LINKDING

Summary: <blockquote>It isn't even an accident, precisely—that might be the most humiliating thing about it. Lan Wangji had tasted the tea, expecting it to be precisely what it revealed itself to be; Lan Wangji had wanted to feel its effects, to gauge them, although he had expected them to be mild. He had brewed the tea himself. An entirely uncoerced and foolish act. Lan Wangji has a misadventure with an aphrodisiac. It works out for everyone.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Of all the goddamn people in this city, it's Jiang Cheng she runs into at two in the morning. "Your sister is going to kill you," Wen Qing says, instead of, I'm sorry you gave me your number and I never called.</blockquote> ➤ Sweet and soft and warm ➤ series consists of: a wish right now a place much simpler another hand after you fold

<blockquote>In the weeks before Shang Qinghua's marriage to the King of the Northern Wastes, he invites Liu Qingge to go fishing.</blockquote> ➤ good at creating vibes!

<blockquote>Mo Xuanyu thought that this Wei Wuxian person whose body he’d stolen must have been a really interesting person, mostly because he’d been here for three days so far and nobody’d noticed the switch yet.</blockquote> ➤ there's clearly a lot of context missing that mxy doesn't have, and it ends before any of that is resolved, but mxy's little story of accidentally possessing teen wwx's body is still lovely

<blockquote>“Who the hell is this? D’you know what fucking time it is?” “Hi, Patrick. And yeah, sorry about the time. It’s just—I kinda need you to bail me out? Well. Me and like seven other girls.” “...Kat? Kat Stratford?” Or, five times Kat calls Patrick, and one time Patrick calls Kat. Post-movie.</blockquote>

<blockquote>And Ruth said: 'Entreat me not to leave thee, and to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people; and thy orgasms shall be my orgasms.'</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Are you cold?” he asks, because Shang Qinghua is usually cold. Mobei-jun does his best to keep him well supplied with furs, and warm cups of tea, and other necessities, but he still sometimes catches him blowing on the tips of his fingers in between drafts of trade agreements. “Ah, a little,” Shang Qinghua says, rubbing at his cheek with one hand, “but it’s all right, my king.” Mobei-jun says nothing, only extends a hand to tap him on the head, once, carefully. He stabilizes Shang Qinghua’s temperature with the touch, and watches as his cheeks go flushed. “There,” he says.</blockquote> ➤ from mbj's perspective. So earnest and tender! and clueless! it's great

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

<blockquote>Besides, I wanted to give Rebekah another lesson in numbers. And now that he had suggested it, I wanted to teach her alef-beit, too. Perhaps I would paint her first page of letters with honey, to teach her that learning what she does not yet know is sweet.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sandy Nissley was the youngest of five children, and by the time she was ready for high school her father was retired. The Nissleys’ large old early twentieth century duplex at Twenty-Four-Twelve North Second Street had become three bedrooms and a whole storey too big for them, and Sandy’s parents decided to move into something a lot smaller. They weren’t going far, and Sandy would be closer to her school. The change didn’t turn Sandy’s world on its head. But she dreamed about the house she’d grown up in.</blockquote> ➤ about the relationship between a girl and a house

<blockquote>The night is humid and warm, sticks to our skin like a wet T-shirt. Luz pokes the fire with a piece of scrap metal she found lying by Gunner’s feet. It sends a swarm of sparks flying into the air. Taking that as an invitation, others come flocking to our little circle. No matter the temperature, the kids gravitate towards the fire at night, so I always try to have one going near sundown. “Give us a poem, Daddy?” the new kid says, one of Luz’s strays. His name is Roy. He’s probably a little older than Luz. Maybe in his twenties. I think of asking for something in return—the kids need to learn the rules of this world, and better I teach them in my way than someone else in theirs—but I hold back. Just this once, I feel like giving one away.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Gabriel took the tiger by the ears, because somebody had to, and he never had a plan for getting off. Max is somewhat more practical.</blockquote> ➤ I've never even heard of this fandom before but this fic is actually lovely as is with no context, you figure out enough of the context to be going with from the fic itself.

