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missfisherandjack · 3 days

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Miss Fisher: “Unfortunately I’m already known to the boxing troupe, but I’m sure you two can mingle without attracting too much attention.”

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (2012-2015) ↳ 2x04 Deadweight

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flowersosa · 21 hours

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So we all gonna sit here and act like Mathew Mercer didn’t just do the unimaginable???

Switching DMs mid session??? What the fuck? Power moves!!!!!y

#mfmm #matthew mercer #critical role spoilers #dnd #critical role #im cryin #cr3 spoilers #bells hells #c3e92 #aabria iyengar

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mediumdata · 10 hours

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Matt Mercer deals with trauma by role-playing the dumbest man alive for two weeks and I get that.

#critical role #bells hells #critical role spoilers #matt mercer #MFMM #Dariax #crown keepers #C3E92 #aabria iyengar #MFAI

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caluanthes · 1 year

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What evidence do you have that it was me who broke into the bookshop?

MISS FISHER’S MURDER MYSTERIES 1x06 - Raisins and Almonds

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #mfmmedit #tvedit #perioddramaedit #weloveperioddrama #perioddramasource #useroptional #cinemapix #zue*#1x06

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fisherobinson · 25 days

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Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears (2020)

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #mfmmedit #phryne fisher #jack robinson #phryne x jack #phrack #essie davis #nathan page #perioddramaedit #perioddramagif #mine

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emiko-matsui · 9 months

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sometimes a family isn't a mom, dad, and kid. sometimes it's a lady detective, a deceivingly badass catholic, a butler named mr. butler, two inseparable commie taxi drivers, a ruggedly handsome divorcee, a himbo, a lesbian doctor, a 14 year old kleptomaniac, and aunt prudence

#i am begging everyone to go watch miss fisher's murder mysteries!!!!#miss fisher's murder mysteries #phryne fisher #jack robinson #hugh collins #dorothy williams #mr butler #bert and cec #jane ross #elizabeth macmillan #aunt prudence #mfmm

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perceptivehands · 2 months

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thought i'd share something silly i tweeted a while ago

#phryne fisher #salem saberhagen #miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #sabrina the teenage witch #i will leave this uncommented #when you can't bring yourself to deliver ~real~ ''''content'''' so you serve this instead

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shanastoryteller · 25 days

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Happy lovers season Shana! I'm very excited for the upcoming prompts! 😀 Can I please request some more Enola Holmes or Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries? 💚 If not please feel free to do a dealer's choice. I love all that you write and it fills me with joy to see new updates from you 😊

set in the same universe as Here is Your Home Country

Dot doesn’t want a big wedding, doesn’t want a lot of fuss. Married at her church, and then Prudence has offered to have the reception in her garden. Probably more at Jane’s insistence than anything else, but considering Mr. Butler has already insisted on handling the catering and logistics and anything else she might need assistance with, she might as well.

It’s sweet of him, really. She knows that he’s worried about her sisters that disapprove and her mother that disapproves and her brothers that had been apocalyptic at the news, and how that means she’ll be planning this wedding without them. She’s not worried. They’d never cared about her life or her happiness until it was something that would embarrass them.

The less said about what her friends from church think, the better. But she hasn’t headed their gossip for years, not since she started working for Miss Fisher.

Jack’s a good man and doesn’t deserve their ire. She won’t tolerate it.

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“You’re really doing it, huh?”

Dot looks up and feels first pleasure then wariness that settles on a gut rolling mixture of the two. “Hello, Nell.”

Her older sister is standing over her, blocking her light, but she just closes her notebook and uses her foot to nudge the chair opposite her. The waiter should be by again soon.

She looks different out of the heavy makeup and light clothes of the club. Wearing a sweater and long skirt, she looks like the sister Dot remembers. “Mum called me. Me.”

Dot winces. “You’re invited, of course, I just wasn’t sure where to send the invite.”

Nell leans back in her chair, raising an eyebrow and reaching into her purse for a cigarette. Dot wishes she wouldn’t. She hates the smell. “I didn’t really get that impression from you two.”

“We were just colleagues then,” she says, which isn’t completely accurate, but neither is friends. Or perhaps it is. They knew one another then, and respected each other, and were kind to one another. But she’d had Hugh, and Jack’s eyes had been on Miss Fisher, and – they hadn’t known, then, where they would end up.

It’s nice.

She knew him and liked him and cared about him before she loved him. It makes her feel like she can trust him, that he won’t surprise her in a way she doesn’t like.

