LINKDING

<blockquote>The thrilling sequel to Coco that you've all been waiting for! Miguel visits ... wait for it... wait for it... A LIBRARY. Or : Miguel probably can't prove that Ernesto is a murderer, but stupendous fuckbucket is still on the table.</blockquote> ➤ ohhhh dang this fic is INCREDIBLE

<blockquote>A detective is called to a space station to solve the mystery of whether--and how--twelve astronauts are accessing the surface of a forbidden planet.</blockquote> ➤ oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh this is INCREDIBLE

<blockquote>When an underdog candidate promises a handsome reward to anyone who will help him win an election, world famous election advisers Mosca Mye and Eponymous Clent are on the job. The job is more complicated, not to mention more dangerous, than Mosca expected.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Kathy tweaked his nose and skipped ahead of him. "You know, Cosmo, Don and I may love you for your brains--" "Excuse me! I resent that remark! You love me for my unerring sense of comic timing." "--But not everyone is so forgiving."</blockquote>

➤ four fics about Jonathan and Arabella's relationship with each other. I thought it did a great job of capturing their characters ➤ Series consists of: Prelude by afrai Serenade by afrai Duet by afrai Nocturne by afrai

<blockquote>Kirk contracts a condition that makes him feel perpetually cold. Spock has to perform mind melds to convince Kirk he’s warm.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The plan comes apart almost as soon as the three of them enter the prison. Poe thought they were doing pretty good until that point. They got into the spaceport with their cover identities in place, made it onto the ship that delivers supplies and new prisoners to Kedai Station in the far Outer Rim, survived the trip with a bunch of bad-tempered and legitimate criminals with nothing more than some bruises and a headache, and got shoved through intake until they were finally spat out as official residents. The whole process had felt like being digested, but they had a mission to accomplish, so they tried to blend in and not get involved in any trouble. Poe assured Finn and Rey over and over that they’d be smuggled out on the same ship that brought them in, job done and back to base. So of course things start to go wrong immediately.</blockquote> ➤ I love the OCs, and the intense horrible feeling of the place pressing down on our characters is really effective.

<blockquote>'Fanny was the mute earth to Mary's leaping fire, the gnarled oak to her fluttering songbird, the mirror-bright millpond to her restless waves. If one could somehow, with propriety, squeeze both ladies into a single body, the resultant heroine would be beyond anything shewn by Mrs. Radcliffe! She might paddle down the Amazon, contest a knotty theological point with the Pope, battle venomous water snakes with a hat pin and a bottle of hartshorn, and sink into a dead faint at the villain’s merest glance, as if he were some species of basilisk!' Or, Mansfield Park meets Northanger Abbey</blockquote> ➤ AMAZING, Mary-centric, Mary/Fanny with caving adventures and great patische voice, though I fear I do not know the canons in question quite well enough to appreciate everything as much as I ought.

<blockquote>SOME OF OUR MORE IMAGINATIVE READERS INFORM US that the events of the past few days -- the grisly deaths, the tragic fire, the flying carriage that caused the egregious delays on the Metropolitan and District Railway -- are attributable to the fevered pursuit of a Chinese vampire, known in its native land as a jiang shi, by the adventuress detective Madame Vastra. These readers, whose persistent letters are beginning to become tiresome, claim that this is but one of many times Madame Vastra's unravelling of a mystery has saved all of an unknowing London. We advise these peculiar devotees that we have yet again sought an audience with Madame Vastra, who, as ever, politely declines comment on any of the wilder rumors in circulation, but wishes it known that any unusual cases requiring investigation may be brought to her attention care of this newspaper.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Of all the things that had and could happen to Carlos in Night Vale, becoming a vampire was practically mundane. Hardly worth mentioning, really. One day you're a regular mortal human, and the next night you wake up with fangs...</blockquote>

<blockquote>This was what Bilbo noticed: for all that the dragon was a monstrous thing beyond Bilbo's imagination – it reminded Bilbo of the little lizards that would sometimes sunbathe on the rocks in his garden back home in the same sense that this mountain palace reminded him of those rocks – the dragon seemed prey to the same ordinary failing as any creature that thought rather too much of itself. And that was, of course, its vanity.</blockquote> ➤ this is not a story I would ever have expected to read but it is amaze and I love it

<blockquote>When Loki turns up demanding Thor's help on a quest to retrieve the All-Mother from Valhalla, Thor isn't about to say no. But that doesn't mean he's forgotten anything, and what better time than a road trip through the backwaters of the universe for trying to talk things out?</blockquote>

<blockquote>“I’ll be up at the Arkangel,” Noah finishes. “When you lot have finished your grumbling, come up and get your assignments.” After he leaves, everyone looks at each other, still caught in the moment of silence. As might have been expected, Ham’s the one to break it. “What’s crawled up his exhaust pipe?” “I think the prospect of a life-ending flood might just have had a moderately deleterious effect upon him,” Rahela says sarcastically. “I can’t imagine why.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>In a time now gone, there lived once a boy of great honesty and a convict with a frozen heart. Years apart, in different towns, they both met persons of hidden greatness and were gifted marvelous things, so that they might change their fates. But time passes; honest boys grow into harsh men, while old convicts slip between the cracks and emerge reforged and renewed. And who knows what could happen when such men collide? [Magical AU inspired by the style of folk-tales and childhood stories for Valvertfic fest]</blockquote>

