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castle-dominion · 1 year ago

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c3x22 to love & die in LA

Ooh a plot heavy episode lol acab Dude it might be easier to hop than it is to crawl idk. Wow mafia lookin dude Lol the sarcastic "scary"

What time of day is this? Castle is here first! Lanie <3 I keep forgetting that bounty hunters are real. Arrest probs. Yep arrest. At least he still has a face.

Just like Murdoch! Ryan taking things back to s1 rly quick here with his outfit like that huh Silencers don't make them completely silent, they just dampen the noise

Royce has nice brown eyes & freckles

Beckett shut it Girl. Girl no.

She has a pic of him with her? That's sweet. (Also reminds me of george crabtree with a picture in his house with an awkward murdoch. if he wasn't so head over heels for julia he would be in love with... well pendrick but if he wasn't head over heels for pendrick he would be in love with george. Remember that time when william asked george out to the christmas ball?)

This is what it's like sitting in the back of a car with my two brothers & they put me in the middle Bro you could stand up to let her out, it's like the bus! It's castle obv. (could clip, but I won't)

I'll be your backup <3

"under the radar" cut to a fancy car Castle is so cocky Ew neat mural... I like maurice. Beckett has some really LA type clothing here...

Mob ties?

WAIT WHAT Guest house, reminds me of Japan. "Me too" XD apparently they went thru several iterations before settling on that.

Their little handshake

y'all PLEASE watch the bonus features if you can. Apparently this IS where they shoot Castle & even the camera ones are literally the ones who work on Castle. She's in rehab???

Raley & ochoa? That's VERY original castle /s. lmao doesn't huerve mean egg? what is that handshake? I love it RC: You're a cop, so it's your job. Rick go talk to ryan about his motivations & then make smth up for Raley! Update: I have now watched the audio commentaries & stuff for s1. Apparently Ryan was a boring character so Dever started carrying around Richard Castle books, probably borrowing them from beckett. Dever went "what is my character's motivation^/" & they said "idk" so he started reading castle books.

KB: *talking abt the case* KB: *trails off once she sees bootleg rysposito* (clipping)

GIRL "HOLA CHICA" IS EASIER TO WRITE THAN "GREETING IN SPANISH" WTF Aw look at them kiss in the morgue. LP: Wait is your friend that top-heavy tramp in reception? JE: Hm? What? HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO DISSOLVE? YOU MIGHT WANT TO SNAP SOME PICS QUICK. (clipping)

Did they call? How did rick learn abt the dissolving bullets? (love how he is on conspiracy websites tho lol) Girl??? Also the lockpick scene was ok except for the fact that she didn't physically unlock the door after getting the pegs aligned Watch ur fingerprints. No all the way back to new york? they're going to go back & then once in new york they'll have to come back to LA If royce can't hunt bounties then he'd totally be a PI Nice to hear LAPD instead of NYPD.

Ooh robbery homicide LMAO IT REALLY IS MUCH WORSE THAN ARREST. IT'S LIKE WHEN YOUR DAD SAYS HE'S NOT MAD JUST DISAPPOINTED. They often say "welcome to new york" & now it's "welcome to LA" & I think it's a nice change of pace.

Ryan outfit: patterned shirt, collared button-up as usual, tie. I love the little brother things here. Imagine if it was martha's acting school. Ryan just held up his fingers to say "line two" but montgomery saw & hun he might just hop on the phone too. JE: Sup girl? Hey she's genuinely being useful in the investigation. Or maybe not, maybe she's just telling them what to do even tho they can do it on their own See? Castle is smart enough

Now this is intense I love it. I also love how the man goes into the office just wearing his surfwear.

Ha not that good. Way ahead of you bro. These two are a great team. (tbh I'm clipping this bc I like seeing them do smart stuff)

Just like castle! Making up stories to mess with you! You're not so bad yourself castle??? Are u in a relationship? If she wasn't I'd say kiss kiss kiss. Huh her nails are painted.

Maurice my beloved lmao no it only melts nazis ok bud Could have yelled "coming, one sec" "We're not on the case anymore" I like Seeger's tie No, seeger went to the house for something. Wait it was for the gal who stole the stuff nvm.

Mum caught on right away that they would use the props YES RALEY/TAYLOR & OCHOA/HERVE! That's the dumbest thing ever I love how he just accepts that

This is so great. Apparently this is the same interview room as usual, they just changed it up a bit to make it look like the movie set. I mean you're right child molesters are the lowest of the low but they usually get killed so they are not actually IN prison. I like how we get to see the dramatic upset behind the set. update: OH it's bc we usually get to see people in the observation room like montgomery $500 is cheap af I wonder if they filmed that for the bonus features of the nikki heat film but they probably wouldn't include Reggie in there. Does this mean I can leave?

She's just walkin by stripping from all of the costume stuff they gave her None of the other ones are before a height measure thing, only Mannis is. He also looks to be above 6' even tho his profile says 6'0" update: THE EASTER EGGS FURIED CROWS

MAURICE! Also I can't tell if this guy is fancy, european, or gay. It's like that song, gay or european, & it's like dirk gently, possibly gay & definitely european.

Wow definitely not new york. Man has a tattoo. Oh of course they couldn't resist a shot of this. Does she have any bullet wounds? Appendicitis scars? I'm into girls but I'm not into this. (I'm into girls like Ryan who is not a girl. He is a lesbian to me though.) What accent is this? She grabbed his wrist now he's the one holding her hand? Weird

I thought that was the original plan lol RC: DOn't poke me! KB: Poke you? I want to kiss you! SO DO IT ALREADY (won't clip)

Decently obvious lie... (BESTIES HOW DO THEY BECOME GOOD ACTORS FOR 5X10 & HOW DID ESPOSITO LOSE ALL OF HIS "WE WERE TRAINED NOT TO GIVE UP INFORMATION" SKILLS?) Why did RM say this to espt instead of saying "you or you"? Also I'd def excpect esposito the "we were trained not to give up information" man to be good at lying. JE: *nods to ryan* RM: *Smiles as the two walk away* They are her brothers <3

RC out of the blue: Can i interest you in one of these robes? Seeger: ? No! Thank you!

Where in the world are they meeting her? Ok but the way Ryan whips his jacket around mm These two are partners & I love them He just answer's some stranger's phone with "yo" lol KB: ... ESPOSITO??? JE: BECKETT??? KB: Are you with mannis? JE, casually: Yeah I just shot him KB: JE: Why r u calling him? KB: Look we need to know where & when ganz is selling those bullets JE: Done JE, to mannis: Where's the deal going down? *gun pressed to his throat* DM: I'm hit man call an ambulance JE: Well my partner's on that KR: Nine, one... what comes after that one? DM: I;m in pain here man! JE gets the location out of him by pressing in on him & putting him in pain (acab) & then bringing the cell phone to the screaming man's voice & then he cracks, that easy, tells em where to go. KR comes in after that asking who shot royce which was a good call. It was Ganz.

the heck does "quarter of six" mean? Do you mean 5:15 or do you mean 5:45 or do you mean 6:15? I would say quarter TO six for 6.30, quarter PAST six for 6.15, third PAST six for 6.20 & half PAST six for 6.30. Yo where did beckett get a gun?

