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If anyone’s interested, I met Gary Oldman again tonight and asked him a question that’s been burning inside me for a while…
“If it were up to you, would you rather Jackson end up with Standish or Diana?”
He paused, stared into the distance of contemplation for a few moments, then leaned forward and whispered…
“Standish.”
And then he giggled, and then I passed away xoxox
Sir Gary Oldman is officially a Lambdish shipper, pass it on 😚
lamb making people (not) happy
Fall in love again and again…
Jackson Lamb and Catherine Standish x Everything is romantic
My headcanon: Catherine is a Florence fan.
Florence + The Machine – Delilah
slow horses ficlet
oh just trying to get the muscles working again
Post End S4
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The shouting from Lamb’s office rattled what was left of the windows from his floor down to Ho’s. Moira stopped what she was doing to look upwards, waiting for the floor to collapse.
Catherine, four months absent, but twenty years in the black of Jackson Lamb’s moods simply carried on.
Footsteps on the stairs, lighter than Lamb but heavy with intent.
Coe’s hood was up, earphones dangling. He wouldn’t make eye contact with her, simply stood there until Catherine registered his presence.
“Sorry.” He said “For shooting him in front of you.”
Catherine considered for a moment. Her mouth tightened to a hard line, a single nod in Coe’s direction. There was nothing to be said that could undo his actions, that would wipe the memory of it away. She had no forgiveness for him. There were other things that needed her attention.
“I need to get the bucket.”
“Oh - yes - it’s over there.” Catherine pulled the bucket from the under the sink, handed it over.
“J.K. - I was there too?” Moira said.
Coe paused at the door.
“He didn’t mention you.”
He disappeared back up the stairs.
Is this anything?