#underbelly squizzy

[shmit1]

Henry Stokes…..my favourite villain

[dontcallmebymyusername]

Here you go, @avoteforme. 😉

Nathan Page + Kissing Techniques - Part 2: The Come Hither

AKA The Submissive (Sort of)

Useful in tender, loving situations for allowing your lover come to you in safety, then proving you can give as good as you get. Often involves your lover using a variation of your own The Hand technique on you.

[alchemypanda]

I might have a tiny bit of muse for a lucket video with the Daylight song, but don't quote me on this because god knows I haven't been able to open vegas in almost 2 months.

[adventuressclubamericas]

Leslie "Squizzy" Taylor was one of the leading gangsters in Melbourne during the 1920s. He died 27 October 1927 from wounds he suffered during a gunfight with Snowy Cutmore, a rival Melbourne gangster. Squizzy was the subject of the Australian Nine Network's final installment of the Underbelly series. Underbelly: Squizzy also starred Nathan Page and Henry Stokes.

[dontcallmebymyusername]

Birthday video for Nathan Page. 💖🎉🍾🎂

by @dontcallmebymyusername

[dontcallmebymyusername]

@avoteforme That was my annual reblog. Now you're making me want to reblog it again. But, yeah, that smirk and his eye contact make him look hot as hell. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 He should have done this with Phryne.

[gif by belladynamica]

outta all the gifs that dontcallmebymyusername cruelly subjected everyone to yesterday this is the one i like best, and it's not even for the mouth-to-mouth action, it's for his amused eye contact and the happy lil smile on his face just before she swoops in and sits on his lap

(i am hardcore ignoring that the lady is not phryne but it is no leap of the imagination to substitute her in here :> :>)

[hexusproductions]

you're related to Squizzy Taylor??? Have you seen Underbelly: Squizzy?

I am allegedly related to Squizzy Taylor, yes! (According to my grandmother, who does share the same last name)

I actually forgot that they made a show about him lol. I had heard of it and thought it would be interesting to watch, considering the circumstances, but like a lot of things I haven't gotten around to actually doing so

[tboryana]

What it would be...

[bonnieblue39-blog]

Nathan Page vs Henry Stokes

Watching Underbelly: Squizzy, I was wondering what the real Henry Stokes looked like...

It’s official...I prefer Nathan Page’s Henry Stokes over the real one. 

[eloise-t-g]

honestly curse Australian television for casting Nathan Page in underbelly as a gangster and then in miss fisher’s murder mysteries as a detective. You can’t put the same actor in the same time period in the same city, playing two roles that are on opposite sides of the law, and expect me to NOT write a crossover fic ..... although to be fair I only intended for it to be one scene, and instead it’s grown into a nine-chapter fic with an outline that’s over 3000 words so I guess that part is on me lmao

[avoteforme]

tried to watch underbelly squizzy for the potential robinson effect and was horrified by page acting like a villain- nodoubt nodoubt it was hot (the quietly slow-forming smirks were a lil tingly, and the cheekbones were kicking right off as usual and he seemed to treat his lady right) but i felt v Betrayed by him being a villain :> :> and also Betrayed by myself for still finding him distantly-10-foot-barge-pole-from-me hot

i've only seen a few scenes in episode 2 but idk that i'll be seeing any more of it. mebbe i'll try the koz character next--

(although thinking about phryne meeting a villainous scoundrel version of jack robinson = smokin hot. all the same mannerisms as jack robinson but a CRIM- i need this pw*. like, ik ik she probs nOPEs on crim men bc of henry fisher, but it's JACK and i think she'd be fully ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Intrigued at least for a tumble in the hay)

[dontcallmebymyusername]

Part 3, @avoteforme. I'm tagging you in all of them because you made me reblog these before their time. And I'm taking you down with me. 🤪😂

Nathan Page + Kissing Techniques - Part 3: The Equal Opportunity Ravisher

Kind of speaks for itself… Useful for that heated give-and-take when you’re both overcome by the moment.

[alchemypanda]

Small screen and headphones for best experience (added caption for the voicelines)

AH!!! I'm finally done this took way longer that I wanted…and I kinda rushed the story near the end there.... This vid is kinda very Lucas centric (most of the story is from his timeline) so I wanna do a more Skye centric at some point….in the future...one day.. Open to interpretation but you can check the video description for the story I badly wrote.

