#sid halley

[thisbluespirit]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sid Halley - Dick Francis Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Sid Halley Additional Tags: Jockeys, Jockeyposting, Jockey related violence, the condition of horselessness, a comedy retelling of the book Summary:

It is not true that jockeys don't feel pain. We do. We just don't talk about it, even when our skeletons are torn out; we don't feel the pain until people say something hurtful like "why aren't there any horses," and then we have to take all of that toughness and try not to break down and sob, because we are bastards and bastards don't cry, because if bastards start crying even a little bit then they just end up laying on the floor drinking their full bodyweight in brandy, empty, pitied; not having any horses at all, the horseless men of the horseless world.

Instead I said, "because when I put the menaces on people it works strangely well, because I'm so much smaller than them, and it makes them go, oh, look, he's so little and menacing, Gladys, give him a biscuit."

Then I thought about it some more and added, "And then I keep the biscuit."

Or,

An abridged retelling of the 1965 Dick Francis novel “Odds Against.”

[sylvestermouse]

Continuation of the Sid Halley Book Series begun by Dick Francis and continued by son, Felix Francis. Book Reviews. Horse Racing Mysteries.

[wednesday-elf]

Continuation of the Sid Halley Book Series begun by Dick Francis and continued by son, Felix Francis. Book Reviews. Horse Racing Mysteries. #BookReviews

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today’s disabled character of the day is Sid Halley from The Racing Game, who is an amputee

[brucedinsman]

Book Review: Dick Francis' Refusal By Felix Francis

Book Review: Dick Francis’ Refusal By Felix Francis

Sid Halley Book 5 Dick Francis’s Refusal by Felix FrancisMy rating: 5 of 5 starsKindleOh what tangled webs we weaveSid is dragged back into investigating kicking and screaming after leaving it for his wife and daughter.People are dying, people are frightened and the sport of horse racing is threatened. What does this have to do with a guy taking over a betting shop by force and having a gang of…

[don-dake]

Whip Hand, by Dick Francis (1st ed. cover 1979)

[frankiebow]

Dr. Rowena Halley Mysteries-listen for FREE

Dr. Rowena Halley Mysteries-listen for FREE

Dr. Rowena Halley is a Professor of Russian Language and an accidental sleuth. She is also a realistic modern academic. No spacious wood-paneled offices for her…try underpaid term contracts with no health insurance, depressing low-budget apartments, and copier codes (good for 100 copies per month) that don’t start working until the semester is well underway. Author Sid Stark skewers academia as…

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Constant Pining [Mickey Altieri x reader]

A/N: part two because i think the last one deserves a follow up :> For this one, I decided to play with the fact that Mickey is a film student, so I kind of figured he would use it to his advantage. btw tho this feels super choppy and cheesy in the bad way so idk how to feel ab it:’) pls lmk what you guys think bc i might rewrite it and cut half of this out

Word Count: 3,425

Warnings: None, this is like... super fluffy

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It had been two weeks since the party and it was driving Mickey insane. He wasn’t sure what was worse. The fact that life carried on as usual or the fact that you were completely unfazed. He would have preferred if you were all over him or, hell, if you were avoiding him.

Because then he would know how you feel.

But he didn’t. The poor guy hadn’t the slightest clue. Life went on nonetheless. Some days he was able to sit next to you in Psychology (if Halley didn’t try kicking him out of her seat) and the two of you were normal during friend settings. But you never showed up to another party.

Mickey gnawed at his pencil. It was whittled down to practically nothing. He was supposed to be focused on a project that he and Randy were assigned in Film Theory but instead... You were on his mind.

“Can you stop eating that pencil and quit thinking about (Y/n)!” Randy threw a small notebook at Mickey’s head. Mickey snapped out of his daze and easily dodged it. “We need to work on this shit together. I don’t need (Y/n) clouding my camera man’s mind.”

“I’m not even-”

“Save it. You’ve been making the same face for two weeks straight now. It’s the (Y/n)-face. Sid and I coined it.”

Mickey muttered a curse word under his breath and reached for the notebook that was thrown at him. It was Randy’s film book. He flipped through some pages. It was filled with notes for class and film-analysis. Half of the analyses weren’t even assigned for class.

“What are we doing for this again?” Mickey rolled his eyes and threw the notebook onto a table. He propped up his feet and leaned back in his chair. 

The two boys were in a conference room of the film school. A chalkboard had been dirtied with Randy’s ideas for their film project while Mickey was mentally vacant for the time being. The project was to make a movie, each group was assigned a different genre. They were content with being partners, seeing as Randy had the ideas and Mickey had a knack for cinematography. 

