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discoscoob · 4 years

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Bless me, Master, for I have sinned

Pairing: Dhawan!Master/You

Summary: A total rip off of the kneeling scene from Fleabag, all credit for this goes to Phoebe Waller-Bridge and this post

Word count: 4,2k

Warning: I’m still fairly new to writing smut, basically this is only my second time and the first I’m actually posting so apologies in advance, please be kind 🙏🏻

The Master had shocked you many times but you had to admit that seeing him stood at an altar, with a bible held in his hands and a dog collar around his neck as he officiated the wedding ceremony of your cousin and her fiancé, was up there at the top of the list of his biggest shocks.

You hadn’t seen him in months, you had been travelling with him behind the Doctors back after the events with the Kasaavin, since the both of you had grown attached while he was pretending to be O. It all came to a halt when he one day gave you an ultimatum, which was for you to decide whether you wanted to travel with him or the Doctor, telling you that whichever one you chose meant you could no longer see the other. It was one of those head or heart decisions, in the end you had went with your head and every day since you had wandered how differently you would have ended up had you gone with your heart.

You slouched further into the uncomfortable wooden church bench, luckily you weren’t sat too close to the front, you were grateful for the ridiculously large hat you had chosen to wear, by simply tipping your head forward it would cast a shadow over your face and make you less recognisable.

You spent the remainder of the ceremony bouncing your knee and chewing your lip while glancing at the exit, knowing if you left early you would only draw attention to yourself so you waited until it was over and everyone had left their seats to dodge through the crowd and straight for the double doors, what you didn’t expect was for the Master to be stood at the entrance of the church, nodding and smiling as everyone left, even shaking some people’s hands if they offered.

You dipped your head once again, this time hiding your face completely beneath your hat as you quickly jogged past him, hoping the old lady who had decided to start telling him about how she also got married in this church was enough to keep him distracted.

Once you made it to your car you checked all your mirrors and let out a sigh of relief when you saw he wasn’t following you, after removing your hat and placing it on your passenger seat you started your car and began your journey home.

However after you got home you still couldn’t stop thinking about him, he was in your town pretending to be a priest, you wondered how long he had been here and why he was here, was he looking for you? That didn’t make sense, he knew where you lived, if he wanted you he could just show up on your doorstep anytime he liked.

It was after you had got into bed for the night that you realised you wouldn’t be able to sleep with all these unanswered questions in your head, begrudgingly you threw your covers off you and began to get dressed, you were going to pay him a visit.

•

When you entered the dimly lit church you couldn’t help the shiver that shot down your spine, you had never been in a church at night before and you hated how hauntingly airy it felt, so you wrapped your arms around yourself as you warily made your way down the isle.

The sound of pop music echoed through the empty hall and you followed the noise until you arrived at an archway at the side of the alter, from there the warm glow of a light partially leaked into the shadows and lured you towards it.

When you entered the room, the sound of banging caught your attention and you turned your head in the direction of it to find the Master jumping with his arms stretched out above him, trying to reach for something in one of the higher shelves of a cabinet. He was too distracted by this task to notice your presence so you looked behind you for the source of the music and found the stereo, you reached out and hit the switch to turn it off

“Oh fuck!” The Master immediately startled when he saw you stood there and he scrambled backwards with his arms in front of him as if you were a threat, still letting out a string of curse words.

“Woah,” you breathed out through a small laugh, somewhat amused by his reaction.

“Oh my god I thought you were just in my head then!” He thought out loud, as he blinked rapidly, his arms still held out in front of him as he shifted his weight on his legs, he brought his hands up to his eyes as if he was going to rub them just to be sure they weren’t deceiving him but he stopped himself to point at you instead, “I mean, you were in my head then... but now you’re there.” He waved his hands around as he spoke, it was pretty obvious from the way he was acting that he had had a little bit to drink... or a lot.

You laughed a bit, unused to seeing him behave this way but you gave him a dubious look as you asked, “are you okay, Master?”

“Fuck you calling me Master like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it.” He smiled boldly at you with both hands placed on his hips, he was still dressed up as a priest though his collar hung open now to reveal the top of his chest, the hair there just peaking out from beneath the fabric.

You stood wordlessly, unsure of how to even respond to what he just called you out on, I mean it wasn’t exactly false but you weren’t going to admit it out loud, your silence was enough and it seemed he realised that as he let out a single hum of a laugh.

“Do you wanna drink?” He offered you.

“Yeah,” you found yourself answering before you could even think about it, you knew that probably wasn’t the wisest decision but it was too late now he had already placed the empty glass on the table.

“Don’t move.” He ordered as he turned around the fetch the bottle, you couldn’t help the way that little instruction made your stomach do a slight flutter.

That’s when he went back to what you had caught him doing when you walked into the room, jumping at the cabinet with his arms stretched above his head, “I don’t seem to have the fucking reach anymore.” He complained as he continued to jump and you watched him curiously.

“God help me.” He spoke under his breath and with one more jump the bottle was flying out of the cabinet, “woah” he gasped as he quickly caught it before it smashed to the floor.

He gave you a look before he moved back over to the table, you followed him as he poured you both a glass before he picked them both up by their rim, offering you yours.

“Here’s to chaos,” he raised his glass towards you, “and those who get in the way of it.”

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that but you raised your glass to his anyway and they met in the middle with a little ping before you each took a gulp... or two... or three, if you’re the Master.

“I’m sorry about–“ You began to apologise for choosing the Doctor over him, you weren’t sure why but you felt as though you had to as you looked upon the broken state he seemed to be in.

“Forget about it.” He dismissed before he quickly changed the subject “look at this!” He smiled, placing his glass on the table to turn around to open the closet behind him, he pulled out a priest’s robe and of course it was purple, you smiled nodding, you should have expected it, “look at it!” He enthused, “I knew I wanted a bold... this colour.” He gestured towards the garment. “So beautiful, isn’t it?” He looked at you as if this was completely normal, as if he wasn’t the Master, the renegade Time Lord who destroyed his own planet, now stood here with you in a church, pretending to be a priest as he fawned over one of his robes, refusing to acknowledge the obscurity of it all.

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked him the question you came here to get the answer to, he paused, standing across from the table with his hands clasped in front of him and his head hung so he didn’t have to look at you, he stepped forward and reached for his glass, it seemed he was suddenly very interested in it’s contents as he stared into it while he shifted his weight back and forth until he got the courage to look up at you finally.

“Come with me.” He nodded his head towards the door as he began to walk over to it, you weren’t sure if this was leading to him answering your question or if he was trying to change the subject but you guessed the only way you would find out would be if you followed him, so that’s what you did.

•

You were stood in front of the confession box, face to face, you still couldn’t tell where this was leading but by now you were sure that it was a way to distract you just enough so he wouldn’t have to give you any of the answers you were looking for since he seemed to expect you to be the one to tell him your secrets, rather than the other way around.

“You go in there, I go in there.” He explained to you, pointing to each cubicle of the box, the irony of an alien who wasn’t from your planet explaining one of earths customs as if he had better knowledge of it than you did, sometimes you forgot how much time he had spent on earth, technically he had lived on this planet longer than you had, maybe he did have more knowledge after all. You shook your head, that was too much to think about right now especially when you realised he was really serious about getting you to do a confession with him.

