Joaquin Phoenix Deep In His Research for a Lion Movie

Slow Horses Bingo Masterpost

There’s still something that wasn’t sitting right. That feeling of wrongness was niggling at the back of her mind like staring at a jigsaw where all the pieces fit but the image was disjointed. They had all the pieces and it all matched. The bomb in the stolen car as a threat in case of capture. The stolen drugs used to kill River. The security footage of Frank with River and a gun showing them leaving towards the tree. The blood at the base of the tree where River had been shot before he died. The carvings on the tree telling them that River was warning them about a Code September. The attempted escape to Amsterdam because ferries have easier security to making it through and bribe. It all fit into the story Frank had been trying to tell her; so why did she feel like it was just that … a story?

“Are you sure?” Louisa frowned. “Yes, what? Are you planning on fucking up again?” Louisa turned to fully face Lamb, deliberately not hiding her ire in the narrowing of her eyes. “No, but I didn’t exactly plan on it the first time,” she muttered. “Leaving us just with me and Catherine again feels like asking for trouble.” “Dumb and Dumber will be on the property boundary by the main road to cut off anyone coming in and MI5 will be licking their wounds and swamped in red tape. I can’t stay and babysit our little traitor,” Lamb huffed. Louisa grit her teeth and bit back her words. Anything she said in response to the antagonisation would be just adding fuel to the fire. It didn’t matter what Lamb thought as long as he got them all out of here alive. Louisa would be on Harkness duty again.

Yes I will permit you that mark and you should be grateful child

It had been one of the few benefits of Eidon's light being unable to rid him of the mark of the feyna, that he was able to prepare himself for their arrival based on the strength of the bone deep feeling of wrongness and nausea that wracked through his body. It was always a reminder of how close he had gotten to falling down the path of darkness; it signified the hold the rhu'ema once had over him, and now it was adding to his torture. His arm burned with a fire so intense he was sure the only relief would be to sever the limb. Maybe the birds would, as their claws pierced into his flesh, and his pain would be over. It shouldn't be this hard to be martyred. His eyes remained firmly closed, trapping him in the darkness and amplifying his other senses. The flapping of wings was deafening and the brush of air before the pain had his nerves standing on edge. With each burning scratch, his resolve began to crack. His faith was like a mirror reflecting back on himself and now there were spider webs of breaks in the reflection; he couldn’t see himself through the shards reflecting each other. Slowly piece by piece, the reflective glass fell, shattering onto the ground.

Enjoy the tournament but don't stop being angry

If Lamb had got that call … well then they would probably be dealing with national security consequences. He wouldn’t risk Standish’s life. But he would destroy the lives of anyone that even considered hurting her. Which is what he should be doing now, but instead he’s stood outside of The Park waiting to gloat at River. It’s a fun experience but they could get a move on. He had things to be doing.

The table had been filled to the brim with baked goods before Ted was happy to make his exit. Jamie might have felt guilty about kicking him out of the house yet again... but he didn't want to do this so having to haunt Nelson Road for hours was good enough penance. Jamie picked listlessly at a muffin as Beard scanned the provided guidance. "There's nothing in particular they require you to do," he announced, dropping the page down into one of the sparse clear spaces. “Why the fuck they write a whole page about it then?" Jamie grumbled. “Mostly to tell people not to swear.” “Bullshit," Jamie huffed.