Tumgik
#Endeavour Morse (Mention)
morsesnotes · 3 months
Text
I'm kind of amused by Shaun Evans going from befuddled about the Morse/Joan storyline to outright annoyed over the years.
-----
Jace Lacob: You mentioned your love for the fourth episode this season, “Coda.” I’m wondering if there’s a favorite scene that stands out to you from this third season?
Shaun Evans: Yes, and it’s the last scene where Joan leaves.
Shaun: Throughout, we’ve always had little glimpses of them catching each other’s eyes in the mirror, in walking her home, seeing what’s going on, and I’ve always been curious. And each time we have an interaction I always say, “Where are we going with this? Where are we … What are we doing here? Should we be playing that there’s a bit of an attraction here, or should we be … should she just be my boss’s daughter?”
Shaun: I think for something to be engaging, the audience have to root for what the hero wants. Now, if the hero doesn’t know what he wants, it’s difficult for them to root for him, then it just becomes procedural, every week he solves a case. Whereas, if you think of the great sort of stories of like Friends, or like Sex and the City, or any of those stories, you can think, “Will they get together? Won’t they get together?” And it’s that which is engaging.
God I’m going on now aren’t I?
But in conclusion I was pleased because I really felt strongly that there should be some interaction between those guys that we’re really driving towards. But I feel like it really came, the heart of the story, came to fruition in the final scene.
PBS Masterpiece (2016)
-----
Jace: Why doesn’t Endeavour tell Joan that he loves her when he does have the opportunity?
Shaun: Oh, $64,000 question.
Shaun: There were so many back and forths about this, I’ve gotta tell you. And for me, I really … not agonized, but I thought, “Well, why go to all that trouble and not say anything? Why not? Why not just say something?” And we spoke about it constantly with the writer and it was his instinct that he doesn’t say anything, and I thought, “Why? But what’s the- why not just say one thing, not just say … Even call her by her first name?” You know? Why not say something, you know?” So you go with the majority sometimes, in cases like that. But I think it plays … I think it plays beautifully, you know?
Jace: I mean, so much of the show is in the unstated, rather than the stated.
Shaun: Mm-hmm.
PBS Masterpiece (2016)
-----
Q: Morse is pretty useless with women -- does he have more luck this time?
Shaun: Yeah, he ballsed it right up with Nurse Monica, but she was just too nice. He needs someone who's a bit more [thinks] "Grrr". But Monica comes back, so we get to end that in a better way. And things with Joan take a twist, which is quite satisfying. It can be frustrating for me, too. I'm like, "Why isn't Morse saying something? Why isn't he speaking up?" But the writer says, "Please, just trust me on this." And he gets it right.
Heat magazine (2017)
-----
Jace: The dynamic between Morse and Joan Thursday has provided a romantic spine to the series thus far. In the first episode of season six we get a bit of a flashback to the end of “Icarus,” with Morse asking if Joan’s offer of a coffee still stands. What happened between these two after Fancy’s death?
Shaun: This is one thing that we disagree about. I personally think that it would be interesting to have these two people begin a relationship and to have a night of passion and then the next day or a couple of weeks later, they’re like, ‘Oh this isn’t what I thought it would be. This isn’t the answer to all of my prayers at all.’ In a way for me, I think that’s way more heartbreaking, that you can’t be happy with anyone, rather than this, will they won’t they, which I personally think has a shelf life. So we have a disagreement about that, but that’s cool. So nothing happens between them. She’s busy, her life moved on. She hasn’t got time for him any more.
Jace: I do think it would be gutting for him to achieve this sort of idealized romance only to for only to find out that it is not working.
Shaun: Right?
Jace: And that there’s something broken within him.
Shaun: Because that speaks about you. Yeah exactly so, that’s my point exactly, right. That’s my point exactly. I think there’s not a fear, and I hesitate to say fear, but I think that for whatever reason, our writer, who I love and is one of my best mates, likes the idea of this will they won’t they. But I think that it speaks more to a real inability to form a lasting romantic relationship if you do that. So I’m very depressed about that. Someone you’ve lusted after for five years and then she’s like, ‘You know it’s…’
Jace:  ‘Thanks but no thanks.’
Shaun: Yeah, totally, or even if it’s him it’s like, ‘What’s this here?’
PBS Masterpiece (2019)
47 notes · View notes
jessieren · 5 days
Text
Aaannddd with alarming speed we’re back to Moustache Monday again…
@librawritesstuff favourite day of the week… ummm… possibly
How can you not love that smiley face and its smiley tache
Tumblr media
22 notes · View notes
mywingsareonwheels · 6 months
Text
1974.