That's a sus buff tattooed guy She says "police" instead of nypd bc she doesn't have jurisdiction here & she is not lapd. Yo, nice knife! Mmm a smouldering cigar Hun u better have the safety on & the gun not cocked. easy way to lose a buttock. Glad we got a shot of her booty tho. She's not my type (except for maybe s1 beckett) but I can still appreciate a pretty lady.

Apparently she had to learn how to vault a gate on set that day in front of a hundred plus people. She tries to do most of her own stunts tho. I never imagined hell looked like you ugh good line good line First names <3 Girl u put the safety on right?

I like their little friendly ending together & then DX rick gives him a housecoat that's so great lol

I thought about it. But I knew I never would. I knew I couldn't

NOTE FROM A DEAD GUY SHIPS THEM. Care & love does not need to be romantic ig... Wait he wrote the note in all caps

I loved the costumes in this episode. V nice. v good.

It was a different episode today! I enjoyed it a lot! & I went five minutes overtime in my watch (I give myself double time to watch it) but other than that yeah I'm happy!

(Got some good clips here today)

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murdochmysteriesimagines · 5 years ago

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The Rose of Texas

Request: Female S/O and George writing love letters to each other please.

A/N: What was asked of me and what I provided are completely different. I had an idea and it snowballed into a product not only longer than intended but something I plan to work on further. In the end I wrote something that I wanted to write. I hope you enjoy it.

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12/02/1910

My Sweetest George

I assume its too late to say Merry Christmas while I’m writing to you, no doubt when you finally receive it. If it manages to get through whatever blockade is set up for the Red Cross Couriers. I should have written to you when I first departed. That night I left it felt like I hadn’t said enough to you, now I can barely think of any words that could explain the world I find myself in. But like you say George, its best to start from the beginning. What I ask myself is what is the true beginning of this? I suppose your start would be me sneaking off in the middle of the night. I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I said to you that evening, or to be more accurate, to say what I yelled at you in blind anger. All the trouble I’m going through seems to be an appropriate punishment for my sins, but I still feel guilty for it. I guess I’m not as heartless as you think. Kidding aside I am truly sorry for what I said about you George, you are one of the best men I know. No man I’ve met can hold a candle to you, such a man does not deserve to be branded a coward because he refuses to follow every whim I have like a trained dog. Regardless of what you believe me to be, just know I deeply regret what I said to you. I love you George, do not ever think otherwise.

To most Canadians this ugly situation would have officially started back in ‘01’, when McKinley was shot dead and our beloved Roosevelt ascended to the Oval office, to the rank of self-appointed King. Another Caesar stabbed in the senate house with an opportunistic Augustus looking to forge his throne from the blood of the opposition. For every Pure Food and Drug Act making headlines, there was a coal miners strike repressed by federal troops. For every shining railroad built off the labour of the Southern states in his so-called relief camps, political opponents arrested and shipped out west. Corruption in the government pulled out like a weed and replaced with a loyal lap dog. Any man could see Roosevelt moved against anyone who dare opposed him with a vengeance, quickly and decisively. The press would say it was all in the name of stability and security; those journalists untouched by the Bears Claws at the cost of singing him endless praise and justifying every sin they could not cover up. The press in Canada more than happy to parrot their kin who looked up to the ever kind, ever present presidential king. How many truly knew the light of democracy that all sources held on the highest pedestal was being snuffed out. Fuel to the flame being cut by a tyrant who would stop at nothing to consolidate power around himself. Roosevelt’s party switch in the ‘04’ election should have been the wake-up call to the world, yet most remained ignorant. From the Republicans to the newly founded Progressive Party of America. The medias favourite figurehead as the acting chair; old officials sent to replace the ‘corrupt’ surprisingly changing sides to the governing party. The ignorant sang their praise at the man, no longer was America a two-party country, surely liberty and prosperity would follow us into the new century. The naïve and unenlightened will maintain that rhetoric, those paid to believe that it was the ungrateful south that opposed our King who kindly kept us under the federal government’s thumb. I guess we should be grateful to Roosevelt George: he had generously allowed our suffering to continue rather than slaughter the disgruntled southern population entirely, although even his media sources would have a rough time justifying that atrocity.

To me George, this started all the way back in ‘65’ with the end of the civil war. I’ve heard the cries that we are nothing more than a second coming of the Confederacy, succession is the last thing on our minds George. Instead of state and property rights; our cause is against tyranny and for a liberation of our enslavement. Only Lincoln wanted to reintegrate the confederates into the union. When he died so did any hope of unification. They liberated the slaves only to create a new breed to replace what was lost. While the new states in the west would thrive, we were kept in limbo, we were added back to the boarder but treated like foreigners, a conquered population, an enemy. P.O.W’s were sent home branded as traitors, permanently disfigured, or not at all. Their labour was used to rebuild the country they supposedly destroyed. If they refused: beatings would be felt, if they persisted: executed. All vailed as righteous punishment for a war that was spouted to end such treatment. When the work force gradually trickled back to their impoverished states the federal government still needed bodies for their factories, to build their rails, roads, to work for starvation wages. They have been stealing our men since the war’s conclusion, leave it to the Bear to expand upon a profitable idea. The men before him content with only conscripting the innocent for a camp or costly war abroad.

I remember the stories Pa would tell me of his time in the labour camps, whips, a hot iron and chains placed onto the worst offending farmers and militia men, not one rich enough to own a slave. That fact still true when they passed reforms for meager wages to be paid after years of free imprisonment. He’ll never tell us the full story of how he made it back to Texas. Just whispers about riots and hard choices being made. You’ve seen photos of him back when I was a youngling. It’s hard to imagine that moustache wearing the skin of an old gray back bludgeoning a guard for his freedom. He wore the uniform so his sons and daughters could wear suits and dresses. That fantasy gave way to reality when the Bear took the office. We all know now that was the turning point, the final act calm before the storms return.

When that French self-proclaimed Marxist revolutionary tried to rob Roosevelt of his life outside the senate building last September, we all knew there would be no turning back. A final push for greater political power while he was still in the hospital; forced eradication of opposing political parties, arresting any figure suspected of discontent towards the Bear, tightening the reigns on labour camps; all in the name of security and stability. Just short of a throne and crown for the new set appointed Royal and his noblemen. That revolutionary expected to trigger an uprising of the workers of America. Perhaps the French immigrant will be disappointed he mistook the civil discontent for an overthrow of the upper class. Maybe he’s in such a state with the provider answers given to him from outside that cell, upset that the only revolution to come is for the fate of our democracy rather than his ideology.

They call us Confederates, slaver, traitors: we are no such thing George. We didn’t betray the constitution, our foundations of the Republic. Our police forces haven’t arrested innocent diplomats and citizens for imagined crimes. The re-emerging National Unity Party did not crown a king. The Federalists fight for the Progressive Party and their oligarchies own interests. The Union States Of America fight for a greater purpose than self improvement; we fight for our republic, our constitution, our freedom. That is why I went home George, to save my country, not destroy it. The territory of an old enemy along with states tired of Washington’s rule now harbor the government they once opposed.