Shows/movies: Terra Nova, Underbelly: Squizzy, A million little things, Dan Brown's the lost symbol, Succession, Incorporated, Salamander (unaired pilot), Fear Street, Manhattan, The Code (Australia), Blood the last vampire, Agents of S H I E L D, Hemlock grove, Truth or Dare, Cold Case. Song: Daylight by David Kushner

Check out my vid page here or youtube

[dontcallmebymyusername]

Part 7 of the series in which we get to find out what the phrase "It's all part of the job" means to Jack. 😉 - in collaboration with @anni-yanni

7/7  Breaking the law (part 2)

This is it, people, the last installment of this series. So, what have we learned so far about our beloved detective inspector? Let's do a recap, shall we?

1. Wooing for information is an important part of Jack's job description - and he's very good at his job

2. He can kiss like nobody's business - a required skill when dealing with uncooperative witnesses

3. Sometimes, protecting Miss Fisher from harm means knocking her unconscious - a head injury is better than getting shot, right?

4. Explaining science - not really necessary for the job, but crucial if he wants to impress a certain lady detective

5. Breaking and entering - a necessary evil

6. Sometimes turning a blind eye to Miss Fisher's antics is better than the alternative

7. Evidence confiscated in a search/raid can get burned/lost during the collecting process.

Let's never forget that Jack Robinson is a very honorable and upright police officer, whose job just got a little bit more spicy under Miss Fisher's (bad) influence.

Music and clip bits in this video:

1. Aloe Blacc - My Way (original mix)

2. The Angry Birds Movie (2016)

3. Tom and Jerry - Puss Gets the Boot, Episode 1 (1940)

4. The Pirates of the Caribbean - Jack Sparrow quotes

5. Greg J. Walker - Collins Street Jiggle (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries soundtrack)

6. Underbelly: Squizzy - Squizzy Steps Out (S6E01)

7. History Happens - Only Woman Awarded the Medal of Honor (sound clip)

[satin-swallow]

‘After Dinner’ || A Review || 27 April 2018

State Theatre Company of South Australia

Dir.  Corey McMahon 

starring Nathan Page, Elena Carapetis, Jude Henshall, Ellen Steele & Rory Walker

“... an unintentional period piece, reflecting the rapidly-changing nature of human relationships, and a slightly dark portent of things to come in the self-centered world of social media, and online image editing.”   

After State Theatre’s delightful ‘The 39 Steps’, I walked into the Dunstan Playhouse on Friday night expecting to see - however brilliantly-executed - another star vehicle for Nathan Page (Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Underbelly: Squizzy) designed to bring television audiences to the theatre. 

What I got instead was a punch to the gut, and several times over! 

Those familiar with the work of playwright Andrew Bovell (The Secret River, When the Rain Stops Falling) will know that he can hit an audience with life-defining truths in all manner of ways, using laughter and tears with equal precision. ‘After Dinner’ is no exception, and while humour seems to be his weapon of choice at first glance, the sight of “Plain Jane” Dympie (Jude Henshall) climbing on top of a table in a self-destructive fit of stubbornness and declaring herself to be the “loneliest woman in the world!” is enough to tear any heart to shreds.      

Loneliness, it seems, is the underlying theme of ‘After Dinner’, which tells the tale of five average Aussies at a local bistro: each of them out of luck in love, and hoping that the ambience of the after-dinner band will even-out their chances of finding a little human contact for the night. While they cover the gamut of social stereotypes from Page’s Stephen - a lothario with an embarassing little secret - to Elena Carapetis’ Monika - who may not be at all the grieving widow she first appears - it is clear that the devastating labyrinth of the dating world is no respecter of persons - or personas. 

For that is what we see as each character is introduced with an image chock-full of baggage. In addition to the others already described, Paula (Ellen Steele) is the fatally dressed, but fatefully kind darling, who longs to be noticed by the earnest, newly-divorced Gordon (Rory Walker), who may have more chivalry than sense when it comes to the play’s end. Each of them is designed within an inch of their lives by costume designer Jonathon Oxlade, in polaroids of eighties archetypes that cannot help but evoke a set of dire assumptions from every audience member.   

Bovell notes himself, in the program, that the piece has aged dramatically from the snappy social satire it started out as; indeed, it is almost hallmark of the kind of historical Australian comedy that crudely and aggressively takes aim at social mores in the style of David Williamson’s ‘Don’s Party’. It would be a mistake however, to think that the ageing makes ‘After Dinner’ irrelevant. 

In fact, Corey McMahon’s directing has the cruel result of turning the spotlight on the current state of dating affairs - where the likes of Tindr and Grindr have the floor - and unveiling how horrifically easy it is to know nothing about a person beneath the shallow assumptions of our own unsatisfied desires. 

This insight is bleak by the light of day, and has the effect of turning this hysterical, and irreverent snapshot into an unintentional period piece, reflecting the rapidly-changing nature of human relationships, and a slightly dark portent of things to come in the self-centered world of social media, and online image editing.   

