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starfleetwitch · 4 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS TALENTED BEAN! <3
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seahorsepencils · 2 months
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zoe evans, feat. the jeremy irons pun that nobody asked for
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likealayka · 5 months
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Jemma Redgrave : makes an appearance on my screen/in my player/in my thoughts honestly
Me, whipping out fanfiction I've read a thousand times over : aw shit here we go again
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sapphicdbc · 11 months
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4 for the questions.
Hello Anon!
The week has been chocker block so I’m only replying to you now, sorry :)
“4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one?”
I won’t lie anon, I have a good few. I have over 100 drafts of fics that for some dumb reason I never post. I’m working on it though!
I am currently trying to continue Surrender, my Frankie fic.
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Otherwise, I have a couple of Melissa Schemmenti x reader fics that I’m working on;
- Melissa and the museum volunteer
- Melissa at an Italian restaurant
-Melissa goes speed dating
-Melissa and the cover teacher
-Melissa and her nighttime love (this is technically two ideas in one and I’m still figuring out what to do...)
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I’d be more than happy to share my progress of one of them if interested? Let me know!
And thank you for the question, very appreciated :))
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callmekamel · 11 months
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Right. Imma just. Vent. Real quick. It's Jemma's hair story time.
So the Kate Stewart fringe is getting quite long and I didn't trust myself enough to cut it at home. So I thought, ah, let's just have another cut. It's my hair, not my head. It will grow back in no time.
So I went to the hairdresser and pulled out this picture of the Queen of long fringe and, to quote @technicallywrite, haven't found her hair brush since 1998.
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look at her such a beauty
You know what that pathetic excuse of a hairdresser said?
"But she looks ancient. And it's not even pretty. Why would you want that??"
Sir I have a red belt in Taekwondo I can turn you from a walking ape to pushing daisies 6 feet under in 5 seconds.
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batnbreakfast · 1 year
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Zoom, Booze, no Doom
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Hello everyone,
it’s Saturday tomorrow, so let’s meet at the usual time
Wisconsin 2pm
UK 8pm
Germany 9pm
We voted on what to watch during the next weeks and after last Monday’s great waistcoat and shirt performance, we’re now back to our favourite slightly unhinged ironing icon. No, not that ironing icon. We’ll watch her on the next Zoom anniversary.
Come join us watching Jemma Redgrave as Dr. Zoe Evans on BBC’s Frankie.
Everyone is welcome, don’t be shy, even if you’ve never took part before.
I’ll post the link to the Zoom as a reblog of this post shortly before we start.
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technicallywrite · 1 year
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Me, ironing a gazillion button down shirts ahead of a work trip: I could really use a Zoe Evans in my life right now
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Please link credit if you share, thanks! Not for use in other work. 
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ktlsyrtis · 2 years
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Ellie Chandler had seen many things through the lens of her camera, but never anything quite as intriguing as this.
When the man from Clifton Fields hired her to investigate who was stalking his co-worker, she assumed it would be a scorned ex-boyfriend, maybe an obsessed patient. Either way, she expected to find the sort of perp she was used to - disgruntled, entitled, and above all male.
What she didn't expect was the slim, attractive blonde in a dark leather jacket currently clambering over the fence of Frankie Maddox's back garden.
Elly knew she should call the police; instead she snapped a few more pictures as the woman jumped down, pausing to tuck an escaped tendril of hair back into its pin.
The woman was definitely a mystery, Elly thought, watching her creep up the back steps. And she'd never been able to resist a mystery.
[send me the first line of a fic and I'll write the next five]
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So quick question... I know Zoe Evans has an ironing thing.
But is there also something about vacuuming in the cannon? Or did I just pick that up from generalized Zoom joking?
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akaanonymouth · 2 years
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Eve Myles and Jemma Redgrave are at Wales comic con in December, and I would like to appeal to you all for signatories to an email pleading for a Frankie photo op. Or multiple emails asking for it. When I say appeal, I mean, I am begging more people to ask for this!
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starfleetwitch · 1 year
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seahorsepencils · 1 year
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jemma redgrave | frankie outtakes
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eraisme · 2 years
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"Turn to page 394" Hi! Saw your post about the prompts book. THIS IS AN AMAZING IDEA! :D
394. Define what bravery means to you. Who do you know that is brave?
Her hands gently smooth over the knitted quilt as she carefully makes her bed. She was thankful that Frankie didn’t just turn her over to the police, but a part of her wishes that she did. Zoe swallows, unhappy with the appearance of the quilt and decides to take all the dressing off the bed again, needing to fold them and smooth her hands over the pieces before pulling them over the corners of the mattress once more.
Three times. Three times she takes apart the bed coverings before getting them to a state that she’s satisfied with. Maybe not satisfied. That’s...too strong of a word. They’re at a point where she’s tired of taking things apart again. Tired of fixing a problem that isn’t really a problem and that doesn’t need to be fixed.
A doctor in a psychiatric facility. It’s something she knows she needs, but something she’s also incredibly embarrassed by. Frankie told her she was brave just for walking into the facility, just for admitting she needed help.
She doesn’t feel brave though. Not in the slightest. Not when she’s making the bed this many times, not when she’s folding her clothing twelve times because of a crease she sees in one garment. If the crease is there, who is to say it isn’t in all the other pieces and she just didn’t catch it.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. 