When we departed from Toronto, I expected the worst, years of training and work in hospitals as a nurse has filled my mind with standards for the dead and injured. All were surpassed when we arrived. Medical tents filled with victims of the Bull Run offensive executed by the federalist along the Virginian boarder. Such audacity does not surprise me: expecting us to falter at a single push into the Tennessee mountain ranges and entrenched divisions. Their hastily assembled army under Pershing has failed to end this war in the one fell swoop that the Bear has promised. As the winter snows began to set in November, we all knew this would be another long war.

However, we are determined to fight until our flag flies over Washington. The problems of the old war are gone. Allies from South America and Europe not blinded by the Tyrants propaganda rally behind us, bringing with them the newest toys of war. Self loading rifles from Mexico, artillery and generals from Germany, raw materials from Chile; manpower from all. I’m curious if it was more surprised to hear the Kaiser’s finest were getting involved rather than the United States got caught in another war. The old guards of Europe stay neutral for the time, I doubt the British will stand idle if an ally to the Germans were to set up south of their biggest dominion, not while world tensions are on the rise. I pray that this war stays contained to a single country. Perhaps with some luck the Germans, Unionists and British can unite against the tyrants of the North.

It must have been a field day for the parliament and press when the German Kaiserliche Marine flying the new flag of free America appeared off the eastern coastline. We don’t always get the best information of their front, rumours of skirmishes between the two fleets at best. It’s ironic: after the Spanish American war the federalist tried to bring their armada into the modern age. Their expensive steel monsters laying at the bottom of the Atlantic or under siege in harbour to another European power; neutralized, useless. Unable to halt the merchants and never-ending convoys bringing supplies into the bastion of freedom that will be their undoing. The southern men they conscripted as canon fodder returning home with knowledge of war. Liberated slave labour taught the craft of large-scale production under the threat of death now building our infrastructure from the rubble it was left in. All in due time George, we will rebuild our homes into a flourish state.

The war was quiet for most of December; everyone was busy drawing lines on maps to lay claim to whatever they could get their hands on. When the dead and wounded came down to what the regulars call “acceptable levels”, the medical staff finally got some rest. I got word from my older brother; he’s been stationed in loyal Missouri as a mechanic. Apparently, he learned a few more tricks with a wrench while interned in Wisconsin last year. He’s still not pleased I moved up to Canada, it’s not my fault there was no work in Texas. He’s a stubborn man, stuck in his own mind most of the time. He really is a spitting image of my Ma at times.

He did tell me something wonderful. Since the actual constitution was re-enacted after our schism the original voting laws have been put in place. Any citizen who owns property has a formal vote in government affairs. My brother wrote to me and informed me that after I left Pa added my name to the family homestead. I was able to vote George; man or woman, gender and race made irrelevant in a single move. Now I know they say a man’s vote is his own business, but I won’t pretend I’m not pleased with President Wilson being sworn in as the true leader American republic. God willing, he’ll be able to see us through these trying times.

In more personal news George, I have an update. I received a promotion of sorts, although I’m sure you would have a less glamorous title for it. Back in January our medical unit got assigned to the 12th Union Division near the Missouri, Illinois boarder. We were near the front providing what we could to soldiers on rotation to reserves when our dressing station was attacked by the federalists. Apparently, they exploited a breach the line and rushed into gain land. We were doctors and nurses being targeted, fresh faced recruits and wounded apparently a grave threat.

Pa always said I had the best shot in the family, hunting rabbits in my youth to avoid starvation has paid off. I managed to organize what soldiers remained and we held the federalists off, long enough for the reserves to come in. I’ll spare you the details George, but shooting an animal isn’t much different than a man. Not here at least.

We managed to push them back to the starting line of trenches before they gave up. In the heat of the moment no one noticed or cared about a nurse with a rifle and ammo pouch along side them. It came to a marksman battle between the two trenches cut short by an artillery barrage. When the explosions and flying dirt came back down to earth the Boots finally noticed the out of place skirt.

I received a medal for my work. “For outstanding bravery in service of the American Republic, her citizens or sons of war in the daunting presence of the enemy.” Words inscribed on the back of a silver wolves head now pinned to my new uniform. The same animal that occupies our flag. The red and white stripes guarded by a ferocious beast.

I expected to be chewed out for stepping out of line. Instead, punishment gave way to practicality and I was given the ability to be more than a subject for propaganda. I agreed to become a Lance Corporal for the first company in the division. A hybrid of marksman and field medic, whatever the situation calls for. I’m happy to serve my country however I can, even if the task has become more deadly. I will answer the call, even if I maybe one of the only woman on the battlefield of this war. I know I still have to earn the respect of the men around me, citizen soldier or foreign volunteer. I know I can rise to the challenge George. I know I can prove myself to be a model soldier, perhaps an officer if I get lucky. I know I can be the strong woman you believe in. I know that together our united effort from around the globe can crush the tyrants of the North.

I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I’ve sin to you George. I want nothing more than to be back by your side. To be held in your arms that seem to protect me from the horrors of the world. We might be in for a lengthy war, but I have eternal confidence, our armies, our allies, our mission for freedom for all Americans; not just those in the Bears preferred party. Our armies will march north until we reach the Canadian boarder, crushing all resistance in our path. Then George, perhaps we can be together once again.

Lance Corporal y/n Crabtree.

#murdoch mysteries fanfiction #murdoch mysteries imagine #murdoch mysteries #reader insert #imagine #fanfiction #george crabtree #george crabtree imagine #george crabtree x reader

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sublime-cacti · 3 years ago

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is he..? ….you know…. being resurrected again?

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i-am-a-whimsy-boy · 3 years ago

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George Crabtree can bitch slap someone into the next century; that is a power he needs to utilize more often.

#murdoch mysteries #the murdoch effect #george crabtree #I made the mistake of watching the murdoch effect again and now it haunts my every thought #like can you imagine getting hit by a constable and suddenly you're 100 years in the future?#criminals wouldn't stand a chance

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xxjewellynwatts · 3 years ago

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The Wine Cellar - A Llewellyn Watts x OC (you!) story

Request: Hello:))) I've had another idea for a fluffy love confession for Llewellyn Watts (I'm a sucker for those😇) we know that Watts love wine so I thought about the reader and Watts getting drunk and kissing.... Let me know what you think:))))

Answer: Hello, dear! Terribly sorry for answering and writing very long after you requested! I hope you enjoy this, I’m not very good at writing about alcohol as I am very anti-alcohol myself so I did my best!

As a woman making it in history books (unbeknownst to you) as the first lady hired as a detective in a Canadian police station in the 19th century, you sure were a secretive, focused and serious person.

People enjoyed being around you, you were funny when you wanted to, but also very interesting to listen to for you had extravagant and insightful ideas. Detective Murdoch had quickly grown accustomed to discussing physics theories with you, so had constable George Crabtree when discussing ideas for his stories, and so had Dr. Ogden as you were always keen to discuss new discoveries in the fields of medicine but also psychology and much more.

