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SWEETPEA — S1E1: Sorry for Your Loss
#sweetpea#sweetpea 2024#sweetpea spoilers#ella purnell#*#by zil#sweetpeaedit#usermandie#userbecca#2020s#drama
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SWEETPEA (TV series 2024–)
#sweetpea#sweetpea 2024#epurnelledit#ella purnell#byzil#gifs#sweetpeaedit#usermandie#dailywomen#flawlessbeautyqueens#flawlessfemale#flawlesswomen#ladiesofcinema#femalestunning#femaledaily#thequeensofbeauty
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Rhiannon + reacting to her kills. SWEETPEA (2024)
#sweetpea#sweetpea spoilers#ella purnell#rhiannon lewis#sweetpea 2024#tvedit#television#gif#I LOVE HER 😭
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ELLA PURNELL as RHIANNON in SWEETPEA ✦ (2024)
#every time i type out ‘rhiannon’ i keep thinking of the fleetwood mac song#she is like a cat in the dark and then she is the darkness…#hunger#ella purnell#rhiannon lewis#sweetpea#sweetpea starz#sweetpea 2024#tv#tvedit#tvgif#tvgifs#femalecharacters#filmtvtoday#tvarchive#tvfilmsource#dailytvwomen#femalegifsource#tvandfilm#televisiongifs#filmtvdaily#womenedit#womendaily#dailytvfilmgifs#gifsbymisa
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ELLA PURNELL as RHIANNON LEWIS in SWEETPEA 1.03
#ella purnell#sweetpea#rhiannon lewis#tvedit#dailyflicks#cinematv#cinemapix#filmtv#femalecharacters#filmtvdaily#tvarchive#ellapurnelledit#sweetpeaedit#epurnelledit#sweetpea 2024#vsnom#sweetpea 1x03#sweetpea gifs
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You guys better start writing fanfics for AJ from Sweetpea…please
#I’m begging#he’s so sweet#and I’m sad about the ending :(#sweetpea spoilers#Sweetpea#sweetpea 2024#sky atlantic#sky#fanfic#aj sweetpea#ella purnell#rhiannon lewis
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i fear i may be the only one who sees the tension between rhiannon & marina especially during the last episode??? it's literally the perfect enemies to lovers serial killer & detective pairing HELLO????
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rhiannon: julia blenkinsop...ruined my life...she bullied me for decades...to the point where i tore my hair out...now she's trying to take my home...all i have left of my dad...i will never forgive her 😞
julia: my fiance is abusive
rhiannon, immediately:
#everybody give it up for toxic yuri#sweetpea#sweetpea spoilers#sweetpea 2024#rhiannon lewis#Julia blenkinsop#ella purnell#nicole lecky#sweetpeaedit#john mulaney
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playpen
pt i
pt ii
rhiannon and afab detective reader bc we need more detective readers???
a brilliant detective falls into the hands of a cunning journalist, literally and metaphorically
a/n: yeah i couldn’t wait anymore, sweetpea defender. i also got my knowledge from any fictional detective media i consume so don’t come for my neck please 🫤 the “obliviousness” is toned to an average amount, just the normal level if that makes sense? like the reader is not 100% clueless. they don’t interact a lot but i promise they will in the next chapter. thoughts are in italics and bold, proofread but knowing me there still might be mistakes left. i wanted to try something new but idk maybe it should have stay in the drafts. enjoy reading and drop feedback if you have any 🤠
warnings: for the sake of the plot some details have been changed but there are still major spoilers if you haven’t watched the entirety of sweetpea!! swearing, mentions of blood, implied use of other weapons, dead bodies, stabbing, murder, slightly obsessive behaviour, stalking, a few implicit suggestive thoughts but is is rather vague. purely self indulgent and GAY SOOOO GAY you already knowww
it starts below the cut 🙂↕️ (i also realise that placing the pictures before the indication looked better)
Another body found near an alley of a nightclub. He couldn’t be any more than forty, is neatly shaved and is dressed in a suit. Clearly, the killer has a preference of victims. There is obviously a pattern. Your colleague DCI Farrow sees it. She is the only one who understands that your seemingly small community has a serial killer looking around and doesn’t infantilise you like the rest of the crew, or tells you to not get carried away like your boss, DI Diane St-John. Just thinking about them makes you grit your teeth. What use is it to join the police and helping families if it’s to play ill jokes and pranks and dismissing you every chance they have? And frankly, this killer is starting to get on your nerves. All credibility that you successfully kept is getting tossed and the same goes for Miranda.