“You’re going to make me tell you all my secrets so you can ultimately trap and control me.” You joked.

“Yeah,” he giggled, before his face shifted to a more serious expression. “No, you tell me what’s weighing on your heart and I listen without judgement and in complete confidence.”

“Wow how much time have you spent here, did you read that from a script?” You laughed through a gasp, shocked by how precise he was getting this priest act.

“Shut up,” he light-heartedly grumbled at your teasing, “come on.” He encouraged you.

“I’m not a catholic.” You protested.

“Neither am I.” He shrugged and had you been religious you would have stepped away from him in fear he would spontaneously burst into flames, since you were sure that standing in a church and being a fraudulent priest while admitting you weren’t a catholic was asking for trouble.

“Come on.” He urged you some more, keeping his voice soft. “Just do it.”

“Alright.” You softly agreed and then you both made your way in to the separate cubicles.

“Okay now you say ‘bless me Master for I have sinned-“

“I’m not going to say that.”

He ignored your interruption and continued with his instructions. “‘it’s been insert days, years months since my last confession’ then I say ‘that’s okay blah blah blah’ until you tell me what’s on your mind... tell me your sins!” He eagerly encouraged you and you were laughing.

“Why would I tell you my sins?” You spoke through a broad smile.

“Because... I want to know.” He told you in a hushed tone, as if it were a secret.

So you decided you would, with a quick gulp of your drink and a deep breath, you would play his game.

“I’ve stolen things... but you would know about that since you were usually the one encouraging me to do it. I’ve had sex outside marriage, something else you already know about.” You laughed to yourself, “a lot of masturbation, a bit of violence and of course the endless fucking blasphemy.”

“And?” He prompted you to share more, it wasn’t hard to see you were holding back.

“And...” You paused, questioning whether or not you really wanted to tell him.

“Go on.” He pushed you.

You took another big gulp of your drink, to try and calm your nerves.

“And... m’frightened.”

“Of what?”

“That I got it all wrong...” He remained silent as he patiently waited for you to elaborate, “I thought choosing the Doctor was the right thing to do but if it was why do I still think about you every single day and what my life would have been like if I chose you instead?”

“Do you still travel with the Doctor?” He had asked and you automatically shook your head before he remembered he couldn’t see you.

“No,” you answered quietly.

“Do you miss it?”

“I miss you.” You confessed, “I think you should have made the decision for me, I would’ve done anything you told me, I trust you would’ve got it right and I wouldn’t be spending every single day thinking about what could’ve been because I would‘ve actually been doing it. So just tell me what to do,” you pleaded, your voice strained from your overwhelming emotions. “Just fucking tell me what to do, Master!”

Silence. You felt your heart begin to pick up as you waited for him to say something, you dropped your head in dejection.

“Kneel.” Finally came his instruction.

Everything went still for a moment and you questioned whether this was reality or if you had just began daydreaming. Your eyes travelled up to the grid of the confession box.

“What?” You wanted the confirmation that you heard him correctly, that this was real.

“Kneel.” He said softer this time, “just kneel.”

You took a deep breath while you blinked down at your lap, your lips were slightly parted as you lifted your drink to slowly place it on the ledge in the confession box and with that you carefully lowered yourself to your knees in the cramped space, the wood creaked as you moved. Once you were on your knees you arched your neck back and chewed your lip while you waited for what was next.

You really hope he wasn’t going to get you to pray this was not what you imagined–

The curtain to the cubicle was abruptly pushed to the side to reveal the Master standing before you in all his glory, your breath hitched in your throat while your lip slipped from between your teeth, your mouth rested slightly parted. You stared up at him with doe eyes which conveyed all your desire while he glared down at you with a hard stoic expression.

Your eyes followed him as he gently lowered himself to his knees, one leg at a time and once he was done he was still looking down at you since you knelt with your bottom rested against the back of your ankles while he kept his thighs up right.

He brought his hands up to your face, just letting them hover before he ever so lightly traced the back of his fingers down your jaw until his thumb slightly brushed your chin.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes kept flicking down to his lips and you hoped that they displayed all your need for him and he had enough mercy to grant you your desire.

Much to your delight he leant his head towards yours and you craned your neck towards him, your lips met in a tender kiss, his fingertips brushed up your throat and the fine hair at the back of your neck stood to attention.

When you pulled away from the simple kiss, you briefly glanced at each other, just to see the affect you had on one another but your glazed eyes barely managed to meet before each of you were focusing your concentration onto the others lips. You fell into another kiss however you decided you needed more than just soft and tender so you pushed into it further, raising your thighs and he chased your lips with his own as you continued to rise until you were stood on both feet, with him not far behind, your mutual desperation increased at a rapid rate.

You began blindly stumbling, with your hands trying to grab each other anywhere and everywhere all at once, both of you refusing to break the kiss to move in a more effective and safer fashion, until you were pushing him into the door of the confession box.

You brought your trembling fingers up to where the button should be for his trousers but you had trouble finding it until you recalled he was wearing a robe so you hastily grasped the fabric in your palms trying to get it all out of the way from where you wanted to be which only caused you to grow frustrated.

“Skirt and trousers?” You complained, although you had to admit it made sense considering priests had to be celibate it’s not like they had any need for clothes that allowed for easy access.

He helped you along as he bunched up the fabric in his arms and you were finally able to unclasp the button of his trousers, you felt the fabric which the Master had been holding bunch up against your wrist as he let it drop in favour of wrapping his arms around your waist, deciding he needed to pull you closer, so with your chests flush you blindly walked him until the back of his knees hit a bench and he collapsed onto it with his legs spread wide open, allowing you enough space to drop to your knees between them. You steadied yourself by clutching each of his thighs as you lowered yourself to the ground, never breaking eye contact.

His eyes still shone despite the lack of light in the empty church hall and his jaw hung slack, you caught the way his chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths as he closely watched your every move while he urgently gathered the excess fabric of his robe to get it out of your way.

“I should have never let you go.” The Master panted, “I should’ve kept you all to myself the moment you started travelling with me, I was a fool to share something as precious as you with anyone else, let alone the Doctor.”

While he was talking you had managed to get his zip down and began palming him over his underwear, you could already feel his length straining against the material from how desperate he was for you.

“You don’t have to share me anymore.” You promised him, while you slowly pulled his trousers and boxers down together until his member was freed from its confinement, it sprung up against his stomach and the Master hissed from the feeling of it suddenly coming into contact with the cold air, churches weren’t exactly renowned for being the warmest of places.

He didn’t have to suffer for long as you were soon wrapping your warm palm around the base to drag it up to his tip, letting your hand slightly twist around the head before dragging it back to the base to repeat the routine.

His breathing grew even heavier and you didn’t miss the way the muscles of his stomach twitched as you paid close attention to the head.

With one fist buried into the crumbled up fabric of his robe, keeping him grounded, he moved his other hand to comb his fingers through your hair to secure a fist full of it at the crown of your head.

“That’s enough teasing, pet.” He huffed, urging your head closer to his length and who were you to disobey your Master?