Truly, the only person who seemed to be unable to get as close to you was Llewellyn Watts. When you had joined the Station n°4, he was already working there and you two had had very brief and courteous conversations that were always surrounding work. He had grown accustomed to watching you from afar as you worked diligently at your desk or as you walked around a crime scene with Detective Murdoch. He enjoyed your quiet presence around him very much albeit he would have rather preferred you discussed with him and showed him bits of your intriguing mind.

And yet... he could not see his wish come true. He was used to being regarded as the awkward detective and didn’t mind others finding him weird or not friendly. But he was friendly, and all the members of Station n°4 knew it. Except you. Perhaps he was too shy around you.

One day however, you both were given a case on which you had to work together. Llewellyn tried to read you and you didn’t seem to mind but neither were you thrilled whilst he could swear he had never felt so nervous in his entire life.

Surprisingly though, he found out you were easy to talk to. You actually smiled more often now you were alone with him and working with him and seemed more open for conversation.

As you two made your way to the house where a murder had occurred, he found out you could understand his philosophical references. He couldn’t hide the joy of finally having someone who understood them!

‘Well, Detective Watts, you have been smiling for a few minutes now. May I inquire you about that?’ you said with your own little smile.

‘It’s just...’ he said as he turned around on himself, surprised you caught his smile. ‘It’s the first time someone understands my references’.

What an adorable smile and thought, you thought to yourself as you felt your stomach flutter. You were a very sociable person but ever since you’ve been working there, you couldn’t seem to be able to become Detective Watts’ friend. He was the only one with whom you were unsure of how to act. He impressed you quite a bit and you felt as though he could be deceived of your personality if he had gotten closer to you. You were glad you were assigned to that case with him. Now you could get a glimpse of his intriguing worlds and ideas.

‘Well, this is the most flattering thing I have heard in a while’ you said honestly, still smiling at him.

He got lost for a bit in your eyes and the way your eyes shined when you smiled before he was interrupted by the opening of a door. The owner of the house in which you had to investigate had finally answered the door.

As you inquired about the crime, you could see Llewellyn wander through the house before asking to the owner and thereby cutting him through one of his answers to you:

‘Would you mind telling us what this little door leads to?’ he asked as he snapped his fingers at a small door on the right of the entry of the parlor.

‘Oh, it’s my wine cellar’ said the owner.

Llewellyn raised his eyebrows.

And before you knew it, the owner had opened the door and had let you two discover his wine cellar as he went on to discuss with his maids upstairs.

It didn’t take you long to realize Llewellyn was a wine connoisseur. And a fine one at that, too.

‘What a surprise’ you said as you looked at him taste the wine. ‘I didn’t know you were a connoisseur’

He smiled at you as he offered you some wine.

‘You want me to become one, too?’ you joked before you accepted the glass.

He laughed a bit as he waited for your opinion.

‘Not bad’ you said after you had brought the glass to your lips. ‘I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite though’

He laughed again. It was the first time you heard him laugh genuinely and for some reason you wished you could hear it again and again and again.

‘That’s normal, Miss (y/l/n). His collection, I’m afraid, is not one of the best. But here...’ he said as he took a bottle out. ‘Here, it seems we have an interesting one’.

He opened it and poured the both of you some of it.

He raised his glass and you smiled. You both drank it and before you realized it, the bottle was empty and you both were laughing off philosophical debates and the owner’s wine collection.

Now to be fair, you two were not completely drunk. Just a bit. And that bit seemed to have eased your mutual shyness.

‘You know I’ve never thought you were so agreeable, Llewe- sorry Detective Watts’ you said as you looked away. Could it be you were becoming rude?

Llewellyn’s heart skipped a beat though upon hearing his name come from your mouth in such a friendly way.

‘No, please, I don’t mind. Please, call me Llewellyn’ he insisted.

‘Well, then... Llewellyn... I am very glad we seem to get along so well’, you said with a genuine smile.

‘And so am I’ he admitted. ‘I have been struggling to talk to you for some reason. I have never been able to connect with people, really. You know... man’s flaws...’ he said with a distant look in his eyes before turning back his attention to you. ‘But you... seemed so competent, so... intriguing... I didn’t know how to approach you...’ he admitted, a bit saddened.

You stared at him in shock before getting slightly closer to him.

‘Llewellyn... What a strange coincidence... I... I had been feeling and thinking the exact same things!’ you exclaimed a bit louder than you had intended to. ‘It’s easy to be likable with others but with you I thought... I think I thought I wasn’t enough... Like you wouldn’t find anything about me interesting...’

‘You thought you weren’t enough?’ he repeated as though he thought the alcohol was hitting him hard. ‘God you are... your mere smile is enough to make me feel happy for the whole week!’ he suddenly said. ‘And your face is so symmetrical...’ he added with a distant look.

He looked back at you as he realized what he had just said.

Both of your hearts were racing by now and you were suddenly leaning in closer until both of your minds registered the pressure on each others’ lips and labelled it as the kiss you both had been longing for.

You two quickly parted away though as you heard the owner of the house come back down to the wine cellar as he exclaimed:

‘You two are still in here?! And... what have you done to my wine?!’

You both looked at each other holding back your laughter.

‘Well, Mr, thank you very much for answering our questions. Hopefully you will not hear from us provided you are not the killer. Anything else, Miss (y/l/n)?’ he pretended.

You played along.

‘Actually, no. We were just about to go’.

And right before you closed the door behind you, you said to the owner:

‘Oh, and sir, you might want to consider getting a better collection’.

You could see his face becoming red but before he could fight back, Llewellyn and you were running far away from the house bursting out laughing.

#hope you like dissss #murdoch mysteries #murdoch mysteries imagine #fanfiction #cbc murdoch #william murdoch #julia ogden #george crabtree #emily grace #llewellyn x oc #llewellyn x reader #llewellyn watts #thomas brackenreid #henry higgins #canada #detective murdoch #police station #wine #james gillies

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mey-rin-is-fabulous · 3 years ago

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So I've been watching Murdoch Mysteries , I'm at s7 probably near the end. I got to kung fu crabtree and I'm just thinking about modern changtree maybe even a reincarnation modern thing. George deserves to be happy with someone especially considering all the crap they put him through. Like I liked George and Emily but then the whole Leslie thing happened and goddang why are they so mean to the best boy.

#i'm going to call this changtree #uhm #murdoch mysteries #george crabtree #wu chang #i wonder how chief constable giles is doing #i kinda miss the jerk #also imagine a modern murdoch and pendrick #or even better murdoch pendrick and ogden ot3 #murdoch does have 2 hands after all #anyway george deserves a stable relationship

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imaginesanonymous · 8 years ago

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Welcome to Toronto

Request: Murdoch Mysteries, your a new constable and George is showing you around the station.

a/n- Sorry it’s been taking me so long to write. I’m sick and exhausted and my life is way too overwhelming right now. This is pretty short because I know I won’t have time to watch as much of the show as I would need to to write this so I decided to just get it done so I can move on and keep up with the requests. This is based on my very limited knowledge after watching like 4 episodes. It’s a good show though and I’m definitely going to watch more when I have time.

