LINKDING

<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>James Kirk was the rudest student Professor Heleine ever taught. He stomped out of the middle of the professor's lecture like he wasn't a mere cadet. Well, the professor was done putting up with him. If he couldn't sit through an expert lecture, then he should give the lecture about Tarsus. That would teach him some respect.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A drawn-out annexation, a hammered dulcimer, an old-fashioned entertainment titled Sovereign of Tavern Dancers and the story of how One Esk first found its voice.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Hello. Thank you. Breathe deep. My name is Thundertooth, of the line of Crookeye. Though, to be fair, you might know me better from some of my other roles." A TED tale from modern Dinotopia.</blockquote> ➤ authors' note: <blockquote>So my snapshot into a citizen of Dinotopia in a modern, global setting kind of maybe took a slight sidestep into an analogy on agency and representation in film, sort of, and oh god, I made myself sniffle for a T-Rex's homecoming.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Imperial Sanitation Specialist Yaran Avoset discovers a jam in Death Star garbage compactor 3263827. His superior is not amused. Fortunately, a resourceful man can go far in the Imperial Navy. Or, how the Death Star got dianogas. Words by Carmarthen, art by motetus.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Alanna and Neal investigate rumors of bandits. Along the way, Alanna is confronted with the consequences of the decision Jonathan made at the commencement of his reign and has to square the need to punish the families of conspirators from a coup twenty years old against her sense of honor.</blockquote>

<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>What happens in the War Pups' nursery on the day a group of feral crazy women take over the Citadel. (And a glimpse of the changes that come after.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>The explosion of a Death Star creates enough of a disruption in the fabric of space-time to cause a temporal anomaly. General Hux doesn't quite know how to deal with the appearance of the Grand Moff Tarkin in the middle of the Starkiller's control room. He also doesn't know how much Tarkin has deduced about his situation... or about Hux himself.</blockquote> ➤ the two chapters are sort of...parallel fics with different focuses. And okay I enjoyed chapter 1, but then chapter 2 with the scientists was AMAZING, I'm so pleased, this fic is ridiculous in the best ways

<blockquote>This is just a little thing--see, raphaela667 wrote this really lovely story, Five Times James T Kirk Didn't Get Married (And One Time He Did), and I was so very intrigued by the ideas in the first one that I just had to poke around a bit. Besides, it was only a matter of time before he found out he had a kid.</blockquote>

<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>Sisters of Bilhah is the largest registered charitable organisation in the UK working with asylum seekers and refugees who were citizens of the former United States of America.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A Betan, a Barrayaran, and a Jacksonian attempt to resolve a burning scholarly question: what would have happened if Macbeth had access to Vorkosiverse reproductive technology?</blockquote> ➤ author's note: <blockquote>So, I may be the only person in the world who read GJ&RQ and immediately wanted fic about what it would be like to be a humanities professor at Kareenburg University, but at any rate, here is that fic.</blockquote>

<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>Naboo artist Palo Torezi gets a request for very specific art from Lord Vader.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The Spanish Armada is about to descend upon England, and her greatest hope is a captainless dragon hatchling.</blockquote> ➤ the romance felt a little pasted on but everything else was GREAT. ➤ About the earliest Longwing captain(s)!

<blockquote>When Donna wakes up she's on a stage, in a Valkyrie's costume, and she's halfway through the chorus. When Sal wakes up she's in a strange room, and her hair is red.</blockquote> ➤ Very enjoyable, though I don't feel entirely convinced of the bit with river's book

<blockquote>Yegor Delacroix, growing up in the Imperial Service Orphanage, dreams of serving the Imperium like his father.</blockquote>

<blockquote>By this point, Dorothy was my doctor. Let me be more specific. She was the geriatric specialist who was evaluating me. On Mars. I was in for what I thought was a routine check-up to make sure I was still fit to be an astronaut. NASA liked to update its database periodically and I liked to be in that database. Not that I’d flown since I turned fifty, but I kept my name on the list in the faint hope that they would let me back into space again, and I kept going to the darn check-ups. Our previous doctor had retired back to Earth, and I’d visited Dorothy’s offices three times before she mentioned Kansas and the prairie.</blockquote> ➤ THANKS FOR MAKING ME CRY. Wow what a good story

<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>A record of the sub-committee's interview of Maggie Farrell, Somnotician and candidate for the position of artist on the delegation which will shortly leave Earth to make first contact with the inhabitants of Toliman B.</blockquote> ➤ Again: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

<blockquote>"He looked like a washed-up actor who had mugged an accountant on his way to the local bar." Mayhem meets his match...or does he?</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fuyumi can read between the lines of Mako’s file. The justification for having Mako on the base is paper thin -- strings have been pulled and favours have been bartered, and somewhere along the line someone decided Fuyumi was the perfect combination of talent and expendability to be brought into this mess. It’s only slightly closer to a compliment than an insult -- the balance tipped by the child at the centre of this, nine years old and heart-breakingly brave.    -- Scenes from the year after Stacker and Mako first meet.</blockquote>

<blockquote>City Council announces a new secret law. The Night Vale Astronomy Club has officially denounced the existence of stars. The Night Vale Historical Society is throwing a barbecue for a tragedy that no one is allowed to talk about. It's the usual week's news in Night Vale except for one tiny detail-Cecil isn't the one reporting it. And as Head Intern Jessica ignores her normal inclination to not do any work ever (you don't become head intern by being a go-getter) to fill in for him while Carlos conducts his desperate search, she's beginning to think that maybe Cecil isn't the only one who'll disappear.</blockquote> ➤warning: head intern Jessica does end up dying and I became rather attached to her over the course of the fic! Phooey. Well, it is all very effectively done.

<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>The Brick was popular with soldiers on both sides of the US Civil War - but the edition published in the Confederacy was slightly censored. In a moment of relative calm, a pair of fanboys from the opposing armies compare notes on what the work means to them.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Combeferre studies (and occasionally "studies") the women who come to the free public science lectures at the Jardin des plantes. How does he react to the appearance of a seemingly unique specimen?</blockquote> ➤ delightful oc!

<blockquote>We, the People: a thirty-year retrospective and an examination of the role of the Nation in world history, for Earth Atlantic, 7 December 2035, excerpt.</blockquote> ➤ this is one of those stories where I'm not quite sure I understand everything, but it's wonderful anyways

<blockquote>When the role call comes to “Vorkosigan,” Helen Natalia smiles, throws back her head, and casts her vote.</blockquote>