You lowered your head, never breaking eye contact as he watched you with his lids lazily dropped. You brought your tongue out to give the head a quick lick before wrapping your lips around it and hollowing your cheeks as you dragged your head back up until it released with a pop, after that you flattened your tongue against his base and dragged it all the way to his tip which you swirled your tongue around before you closed your lips around it once again, this time moving your head down his shaft and the Master encouraged you further with the fist full of hair he still had a secure grip on, until the blunt head collided with the back of your throat and you let out a splutter, he loosened his grip allowing you to freely raise your own head but you just brought your mouth to his tip before you where sinking back down again as far as you could go.

“So good for your Master,” he breathlessly praised you, which only spurred you on further as his hips began to involuntary thrust up into your mouth, chasing his impending high.

He broke your eye contact when he threw his head back against the back of the church bench, moaning your name in pleasure and you saw his Adam’s apple bop up and down, swallowing a gulp from the way his mouth watered.

You began to quicken your pace, hollowing your cheeks harder and rubbing the part you couldn’t reach with your hand to bring him towards his orgasm.

By now your eyes had started watering from the attack on your gag reflex but you didn’t mind since your eyes weren’t the only things that became more damp with each thrust that hit the back of your throat, you clenched your thighs in an attempt to offer yourself some relief but it didn’t go far.

“M’gonna come,” he warned you through clenched teeth, it was the only noticed you got before his hips bucked towards you a few times until finally his release spilled onto your tongue as your name spilled out of his mouth, he had tightened his grip on your hair making your scalp burn from the harsh hold but it only sent a wave of pleasure through the pit of your stomach.

Once his body relaxed so did his hold and he gently ran his palm over your scalp to sooth you as he caught his breath, his head still rested back against the back of the bench, you tucked his now half hard member back into his underwear before you nuzzled your face into his palm which he had brought to your cheek after he had stroked it through your hair.

You had your eyes closed you hadn’t noticed he was reaching forward for you until you felt his hands gripping you under your arm pits, urging you to your feet, you did as he wanted and his hands slid from under your arms and down your rib cage until they gripped your waist and he pulled you down to straddle his lap.

He looked up at you, his eyes bounced back and forth between yours before he extended his neck towards you to capture your lips with his own, his hand moved up to the back of your neck to keep you in place, while his tongue brushed across your bottom lip.

Your own hands were rested on his shoulders to keep yourself steady, you couldn’t help the way your hips began to grind into his as you searched for anyway to relieve the tension that had built from providing him with pleasure.

After he felt your hips rhythmically stroking against his he moved his hands to your love handles to still your movements with a bruising grip.

You whined in protest but he gently shushed you, dragging a finger over your lips.

“Does my human need her Master?” He taunted, and you desperately nodded as you looked into his sparkling eyes, looking more himself than he had the entire night, a broad smile creeped on his face when he saw the yearning in yours.

“Use your words, love.” He urged.

“I need you, Master.” You mumbled, vocalising your desires was something you still struggled with but when you travelled with him he had always encouraged you to be vocal, not only did it make it easier for him to know exactly what you needed he revelled in watching you beg him.

He gently patted your thigh, prompting you to lift off his lap with a quick peck to your lips.

“Come on, love, let’s go to my tardis, where I can take proper care of you.” He promised, and you weren’t going to turn him down, not ever again, you still hadn’t got the answers you had come here for but that could wait, for now you had better things to do.

#doctor who #dhawan!master #the master #sacha dhawan #dhawan master #dhawan!master x you #dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master imagine #doctor who imagine #fleabag #doctor who fanfic #the master x reader #the master x you

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sawwyouuinadream · 4 years

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I have little to do in life, and especially in this quarantine, it boils down to only waking up and going to sleep. So I thought of compiling my favourite wlw couples for the sake of my fellow gaybies or anyone for that matter:

1) Emily and Sue

Hands down best couple award goes to them. I have been obsessed with the Apple+ Tv original, called Dickinson, starring Hailee Steinfield as Emily Dickinson, the 18th Century poet. Personally, I have always been a fan of Emily's poems, but the show made me fall in love with her even more. I was intrigued by the queer undertones in her poems but damn. This show portrays her to be in a relationship with her brother's fiance and her best friend, Sue. Many Dickinson scholars still belive they were in a full blown relationship for 40 years, even though meanwhile Sue mothered three of Austin's children. Emily never married. Her poems are an ode to the love of her life: Sue Gilbert Dickinson.

Hats off to Sue tho, her children had the same genes as her lover. Lmao.

2) Casey and Izzie

CAZZIE NATION FOR LIFE. Okay so toning down the excitement, I want to just say THANK YOU NETFLIX FOR ANOTHER SEASON . I loved Casey and Evan's relationship though. They were a really cute couple. But man. Izzie makes her go all wiggly woggly craazy. Bridgette Lundy Paine's acting is so on point. This coming of age couple beautifully captures the insecurities, the dilemma and the drama of a homosexual relationship. It is so fucking sweet and authentic that I just can't ... ::::0

Atypical as a show is very good and I recommend everyone to watch it. It's heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time.

3) Eve and Villanelle.

Can I just . OMG. They REALLY KISSED. AFTER TWO MF SEASONS. EVE AND VILLANELLE KISSED ON LESBIAN VISIBILITY DAY. MY OVARIES EXPLODED.

If you're gay and you haven't watched Killing Eve, I must say, you're missing out dude. It's just everything. Phoebe Waller Bridge's impeccable wit makes it deliciously crazy. An international assassin being chased by an M16 agent, and them being in love amidst a lot of people being killed? Omg and Omg.

I just want an episode where they have a beautiful dinner and make love, no strings attached. Then Villanelle can resume her killings and Eve can just be Eveing again. Ugh.

4) Amy and Hope

Dude. This is THE LESBIAN TEEN ROMANCE OR FOR THAT MATTER ANY KIND OF TEEN ROMANCE A TEENAGER CAN DREAM ABOUT. Your first kiss is coincidentally the hottest girl in the school and you start making out with her in the bathroom at a party?? Heck yeah!! You vomit on her, put your finger in the wrong hole and she still gives you HER PHONE NUMBER. Oh my god I want a spin-off.

5) Rue and Jules:

Euphoria is a complex show. But isn't a gay Zendaya a fucking blessing? Sure it is. Her relationship with Jules in the show is very toxic (literally and metaphorically) . Yet I love it. Coz gay haha.

I made a list of all the teenage wlw couples. Obviously I saw the beautiful, exotic, oui oui enchanté film Portrait of a lady on fire, and it was just breathtaking. Also, in other news Orange is the New Black has been renewed. So it's been a great time of my life.

Lemme know your favourites.!!!

:))

#wlw culture #dickinson apple tv #cazzie #euphoria #killing eve #villaneve #gay love

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mydarlingwitcher · 4 years

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I was tagged by @teddylacroix and @marvelousmaize, thank you both darlings 💛

Name: Marti, which is short for Martina! It comes from Latin and it basically means ‘sacred to Mars’, Roman god of War, so beware 🔪 🔪 jk I’m a harmless cinnamon roll

Zodiac: Taurus. I don’t care for astrology but the standard description of this sign quite fits me

Favorite musicians or bands: Queen, Florence + the Machine, Bastille, The Killers and The Amazing Devil

Favorite sports team: um, I’m not big on sports and those I enjoy the most aren’t team sports. Let’s go with the Italian Olympics fencing team, which has blessed us with many victories and joys in the past.