Made sense. Zoe even smiled a little when the therapist said it from the office chair across from her. She was virtually a textbook example of it. Being here for two weeks and she was still in full swing of things. Still worrying if they filled her position at the Community Nurses’ Office or if Frankie needed anything. Surely, the office manager wouldn’t want her back. Not with her spending weeks here.
Zoe still doesn’t understand why Frankie visits, but she stops by twice a week. Sometimes with a sweet morsel, sometimes with letters from thankful patients wishing her well. During one of her sessions, her therapist had told her to work on letters to her sons. Explain her feelings and how much she misses them. Zoe asked Frankie to pop the letters in the post for her. Asked if she would mind.
“Of course not.” Frankie shakes her head with a smile, reaching a hand out to place gently on top of hers as it rests on the table. “I don’t mind in the least. I’ll just add it in with mine.”
She never minds. Frankie is kind that way. It’s what drew Zoe closer to her. Wanting to understand her reasons, her methods. Zoe could only assume that she had ulterior motives lurking at home.
She didn’t.
Frankie always tells her how brave she is, how impressed she is with how far Zoe has come.
Zoe asks the nurses’ station if any mail has been delivered, and is met with a sad, negative head shake each and every time for three week straight. She still asks every single day...sometimes multiple times a day.
All the days roll into one long, continuous day anymore.
Frankie holds up a small, zippered bag, during her next visit. Two envelopes inside as she slowly slides it across the table, over to her. Zoe bites her lip, staring at it as she speaks.
“From patients?” Zoe nearly wants to say ‘again’, but stops herself short from doing so
“I changed the return address...on the letters to your children.” Frankie pauses, “I know I shouldn’t have and I apologize. I put my own instead.” Frankie nods a little, not wanting to tell her that she didn’t want the boys to recognize her name or location and instantly dispose of it. Frankie also doesn’t bother telling her that she had added her own messages to the post, “I was worried that there may be an issue with you receiving post here.”
Zoe never thought of that. When she worked in a hospital setting, it was a common thing for patients’ post to be lost, regardless of how long they were residents. Her eyes focus on the bag, “I never thought of that.”
“Didn’t think so.” Frankie smiles a little, carefully opening the zippered bag when she realizes the other woman isn’t about to reach out to it, “anyway, they replied.”
“Th-they did?” Zoe lifts her head, surprised. They never replied. In all the times she’s tried reaching out to them, save just for driving over to her ex-husband’s house again. She didn’t need the police phoned, as she was warned before by the bastard.
When Frankie slides the envelopes back in front of her to open, Zoe shakes her head, “you read it, please. I...I don’t know if I can bear it if-”
“It’s okay.” Frankie places her other hand on top of Zoe’s, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go, using both hands to gently open the envelope between her fingers. Handwritten on a ripped out page of notebook paper.
Dear Mum-
Thank you for reaching out. Things here have been interesting, to say the very least. I’m preparing for University and it’s odd not to have you here, regardless of how we parted last. All the other kids have both parents, even ones that were bitterly divorced, working together to help their children move into the student halls. Celebrating their children’s accomplishments before sending them off to University, but Dad didn’t do any of that and you aren’t here. I know you would have.
You might have had your moments as my brother and I were coming up. Moments where you were overbearing for us to just appear perfect, but I get it. Your diagnosis helps me get it. I hope you understand that we can never be perfect, no one has ever been perfect. I’m glad you’re finally realizing that and moving on. I just hope I’m good enough for you now. 
I’m proud of you and your bravery for finally seeking treatment. I miss you and hope to see you soon.
“He-He really said that?” Zoe asks softly, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.
Frankie nods, sliding the paper over to Zoe, “he did. Are you surprised?” When she notices the blonde’s subtle nod, she continues, “I can reach out to him for you. See when he’ll be in town or available next.” Frankie smiles a little, “I’ll take care of it.”
She doesn’t feel brave. Not in this moment. Zoe clears her throat, “why?” When the woman lifts her head, Zoe continues, “why are you...doing all of this for me? I...” She shakes her head a little, “I was awful to you and-”
“Because you’re a friend. Friends help friends.” Frankie knew exactly what the woman needed after everything happened. She needed a positive force in her life. “And I’m...amazed by the person you really are and not the person that is attempting to hold herself together day in and day out. You’re more than an over accomplished doctor working in a position that is far below her capabilities.”
Being someone constantly doubting her own abilities, Zoe smiles softly, “thank you.”
Frankie nods a little, leaving the other letter unopened as she stands from her seat, leaning over the table to press a soft kiss to the blond’s forehead, staying only an inch away from her face after, whispering, “you’re braver than you give yourself credit for.”
Maybe.
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sapphicdbc · 2 years
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Right. M’e thinks it’s posting time… For the first time in a good couple of years.
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Here’s a not so subtle clue. Xp
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oedipushansen · 1 year
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on loving your sibling, even when you hate them.
@ch-ch-ch-ch-cherrybomb / erica e. goode / ginger snaps / phillipa gregory / emma cameron / succession / belle and sebastian / krystal sutherland / euphoria / kieran culkin / sue zhao / lisa see
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