LINKDING

Summary: On the desk in between Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu was a printout of the email. Shen Qingqiu refused to look at it. If he tried very hard, he could pretend it wasn’t there. When the email had hit his inbox this morning, Shen Qingqiu had read it and reread enough to have it memorized, as he tried to comprehend the meaning of these words arranged in this order. The second that comprehension dawned upon him, he’d deleted the email then promptly tried to forget everything about it. He wasn’t being very successful on that front. The message, written with the extraordinary eloquence that Shen Qingqiu knew Luo Binghe was capable of, had been sent en masse to the entire faculty and student body. It stated two main points. Firstly, that Luo Binghe attested that Shen Qingqiu had never slept with, assaulted, molested, groomed, or was in any way inappropriate to him during his time at Cang Qiong Academy (thanks for the endorsement, Binghe!!). Secondly, that Luo Binghe was announcing this because he intended to marry Shen Qingqiu and did not want even the whisper of false impropriety to stain his Shizun’s name. ➤ cackling with delighted laughter over this svsss bingqiu modern au ➤ these complete weirdos!!! (affectionate) ➤ lbh, a former student of sqq who has since become an international superstar, sends a mass email announcing his interest in sqq. sqq is more worried about his old student's feelings being hurt than he is about the evident stalking the email reveals ➤ the fic is so funny, with so many perfect details. and the last line!!! I'm dead. ➤ 6k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>Never let it be said that Bertie Wooster will abandon a pal in need, even if that pal is a woman who is temporarily in possession of his body and he doesn’t fully understand what’s going on.</blockquote> ➤ a delightfully charming Jeeves/Wooster story wherein Wooster is bodyswapped with Honoria Glossop ➤ I loved the original character Tilly and I was SO cheering on the Tilly/Honoria ship! ➤ and of course Wooster and Jeeves are beautifully themselves as always ➤ 6k words in length

<blockquote>“You’re about to tell me you’re going to marry him someday,” Jiang Yanli said. “Uh,” Wei Ying replied. His hesitation had not been what she was expecting. He had been sounding so sure! “Well. I suppose.” “You suppose?” “It’s true that I am going to marry him someday, if by ‘someday’ you mean, specifically, yesterday.” / A sober woke-up-married-in-Vegas fic</blockquote> ➤ woke up married (but totally remember what they did and are on board with the decision), the outside pov is for the first half

<blockquote>Shen Jiu and Wu Yanzi run into Tianlang-Jun. It doesn't go well for Wu Yanzi, but things are looking up for Shen Jiu.</blockquote>

<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>Kirk and Spock discuss old history.</blockquote> ➤ the one that's written in old english, and then translated into modern english!

<blockquote>Lan Zhan shuts his eyes in exasperation. Lan Huan’s “Head Up and Heels Down,” shirt is confusing enough to the average person without being actively suggestive. (Every time Wei Ying sees it he proceeds to sing, “Heels down, head up, that’s the way we like to fuck!” under his breath, so the line for “actively suggestive” is… mutable.) He can’t imagine the kind of top stampede his extremely gay brother would cause by going out of the house in a t-shirt announcing, for all intents and purposes, his desire to be the star of an orgy. He tries very hard not to picture either the stampede or the orgy. “Why would you even want sixteen hands between your legs, anyway?” Wei Ying asks the room at large, sounding genuinely curious. “What would they do? I feel like at a certain point there’s, like, diminishing returns, right?” Ah. The mental image of Lan Huan’s Top Stampede has been replaced with a mental image that is both better and worse: Wei Ying as the centerpiece of a nine-person orgy. Or: A Horse Girl throw pillow, and what comes after.</blockquote> ➤ I love all the yes -anding absurdist humour, how well lwj&wwx clearly know each other, the affection and delight they have in each other!

<blockquote>Shang Qinghua is cursed to be silent until true love sets him free. He's pretty sure that's never going to happen.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Jingyi gets lost on the world's most boring night hunt in the world's creepiest city. And then he makes a friend!</blockquote> ➤ Lan Jingyi and Xue Yang run into each other alone in all the fog of yi city ➤ their dynamics with each other are SO fun, neither of them trusting each other and yet both having a great time in their various ways ➤ jingyi's pov is GREAT ➤ I think the author's tags are a great look into what the fic is like: hostage situations, poisoning, making out, frottage, mind-games, mouthy jerks who escalate, sexy swordfighting, being walked in on by hanguang-jun specifically, blink and you miss it glimpses of xue yang's angst, but mostly humour ➤ this is a reread for me and it's just as worth it the second time (or third, or fourth, or --- ) ➤ 6k words in length

<blockquote>Mike could admit, if only to himself, that he had still not quite believed Psmith, even as Psmith had led him out across the moonlit grounds of Cambridge to the fairy ring down by the riverbank. Fairy rings were only called that because people had once believed certain things about them, that was all. Fungus was fungus. Except Psmith had said it wasn't. Psmith had said he could open the way, if Mike only held onto him and didn't let go. And they had stepped into the fairy ring, and now they were somewhere else.</blockquote>

<blockquote>by-kathryyn2ys Okay you know how most of the statues on buildings in New York are all the same lady?? Well. I have found her Renaissance counterpart. Behold: whoever this guy was. He c l e a r l y got around by-amberjunnie bro one of those is by Michelangelo and the other is by Caravaggio, if it's the same dude then he didn't age at ALL in like 30-40 years. by-sewingoatmeal Reblog to support an immortal model, his muslim (?looking) boyfriend, his asian girlfriend and her girlfriend. (A Social Media Project)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Jaskier is totally unprepared for wilderness travel. Geralt is totally unprepared for Jaskier. It's the start of a beautiful friendship. (Inspired by my keen observation that Jaskier never carries anything other than a lute case in the show. Instead of suspending my disbelief like a regular human, I wrote eight thousand words of fanfic about it. You're all welcome.)</blockquote> ➤ I adore this "wilderness safety PSA thinly disguised as a Witcher fic."

<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>Ivan knew better than to accidentally marry Gregor Vorbarra. He absolutely, absolutely knew better. But that still didn't stop it from happening.</blockquote> ➤ (sequel from Gregor's point of view, A Marriage In Motion Will Stay In Motion: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20223463

<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>Jim is looking forward to rolling into bed after a nice relaxing game of chess when Spock decides to conclude the evening by announcing, "There is a 71.936 percent chance that I will develop romantic regard for you during the period spanning ten months from the present moment and four years, two months and fifteen days from the present moment."</blockquote> ➤ demisexual/demiromantic Spock.

<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>Goats are purchased, a plot is uncovered, and Costis Ormentiedes is in love.</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>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>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>Whenever Kylo Ren throws a dramatic tantrum over something inconsequential, Hux grits his teeth and very carefully does not think about the 500+ hours of leadership training he has completed or the zero hours Ren has done because his mommy happens to be General Organa. General Hux has workplace issues. Meaningless sex does not help solve them.</blockquote> ➤ omg

<blockquote>Maria's personal notes from the production of DIEFENBAKER! A Canadian Musical, by Darren Nichols and Richard Smith-Jones.</blockquote> ➤ the worst part is that now I have a terrible desire to see this musical, omg

<blockquote>Two productions of Twelfth Night.</blockquote>