LINKDING

<blockquote>CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan. AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we? CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all. AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous. CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not. / Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast. But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?</blockquote>

<blockquote>There's a cottage by the sea where the children like to go. Sometimes it's for ice cream, sometimes it's for a listening ear, sometimes when something goes disastrously wrong.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Take, for instance, the couple she’s consulting with this afternoon, for their upcoming October ceremony. Seemingly mismatched in every respect. The plump, fair-haired one looks like a parody of an absent-minded professor, as sketched by someone who didn’t bother to do much actual research; his clothes are so outdated it teeters on costume. He’s wearing a bow tie, and not in that reinvented hipster way. This is a bow tie unacquainted with the cycles of fashion, a bow tie that has never heard the word irony. His partner is a rangy, black-clad ginger in snakeskin boots. He has the look of a hungover rocker about him, and would somehow, even without the sunglasses he has fully committed to wearing indoors on a cloudy afternoon. He’s sprawled almost defiantly in his chair and keeps throwing dubious glances around Dr. Blackwell’s office, as though expecting a lightning bolt to strike him down for merely daring to be within spitting distance of a church.</blockquote> ➤ THIS IS AMAZING AND I LOVE LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT IT

<blockquote>Zachary Hirsch is quite certain that he's never met Uncle Anthony and Uncle Ezra before, but all sorts of relatives have come out of the woodwork for his bar mitzvah, so it's not like he's surprised. Crowley and Aziraphale occasionally crash b'nei mitzvahs, confuse the bar mitzvah boy, and leave presents.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Today, Sunday, there's a sense of rightness and quiet. Outside, he hears birdsong that reminds him of home. Rashid drops sugar cubes in each tiny glass bowl—refined white for Lapsang Souchong, demerara for Earl Grey—and readies the tea tray for delivery.</blockquote>

<blockquote>hdjngjjbg you guys earlier i was waiting at the bus stop just outside a bookstore and the owner, a little upper-middle aged man who gives off immense gay vibes, walked by on his way in and just. handed me a bag of fun size almond joy????</blockquote>

<blockquote>Mr. Tharkay was entirely clever, entirely self-sufficient, and the Admiral was a true gentleman, respectful and warm towards the servants without being permissive, and they were both, Mary supposed, very great men in their own rights. It was only that, when they were together, she couldn't fail to think that they were not in their right mind. Tenzing Tharkay, William Laurence, and the servants that observe them.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A little POV Outsider ficlet, because I love POV outsider in general but I love it even more when the characters being Observed From The Outside are all complete fuckin' weirdos. :D</blockquote>

<blockquote>Written for the 2016 SGA Secret Santa. Dave Sheppard's girls are kidnapped. John Sheppard and his team - and the dubiously-humored Dr. Daniel Jackson - show up to help. Gun fights and car chases ensue.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Then why don't you stop shirriffing?" Sam says to me, and so I did, though it's easier in the telling than it is in the doing. I shouldn't have needed another body telling me what's up and what's down in the Shire, right you are. But you take one small step after another, till you wake up one Wintring morn in a damp Shirriff-house with your back stiff and your head bleared, and it's not the life you used to know no more. That's how it went with me and most other lads in our troop, none of us meaning no harm. But all this while we stuck to muttering amongst ourselves about lack of ale and vittles and such, instead of looking where the real damage lay. It didn't fit in our heads that our duties might be aught else than what we'd been learned to do as our job.</blockquote>

<blockquote>An isolated farmer finds a badly wounded man in a ruined farm. Six hundred years later, a historian researching King Elessar comes across a sealed letter. What links these two events is a story long forgotten.</blockquote> ➤ Love the frame story, love the outside pov, love the assumptions on why it's unreasonable to believe that the letter is actually Aragorn's because of assumptions about kingliness!

