if checking the slow horses tag obsessively was a job i would be making soooo much money
Here is your card for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Happy writing!
JAKE GYLLENHAAL as Detective Loki in PRISONERS (2013)
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current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.
#BOBBY NASH THIS WAS SO HOT OF YOU
this time from the truth serum-drugged river fic im having fun with :)
“You’ve truly outdone yourself in idiocy this time, Cartwright,” said Lamb to a River that didn’t look quite as dead as he’d been expecting. In fact, the boy was almost concerningly un-bruised, considering his usual state of existence was that of a fruit dropped on its head one too many times, and if it weren’t for the hospital gown and the tender dark circles beneath his droopy eyes Lamb would have thought he had just woken up from an impromptu nap. “And not even a scar to show for it. Are you losing your singularly irritating touch?” River blinked at him in the manner of a particularly dopey puppy and didn’t respond. “Right,” said Lamb, somewhat disconcerted. “Well, you’ll forgive my disbelief that you managed to escape a kidnapping situation unscathed.” “S’not very nice,” said River at last. It was the first thing he’d said since Lamb had arrived, aside from the somewhat dazed and loopy ‘Laaaamb’ that had greeted him upon first entering through the door, only Lamb was doing his best to erase that moment from memory. It had made his chest go a bit too soft for comfort. “I can be… unscathed.”
I gotta know what paper you're using for your text blocks? The colour looks so lovely and warm...
Thank you! I’ve totally fallen in love with it too!
Okay so because I can’t get uncoated paper stock where I live I’ve been trying out a few different things and landed on this which is recycled paper made from grass. I chose the one with a weight of 75g/m2.
And let me tell you, the smell alone is totally worth it for me. It’s really smells like dried grass. And it’s surprisingly durable.
Slow Horses, S02E02 - From Upshott with Love
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yet again combing the depths of my inbox for My Purposes....... in this case, sharing a bit from camcorder kidnapping! :)
As if he’s heard her and is determined to make her life that bit more difficult, River says, “You don’t get many guests around here, do you?” For fuck’s sake. Catherine thinks the words but they have the rough abrasion of Lamb’s voice in her head, which is equally as annoying as whatever it is River thinks he’s doing but for a different reason entirely, and she’s so frustrated by the both of them that she doesn’t notice the fist until it’s already made impact with River’s stomach. It startles out of her: “River!” in this horrible, pitched shriek that is lost amidst the sound of River wheezing where he’s bent double, curled around his stomach. “I told you,” the man says, shaking out his hand with a chilling calm, “you shouldn’t have done that, brat. I also—” He grasps River by the hair and jerks him up, and then his free hand curls again into a fist and hurtles towards River’s spleen “—told you to keep that pretty little mouth shut.” River’s knees give out at the second hit, but the man doesn’t release him. “Guess you haven’t done your research,” he slurs, stupid and taunting and too brave by half. “M’no good at following orders.”