Morse is interviewing witnesses to a murder at one of the colleges, and one of them is strikingly familiar. He's a man in his early twenties, a recent medical graduate back visiting friends before heading off to move into a totally different career. He has a posh accent, a friendly smile, warm brown eyes.
Oh he's truly, desperately familiar, and Morse isn't looking too hard into his own motives when he lets the younger man talk him into a drink out, and then a one-night stand, and then something rather more like a friendship played out over Scotch and crosswords and literary quotations.
[More behind the cut....]
He does mention, briefly, that his new friend reminded him of someone else on first meeting. And somehow that turns into a discussion of ancestry, and the young man discusses with some glee the skeleton in his family cupboard: the fact that his paternal grandmother when barely eighteen had a dalliance with a working-class ruffian of the same age from Mile End, of all places. That she'd got pregnant, but her parents wouldn't let her tell the lad, but instead got her engaged to a somewhat stuffy friend of theirs called Richardson.
"Dad hates to talk about it," says Morse's friend, "he's rather a stuffed shirt, especially for a surgeon. But Granny used to love telling me stories. She did come to love my Granddad, I think, but she missed that boy from Mile End all her life." He chuckles, but a little shakily, because he has yet to learn the effortless-seeming confidence he'll spread before him one day. "I'd give anything to meet him."
Morse swallows, heart suddenly in his mouth. And something in his face makes the young man carry on, more intensely.
"Granny told me that she named Dad after him, though he doesn't know. So that's what I have: Frederick, from Mile End. Fathered a child around 1930 when he was just a lad and doesn't even know he did." He laughs, wryly. "Not much to go on, is it."
"Douglas," says Morse, and his voice is shaking but there's a smile in his eyes. "I... I'll need to look into this, but I think. I mean. I think I can help."
The postcard is of York Minster, which is only a half hour drive from where three exiles from Oxford have settled. On the back it reads just:
"Sir,
Un bel di, please could we talk? There's someone I think you should meet. Bring 2 rounds ham and tomato sandwiches. --"
At the day and time thus ordered, Fred Thursday finds Morse standing admiring the rose window, and follows him out to a bench in the Minster gardens. He's torn between confusion and shame, though above all trying to hide how overjoyed he is to see the rusty curls and those haughty, sea-green eyes again. When Morse explains, and introduces the young trainee pilot with a face Fred remembers from his mirror as a long-lost grandson... well, it's good he's already sitting down, is all.
The years past, and they are gentler than they might have been.
Fred lives to see his grandson a captain, to meet his great-granddaughter. To introduce his grandson to his uncle and step-grandmother and eventually even his aunt. To become friends with Morse again, even if quietly, and for the most part only by letter. To relish that Douglas and Morse, despite occasionally enraging each other beyond reason, seem to be friends for life. (He suspects that they might once have been more than that; if they aren't going to tell him though, he's not going to point it out.) Something healed in him that day in York, and it never breaks again.
When Captain Douglas Richardson puts down the bottle, in an attempt to salvage something of his career and his relationship with his daughter, perhaps it's partly because he's still grieving for his grandfather, dead some ten years now, but most of all because he's still grieving for his friend and one-time lover, and doesn't want to die so young himself.
When First Officer Douglas Richardson meets his new captain at MJN's portacabin in Fitton, he's a little strikingly familiar too. He's shorter, and more pompous, and vastly less good at word games, but there are rusty curls and haughty sea-green eyes.
He's no relation of Morse's at all though, it turns out. This is, eventually, rather a relief.
45 notes · View notes
morsingabout · 1 year
Text
jakes and morse going from throwing barbs at each other like alley cats to jakes staying with morse, thursday saying jakes always looked up to morse, drinking on his sofa, and asking him to come back with him to the states is so ahahdgsjhfjkskl
109 notes · View notes
Text
So I’m back to thinking Joan’s gonna die
17 notes · View notes
thinkingonaname · 2 months
Text
Hopefully this works.
The crossover I didn't know I needed. A lovely but also sad fic. For Endeavour keeping it canon. For Dalgliesh also, maybe timing might be a bit off.
5 notes · View notes
rooshappy · 2 years
Text
Imagine if Fred Thursday’s last words to Morse are “Endeavour.”  Something like in the pilot episode.  Maybe as Fred is dying? Calling him by the name or Endeavour or encouraging him to Endeavour...Don’t mind me, making myself cry. 
39 notes · View notes
Text
Modern AU
Morse: Jakes texted me ‘your adorable’ and I texted him back and said ‘no, YOU’RE adorable’.
Strange: And?