“We were assigned to do a documentary.”

“Fucking lame... Everyone else got cool shit. I heard Terry Pusher was assigned fantasy... Fucking fantasy.”

“I know, hell I’d take a love story over this shit,” Randy threw the piece of chalk at the board. 

Mickey paused and sat up. His expression was twisted as if he were onto something. 

“Wait... say that again...”

“I’d take a love story over this shit?” Randy tilted his head.

Mickey stood to his feet and pointed at his geeky friend, an excited expression was evident.

“Exactly.”

The sea of students stormed past you. Your final class of the day ended early so you were more than eager to get back to your dorm. Your roommate was gone for the weekend so hopefully some quiet would get your mind off of Mickey.

The events of the party had been bouncing around the walls of your mind ever since it happened. A part of you thanked Halley for stepping in when she did and a part of you cursed her for it.

You couldn’t fathom dating Mickey. It was unheard of. New. Exhilarating. He was probably one of the hottest guys on campus and he had his hands on your waist.

Sure, he was a total nerd when it came to movies, especially for Tarantino films, and you could listen to his rants for hours, but the thought of him wanting you made your heart skip a beat. If he reciprocated any sort of feelings you’d be sent into cardiac arrest. Did he like you? Was that even possible?

He could have anyone at this school. He knew it, too. But it was possible he could choose you.

Before you were able to expand on that thought, a camera was shoved into your face. 

“And here we have the wonderful, the amazing, the magnificently stunning (Y/n)!” Mickey’s voice imitated a sports announcer. 

His sudden appearance was enough to make your cheeks go ablaze. 

“What are you doing?” You winced and shielded your face.

Randy appeared behind Mickey, “Film project, you’re a part of it!”

“Puh-lease, if anything, they are the star of the film, Meeks!”

You continued to walk to your dorm in hopes of avoiding the nerds but in all honesty, you were smiling like an idiot. 

“What’s it about?” You asked.

Mickey put the camera down for a second and eyed Randy. Luckily, he knew exactly what to say, or rather, what not to say.

“We’re making a documentary. We’re following around a few students, and you’re one of them. Will you watch it when it comes out?”

“Of course,” You grinned. “Just... don’t follow me everywhere with that thing.”

And follow you, they did. 

The very next morning you opened your door to Mickey holding up the blocky piece of tech. He was grinning behind the lens, which forced you to do the same. But you made it a point to shove the camera away. 

This went on for weeks. Mickey would ambush you with his camera everywhere. Meaning that you two were spending more time together. It didn’t matter if you were in the cafeteria or spending the night with your friends. He always managed to film little tidbits of you. 

At first, you would push the camera away or hide your face behind a nearby pillow. 

Then you and Mickey started to hang alone together more often. You found yourself seeking out time with him. Mickey walked you to classes (still filming you with the camera but you didn’t push it away anymore; you just ignored it), he visited you at work and stopped by your dorm frequently. 

Eventually, he had the courage to trap you into a date. 

“Why are you covering my face, Mickey? I know where the cafeteria is...” You groaned, aimlessly walking forward.

“That’s not where we’re eating today.”

“You had no reason to make that sound threatening, Micks... You suck at surprises.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can open your eyes now.”

You opened your eyes to a sprawled out assortment of food on a picnic blanket. 

It was a typical picnic blanket sat under one of the largest trees on campus. It was wide and comfortable. Mickey thought to bring plenty of drinks too. The look on your face filled him with glee as you studied the setting in front of you.

Just last week both of you were talking about your favorite underrated scenes in a romance movie. His answer was the kissing scene in Titanic, but you argued that wasn’t underrated. Your answer was the picnic scene in Armageddon.

Mickey managed to make it come true. If it were sunset, it would have hit the nail on the head.

“Oh my...”

“Do you like it?” Mickey jumped into your line of vision, he looked hopeful. “You said you’ve never been to a picnic before when you mentioned Armageddon and... well that’s just a part of the American dream so I figured- ‘Hey, they shouldn’t miss out on something so fun and peaceful’ so... I made it happen.”

Mickey’s rambling had you smiling wide. Underneath that smooth exterior, he was a nervous wreck around you. 

“Thanks, Micks...”

The food was delicious. You guys talked amongst the meal and the conversation never stopped. Hours passed but you guys continued to laugh and talk. You were having the time of your life. Mickey brought your favorite fruits and snacks, but best of all, animal crackers. You held up the bag excitedly.