You push through the ornate doors of the station, slowly letting your eyes bounce around the main room as you enter. Landing a big job in a foreign city was what you’d dreamt of as a child enamored with adventure, and now all your hard work was coming to fruition.

“I take it you’re the new constable?” the man behind the front desk asks you, words laden with a strange accent. He has a weak jaw and large, round eyes.

“Y/N, L/N,” you extend your hand. He takes it with a smile.

“You look just like they described you! Constable George Crabtree at your service,” he exclaims. “Well, y/n, I’ve been charged with the task of showing you around the place, so how about we get started?” He steps down from the desk so you two are level and waits for you go-ahead.

“Yes, that would be lovely!” you smile brightly and find George returns the sentiment with ease.

“Alright, I figure we can start with- oh!” he says, caught off-guard as someone walks by. “Murdoch, come and say hello to our new constable, Y/N L/N!”

Murdoch looks a bit startled but introduces himself nonetheless, exchanging a few pleasantries before excusing himself back to his work.

“You’d best keep your eye on him. He’s a smart one. Best detective this station has ever seen,” George nods sagely. “Let’s check in with Inspector Brackenreid.”

He leads you farther back into the station pointing out various little odds and ends and introducing you to whoever you came across along the way. Finally, you find yourself standing at the door to the inspector’s office. George knocked briskly before ushering you in under the announcement, “Our newest constable!”

“Ah, Ms./Mr. L/N. Good to have you on the team. Are you ready for your first assignment?” Brackenreid inquires.

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rubyogden · 3 years ago

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When I imagine George Crabtree, I see those silly animated penguins from Mary Poppins following him.

#murdoch mysteries #george crabtree

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nevcolleil · 3 years ago

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I can only imagine that this was behind the scenes preceding 9x01:

Someone in the prison: ya know we're gettin one a those coppers from station house 4 I hear

Giles: well that doesn't surprise me. I'd ask that you tell me it's William Murdoch, but I'm quite certain my fortune has not so drastically improved

Someone: 'was one of the constables - a George... some'in or other about a tree

Giles (who considers Crabtree the only honest man in station house 4):

(° °)

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

┬─┬ノ( º _ ºノ)

┻━┻︵ \(°□°)/ ︵ ┻━┻

#percival giles #george crabtree #murdoch mysteries

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drzito · 3 years ago

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Las 236 películas que he visto en 2021 (parte 1)

En negrita la que os recomiendo:

1.- Las manos de Orlac (Robert Wiene, 1925)

2.- Just Imagine (David Butler, 1930)

3.- Los ángeles del infierno (Howard Hughes, 1930)

4.- El secreto de vivir (Frank Capra, 1936)

5.- El ídolo de Nueva York (Rowland V Lee, 1937)

6.- The mysterious Mr Davis (Claude Autant-Lara, 1939)

7.- El bazar de las sorpresas (Ernst Lubitsch, 1940)

8.- Juan Nadie (Frank Capra, 1941)

9.- La mujer pantera (Jacques Torneur, 1942)

10.- El forajido (Howard Hughes, 1943)

11.- Alma en suplicio (Michael Curtiz, 1945)

12.- El socio (Roberto Gavaldon, 1946)

13.- Eugenia Grandet (Mario Soldati, 1946)

14.- Rio Rojo (Howard Hawks, 1948)

15.- El molino del Po (Alberto Lattuada, 1949)

16.- Rashomon (Akira Kurosawa, 1950)

17.- Muerte de un viajante (László Benedek, 1951).

18.- On the waterfront (Elia Kazan, 1954)

19.- Inside Detroit (Fred F Sears, 1956)

20.- Jubal (Delmer Daves, 1956)

21.- La rebeldía de la Sra. Stover (Raoul Walsh, 1956)

22.- Crimen, S.A. (Sydney Salkow, 1957)

23.- Mas fuerte que la vida (Martin Ritt, 1957)

24.- Portland Exposé (Harold D Schuster, 1957)

25.- El ataque de la mujer de 50 pies (Nathan Juran, 1958).

26.- Como atrapar un marido (George Marshall, 1959)

27.- Cover Girl Killer (Terry Bishop, 1959)

28.- Horror en el Museo Negro (Arthur Crabtree, 1959).

30.- La indómita y el millonario (Richard Quine, 1959)

31.- Nunca robes cosas pequeñas (Charles Lederer, 1959)

32.- The big operator (Charles F Haas, 1959)

33.- The angry silence (Guy Green, 1960)

34.- Pijama para dos (Delbert Mann, 1961)

35.- El confidente (Jean-Pierre Melville, 1962)

36.- Bitter harvest (Peter Graham Scott, 1963)

37.- La muchacha que sabia demasiado (Mario Bava, 1963)

38.- El hombre de Rio (Philippe de Brocca, 1964)

39.- El coleccionista (William Wyler, 1965).

40.- La llamada del espacio (John Gilling, 1965)

41.- SOS El mundo en peligro (Terence Fisher, 1966)

42.- El gran robo (Peter Yates, 1967)

43.- Viy (Konstantin Yershov y Georgi Kropachyov, 1967)

44.- Joe el implacable (Sergio Corbucci, 1968)

45.- The touchables (Peter Freeman, 1968)

46.- Moon zero two (Roy Ward Baker, 1969)

47.- Odio en las entrañas (Martin Ritt, 1969)

48.- El conformista (Bernardo Bertolucci, 1970).

49.- El pájaro de las plumas de cristal (Dario Argento, 1970).

50.- Gas-s-s-s (Roger Corman, 1970)

51.- Terror en Dunwich (Daniel Haller, 1970)

52.- ¿Qué habéis hecho con Solange? (Massimo Dallamano, 1972)

53.- El caso Mattei (Francesco Rosi, 1972)

54.- Cómo destruir al más famoso agente secreto del mundo (Philippe de Brocca, 1973)

55.- El fin de Sheila (Herbert Ross, 1973)

56.- Salvad al tigre (John G. Avildsen, 1973)

57.- Sillas de montar calientes (Mel Brooks. 1974).

58.- Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du commerce, 1080 Bruxelles (Chantal Akerman, 1975)

59.- Novecento (Bernardo Bertolucci, 1976)

60.- El hombre de mármol (Andrej Wajda, 1977)

61.- Blue Collar (Paul Schrader, 1978)

62.- FIST, símbolo de fuerza (Norman Jewison, 1978)

63.- The Betsy (Daniel Petrie, 1978)

64.- Dracula (John Badham, 1979)

65.- El socio (Rene Gainville, 1979).

66.- La hipótesis de un cuadro robado (Raul Ruiz, 1979)

67.- El hombre de hierro (Andrej Wajda, 1977)

68.- Después de... primera parte: Atado y bien atado (Cecilia y Jose Juan Batolome, 1981)

69.- En busca del fuego (Jean Jacques Annaud, 1981)

70.- Función de noche (Josefina Molina, 1981)

71.- Turno de noche (Ron Howard, 1982)

72.- Despues de... segunda parte: No se os puede dejar solos (Cecilia y Jose Juan Bartolome, 1983)

73.- Risky Business (Paul Blickman, 1983).