The cast is simply breathtaking in this impeccably-skilled little ensemble, and Nathan Page, while delivering a striking and heart-breaking performance with twists that immediately upend all expectations, in no way overshadows his co-stars. It is always wonderful to see someone of renown ease simply back into the teamwork that defines good theatre. 

Equally brilliant was Jude Henshall as Dympie, the character closest to my heart in terms of self-identification - a veritable mess of perfectionism, who uses criticism to feel valuable, and begins quickly losing the game in a spiral of social panic. Her performance is monumental, and so fantastically represents social anxiety at a time when it was not yet quite understood. 

The highlight of my night, however, must be State Theatre’s Resident Artist Elena Carapetis as Monika - her portrayal is flawless, equal parts hilarity and utter soul-shattering. Her delivery of a monologue, describing a rather interesting trip to the bathroom, is a masterpiece of storytelling, and I was moved to tears multiple times by the tale of this woman struggling to find her identity in amongst the labyrinth. 

All in all, the night was a triumph - while wholly unexpected and bordering on the painfully self-aware - and I cannot compliment it highly-enough.    

Congratulations to all! 

[whopooh]

Great tension in the Miss Fisher fanfic – for the 11th PFF

What do you say, Jack, shall we go for URST or RST this time?

I asked for help from this lovely fandom to spread some fanfic love -- asking for fics with great tension, either with Unresolved or Resolved Sexual Tension, or both.

I have gotten wonderful answers, and I will give them to you here as a contribution to PFF (Phrack Fucking Fridays) – the 11th since it was started by @firesign23 in August!

I didn’t get as many answers as last time – whether it was because the timing was bad, or the theme too difficult to choose fics for, I don’t know. But I hope to receive more during the coming week, when you see this and think “These are super wonderful fics, but where is X, Y and Z?” Just keep sending me ficrecs, and I will do a second post. And do not fear if you cannot fill both URST and RST – I didn’t mean that you should, one or both or just tension is equally fine! (check here for details and how you can contact me)

Here are nine recommendations that makes me immediately want to go and reread the fics. 

"Wake Me Up" by @edeainfj/deedeeinfj. Recommended by @omgimsarahtoo.

The whole thing, but especially this:

"Early shift tomorrow... today, that is?" she asked, smoothing back his hair. He nodded. "I didn't mean to wake you." He exhaled a laugh. "Wake me whenever you like. It's surreal, still." "What is?" "Being wanted. Like that." He traced his fingers down her spine. "Especially by you." "I wanted you long before you let me have you, cruel man," she grinned.

I love the established Phrack-ness of this fic, and yet you can tell it's still new because he's not certain that her fantasy involves him. The sex is hot, but the feelings that are around it are what makes it memorable for me.

“Here be Dragons?” by @anne-louise-fortune. Recommended by @olderbynow.

aljohnson's yaci is wonderful, and i adore it, but there are two scenes from the sequel that just always makes me all chinhands and hearteyes. first, the scene when phryne comes over after her burlesque performance, and jack is very focused on the practical side of things:

“And your thoughts on the remainder?” Phryne looked at him as if there had been nothing at all unusual about her ‘outfit’.

“My thoughts are mostly around the logistics of how the, erm….” Jack indicated towards Phryne’s breasts.

“Nipple tassels, Jack?”

“Indeed. How do they stay on?” Jack was genuinely intrigued as to how the small objects had remained perched on her breasts, covering her nipples. He had not actually been able to see anything that a gentleman should not have been able to see. He was coming to the realisation of exactly how unlike a gentleman he would like to be with her.

and then, you know what's super high on my list of favourite things? jack losing control and being run away with by his passions. (and by 'passions' i mean 'wanting to bang phryne fisher', obviously.) there's just something completely fascinating and wonderful about this man, who is always so buttoned up and completely in control of himself - except for once in a while when he's forced to look at a painting of a naked phryne very shortly after having stuck his tongue down her throat in the name of policework, or when he's been imagining saving her from poisonous spiders only to have her clothes spontaneously fall off and then she perches herself a little too cleverly on his desk - just fucking LOSE it. which, yeah...

Phryne was trying to find her front door key in her handbag as Jack slid his hand across her waist, his lips pressing butterfly kisses to her neck. “Jack!” She implored, softly. His response was a low growl. Phryne could feel arousal spiking within her. As she finally got the door open she turned to Jack, “Would you like to… oh” she failed to complete the question as Jack swiftly moved over the threshold, closed the door behind them and spun Phryne so she was pushed back against the inside of the door. He was kissing her neck, nibbling on her earlobe and caressing her hips and waist with a keenness that Phryne found intriguing. What had come over him?

