#it’s not Murdoch mysteries lol

[athena-xox]

GUESS WHO JUST STARRED IN A TV SHOW?!?! (Well not exactly, but close enough)

I’ll probably only be in like a five second shot but like I was close to the host so who knows

[johnsspacesuittight]

Watts, the Jewish, gay, communist police inspector lmaooo

[wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj]

murdoch mysteries is so long and most people whove watched it catch it all out of order anyways so its just really funny to remember like what do you mean the pilot episode had nikola tesla

[honourablepranksinatra]

I'm sorry gem is advertising Sir Sir Sir as an episode people should watch to try to get them into the show??? An episode that isn't canon and is completely different than every other episode? The 3rd worst rated episode on IMDB??

[ravenhairedgoldenretriever]

"The Final Curtain" is the most epsiode of Murdoch Mysteries and I need no essay because it speaks for itself.

The meta comments and acknowledment of the audience and writers but also just acting and storytelling in general, George fully embracing they are all facing the "audience" and everyone else following stage law of facing the audience always and never turning your back on them unless in movement even though they aren't actors and thus have no reason to do it except it's funny, Watts' delivery on every single line but especially his little "no." I cant explain how you literally need to hear how he says it, Julia criticizing the love interest having zero depth but getting fully invested in the real life drama also she isnt "rich rich" also Watts asking her to talk to a suspect about gems or something to help him hashtag relate to them only to immediately butt in and outright ask the question before they can fully chat (I miss Ruby btw), Murdoch being the most Older Brother to Watts ever and I'm so sad we never see this level of calm/friendship between them more the way they casually move around one another and play off each others bits especially near the end are chefs kiss, Thomas bragging about John the whole time and literally nothing else he literally doesn't even insult the others expect once when he says John carried the play he just really loves and supports his son wholeheartedly, Margaret getting hit on and being more flattered by the act of getting hit on than the actual man himself, the critic applauding George's story for being actually good (he's correct) and dropping a baller line about writers who focus too much on surprise and drama rather than telling a good story, I can't even tell you why the killer and how they committed is kinda funny because it's a spoiler but also it really is morbidly hilarious for literally just a split second pun they don't even fully voice which makes it funnier because you have to think it in your own head like a child giggling behind the teachers back along with the Brax boys.

Just. This epsiode. It really has it all.

[doctormichaelaquinn]

If I skip The Accident on my Murdoch Mysteries rewatch then it can't hurt me. 😌

[crabtreee]

Weirdly Murdoch is doing a pre-airing of each episode a week earlier on CBC Gem.

So 1st episode of S18 will air on Sept 30 on CBC Gem (online) then it will air on CBC TV (cable) on Oct 7.

[incorrectprodigalsonquotes]

I've been rewatching Murdoch Mysteries and Prodigal Son in between writing my thesis so now I have an important question... Prodigal Son Victorian AU, anyone? I'm feeling both fanfic-y and fanart-y, thoughts?

[murdochfantasies]

look at this lad and his new suit and tie

[set-phasers-to-whump]

darkness & light

prompt: shadows, "who's there?"

whumpee: william murdoch

fandom: murdoch mysteries

here's a new fandom from yours truly for once :) i'm on s8 and have been for lord knows how long but i truly adore this show, just haven't posted any fic for it before. hopefully my characterization isn't too bad, but this is my first proper fic for these guys so keep that in mind lol. hope you like!

He hears, quite faintly, a clattering sound from deep inside the warehouse. Curiosity piqued, he steps further into the building, shining his light into the shadows. 

Vague shapes appear before him in the dim light. Boxes, half-unpacked. Stacks of wooden planks. Shelves piled high with various wares. 

The noise does not repeat itself. All is still and silent, but William knows what he’d heard. 

Someone is here. And this building is supposed to be empty. 

He travels further and further into the dark confines of the warehouse, his light no match for the thick, dense shadows that reduce all but the closest objects to nothing more than dim smudges. 