74.- El jinete pálido (Clint Eastwood, 1985)

75.- Mad Max: Mas allá de la cúpula del trueno (George Miller, 1985)

76.- La matanza de Texas 2 (Tobe Hooper, 1986)

77.- Todo en un día (John Hughes, 1986)

78.- Atracción Fatal (Adrian Lyne, 1987)

79.- Business As Usual (Lezli-An Barrett, 1987)

80.- Marusa no onna (Juzo Itami, 1987)

81.- Los fantasmas atacan al jefe (Richard Donner, 1988)

82.- Última salida Brooklyn (Uli Edel, 1989).

83.- Bailando con lobos (Kevin Costner, 1990)

84.- El Exorcista III (William Peter Blatty, 1990).

85.- Los ojos del diablo (Dario Argento y George A Romero, 1990).

86.- Los chicos del barrio (John Singleton, 1991)

87.- Manto Negro (Bruce Beresford, 1991)

88.- Candyman (Bernard Rose, 1992).

89.- Daens (Stijn Coninx, 1992).

90.- Sonambulos (Mick Garris, 1992)

91.- Dave, presidente por un día (Ivan Reitman, 1993)

92.- El informe Pelicano (Alan J Pakula, 1993)

93.- La suplente (Tom Holland, 1993)

94.- La tapadera (Sydney Pollack, 1993)

95.- Lloviendo piedras (Ken Loach, 1993).

96.- Tombstone (George P Cosmatos, 1993)

97.- Acoso (Barry Levinson, 1994)

98.- Días Extraños (Kathryn Bigelow, 1995)

99.- Friday (F Gary Gray, 1995).

100.- Sabrina (Sydney Pollack, 1995)

101.- Safe (Todd Haynes, 1995)

102.- American Jobs (Chris Smith, 1996)

103.- La mujer del super (Jūzō Itami, 1996)

104.- En compañía de hombres (Neil LaBute, 1997).

105.- Hormigaz (Eric Darnell y Tim Johnson, 1998)

106.- Ronin (John Frankenheimer, 1998)

107.- Rounders (John Dahl, 1998)

108.- Salvar al soldado Ryan, (Steven Spielberg, 1998).

109.- Star Trek: Insurrección (Jonathan Frakes, 1998)

110.- Un romance muy peligroso (Steven Soderbergh, 1998)

111.- Galaxy Quest (Dean Parisot, 1999)

112.- La ducha (Zhang Yang, 1999)

113.- La humanidad (Bruno Dumont, 1999)

114.- Lista de espera (Juan Carlos Taibo, 1999)

115.- October Sky (Joe Johnston, 1999)

116.- Amor con preaviso (Marc Lawrence, 2002)

117.- En América (Jim Sheridan, 2002)

118.- Mr Deeds (Steven Brills, 2002).

119.- Oligarkh (Pavel Lounguine, 2002)

120.- Sweet Home Alabama (Andy Tennant, 2002)

121.- El jurado (Gary Fleder, 2003)

122.- Kitchen Stories (Bent Hamer, 2003)

123.- Code 46 (Michael Winterbottom, 2003)

124.- El nuevo mundo (Terrence Malick, 2005)

125.- ¡Marchando! (Rob McKittrick, 2005)

125.- 16 calles (Richard Donner, 2006)

126.- Apocalypto (Mel Gibson, 2006).

127.- Bosque de sombras (Koldo Serra, 2006)

128.- Empleado del mes (Greg Coolidge, 2006)

129.- Mas extraño que la ficción (Marc Forster, 2006)

130.- Un franco 14 pesetas (Carlos Iglesias, 2006)

131.- Bee Movie (Simon J. Smith y Steve Hickner, 2007)

132.- Import/Export (Ulrich Seidl, 2007)

133.- Los extraños (Bryan Bertino, 2008)

134.- Sleep dealer (Alex Rivera, 2008)

135.- Avatar (James Cameron, 2009)

136.- Arrástrame al infierno (Sam Raimi, 2009)

137.- La proposición (Anne Fletcher, 2009)

138.- Sin nombre (Cary Joji Fukunaga, 2009)

139.- El libro de Eli (The Hughes Brothers, 2010)

140.- Kill List (Ben Wheatley, 2011)

141.- Una vida mejor (Chris Weitz, 2011)

142.- Warrior (Gavin O’Connor, 2011)

143.- Jack Reacher (Christopher McQuarrie, 2012)

144.- Park Avenue. Money, Power and the American Dream (Alex Gibney, 2012)

145.- Secuestro (Tobias Lindholm, 2012)

146.- A field in England (Ben Wheatley, 2013)

147.- Coherence (James Ward Byrkit, 2013)

148.- El desconocido del lago (Alain Guiraudie, 2013)

149.- La gran seducción (Don McKellar, 2013)

150.- The Host (Andrew Niccol, 2013)

151.- Divergent (Neil Burger, 2014)

152.- El dador de recuerdos (Phillip Noyce, 2014)

153.- Night Moves (Kelly Reichardt, 2014)

154.- Predestination (Michael y Peter Spierig, 2014)

155.- Pride (Matthew Warchus, 2014)

156.- The Big Men (Rachel Boynton, 2014)

157.- Una chica vuelve a casa sola de noche (Ana Lily Amirpour, 2014)

158.- Blackhat, amenaza en la red (Michael Mann, 2015)

159.- Brooklyn (John Crowley, 2015)

160.- El corredor del laberinto: Las pruebas (Wes Ball, 2015)

161.- Evolution (Lucile Hadžihalilović, 2015)

162.- Insurgent (Robert Schwentke, 2015)

163.- Steve Jobs (Danny Boyle, 2015).

164.- Tomorrowland (Brad Bird, 2015)

165.- Allegiant (Robert Schwentke, 2016)

166.- Crudo (Julia Darconau, 2016)

167.- Jackie (Pablo Larrain, 2016)

168.- Jack Reacher: Nunca vuelvas atrás (Edward Zwick, 2016)

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murdochmysteriesimagines · 6 years ago

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The Reveal- George Crabtree

Request: Hi! Can you write an imageine were James Gillies's sister starts working at the sanitarium Julia worked at. She had changed her surname so no one knows that her brother was a lunatic. Julia introduces her to the station 4 team and the character feels an instant connection to Crabtree. They start dating and then 1 month later it is revealed who her older brother is. She ends up having to explain to them why she lied. Thank you. I love your writing.

A/N: I did not change the request but did not include some parts that were listed at the beginning.

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Walking into the surgery Doctor Ogden saw you washing blood off your hands. “How did the operation go nurse y/l/n?” She asked, stealing your attention from private thoughts.

“Doctor Forbes says the patient should survive thankfully.” “All in a days work for Toronto’s finest.” You both chuckle as you dried your hands of the bloody water. “You have a visitor.”

“Oh,” personal guests were a rarity in your profession, moreso for your character. “Who is it?” “A certain Constable by the name of George Crabtree.” Your chest fluttered at the mention of his name. “Well, its best not to keep the police waiting.”