“Like from the movie!” You cheered. 

Mickey leaned forward to grab a cracker but you leaned back, smiling mischievously. You loved teasing him.

He furrowed his eyebrows and went to grab again but you leaned back even further. Mickey paused, chuckling, and you thought you won. You reached your hand in to grab a cracker yourself and instead, you felt his body collide into yours. 

You yelped in surprise and fell on your back. The Animal Crackers flew across the blanket and Mickey groaned in defeat. 

“Now look at what you did...” You laughed.

You guys were side-by-side laying on your backs, staring at each other. The blanket was soft. If you weren’t so giddy, you could have fallen asleep right there. Mickey’s body heat enhanced your comfort, the need to lean into him was excessive. 

You giggled at the man, biting the nail on your index finger. Mickey stared back at you, he looked pleased.

“What?”

He shrugged and continued to stare. You faced your head forward to look up at the branches of a tree above you. 

The shade kept you both cool from the sun. Rays of sunshine illuminated your skin, the eccentric shadow of leaves were printed on your face. A breeze flew by, causing your baby hairs to wave in the wind. Mickey couldn’t pull his eyes away.

“Baby-” You said, snapping him out of his trance- “Do you think it’s possible that anyone else in the world is doing this very same thing at this very same moment?”

You slowly turned your eyes back to Mickey, hoping he’d catch on. His toothy grin spread across his cheeks. He thought back to the movie line, hoping to get it right.

“I hope so...” He mumbled but you heard it perfectly. “Otherwise... What the hell are we trying to save?”

His face was an inch away from yours. You could feel his breath hitting your face. It was sweet. It smelled of the strawberries you shared moments before. 

A few strands of his hair hung in front of his eyes, separate from the rest of his slicked-back locks. His large brown eyes were looking at you sincerely. They were inviting you in. Mickey’s lips twitched upward as if he were tempted to make a move. 

But he didn’t.

You wanted to reach toward his face and pull him closer. You wanted to feel his lips meld into yours, allow the moment to overtake you. You wanted to feel his unshaven face press against yours and tickle your cheeks. You wanted to feel his hand wrap around your own. You wanted to feel him, to touch him.

But you didn’t.

Two weeks later Randy and Mickey announced their documentary was done. The finished product was ready to be viewed. You were invited to come to see it.

During those two weeks, you spent time wondering how you could finally make a move. You were sick of this. You wanted this to end and to have a new beginning. You were sure that Mickey had feelings for you. It had to be true. You needed a leap of faith. 

On the other hand, Mickey spent the same amount of time wondering where he was going wrong. Why couldn’t he pluck up the courage to kiss you? Making the first move always worked well for him. Why couldn’t he do it now? More than anything, he hoped that perhaps this documentary will give you an idea of his feelings. It had to. 

So here you were, nervously fiddling with a blocky device in your jacket pocket, avoiding the eyes of Mickey, who sat on a stool in front of Sidney’s TV. She opted that they show their documentary in her and Halley’s room of their sorority house. Surprisingly, they were the only ones with a good enough TV.

Mickey couldn’t pull his eyes off of you. It became a nervous habit. He wanted to know what you were thinking almost 24/7, he was beyond pissed that he wasn’t a telepath.

“Alright alright alright...” Randy strolled up to the screen. “Is everyone here? Does everyone have their snacks and their drinks? You all need to enjoy this to the fullest extent so snacks are a must.”

Everyone glanced at one another, drink and popcorn in hand. You glanced back to see Sidney all over her boyfriend Derek on the couch. You gave a half-grin, wishing that could be you and Mickey. Halley sat on the opposite end of the couch, happily munching on popcorn. 

“Well... without further ado-” Mickey began.

“Wait isn’t this a documentary? This better not be boring as hell...” Halley lifted her hand and we all nodded in agreement.

“Trust me, guys, this is good stuff. Probably our best yet,” Randy reassured us. “I’m going to play it now...”

We fell silent as Randy placed a tape inside of the VHS. He then turned out the lights as the intro began. Randy’s voice came through the TV.

“Love...” Tidbits of students on campus flashed across the screen. “What is love? ...And no, I don’t mean The Haddaway song.”

A few chuckles sounded around the room. Mickey held his glance on you still. 

“Falling in love is one of the most complex things a human can do... The psychology is even more complex. Certain chemicals are released that explain those butterflies in your stomach or why you get sweaty palms around your crush. Well, many scientists believe that humans are wired to fall in love...” Randy’s voice faded along with the screen. 