Nell hums, then says, “She wants to know if you’re having money troubles.”

Dot stares, wishing she knew her mother a little less well and didn’t understand exactly what she was saying. “She thinks I’m marrying Jack for his money because I have gambling debts?”

She shrugs. “You know what she sees at the church.”

She’s not going to get angry. Getting angry won’t do her any good. “I’m marrying him because I love him.”

“You loved Hugh,” she says. “He was cute. Your age. He even converted.”

Part of her wonders who was keeping Nell updated on the gossip of her life. The rest of her doesn’t care. “He didn’t love me right.”

“There’s a wrong way?” she asks, too lightly.

“Yes,” she says, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from scowling. “And I can’t love anyone right who loves me wrong. Hugh and I would have been miserable, in the end. We were in love with people that didn’t exist.”

She’d wanted someone who would love her through all of her changes.

Hugh had wanted someone who would never change.

Even in her bitterest moments, she can’t truly blame him. She had been a static woman when they’d met. She was the one that changed and she was the one that had wanted someone who would love her anyway and she was the one that had ended their engagement when she’d realized that someone wasn’t him.

Nell leans forward to steal her half-drunk cup of coffee, leaning back as she gulps it down in three long swallows. “Okay. I’ll tell Mum to back off, yeah? Not that it’ll do any good. She never listens to me anyway.”

“Oh,” Dot says, startled, and then Nell is getting to her feet and waving as she melts back into the crowd of the street.

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Bert and Cec are in their room, sleeping after working through the night. Jack is over, but he’s never not known, and these days they don’t even bother to shove their twin beds apart when he's here.

She’s seated on her knees at the coffee table, Jack sitting behind her on the couch, nose buried in a case file that she’s going to look over herself as soon as she figures out this seating chart.

Jack clears his throat and she leans back, pressing her back to his knees and looking up. The file has been discarded and he’s looking at her with a sort of warm softness that has her reaching out her hand and letting him haul her upright just enough so that she can fall into his lap, seated sideways so her legs are stretched out over the couch.

His arms come around her waist and his lips quirk up in an almost smile. She smooths out the line between his eyebrows with her thumb, almost asks, but know it’s a waste when he’s nearly there already.

Sure enough, he looks at the space over her head and asks, “Do you want us to get a new house?”

She blinks. She hadn’t considered it, really, had assumed that she’d move into the house Jack has now. She’s been there. It’s a very nice house. A little empty feeling, perhaps, but she figured they’d solve that quickly enough. Instead of saying any of that, she asks, “Do you want me to want us to get a new house?”

He looks at her then, exasperated, and she smiles, shifting her hand lower to trace his bottom lip. He licks his lips, his tongue barely brushing her fingertip, and her breath hitches, but he says, “Rosie picked it.”

It makes sense that his first wife helped pick the house, and Dot has never tiptoed her way around Rosie, but that’s not quite what he’s saying.

Rosie picked it.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

Jack shrugs, looking away from her again. “She made a good choice.”

“Yes,” Dot agrees. It really is a very nice house, in a good area. “But do you like it?”

He shifts beneath her, meeting her gaze when he admits, “I let her pick what she wanted. I thought things would be okay, if I could give her what she wanted.”

And now it reminds him of how much that didn’t work, how she left that house and him both. He’d offered her the house in the divorce, but she hadn’t wanted it, for her own reasons.

“Why don’t we pick something we both want?” she asks, because no matter how nice the house is, she doesn’t want what he doesn’t’. “I bet Mac has some good leads on houses that are going to be on the market. She knows so many useful things like that.”

“Yeah?” he asks, relief making his whole body relax even as his arms tighten, tugging her that much closer against him.

“Yeah,” she echoes, then dips down her head for a kiss he’s eager to give her.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #solvblad #miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #i'm so glad you asked #dot/jack is my rarepair and i love them

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avoteforme · 2 months

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here's looking at you kid

#hrrrrrm i wonder who jack robinson is smiling at THIS TIME #an unoriginal post but a most excellent one nevertheless #when a richmond kid met a collingwood kid #miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #jack robinson #phryne fisher #jack x phryne

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rachaeljurassic · 10 months

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#mfmm #phryne fisher #jack robinson

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bubblyernie · 5 months

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As someone who cannot stand the miscommunication trope I really have to take my hat off for Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries where every miscommunication is neatly wrapped up by the end of the episode or the start of the next one. Thank Christ.

#I hâte That trope so much it makes me so angry for no reason GDJSHJD #miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm

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missfisherandjack · 15 hours

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