Other blogs: just the one! And I still don’t know what I’m doing here. I was active on Tumblr back when stuff like Sherlock, Doctor Who and Hannibal was all the rage, but I was mostly a lurker. Apparently it took a himbo witcher and a feral bard for me spiral. Thoroughly enjoying the ride so far!

Do I get asks: I get some when I reblog prompt posts (which, if you’re waiting on me, apologies! I am just a veeery slow writer), but I’d love to get more asks actually 🌼 talk to me, I’m very approachable, if slightly boring

How many blogs do I follow: 288 at the moment

What I’m wearing: black leggings, red track jacket, very colorful socks. While lamenting the fact I can’t go out and wear all my pretty clothes in this wonderful spring weather ofc

Dream vacation: visiting Japan would be a dream come true. But actually any trip outside of Europe! I’ve never been that far away and I’m so curious to experience different cultures and sceneries

Dream car: oh dear, I love driving, but I’m the least car-person you’ll ever meet - also I suck at parking. I’ll be perfectly happy with a Volkswagen Polo, really. Or if we wanna aim really high, a Model 3 Tesla. My priority is my car not having a boring colour, that’s all you need to know about me

Favorite food: there’s so manyyyy, how to pick? Pizza is a must. Waffles are my favourite comfort food. Fave dish that I can cook well? Probably spaghetti alla carbonara! Oh, and I love baking, my huge muffins are also pretty good

Drink of choice: I’m a tea addict. If we’re talking alcoholic drinks, either a blanche beer or Prosecco

Languages: Italian is my native language! I like to think I’m pretty good at English too - it’s seriously one of the few subjects that has always come easy for me. I can understand some written French and Spanish and I can probably still manage some good old Latin translation if I put my mind to it

Celebrity crush: ahem, Joey Batey (obviously), Adam Driver, David Tennant, Natalie Portman, Benedict Cumberbatch, Gwendoline Christie, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, to name a few

Random fact: I love board games and crosswords

Phew, I prattled a bit! I feel like everyone I ‘know’ has done this already, so I’m not tagging anyone this time around, but if you see the post floating and want to play, as always, go for it!

#about marti #tag game #if you read this entire thing congrats i owe you a muffin

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wellntruly · 5 years

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FLEABAG Notes - Season 2, Ep 4

Oh fuck this is the one where he does that thing

Ho ho WHICH DO I MEAN!

[collapsing]

Season 2, Episode 4

the Priest is trying on different fancy priest robes for Fleabag so she can help him decide what to wear to the wedding and incidentally I’m iN HEAVEN

how am I in Heaven and still also Dying?

who has giffed for me the Priest spinning back into the dressing room with his robe lifting around him like a whirling dervish revealing this scarlet lining & I shriek?

he just really loves dressing in the vestments and as always, passion is CHARMING

Phoebe Waller-Bridge saying “His arms” voice: Her face. also his arms. his arms and her face! lord I can’t take it

“WhyY?! Why would you believe in something awful when you could beliEVE IN SOMETHING WONDERFUULL!!!” Andrew fucking Scott, sir

it’s when he shouts in fearless exhilaration on a public street and then drags her off to show her something he thinks is really special that I realized he’s her Manic Pixie Dream Priest, and god fucking bless u for this Phoebe.

GOD no wonder Fleabag is getting so turned around in love shambles that for the first time ever she’s starting to mix up who she’s talking to! (it’s so good loves, it’s so goooood)

in many instances what Fleabag finds erotic I do not in fact share with her. but not in this case. in this case I absolutely agree with how sitting silently in a Quaker meeting across from your beautiful priest friend would be HIGHLY erotique.

I wasn’t surprised that Fleabag was surprised to find herself moved to stand up and say something, as clearly she lives in a constant urge to divulge that we are very happy for her to INdulge in—but I was startled into a ring of laughter at WHAT SHE ACTUALLY SAYS

anyway something Emily and I talked about while watching this season is how they say Martin makes Claire laugh, and that’s supposed to be a big part of why we accept him as her partner, but we never really see him making Claire laugh do we? just in one flashback when Fleabag first explains it? we kinda just have his and Claire’s word for it, is the impression I get. on the other hand: Fleabag makes the Priest laugh aaaall the tiiiime. visibly and often. she’s made him distinctly break into laughter in every episode, twice in a sober spiritual setting! it’s so dear and moving and adorable I could bust.

the cut from the Priest asking “What!” with increasingly heightened energy to “—the fuuuck!!!” as he exclaims happily at the guinea pig he’s holding aloft in his hands is *mwa mwa mwa mwa chef’s kiiisssses*

Priest: “What do guinea pigs do?” Fleabag: “Uh, they’re born, they shit themselves with fear and then they die. :D” Priest: [dissolves into laughter again]

he’s just SO lovely though, I mean gosh I get it Flea

I do not believe we previously had this detail that Godmother was her mother’s student at one point. was Fleabag’s mom also an artist?? student of what!

she’s gotten so visibly strained as he asks her questions about her “stepmother-to-be”, and he’s taken on this soft focus. oh not soft focus the theatre thing where you hold the whole room in your awareness, kinda the opposite where he’s focused ooonly on her, but softly, with softness

the Fleabag who blithely informed a cabbie that her best friend has died in the first episode of the series now finds herself very reluctant to tell this same information to the Priest, which is very interesting, and then a friendly ghost of Boo sitting at a nearby table eating a sandwich shakes her head no in agreement with Fleabag, even more interesting, and she’s still stammering and he’s still asking and she glances at us like she’s asking for support, whoa interesting, that’s unusual for our relationship! we can’t help you in this way darling, we’re on the other side of a screen! and then the Priest, he asks “..What?” in that way where it’s like he saw something…. “What is that?” he asks again after she tries to retreat from his questions to our safe world of distancing snark, and again like last night! he’s almost glancing in our direction!!! whAT can he do that??!!

“That—thing, that you’re doing. It’s like you disappear.” “What?” “What are you not telling me?” “Nothing!” “Tell me what’s going on underneath there!” “What, nothing!” “Tell me! C’mon, you can tell me!” “No!”

“AAaahhh!!!” Priest shrieks, “What are you doing!!!!” and “AAAAAHHHHH!!!!” Emily and I shrieked, because WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!! he shouldn’t be able to look at us!!!!!! AND THAT’S THE FUCKING *POINT* IN’IT. TOO INTIMATE TOO SEEN SOUND THE BELLS!

our hearts are pounding, naturally, ours and hers, so of course this whole thing falls off kilter, with Fleabag reflexively pushing him away and calling him churchy, and the Priest slipping at this suddenly shifting ground between them and accidentally saying something quite churchy indeed. they end up parting on awkward dismayed terms, and I am strained.

but all that was woo SUCH A MOMENT that I evidently felt the need to just recap the whole thing!! sure you understand!! whew, fuck I gotta snap out of this, if I start fully RECAPPING we’ll be here all NIGHT.

here let’s just take a moment now to reflect on the ass of Fleabag’s tall sailor-y pants, and how it’s good, it’s a good look

ooooo we have nooottt gotten anywhere near their mother’s funeral before, oh boy, she’s rattled, he’s rattling things loose

the music in this episode is different, btw. it hasn’t been the dramatic choral stuff, it’s these almost vaguely martial horns. kinda elegiac, actually. incidentally, DID WE KNOW Fleabag’s composer for both seasons is Phoebe’s sister Isobel Waller-Bridge, and a good amount of what’s being sung in her original choral tracks are naughty phrases in Greek???! COULD THIS BE MORE PERFECT!!?

there are a handful of things in this season where I just know in my soul they’re brilliant but I feel like I would only be able to consciously understand Why if I could see into five dimensions or something. I’m thinking the Priest’s thing with the foxes, Fiona Shaw’s dry forearms moment, and how no matter how desperately she tried to not, Fleabag looked amazing at her mother’s funeral

Boo: “Just take some of your makeup off.” Fleabag: “I’m not wearing any makeup.” Boo: “--Whut?!”

