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Always worth reblogging ❤️

I've been wanting to do that for weeks.

#the second kiss is sooooo good #berena #bernie wolfe #serena wendy campbell

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Baby otter first time in the water

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Doctor Who | The Giggle

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One of my favourite scenes!

Doctor Who: Unleashed — The Giggle

#doctor who #the toymaker #neil patrick harris #kate stewart #jemma redgrave #the giggle #villiarty dr who edit

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��😁🤩🤩 I can't wait!!!!

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“Killing Eve ended with Villanelle’s death. This is why I’m bringing her back to life” - Luke Jennings

When my transgressive heroine came to a sticky end on screen, many Killing Eve fans felt cheated. Now they can pick up her story again – this time for free.

In April last year, the final episode of the BBC drama Killing Eve was broadcast. The series was adapted from my novels, initially and brilliantly by Phoebe Waller-Bridge, and with Jodie Comer and Sandra Oh in the lead roles of Villanelle and Eve. All in all, it was a spectacular ride. Phoebe passed the reins to the capable Emerald Fennell for season 2, and other teams made the third and fourth season.

These last two seasons went in a very different direction from the novels. In the final seconds of the show, having finally shared a kiss with Eve after three-and-a-half years of elaborately perverse courtship, Villanelle is summarily killed. This doesn’t happen in the books. The third novel concludes with the couple living anonymously in St Petersburg, having lost everything except each other. This is where I pick up the story again.

Villanelle, for all her winning ways, is a homicidal psychopath, and transgressive characters often come to a sticky end on the screen. There’s a long history in film and TV of the same treatment being meted out to one or both members of same-sex couples, a trope known to LGBTQ+ audiences as Bury Your Gays. Killing Eve’s fanbase was, and is, acutely attuned to such issues. I know this because many of them have contacted me. The Killing Eve universe is their escape, they tell me, and Villanelle their heroine. Not because she murders people, but because she’s powerful, she’s her own creation, and she goes through life doing exactly as she choses.

Publishing using Substack, I am writing my book in instalments, with readers commenting along the way. The process would be more organic than conventional publishing.

I’ve posted three instalments of Killing Eve: Resurrection so far, and I’m enjoying the process. Writing a novel like this is fun, a series of sprints rather than a marathon. And it feels so good to return to my mismatched heroines.

One of the lessons the wider Killing Eve project has taught me is how much the relationship between writer and reader (or viewer) has changed in the past decade. To create memorable characters today is to invite shared ownership, because the growth of fan-power – fan-fic, fan-art, social media opinion – ensures that those characters will live multiple lives in multiple dimensions.

It’s in that spirit that I’m bringing Villanelle back. The story will continue unrolling over 2024. “I read the first sentence and literally started to cry,” one subscriber wrote, and that’s good enough for me.

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So much for Suki saying that she'd never leave Eve's side again. I get Stacey had kicked her out - but if they hadn't met on the doorstep, when would Suki have mentioned that she'd left?!

Now there's the farce of her moving back into the 'family' home - she's only related to Vinny.

Also, Eve would have questioned all the shifty behaviour by now. Please writers - don't make her look like a fool.

Sukeve will only have longevity as equals.

Also - why kill Keanu? Nish being koshed was enough. Call an ambulance, admit self-defence to the police, take any repercussions on the chin. The six could've come out of it stronger, and the bad guy would've lost whether he woke up or not. No lies, no bodies under the cafe, no endless panicked (but seemingly invisible to the rest of the square) meetings in the barrell store. No Johnny personality transplant.

#suki panesar #sukeve #eve unwin #the six #why isn't Suki even taking Eve's feelings into account. #eve was nearly murdered!!! #they need their own home not Panasar Mansion

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#if tapping the edge on the counter doesn't work I try a tight elastic band around the edge to give me more grip. #one or the other usually works #i have to remind myself of lefty lucy righty tighty

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I did not know this - yippee!!!!

#deadloch #deadloch series 2! #not until 2025 but still - series 2!

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Potentially life-saving poster. Worth reblogging.

Friendly reminder to check your breasts while you’re just sitting there scrolling the internet, then reblog so your followers do the same. Two people I know were just diagnosed within the same week.

#breast cancer awareness #check your breasts regularly #I should really check mine more often #early detection gives you a fighting chance #Cancer - an indescriminate and insidious disease.

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🤣!! Don't ever change! 💚

middle-aged woman joins tiktok - 84 dead, 244 injured

#catherine russell #TMI??

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#only actually seen Friends out of this list.

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Collection on A03

I’ve started a collection on A03 for anyone who wants to add their fics to that - sometimes it makes it easier for me to find for roundups and also for readers

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#tumblr suggested it and it fitted the mood i was in.

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After she said Bring. It. On. My first response was Please. Tell. Eve. I know the 6 have a pact, but after everything they've been through to get to this point, to then start a relationship with a huge lie of omission in the middle of it, does not bode well.

And Eve is far from stupid. She might be able to stop all these knee-jerk reactions between the 6, that have slowly been diluting the power of the epic Christmas day episode. The build-up was all about making bad men pay, but the real baddie survived, and the 6 are now having to dance to his tune - especially Suki.