He walks around a shelf of dusty cloth and becomes suddenly aware of a presence behind him. 

“Who’s there?” he asks, as he whirls around to face the unwelcome presence. 

He sees the outline of a man, hand raised, and before he can so much as take a breath, the man’s arm comes down and a sharp pain explodes through his skull. Everything goes brilliantly white, and then black. 

--

His head is pounding and his entire left side is sore. These are the first things he is aware of, when he wakes. 

He opens his eyes. Everything is dark, but he can see that there is someone looming over him. 

He immediately attempts to get up, aware that the body above him is likely the man who’d attacked him, but the second he lifts his head there’s a terrible noise in his ears and he feels sick. He stops trying to move quite quickly. 

He needn’t have worried, in any case. The figure above him crouches down, and says, concerned, “Are you alright, sir?”

George. 

“I’m okay, George. A little dizzy, that’s all.”

“What happened?”

“There was a man. He struck me over the head, I don’t recall with what. Something metallic and hard. You haven’t seen him?”

“No.” George sounds surprised. “Henry noticed you had gone missing, and one of the lads by the dock said he thought he’d seen you come in here. He didn’t mention anyone else.”

This gives William the determination he needs to push himself into a sitting position, despite the awful reaction it triggers in his head. “We need to examine the building. He may still be inside.”

“With all due respect, sir, I’m not sure that he is. I…was rather zealous in my efforts to find you. Shouting, and such. I imagine I would have scared him off.”

“Right. Well.” William tries to get his thoughts in order. His mind feels as though it is trapped under water. He cannot think properly, which is incredibly disconcerting. He tries not to let George know, not wanting to worry the constable. 

“Yes?”

Ah. He’d been saying something. 

“Have you concluded your interviews?” This is not the question he’d wanted to ask, but it’ll do. 

“Yes, sir. No one’s seen anything unusual, apart from a lady who thought she’d seen a ghost two nights ago.”

William nods, which proves to be a bad idea. His head spins, the pain increasing until he feels as though something within him is going to explode. 

It takes a moment for him to regain the ability to speak. When the pain dies down enough, he says, “Very well. Back to the station house.”

George takes a breath, like he is going to say something, but remains silent. “Yes, sir,” he says eventually. William hears rather than sees him stand up, and follows suit. 

This also causes him pain, the dizziness overwhelming him so much that for a moment he thinks he will collapse again. But he fights the feeling off, shuts his eyes until the worst of it passes. 

George says nothing, which is very charitable of him. William silently follows him out of the building, concentrating very hard on remaining upright and alert. 

Outside, the sunlight is nearly unbearable. It makes his eyes burn and black spots appear in his vision. 

“Are you alright?” George asks. William is pretty sure he has already asked this question, though he must confess a different answer may be in order. 

“I’m…not sure,” is the response he decides to give, sinking down to sit on a curb when a particularly strong wave of dizziness threatens to make his legs fold beneath him. 

George immediately sits as well. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s my head,” William explains, wishing for a way to communicate wordlessly. “I was hit rather hard.”

George nods thoughtfully. “Do you suppose you might have a concussion? I had one of those when I was a boy, my Aunt Primrose -”

“George,” William interrupts, pressing a hand to his forehead in a futile effort to lessen the ache. “Perhaps another time?”

“Right, of course, well, in any case, I should think a visit with Dr. Grace may be in order, if you don’t mind me saying, sir.”

That sounds perfectly agreeable. He gives his assent, and George stands, offering his hand. 

William takes it and allows himself to be pulled to his feet. Everything spins, and he clings slightly to George’s arm until the worst of it passes. 

George flags down a cab - on whose dime, William neither knows nor cares - and they climb into the back. 

The ride is terribly bumpy and nausea-inducing. William spends all of his time staring at the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees George staring resolutely at the passing scenery. 

The journey seems to last forever, but at long last they arrive in front of the city morgue. George gets out first, and hesitantly stands by the door, moving his hand forward and back like he is not quite sure what to do with it. 