You crouch down, assessing the man’s corpse. Fourteen stab wounds in all. Neck, chest, abdomen and hands are impacted. Viciously impacted.
“It never gets prettier, does it?” A voice muses beside you. Farrow looks down at the man, a slight despaired tone in her voice.
With a scoff you stand up, sparing the body one last glance before you pull out your notepad.
“If only it could just get easier for us.” You mutter. She hums, looking ahead as a small crowd of journalists gathered near the crime scene.
“In any case, they’re getting the attention they wanted.”
“You think they want to get noticed?”
She flips through her notes and beckons to come forward. “See here? They didn’t even wait for a week, not even three days before they hit again. Literally.”
“People like me, men like me are in danger! We want answers!” You both snap your heads to a man dressed in neon. Deciding to keep Farrow’s theory in mind, you march to the man, slowly raising your hands and putting yourself between St-John, who was just sputtering at the man’s words. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen her this speechless.
“Sir, please calm down—”
“Oh. Oh, I see what’s going on around here. What’s next you’re going to tell me to take a sip of water? Ask me if, I don’t know, my monthly testosterone levels are rising again?”
Is this guy serious?
“You’ll get put in a cell where you can calm down your testosterone levels, if that’s what you wish.” You simply stated, your stare locked on his. Two journalists stifle a laugh and get a warning glance from the volatile man.
“I now understand what it's like to be on the other side. From then on, consider me a feminist:”
And with that he shakes his head, leaving a bewildered Diana and a confused Farrow.
The remaining journalists leave the scene and coroners ask if they can carry the body away.
“The ball’s in your court now.” Diane shrugs, leaving before you could even utter a word about the theories you came up with.
Always welcome to hearing out others that one isn’t she.
And then a week passed and you were in your office meticulously piecing everything together on your own. Farrow got the credit card details of all the partygoers who attended the nightclub the evening of the murder. You set the file aside, mulling over your reasonings.
It makes sense. Same patterns, same type of victims. The killer’s got an MO. That helps. What doesn’t, is your crew thinking you and Farrow are completely deluded. So much so that someone thought it was funny to hide your PC, with a note attached on it which read Thought I might give you a break. Don’t wanna see our favourite detective get a burnout cos you’re the only one who actually refills the coffee machine xx
Pinching your forehead, you open your laptop and profile your victims, verifying their last whereabouts to give you a clear start. The last victim was at a nightclub. Anyone who was there could potentially be a suspect.
You peer at the file and scan down names of every credit card holder. You figure you’d do half and Farrow would take care of the rest.
It was funny that you found yourself interrogating the yelling man, whose name you found out is Jeff.
“It would be great if you could, I don’t know, maybe pass a message? Perhaps to the families? Don’t you realise the gravity of our situation here?” He sputters. You already feel a headache approaching and are this close to dismissing him. He swirls the cup of non dairy coffee and swallows it in one gulp like it’s a shot.
“Sir, I promise you we are doing everything that we can. Being cooperative and understanding would help—”
“There you go again with the keep calm thing. Don’t tell me to be calm. You know I can write a report about you in The Gazette, right? Yeah?Because I literally work there. And now I really want to get on that article so I’m going to be very quick. I went with my team to the club, we had drinks, a karaoke session, then I went home.”
A fly lands on his head, to which he aggressively bats away. He’s evidently aggravated and you think it’s best to let him off. Besides, you had to give it to him. His stories match his other colleagues. Everyone working at The Gazette were together.
