LINKDING

<blockquote>An AU where David becomes a wedding and event planner after the Roses lose everything. And Patrick is still...Patrick. With apologies for anachronisms, as I haven't seen the latest season.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Crowley is caught in a summoning circle. Aziraphale comes to rescue him.</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of an absent-minded professor, as sketched by someone who didn’t bother to do much actual research; his clothes are so outdated it teeters on costume.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>Alix Campbell is not particularly pleased to be on the list of staff for Earth's very first appearance at the Galactic Council.</blockquote> ➤ space bureaucracy! also, one of those stories where you can tell the author is familiar with the career in question, always a delight

<blockquote>Summary: There are some people the universe really, really wants you to meet. // After about twenty seconds of silence, the guy in the peacoat says, “I really promise I’m not going to murder you.” Notes: Or, Sansa is a genetic counselor, Jon is a Targaryen (maybe?), and it’s secular Christmas in modern Westeros. In which I take a fandom to work for like the fortieth fucking time and it’s a lot of exposition because--I do what I want? And what I wanted was a big joke about inbreeding depression. (Please take none of the below seriously.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Shuri's paper is refuted in a subclause of a footnote. This means war. (And somehow eventually takeout and fully-funded projects and kissing.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Laurence and Tharkay, holed up together in the midst of a cold, snowy winter, pass the time by reading old letters. But there's more contained in those papers than either of them bargained for...</blockquote> ➤ the premise of this fic is INCREDIBLE, I love them going through Laurence's old letters in a cozily domestic wintry home, with the contents new to both of them

<blockquote>“I thought we were actively avoiding each other after the Trandosha Shitshow,” Han says. “We’re actively avoiding each other after the Iridonia Shitshow,” Lando corrects him, “the Trandosha Shitshow is That Which We Do Not Speak Of.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Jupiter discovers that the one thing Caine Wise wants most in life is to be a pretty pretty bride on his wedding day. And she sets out to make that happen. Look, I'll be frank: this is over 7000 words of pure self-indulgence. My only hope is that it scratches an itch for my recipient as well.</blockquote> ➤ I almost didn't read this but I'm so glad I did because I am SUPER CHARMED

<blockquote>Goats are purchased, a plot is uncovered, and Costis Ormentiedes is in love.</blockquote>

<blockquote>An intergalactic traveler and her small purple best friend, another intergalactic traveler and her small blue best friend, a spaceship crash, a missing cat, and a little bit of trouble. (Okay, a lot of trouble.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Suradanna and the captain negotiate another life in Salamadan Port.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The entire hockey team falters, faced by Katsuki's dark eyes shaded by his inky eyelashes. It's very effective. Mila's going to find out what mascara he uses. "Did - did someone pull a prank on you?" says Katsuki. His Russian isn't terrible, but between his soft voice and his frankly adorable accent, half-American and half-Japanese, he sounds like a little lost lamb.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He's shivering as he emerges from the pod. No surprise, he was frozen for like a billion years. I do all the stuff on the script, all the "Fear Not! You are a welcomed citizen of our Utopia!" stuff while I'm toweling him off. Apparently he's about as good as I am with awkward silence 'cause it's not three seconds before he starts making small talk. "So, how'd you get to be a. . ." He waves his hand. "A Tour Guide To The Future?!" "Yeah." The guy smiles gratefully at me. "I imagine you had a lot of training. . . ?" "None whatsoever!" I chirp. He looks confused. "Allocator chose me because I incidentally have the exact skills and qualifications necessary for this task, and because I had one of the highest enthusiasm scores!"</blockquote> ➤ this story is weird and incredible and I was very surprised to be having feelings by the end given how much I was giggling through most of the story. I love it.

<blockquote>A subtle French poison is making Jack feel things that are not appropriate for polite society, nor even for the often impolite society of his ship. This is either the best or the worst day of William Marshall's life.</blockquote> ➤ OH MY GOSH. INCREDIBLE. WHAT THE HECK. (William Marshall is the man who was in love with Jack from the first book)

<blockquote>In which it turns out that Radek Zelenka is a sex god.</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>I relayed the information I’d so masterfully committed to memory in my youth, re: the prophet Elijah being taken up to heaven while still alive and in full possession of his faculties. I’d won a prize for Scripture-knowledge and so had details of this sort at my fingertips. “Although,” I said, as we neared what I took to be the stratosphere, or some kind of sphere at any rate, “just now my resemblance to the prophet Elijah escapes me.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Peace was declared and Captain William Frederick is back home with his loving sister in his comfortable home in Wiltshire. Would that the French had got him.</blockquote> ➤ a fic about the Nemesis comics, in a world in which a nemesis is the most important and longed-for type of relationship

<blockquote>In the years after high school, Kat tentatively becomes friends with her ex-boyfriend Patrick. And then Bianca gets married.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A selection from the Private Diary of Sir James Martin of Martindale. Concerning Peas, Friendship, the state of Blessed Matrimony, and several wonders of Modern Medicine.</blockquote> ➤ a ridiculous and charming story from the pov of the most cheerfully and amiably oblivious person in the world

<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>Patty. Is on the third floor. All of the time.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Spock likes McCoy. McCoy won't take a hint.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Psmith jolted. “So forward,” he said, a slight crack in his voice. “I begin to suspect your intentions. Comrade Jackson, Casanova of the Home Counties.”</blockquote> ➤ series consists of: Psmith Learns by surexit Psmith Learns More by surexit Psmith Shows Initiative by surexit

<blockquote>Jyn's hateful, she knows she is, but it's not often she meets someone for the first time and hates them on sight, hates so hard her fists clench and her jaw grinds. Leia Organa, though. Jyn takes one look at her and feels her blood pressure rise. She's soft and smooth and rounded with curves, every line of her screaming rich and powerful and too good for you, Erso. Jyn's trying to unlearn how to punch her way out of things she doesn't like but she would, she'd punch Leia in the mouth and drag her straight down into the dirt if she could, and she feels like it's written all over her. She doesn't expect Leia to see her. But the Princess' eyes land right on her, down in the ranks, and Leia curls her lip, just a little, and Jyn thinks, fuck, because Leia Organa clearly hates the sight of her about as much as she hates Leia Organa.</blockquote> ➤ I am delighted by this fic's existence (and it is very well executed too!)

<blockquote>The Regal Copper Laurentius accidentally acquires a captain, Tharkay spectates, Temeraire is Not Actually an Orphan, and no one really knows who's leading France. Someone should probably get on that, considering England is at war with the place.</blockquote> ➤ AMAZING. An au in which all the humans are dragons and all the dragons are humans.

<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>Bar is a normal fangirl who begins to question her sanity after reading the entire works of erotic author Chuck Tingle over the course of one month. But when her hot lesbian sanity shows up in her bedroom and shows her the true cosmic significance of pounding butts things take a turn for the erotic. This erotic tale is 2,300 words of jokes and sizzling human on anthropomorphic personification action, including anal, fisting, and cunnilingus, but mostly jokes.</blockquote> ➤ the fanfic the tingleverse has always needed, opening up the joys of anthorpomorphic personification sex to more than just dudes

<blockquote>In which a young innocent maiden falls prey to the wiles of a seductive licentious vampire. Or is it the other way around? (AKA an unholy fusion of Carmilla and Dracula, Discworld-style)</blockquote>