Claire, walking in: “Oh what the hell, you look incredible.”

every single person paying their condolences and then telling Fleabag she looks radiant, I can’t I’m losing it!

babes have we emotionally dealt with how Boo was clearly Fleabag’s look-sharer and now we’re her replacement. I know I still haven’t!

“[crying] It’s just, funerals where you actually knew the person—” Harry have you been to many funerals where you didn’t?

Olivia Coleman says “Always” five times in a row and it’s like the acting equivalent of watching someone do a standing backflip. five times.

her Dad only ever says the first half of sentences, one after another, and you can get a sort of sense of what he’s trying to say but honestly, it’s always half shrouded in the mystery of his strange, Scottish, dadly heart

god, Godmother smiling in the doorway. Ms. Coleman how do you DO it!

Scottish Dad: “Shea loorves yooohrrr.”

“I just don’t know what to do,” Fleabag tells her Dad, tears in her eyes, and aahhh we’re adding this to the pin we got from her counseling session

Fleabag & Boo 😢❤️“I don’t know what to do with it. With all the love I have for her. I don’t know where to…put it now.” “I’ll take it. No I’m serious, it sounds lovely.” laughter “I’ll have it. You have to give it to me.” “Okay.” ❤️ 💔 “It’s gotta go somewhere.” 😭😩

it’s so FLEABAG, that the moment she decides to just get down on her knees in a Catholic church and pray, a rap song starts up from a side room

a priest: “Whoa fuck! Fuck! Jesus!”

LOL, Flea: “Why are you awake, it’s 9:45!”

he’s in a partly undone cassock wandering the church at night in sweetly addled drunk distraction having visions of her? fucking fantastic

Emily: “He does have somewhat of an alcohol problem.” Me, reflecting on my alcoholoves Father Guiterrez and Reverend Toller: “Yeah no this just seems perfectly in keeping with my good church boys.”

the best way I can describe the impact this has on me is that it makes me feel like I’m being tickled and also about to fall off a cliff. in a horny way. if I recall, what I specifically exclaimed when this first happened, in the above effervescently frantic attitude, was, “Nohohoho you can’t you’re so disheveled!!!” ??

he is VERY drunk. he got very drunk after their tragic goodbye earlier today. it should not be so endearing. but it is.

a big part of the success of the Hot Priest (in matters of both Hot, and Priest) is that Andrew Scott has the ability to perform anything, any weird thing at all, with just tremendous amounts of goodwill. even when he’s being a little darkly strange or pointed with you you feel like he loves you. the strongest feeling at the base of it is always affection.

also the dancing fucking Irish accent. a genuine question: would the Hot Priest be quite as devastating without his sloshy lilt?

LIKE---

Fleabag: “I was on the verge of having a little prayer actually.” Priest: “[chuckle] No, nonononononono, don’t, you--don’t you da—that’s my thing. What were you praying about? Please say you were praying for me, I could do with the extra pair of hands. Mine don’t seem to have the fucking reach anymore—” and as he jumps up at the shelves at last the bottle he was after falls into his grasp. like what the fuck do I do with this!!

for one brief Catholic moment while gazing at the bottle, he becomes a fey self-poisoning Sebastian Flyte

related: the closer he gets to falling from God the more holy he looks to me. sorry for a fourth, fifth time about my Paradox of Sacredness I’ll find in everything!

anyway, poor Priest’s really on the VERGE of a lot of things tonight! Fleabag is looking at him with a fair measure of concern and some alarm as he jumps dizzily from topic to topic to, uh, someone who wanted to be a saint so badly he castrated himself

let’s start collecting the Priest’s very good toasts: “May these be the worst of our days.” “Here’s to peace—and those who get in the way of it.”

self described nerd showing off his pretty purple vestments he went all the way to Rome for before he was even allowed to wear them, god this sucks why is he like this

“I knew I wanted a bold, you know, this color, but proper plum, you can only get proper plum in Italy. Sometimes I worry I’m only in it for the outfits.” third gayest thing he’s done. and first most Lenny Belardo.

he looks at us again when she does, but after that initial bolt of a surprise earlier, now it’s steadier. slower. something with more promise. [shiver]

Priest: “Come with me. I know what to do with you.” Emily & I: [garbled noises]

I love this ‘all cats look grey in the dark’, ‘in the middle of the night everyone is a Catholic’ thing

I actually really thought that S was going to become Secrets, not Sins. tell me your Secrets.

Fleabag, laughing, a drink in her hand in a confessional: “Why would I tell you my sins?” Priest, so happily and cajoling and sloshed: “Because it will make you feel betteerrr! And because I want to knoowww.”

I had half forgot that he still thought she’d had that miscarriage. he’s pretty struck by finding out it was a lie.

have we gathered up all our pins?? because here we gooooo

Priest: “It’s okay to not know what you want.” Fleabag: “No I know what I want, I know exactly what I want, I know.” Priest: “What’s that?” Fleabag: “It’s bad.” Priest: “That’s okay.” Fleabag: “I want someone to tell me what to wear in the morning.” Priest, laughing: “Well I think there are people who can—” Fleabag: “No I want someone to tell me what to wear every morning. I want someone to tell me what to eat, what to like, what to hate, what to rage about. What to listen to, what band to like, what to buy tickets for, what to joke about, what not to joke about. I want someone to tell me what to believe in. Who to vote for and who to love and how to tell them. [voice breaking, starting to cry] I just think I want someone to tell me…how to live my life Father because so far I think I’ve been getting it wrong. And I know that’s why people want you in their lives, because you just tell them how to do it! You just tell them what to do, and what they’ll get out of the end of it, and even though I don’t believe your bullshit and I know that scientifically nothing I do makes any difference in the end anyway I’m still scared why am I still scared?” Fleabag: “So just tell me what to do. Just fucking tell me what to do Father!”

THIS IS SO REAL & MUCH

and when he tells her to kneel, it’s both the last thing and the first thing it was going to be

the choral song finally coming back with an extra boom (like thunder, the thunder at the end of Ep 2!) as he pulls the curtain aside, looking saturnine and sexy

Fleabag’s big expressive eyes looking up at him! him kneeling too, to touch her face soo lightly, both hands, their lips touch sooo delicately at first. we have never heard this part of the song before.

if u ask me, and u are here so you’re gonna just find out, the moment it gets truly Hot is when Fleabag pushes the Priest up against the confessional booth, and suddenly you remember that she’s undoing him as much as he has undone her tonight. because Fleabag got super vulnerable there, and the Priest took advantage of that! but she also knows that he’s super drunk right now and nearly seeing things, and she took advantage of that! but it’s like an agreement between them, because they each wanted, sooo wanted the other to take advantage of them. they each wanted someone to open them up in the way they weren’t, their oppositely balanced Bodies & Souls, wanted this other person to finally pull them over the edge, to fall together.

until it’s the painting that falls, with a heavy crack against the marble floor. the Priest looks so worried, frightened, and without a word---so unusual for him!---he walks away, pulling his hands over his face

and this, this space right here between this episode and the next?? I would LIVE in this space, this long dark night of the Priest’s soul is my sweet spot, hell yeah. torment! agony! wrecked in a delirium of holy fear and longing! absolutely does he think he sees her again, and absolutely do we play with the magical realism seeping into the fourth wall to say that maybe he does, maybe she does too, looks for us and sees the Priest instead, dreamy and dark and yes yes yesss

anyway. this is why I don’t write this show. I just write these.

