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anonymous asked:

Have you ever heard of an Australian tv show called Miss Fishers Murder Mysteries?? Its pretty great, and I love a good old 1930's detective story; but I've been hung up on one of the main characters - Dorothy Williams. She blossoms (and by blossoms I here mean becomes more confident, and chunkier, noticeably chunkier) and I don't think my heart can take much more...

OH MAN.  Anon, this is remarkable news.  Okay, my real life best friend is obsessed with mysteries.  Like, she watches Murder, She Wrote – her love for lady mysteries is deep.  She’s been crowing about Miss Fishers forever, and I keep grudgingly acknowledging that yes, it’s on my list. 

But now?  Now that I know I’m going to be BLESSED WITH A CHUNKY WOMAN?  It just jumped to the top of my To Be Watched List.

Let’s take a look at Dorothy.  This is her, yes?  Because she’s fucking adorable and has a jawline that makes me want to scream:

Originally posted by docmacmillan

Also unnngghhh let’s look at this one:

Originally posted by phrynefisherismyrolemodel

Also, what are the odds I can ship her with Miss Fisher?  Any good gay vibes going on there?  Because Miss Fisher has this whole feisty angular brunette thing going on, and I’m such a fan of that look:

Originally posted by phrynesforeheadkisses

What I’m saying is if I watch it, can I write fic where the mystery of how Dorothy got chubby is that Miss Fisher was giving her cookies?

(No seriously.  @d-lightfulexcess have you watched it?)


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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.