LINKDING

Summary: <blockquote>Wednesday nights at Cloud Recesses strip club are always a little weird, but usually they're not this /horny/. Whatever Wei Ying and Lan Zhan get up to, Mianmian is /not/ going to be the one to clean it up.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Shang Qinghua finally convinces Shen Qingqiu to get, and use, Tantan (China's IP-rip-off answer to Tinder). Luo Binghe is less than thrilled with this development.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Airplane's haphazard deep lore has done it again.</blockquote>

<blockquote>🎁A gift thread for cleromance 🎁 Enjoy my first Liushen courting ficlet</blockquote>

<blockquote>In her first year of university, Qi Qingqi embarks on a voyage of self-discovery. Shen Yuan embarks on whatever the exact opposite of that is.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Luo Binghe rolls to his back, looking up at their bed’s canopy. “When you invited me to sit in your carriage... that was you?” “Yes,” Shen Qingqiu says warily. “I was fourteen,” Luo Binghe says. “But if Shen Qinqgiu’s body wasn’t your own, how old were you?”</blockquote> ➤ the one where lbh has to valiantly reorient himself away from the age gap kink he thought he was living

<blockquote>Dan had thought the Brock Report was great and that Eddie Brock was the coolest man in San Francisco. He still, painfully, kind of thinks this.</blockquote> ➤ love the outside pov on Eddie&Venom

<blockquote>“For God’s sake, whatever you do, do-not-marry-that-woman!” “Who the fuck are you?” “I am your future self. You remember that idea you had for a time machine? Well, it worked, it’s going to work – gotta get my tenses right – and I’m here to tell you… to tell me, not to marry that woman.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>It’s traditional “Write random AUs instead of your nano story” time here at chez melannen. So, to inspire Sath, here is the first 1000 words of the Les Mis SF AU-Fusion-Crossover that has been haunting me since I first got into Les Mis fandom. ENJOY. I feel like this one truly captures the spirit of Les Mis canon.</blockquote> ➤ or: the space au where Marius has been in stasis for a few hundred thousand years and when he's revived all his friends are dead

<blockquote>This started in a conversation between us about how knotting without permission is practically non-con and how important it is to know exactly what you’re about to sleep with, or, as coruscera summarised it: “I'm just saying, it's good to know what you're signing up for char-beforechar- cocks are in places and shit cannot be taken back.” And then linbot realised that a bunch of truly bizarre things have happened in slash stories she’s read, so the questionnaire got longer and longer.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“You remember that show we used to watch when we were small? British movie. There was a car that can fly, you remember? When you pressed the button, suddenly got wing and propellor come out.” “Hah! Yes,” said Eileen. “‘Chitty Chitty Bang Bang’, right?” “Whenever I’m stuck in a jam, I always think, wah, nice if our car can do that hor,” said Ko. He lifted a flap next to the radio, revealing a large red button. Eileen had never seen it before.</blockquote> ➤ notes: <blockquote>A novel traffic jam solution.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Watching the gate teams come through got pretty hilarious at times, Chuck thought. Even those that didn't come through hot still frequently had something that had gone wrong. It was apparently a rule in the Pegasus galaxy that the Atlantians had to be screwed with in some fashion before they got to go home. It had gotten to the point where Chuck had come up with a rating system for gate returns and he posted the daily winner's score and security footage on the Atlantis internet.</blockquote>

<blockquote>What if Donna ran Torchwood?</blockquote>

<blockquote>Let's steal an astrophysicist.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It is a well-established fact in marine biology that the octopus is the drunk texter of the cephalopod family.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Days off are really challenging when you're a Strong Female Character. Dang, Susan can’t even go out to pick up the newspaper in the morning without posing strategically in her action negligée and punching out the mailman.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"John," Rodney's mind-voice trembled, "Would you ever... want to pair with me?" "There's nothing more that I've ever wanted than to cradle our egg with my feet," John told him. "Aside from flying." "Well, yeah," Rodney said, "I'm working on that."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Abelard and Bernard are pomeranians and they have been bad.</blockquote> ➤ theological disagreements in a cute-fluffy-animal au!

<blockquote>Submitted for publication in the Journal for Xenocoital Studies. Abstract: I present the first study of sexual relations between Vulcan and Human males, from a study of 100 sexual encounters with a single Human male. The time taken for the Human to achieve orgasm was measured under four types of contact: manual stimulation of the penis, oral stimulation of the penis, oral stimulation combined with digital contact with the anus, and anal penetration. The optimum parameters for producing orgasm are identified, and empirical relations are presented between the time taken to orgasm and the pressure of manual or oral stimulation or frequency of anal thrusts.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Gavros stared at him for a long moment. “In the future, centenarius, clothing is to be worn for drills. Not paint. And your pay will be docked for this little stunt.” “Oh, do we get pay now, sir?” Hilarion asked in a tone of polite interest.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Um. I blame Horrible Histories.</blockquote>