You feel like you had a fresh breath of air once Jeff left your office. Working with him must be a pain.
The last person you had to interrogate was Rhiannon Lewis. You recognise her as one of the journalists who laughed at Jeff. You would too. The colour of his clothes were just as loud as his personality.
She looked nervous, holding on to her purse, her doe flickering everywhere before landing on yours. Usually…this kind of behaviour would be taken into account. But perhaps she has never been called in by the police before?
“Rhiannon Lewis, is it?”
You greeted her and presented yourself, trying to make her feel a bit at ease, extending your hand to her. Her skin is so soft and featherlight it’s a barely there contact. The touch grounds her to reality for a bit. She almost didn’t let go until you spoke again.
“Thank you for coming here. Also you can sit, you know?”
With a tight lipped smile, she nodded and sat down. Putting the purse on the floor she cleared her throat and slowly inhaled.
“It’s not a problem Officer…Detective?”
“Either which is alright. And don’t worry about the procedure. I’ll just ask a couple of questions and then you can go, alright? Can you do that?”
She feels herself cooling down a couple degrees, the soft yet directive tone carried in your voice sending her chills.
“…Yes.”
“Good.”
Though she doesn’t think she’d be able to. Not with your large shirt. Or the way your sleeves are rolled. And this weird scenario that she swears she’s seen in awfully written romance books.
“So, you and your team had a get together, right?”
“That’s…that’s correct. I’m just…how did you get to call all of us down by the station?”
“We traced your credit card information. Anyone who’s had drinks were called up here.”
“Ah.”
Be careful, Rhi. And stop acting like you did it. Nothing happened. Technically.
She should’ve let Craig pay for the drinks when he had his chance at being the gentleman he insisted he was.
“Mhm. So, can you tell me what went on that evening?”
Was it possible to find a sound attractive? Maybe it was the way you paired it up with a small nod. Or how you leant in and she caught a whiff of your woodsy fragrance.
Berating herself for having the mind of a teenager, she collected herself for a split second before answering your question.
“I had a couple of drinks with my coworkers, then we held a karaoke session. After paying for my drinks I went out with someone.”
Of course that was before she could stab that man. The same one she’d seen around, sitting down next to people when other empty seats were available. Even sat next to a teenager who had to hop off their next stop.
“Can that someone perhaps vouch for you?”
You kept an impassive face though your eyes were trained on her fingers and the way she twirled them. Noticing, she brought her fingers on your desk.
She was odd. Similar to that of a suspect. The way she was nervous to the point of looking like she’d melt on the spot. Then again…it could just mean she’s an anxious person.For someone who sang in front of a couple of people, you think that’s impressive and kind of brave.
“Would it be convenient to you if I said yes?”
She blurted all of a sudden, the words leaving her. She felt her own eyes widen a fraction but it’s not entirely regretted either, the crease between your eyebrows egging her on.
“I’m sorry?”
“Would it help if I told you yes, I spent the other half of my night with a date? Who by the way partially left me unsatisfied if that’s even possible. Maybe I’m just emotionally connected to people.”
Your apathetic expression is losing its composure, being replaced by utter confusion. She thinks it’s a better look for you, it gives her tidbits of aspects of who you were.
“It would be greatly appreciated if you could just maybe answer the questions Miss Lewis.”
She’s trying. She really is. But she’s concentrated on the way you’re saying her name. She wonders how you would sound if you said her first name, how she would sound if—
“So, you were on a date then. What’s their name?”
“Craig.”
And how can he be selfish enough to leave her alone would be perhaps your next question. You wonder if she knew anyone there who might have offered her comfort. Perhaps that guy she was laughing with. Wait…why are you even curious?
“Alright. I didn’t see his credit card information so we’ll have to give him a call. Could you perhaps leave his number?”
You ask but you are already pushing a piece of paper and pen her way. She shouldn’t have looked at your hands.
“For professional purposes, right? He’s not very good at answering messages. Believe it or not, our texts are filled with thumbs up emojis.”
