LINKDING

<blockquote>As you enter the doors of this school for the last time, the girl who your brother slept with last night brightens for just a moment before she realizes you’re not Jesse. She deflates. You and your brother should be identical—technically you are—but no one has ever mistaken you for each other.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Is your tape still running? Oh, they don’t use tape anymore? That’s clever. Very good. But really, you came all this way to interview me about the family and what happened to the land and now we’re talking about ghosts! Now, in the twenty-first century, the magic future century we were all promised? No. I don’t believe in ghosts because the crying bride never haunted us. God knows, if anyone had reason to, it was her. You might think that would worry me now that I’m pushing eighty-nine but it doesn’t. It might surprise you, young lady, to learn that I’m pretty satisfied with everything I’ve done.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The day I found out my Uncle Will was still alive, I had been out spraying the crops in a full crinkly hazmat suit. The Earthers I was working for were nice people, but they always whined about the suits. To me they seemed light and airy, hardly even an annoyance compared to a vacuum suit, so I was the one who would get sent out first with the sprayer when the blight warnings came in from the provincial capital in Edmonton. I didn’t mind. It was the tenth month of my indenture on Earth, and I had almost gotten used to the smell, but even so a little overlay of antifungal didn’t change it much.</blockquote> ➤ (I cried)

<blockquote>Fisherwoman Mika Sandrigal was lost at sea. She knew where she was in relation to the Candorrean coastline and how to navigate back to her home city, Maelstrom. She knew the time of day. She knew the season. She knew the phase of the moon and the pattern of the tide. She did not know the year.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Nani and Lilo grow up and together and apart.</blockquote>

<blockquote>She is a gift to Lord Vader from the Emperor. Her name is Padme Skywalker.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Leia was not adopted. She was stolen in the middle of the night and registered to House Organa with forged papers. This was kidnapping, a class one felony, and her parents could be executed -- unless she returned voluntarily to her rightful father. Immediately. A man called Grand Moff Tarkin explained this to Leia when she was eleven years old.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"This love, it is a burning sun."</blockquote>

➤ a woman tries to search for alternate universes where her daughter is happy

<blockquote>the evil stepmother was always evil, okay. say her abuse of her own daughters was different than that of cinderella’s - but it was still abuse. giving them impossible expectations, telling them they were never good enough, never pretty enough, never smart enough.</blockquote> ➤ in which the stepsisters actually act as sisters for cinderella

<blockquote>How Bodhi Rook temporarily misplaced the two most important things in the galaxy, and how he found them again (with a little help).</blockquote> ➤ a fixit that still makes you cry is the best/worst. This was so good and now I care so much for Bodhi's family and for all of Jedha auuuuughhghg

<blockquote>Robert Weber's daughter Melina has chosen to stand out in his straitlaced little community, and he's going to stand by her. Even if that means doing some major home renovations.</blockquote> ➤ what a good dad!

<blockquote>It's the first Thanksgiving since Grandpa died. This morning Gretchen put the extra leaf in the table, pushed and wiggled chairs so that it would seat a crowded-on-one-side seven. The new tablecloth--Gretchen bought it last week without consulting anyone or anything beyond her own pleasure--is spread, and on it sit silver and the best china. Trivets wait for mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, and corn. The turkey is dismembered, keeping warm in the oven. Gretchen is ready.</blockquote> ➤ weird and amazing and I love it

<blockquote>Leia’s to-do list consisted of just one task: defeat the First Order and reclaim liberty and justice for the galaxy. She had no intention of becoming anyone’s mother, and given how well her previous attempt at parenting had gone, that was probably a good thing.</blockquote> ➤ ugh found family feeeeelings

<blockquote>In a futuristic, fascistic Rome, a brilliant, unstable scientist proves that she can transcend the human body’s limitations. The test subject? Her own daughter. A mother-daughter mad scientist story, “The Destroyer” asks how far we’ll go to secure our own legacies — and how far we’ll run to escape them.</blockquote> ➤ It started kinda slow and I skimmed but then I found myself getting engaged and by the end of the story I was all the way here for it. A strange and bittersweet kind of story

<blockquote>Rish grows up.</blockquote> ➤ Rish's childhood, with particular focus on the instilled loyalty to her mother the Baronne ➤ part of the "A Bit Too Much Good Work" 'verse

<blockquote>This is a food blog, not a disease blog, but of course the rumors all over about bird flu are making me nervous. I don’t know about you, but I deal with anxiety by cooking. </blockquote> ➤ the chronicles of a family dealing with an epidemic as told through a food blog. This worked REALLY WELL and by the end I was SO ATTACHED to everyone in the story and ughghgh I hope everything does work out for them in the end

<blockquote>For a moment, Luke's half-amused at himself, for misunderstanding such a simple question, one that's asked all the time on the homesteads - who are your people, where are you from? / On Yavin Four, after the Death Star, before the battle, out of the ashes, Luke Skywalker becomes a Rebel pilot.</blockquote> ➤ Luke is asked about his next-of-kin

<blockquote>Elizabeth rememebers her dead sister Juliet.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When you're a nine-lifed enchanter, bad dreams carry more risks than you might think.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Some highlights in the introduction of Caine Wise to the family of Her Majesty.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Most people who have reached their eighties without raising children have every right to believe that they will go on not raising them, and Judith and I were no different until the day they turned up with the social worker, neatly scrubbed and pressed inside their vac-suits and carrying cases with all their remaining worldly possessions. There were three of them like stairsteps, their black hair cut in fringes across their foreheads and their dark eyes shining out disconcertingly familiar at me. But it wasn’t until the social worker said, “Mr. Chao and Ms. Goldstein, these are your grandchildren, Enid, Richard, and Harry,” that I remembered, sheepishly, about the genes we had given all those years ago, to that nice couple from New New Prague, before they left for the Oort Cloud.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It's the family's responsibility to comfort and care for their dying, not the slaves'.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"The exact wording was 'I wish for my daughter to be cloned from my DNA, so that I may give her a secure future in every cell of her body.' Your mother was giving you a gift—badly, perhaps, but she meant well. Now, will you go see her as she's dying?"</blockquote>

<blockquote>Maya is way too smart to get her hopes up. But the adults around her aren't making it easy to be smart.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Nyota flunks a simulation at the Academy, and Gaila's there for her. After all, what are sisters for?</blockquote>

<blockquote>Elliot thought he was prepared for elven culture. He finds he is really not prepared for Serene’s parents. “I am Fire-Red-Hair-Blows-in-the-Wind,” the elf man said, leading them up a grassy path. Up ahead, there was a wooden mansion that seemed to have grown organically between three massive oaks. “Please call me Fire. Although I went by ‘Fred’ for a while when I was travelling among the humans; do use that if it makes you more comfortable.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I suppose we ought to talk about the chickens," Marilla said, briskly serving Matthew a slice of fruitcake, then taking one for herself.</blockquote>

<blockquote>After the San Lorenzo job Eliot takes some time off for a visit home.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Here’s what I figure,” Abbie said. “You need to catch up to modern culture. But you should catch up in stages. By degrees. Even Mark Twain was a little too far ahead for you, so let’s take it back a step. We’ll start you off with what’s closest to your time period, and move forward a few decades at a time until you’re back in the groove.” So she starts Ichabod with a novel Corbin gave her long ago: Sense & Sensibility.</blockquote>