LINKDING

<blockquote>Alex introduces Brainiac 5 to an Earth tradition. Coda for 3x10. Notes: When you run 0011101000101001 (what Brainiac 5 wrote on Alex's cast in 3x10) through a binary-to-text converter you get :). WHAT A RIDICULOUS SWEET DORK.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Phichit's phone buzzes. christophe-gc has posted a new photo, it tells him. When he thumbs the screen, it brightens to reveal a shot of Christophe Giacometti, lounging on a bench, wearing nothing but a Speedo and his skates. greetings from your local king of selfies, says the caption. Phichit doesn't actually know Chris - not personally. He has nothing to prove. But Phichit is also, categorically, a competitive little shit, and he knows he can do better. So it begins.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which Rey and Luke kill some time in a cantina waiting for Luke's mystery contact. Wild stories ensue.</blockquote> ➤ awww, what a delight

<blockquote>Prompt: Parisian dandies accidentally end up at abolishionist meeting - hey, nowhere did it say /what/ they wanted to abolish, could just as well been taxes or outdated laws!</blockquote>

<blockquote>Luke meets snow.</blockquote> ➤ Han and Luke upon first arriving on Hoth

<blockquote>Here is a fic in which Sam, Natasha, and Bucky bake Steve a birthday cake</blockquote>

<blockquote>Jane is rescued from tedium by an unlikely new friend.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Aunt Mary had given the new little girl one of Elizabeth’s gowns. She looked very well in it.</blockquote>

➤ adorable dorks preparing for a halloween party

➤ adorable friendship hijinks

<blockquote>Death paused.  Death really didn’t have time to pause because there was so much work to do: but Death had discovered long ago that it could make its own time.  Souls didn’t particularly suffer if it was slow to collect them.  But sometimes they wandered off and then there were ghosts and it hated to chase down ghosts if they were happy and weren’t causing any problems— Anyway.  Death paused.  This particular soul was curled up like a cat while it waited, and blinked and stretched and demurred when Death caught up to it.  “But I’m waiting for my friend.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>His mistress' wings are a terrible mess after so many years away. Diaval does his very best not to think about it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Joly was new in Paris and he was lost.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Uhura’s eyes go wide and alarmed as soon as she sees him. “Captain. You have a baby. Who gave you a baby?” “Her parents. The Ambassadors.” Honestly, there is no need for this level of dismay. Jim’s totally on top of this. He brandishes the arm with the baby attached to it show exactly how on top of this he is. The baby’s rock-solid grip doesn’t falter at all; she just gurgles and continues to mouth at Jim’s elbow. “Actually, I was hoping you could help me out with some language stuff. Do you think this bronze color on her cheeks means happy?”</blockquote>

<blockquote>"How heartless you are, Combeferre. Yes, as a matter of fact. I am broken-hearted and despondent, and it is your duty as dear friends to cheer me up." Courfeyrac shifted the stack of pamphlets resting beside Enjolras to the floor, so that he could drape himself dramatically across the sofa without crumpling them. Enjolras placidly lifted the pamphlet in his hand out of the way of Courfeyrac’s head, as it landed in his lap. "I insist that you entertain me."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fitz opens his first email with, "Hey! GGD!" and Gigi loves it. No one has tried to nickname her since she was three and couldn't pronounce her own name. In which Gigi and Fitz plan their very first scheme.</blockquote>

<blockquote>I kept trying to make this a scenario where they just woke up in each other’s body, mostly because I was highly entertained by the mental image of Bahorel’s Laughing Mistress sleepily going, “Hey, what’s the ma— you’re looking awkward and avoiding looking at my body and you’re actually blushing, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH BAHOREL.” And thus simplifying explanations considerably, by being not so much genre-savvy as boyfriend-savvy! Sadly, that’s as far as I could manage to figure out in this scenario. [...] So I think what I’m going with is that Combeferre acquired a Mysterious Scientific Device from somewhere – let’s say a pawnshop or a seller of ill-assorted sundries.</p>

➤ the one at Xavier's school where Enjolras can bewitch people with his voice so can't talk to anybody because he doesn't have control over his powers, and Combeferre is telepathic. CUE BEING ABLE TO TALK TO EACH OTHER WITHOUT DANGER.

<blockquote>The wine had been Fauchelevent’s idea. Proof against the cold and better with company, Fauchelevent had said as he poured out two glasses, and Jean Valjean had acquiesced.</blockquote>

➤ in which Fauchelevent teaches Madeleine how to make covers for the melons for winter

<blockquote>Bossuet, having a mistress, soon discovers that he also has a friend.</blockquote> ➤ I LOVE BOSSUET SO MUCH

<blockquote>pilferingapples asked: OH SOMEONE'S FEELING FICCY OKAY THEN XD #7 Jehan/Bahorel, BUT Actual Romantic, IF YOU CAN. Social Havoc Makeouts, yo. char-throws gauntletchar-</blockquote> ➤ also: the art pilf drew based on this fic: http://pilferingapples.tumblr.com/post/62154204784

<blockquote>No way," Cecil says, as his dad carefully cleans out the gash on his arm, "no way am I working in that death trap another day, no way in hell."</blockquote>

<blockquote>“What makes you like a person?” Jehan asked one evening.   They were at one of Jehan’s favorite shabby artistic cafés, and there had been nothing in their prior conversation to lead to this topic. “A willingness to defy the stultifying convention that one should only raise a subject when it is pertinent,” Bahorel said. Jehan took a moment to understand him, and then blushed rather charmingly, his dark face suffused with violet. “I…oh, curse you, Bahorel, you know what I mean, don’t tease me. I was asking you in earnest.” Bahorel grinned. “A person may tease, and yet be in earnest.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>“He is so serious,” Joly said, making a face, as if he were diagnosing Courfeyrac’s new friend with a life-threatening ailment.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Combeferre sighed, and Feuilly smiled politely, but Enjolras remained impassive. This annoyed Courfeyrac. To goad Enjolras, with a well-placed pun, into a display of temper, was always a pleasure; to win a smile from him was a small but thrilling conquest, a prize that Courfeyrac could quietly clutch to his heart and gloat over for weeks afterwards. But to be ignored! That was an insult of the most insufferable variety, and Courfeyrac resolved not to brook it for one instant longer. He would make Enjolras laugh—or shout—or pay him some sort of tribute, this evening, or he would go home a failure.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Javert and Fraternité are stuck on escort duty.</blockquote> ➤in which Javert and Valjean are dragons, and Cosette is not

<blockquote>Late one summer night, Father Madeleine and Father Fauchelevent share the season's first melon and a few words to go with it.</blockquote>

“I believe, Watson,” Sherlock said, loudly and much too close, “that the customary salutation at moments such as this is ‘Eureka’. Watson. Watson.”

<blockquote>Face squirrel Seine rescue. I don't know what else to say.</blockquote>