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beyondtheperfectlines-blog · 6 years

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Killing Eve 1x01

So I basically created a blog because I don’t know anyone who watches Killing Eve and I just need a space to talk about it lol.

From watching the trailer I wasn’t sure about the show. It seemed kinda dark and although I’m all for 2 women being obsessed with each other, I wasn’t completely sold… which is probably why I forgot it had premiered, but now I’ve watched the first episode and it was AMAZING! and I am completely hooked! The trailer totally undersells the show. The humor, the dynamics between ALL the characters, it is so much more than just a game of cat and mouse. It’s totally fresh, something never done before with 2 women as the lead characters, and great female side characters as well.

I knew Sandra Oh was going to be great, I’ve watched Grey’s Anatomy and a couple of other movies with her in it, but it was so amazing to see her play the lead (YES for Asian representation!), and Eve Polastri is such an incredible character. Jodie Comer was a revelation, she was great at speaking multiple languages, and I absolutely loved Villanelle. Also, hi Aunt Petunia!

So about the episode (under the cut because this got way longer than I thought)

I loved the humor

- When Eve says that at least they have the whole weekend to recover from the party and then being called in to work

- How little they cared about the Russian guy dying “oh no – why are they crying about it here?”

- “turns out people are still murderous bastards on the weekend”

- Everything Elena! The dynamic between her and Eve is amazing. That whole “how big are her breasts” convo was gold

I loved that Eve is kinda freaky

- All that screaming because she fell asleep on her arms

- When she let out a “cool” when Carolyn described how the Russian was killed and everybody was wtf

- When she punctured her own leg to ‘recreate’ the Russian’s death. Was she curious to see how hard you have to press to break the skin??

- Her elaborate plan to kill Niko and get away with it

And speaking of Niko, we’re probably supposed to think he’s boring with Eve repeating that he’s really well and nice and well, and Bill literally saying her husband is boring her, but I really liked him! and I usually don’t care about male characters. He’s just so supportive of her, sees through her, helps with her work, and he cooks and brings her drinks. And even when she’s being freaky he goes along with it “Smart, huh?” “Very.” “Sexy?” “Hugely!” Plus the “do you want to have sex?” thing and then obsessing about her work and him just going along with it.

Also, Sandra Oh’s facial expressions. Especially when she’s satisfied with herself: “she said Eeeeve!” & “oh yeah, no one could follow that!”

And it’s really the small moments that make the show so good and elevate it to another level. Like when Eve is trying to eat her croissant in the meeting and it’s awkward because the paper bag makes noise. So relatable. Eve and Bill swapping lunches at work like you would. That one nurse in the ‘fun’ scrubs because of course

Also:

- Sandra Oh saying “croissant”. She should speak more French.

- Elena being star struck by Carolyn Martens

- The music!!! It’s so good and really sets the mood

Now, let’s talk about Villanelle! My new fave.

She is so unique, does such unexpected things, and she’s just so damn cool! Rides a motorcycle, wears practical shoes, has many skills including climbing up pipes, hiding in suitcases, speaking French and Italian, which was super hot, and obviously killing people. She’s also kind of an asshole but an entertaining one. And I love how she just casually keeps her tampons, razors and gun in the same drawer. All the essentials in one place!

Also, she’s bisexual!!! So great. Thank you for challenging heteronormativity! And telling us by way of a threesome was superb.

Her dynamic with Konstantin is great. He is so serious, but he obviously cares about her. I loved when they both said “No I can’t, I’m sorry” and “You don’t mean that” about watching a movie. They’ve clearly known each other for a while and I cannot wait to learn more about them.

I liked the postcards as a way to identify the location and identity of the next target. It’s original.

So about her kill:

- The grandpa and grandkid were super cute.

- “You should really ask before you touch a person” I loved that! Yes to consensual touching! Could she have been in an abusive environment when she was younger? It seems probable in the criminal world.

- I was not expecting her to stab him in the eye. That was a little gory. When she went to get that pen I was scared she’d stab him with it in the other eye. Glad it didn’t happen.

I have a few questions though:

- The boy in the bathroom. What if he had come out sooner and seen her kill his grandpa? Would she also have killed him? And regardless, why didn’t she kill him too since he’d seen her face? I don’t think there had been a witness to her kills before, which is why she has to go kill the Russian’s girlfriend so nobody can identify her.

