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

summary: -dick jokes [screenshot of a text from Peerless Cucumber that reads “Do you still take commissions?”] -passionate ranting no fucking way he’s still alive??? -binghe obsession of course this is how we find out -homoerotic undertones maybe he really was dead and he just rose from the grave to commission art of lbh one last time in a totally hetero way ofc -binghe obsession ofc ➤ it's an outside pov fic consisting of a chat between pidw friends in a discord specifically for discussing Peerless Cucumber ➤ Peerless Cucumber has reappeared after being absent from the internet for a year, and he wants to commission art of himself and his husband in sqq x lbh cosplay ➤ cue the chat going wild ➤ it's SO FUNNY and so much fun, I love this fic both in premise and execution, chef's kiss ➤ 2.4k words

Summary: <blockquote>A spirit has lain sleeping, unmoving, in the woods for longer than anyone can remember. For the girl by his side when he wakes, nothing will ever be the same, as she learns he is both kinder and far more terrible than anyone in her village imagined.</blockquote>

Summary: <blockquote>After she gets rescued from BreharWallHan, Jena does her best to sit through medical care and meets another patient.</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>Millennial vs Gen Z? Shen Qingqiu wishes. A young transmigrator has a new idol; Shen Qingqiu is very tired.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It started on the midnight to eight shift, sometime before three, the witching hour even by ship standards.</blockquote> ➤ the one about the boat of scientists when quynh emerges from the ocean!

<blockquote>York, 1997. A schoolteacher reads a peculiar essay on the history of Faerie.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Who really wrote the works of Voltaire? In a highly controversial panel, three major candidates emerge.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Pam Marks is surprised and delighted when four young (looking) people make a big purchase at her Help the Refugees charity shop in suburban England. The political winds and the recession are catching up with her. She's glad to know there are people on her side.</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>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>"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>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>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 diary of one of the Ancients responsible for designing the original Stargates is discovered. Some things that were previously thought to be fundamental features of wormhole physics turn out not to be. A comedy about the importance of software testing and mass-extinction.</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>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>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>"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>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>

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

➤ A journalist trying to figure out what's up with Illya

➤ the italian restaurant across the street from the UNCLE tailor shop gets threatened by THRUSH trying to take over the block, and asks for help from those weird guys from across the street.

<blockquote>My partner is dead. There, it is possible to complete the thought: My partner is dead. My partner has been dead for...two hours and 48 minutes. </blockquote>