Morse: And now we’re dating. We’ve gone on six dates. All I did was point out a typo, but I like him, so I’m not going to say anything.
23 notes · View notes
esriteiatha · 11 months
Text
About Esrite
This is a character study. 
About me. 
Only continue reading if you are interested about the woman behind the stories you have read.
Today is the day I have turned 30. It seems like a turning point despite being just a number. 
Today I have been thinking about my past plans. Throughout my teenage years, I have thought that by this time, I would be in a very different place. I thought by this time I would be a mother, a wife.
The reality is that I’m not any of this. 
But what am I?
I’m a medical doctor who had saved lives, but also watched so many others die. 
I have my own apartment and my own car. 
In my free time I either paint, draw or write stories. The knowledge that one of my stories can help someone through a hard time, or give some silver lining really motivates me.
I have been diagnosed with adult ADHD (to be honest, it’s only called adult, because my parents are simple people who didn’t know or care about mental health and didn’t recognize my symptoms or suspect anything throughout my childhood despite the signs being there.)
Thanks to my job, I acquired Covid which resulted with me having impaired ability to smell or taste things, which means that eating has become only a necessity to me and I can’t find any joy in it. 
And something I’m really not proud of is… I’m a recovered alcoholic. 
I found the TV show Endeavour in 2022. It took me a while, but then somehow it pulled me in. 
Today I thought about the whys. 
- Morse is someone who finds it really hard to get close to others because he is different.
- He is not fan of social events, 
- The love of his life marries his friend.
- He comes from a difficult domestic situation.
Somehow, all of this are true about me. 
Here comes the thing that scares me though. Morse’s future is dangerously looks like something that awaits me too. I have been thinking about this a lot nowadays. I won’t lie, most of my stories are there to correct that. Maybe deep down, I have been thinking that through changing his story may change mine too. However, I’m old enough to recognize that the world doesn’t work like that. 
Morse learnt to live with that. 
This, despite everything, gives me hope. 
Maybe one day I’ll be able to learn to live with this too. 
Maybe, it’s not a bad thing. Maybe this is what I meant to be like. 
I’ll get back to you once I find the answers. 
Thank you for listening to my ramblings. 
I hope you are all well and happy!
Love you all,
Esrite
2 notes · View notes
sailforvalinor · 2 years
Text
Is the aim of every Endeavour season finale just to rip my heart out of my chest, throw it on the ground, and grind it to powder beneath someone’s heel???
2 notes · View notes
morsesnotes · 2 months
Text
Here's a question. Do you think there was real attraction to Morse on Eve Thorne's end? Or was she just messing with him out of resentment?
18 notes · View notes
jessieren · 14 days
Text
Tumblr media
A new phone fidget - adding to @season-77 evidence base regarding our boys phone habits
Seems he switches back from right to left to put the phone down too…
More research needed I think
20 notes · View notes
mywingsareonwheels · 1 year
Text
Ugh, that thing Russell Lewis does...
... of dropping in devastating or revealing character information in off-hand bits of dialogue or the info on a tombstone you see for one second or this this that and the other. Right up until the final episode.
Some of the things that are really blink-and-you’ll-miss-it the first time around if you’re not careful:-
Bright lost his daughter. While way posher than most of the characters he’s still not from quite as upper class a background as his wife (who cheated on him at least once, though they weathered it). Her nickname for him means “tiger”. He doesn’t seem to have fit in comfortably at any point with anyone, perhaps indeed until he starts to bond more closely with Fred and Morse in the last 2-3 series.
Win was stalwartly in London for at least part of the Blitz. She once met a guy with a foot fetish who flirted with her and she’s still tolerantly amused decades later.
Constance was less than 20 when she had Morse. (AAAAAAAH.) (Everything about her marriage to Cyril sounds horrifying frankly.)
Max is gay and has a lost love (“and one was fond of me” / ”the one that got away”)
Fred grew up without indoor plumbing and generally in fairly intense poverty, he and Charlie at least (presumably Billy and I suspect their mother too) were physically abused by their father (who was an alcoholic).
Also on Fred: he was already an anti-fascist in the 1930s including when it meant joining with one of his colleagues (Sgt Vimes, who Sam was probably named after) against the rest. (Frankly Fred is the king of the “devastating info that is easily missed”, and that last point regards some moderately obscure knowledge to decode but it’s solid once you have that.)
Jakes’s non-Blenheim Vale background was very poor too, given his familiarity with the “Never-Neverland” of the kind of housing estate that replaced the kind of slum that Fred grew up in.
Dorothea has had a fricking epic past doing war correspondence etc..
Sam was bullied at school and didn’t tell his father because he was worried about how he would react.