- Does the show draw a line at shoving ice cream on a kid and not killing them? Later on at the hospital it also seemed very convenient for Dom to have just left to get snacks. Does the show not want to cross the “unforgivable” line of killing a kid to keep her more sympathetic? Does she have her own moral code?

- If the kid didn’t describe her to the authorities, he at least did to his family, right? So now she probably has the Italian mafia after her? Or maybe he’ll keep a personal vendetta against her and go after her when he’s grown? Or he doesn’t care since he wanted to get back at his grandpa for the ice bath although murder seems extreme?

- And what was that weird dialogue with the kid “If you make a sound I will kill you too” “Will you eat me?” “Maybe just your head” … why would she tell him? He probably thought she was joking since he obviously didn’t expect his grandpa to be dead when he came out? Maybe he’ll keep quiet because he’s scared she’ll come back and ‘eat him’? Or he’s a kid and she doesn’t believe he’ll remember what she looks like?

- Also, does she get off on seeing her targets die???

I also liked the parallels between Eve and Villanelle being bored at work and going rogue. And OMGGG that hospital bathroom scene!!! I was not expecting them to meet so soon, but it was so good, although short! And what was up with her staring at Eve??Also, she didn’t even wash her hands. I’d be suspicious if I was Eve. Maybe she was too weirded out to notice.

So Villanelle killed the 2 guards, the fun scrubs nurse and the girlfriend. But how was the whole floor empty? There was at least a receptionist and a couple of people walking in the hallways earlier. Did they hear gunshots and leave? If so, how come Eve didn’t hear anything? How long did she spend in that bathroom? Did Villanelle tell the receptionist some bullshit excuse to make her and everyone else leave?

Also, re: Eve’s conversation with Elena about the female assassins in their database. Shouldn’t Eve already know that they only have 1 since she’s spent months compiling data and theorizing about a female assassin? Also, 1 seems awfully low, maybe there is some conspiration to keep all female assassins secret. Eve is probably right that “they’re” in on it, that someone is keeping this quiet.

Now, Frank is not wrong about Eve endangering a minor and conducting an illegal investigation, but he’s such an asshole for telling her she failed at her job when she did everything she should have and telling her she’s responsible for the death of 4 people. I was on the fence about Bill the whole episode but thumbs up for standing with Eve against Frank. Loved how she was pissed and just blurted out everything about the secret interview. “You’re a dick-swab” haha. I also liked that Eve was crying like anyone would in that situation. It felt realistic.

Carolyn Martens showing up at her doorstep was unexpected and lol at how she casually says she’s been married a few times. So now she’s going to recruit Eve, and of course Niko would assume she’s an agent before thinking she’s having an affair, Niko’s great!

“We think she’s been operating for 2 years” Who’s ‘we’? MI-6? I guess we’ll find out soon.

Thank you for reading! (If anyone made it to the end lol) I’ll post my reviews for the following episodes when I have time.

#killing eve #episode review

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ezrisdax-archive · 6 years

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a while ago I wrote an original story and submitted it to an anthology. it was about girls flirting at a con (all though you weren’t allowed to mention fandoms by name which was a hassle). it didn’t get in and I moped for a bit and I didn’t post it here but after the stuff I read today I don’t feel quite so bad about it so whatever, also here on ao3

At nine in the morning the con wasn’t quite the bustling zone of bodies it would become in the afternoon. It was why Hazel had talked herself into buying a deluxe ticket, she wanted to avoid as much of the crowd as possible. While she was certainly enjoying being around so many people who shared the same interest as her she didn’t want her anxiety to flare up too badly that day.

The convention hall was large and split in to two sections, a dealers room and an artist alley. Last year it had been crammed in with the autograph area as well but they’d since moved it to a more suitable location while still being in the same building.

Saturday was going to be the busiest day of the con and Hazel had only planned on sticking around for an autograph she missed yesterday and a panel for a show she loved. Most of everything she’d planned to do she’d gotten done yesterday, today would mostly be about going up and down artist alley in the morning and looking for trinkets and fan made items. Tomorrow would be scouring the dealers room for last minute Sunday deals.

