"Trust me, it's the same clock."

ENDEAVOUR | ARCADIA.

If you watch any British crime drama I don’t need to introduce you to Nicola Walker. Simply a brilliant actress. Shot for the Observer last year. #bestonstage #nicolawalker #unforgotten #lasttangoinhalifax #spooks (at Theater District, Manhattan)

Shows that take place during a small town's quaint and cutesy Christmas celebration are OUT, shows that take place during a small town's weird feminist performance art festival attended primarily by lesbians are IN

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Hi hello yes I just finished deadloch and I have decided that being normal about it is not allowed actually so. Be prepared for that. The married-lesbians-and-detective-partner-third poly shipteasing is not the only likeable thing about it but it is an incredibly catching statement of purpose

What she says: im fine

What she means: the average age of conception over the past 250k years is apparently 26.9. Let's round it down to 25. Think of your birth mother. Hold her hand. Imagine her holding hands with her mother. Within 4 people, you're back in time 100 years, and it's an intimate family dinner. Just after WWI. Add another 16 people, a small party of 20, and you're in the 1500s. Double it, twice, and you're at 80 people. Your family would fill a restaurant, and you're at the height of the Roman empire. At 100 people, Confucius is alive but Socrates has not yet been born. 100 people. That's a medium sized wedding. A small lecture theatre or concert. 200 people, probably the biggest party i could ever hope to host, takes you back 5000 years. The guests at your soirée of parents would be contemporaries of the Egyptian and Indus Valley civilisations, although you'd probably be too busy fixing drinks and nibbles to talk to all of them. Just imagine it. 200 of you. That's all it takes to get back 5,000 years. And we could go further. 1000 people, a decent sized concert, a large high school, and we're at the end of the last ice age. Your ancestors are comparing their pink floyd vinyl with music played on instruments carved from wood or bones of long vanished species. Wander through the crowd. See your own features and phrases and gestures refract out like a kaleidoscope. What would they make of you? What do you make of them? Why does it feel so unfair that even that first 100 years --that small family dinner of four--is out of your grasp? Maybe it's because questions of spatial distance have become negligible to us now. why, oh why, does time hold out against us so stubbornly

Post Season 2 fanfictions be like

Aziraphale: I am back

Crowley: I am mad at you

Aziraphale: No you are not

Crowley: No I am not

loud making out noises

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Sometimes when I’m having a bad day, I whisper to myself the words, “Gill Murray” in the exact same way that Gill Murray says Gill Murray.

“You could do a lot better than that, love.”

“Well I didn’t fancy him, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

CAROL (2015) dir. Todd Haynes

I’m speechless

“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.

list of ablatives with rankings

ablative of separation: classic. simple but elegant. she knows what she's about and we love to see her. 7/10

ablative absolute: queen of the ablatives. expressive. versatile. dare i say sexy? she has the range. 10/10

ablative of source and material: it's fine i guess. kind of a pain in the ass to remember when it wants a preposition

ablative of accompaniment: haha you said cum 8/10

ablative of agent: holding hands with the passive voice. they're girlfriends to me. love wins 9/10

ablative of place where: i miss the locative 3/10

ablative of degree of difference: i'll be honest i just like saying this. but that correlative comparative? chefs kiss 7.5/10

ablative of price: what the fuck is this shit? -1/10

ablative of means: love her. another classic, simple ablative. she encompasses so much and doesn't even need a preposition. 7/10

ablative of manner: wishes she was means. also i keep forgetting about her ngl. 4/10

ablative of respect: greek did it better with the accusative 2/10

"What we did at the end of Vigil one was great. We never wanted to tie it up in a big lesbian bow and go, 'Right, she's suddenly decided after all that trauma she's going to be with Kirsten.' That didn't feel right, so we left her saying, 'I want to try.'"

Season two picks up their relationship two years later.

"Amy's got a tattoo on her arm that says K and P" - (the initials of Kirsten and Amy's daughter Poppy). "They're living together and Kirsten is pregnant, so my god, did she give it a try!"

- Suranne Jones, DIVA magazine

Being a lesbian is the best part of who I am and if youre a lesbian it’s also the best part of who you are

Moiraine laughed and hugged Siuan. She could not help it. She truly had come home. They had come home.

—New Spring, Robert Jordan