<blockquote>Victor used to glance in the windows of marque studios and look at the flash on the walls sometimes, with curiosity more than longing. What would it be like to feel someone else’s soul? There are songs about it on the radio. Romantic. In his actual life, it’s always Yakov saying, “get over yourself, get more sleep, stop daydreaming on the ice.” Or it was.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Paula after the events of the movie.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Soon, the year’s longest night would choke the last vestiges of warmth from both land and men. The numerus, sequestered in the easternmost fort of Gallia Belgica, was barely a hundred miles from the frontier that had brought legions to their knees.</blockquote> ➤ wonderfully atmospheric. very winter in feel, and then the warmth of the caring between the characters

<blockquote>“you have learned love but not self-consciousness, because love does not beget self. there’s no need for heart and body to love; no need for mind or soul though you have both, programmed for one and grew the other like a struggling sprout in a crack on the pavement, just for him, just like him. ” The Passenger and the Computer, in the midst of the all black everything. Time once more has meaning, and humanity must be redefined.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The currents seemed to pull the empty ache out of her, as though her body were just a translucent husk. And then the sound of her heart beating inside her would remind her it was time to surface, and she would feel the slight throbbing of her body asking to live, and reluctantly, made aware again of her natural place above water, she would rise.</blockquote> ➤ about a free-diver in the mediterranean. A lovely story of grief and loss and living, well-grounded in its setting.

<blockquote>Bandits came for Lalasa’s family and burned the whole farm out, except for her, because she had been at the river washing clothes. Lalasa did not miss her father or her brothers for all the long years of her life, which should tell you something about her. She cried for them anyway, and that should tell you something too. -- Retelling of Page and Squire from Lalasa's POV.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five times Luke brushed Leia's hair.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Most people who have reached their eighties without raising children have every right to believe that they will go on not raising them, and Judith and I were no different until the day they turned up with the social worker, neatly scrubbed and pressed inside their vac-suits and carrying cases with all their remaining worldly possessions. There were three of them like stairsteps, their black hair cut in fringes across their foreheads and their dark eyes shining out disconcertingly familiar at me. But it wasn’t until the social worker said, “Mr. Chao and Ms. Goldstein, these are your grandchildren, Enid, Richard, and Harry,” that I remembered, sheepishly, about the genes we had given all those years ago, to that nice couple from New New Prague, before they left for the Oort Cloud.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Nurse Angelica always dreamed of a day when Julia and Tybalt would be happy, surrounded by children and with loving spouses to stand between them. Now that that day has finally come, she can no longer avoid a conversation she's long deflected. A fix-it of sorts, inspired by drcalvin's "Gallant offers ill-delivered."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Inspired by the lyrics, a tale of five people who love each other very much coming together at Christmas.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Because the wildness is everywhere, and you cannot ever really escape it.</blockquote> ➤ a retelling of beauty and the beast

<blockquote>Barney heeds Valancy's request for something frivolous for Christmas.</blockquote> ➤ feels very like canon

➤ the one about polyamorous bird people

<blockquote>The Ivory Sun was brilliant on the day the orphan arrived at the Citadel of Six-and-Twenty Wonders. She had come across a desert and a half, from a small mountain town of no repute, a town with only three moons and no stars at all to speak of. The girl’s name was Rayyana, and she had come to the Citadel to paint.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Today I looked out,” she reads, “and I saw my name among the stars.”</blockquote> ➤ in which Tosh works on a translation project ➤ also at http://femgenficathon.livejournal.com/77183.html

<blockquote>In Japan, it is not too much to say that everything is about appearances.   It is a habit cultivated over a life-time, and not one easy to break.</blockquote> ➤ a Miko character study ➤ series consists of: Zoh-onna Omote Tadaima ➤ also at https://archiveofourown.org/works/1182813

<blockquote>Dana's back. Intern Vithya is new. Cecil and Carlos are just the same, but different. Today, Night Vale is the safest place on earth.</blockquote> ➤ or: Night Vale during the US government shutdown

<blockquote>by-sabinelagrande: hands up for top!Cecil tying Carlos up and not letting him go until he's worshiped every inch of his perfectness me: *catches that pass and runs for the end zone*</blockquote>