Jim was brought up by his apparently rather obnoxious and judgemental grandmother, which might explain the desperate need to fit in and get on at all costs, as well as the extremely skilled peacemaking at times. He might have been in the navy before the police, though that’s a bit more uncertain.
Trewlove went to a posh enough school to have serious chess-playing as a thing. (She’s definitely the only person at the station with a comparable class background to Bright’s.)
And so on; I know I’ve missed out plenty of things here and especially I know there’s some info about Win that’s on the tip of my brain and I can’t quite remember. (I think she’s from Blackpool originally, e.g. and misses the sea? And did some war work outside London?) I weirdly couldn’t think of anything significant that’s not already foregrounded about Joan, Box, Fancy, or Monica; help me out here lovelies. :-) 
This is on top of eveeeeerything about Morse, which is far more foregrounded but even he has things dropped in very casually sometimes.
Goodness they’re all so messy and I love them all so very very much. <3 (Though also: I so very much wish that Lewis gave just *more* to his women characters. I have the obvious reservations about Joan’s arc (I *like* Strange, but... hmmmmmmmmmm), and the obvious wishing that Monica and Trewlove especially had had far far more to do.)
71 notes · View notes
morsingabout · 2 years
Text
endeavour coming to an end was inevitable but it stings nonetheless. i was hoping for a healing arc in series 9 with it ending in series 10 but i suppose it had to happen either way.
32 notes · View notes
moonshadowed · 2 years
Text
@emcrse​ inquires:  [ POSITION ]:     sender rearranges the receiver’s hands to the correct, albeit more intimate position ( i.e. on their waist, hips, hands, etc. )
' THINGS DONE WHILE DANCING. ‘   always accepting.
Tumblr media
He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. Not really, anyway. Being with the prince was one thing-- that, at least, was something he’d almost accepted, though even through all the stolen glances and clandestine kisses he could never quite believe that it was really happening, that somehow he was his-- but being in his bedroom, alone, being with him, alone, just the two of them devoid of guards or advisors and all the time in the world? That, Julian thinks, he’ll never get used to, and perhaps that was for the best. He never wanted to feel like this was anything other than extraordinary.
As he so often does these days, he finds himself at a loss for words between the tenderness of his touch and the gentleness in his eyes as he moves Julian’s hand down to the small of his back, palm curling against his waist, and the feeling of their fingers interlacing. 
Tumblr media
“...Thank you,” the doctor murmurs, hoping that the dizzy heat he feels is from the warm summer air from the balcony and the overpowering scent of jasmine wafting up from the gardens, not from their proximity. The music from the ballroom, muffled by the many floors between them and the rest of the world, picks up again, and he’s grateful that his feet seem to know what they’re doing, as he can’t take his eyes off of red curls, blue eyes, and freckled cheeks. You look entrancing in the moonlight, my love.
“You’re wonderful,” he begins, awestruck, and he’s overcome by warmth once more. After a moment, realizing what he’s said, he huffs a laugh. “At dancing, I mean, not to mention everything else. Surely it can’t all come from endless hours spent being bored to tears?” 
2 notes · View notes
quantumleapt · 1 year
Text
@emcrse dreams: “you’ve been very kind.”
AN AMERICAN IN PARIS SENTENCE STARTERS : PART II. always accepting.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"Ah, you don't have to thank me," Sam shrugs off, throwing a good-natured smile over his shoulder, corners of his eyes crinkling, as he finishes chopping up the vegetables. He tosses them into the waiting pan, giving them a stir. Above the sizzle, he continues, "I'm just bein' neighborly."
Neighborly, he guesses, is one word for it. How anybody could let the young detective get this hungry-- half-starved of a decent meal and any scrap of kindness he can get-- is beyond him. But that's why he's here, isn't it? Sure, he should've leaped out of here weeks ago, but Sam's not going anywhere. Not when Morse is like this.
Putting on the oven gloves, he reaches down, taking the roast chicken and potatoes out and setting them on the countertop to cool, right next to his mom's chocolate chip cookies he'd made earlier (she'd be proud; he knows the recipe by heart now).
Sam tries to tell himself it's just doctor's intuition that makes him turn around again, eyes searching the detective's face for any sign of... well, anything to tell him that the haunted, melancholy look in Morse's eyes is going away. Short of tucking a blanket around his shoulders and staying here with him all night, he's not really sure what else he can do.
(He can think of plenty that he'd like to do, but, now isn't the time.)
"You warm enough? Do you need more, uh, more tea, or anything? Dinner shouldn't be too much longer, I just gotta finish up the carrots and cut up the chicken."
0 notes