The sound of talking college students came through and the camera was poised onto Derek in the cafeteria. 

“What do you love about Sid, Derek?” Mickey said through the TV. 

The camera was far too close to Derek’s face, who looked insanely annoyed. 

“Bug off-”

“Just answer the question.”

Derek thought for a moment, then smiled, “Her smile and eyes. I can’t choose one. They just... go hand in hand. They’re gentle, kind, sweet... Like her.”

A chorus of ooh’s and aw’s rang throughout the room and we threw popcorn kernels at Derek. Both he and Sidney were blushing profusely.

The next clip was of Halley walking on the sidewalk. You could hear Mickey again. 

“Ms. Halley, please explain to us what you are doing right now.”

“I am going on a date, which I do not need you two dorks coming with me-” Halley shoved the camera away and the camera didn’t see her again. 

There were a few more scenes like this, the guys asking random couples on campus what they love about one another. 

You were never asked anything while you were filmed, so you were confused, to say that the least. What was your role during this? 

At times, you would lock eyes with Mickey. He looked frazzled but stared at you all the same. 

Randy posed another question to each of the couples, “How long does it take for someone to fall in love?” The screen was black as you heard the answers,

“Weeks-”

“Months, maybe six?”

“Years,” Someone said. 

And you appeared on the TV. 

It was when Mickey first filmed you. There was more than one clip of you, too, each a few seconds long. The first five contained you shying away from the camera but after that, you could see yourself growing more comfortable around him. You were never looking at the lens but always at the cameraman. 

The screen went black once more and another question was asked, “What’s your ideal love story?”

“Something like a Nicholas Sparks book. Tragic... yet romantic.”

“If we hated each other at first, but then we learned to love. The buildup is fantastic.”

“Childhood friends turned to lovers. Something about that constant pining has me reeling...”

You snapped your eyes towards Mickey. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. You looked back at the screen to see yourself once more.

“Micks... come on and watch this movie-” You were sat on a couch with a bowl of popcorn. You shoved a handful into your mouth when suddenly you noticed the camera sitting in front of you, “You left your camera in here! ...Hey- are you filming me?” You lifted the device to your face and stuck out your tongue. 

You could hear Mickey chuckle in the background. 

Another clip played of Mickey and you sitting on the floor. It was a different day, you guys were laughing hysterically over something. You’ve never seen Mickey so happy.

More and more clips of questions and answers paired with you played. It was matched together perfectly. Realization dawned on you. Was this a confession from Mickey? 

Mickey’s sweet voice played once more. But this wasn’t for any of the couples. He was sat on the couch, asking you.

“Think about a cheesy but underrated romance, okay? What is your favorite romantic scene from that movie?” 

You were only a few inches away from him, head rested on your hand on the backboard of his bed. 

“I’ll go first, I think the kiss during Titanic is spectacular.”

“It’s good but it’s not underrated Micks.”

“Alright, then what’s your choice?”

“...Armageddon. The picnic scene. I’ve never been on a picnic so something like that just seems so... tranquil.”

“You’ve never been to a picnic?”

“Yep... is that weird?”

“Completely and utterly, (Y/n).”

You laughed loudly in the documentary. The next scene was of Mickey setting the camera up someplace. He looked nervous. When he stepped away from the camera, it was a perfect angle to film the picnic he set up for you. 

You knew the rest. The next couple of minutes showed your guys’ picnic together. Including the movie quote. 

The end of the film was nearing, and Mickey’s anxiety was through the roof. It was far from romantic but once his project stopped playing he was going to confess to you. He was going to confess in front of all of his friends, for you. Just a few minutes left and he was going to do it. 

And then you left. 

Mickey finished the quote from the movie and you left instantly. Mickey’s jaw dropped as he stared at his friends. They looked equally confused. 

“Go after them, dude!” Randy yelled. 

It took a while but eventually, Mickey found you. You were on the porch of the sorority house, leaning against the railing and staring at the sunset. There was a cool breeze and parts of your hair waved in the wind. You had your arms wrapped around your body, pulling your jacket close. Mickey could see the orange glow illuminating your face when he joined your side. 

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t look at him. His heart dropped. He messed up.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to-” 

You shushed him. He fell silent.

“Come here... close your eyes... Step up... No peeking”

“I’m not...”