She bitterly laughs as she scribbles the number before handing it back to you. You hate how the sound of her laughter causes your heart to skip one, two beats.
Shaking your head at your train of thought, you moved to stand up and lead her at the threshold.
The interrogation’s over already?
“Hey…you’ll catch them, won’t you?”
That same confused expression that her brain captures takes over your face again. Apparently she might have developed a thing for it.
“I was talking about the killer?”
“Oh, right. Yeah. Yeah we’ll catch them. I can’t promise you when but…we’ll do anything we can.”
Her gaze makes you feel unsteady. The room feels crowded with the way her eyes are honed in on yours.
“Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. This affects me greatly as it does the rest of the community, Detective.”
“We understand a case like this can make you feel worried. It’s not nothing you don’t know already, but walk in public spaces, contact your friends and family before and after work and check up on them as well.”
At that, her demeanour changes, for just an instant. Her shoulders are slumped, her eyes flickering between yours.
“My family situation is…complicated. And I don’t have any friends to talk to.”
You don’t know why you did it. Of course, you do the same for everyone but only under specific circumstances and conditions.
You rush for one of your many cards with your name, clumsily so. She looks at it curiously before you move to clarify.
“In case you have anything that might help the case or if you…need anything. You’re not alone.”
She’d believe anything you tell her. With one last smile, she shook your hand again, lightly squeezing it.
“I hope so, Detective.”
Quickly leaving your office before she let out another ridiculous sentence, she took a deep breath and left the station, your card in her hands.
She’ll have research on her hands. Maybe, hopefully, you won’t forget her and place her in the back of your mind.
A twisted thought isn’t it? It’s almost as if she’s begging to get caught.
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Only a few days have passed, the card on her table taunting her whenever she’d pass by with Craig. Though she never lost sight of it. Always keeping it nearby. Whether that be at home, or at work…or even during her nightly escapades with her knife. It feels weird but she feels a whole lot different, a whole lot better knowing a metaphorical part of you is there with her.
It’s a shame what one can find with just a simple first and last name. And you just had to be one of these people who kept things under the radar.
You had no socials, only basic public information. However she was lucky to stumble upon a newspaper that had a picture of you holding a cat and someone cradling a sleeping puppy sitting next to you. You were volunteering at an animal shelter. Cute, she thought. It was a green flag to like animals. She felt oddly sad, being reminded of Tink’s death. You being an animal lover was the perfect thing for her.
You were wearing casual clothes that day, your professional oversized button shirt switched for something simple. In the article you mentioned how having a cat helped you grow up, and you adopted your first pet at the shelter and met your best friend at the same time. You also talk about your favourite hobbies and random things that you call silly but that just sends a pang to her heart.
There’s this one coffee place that has a booth near a window, all the way at the back. It’s heavenly and kind of underrated. I always go there when I’m in need of quiet.
I won’t say I have a lot of favourite hobbies, but I do like to collect rocks and trinkets. Sometimes you’d see me with a rock after I’m back from running.
She could listen, at least theoretically, to you all day. You were the mellow, soft type. Not the same person she saw that day on the crime scene, where she had to disguise her nerves by laughing at whatever nonsense Jeff was complaining about.
Unfortunately she didn’t get much information, not even simple clues. Not even out of your friend, who only used a first name for the article. Even then, it could be a made up one. She was hoping to perhaps get anything she needs to know about from you from them on a social page but things have gotten complicated.
You’re complicated. You’re making her feel complicated. Why does she want to be noticed by you, like you’re the only one who could ever really afford to?
“Rhi?” A voice startles her from her dreams of your hands again. She knocks over her tea, splashing all over her table. And the files she printed.
“Shit, shit—”
“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t move.” The kind voice, her colleague AJ, grabs napkins from her desk and helps her clean. He does so with a soft reassuring smile. “I take it has been a long week since Norman’s finally put you to real work?”
“Something like that.”
