#sid speaks

[tenderhooked]

having a favorite character from a piece of media you haven’t seen but one of your mutuals is unwell about is like. that’s my nepo blorbo from the gifsets,

[sapphodera]

it is seriously one thing after another

[posting-for-the-void]

my parents read to me before bedtime when i was a kid and it was supposed to make me smart but instead it made me a whole ass adult who reads fanfic before i go to bed every night as a little routine

[arttheclown]

i’m too shy to main-tag this rn GFHJJI but for my fellow siennart shippers i have written a new nsfw fic / character study for those two (mainly art) that i posted here. enjoy! 🤍 🖤 🧡

[sapphohod]

I’m bored of sidmare I need new username suggestions

[tenderhooked]

still the bone remembers

A month after France and Frank Harkness, Slough House is floundering beneath the weight of grief none of them quite know how to deal with. Fortunately, Catherine has returned, and she’s determined to fix things — starting with River, who’s carrying a secret that’s affecting how he acts both with her and with Lamb — until she and River are kidnapped from Slough House by a group of former slow horses that have a very serious bone to pick with Jackson Lamb. It will be fine. Catherine knows that Lamb will come for River, and River knows that Lamb will come for Catherine, and until he does they simply have to keep the other alive long enough to be found. But what they’re not expecting is that these former slow horses don’t just want to hurt Lamb; they want to break River, and force Lamb to watch it happen. But the former slow horses have made a significant error of judgement. Because with every recording they send of River’s torture, the more determined Lamb becomes to rescue his boy, and when he finally does get River and Catherine back he is never going to let them go. It’ll be a long, difficult road to recovery, but they’ll walk it together, all three of them.

or: the camcorder kidnapping fic, at last

read chapter 1 here on ao3!

[tenderhooked]

don’t mind me i’m just irradiating river with my aroace beam. yeah it’ll be forever.

[tenderhooked]

percy and grover swapping sandwich toppings without having to ask each other is actually something that can be so personal

[tenderhooked]

more than anything this show is making me achieve new heights of grover sympathy. imagine being 24 and forced to herd two feral cat 12 year olds on a cross country road trip for an entire week.

[tenderhooked]

something i’ve been rotating vis a vis the lamb and river of it all is how genuinely and honestly gentle lamb is with him. like. comparatively, but also? generally, lamb is. incredibly gentle with river, when you actually look at their scenes together. the car scene in s1 where he talks river through finding out about sid’s death. the bit at the restaurant in s2 when river is so so proud of himself for figuring out cicadas, lamb is endeared by him. he is. and of course the bar scene at the end of s4 is just. MWAH. chef’s kiss. forever dear to me. and i think s3 offers the harshest lamb, at least in regards to river, but it’s just. well, yeah. lamb is under extreme and acute stress because catherine has been taken. and even then, he’s not necessarily cruel to river. but. when we look at seasons 1, 2, and 4, and i am being so for real right now, lamb is actually incredibly gentle and affectionate with river. fond. loving. that’s his kid, your honor, and i rest my case.

[tenderhooked]

i am now so fully invested in river and lamb’s awkward slow burn journey to being father and son it’s concerning… i just. clenches fist. i love mentor/mentee dynamics that blur the line into You’re My Dad Now, Actually.

[tenderhooked]

for once i do have the wednesday wip word (nerve) and it is in fact in the next chapter of camcorder so :) who am i to say no :)

“M’fine,” says River, only he’s slurring it into the concrete and he can barely lift his head to look at her when she kneels fretfully at his side, her knuckles pressed to his brow, knees aching on the cold floor. She bends to examine his eyes and finds that both of the pupils are rather dilated. “M—m’fine, s’not a big deal, m’just… just tired.” “I know,” Catherine murmurs. The cavity of her chest aches as though it’s a wound, a suffocating emptiness that yearns to fit him inside its borders and keep him safe from harm. She traces her thumb along the ridge of his eyebrow, the pad coming away damp with drying blood, and says, again, “I know, love. You can rest now.” River releases a little sigh and, as if they had been waiting for her permission, she feels the coiled muscles of his body surrender to his exhaustion. His breathing steadies, and she’s convinced that he’s fallen asleep when he says, in this tiny, nerve-raw voice, “Dunno if Lamb’s gonna come.”

[tenderhooked]

some sentences sunday!

from the camcorder kidnapping fic >:)

It happens in what, later, Catherine will remember as fragments: The first: The door swings open. This fragment always stays the same; the door has to open, or nothing else goes wrong.  The second: River offers her a vaguely panicked smile, as though he’s trying to convince her that he truly is fine, and pivots on his heel. Depending on when Catherine thinks back to it, this one warps and shifts; sometimes, she’s near enough to grab his wrist and wrench him backwards, out of harm’s way. Most times, she’s too far and too much of a coward to reach for him. She just lets him go. The third: The butt of a rifle comes down out of nowhere and smashes into River’s face with such force there’s—well, this changes day by day, minute by minute. At night, the sharp cracking snap of bone rattles so loud in Catherine’s mind it might well be a bullet loosed in a canister. In the morning, she might be able to quiet the sound, until a plate slips from her shaking hands and shatters against tile the same way River’s nose did; bright and nauseating and never quite the same again.

[tenderhooked]

still the bone remembers

read chapter two here!

The shape of Payne looms above him, and that’s when River recognizes what a horrifically bad idea it was to sprawl boneless and vulnerable on the floor this way. At least sitting up he had a chance to dodge, to duck. Now he’s entirely under Payne’s body and he can’t gather the strength to pull himself upright, and that’s not good, that’s incredibly not good, and there’s a prickly numb panic swelling in his throat, in his chest— “When he gets here, River?” A boot comes down to the left of River’s shoulder. Not touching. But boxing him in. “Yeah,” says River, even as that panic balloons to the point of suffocating, “when he gets here. He doesn’t leave his agents behind in the field. I mean, maybe he’d’ve left you behind, but you’re an arsehole—” The second boot slams into the concrete. Its impact sends a dizzying ring through River’s skull. “Lamb isn’t coming for you, you stupid fucking child.”

[tenderhooked]

chapter 3 of camcorder kidnapping is almost absolutely going to be over 15k words which is. BANANA BONKERS.

[tenderhooked]

... a number of sentences sunday!

from the touch-starved river dissertation i've been working on, ft. him and lamb slowly and painfully realizing they're Literally father and son:

“But—” The absolute jackass that decided to take a bullet meant for our boss. River’s ribs constrict, closing hard around his lungs. He keeps staring out through the windscreen. The pale smudge of blue sky. The sun already half-gone. He can’t look at Lamb. If he looks at Lamb, that’s it, it’s over, he’s done and finished and never coming back. Because if he looks at Lamb, he won’t be able to stop himself from breaking into a sob, and that’s the one thing he knows with absolute certainty that he mustn’t do. “Sir, I don’t understand—” “Don’t fucking sir me,” Lamb spits, and River stiffens. Spine straight. Eyes forward. Perfect little soldier. “Before you turned up on the doorstep, do you know how many agents I had to carpool from hospital, or—or, or, here’s a tricky one, how many of them bled out in the street alone because their colleague couldn’t get it through his thick skull that unless he’s behind a desk the rest of his days he’ll keep getting them killed? Zero, Cartwright. Fucking zero.”