Julia smiled to herself as you left the room, she introduced George to the new nurse in her company and was pleased to see the relationship flourish.

Reaching the main enterance you could see George occupying a bench. If this had been any other day you would have been distracted by the sick and dying filling each room. But George seemed to attend on a day when one could consider it slow. You kissed him on the cheek when he stood to meet you. He only reacted with a small grin before asking for privacy. You grew nervous at the request but obliged, finding a hallway divoid of nurses or patients.

“What’s going on George?” He left a length of space in between you both, filled with empty air and unspoken tension. He retrieved a slip of paper from his pocket, folded in on itself. “I was going through a bold case file for the Detective when I found this.”

You reached out to take it from him, opening the item revealed it as a photograph, it’s contents sending shivers down your spine. It was a group of people taking a family photo, parents and siblings huddled together inform of a curtain background. In the foreground was Jame Gillies, younger, taken during his university days before his infamous reputation was crafted. Beside him was you, his older sister standing an inch taller and unaware of what the future held for the Gillies name.

“I assume you want an explanation?” George nodded, making no attempt to close the gap in between you two. You shrugged your shoulders as a sinking feeling took over. You confirmed him as your kin. “I didn’t want anything to do with him or anyone who excused that monsters actions.”

You leaned with your back against a wall. It felt like you were caught in a lie you technically never told, merely odmited irrelevant information. “Does Doctor Ogden know?” George asked. You shook your head. “I didn’t come to Toronto for some sick revenge fantasy, I came for work. It was a surprise to see who exactly the doctor was married to.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” George took a step closer to you. “What should I have done George? It wasn’t important so I didn’t bring it up?” “Not important,” George’s voice is momentarly raised. “James Gillies buried Doctor Ogden alive, he tried to kill the Detective!” “He did George! James did, not me!”

You yelled back, only correcting your volume when the halls stopped echoing. “James did those things not me. I have no blood on my hands.”

You both remained quiet for a moment allowing the information to settle, neither of you moved a millimeter closer to each other. “What now George?”

“I...” he paused, unsure of of his own answer. “I need more time to process this.”

Without another word he walked down the hall, not a word or passing glance given. You clutched the photo still in your hands, audible crunches coming from your growing anger. You looked down at the photo now slightly damaged from your thumb. A tear hit the paper covering the face of your brother before sliding off and onto the floor. Even in death that man somehow managed to tamper with your life.

#murdoch mysteries #murdoch mysteries imagine #murdoch mysteries fanfiction #reader insert #imagine #fanfiction #julia ogden #george crabtree #george crabtree imagine #george crabtree x reader

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oibugalugs · 5 years ago

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the only thing I ask of this show is for us to see Watts and Crabtree's friendship develop a lot more, especially now that Crabtree knows he's gay, and maybe set it up for when (if) the rest of the gang finds out.

Like imagine Brackenreid having his initial reaction, which isn't the best (but we know he'll come around) and George steps in and immediately defends Watts. And Watts gives him an anxious yet grateful smile and maybe later when they're alone he thanks him properly and they hug

#murdoch mysteries #george crabtree #llewelyn watts #detective watts #their friendship alone is enough to sustain me for a lifetime #i just dont want crabtree being the only one to know about watts to be brushed to the side #secrets like that bring people closer together #and i frankly just want more scenes w them together #i love their dynamic #ugh #and i know brackenreid was fine with emily #but i feel like he'd have a harder time accepting a man who is gay than a woman #you know?#idk #i just keep thinking abt it and sobbin g #ok sorry im done now

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i-am-a-whimsy-boy · 3 years ago

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Reasons why George Crabtree and Henry Higgins have ADHD

It’s my opinion that both George and Henry have ADHD, but Henry has a predominantly inattentive presentation (ADHD-PI) where George has a combined presentation, leaning slightly towards a more hyperactive-impulsive presentation.

I’m just gonna go down their list of ADHD traits here, feel free to add any if you think of more:

Inattentive Symptoms

Often fails to give close attention to details or makes careless mistakes in work/other activities. Fits Higgins to a tee. He often makes careless mistakes in his duties and overlooks small details. George does this occasionally, especially in earlier episodes.

Often has trouble holding attention on tasks and often gets distracted easily. Both Henry and George have rather short attention spans and get distracted easily.

Often does not seem to listen when spoken to directly. Both Henry and George have done this occasionally. George does it when he is absorbed in another activity or thought.

Often does not follow through on instructions and fails to finish duties in the workplace. How many times has Henry failed to follow through on instructions?

Often avoids, dislikes, or is reluctant to do tasks that require mental effort over a long period of time. Higgins in particular has trouble with this, but George has shown this before as well. Henry gripes whenever he needs to perform a tedious task like comparing finger marks. George doesn’t usually complain, but it is clear that he often finds the tasks boring or unfulfilling.

Low tolerance for boredom. Both George and Henry crave excitement. Henry tends to get frustrated about having nothing to do whereas George tends to make his own excitement.

Hyperactive/impulsive Symptoms

Often fidgets or taps hands or feet, or squirms in seat. While he doesn’t do it very often, George occasionally will tap his fingers or pens while thinking. He’s also been seen chewing on pens when he’s thinking or working.

Often leaves seat in situations when remaining seated is expected. George doesn’t seem to like to sit down very often and if he can be standing, he will be standing.

Often unable to take part in activities quietly and often talks incessantly. George fills nearly every silence he finds himself in, and he often goes off on tangents and stories when speaking to people. He also has a habit of speaking without thinking beforehand, especially when sharing half-baked theories, and this can occasionally lead to him speaking at inappropriate times. Henry also tends to speak without thinking, but his outbursts usually come in the form of insults or sarcastic remarks.

Interrupting conversations. George needs to share any idea that pops into his head the moment it happens, and he often ends up interrupting people with them.

Often makes impulsive decisions without much thought beforehand. George tends to be at his most impulsive in high stress situations, i.e. the Archibald Brooks situation, but he does have smaller moments of acting without thinking, usually in the form of touching or picking up things he shouldn’t. George and Henry have also made impulse buys in the past, specifically with the motor car they shared with Jackson that they bought on a whim.

Low frustration tolerance, mood swings and hot temper. George has a very quick temper and tends to react strongly to mild annoyances, particularly with Henry. George has a very low frustration tolerance, evidenced by his first meeting with Effie. Henry also seems to have a very low frustration tolerance and gets frustrated very easily, especially with tedious tasks that seem fruitless.

Other ADHD traits:

Trouble with relationships. People with ADHD often have trouble maintaining relationships and they tend to be very rejection sensitive. Higgins in early seasons has difficulties with maintaining relationships with women. George has trouble maintaining long-lasting relationships, but that usually isn’t his doing, but because of all of his relationships that have ended, he is very rejection sensitive; he gets upset about Florence Nightingale leaving town after knowing her for less than a week.

Hyperfixation. A hyperfixation refers to prolonged fixation on an interest for a long period of time. Neurodivergent people in general often have hyperfixations and it isn’t just limited to ADHD. George has a hyperfixation on the supernatural: werewolves, vampires, martians, etc. He thinks about the supernatural almost constantly and it’s usually the first thing that comes to mind when he’s coming up with a theory.