EastEnders | Suki Panesar [24.01.24]

#eastenders #sapphicsukeve #suki panesar #balvinder sopal #sukeve #eve unwin #heather peace #suki needs to confide in the one person she can trust completely #nish needs to be defeated otherwise what was the point of the 10 month build up to the epic Christmas episodes #i need to see proper domestic sukeve with no secrets #even their moving in together was glossed over because Nish had evicted Suki and she needed somewhere to live. #the writers got them this far - eventually - so I'm keeping 🤞 they have a plan...

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This!

A couple that glares together stay together

#suki panesar #eve unwin #sukeve #eastenders

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As promised, I'm gonna make them a thing @ktlsyrtis ;)

DI Jill Raymond/Professor Helen Lynley AU

Two sharp knocks on Helen's door jolts her slightly out of concentration, as Jill Raymond's blonde head peeks over the threshold of her office. The imposing detective strides in without preamble, in her crisp white shirt and fitted trousers, and sits on the edge of Helen's desk with little regard for the papers strewn about. Holds up the coffee in her hand as a peace offering.

"Got a minute, Lady Helen?" Jill asks, beckoning the brunette's attention, giving way to a privately held joke between them.

Helen rolls her eyes derisively at the posh title. Frankly, she's glad to be rid of it and Tommy⁠ — surviving a near-fatal gunshot wound does wonders for sorting out one's priorities, she thought.

The scar at the centre of her breastbone is a stark reminder of the life she's left behind.

And although it didn't need saying or counting, she owes Jill an enormous favour after her divorce and an endless string of kindness for refusing to leave her side as she recuperated from surgery. So Helen lets the title go, lets it mean something different between them, knowing her dearest friend loved to get a rise out of her.

"Jillian," Helen greets with a saccharine smile, a name reserved only for herself and Jill's mum, it sticks like toffee on her tongue. She wraps her fingers around the steaming cup of coffee, and welcomes the interruption, especially when it's Jill's handsome face. "What do I owe the pleasure?" Helen hums gratefully as she takes a sip. "Have you finally come to sit in on my lecture?"

"Not today, I'm afraid. I thought I might borrow your expertise though?" Jill dangles a case file in her hand and pretends to look sorry for dropping by unannounced, but Helen sees a hint of that wolfish grin. Jill doesn't care a jot about her office hours, and if she did the woman would pick up her damn mobile phone.

Helen lets the request hang in the air, and buys herself several agonizing seconds by sorting through the mountain of grading on her desk, before coming back around to Jill's expectant face inching closer towards her. "So, you did come to learn something new, Detective," Helen teases.

Jill crowds her and a flicker of desire glazes over the detective's eyes as they trail towards soft inviting lips. It's the only evidence of Helen's effect on her, and it's gone in an instant as she leans forward to bop Helen on the head with the file.

"Get a shift on, Professor," Jill says impatiently, and the brunette gawps at her for the cheek. "I've got a murder to solve."

Helen pouts. She was rather hoping to be plied with kisses for her keen intellect, but she knows Jill is dreadfully restrained during her working hours. There was no wearing her down, she's tried.

She swaps the coffee for the folder in Jill's hand and opens it on her lap. Jill offers her reading glasses with practiced ease and takes a large gulp from the same cup as Helen scans the suspect list.

She was starting to think she worked for the Greater London Police at how frequently Jill sought out her professional opinion. It's Jill who takes a certain delight in picking Helen's brain, involving her in small, quiet ways in the investigation — as long as she's never actually on scene (lesson learned), and Jill is quite firm on that matter.

Secretly, she enjoys it too — cracking a case, bringing justice to the surface, becoming Jill's unwitting partner in crime (solving) as they've done since they were girls in uni fighting their way up the ladder. Although they had wound up choosing different career paths, they had never forgotten to pull each other up.

Jill screws her face into an imperceptible smirk to save her blushes before rising to circle Helen's chair. She tugs at her waistcoat to smooth out her appearance and school her features as she flips open a packet of mints from her coat pocket.

"I will require dinner, for the consult," Helen says nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow to hint at the double meaning with a wicked sparkle in her eyes.

Jill coughs and splutters at the suggestion, and Helen's pleased to see the nearly unflappable detective fidget in her seat.

She doesn't waste the opportunity to turn dinner into breakfast, slipping Jill's glasses off her face to hang them at the crux of the blonde's waistcoat, a familiar intimacy that pushes and pulls at the seams of their friendship.

There's a moment where they're idle, waiting for the other to have the last word. Jill is helpless to the gravity between them, she turns Helen around in her seat to lean forward on the armrest, framing the other woman between her arms. Helen's breath hitches as their noses brush, barely a whisper between them, and a flush works its way up Helen's delicious neck.

Jill's eyes remain trained on Helen's own growing dark, stirring at the heightened state between them. Hearts pounding in unison, they are two sides of the same coin, immovable and unyielding.

"You do drive a hard bargain."

#Jill & Helen!