<blockquote>It's why he could sit in the middle of a camp of Mounties, eating a bowl of God-is-this-polar-bear-stew and say, hey, buddy, got an idea. Let's go get that Hand of Franklin. I cannot think of anything more unlikely, so I'm pretty sure we'll find it.</blockquote> ➤ the one where they actually spend time, like, preparing themselves before going on their adventure

<blockquote>When Combeferre, rogue scion of a line of French Watchers, learns that a Slayer has been called in the South of France, he decides to set out and find her himself.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Well, if you do card sharps of the old west, obviously you need to have, like, one be a Jew and one a Chinaman and maybe one of them crossdresses as a saloon girl</blockquote>

<blockquote>There are stranger, more dangerous things in lurking in the mists of Caledonia than Marcus or Esca ever imagined. If they are to find the Eagle, they must first survive the terrible lizards, which will not be so easy if they cannot trust each other.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Thomas is manipulative, ambitious, and ruthless. He's also lonely as hell. And then the new gardener starts at Downton, and everything changes. (a slightly alternate look at season three, or: Thomas might be mean but he also needs a hug)</blockquote> ➤ oh wow so good. ➤ I know so little about Downton Abbey I couldn't have previously named a single character in it, and apparently this fic has now entirely determined how I am going to imagine Downton Abbey. ➤ Sshhhh, don't ruin my beautiful headcanon.

<blockquote>Elizabeth repairs David - but slowly he begins to realize he is malfunctioning in a way she can't fix. And he doesn't want her to.</blockquote> ➤ Look, all I knew about Prometheus was that it was a movie with a robot and aliens and scientists and spaceships. THAT DOESN'T MATTER. This fic reads amazingly and beautifully without need of background knowledge.

<blockquote> Nate thinks: Not dancing is not living. He doesn’t say it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>After her father dies with the Ninth, Flavia is sent to Britannia to live with her uncle Aquila. There she meets a pair of British girls, and together the three of them change each other's lives in ways they could never have expected.</blockquote>

<blockquote>An epistolary romance novella set in 1920s London among lesser specimens of the Bloomsbury genus. Young writer Jade Yeo is about to find out what a lot of trouble a negative review can cause.<blockquote>

<blockquote>When he had counted six hundred seconds, he turned on the light again and took two pieces of paper out of his wallet. One was a picture of Saturn, its rings, and two of its moons; that picture had arrived on earth on November 3, 1980, exactly six years, four months, and three days before Isaac was born, though it had been taken by the Voyager 1 spacecraft before that, because light took time to travel no matter where in the universe you were (at least on the scale at which humans and spacecraft operated). The other was a list of things from Dr. Mazzy that were okay, and the third thing on the list was 'making mistakes'. He read the whole list over four times, focusing on those two words in particular. He didn't forget things; sometimes he just didn't remember to remember them. He decided it was okay to make a mistake when he was excited, and he was excited. On Friday, Rick would be back. That made thinking about anything else difficult.</blockquote> ➤ in which the pov character is on the autism spectrum, and his best-friend-since-childhood (and boyfriend now) films things, a job involving lots of exciting travel and stories

<blockquote>John felt like Atlantis was home from the moment he stepped through the Gate. He just didn't expect that the city would feel the same way. In which Ancients come and go, Rodney reinvents Babelfish, Ronon resumes his career in library science, and Teyla is awesome.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Last I heard," interrupted Golovin, whose sweet smile softened what would otherwise have been a sharp profile, "the point of a free country is that you can buy your coffee and listen to your music where you please, and that you can sell that coffee and play that music for somebody without anybody interrogating anybody about political preferences first. Or are you fellows Soviets? Because if you are, I--" "Don't get cute," growled Sanders, who had a voice like thunder and had never, in the six years Les had worked under him, been afraid to use it. He pulled Brenner's sheet toward him and pointed to the top line. "November 8 of last year, three Negros with known communist sympathies were arrested coming out of your establishment--" "Is liking music while being colored a federal crime now?" Golovin folded his arms and looked smug. In another context, that might have gotten him at least a chuckle; here, no one was laughing.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which it's 1964, Camelot is an advertising agency with a budget problem, Merlin is a copywriter who loves to twist, and Arthur is a junior partner who loves to shout. More or less.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It was the war's fault that she was there, in dungarees and with all her wavy red hair tied back in a kerchief, her hands grubby in the crevices of her knuckles and palms, holding pneumatic tools she hadn't known had existed two weeks before, wearing a gold locket with Tom's picture in it the way his letters promised he kept what few pictures he had of her wedged in the crevices of the metal that held his bunk to the wall. The war was responsible for how the nails she'd always kept so nice were ragged at the tips and cuticles, and rimmed around and beneath with heavy black-brown grease; the war was why she came home to an empty house and cooked supper for one and jumped in the middle of the night at every unexplained noise and sometimes stayed awake until dawn, hugging Tom's pillow to her chest and telling herself it was going to be all right.</blockquote> ➤ happy comfortable poly (V triad) during and after WWII ➤ and the art that goes with it is perfect

<blockquote>In the fourteenth year of Rishti Tisroc's reign, a demon in the shape of a beaver is captured and brought to Tashbaan. Shezan Tolkheera, high priestess of the goddess Achadith, is given the responsibility of guarding the demon until its sacrifice at the Spring Festival. Complications ensue.</blockquote> ➤ also on ao3 at http://archiveofourown.org/series/12008 where there's a prequel I haven't yet read but apparently already downloaded

➤ a musician, devout christian, and graduate of an ex-gay program falls in love. ➤ Handled really thoughtfully and well.