You pulled on his arm and forced him to stand behind you. You guided him to stand on the lower bar of the railing with you, his body nearly wrapped around yours. He stumbled a bit but he followed your movement blindly. The lack of distance between you two had him trembling. 

“Just a sec...” You whispered and pulled a walkman out of your pocket. “I wanted to get this right...” You said and pressed play.

The instrumental of My Heart Will Go On began to play and Mickey barked out a laugh. 

“What in the world-”

“Put your hands on my waist, Micks,”  You grabbed his hands. “You can open your eyes now.”

Just like the movie, Mickey thought. 

“I realize we can just see more of the campus... not the ocean,” Your words were gentle. They came out like honey. “But I wanted you to see... how you make me feel like I can fly.”

Mickey stared at your adoringly. Your scent filled his nostrils and he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever. His hands ventured from your waist to lift them, like in the movie. Mickey leaned forward and whispered, “Come Josephine my flying machine going up she goes...” His hot breath tickled your ear and you could feel as he intertwined his hand with yours. “Going up...”

You turned to stare at him just as the music of your cassette player swelled. You hesitantly reached his face, and Mickey leaned in instinctively. Your hand comfortably rested on the back of his neck as his lips gently pressed against yours. 

They were hesitant, hot, gentle, almost hungry. His skin was a burning touch. Your hand melded against his skin, touching the curve of his jaw. Mickey’s fingers danced around your body, wanting to explore every crevice for the first time. Mickey had been unknowingly craving the touch of your skin and lips for so long, it felt like euphoria took control of his body.

He poured himself into you. You were willing to drown in his touch.

[a-year-of-the-halley]

Tagged by @meet-me-onthe-equinox ​. Thanks, homie! :3

Nickname: Jerjes (at Sid Mier’s CIV), Jesuson73 at Clash Royale. “Una vuelta del Halley”, “Un año del Halley” in places like this. Chusso Pirusso in a former life. To my friends in my hometown, “46 Kg” due to my size. I’m proud of that name. 

Zodiac: Capricorn.

Height: 5′5 3/4″... C��mon... I’m Physicist... I don’t understand the Imperial system. 1.67 m.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw.

Last thing I googled: landscape watercolor beginners.

Song stuck in my head: Dogsong - The be good tanyas.

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vegIqp4l2U&ab_channel=kushbeet

Amount of sleep: Tonight, around 7 hours divided into 3 periods. Lucky me.

Lucky numbers: 7.

Dream job: Librarian. Science-math professor (I think I could have made you love physics and numbers... IMHO).

Wearing: Sport clothes.

Favorite Author: Umberto Eco (Novel), Stephen King (More than I should), Cordwainer Smith (Sci-fi), Konstantinos Kavafis (Poetry).

Favorite instrument: Flute.

Aesthetic:

Clothes:ISTJ... pale flat colors as light brown, blue, grey or black. I have a red sweater for very special moments.

General: Natural landscapes, Sea, sunset, meadows. Stars, Galaxies, the eternal beauty of the Cosmos. 

Favorite song:  Oceano di silenzio - Stranizza d’amuri (Battiato) / Eddie Veder cover of Bob Dylan’s Forever young. It always makes my cry (not with my eyes, but in my brain) 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vk0FsRJP5Y&ab_channel=EddieVedder

Favorite animal noise: The quick steps of your pet hurrying to you when you arrived home.

Random: I have had 2 peak experiences in my lifetime (a pure feeling of Joy, a deep connection with “something”...) I hope to feel that another time. 

Tagging: @badger-00k and @nanu410 (only if you want... only if you want)

[avidbeader]

In an effort to help my brain shut off for sleep at night, I’ve been trying to put the phone away and read words on a page instead if I feel like reading. I’ve been re-reading old favorites so I don’t have to concentrate too hard, and it’s funny what pops up when you re-read a story you remember well but haven’t looked at in years.

I’ve been re-reading some mysteries by Dick Francis, a jockey who started writing after he retired from racing. I started reading his books in college after discovering one of them in a library and for a time loved his work enough to buy the latest ones in hardback the day of publication, etc. I still love most of his books, though I stopped buying at a point a little before he started co-writing with his son due to his age. And there’s also the issue that he was probably one of those authors whose wife essentially wrote/co-wrote the books instead of just doing his research; when she died the frequency and quality of the books dropped. That would explain how a Boomer-aged white man could write his female characters with a good balance of respect and honesty.

