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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@wipweek day 6 - unpublished fic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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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66621238/chapters/172482925

As I promised

Chapter 2 is here! :3

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@wipweek June 23: Your Newest WIP

I HOPE to post the second chapter today on AO3 :3 a little snippet from it

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“Ah, fuck this…” he parked not far from Catherine’s house, disconnected the ignition, set the seat back and laid down on his side in case if nose bleeding’s back - it won’t be great to sleep on the back at that unconscious moment. He hadn’t got a pill to numb the headache but sleeping for a couple of hours would help.

He woke up cause of the heat in his black car, heavily breathing - the windows were just slightly ajar, the night rain replaced with a bright sunshine. He checked his watch - 8:53 am. No time to prepare himself to get back to the office. He barely had time to get to the office and was going to be very late.

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This!! If you read 7 book you can remember River’s shock after all. He’s a really good and innocent lad. Cannot fucking wait to see how they filmed it

What would have happened if River had returned to the park after S1?

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@wipweek June 22: Your Oldest WIP

I love this fic but still have no idea what to do with the main storyline. Hope I’ll finish it eventually:)

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“Do you have something to tie him up?”

“Yeah, in the closet… you know, wait, I’ll find it. Uh,” standing up was painful, he hoped his ribs were okay. She helped him to stand upright and stayed next to the man, keeping the iron in her hand in case if he’ll wake up now.

“Found the ropes. Fucking bastard,” River sat next to Louisa and gave her another rope to tie man’s ankles. They sat on a floor with a relief, breathing heavily when they finished.

“I texted Lamb,” said Louisa.

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Alright! Could wait until I finish it

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Couldn’t resist… leave this little snippet for the fic I’m gonna finish in a few days

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“Standish. Come back to Slough House,” said the unkempt figure that looked like Lamb from the darkest corner of her flat when she silently closed the bedroom door with River sleeping behind it and came to the living room.

“Oh, come on, Jackson, you’re still here,” Catherine rolled her eyes and continued putting things she took out back on its places, not glancing at Lamb like he wasn’t there. “Be silent, River’s sleeping.”

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That sweet moment when you’ve been stagnating with writing for nearly a month, having no idea how to continue and finally you can’t stop writing!!!!! Jesus Christ thank you!

I’ll finish the whole (another stupid) story and post all the chapters on AO3. Don’t wanna torture you, just let you know there’s Lamb and Catherine take care of River at Catherine’s home. Meow :3

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OKAY BUT LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME

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and finally we got something after AGES!!! WE ARE SO BACK