“Give me your hand, George,” William instructs, both to solve this problem and because standing up to leave the cab has once again made his head spin. 

George does, and William finds himself in the bright sun again, dizzy and by now quite tired. He’ll be very glad indeed to receive Dr. Grace’s evaluation, and, with all luck, a remedy. 

“I’d best leave you here,” George remarks, on the threshold of the building. “I’m afraid we may have left Henry at the docks - I may have left him, I mean - and I think I perhaps ought to go and collect him. He’s probably still trying to track down that woman’s ghost.”

Henry! He cannot believe he’d forgotten that it had not been only him and George down by the docks. The problem is solved, thankfully, but he feels horribly guilty all the same for leaving one of his men behind. 

“I’m sure he won’t mind,” George says. “You don’t suppose Henry would prefer doing busy - I mean, very important paperwork - at the station to wandering about in the fresh air, do you?”

He has a point. The anxiety lessens slightly. The headache does not. 

William opens the door and turns to George before the constable can walk away. 

“Thank you.”

George looks at him for a second, then grins. “Why, you’re welcome, sir!” he replies, genuinely pleased.

“Now go fetch Henry, and perhaps the two of you can find something more interesting than paperwork to occupy yourselves with.”

George nods his assent, still smiling, and hurries off in the direction from which they’d come. 

William turns back towards the morgue and steps inside.

thanks for reading! may give this a part 2 if i'm feeling it ;) hope it was alright!

[fvck-the-patriarchy]

[snug-as-bugalugs-in-rugalugs]

Hey fellow Murdochians, I need something new to obsess over :) So if you have the inclination, please reblog this post and put in the tags (or just normal reblogs) a piece of symbolism or parallel or some other kind of connection you noticed in the show that, even if the creators may not have intended it, makes you go a little insane :)

[johnsspacesuittight]

crying at the vaudeville guy making a joke and Murdoch going "is that supposed to be funny" and Watts proceeds to attempt to explain why it's supposed to be funny, I actually cackled out loud, they're so autistic

[wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj]

the question of with whom brax has the best relationship should centre more around the coroners actually because with them hes not their work superior lol

[fandom-life-chooses-the-follower]

ohhh Henry. good thing Choi decided to join him

George being brilliant as usual

clue and Dickens in the same episode! and a nod to Christie perhaps?

obviously Murdoch created GPS. love how interested Choi is in his inventions. (side note, where have all the inventions been stored this whole time??)

[ravenhairedgoldenretriever]

rewatching Brother's Keeper and noticing that (like me) Watts hunches/bends over often but he normally had to when speaking to his brother(s). He's also way taller than his siblings, like me, and probably often does his best to seem smaller with most people. Unconnected to the brothers directly, but Watts gives off energy of hunching over to not take up space for multiple reasons.

Shoutout to Watts' comment about how some people "can't change the way they are" when talking of Nigel as a child hitting different post later episodes. Watts defends his brothers for being intelligent and insightful and wonderful even though with Down's Syndrome people of the time (and still today let's be real 😒), they would be dismissed as not being capable of committing crimes due to their disabilities. Watts would later go on to try and change his own "ways" dealing with his sexuality and question ways to change it.

Watts literally hates how society views himself and learns to accept it over time, but he never wavered in brothers. He loved them so much he knew they were better than what the world saw, but saw himself as the one who has "issues".

I'm overly exhausted so my words don't make sense, but in my head I have connections of Watts seeing the best in his brothers but the worst in the world due to the fact people could hate parts of himself he can't change (and he's tried!) but also the world sees the worst in the best people, people like his brothers, due to the fact they are different than the norm. He probably only became a constable to search for his sister but also to protect his family. His position probably deterred others not as aggressive as Nigel by giving him more "standing"; he wasn't just the "fake older brother, taken in out of pity" but a man of the law who cared deeply for his younger brothers and was as smart as a whip and just as dangerous when given the proper information.