LINKDING

Summary: “It started with the ghost,” Horatio said after a moment, clearly coming to a decision. He looked upset, finally, but in a frustrated way, not in the way you would expect from someone who had just witnessed four people die, and one of them in his arms. “I got roped into it because of the ghost.” // Why Hamlet chose to put his trust in Horatio. ➜ yuletide fic - for Hamlet ➜ taking an interpretation that Horatio and Hamlet barely knew each other before the start of the play, and running with it from Horatio's pov ➜ I love the way this interpretation shapes the story! ➜ And Horatio's pov is so good. the way he feels helplessly drawn into the mess by Hamlet's charisma, never sure what he can do or what he should do, but unable to make himself step back and leave Hamlet alone ➜ because Hamlet IS so charismatic, and so visibly struggling at the same time! and there's so much depth there that Horatio simply cannot have the context to understand, but he wants to, he wants to be there for Hamlet ➜ but in the end, of course, all he can do is tell everyone what happened. ➜ I'm so emotions!!!! ➜ 9k words

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: [🥒] STOP ASKING TO SEE MY “CUCUMBER” For the final time, I picked this username as a joke and I thought I’d be able to change it later! I can’t make a new account because I’ve bought all the limited time chapters here and they can’t be transferred! [🎲] wow, that is incredibly fucked up. You don’t deserve this kind of harassment. Don’t worry cucumber bro, i’ve got your back. Send me your dickpics and i’ll keep them safe for you / an insight into Shen Yuan's forum history ➤ reverse transmigration bingqiu story, told through the forum posts of peerless cucumber, cucumber bro's fans, shizunsheavenlykitten, and all the people who think shizunsheavenlykitten is a tradwife ➤ a quick and fun read! I loved seeing the other internet people being endlessly baffled by bingqiu ➤ 5k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>In which Vucub-Kamé is worried, Hun-Kamé is in denial and Casiopea Tun is perfectly happy. (post-canon)</blockquote> ➤ fic for Silvia Moreno-Garcia's Gods of Jade and Shadow ➤ such a fun pov choice to have it from Vucub-Kame's perspective! ➤ I loved the arguments between Vucub-Kame and Hun-Kame, and between Hun-Kame and Casiopeia! ➤ 2k words in length

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>“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 Yuan was born to be Reviewer 2. Decades after his marriage, Empress Shen Qingqiu is living his best life at the entire demonic civil service's expense.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The excavation of the tomb of Xiao Jingyan, Emperor Wu of Liang, reveals some ancient secrets on national television. The history nerds have their moment.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Chung Sol may have only been the second fastest among the Nine — best at tanking, though, whatever Five had to say on this — but the signs were pretty fucking hard to miss.</blockquote> ➤ cackling with laughter, I love chung sol's pov

<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>The residents of Yarn Stash Cabinet are concerned about their crafter’s holiday knitting plans.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Now, Yue Qingyuan won't pretend to be anything he is not. He is achingly aware of his own guilt complex and how he rarely, if ever, questions Xiao Jiu because of it. He wouldn't have been able to become Sect Leader if he was blind to his faults. But it has been two weeks. Two weeks of Xiao Jiu following him around, existing in his periphery, only slipping away for a few hours in the morning to teach his students. Even then he returns the moment the lessons are over, never lingering for longer than he needs to. Presumably he went back to his Peak at night to change his clothes, but Yue Qingyuan has never seen him leave. / In which Shen Qingqiu gets a second chance, but is still allergic to talking it out. Instead, why shouldn't he plaster himself to Yue Qingyuan's side and refuse to leave?</blockquote> ➤ time travel fixit from the non-time-traveller's pov, always a delight

<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>Grandmaster Lan Qiren voluntarily taking part in a night hunt is something unheard of. Jingyi weasels his way in to figure out why. Turns out that when people bicker like an old married couple, sometimes it’s because they are an old (possibly) married couple. Jingyi didn’t sign up for this. But he’s pretty sure neither did anyone else.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Nie Huaisang snapped open his fan and covered his face. "Be careful. I'll take advantage."</blockquote> ➤ outside pov of time travel fixit! (nhs is the time traveller, jyl is the pov)

<blockquote>Lan Qiren's sister-in-law disappeared with his nephew shortly before the birth of her second child. Twelve years later, Lan Qiren encounters some teens and tweens in a teahouse. . It’s impossible. He could be stepping back forty years to his own childhood, to that very face on his brother showing how to grip a sword for the first time. Lan Qiren makes a kind of choked noise, but thankfully it must be quiet enough that none of the young men hear. Either he’s going senile at the age of fifty or-- His head is ringing, but all he can think is that the young man is the right age. It’s been just over twelve years since his sister-in-law’s second pregnancy was announced, and here is this boy, with that nose and that chin and that brow, already furrowed, just like his father...</blockquote>

<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>Madame asks Adèle to read the manuscript of her autobiography.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sarah McBride Anderson is best known for her work as a suffragette and later as the Representative of Massachusetts' 5th Congressional District, where she served from 1925-1937 (the first woman to represent Massachusetts, and the seventh woman in the US House of Representatives). Less well known is her lifelong friendship with J.A. Pendleton, the celebrated novelist and Pulitzer Prize winner. The two women met at college, where they roomed together. Although the correspondence between the two women after their college years has been published, these letters (excerpted from Anderson's letters home to her family during their college years) have not, and provide a fascinating glimpse into their friendship.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Perhaps the Crofts' arrival at Kellynch Hall was not quite as innocently serendipitous as previously thought.</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>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>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>Today on our program we’re bringing you a three act investigation into a true Chicago legend. It’s a larger-than-life tale of murder, exile, culture shock, and the incredible power of human kindness as we ask the question: did Chicago have its own Canadian superhero in the ‘90s? The answer may surprise you. From WBEZ Chicago, it’s This American Life.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Edward was very good at two things: noticing things, and not being noticed in return. It was the sort of qualities that made you a good spy. These two never got the memo.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In Teixcalaan, these things are ceaseless: star-charts, disembarkments, and Shrja Torel's ridiculous, illogical, impossible-to-get-rid-of envy for her best friend's job and imago. (Mahit and Yskandr are very similar. Shrja is not.)</blockquote>