<blockquote>The man who came to Caisil with Esca Mac Cunoval sets fire to a heart brave and true. Now, if only he'd turn and notice... (or "Until All The Songs Are Sung" by carmarthen, as seen through the eyes of Dergorix).</blockquote>

<blockquote>Paul Davis has had a telepathic connection Jack O'Neill since the situation in 'Foothold.' Jack and Daniel are late returning from an offworld mission, and Paul knows why.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Accidentally bonded to a Japanese Water-Spitter, the navy decides to promote Laurence to a bigger ship and let Temeraire accompany him at sea. They do not, unfortunately, inform his crew of this, and misinformation abounds.</blockquote> ➤ omg ➤ (wip through ch 10, last updated in 2018)

<blockquote>Yuuri's husband is possibly not as oblivious as he seems, because he grins and asks, "Have you never looked up Yuuri?" "There's a porn actress with the same name who went into politics," says Nate, "so she's most of the results, and some stuff about figure skating." "Some stuff about figure skating," Victor says ruefully to Yuuri.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The crowd in the stadium only had to scream their enthusiasm, the poor commentators in the TV studio had to try and make sense of what they were seeing... It's the end of a long second day at the Cup of China.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sixteen year old Victor spontaneously travels to the future, where he's... retired? And married?</blockquote> ➤ OH MY GOD. the oustide pov of Viktor's teenage self is amaaaazing

<blockquote>Somewhere in the Leverage universe, there is a conspiracy theorist trying to prove that a certain minor league baseball player, a Canadian hockey player, and an American country music singer are all the same person. They have a file with various news printouts, and keep trying to upload them to a website, but every time they do, the site mysteriously crashes, threads go missing on discussion boards, and all electronic records of this man have simply vanished.</blockquote> ➤ and he ends up getting hired by leverage. Originally posted on tumblr.

<blockquote>The overworked project manager on the redesign of the Imperial Lambda-class shuttle gets surprisingly competent feedback from an unknown official on Coruscant. She promptly decides that anyone bored enough to do a technical review of their own free will should be found proper employment for their own good. Her correspondent has been missing the opportunity to tinker with machinery. It gives him something to do between hunting down rebels.</blockquote> ➤ I was a little confused by what the ending was saying, but overall very much enjoyed the fic

<blockquote>Bele Doette is a legend now, a beautiful portrait on the wall of the abbey, a romantic song that is sung by the children in the fields. I am one of the last who can tell you of her as she was, and of the knight who came to her at the Feast of Fidelity.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Once upon a time, there must have been a long-suffering ImpSec training officer who had to deal with Byerly Vorrutyer. This is his story.</blockquote> ➤ part of the "A Bit Too Much Good Work" 'verse

<blockquote>Summary: Historians use primary sources to better understand the past. For a 22nd century historian, what better primary sources could there be than the recently published letters and journals of Dr. Daniel Jackson?</blockquote> ➤ It's really clear that this article is misinterpreting things in lots of places but I never watched enough SG1 to be able to say what the truth actually was that's being misinterpreted and it's really bugging me! but this is a great outside perspective. (also it's a stealth crossover with Highlander, with Adam Pierson being the editor of Daniel's letters/journals)

<blockquote>ABSTRACT: This article seeks to find the ways people remember Darth Vader and the forces that shaped those impressions and memories. Using a combination of Imperial propoganda and personal accounts from those who had personal interactions with Vader, the author analyzes widespread impressions of Vader and how they remain 30 years after the fall of the Empire. Originally published in the New Alderaan Journal Of Public History.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five times someone worried unnecessarily about Kel’s reputation and her happiness, and one time she didn’t care to do the same.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"He swam under water until he reached a vessel at anchor, to which a boat was moored. He found means of hiding himself in this boat until night. At night he swam off again, and reached the shore a little way from Cape Brun. There, as he did not lack money, he procured clothing. A small country-house in the neighborhood of Balaguier was at that time the dressing-room of escaped convicts—a lucrative specialty."</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Well, you're a werewolf," Stiles says. Kevin has always had a pretty good poker face, but Stiles takes him completely by surprise, enough that there's a tell-tale pause that lasts a beat too long for the, "No I'm not," to be believed.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sometimes, even former spies and ex-revolutionaries need help from unexpected sources.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Charlie joined Carlos' team hoping to gain some practical experience, contribute to his field, maybe get a paper published. He definitely wasn't expecting...well...Night Vale. (A series of vignettes about everyone's favorite scientific researchers and their handsome leader.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Aileen," Musky said finally, with the air of someone imparting great wisdom, "if you ever have a case gives you the stinkeye, one of the finest policemen in all the world lives not twenty miles past Miller's Hill."</blockquote> ➤ post-CotW

➤ The Vecchio family as seen through their priest