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— Richard Siken

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villaneve + tropes

She had very delicate features. Her eyes are sort of catlike. Wide, but alert. Her lips are full, she has a long neck, high cheek bones. Skin is smooth and bright. She had a lost look in her eye that was both direct and also chilling. She’s totally focused yet almost entirely inaccessible.

🌈I was trained to look devastating, obviously.🌈

VILLANELLE + character profile [insp. / insp.]

stop asking who’s the man and who’s the woman in gay relationships and start asking which ones the serial murderer and which ones the one trying to catch them

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soft n sleepy

EVE & VILLANELLE’S JOURNEY in KILLING EVE (2018-2022) (insp.)

TOP 100 SHIPS OF ALL TIME: #30. eve polastri and villanelle (killing eve)

PRIDE MONTH CELEBRATION WEEK ★ Day 6: Favorite Scene/Quote ↳ Villanelle & Eve + banter

Do you think I’m a monster? You’re so many things.

villanelle in killing eve (2018 - present) // hannibal in hannibal (2013 - 2015)

At the end of the seventh episode where V calls Eve and tells her with this extra soft voice of hers that they can't keep running into each other like that, (or something similar, my memory fades easily), well, they got a date on the final episode. A real date, the small talk, the dance, the tenderness, it's a date. It's a date and it makes me feel, warm, and at ease. I need more Villaneve soft dates.

I wrote a villanelle about someone hiding a dead body for my creative writing class. It was inspired by The Office.

KILLING EVE 1.07 | I Don’t Want to Be Free

“A Captain’s Regret”

My hands are stained with blood,

Hanging over the trench is a rotting corpse,

My uniform is caked in mud,

Men went over the top, became bodies with a thud,

I told them, “show no remorse”,

My hands are stained with their blood,

Rats feast on the dead that lay in the crud,

Flies and maggots infest a dead horse,

My soldiers’ uniforms are caked in mud,

The souls of the dead float away in a scud,

My whistle blow was the death source,

My hands are stained with his blood,

Mustard gas clouds spread like a flood,

I watched him die as the gas ran its course,

His uniform is caked in mud,

The memories so painful, as bitter as cud,

I can’t even blame the enemy force,

My hands are stained with blood,

My uniform is caked in mud. 

villanelle breaking into eve’s house to have shepherd’s pie with her has the exact same energy as yelena breaking into kate’s flat for macaroni cheese. ladies we’ve cracked it - the way to a russian assassin’s heart is through her stomach. this is particularly useful if she’s just infiltrated your home

my name is v

i hav a nife

i luv my eve

my murder wife

except one tyme

she made me cross

she went to france

she tunged my boss