LINKDING

Summary: If Shizun was hoping to hide his mysterious visitor from his peak, his edict for everyone to leave and not remark on her made it impossible for her to go unremarked on. Ming Fan was currently scurrying around, punishing anyone who suggested anything untoward was possibly happening. This mostly meant people waited to gossip until he was gone. The leading theory was that the woman was from one of the brothels Shizun was rumored to have frequented in the past. Luo Binghe had never seen any evidence that this rumor was true (he was actually concerned that Shizun didn’t know what sex was), so he’d dismissed the claims as slander. Then a woman had prostrated herself at the bottom of the stairs of Cang Qiong and begged that a message be delivered to all on the mountain. It was urgent, she said. She could not say more at this time, but lives depended on the right person hearing these words. “What is the message?” a disciple had asked. The woman raised her head. “Beyonce,” she had said clearly. “Internet. The general concept of astronauts.” ➤ svsss fic featuring another transmigrator coming to qing jing during the pre-abyss era, to talk to sqq about how to derail the plot ➤ I love her perspective on the whole experience! and how baffling sqq finds her desires and priorities ➤ the whole fic is very funny! ➤ 6k words

<blockquote>Every morning he wakes up, and forgets.</blockquote> ➤ this is soooooo good ➤ SPOILER: the premise of the fic is: "What would Xie Lian have done in the name of atoning for his regrets, and how might that have been taken advantage of."

<blockquote>Théo travels in time (mostly by accident), meets a new friend, has a one-night stand, goes to see a play. A fairly ordinary day in the life of a young Romantic poet, really.</blockquote>

<blockquote>One evening when all the scholars had worked late, I suggested to Kay that he stay and sup at the temple before returning home. He was still half-absorbed in his work, and I think was unaware of the contented smile he wore as he said, “No, thank you, Costis will be waiting for me.” One may set one’s roots in another person, although it is not a soil I would have liked to chance for myself. Kay the scribe may be braver than I, or he may only be younger.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Wei Wuxian has certainly hoped so ardently in his two lifetimes, for so many different things, in so many different ways, that he could have summoned the demon to his front door with his bare hands. His eyes wander to Lan Zhan, settle on the back of his head, the blue-black curtain of his hair. Oh, how he has hoped.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Every month, a man comes into the post office with a letter that cannot be sent to the person they are intended for. Or: The Saga of The Letters To The YiLing Patriarch as told by DushanYou sect Post-ivator Bai Ju</blockquote>

<blockquote>Mara Glass did not care about "weird hot guy," the supposed "campus cryptid." She had heard of him her first couple years and had him pointed out to her by a classmate once, but what was there to notice? Okay, he was probably thirty, a nontraditional student, so what? There were a number of those around. Apparently he was hot--well congrats to people who were into people, they could keep him. And if you asked Mara, from her extremely objective perspective, those Disney-green eyes were doing a lot of heavy lifting. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about a thirty-something guy who didn't talk about himself to twenty-year-old classmates. He probably had, like, a real life. There were rumors he was married, although Brittany noted that the only reason people thought that was because one time someone heard him finish a phone call with, "You light the candles, I'll bring dinner. I love you." None of that was remotely interesting to Mara. He sounded like a normal person, and she wished people would shut up about him. Then in third year, she had a history class with weird hot guy.</blockquote>

<blockquote>My take on South Downs: Aziraphale and Crowley decide to become professors. This is inspired by the headcanon that Crowley has 20 different degrees. He is the Serpent of the Tree of Knowledge after all.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It is with an exasperated sigh that I introduce you to an official thread for this guy. We've discussed it and we've decided that this is the only way we can stop you guys from derailing threads to complain about this guy. By mod decree, all Mr Fell complaining, griping, bitching, grousing, and miscellaneous butthurt now belongs in THIS THREAD AND THIS THREAD ONLY. The forumgoers of The Codex, a forum for rare book hunters, come to some very interesting conclusions about the personal life of one Mr Fell of Soho.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Crowley is caught in a summoning circle. Aziraphale comes to rescue him.</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>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>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>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>Stranded on the planet Sigma Nox while searching for a missing away team, Spock and Kirk find themselves pitted against a disturbing native life form. With the captain out of commission on a regular basis and Spock struggling to preserve his stoicism, staying alive is difficult enough – but when a slim chance for escape surfaces, their resolve is truly put to the test. Together they must fight for survival in the heart of an alien jungle, and in the process, uncover the mystery of the planet’s past. Slow build K/S. Written for the 2011 Star Trek Big Bang on LJ - look for links to the mix and art there! Warnings: Minor character death. Mind control themes and sort-of-zombies. Dark at times due to twisted xenobiological shenanigans. Mild themes of stress-related weight loss. Heaps of TOS references and/or spoilers. Eventual smut. Freakishly long chapters.</blockquote> ➤ A very good fic! I loved the inclusion and importance of Longclaw, and how different she was while still able to work together with them. ➤ I was also very interested by the ecology/history/alien-anthropology of the planet, and although I am sad the fic didn't end by giving us conclusions about exactly what all is going on with this place, it leaves the characters also invested and wanting/intending to know more, which was good and worked for the fic.

<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>Superman decided to try out a new costume. He did not consult the artist. In fairness, he was a little miffed that he'd been drawing weird porn of him, so. Fair's fair.</blockquote> ➤ as seen on tumblr!

<blockquote>write a first order pool report about kylo ren and general hux dating</blockquote> ➤ this is apparently about something called a "press pool" which I had to google to understand but now this fic makes much more sense

<blockquote>It's a big city for one more lost soul in a mask.</blockquote> ➤ I think by the end I was more engaged in the Draxie-Ghostly-Blackbindings part of the story than the Kurt/Blaine part

➤ outsider POV, of a meteor-affected girl whose resulting mutation makes everyone near her compulsively tell their secrets. Basically her life sucks.

➤ The story of Henry and Celluci from the POV of a Edgar Alan Poe narrative style!

➤ in which Ianto Jones' niece uses time travel to save the world and fix everything,with help from John Hart ➤ (CoE fixit, but also fixes end of Season 2)

➤ the one with Storek the awesome Vulcan-y kid of Spock's

➤ outside pov, the one with the extraction of "volunteer" eyes that other people can wear to experience what the original owner saw

➤ The one where a little girl on Halloween is able to lead them to evidence to help them with a case. ➤ (The one where the girl has been long dead)

<blockquote>Napoleon, Illya, Paris—what more can I say?</blockquote> ➤ the one where they have dinner with an elderly woman who's an ex-thrush-agent and a close friend of Illya's, who encourages Napoleon to finally make a move on Illya

https://web.archive.org/web/20100821043315/http://file40.net:80/file40s/rainbo.html ➤ Escorting a thrush defector to safety. Questions of trust. Ends annoyingly early but good up to that point.