She thanks him as she closes the tabs before turning her attention to the brunette, who’s wearing a wry grin. AJ, despite being a nepo baby, was the only one who ever really noticed her in the office. As in, he fully acknowledges her. Not like the rest of the team. But the degree of attention she feels towards him is different than what she feels towards you. Slightly different.
He smiles and nods to her again, shifting his weight on his foot. “Well if you’re not too busy we could perhaps go for coffee?”
“Isn’t our break in five minutes?”
“Family privileges.”
He shrugs, raising a slight eyebrow.
Okay?
She looks at her screen one last time before returning his warm expression. Though she’s Shute she looks like she’s trying to force a smile out of her.
“That is kind of you but I’d rather not. I mean, I’m still new to the editorial team and I’d really hate to give a bad impression, you know?”
“Oh.”
He really tried to hide his disappointment. He really did. But the slight quiver in his voice and his tip lipped grin gave him away.
“Maybe another time, then.”
“Another time.”
And with that he nodded before leaving, leaving her to pick up where she left off.
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Rhiannon Lewis was a phenomenon. You’ve never seen anyone like her, really. And you don’t think of her uniqueness as something negative. She’s peculiar, odd…but there are many layers that might make up who she is. That’s what you want to do. To peel off those layers off her. Find out who she is. Your notes seem to cover enough of her information…surface level information. What you’re doing is risky. Maybe slightly deranged. But this is all for the sake of your…well. The investigation.
What you’ve gathered so far about her is that she works for The Gazette. Her father recently passed away and owns a moving company. She has a sister.
You called in the supposed Craig who spent the night with her and her alibi seemingly checked out. And seemingly is used very lightly, here. He was kind of confused at your use of the term “date” instead of “boyfriend” before confirming that yes, they spent the night, all night in his bed. Cool. Great.
“It was great until she left in the morning…she wasn’t that kind of girl before. Between you and me, she was rather the clingy type. She would stay on for two hours after.”
That made you want to tell him not to give private details but you’d take anything you can get.
As soon as he left, you wrote prone to attachments to your notebook along with a couple of traits you briefly witnessed. shy, nervous, plays with her fingers, blinks her eyes more than necessary.
Right under those traits were written all the details of the night of the murder. The victim was murdered before she got to spend the night…or have her date, whatever, with Craig. She said she paid for her drinks, stayed at the bar then left with Craig at the time of murder. Her alibi checks out. Right?
Although something is evidently not adding up.
At all. There are still many, many questions on the tip of your tongue. The first one being what is she doing with a guy like Craig among many others.
And you’re wrecking your brain trying to understand it. Miranda has shared her doubts about her. You both went to St-John, trying to get her to see that something is off but all she answered you with was a "I'd really hate to give you a long week break if you come to me again with this serial killer nonsense."
Judging by Rhiannon's character, calling her in back would push her away. You did give her your number and encouraged her to call you in case of anything so by the looks of it, she has to take the first step. But if she doesn't answer and refuses to meet with you, that will be a cause of pinning her as a prime suspect. You're sure she's smart enough to not do that.
"She's off."
No hesitations on Farrow's part. You thought she would at least wait a few minutes before theorising an idea. This does reassure you in a certain way. You weren’t insane for thinking that Rhiannon is more than what she seems.
So you call her.
And wait.
You do tread lightly, though. Very lightly. It's not like your fingers were trembling whilst you were calling her number. Not at all.
Taking a deep breath, you hear the phone ring for a few seconds before a voice answers it.
“Hello? Detective?”
How did she know it was you on the first call? Was she somehow hoping it was you? Or were you just plain delusional and perhaps a bit insane.
“Miss Lewis? I was wondering if you could maybe come down to the station. When you have time, of course. I talked to your boyfriend about your alibi and would like to review a few things.”
You hear shuffling sounds then…something breaking?
“Shit, shit—”
“Miss Lewis? Is everything alright?”
Nothing was alright.
She was doing the dishes, peacefully as one could on a Friday evening. It’s been weeks since she’s last seen you. Or rather heard you. Your voice held a certain warmth to it. And although her eyes loved to memorise every detail about your face, her brain wanted to store your sound.