She tried to speak again, “Would you like to come upstairs?”

“No time” responded Jack, pulling her hips to his, allowing her to feel his very obvious erection.

and you should probably go read the rest for yourself if you haven't already... and if you have, maybe read it again, idk?

Is this my last chance, Miss Fisher?

"Alleviate" (part of 500 words) by @firesign23. Recommended by @longlineoftvdetectives.

“You seem certain there will be another time.”

It was, perhaps, the first time she had given voice to her doubts about this endeavour. If she’d had time to plan it properly it would be another matter, but she had not; there was a fine line between adventurous and reckless, and she wasn’t entirely certain whether she had fallen on the right side. He just smiled and took another biscuit.

“There’s always another time, if you’re willing to take it.”

She moved closer, intending to make a quip about his sudden optimism, but caught his eyes, smouldering with all the things left unsaid, and exhaled loudly. She hadn’t thought it possible to want him more, but she’d been wrong.  

“Are you willing to take it?” she sighed.

I love the movement in this piece, from the long history of unresolved tension to the inevitable resolution, at what may be the last possible moment, the night before Phryne leaves to fly back to England. The passage is weighty and true but ultimately hopeful, and they decide together to take the risk of being together, despite all the uncertainties of the future. It's hard even to pick one favorite @firesign23 fic, but this one had a huge impact on me creatively.

“Hope Springs Eternal” by LemmingDancer. Recommended by @lillbilly.

"Then you'll look for him?" Hugh begged, meeting her eyes for the first time. The guilt in his guileless expression penetrated Phryne's fog. He still blamed himself for the waiting so long to look for Jack, when he'd been abducted.

"Of course," Phryne reassured him, even as a smile spread across her face. She began to sort through the pillows around her carefully, lifting the corners of each and peaking underneath. Hugh shot a mystified look at Dot, who was watching her mistress with an increasingly worried expression.

"Ah ha!" Phryne said, tossing aside a turquoise pillow.

"Uhngh," Jack protested incoherently, scrunching up his face against the sudden light. Draping one long arm over his eyes, he snaked the other around Phryne's waist. Hugh and Dot's faces were mirror images of shock and mortification.

“Delight out of loosened soil” by @ladyroxie. Recommended by @ollyjayonline for the URST.

We see them working so well together as they chase a suspect, then the banter we all love but the mood changes quickly when Jack has to remove the protection of his clothing to locate the jewels in the mud pool.

First we see Phryne being affected by handling things that are so representative of him.

She hung his hat and coats on a couple of nails protruding from the post beside her, trying not to notice they were warm from his body and smelled like spice and leather and books.

The scene below is reminiscent of the ‘tie’ scene in the last episode S2, starting as just a practical action soon surprising them with the intimacy it evokes.

Pushing up her own sleeves, she stepped forward, balancing carefully so didn't tip into the mud, and began uncoupling Jack's cufflinks. Her elegant fingers nimbly slipped a post through the slot, and she withdrew first one and then the other from his cuffs. She tucked the studs into her coat pocket, and returned to Jack's left wrist. As she leaned down again, she caught his eyes flicker from her lips to the shadow between her breasts and linger there. Her coat was open, the silk blouse she wore underneath gaping as she leaned forward.

Then Jack, already aroused, tries to calm himself: “Jack cleared his throat. Breathe, man. This is just a practicality. Nothing more. Completely chaste.”

And then his understanding of the power she has/he has given her over him: “But her skin, her hands, her fingers against his flesh... It was undoing him in a way that made him understand drowning men.”

And then his decision:

He could, he knew suddenly and with surprising clarity, stop this. He could stand, mud everywhere, words rough and wrong, and pull away. He saw that scene unfold in an instant in his mind and knew that she would play her part, if that's what he wrote.

But the bigger surprise was that he saw another scene, even more sharp, in even more depth, and all he saw in it was her. Her body, her lips, her hair spread across his naked chest. He didn't know precisely what happened in between this moment and that one, but all at once he believed it existed. And that fact made him realize he was not going to say no.

And her understanding that he is making a decision, about them.

Phryne stilled her fingers when they reached as far up Jack's sleeve as they would reach. She swallowed, and brought her eyes up to meet his, an uncharacteristic uncertainty shaking her.

As her hand drew slowly down to rest once again on his wrist, their eyes met, and Phryne lost her breath. In the many worlds she saw in Jack's blue-grey eyes, one word rose above everything else.

Yes.

I just adore this.  

The palpable tension of Angry Jack.

"Double the Pleasure, Double the Fun" by @phrynesboudoir/Sassasam. Recommended by @omgimsarahtoo.