But anyway. I re-read Whip Hand, the second in a short series that featured a recurring character, Sid Halley. Like many of Francis’ protagonists, Sid is connected to racing - an ex-champion jockey forced to retire when a particularly bad racing fall crippled his left hand. He becomes a private investigator and his unofficial partner is Chico Barnes, a martial-arts expert who grew up cared for by the policemen at the station where he was abandoned as a baby. Even back when I was reading this book for the first time, I subconsciously shipped them and was a bit annoyed any time a female love interest was mentioned or popped up.

I expect many of you can see where this is going.

I so want to do a Sheith AU of this, somehow, because it’s too perfect. Other than Sid being naturally small, hence able to be a successful jockey, it just fits so well. Sid’s got this innate strength and courage that everyone else sees but him. He’s got the mangled hand, which a villain uses to torture him at the end of the first book and therefore it’s amputated to make way for a myo-electric prosthesis in the second book. Chico has this me-against-the-world mentality, except when it comes to Sid, and has that set of dads from the police station. Sid even has an ex-wife in the background who left him because she gave him the ultimatum to choose between his career and her - she didn’t realize until after they were married just how strong his drive to succeed was.

So, no, I really don’t need another fic WIP. But I just might have another fic WIP.

[elodieunderglass]

Thank you @sweetlyfez for tagging me!

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

First Most Hits: Strange Pilgrims (Good Omens) / complete / 127k words. A large and ambitious fic about a lot of things and - alarmingly - having an actual plot, but it excuses that by also having jokes in it. 55,424 hits.

Second Most Kudos: His Delicious Materials (Dungeon Meshi / Delicious in Dungeon, daemon AU) / WIP / 59k words. Winnie the Pooh by way of Nona the Ninth, narrated by a large dog. 1500 kudos.

Third Most Comments: Weasel Heart in Defiance (Dungeon Meshi / Delicious in Dungeon, daemon AU) / WIP / The Hobbit by way of Night Watch, narrated by a guy who is NOT a protagonist. 610 comments (367 comment threads)

Fourth Most Bookmarks: The First Great Poem (even the furies would weep) (Mad Max: Fury Road) / terminally unfinished / a really pretty concept and strong voice, but I just didn’t have enough of a plan to pull it off! 39 bookmarks (30 public + 9 private.)

Fifth Most Words: Odds Abridged (Dick Francis, Sid Halley series / complete / content warning for horselessness. this is literally just a parody that I wrote this week in a fever dream hahaha. 4,816 words

Fic With Fewest Words: Sharpe’s Daemon (Sharpe, daemon AU) / complete / my precious and most stupid baby I love you so much. What is Richard Sharpe’s daemon and how would you win a fight with it? (2,265 words)

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Tagging @girlmercury @andlightplay @skydaemon @kedreeva @gallusrostromegalus if you’d like to play!

[thisbluespirit]

James Maxwell and Mike Gwilym as Charles Roland and Sid Halley in The Racing Game, Yorkshire TV’s 1979 adaptation of Dick Francis’s Odds Against. 

[sylvestermouse]

Synopses of the first three books in the Sid Halley series by Dick Francis. Book Reviews of a horse racing mystery series.

[wednesday-elf]

Synopses of the first three books in the Sid Halley series by Dick Francis. Book Reviews of a horse racing mystery series.

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

The Cut-Off Point

read it on the AO3 at The Cut-Off Point

by d0g-bless (d0gbless)

In which Shiro is recognized for being a good dad, Pidge is fed up and gets a haircut, and Sammy and Halley are very loud and upset.

Words: 7863, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 15 of A New Breed of Training

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Pidge | Katie Holt, Shiro (Voltron), Colleen Holt, Original Child Character(s), Original Animal Character(s), Original Characters, Halley Shirogane-Holt (OC)

Relationships: Pidge | Katie Holt/Shiro

Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Parenthood, Postpartum Depression, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Alternian Invasion, Post-Canon, Post-Series, Next Generation, shidge and a dog, SHIDGE, Babies, Mention of SIDS, mention of domestic abuse

read it on the AO3 at The Cut-Off Point

[brucedinsman]

Book Review: Come to Grief By Dick Francis

Book Review: Come to Grief By Dick Francis

Sid Halley Book 4 Under Orders by Dick FrancisMy rating: 5 of 5 starsKindleKeep me guessing.I turn the page because I must. This 4th Sid Halley is the best yet, but it hurts to know that others who are important to him now get hurt because hurt doesn’t deter him. But the new lady friend is made of stern stuff and stands up to the bullies, making her a lot more like Sid. Good story, good…