She was tempted to stop at a few of the dealers’ booths but reminded herself that last year she’d spent all her money there and hadn’t gotten anything from artist alley at all. She was determined this year to get something, she’d already missed out on buying a handmade plush of one of her favourite characters.

At least it was easier to dodge around people with so few of them there which made getting to artist alley simple despite being so far from the entrance of the hall. Whitle a few of the artists were still setting up or weren’t there yet, most were at their table sipping on coffees or some form of caffeine and looking as bleary eyed as Hazel felt. She could sympathize, she’d woken up early to take the subway in to town and she didn’t have to trek boxes of materials with her.

A button booth caught her attention and she bite her lip in consideration. Her bag was already carefully decorated with only a few buttons, it doubled as the bag she took in to work and had been cautious at over decorating or drawing attention to it. She didn’t care for the arguments that she’d had with boys before who wanted to quiz her on her interests. But surely one more couldn’t hurt, she argued with herself as she stepped towards the booth and looked down the rows and rows of buttons.

She recognized a few characters from popular shows, the kind that were common at artist alley and were known as bigger fandoms around the net so even if you weren’t in the fandom you’d still recognize them. Some were from science fiction shows she’d watched and those ones were already really tempting her. Her eye caught on one in particular though, her brow furrowing asshe tried to place a name to the character.

“If you can figure it out you can have it.” A voice drew her attention and her head shot up in surprise to look at the artist who was manning the booth. She looked amused, like she was expecting Hazel to get it wrong.

Her skin was darker than Hazel’s tan skin and her hair was much longer than Hazel’s own which only fell to her shoulders. Where hers was a light brown the artists was a deep black and kept up in a braid that kept her face clear and Hazel could see way she crinkled her eyes as she smiled.

While Hazel’s mother had named her for the colour of her eyes that were similar to her mothers – and because she’d thought ‘Hazelnut’ was a cute nickname for a kid – the artists were a much deeper brown that Hazel could get lost in. At the thought she felt her cheeks get warmer but cleared her throat as she processed what the artist had said.

She couldn’t help but quirk her lips up in amusement at the challenge. “You promise?” She asked and nearly backpedaled when she realized that could have come out as flirting. Thankfully the artist just grinned and slightly tilted her head to the side, causing her long dark braid to dislodge from its place.

“No one’s been able to yet, I guess it makes sense, the show only got a season.”

“Is that a hint?” Hazel raised one eyebrow, for all her normal anxiety at talking to someone she didn’t know she also couldn’t resist a puzzle of sorts.

“As much as you’ll get one.”

She must have been feeling braver than she thought because she blurted out, “Does it come with coffee?”

The artist’s eyes widened for a second and Hazel felt a stirring of guilt in her stomach which turned into cool relief when the artist just laughed in a genuinely amused way. “Maybe if you get lucky.”

Hazel breathed out a sigh of relief, glad she hadn’t screwed that up by possibly hitting on a straight person who could have gotten insulted at her for it. It was never easy to tell and since she’d become sure of her sexuality and attraction to girls it made dating even harder for her.

Pushing her luck a little more Hazel ducked her head a bit and smiled coyly, “Can I at least get a name now?”

The artist stuck out her hand, it dangled with the bracelets that she must have also made that were being sold at her booth. “I’m Meenu.” She flashed Hazel a grin. “And you are….”

“Hazel.” She took Meenu’s hand which felt warm and dry to her own and she tried not to linger too much, letting her hand fall back down to her side.

“What a coincidence.” Meenu reached for her coffee and held it up, “I like a shot of hazel.”

Hazel snorted at the joke, “I’ve heard that one before.”

Meenu pouted, deflating only a little, “Give me time, I’ll come up with a new one.”

“At this point I think I’ve heard every pun.” Hazel wrinkled her nose, “Or well,” She admitted, “Made them myself.”

“If I got a nickel for every time someone tried to use ‘me and you’ as a pun with my name I could buy out Hollywood. Even if that’s not how you say it.” Meenu confided and she looked like she was long since sick of it except then another slow smile crossed her face, “Except of course maybe if you were to offer me and you I might listen to it.”

