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Nice T-shirt, mate

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“Coe turned to retrace his steps, but as he did so his foot caught that stray tin of paint, knocking it from its perch; sending it swirling, lid over base, thirty feet down to the alley below.
Oh shit, he thought.”
London Rules
#oh shit#:)#God bless that they filmed it#I can’t wait to see lmaoooooo#slow horses#river cartwright#covered in pink paint 🥰
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Just resurrecting this moment from the end of season 4 sneak peek for the book fans who know what’s probably coming…

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Catherine and Jackson did go on a date, but took the kids with them


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Does the Big Bang kickoff start tomorrow? 😁😁
Yes! We have 11 amazing fics coming between tomorrow and 23 September to get us amped for the new season.
We kickoff with a fic and art from the amazingly talented duo of @the-omnishambles and @hr-twink
Follow @the-grey-books for all the upcoming art and fics
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maybe taverner would have made river the HR lady if she could have only seen the passive-aggressive way he lets louisa know that she IS LATE
#fuck 😭😂😂😂😭#he’s so hilarious in this season#I rewatched s3 I dunno 3000 times? every time is more hilarious
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actually can't wait for s5 ozempic river to desperately crawl back into this miserable het life, kiss and get refused by louisa, fumble yet more women, settle down with sid eventually and none of it will make him happy...
there's also something very funny about the actor being well into his 30s now (vs. book river, a twenty something idiot) and he's still in slough house. like girl, get out!! there's so many other jobs you can apply for! but of course, he won't.
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Yesterday he first met Jackson Lamb at The Park, where River spent his last working day in the MI5’s headquarters.
I dunno who else to tag, please feel free to repost!:)
Last Sentence Tag Game
RULES: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence
Thank you to @lowkeyed1 and @aurorawest for the tag.
Let's see...
Loki played translator, which was…tedious.
That's 6 words, so I shall tag...........
@nostalgia-tblr @adrift-in-thyme @nildespirandum @clawedandcute @cenobitic-anchorite and @villainousshakespeare
And there are plenty of people I almost tagged, but I wasn't sure if they are currently writing.
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Fic reflections about River’s first day at Slough House 🙂
A box full of office supplies slammed an ordinary desk as if both - the desk and the box - were guilty in everything that happened to the owner.
River was a newcomer in this swamp place at the corner of Aldersgate and Carthusian streets. The office itself was empty yet. He looked around the dilapidated space that from now becomes his permanent workplace. Olive walls, metal archive shelving; a former fireplace, that now was just a decorative part of the wall behind his chair; two desks - one for him, one for someone else he yet didn’t get acquainted with; dirty armstrong ceiling, that he genuinely despised. He looked out interior window between his new office and the kitchen - there was a slight mess, indicating that some life does actually exist here. He noticed that the smell made him feel frustrated. This building seemed to be made of malodor.
He uncertainly made his tricky way through document boxes to the painted old wooden windows and looked out to see the beauty of brutalist Barbican Estate. He saw the bus stop, that he used for the first time in his life to come here from his small flat in East End. The traffic was still weak in the morning. He hadn’t know this area too good before but now he had to explore it.
He opened the window, nearly slicing off his fingers with the frame, to let some fresh air inside. Muffled sound turned into a noise that somehow made him feel tranquil.
“Blue fucking shirt, white fucking tee. Fucking Spider,” River Cartwright sat at his office desk in Slough House for the very first time. Even though he was angry and lost the job of his life, things weren’t that bad. He was still an MI-5 officer.
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Two sentences Sunday
“For River’s relief Lamb didn’t text anything. River didn’t crave to get any wishes him being dead on his birthday.”
I’m gonna finish editing in a couple of days. 8k words
UPD: I’VE DONE ITTTTT.
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YES YES YES I was a one huge goosbump. But the next just killed me
joe country (and the end of london rules) is actually so heartbreaking. i was not ready. i cannot take this.
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I wanted to write a drabble but ended up with nearly 7k words fic
How
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I wanna see them in one film. Just two of them, doing hilarious stuff and THIS would be the last day of my life cause that’s just the way to die laughing lmao
I need Jack Lowden to play either younger character of Simon Pegg, or his character's son
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Immediately
so far my major takeaway from tornado is i want to go back to scotland
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Was tagged by lovely @cartwrong but since I don’t have many fics and dunno who else I can tag too, I leave the link to my account on AO3 :) stuck with everything againnnnn
https://archiveofourown.org/users/needafantasyforthis/pseuds/needafantasyforthis
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@wipweek day 6 - unpublished fic
“Is that here?” asked Shirley when they reached their possible final destination for today - London’s Borough Market.
“Appears to be. How long do we have to wait?” River glanced at his watch.
“Lamb said we should wait for a sign. It can be either 5 minutes or 5 hours,” she shrugged.
“Grrreat,” said River with a hint of Scottish accent and sighed.
“Fancy a potato? Or tomatoes?” Shirley was bored, she touched random vegetables while there were gallivanting through the market stalls.
“Nah, thanks. There’re many people today, what if we need to run?” River assessed the possibility of running through the crowd. He certainly had an experience but that was different. “There’re many kids today.”
“Just push them as you usually do, what’s the problem?“
“Kids? I can’t do that,” he stared at her with bewilderment.
“Didn’t know you have priorities. Whatever. I wanna ice-cream.”
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Just imagine him in Top Gear
river cartwright’s dream
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