LINKDING

Summary: It holds its own hand in front of its face. Rotates it around. Examines through the darkness the sharp knuckles, the bony wrist, the unnatural pallor of its skin. This must be his body, it realizes. His body as it was before it was burned: starved, mad, and dead, but not rotten yet. / He Xuan is sent to prison. Later, he dies. He persists nonetheless. Over the centuries, two people are constants: one who knows nearly everything there is to know about him, and one who hardly knows him at all. ➤ the He Xuan magnum opus we don't deserve but are fortunate enough to get to read anyway ➤ following hx from the beginning until after the end, with theeeee most perfect narrative voice possible for hx ➤ I spent the entire fic internally shrieking with delight bc everything about it is so good!!! ➤ the hx characterisation, the beefleaf relationship complexities, the whatever it is they have of hx and hc....the tiny perfect xie lian cameos, even! it's all! so good!!!! ➤ READ IT READ IT READ IT ➤ 64k words in length

Summary: Ling Wen wakes up in Hua Cheng's bed. ➤ omg I am LIVING, someone wrote me so many words of ling wen fic wherein post-canon ling wen bodyswaps with xie lian ➤ the ling wen pov in this fic is sooooo good, her pragmatic approach to dealing with whatever happens in her life, her disinterest in attending to her emotions, her independence and unwillingness to rely on anyone who isn't her ➤ and seeing xie lian and hua cheng through ling wen's eyes is so good too!! ➤ there are so many fun character relationship dynamics, connected with a really fun premise, and I loved it all ➤ 8k words in length

<blockquote>Sarah McBride Anderson is best known for her work as a suffragette and later as the Representative of Massachusetts' 5th Congressional District, where she served from 1925-1937 (the first woman to represent Massachusetts, and the seventh woman in the US House of Representatives). Less well known is her lifelong friendship with J.A. Pendleton, the celebrated novelist and Pulitzer Prize winner. The two women met at college, where they roomed together. Although the correspondence between the two women after their college years has been published, these letters (excerpted from Anderson's letters home to her family during their college years) have not, and provide a fascinating glimpse into their friendship.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Aleksa thinks it's about time she met this hypothetical boyfriend of Jupiter's. (Aleksa's maybe at least a little bit more prepared for this meeting than Jupiter probably thinks.)</blockquote> ➤ wip through ch7 as of last checking

<blockquote>Mike Webster had already been dreading a return to Camp Algonkian as the oldest camper, but his new counsellor seemed determined to make Mike's summer even worse.</blockquote> ➤ I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT EVERYTHINGGGG. ➤ And like I really love AVLS and it is in some ways the quintessential "back at Algonkian" fic for me, the AVLS Rudy always kind of bothered me with how very on top of every single situation he always is. I like that this Rudy is a little more, mmm, human and sympathetic?

<blockquote>It was midnight, and Samuel Vimes, Commander of the City Watch, was not comfortable on the Chalk.</blockquote> ➤ utterly perfect and delightful

<blockquote>"Oh my God," Rodney says, stricken. "This is—this is one of those British costume dramas Ronon always wants to watch and I'm the uncouth American!"</blockquote> ➤ I SERIOUSLY NEVER BOOKMARKED THIS??? what a travesty!

<blockquote>Two productions of Twelfth Night.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Featuring John Sheppard as The Man.</blockquote> ➤ oh dude so many feelings. ➤ Lovely established relationship fic about Rodney and John's actual functional relationship in amongst all the difficulties of life on Atlantis.

<blockquote>Feuilly joins the Amis and objects to everything , Joly and Combeferre try not to objectify patients, Enjolras cannot help but objectify the People, Courfeyrac is an object of merriment and Jehan makes Combeferre into an object of the sublime.</blockquote> ➤ aw fuckin hell, here's all my TEEEAAAAM feels back in yet another fandom. Only what do I call it here? Not "team" or "pack" or anything like that..... ➤ ANYWAYS THIS IS DELIGHTFUL IN ALL THE WAYS ➤ (I tag it as les amis; the viewpoint one is Joly)

<blockquote>"Do you want me to go down on you?" Abed asks, one afternoon, when they're watching My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.</blockquote>

<blockquote>They’ve all grown wary—understandably so—of alien initiation rites. A meta-AMTDI story.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"It isn't that difficult," Chrestomanci went on. "I did it for the first time when I was twelve, and barely knew what it meant." His usually cool voice had gone warm with reminiscence. Cat looked up, trying to imagine Chrestomanci being twelve. "It felt marvelous."</blockquote> ➤ (in which Cat becomes Chrestomanci, briefly) ➤ rereading this in 2015 I am INEXPRESSIBLY DELIGHTED BY THIS FIC omg. How did I fail to flail all over this bookmark when I bookmarked in 2011???