In Double the Pleasure, Double the Fun two fictional characters played by Nathan Page meet, Jack from Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries and Henry Stokes from Underbelly: Squizzy. Jack and Phryne are together, but Jack is still angry (maybe not realizing how angry) because Phryne had slept with Henry Stokes in the previous fic. Jack's impulse to make this menage happen -- or rather, to watch Phryne with Stokes -- comes from that anger, and the fic treads a very fine line when it comes to consent. it is cracktastically amazing smut, and a lot of it packed into a relatively short fic. The URST is very high before Jack joins in, and then the resolution is explosive.

“What exactly did you plan to do with my - with Miss Fisher,” Jack asked calmly.

Henry Stokes stared Jack down, “I planned on stripping her bare and fucking her senseless on her bear skin rug,” he answered unblinkingly.

Jack cocked the pistol. And Phryne looked between the two men in fear. Long moments passed.

“Go on then,” Jack said.

"Lost Together" by @gaslightgallows. Recommended by @adverbally.

“I want you, Phryne Fisher,” he said, forcing his voice into steadiness, even as her eyes made it plain that she was thinking about all the indecent things she wanted to do to him. “I want... to put you on that bed and strip you down to your skin, and know every part of you. I want to touch you, kiss you, devour you, be devoured by you—“

Her fingers on his lips stopped his litany. “Careful, Jack,” she murmured, dragging her forefinger down his bottom lip. “We’ve a long night ahead of us. You don’t want to spoil every surprise.”

As Jack and Phryne move to consummate their relationship, the nerves the two feel about the change in their relationship are expressed perfectly in character-- Jack, of course, channels these feelings into a gallant declaration of his intentions, while Phryne tries to defuse the tension with her usual charm. It's a lovely light-hearted moment in a sweet and poignant fic.

“Saudadee” by @kidnthehall​. Recommended by @ollyjayonline​ for the RST.

With this piece there is the inevitability: the knowing this is going to happen, we’ve been apart and we didn’t want to be and now we’re going to be together and this is happening. No talking, no thinking, just doing:

From the moment he opened his door everything was a blur of lust and months apart, love that none dared to address lingered like smoke. Lips were seized, limbs entangled. Clothes were tugged at, ripped off, discarded. Eyes locked on eyes, hands rushing to feel every expanse of skin at once. Intense kisses. Impossible to resist to kiss a neck, impatient to return to a longing mouth. Rewarded by thrilled moans.

And this I think is a wonderful contrast to Queenscliff where she thought ‘he was a policeman in her room’ and didn’t immediately pick up that Hilly was talking about him when she referred to ‘your handsome friend’: “The sight of him above her, letting go, looking so little like the Inspector and so much like her Jack, made her laugh from sheer joy.”

“A Modern Woman” by @omgimsarahtoo. Recommended by @olderbynow.

This whole fic is so wonderful, but there are a couple of paragraphs that stand out for their sexual tension-ness. like this one:

Jack blinked, his own thoughts shocking him a little. He’d known that he was horny—six months of divorce proceedings and a reluctance to start anything new was wearing on him—but he didn’t usually look at women as if they were meat. He was certain this woman had a personality and intellect that were just as stunning as the points of her nipples against the silk of her blouse and the crimson slash of her lips. He’d really love to find out for sure—though he’d also love to have just one night with that body of hers, much as it shamed him to admit it. Sipping at his whiskey, he shook his head at himself. He didn’t do one-night stands, as a general rule—he found them unsatisfying—but as he was not ready to jump into a new relationship at this point, he wondered whether he should reconsider.

obviously i'm a HUGE fan of the slow burn (the slower the better, tbh) but variety is the spice of life or whatever, and sometimes a bit of "let's just jump right in there and have jack want to fuck her before he knows her name" is just what the fic stew needs. or it's the chocolate with salt caramel filling after you've had six coconut ones. i don't know.

oh, but also this:

Jack fought the urge to swallow, knowing that she’d intended him to feel this arousal. Absurdly, he wanted to hide his reaction from her as much as he could. This woman knew her own appeal, but he thought perhaps she would prefer someone who didn’t just lie down and let her walk on him. Oh god, would I love to lie down for her, though. For her. Under her. On top of her. He wrenched his thoughts back to the question she’d asked, letting his lips curve in a small smile.

and in between, there's mac catching him ogling phryne... i'm not going to quote that, because it seems like an appropriate teaser for the two people in this fandom who haven't already read this fic. which they should do. because it's AWESOME. and funny. and hot. and awesome.

That was all for today. Thank you to all contributing, you are the best! ❤︎