Creativity. People with ADHD tend to be very creative people. George is a creative writer and his thinking style tends to be divergent and very outside the box. He has a very vivid imagination.

Interest-based thinkers. People with ADHD are often able to maintain focus for long periods of time on something that catches their interest, but will have difficulties staying focused on anything that doesn’t. George appears to be very interested in solving crime and police work, which means he doesn’t have too much trouble focusing at work. Higgins, on the other hand, only seems to have an interest for the action-packed, field based parts of the job and he has difficulties maintaining focus on the more tedious, desk based tasks.

I love the idea of George and Henry having ADHD because they’ve both found ways to flourish despite their difficulties and everyone at Station House Four is really patient with them, even if they get annoyed by them occasionally. Just my thoughts, but I like the idea.

#murdoch mysteries #george crabtree #henry higgins #adhd #In case you were wondering Murdoch Mysteries is my hyperfixation and this was what my brain decided to think about all afternoon

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xxjewellynwatts · 3 years ago

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The Perfect moment might never come — A Llewellyn Watts x OC (you!) fanfic

Request: Something along the lines of Llewellyn Watts and the reader having secret feelings for each other and then share their first kiss in a time of crisis....

Answer: took a break from my abnormally tight schedule + constant adrenaline rush state to write this gem. neptune in pisces this year is killing me w those illusionary feelings. this is a nice let out.

This is a fem!reader fanfic! I like to think this young sir is bi. My left hand still has no ring on it, I’m waiting for him lmfao.

You had been hired by the Police station number 4 as the first female detective after saving Murdoch and his colleagues from a near-psychopath who had put up a trap with some tricks and riddles for you to find them.

Obviously when Llewellyn first saw you, he deeply appreciated you saving his life and his colleagues’ life (who wouldn’t!) and also found your face particularly symmetrical but never dared to say it.

As for you, you were a lovely, confident, fun and awkwardly smart young lady. Station #4 quickly got found of you. You’d think about the little things that made people’s day easier and happier, you’d make everyone laugh (young, old, man and woman alike!), you’d solve with your quick witty mind abstract and complex problems (from helping Murdoch’s physics experiments to dangerously tricky crimes). Yes, to say station #4 was found of you was the very least.

As the time passed by, you didn’t notice how Llewellyn would always try to be around you when working on a case, or, when you both were sloppily sitting around the station doing boring work, how he’d always find a way to clumsily discuss with you newspaper articles, and show you around town. You didn’t notice how he’d silently look at you while you were working with others, holding a leaf in his hands as the autumn winds mimicked his whimsy thoughts.

As the time passed by, you didn’t notice how you were also trying to impress him and how much you enjoyed randomly finding his hat lingering around after he had forgotten it. You started liking that smile of his when you came to him with his hat in hand as he would snap his fingers and clumsily thank you.

It had been a few months now and you grew increasingly nervous yet happy yet shy yet bold every time you saw him around. Little did you know he felt the same, the only difference is you couldn’t tell, as he had always been awkward and clumsy. But you loved that about him. You loved everything about him.

And so once he got in the police station today, you barely had the time to mentally register him putting his hat on you before snapping his fingers and getting you up from the chair.

‘Come, quick’ he said. ‘Or there will be a murder... no, two murders.’

Surprised, you only followed him along, holding his hat close to you in an anxious way. You had been thinking about a plan to eventually reveal your feelings for him. And after all the cases and crimes and riddles and tricks you had solved and all the times you had endangered your own life for the sake of finding the truth, you were positively convinced that telling someone you loved them was the most dangerous thing one could ever do. What’s more, the right time never seemed to arrive. You two were either too casual (in your own awkward ways) or too blinded by the adrenaline of solving a crime and endangering your lives to ever properly talk about something so serious.

‘Are you okay?’ you suddenly heard.

You snapped your head at him. You had been following him, head down to his hat in your anxious hands.

‘Yes, sorry. What happened?’ you quickly hid your nervousness.

He starred at you for a while, brows furrowed but didn’t insist.

‘Apparently, Murdoch has a few enemies and one of them got out of prison and is now holding both him and Julia hostage. And I think I have found... the location.’ he said as he starred at a big factory where you two just arrived. He showed you a paper which contained random numbers. Random, until you accordingly put them in order to make up the date of creation of this factory.

‘18th of July 1889’ you breathed.

He smiled, appreciating your quickness. But before you could both head inside, the sound of a gun took you out by surprise. Instinctively, Llewellyn held your head as you both crouched down.

‘Apparently, there are two enemies who got out of jail...’ you said as you looked at him.

You both quickly ran inside and tried to find where Murdoch and Julia had been locked.

You opened a door using your hair clip and finally found the couple. They were gagged and tied to a heavy machine which produced dangerous gas.

Llewellyn and you coughed as you untied Murdoch and Julia and you quickly ran out of the factory which was threatening to explode any minute now.

But as you rushed out and shouted to everybody around to run as far away as possible from the factory, you saw Llewellyn’s hat on the floor, where you had both crouched down a few minutes ago when the first bullet had been shot.

For some unexplainable reason, you felt the urge to go back and get it, and acted upon that urge. As you heard Llewellyn yell and run after you, you thought, paradoxically about why you were doing that. Perhaps it was because this hat had been the symbol of the meeting of you two. It was the only thing that made you feel the closest to him. It was the only thing that could excuse you hanging around with him, using the returning of his hat as an excuse.

You quickly grabbed it as a shot brushed your leg. The adrenaline was too high for you to notice though, so you took the hat and ran into Llewellyn who had been running after you.

You both fell to the ground, breathing heavily. You were bleeding a little bit from your leg and the factory threatened to explode any second now.

‘Why did you run back?!’ quickly shouted Llewellyn as he shook your shoulders.

You starred at the hat in disbelief.

‘I.. I... I...’ you quickly said, shaking your head around. ‘I couldn’t leave it!’ you shouted back.

‘This is just a hat, L/N!’

‘No, it’s not! It’s your hat. Only this hat makes me as happy as it does when I randomly find it.’ you quickly shouted back.

He starred at you, shocked and you starred back, just as shocked of your own words. The moment seemed long... it was not. Your ears rang, the heat was insufferable, you both were in terrible danger and had to get up now and run.

‘How come your face is so symmetrical even when you’re angry...’ he suddenly quickly mumbled to himself.

And with no second thought, you both kissed each other right before getting quickly back up and running.

The factory exploded, like your heart.

You could not believe what just happened.

‘Y/N...’ said Llewellyn after you both hid far enough from the chaos. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...’ he quickly said, looking down. He could not dare to look at you. He was ashamed of what he did but knew he would do the same thing if he locked eyes with you.

‘Llewellyn, I love you.’ you quickly said.

You slowly put his hat on his head as he slowly beamed, realizing what you said.

‘So... You mean...’ he said with his nearly broken voice.

You kissed him again.

And once you saw the beam on his face, you finally understood that the reason why he was so happy every time you found his hat was because you brought it to him.

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