It was said so ridiculously and coupled with Meenu wiggling her eyebrows that Hazel broke out into laughter. She honestly didn’t want to leave this booth at this point, she was having fun with Meenu which was nice considering none of her friends had been able to come that year. That Meenu also was very attractive and seemed conductive to her flirting certainly also helped.

Hazel tried to play it cool, “I’ll think about it.” She grinned to show she was joking and bounced back on the soles of her shoes. “But maybe I’m just in to you for the free stuff.”

“It’s only free if you make the right guess.” Meenu reminded her and leaned back in her chair. “Which so far you haven’t.”

“Haven’t tried.” Hazel was quick to correct.

“No guess is still the wrong guess.” Meenu said, playing along.

Hazel’s eyes darted back down to the button that had started this whole conversation and she stifled her laughter. As soon as Meenu had said the show only had one season she’d been quick to guess what it was. In a move that made her feel more confident than she was she leaned in to whisper her answer to Meenu glad that it was morning and she could still be heard without the buzzing of the convention around them.

Meenu straightened, her mouth falling open in surprise as Hazel pulled back.

“So am I right?” Hazel asked and stamped out the worry that she’d guessed wrong based on Meenu’s face.

Meenu started laughing, a sound that was delightful to Hazel. “I didn’t really expect you to get it.” Meenu said when she stopped laughing, “I was planning on offering you pity coffee for losing, figured you’d get my company so it was still winning either way.”

“But I do get the button right?” Hazel pointed down at it, grinning widely, and acting like that’d been all she was after.

Meenu had that crinkle around her eyes again Hazel noticed. She nodded her head. “You get the button.” She rested her chin on one of her hands, elbow on the table. “I’d offer coffee now but I can’t really leave my booth until my sister gets here to help watch it.”

Hazel deflated a little, “To be honest I hadn’t intended on staying for very long, just artist alley this morning, off to a signing, and then a panel. But how about I give you my number and you can let me know when you’re free?”

Meenu tapped her fingers on her cheek idly, “I’ll tell my sister to get her sooner rather than later.” Hazel felt a bubble of excitement in her stomach as Meenu pulled out her phone and was glad she managed to recite her own number without fumling. Then Meenu plucked the button off the table and held it up for Hazel. “For the victor.”

Hazel couldn’t help but giggle a little and took it with her thanks. “I’ll wear it with pride.” She promised and pinned it to the strap of her bag instead of the front of it. She was afraid the conversation was starting to feel stilted and she wavered in leaving but eventually pulled herself away with a grin and wave to Meenu.

She reminded herself that this wasn’t it, Meenu would text her and then they’d get coffee and- her phone buzzed in her hand and she looked down at it curiously, opening up the message and seeing it was from Meenu.

“See you soon!”

“Can’t wait.” She texted back and smiled to herself, wondering if Meenu was the type to go for a kiss on the first date because it certainly seemed tempting. As she put her phone away her hand brushed against the new button she’d gotten.

It was a cute button, artistically drawn and had Meenu’s signature just barely visible underneath the character on it. Still the best thing she’d gotten out of artist alley, she thought, was Meenu’s number and the promise of a date.

#beej writes #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#look this is the only original work I've written and I feel self conscious putting it up #but ah well

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manuelmueller · 7 years

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The Hipster!AU that might or might not get written someday

… per anon request! AT LEAST half of the credit for this goes to the amazing @holyhowedes ♥ (I love my friends)

Manuel fixes and sells bicycles for a living, but it doesn’t pay that well, so he works at this little pub as a barkeeper at night.

He doesn’t talk too much, but he can serve ten beers on a tray without dropping them and his cocktail creations are famous all over town.

He’s very fond of houseplants and has a little garden with herbs and flowers on his balcony that he looks after with great care.