“Fine. I’m fine.”
“I can always call another time if you’re busy—”
“No! I mean…don’t. I’m not busy. I mean I’m not doing anything important at the moment. Just…what is happening? Is everything okay?”
She puts you on speaker while cleaning the shards of glass, careful to not hurt herself while also trying to listen to you.
“Are you sure?”
“Please. I’m not occupied at the moment, I’m at home. Alone.”
Why did she feel the need to add that information?
“Alright. Well. It’s to inform you that I talked with your boyfriend and he confirmed your alibi. If it would be alright, there are other things I would like to go over with—”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Right, your date—”
She laughs, an airy type of laugh that sends a strange swirl to your abdomen.
“I’m actually not sure if he can be considered a date either. When you think of it, it looks too much of a strong word, no? Sure we see each other maybe twice a week. But a date is just a one time thing. This…whatever this is, is some sort of weird non-verbal agreement.”
“…Uh-huh. Would you care to tell me more about it whenever you can?”
“More about who I’m seeing?”
This woman was driving you wherever she wanted you to. Pinching your eyebrows and fighting back an incoming headache, you think of what to say before diving into…this. Whatever this was.
“More about your evening. What you were doing before you were at the bar. And before you met up with Craig.”
“And here I thought you were interested in what I was doing now.”
She dusts the remaining shards, accidentally cutting herself at the sound of your sigh. It’s just a small cut. But she’s still pissed off at how you’re able to render her weak.
“Rhiannon…”
“You’re calling me by my first name? We are making a lot of progress here. Next is, what, we meet somewhere for coffee?”
“Miss Lewis. Please.”
“Yes, Detective?”
“Concentrate on what I’m saying. We can go anywhere you want us to. But now I’m focused on trying to gather all essential information to move forward and avoid wasting both of our time.”
“You’re not wasting mine, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
In fact she wants you to waste all of it.
“Is there a time you’d like to meet up, then?”
Deciding that your nerves are too tired to decipher anything properly, you play along with her game, blindly, and just focus on her words, mindlessly agreeing with her.
“We can meet up at this coffee place. I will call you over the weekend and let you know when I’m available. My job might keep me busy.”
“Whenever you wish to, Miss Lewis.”
“It will be quick, I promise.”
She shortly hands up after that. Your heart is still hammering in your chest, your hands clenching the landline as your mind races.
Where have you landed? What have you landed yourself on? Do you want to get out of it? Of this weird latch cause by her?
#sweetpea#sweetpea 2024#rhiannon lewis sweetpea#rhiannon lewis#rhiannon lewis x reader#wlw#wlw post#wlw yearning#lgbtq#bisexual#ITS HEREEE#I had to do it multiple times#I didn’t want it to be slow or fast paced#still don’t know what this is#RHIANNON LEWIS RIGHTS#so it’s not that insane. it’s pretty tame#i think#taissaswifelowkey
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Rhiannon Lewis (Sweetpea)
゚ ⋆ ゚⛆ ゚ ⋆ ゚Agere Headcanons゚ ⋆ ゚⛆ ゚ ⋆ ゚
🌂🌦️ ALL tv shows I could find are linked!🌦️☂️
𓇢𓆸 ˖*༄ Rhiannon is a Regressor 100%. Involuntary.
⋆.ೃ࿔⛈ ˖She definitely loves rainy days. To me she seems like a super cozy regressor. She likes quiet evenings with her caregiver.
☂︎ 𓂃 𓈒📺 Rhiannon loves “sleepy” shows and movies! Kipper the Dog, Poppy Cat, Garlfield &Friends, Angelina Ballerina, Blues Room, Pocoyo, Pajanimals, Oswald, Miffy and Friends, and she prefers Little Bear to Franklin!
˙ᵕ˙ 🍿 ༘ 。˚ if she’s feeling a little more excitable, she’ll watch Fresh Beat Band, Dragon Tales, Pingu, and Shawn The Sheep! Her favorite show EVER is Rubbadubbers!
