Still The Bone Remembers

Awww thank you, chasing-caws!

@lohengreen <3

You are someone’s treasured mutual.

banked up a few of these while i've been busy writing :))

Could you tell us about riv shirley? It sounds interesting

I answered some here but wanted to wait until I had a new clip to share to answer this. I shared a bit and then talking with the wonderful @tenderhooked about it has helped immensely move it from mostly vibes to some coherence of a story.

I'll put another clip below the cut:

Shirley Dander was pissed.  Lamb was going to be even more pissed at the pair of them. Likely more at River than Shirley–the old spook didn’t actually like any of them, but seemed to have a soft spot for hating River in particular–but Lamb had attempted to fire her more than once. Well, he succeeded at least once. Now, tied to a chair with only an unconscious River Cartwright for company, Shirley was starting to think maybe she should have stayed fired because as much as she wanted to get loose and kill each one of these fuckers, the blood seeping into her sleeves from the cuts the restraints had caused was making it seem a bit of a lost cause.  But once they freed her, which they would eventually, and then she would kill each and every one of them.  Hopefully.  There were a lot of them, as far as she could tell. There could be more. She had seen six for sure. And it was just her and River. Well, probably more likely just her. River wasn’t looking too fit for service at the moment. River didn’t look fit for anything other than laying in a hospital bed. He was unconscious, having passed out from pain on the third hit of a wrench to his clearly broken hand and whatever other bones had snapped under the weight.  Shirley had heard them snap. It would’ve been cool if it hadn’t been River. She was already fantasizing about turning the wrench around on the bastards holding them. Then it would sound really fucking cool.  But for now she was stuck tied to a fucking chair watching River’s chest rise and fall unevenly and hoping it continued to do so.

actually yeah this deserves its own post. river’s relationship with isobel and with spider being so similar… i loved you. i did love you. just not enough.

not enough stick around for you / not enough to not betray you. not enough to choose you over my freedom / my career. isobel wanted her own life, spider wanted his ambition.

i did love you. just not enough to choose you over the kind of life i wanted.

Hair style.

JAKE GYLLENHAAL as detective Loki in PRISONERS (2013)

"what's a male acting performance where he's having the worst day of his life but looks so hot doing it" oooooh you mean Jake Gyllenhaal in Prisoners. You mean Detective Loki from Prisoners. You mean the single most absolute babygirl ever, from Denis Villeneuve's 2013 masterpiece, Prisoners. Portrayed by Jake Gyllenhaal. You mean him.

Jack Lowden as 'Vaughn' in Calibre (2018)

some sentences sunday!

from camcorder kidnapping (everyone act surprised sjkdfj) :)

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.”