And you know how he’s always so earnest when it comes to football? I imagine he takes mixing a drink or mending a bike just as seriously (he’s very intense)

Thomas is a failed veterinary student who originally wanted to become a jockey, so next to some part-time jobs he now mostly plays guitar at different venues. He comes to Manu’s bar some weekday afternoons

It’s usually very quiet when he’s in, so he’s spent many a day at this point trying to get the quiet bartender to pull a chair up and have a beer with him near the stage, or to charm him into free food (to no avail, he usually just gets exasperated looks cast to the side)

He often likes to act like he’s addressing a larger crowd, playing to hundreds (rather than the lone figure slumped over the corner of Manu’s bar) and one day he calls into the mic for ‘the one lucky fan who gets to come up on stage with him and sing’ (because Thomas himself can’t thing for shit) and Manu (who at this point suspects there’s another reason the kid keeps coming back to his bar; he’s magic on the guitar but he’s not gonna get many tips in this tiny joint) thinks fuck it and finally pulls up a stool next to Thomas and for once shuts him up when his voice flows out like coarse vintage silk.

Actually, Thomas expected (hoped for) one of the three or so customers to take the chance, and who knew the broody barkeeper he’s been crushing/hitting on for a while had such a lovely voice?

Slowly, it becomes a habit, one that Thomas wouldn’t give up for anything, even if he does sometimes dreams of making it big one day.

But they come together musically in a way hasn’t thought possible, and while they don’t become famous overnight they do become an insider tip in their town, and end up drawing quite a few more customers in (which Manu is glad for – though it does get tired to explain to them that can’t sit down for a chat and a few drinks after a gig; he as to serve them, after all)

Mats is a journalist (/blogger/prospective author) and Benni is the friendly barista at the quiet, out of the way coffeeshop that Mats might be singlehandedly keeping in business.

They sell books there, too, and while Mats comes there mostly to work, he loves just snooping around a bit and of course smiling charmingly in Benedikt’s direction whenever he catches the barista looking at him.

It’s not really that popular of a space, but very comfortable (and Benni is said to make the best cuppa in town) and years later except Benni has now taken over as the owner and now they have kids running around behind the counter on weekends and serving the regulars that have come to be like family; though maybe not as literally as Mats has.

Manu’s bar (that only becomes his once the previous owner sold it to him for a horrend price that Manu spent years saving up for) is just across the street, and he and Benni always stop to talk for a moment when Benni’s closing up around 6 pm, and Manu’s shift is just about to start.

It took them a long time to figure out that they went to the same school, but they quickly form a friendship nevertheless.

Basically they’re all giant hipsters (except maybe Thomas, who is just kinda tagging along) but they still argue about not being as bad as each other. (“You write for a magazines that only has 12 subscribers. Way to enforce stereotypes, Mats.” – “13! And I’m not the one who can name 80 different craft beers from three seasons ago!”)

Manu is also a vegetarian – it takes him quite a while to convince his boss that they start selling veggie burgers. It works for Thomas ‘cause he loves animals so much (even if he isn’t a vegetarian himself) but he thinks it’s unfair how Manu gets to be so big without the protein and he’s still a string bean.

Also cue the jokes (”cmon if you love your plants so much why are you still okay with eating them huh?”) from Mats who just.. really doesn’t get it. Manu usually just scowls in his direction whenever he brings it up (later he just rolls his eyes “You’ve been making that joke for three years! How do you still think it’s funny?” But Mats’ favorite hobby is making fun of Manu, so the quips never really stop)

Also Thomas somehow convinced Manu to get a cat (or rather, convinces him to adopt a stray he found on the street, almost starved to death and sickly) (”You’re cleaning up after it. And vacuuming. And buying its food,” all of which Thomas nods earnestly to – even if they don’t officially live together yet)

Manu soon gets used to it being around, but when he comes home one day to find it had knocked one of his potted plants off the windowsill and down into the alley, he wants it gone.

Mats and Benni offer to take care of the cat (male, with shaggy fur and a constant indignant look on his face) until Manu has ‘cooled down’. In the end, he becomes more of a shared pet, as he keeps migrating between their two homes (who are only a short walk apart)

Both because of his job and because it’s good for the environment, Manu is a bike enthusiast. He always rides his to work and keeps it just inside the back entrance.

It’s quite old and the chain breaks fairly often, but it’s nothing he can’t fix. Whenever Thomas nags him about how he’d spend a lot less time and money in the end if he just bought a new one the response is always the same: “Thomas! It’s a classic frame! You couldn’t find another bike with this much character.” (An argument that Mats very much enjoys mocking with startling accuracy from behind Manu’s back whenever it occurs)

#neuller #hömmels #hipster au #headcanons #long post #my writing

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