LINKDING

<blockquote>Bjornruffian messages Computron with a question.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ok, sure, this Starbucks is down a dirt path in a weird forest, and the barista is a little intense, but it’s seriously the best Starbucks Lizzie has ever been in.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"It's Carthage and there hasn't even been a proper fight, only a whole lot of droning on about honor. If I wanted that I'd ask my father; at least he doesn't do it in verse." Tybalt and Mercutio meet at a very bad play. Words are said, eyelashes batted, and no one gets stabbed (that way...or the other way...yet).</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is entirely Miss M's fault. We were discussing how sleazy proshot Paris in the Hungarian musical would be exactly the kind of person to keep a book ranking all his sexual partners on prowess. That one time I wrote Mercutio Does Verona. This is sort of Paris Does Verona. </blockquote>

<blockquote>It was not supposed to be a theme park.</blockquote> ➤ Best Jurassic World AU

<blockquote>Anonymous asked: Hi! For the 5 times meme. Les Mis prison au...? (Prooobably not quite what you meant. This is the tale of how Bahorel assembles the Amis.)</blockquote> ➤ modern au where Bahorel keeps ending up in prison briefly and makes friends

<blockquote>Childermass and Vinculus met a Lady at the crossroads.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Two Monks learn about Mr. Darcy by studying a variety of artistic interpretations.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Hi melannen! So while I was trying to research this I actually…kind of came to the conclusion that Haussmann did not actually deserve to be eaten by sewer dinosaurs, but I wrote it anyway. Sorry it’s not very pastiche-y.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A chance encounter on the Mare Cogitum.</blockquote> ➤ the latest in the lunar base au

<blockquote>For my Sharing A Bed square in Trope Bingo Round 3. In honor of the Glorious 25th of May, have Monstrous Regiment Amis! ;)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Montparnasse accidentally reenacts the graveyard scene from Hamlet.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Are you sure Szilveszter was the best choice for Alan Grant?" Dávid whispered, less quietly than he thought he was. Szilveszter had been mumbling to Kata in corners about commercial trash that substituted pyrotechnics for dramatic scope ever since Kero had convinced him to take the lead. He was currently eyeing the khakis the wardrobe mistress held out with extreme distrust. They looked at least two sizes too small, and had the definite sheen of leather.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Captain Baptistine and Engineer Magloire of the starship Myriel pick up an escape pod with a terrified refugee.</blockquote>

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

<blockquote>it was Father Madeleine that asked, and to deny a saint was an even more unthinkable thing than to cast his ancient bones into the pits of change and uncertainty.</blockquote> ➤or: the cowboy au

<blockquote>In which Cosette encounters a booby in the Ménagerie of the Jardin des Plantes, and Valjean is relieved. (Knowledge of Aubrey-Maturin canon not required.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Matilda turns hacker, impresses Tony Stark, and fails to be swayed by Charles Xavier.</blockquote> ➤ THIS FIC IS BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT

<blockquote>Death and Vetinari can't go shopping for curtains, can they? Take this!</blockquote>

<blockquote>1828. Bahorel ends up at Mass. Jehan quotes Isaiah. There is punching. A new friendship is formed.</blockquote>

<blockquote>There were few things in life which Baptistine wanted, and fewer still which she would venture to ask from her holy brother.</blockquote> ➤ Or: the one where Mlle Baptistine gets her sofa ➤ I am not as indignant as other brick!clubbers on the subject of Baptistine's sofa but WOW YEP STILL DEFS TAKING THIS AS HEADCANON

<blockquote>once upon a time there was a man named combeferre. he was not actually named combeferre, though, for that would be a silly name. “but that is my name,” combferre interrupted the narrator, looking up from his book. he sat alone in the back room of the musain while his friends did cool things without him. ”that’s not true. and why are you narrating my actions?” </blockquote>

<blockquote>Absolute and utter crack, also Hugo pastiche flash-fic. My apologies to the Quartier de Picpus, though as one folk etymology of the name is pique-puce (flea-bite) I feel octopi are an improvement.</blockquote>

<blockquote>During the revolution of 1830, Gavroche annoys Bahorel into getting him a cannon.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which Enjolras is still a virgin and Grantaire is his unicorn of destiny.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Exactly what it says on the tin.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which the sewers of Paris are used in a way Hugo never intended and in which everyone ought to have taken Jehan more seriously.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It began, as did so many bewilderments small and large, with a declaration by Captain Carrot.</blockquote> ➤ In which Carrot is a female. And very much a dwarf.

<blockquote>(A little piece of silliness, wherein the above summary, dubious poem below, author notes and accompanying tags are entirely composed of existing AO3 freeform tags.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ray cracks up a little as he pulls up outside the Canadian Consulate. He’d woken up on the 1979 side of the bed this morning and emptied a box of his old mixtapes out onto the passenger seat before coming to pick Fraser up for work. Mostly he’s laughing at himself because he’s thirty-fuckin’-six years old and he’s still listening to Too Drunk To Fuck. Plus, waiting outside the Consulate in the GTO is way too similar to waiting round the corner from Stella’s parents’ house to take her out after school. Give him another twenty years and he’ll be even more of a weirdo: ex-punk, ex-cop, still probably with experimental hair, Jesus --</blockquote> ➤ and now I'm all nostalgic for my due south days