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Fleabag Notes

Season 2: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3 | Season 1

And I have a tag for all my Fleabag content now! It is, very originally, Tarra’s Fleabag Tag

#Fleabag spoilers #Fleabag #Tarra's Fleabag Tag #Tarra takes notes

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My opinion: Nobody else could play Villanelle and Eve like Jodie Comer and Sandra Oh but...Jodie is 29 and Sandra is 51. The 21-22 age difference is kinda disgusting. I guess an older actress could've been cast for Villanelle, or a younger actress for Eve, but then again, nobody else could play these characters. What do you think?

I agree with you that nobody else could have played these characters. Not the other actresses that read or tried out for the part of Villanelle and certainly not Maya Rudolph as Eve. Sometimes the planets and stars align and the coffee is brewed just so and the music hits the perfect note and you just get it right. Sandra Oh IS Eve. Jodie Comer IS Villanelle. I can't conceive of any other actress playing those parts. Accept no substitutes.

The world is full of beautiful and talented and capable actresses who could have been Eve and Villanelle. No question. Maybe Sandra decides she doesn't want to spend months on end flying from L.A. to London. Maybe Jodie decides not to fight the odds to be cast as Villanelle and tells, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, "Thanks, but no thanks." I don't get what's so "disgusting" about the age difference between the two leads. Younger women can't be attracted to older women or something? If it bothers you, then stick to Luke Jennings' books where Eve and Villanelle are closer in age. For the purposes of Waller-Bridge, she chose to go with Oh and Comer based on their chemistry together and not their age gap. There are many reasons why it shouldn't have worked, but none of them matter. What does matter is it did work. PWB, BBC America, and Sid Gentle Productions paired a young White woman from Liverpool with a heavy accent with a mature Korean woman from Canada and living in Los Angeles as an Englishwoman, and said, "Make magic happen." They made the magic. PWB's brilliant writing got the ball rolling, but it was the awesome abilities of Comer and Oh as the thespians who made Killing Eve's heart beat so strongly that carried the show through four years of churning through head writers, directors, actors, scripts, dialogue and plots of wildly varying quality. Sandra wins a Golden Globe. Jodie scores a BAFTA and an Emmy. The show garners near-universal praise and acclaim for a brilliant first season. The momentum slows in the second season but remains high with Comer's Villanelle emerging as the show's breakout sensation while Oh plugs away in a secondary, but still significant role. Along comes Season Three and with it a noticeable and precipitous drop in momentum and quality. Oh is stuck muddling along in a reduced role that only reacts to the actions of others and precipitates nothing, and is so overlooked and ignored by the head writer Eve is completely written out of an entire episode despite being the titular character. Comer sleepwalks through the third season only coming alive briefly in the award-bait solo flex for Villanelle and random moments throughout.

Season Three is lesser Killer Eve with both actresses left stranded by muddled and unfocused writing as well as the unnecessary introduction of superfluous characters and dead-end plots, but it's brilliant compared to the shitshow that was Season Four, the one season that doesn't require a deep dive because it gives me a fucking headache to say any more about it over than fuck Laura Neal. Yet despite the drop-off of Season Three and the catastrophe that was Season Four, at no point in Killing Eve's brilliant rise and graceless fall can the blame be placed on Oh or Comer going through the motions and phoning it in. They TRIED hard. Even in the moments when Jodie seemed checked out, she was still balling hard and acting her ass off. Both were again nominated in the lackluster two seasons for Best Lead Actress in a Drama only to lose to Zendaya for Euphoria in 2021, an outcome that may play out again in 2022 next month at the Emmys. Who cares? Awards are nice little ego strokes for the winners and help them maximize their earnings potential, but they are lousy measuring sticks for what's really exceptional and what's not. Win or lose, Sandra Oh and Jodie Comer remain the saving grace of Killing Eve. Nobody else could have made the magic in quite the way they did.

#killing eve #anonymous asks #eve x villanelle #villaneve #killing eve analysis #thank you anon #you don't have to agree #just my opinion ❤️#sandra oh is my eve polastri #jodie comer is my villanelle #accept no substitutes #don't know what you've got til it's gone #god bless phoebe waller bridge #sandra oh #jodie comer

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i really never thought i was going to get back onto this god forsaken website but here i am. i blame succession.

but i am looking for people to follow so if you are into any of these things, let me know so i can follow you:

- SUCCESSION (obvi) - bon appetit and honestly anything food related - the west wing - anything film related - everything phoebe waller-bridge

god bless u all

#succession #succession hbo #bon appetit #the west wing #phoebe waller-bridge #killing eve #fleabag

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in-for-a-drama · 5 years

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Fleabag season 2 episode 5

HAIR IS EVERYTHING.

God bless Phoebe Waller-Bridge.

Seriously, I have no idea how to go on living after I finish the last episode of the show next Monday without Phoebe making my day and my week.

The penultimate episode.

All the cards are on the table. The episode is so... raw, so intense but not excessively.

I really love the scene with Fleabag telling Claire about the priest.

Also, the scene at the hairdresser’s (Antonio?) was really good, especially that “if you want to change your life, change your life. It’s not going to happen in here”.

I guess I take that quote too much to heart... I mean I myself during the university years really yearned for some change in my life. What I really wanted is of course is to change my own pitiful self.

Instead I first went for outer transformation like growing out my hair or cutting it short. It made me feel refreshed for a while, but at the end of the day it didn’t bring relief but made it worse like... I put on an outfit that was not my size. Since I couldn’t catch up with my new image.

And that’s why I think if you’re determined to make the change, then first you have to do everything to make it happen. And maybe halfway (or even quarterway) you can change your appearance since then it will also give you strength to go on....

Sorry for the rumble.

This episode was so sincere.

I really love the main couple. I’m not sure how this will end but omg their dynamics! So honest, so awkward but adorable, yet intense and really deep. Such a beautiful pair. I just pray they don’t explode TOT

Oh. And I’m really happy I got to see that guy working in the bank from the first season!

Also. Really love all the reprises to the first season episode 1. So many moments that are similar but different at the same time.

And now I’m off to google the difference between guinea pigs and hamsters.

#tv show #watching now #bbc #fleabag bbc #fleabag

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wistfulcynic · 5 years

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Yet another tag meme

Tagged by: the gorgeous @distant-rose

Put your playlist on shuffle and name the first four songs.

Do You Want The Truth or Something Beautiful, Paloma Faith

Wildflowers, Tom Petty

Shake It Out, Florence + The Machine

Just Breathe, Pearl Jam

Grab the nearest book. Turn to page 23, line 27.

