LINKDING

<blockquote>A detective is called to a space station to solve the mystery of whether--and how--twelve astronauts are accessing the surface of a forbidden planet.</blockquote> ➤ oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh this is INCREDIBLE

<blockquote>Napoleon sends a letter to the upstart sea-captain who stole his dragon, Laurence sends one back, and a correspondence begins under the uneasy eye of the admiralty. ------When Laurence had admitted the matter to Granby his lieutenant exclaimed, “God, does Boney want you drawn and quartered as a traitor?” which seems perfectly possible.</blockquote> ➤ the main plot turns out to be the dragon plague which means auuugh (the laurence/napoleon is not any kind of endgame relationship in this particular fic ftr)

<blockquote>Captain Laurence of the Amitié has been spying on the French for years. Nothing in his experience prepares him for the possibility of becoming captain to a Chinese Celestial – a dragon meant for the French Emperor – and certainly not for the subsequent attention this provokes when he is, therefore, the only person capable of negotiating with China.</blockquote> ➤ every time Laurence lied to Temeraire I was so sad and upset! This whole fic is just a much unhappier feeling universe in a lot of ways :( ➤ Author labels this pre-napoleon/laurence/josephine, but that content is just a couple extremely mild hints from napoleon really

<blockquote>He doesn’t get nightmares. He doesn’t dream about the mask, the cries of the villagers, waking up in the desert with a blinding headache and his mouth filled with blood and the man who’d saved him gone, most likely dead. Instead, he just can’t sleep.</blockquote>

<blockquote>You can't go home again, and you can't hide from the past. Ten years after Revenge of the Sith, Anakin Skywalker doesn't want anything to do with the Jedi or the Empire, but that doesn't mean they don't want him.</blockquote> ➤ the first chapter (about half the length of the full work) is a complete story in itself. The remaining two chapters are abandoned beginnings of sequels.

<blockquote>Kirk contracts a condition that makes him feel perpetually cold. Spock has to perform mind melds to convince Kirk he’s warm.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The only thing Stormtroopers own are stories.</blockquote> ➤ A bunch of OC stormtroopers, and how they react to hearing about Finn. Of course: storytelling is such an inescapably human thing, of course the First Order didn't manage to condition it out of the stormtroopers

<blockquote>Journeymen journey, and Menolly must prove to herself and to Pern that she is worthy of wearing Harper Blue. Accompanied by Sebell, she undertakes her first journeywoman’s assignment to perform at a Ruathan Gather.</blockquote> ➤ WELL I clearly still have a lot of feelings about Pern, because I was crying by the end of this fic. (no, it's not a sad ending!)

<blockquote>When Loki turns up demanding Thor's help on a quest to retrieve the All-Mother from Valhalla, Thor isn't about to say no. But that doesn't mean he's forgotten anything, and what better time than a road trip through the backwaters of the universe for trying to talk things out?</blockquote>

<blockquote>“I’ll be up at the Arkangel,” Noah finishes. “When you lot have finished your grumbling, come up and get your assignments.” After he leaves, everyone looks at each other, still caught in the moment of silence. As might have been expected, Ham’s the one to break it. “What’s crawled up his exhaust pipe?” “I think the prospect of a life-ending flood might just have had a moderately deleterious effect upon him,” Rahela says sarcastically. “I can’t imagine why.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>It's why he could sit in the middle of a camp of Mounties, eating a bowl of God-is-this-polar-bear-stew and say, hey, buddy, got an idea. Let's go get that Hand of Franklin. I cannot think of anything more unlikely, so I'm pretty sure we'll find it.</blockquote> ➤ the one where they actually spend time, like, preparing themselves before going on their adventure

<blockquote>Thomas is manipulative, ambitious, and ruthless. He's also lonely as hell. And then the new gardener starts at Downton, and everything changes. (a slightly alternate look at season three, or: Thomas might be mean but he also needs a hug)</blockquote> ➤ oh wow so good. ➤ I know so little about Downton Abbey I couldn't have previously named a single character in it, and apparently this fic has now entirely determined how I am going to imagine Downton Abbey. ➤ Sshhhh, don't ruin my beautiful headcanon.

<blockquote>When he had counted six hundred seconds, he turned on the light again and took two pieces of paper out of his wallet. One was a picture of Saturn, its rings, and two of its moons; that picture had arrived on earth on November 3, 1980, exactly six years, four months, and three days before Isaac was born, though it had been taken by the Voyager 1 spacecraft before that, because light took time to travel no matter where in the universe you were (at least on the scale at which humans and spacecraft operated). The other was a list of things from Dr. Mazzy that were okay, and the third thing on the list was 'making mistakes'. He read the whole list over four times, focusing on those two words in particular. He didn't forget things; sometimes he just didn't remember to remember them. He decided it was okay to make a mistake when he was excited, and he was excited. On Friday, Rick would be back. That made thinking about anything else difficult.</blockquote> ➤ in which the pov character is on the autism spectrum, and his best-friend-since-childhood (and boyfriend now) films things, a job involving lots of exciting travel and stories

<blockquote>John felt like Atlantis was home from the moment he stepped through the Gate. He just didn't expect that the city would feel the same way. In which Ancients come and go, Rodney reinvents Babelfish, Ronon resumes his career in library science, and Teyla is awesome.</blockquote>

<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>It was the war's fault that she was there, in dungarees and with all her wavy red hair tied back in a kerchief, her hands grubby in the crevices of her knuckles and palms, holding pneumatic tools she hadn't known had existed two weeks before, wearing a gold locket with Tom's picture in it the way his letters promised he kept what few pictures he had of her wedged in the crevices of the metal that held his bunk to the wall. The war was responsible for how the nails she'd always kept so nice were ragged at the tips and cuticles, and rimmed around and beneath with heavy black-brown grease; the war was why she came home to an empty house and cooked supper for one and jumped in the middle of the night at every unexplained noise and sometimes stayed awake until dawn, hugging Tom's pillow to her chest and telling herself it was going to be all right.</blockquote> ➤ happy comfortable poly (V triad) during and after WWII ➤ and the art that goes with it is perfect

➤ a musician, devout christian, and graduate of an ex-gay program falls in love. ➤ Handled really thoughtfully and well.

➤ In which a vr sex company's big secret is that there are humans behind the simulations (which is what allows them to be so realistic), and one of these workers falls in love with a client.