. ݁₊ ⊹ ☔ ݁˖ .݁ Rhiannon is definitely a sensitive little one. She’ll be near tears at the drop of the hat. She likes it when her caregiver pays attention to her! Even in the smallest of ways, just sitting in the room and watching her color, or remembering to tuck her in at night!
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ '⛈ 𓍼ོ She tends to get fussy, though. Say she has a bad day at work, or, untintentionally, her caregiver doesn’t pay attention to her. Like they have to take a phone call or are too sleepy and don’t hear her soft calls. She definitely tantrums, or scribbled angrily on pieces of paper, which includes some swears. (But nothing her caregiver punishes her for, they’d know she’s just very sensitive)
@lottiesboy
@lottiesfavoriteacolyte
@giirlblood
@juchily
Fun fact: my caregiver calls me Sweetpea so the show is mine now actually :3
My art tag is #king’s paintbrush! I’ve posted a BUNCH of art 💔💔 u could scroll for hours
#king's paintbrush#artists on tumblr#art#ella purnell#age regressing#age regressor#age regression#age regression blog#agere art#rhiannon lewis#sweetpea#sweet pea#sweetpea 2024#horror agere#yellowjackets#jackie taylor#age re safe space#agere headcanons#fandom agere#safe agere#agere writing
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i just finished sweetpea earlier today, on the afternoon.
it's a great watch, not only bc ella nailed her performance (she really deserves an emmy for that one), but also bc of the discussion on repressed anger issues, female rage, PTSD, self-sabotage, responsability over one's own actions etc
it's very heavy tho, the show is very triggering if you have gone thru some of those things (the bullying and panic attack scenes were particularly hard for me to watch), so, there is a warning on bullying and depictions of trauma, explicit violence scenes, blood etc. so, be careful if these things are too hard to watch
all in all, it feels like one of those very heavy and cathartic therapy sessions that get you staring into the emptiness
10/10 no notes lol
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Ella Purnell as Rhiannon Lewis in Sweetpea — S1E1: Sorry for Your Loss
#sweetpea#sweetpea 2024#epurnelledit#ella purnell#rhiannon lewis#byzil#gifs#sweetpea spoilers#sweetpeaedit#usermandie#userbecca#useraurore#dailywomen#flawlessbeautyqueens#flawlessfemale#flawlesswomen#ladiesofcinema#femalestunning#femaledaily#thequeensofbeauty
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rhiannon lewis is a PUPPY stop calling her a cat when she is very much not she is dog coded to the bone && i'm tired of keeping quiet
#ᕱ⑅ᕱ — jax jabbers#ᕱ⑅ᕱ — true forms#rhiannon lewis#rhiannon is me btw#if u couldn't tell#jax has spoken#sweetpea#sweetpea 2024#ella purnell#sillyposting#but also mildly upset#because i'm autistic && CRAZY#sorry#autistic
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ELLA PURNELL as RHIANNON LEWIS SWEETPEA ✦ 1.03, "Black Spots in the Garage"
#me after ********* ***#hunger#ish#ella purnell#rhiannon lewis#sweetpea#sweetpea starz#sweetpea 2024#tv#tvedit#tvgif#tvgifs#femalecharacters#filmtvtoday#tvarchive#tvfilmsource#dailytvwomen#femalegifsource#tvandfilm#televisiongifs#filmtvdaily#womenedit#womendaily#dailytvfilmgifs#gifsbymisa
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Ella Purnell my Queen, the things I would do for you if you asked....
#those eyes have me nailed to the ground#I would be her lovestruck accomplice#simping hard#ella purnell#fallout amazon#sweetpea#fallout tv show#sweetpea 2024#fallout really is bi panic#me simping every episode for The Ghoul and Lucy#and Lucy's a good girl I usually don't like those characters#but THOSE EYES oh my god#(this isn't Maximus erasure he sure fits in the bi agenda#he just isn't my type)
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My bi arse when both Rhiannon and AJ were on screen in Sweetpea
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