“...à la terre et au ciel, et que pour honorer ses morts, il faut vivre.” -- Muriel Barbery, Un Étrange Pays

(”...to the earth and to the heavens, and that to honour their dead they must live.”)

Ever had a song or a poem written about you?

My high school boyfriend tried, bless him. They were mostly about how messed up I was. Good times.

When was the last time you played air guitar?

I don’t really air guitar, I tend more to air drumming. Which I may have done one morning in my kitchen not long ago.

Celebrity crushes?

Phoebe Waller-Bridge. I try not to crush on celebrities, but there are some people who do things I really admire and I think she’s phenomenal. If you haven’t watched Fleabag yet, DO IT NOW.

Sounds I hate/love?

I hate white noise. Fans, refrigerators, anything that hums in the background. I don’t notice it until it stops, then I just melt into the silence.

I love the sound of my cats purring, and waves on the beach. And rain drumming on the roof when I don’t have to go anywhere that day.

Do you drive, and have you ever crashed?

I don’t drive, but I have been in several scary car situations with other people driving. Mostly involving Wisconsin winter weather, and then that one time the car in front of us hit a deer and my dad and I thought we had hit it. That was straight up terrifying.

Last book you read?

Hahahahaha I haven’t read anything but CS fanfic for more than a year. The last one I started was Un Étrange Pays, quoted above. According to my Kindle app, the last book I finished was The Hanging Tree by Ben Aaronovich. Which reminds me, he has since published another book that I need to freaking read, just as soon as all of you quit writing amazing CS fic.

Do you believe in ghosts?

I believe in the theoretical possibility of ghosts.

Do you believe in aliens?

I don’t believe that aliens are something you believe in, like God or monsters under the bed. I think that the universe is so complex and our understanding of it so limited that the likelihood of there being other sentient beings somewhere within it is too high to discount.

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Yes. Disturbingly so.

Last movie you saw?

Bottle Shock, last night. The last one I saw in the cinema was Rocketman.

Do you have an obsession right now?

My attention span is too short for obsessions. Probably just finishing my WIPs.

Do you tend to hold grudges?

Yes. I don’t form them easily but once I do I hold on to them until the end of time.

Tagging: @thisonesatellite @katie-dub @welllpthisishappening @thejollyroger-writer @shireness-says @mariakov81 @stahlop @winterbaby89 @kmomof4

#tag meme #answered

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Everything I’m Going to Watch in April (April Premieres Bring May...Other Premieres)

God I can't believe it's April, our lives are just draining away down the slop sink of 2018. I did a medium okay job of watching things in March, and really that's all we can ask for in this life.

Atlanta - I was extremely dragged by the acoustic Paper Boi cover, and rightly so.

Academy Awards - I would have done better in my bracket (and in life) had I not made some choices out of spite.

Hard Sun - Not a bad series per say, but on a whole couldn't deliver on the promise of the first episode. If you want to watch a truly whacked-out, hyper-violent show about the end of the world, may I once again recommend Utopia.

Jessica Jones - Even though my love for the character of Jessica Jones is undying, pure, and forever, this season was admittedly a disappointment. Without the direction and focus given by Kilgrave, the plot suffered from the meandering that plagues the rest of the Marvel Netflix Universe.

Collateral - Haven't gotten to it yet, which is shameful because it's only four episodes.

Drag Race - After a somewhat unfulfilling All Stars season, this new group of queens is extremely promising in both talent and dramz.

Requiem - Also not yet!

Santa Clarita Diet - Oh f, I forgot this premiered, I still intend to watch it.

Silicon Valley - Zach Woods is honestly the most underrated person on television, god bless and keep his precious spirit.

Barry - I have not watched this yet, nor have I heard any rumblings about it....suspicious.

Call the Midwife- New midwife alert!!!!

Trust - A bit odd and meandering, but electric in the way that all of Danny Boyle's projects are. I love Anna Chancellor.

The Terror - Have not watched but I WILL FRIENDS, I WILL.

A Series of Unfortunate Events - In my defense this only went up on Friday and I was extremely dedicated to spending my entire three day weekend lying down in a dark room.

I actually did much better with my tv watching then I thought, things only took a poor turn near the end of the month as fatigue set in. Thankfully, there is a ton of new stuff to pile on the tire fire of my tv watching schedule.

Tuesday April 3rd

Legion Season 2 (10pm on FX)

Legion season two!!! I loved the first season of this show SO MUCH I wrote a little essay about it, which you can read here. Legion is the superhero content that feels the most 'free' in it's delivery. Out of the box is an understatement. With exquisite aesthetic, high stakes mutant action sequences, and intermittent dance breaks, Legion is easily my most anticipated show of April.

The Last OG (10:30pm on TBS)

While TNT's recent dramas have been a hot underdeveloped mess, the TBS comedy slate has been filled with stand outs. That's why, despite the extreme delays in release, I am cautiously optimistic about Tracy Morgan's return to television. Also it co-stars Tiffany Haddish!!! The only way I could love her more is if she would just tell us who bit Beyonce, or at least confirm it was Sanaa Lathan (Editor’s note: It has been confirmed).

Sunday April 8th

Killing Eve (8pm on BBC America)

Okay, Legion is still my number one most excited show, but Killing Eve is a close second. "What's this Martha, I've seen very little marketing for it," you (the reader) fairly question. IT IS THE NEW SHOW FROM PHOEBE WALLER-BRIDGE BOW DOWN AND RECEIVE IT AND BE GRATEFUL. If you don't know who Ms. Waller-Bridge is (and if you don't never tell me), she was the creator of Fleabag, Crashing (UK one, NOT Apatow one), and is the light of my life. The fact that show is about a lady psychopath and the lady FBI agent that hunts her is mere icing on the cake. Honestly this show could be about anything, Phoebe wrote and thusly I have arrived for it.

Howard's End (8pm on Starz)

This adaptation of the scandalous EM Forster novel already aired on the BBC, but Starz is giving us scrub Americans the chance to watch it too. Brace yourself for suppression, drama, and Haley Atwell in period dress.

Friday April 13th- Rellik (10pm on Cinemax)

This could either be brilliant in a Memento sort of way, or horrible in a hot mess sort of way. Yet another serial killer drama, but the hook is the story is told in reverse (the title is 'killer' backwards. Do you get? Do you?) A strike against it for me is that I don't like knowing who the killer is up front (hence my inability to watch The Fall), but I also appreciate shows that take risks in storytelling so who knows! Maybe they'll kill it (get it?)

Sunday April 22nd - Westworld (9pm on HBO)

Wow this show totally snuck up on me, I know it's been a long time since season 1, but at the same time I don't feel ready for season 2. The first outing of this show had some highs (Jimmi Simpson forever) and some lows (weird convoluted mysteries that weren't as clever as they thought they were). But I'm optimistic that enough time has passed for HBO to iron out the kinks, and there was enough interest in season 1 for me to come back for more. Also the promise of Samurai World.

Wednesday April 25th -The Handmaid's Tale (Hulu)

I am not one of those people who's a stickler for book adaptations to be unyieldingly loyal to the source material. In fact, I prefer an adaptation that is able to run with the theme a bit, or explore the original work in a way only achievable via visual medium. That being said since season one of this show ran out of book to cover, I can't help feeling a bit tentative about season two. Don't get me wrong there was a lot I LOVED about the first season, Reed Morano's first three episodes were beautifully executed, and Elisabeth Moss turned in one of the best performances I have ever seen on television. But there were a few missteps that deviated from the intention of the book that had me a bit worried, and coupled with a very troubling q and a I attended with the white male show runner... I just don't want to get my hopes up too too high. Hopefully though, this will be just as amazing as I want it to be!

And that's it! Not as jam-packed as March, but there is a LOT of high quality programming here. I will admit usually these lists are more aspirational for me than strictly achievable, but I can assure you I absolutely WILL be tuning into ever show here (except if Rellik turns out to be as dumb as it's name). I know it seems like I should be able to get through a lot more TV every month, but what you don't see listed here is that I'm still loyally watching Riverdale and America's Next Top Model and also taking a lot of in between naps.

April Forever,

#Everything I'm watching #everything i'm going to watch #other tv #april #martha writes #tv writing #tv gifs #handmaid's tale #westworld #last og #legion fx #rellik #howard's end #killing eve #phoebe waller-bridge

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‘Thrones,’ ‘Fleabag’ top Emmys, Billy Porter makes history

“Game of Thrones” resurrected the Iron Throne at Sunday’s Emmy ceremony, ruling as top drama on a night of surprises in which “Pose” star Billy Porter made history and the comedy series “Fleabag” led a British invasion that overturned expectations.

“This all started in the demented mind of George R.R. Martin,” said “Game of Thrones” producer David Benioff, thanking the author whose novels were the basis of HBO’s fantasy saga.

Porter, who stars in the FX drama set in the LGBTQ ball scene of the late 20th century, became the first openly gay man to win a best drama series acting Emmy .

“God bless you all. The category is love, you all, love. I’m so overjoyed and so overwhelmed to have lived to see this day,” said an exuberant Porter, resplendent in a sparkling suit and swooping hat.

Amazon’s “Fleabag,” a dark comedy about a dysfunctional woman, was honored as best comedy and earned writing and top acting honors for its British creator and star, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, as well as a best director trophy.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Waller-Bridge said in her third trip to the stage to collect the top trophy.

Her acting win blocked “Veep” star Julia Louis-Dreyfus from setting a record as the most-honored performer in Emmy history. “Fleabag’s” showing denied a fond farewell for its final season.

“Nooooo!” a shocked-looking Waller-Bridge said as Louis-Dreyfus smiled for the cameras. “Oh, my God, no. Thank you. I find acting really hard and really painful. But it’s all about this,” she said, her acting trophy firmly in hand.

In accepting the writing award earlier, she called the Emmy recognition proof that “a dirty, pervy, messed-up woman can make it to the Emmys.”

Porter, a Tony and Grammy Award winning performer, relished his groundbreaking moment. Quoting the late writer James Baldwin, he said it took him many years to believe he has the right to exist.

“I have the right, you have the right, we all have the right,” he said.

English actress Jodie Comer was honored as best drama actress for “Killing Eve.” She competed with co-star Sandra Oh, who received a Golden Globe for her role and would have been the first actress of Asian descent to win an Emmy in the category.

“My mum and dad are in Liverpool (England) and I didn’t invite them because I didn’t think this was going to be my time. One, I’m sorry, two I love you,” Comer said after saluting Oh.

Bill Hader won his second consecutive best comedy actor award for the hit man comedy “Barry.”

Peter Dinklage, named best supporting actor for “Game of Thrones,” set a record for most wins for the same role, four, breaking a tie with Aaron Paul of “Breaking Bad.”

“I count myself so fortunate to be a member of a community that is about nothing but tolerance and diversity, because in no other place I could be standing on a stage like this,” said Dinklage, who is a dwarf.

“Ozark” star Julia Garner won the best supporting drama actress trophy against a field including four actresses from “Game of Thrones.”

The auditorium erupted in cheers when Jharrel Jerome of “When They See Us,” about the Central Park Five case , won the best actor award for a limited series movie.

“Most important, this is for the men that we know as the Exonerated Five,” said Jerome, naming the five wrongly convicted men who were in the audience. They stood and saluted the actor as the crowd applauded them.

It was the only honor for the acclaimed Netflix series of the evening; “Chernobyl” won the best limited series honor.

The ceremony was brisk but, without a host, was overly reliant on the hit-and-miss jokes of presenters. It was ultimately the surprising wins such as Comer’s and the meaningful selections of Porter and Jerome that made the show.

HBO retained its durable front-runner status with the help of “Game of Thrones'” record-tying 12 wins. The channel had a total of 34 awards from Sunday and last weekend’s creative arts ceremony.

But streaming hit new Emmy heights, powered by Amazon Prime winners “Fleabag,” ”The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel” and “A Very English Scandal,” and Netflix’s “Bandersnatch (Black Mirror),” honored as best movie. Netflix collected 27 awards and Amazon nabbed 15.

Michelle Williams, honored as best actress for her portrayal of dancer Gwen Verdon in FX’s limited series “Fosse/Verdon,” issued a call to arms for gender and ethnic equality .

She thanked the network and studio behind the project for “paying me equally because they understood … when you put value into a person, it empowers that person to get in touch with their own inherent value. And where do they put that value, they put it into their work.

“And so the next time a woman and, especially a woman of color, because she stands to make 52 cents on the dollar compared to her white male counterpart, tells you what she needs in order to do her job, listen to her,” Williams said.

Patricia Arquette won the trophy best supporting limited-series or movie actress for “The Act.” She paid emotional tribute to her late trans sister, Alexis Arquette , and called for an end to prejudice against trans people, including in the workplace.

Ben Whishaw took the category’s supporting actor trophy for “A Very English Scandal,” admitting in charming British fashion to a hangover.

Alex Borstein and Tony Shalhoub of “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel” won best comedy supporting acting awards.

“I want to dedicate this to the strength of a woman, to (series creator) Amy Sherman-Palladino, to every woman on the ‘Maisel’ cast and crew,” Borstein said, and to her mother and grandmother. Her grandmother survived because she was courageous enough to step out of a line that, Borstein intimated, would have led to her death at the hands of Nazi Germany.

“She stepped out of line. And for that, I am here and my children are here, so step out of line, ladies. Step out of line,” said Borstein, who also won the award last year.

Shalhoub added to his three Emmys which he earned for his signature role in “Monk.”

The awards opened without a host as promised, with an early exchange pitting Ben Stiller against Bob Newhart.

“I’m still alive,” Newhart told Stiller, who introduced him as part of a wax museum comedy hall of fame that included Lucille Ball and George Burns.

Kim Kardashian West and Kendall Jenner drew some mocking laughter in the audience when they presented the reality competition award after Kardashian West said their family “knows firsthand how truly compelling television comes from real people just being themselves.”

An animated Homer Simpson made a brief appearance on stage until he was abruptly crushed, with Anderson of “black-ish” rushing in to, as he vowed, rescue the evening. He called “Breaking Bad” star Bryan Cranston on stage to tout the power of television from its beginning to the current golden age.

“Television has never been bigger. Television has never mattered more. And television has never been this damn good,” Cranston said.

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Associated Press Writer Beth Harris and AP Entertainment Writer Lindsey Bahr contributed to this report.

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