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[snug-as-bugalugs-in-rugalugs]

Is it just me or when you rewatch older seasons of Murdoch do you really start to feel like both William and Julia have lost a lot as characters over the years? I admit he was never exactly one of my faves, but at least at the beginning Murdoch felt like a somewhat fun + interesting protag. He shot arrows in his office and tested theories on dead pigs and recreated murder scenes in his mind and it was!! Genuinely entertaining!! And Julia was constantly working to open her mind and push the restraints around her-- be it through coming up with new ways to identify poisions or protesting for women's suffrage or even crossdressing! But now, Julia seems to have hardly any push left in her and Murdoch is just plain... well, dry. Then, after watching full episodes of Julia tagging along passively and Murdoch listing suspects dryly, we can always look forward to them ending it with the exact same flirting lines as have been said every episode since season 10.

I mean, I do understand why this could be happening-- for one, it's been, yk, 17 seasons of the same protag and his same partner/love interest. But also, hot take, if the writers can't keep writing them in ways that feel interesting, they just shouldn't. It's high-time that Murdoch retired/switched workplaces and Watts and Miss Hart were able to take over as the prime crime-solving duo! They've both only been around for 6-7 seasons and still have SO much more development to be had, especially if they were finally giving the time + space.

Even the problem of repeating murder mystery plots would probably be improved. Watts obviously has VERY different investigative methods (when he's even allowed to use them, since ofc Murdoch as protag HAS to solve 99% of the crimes :/) and thus pretty much the entire trajectory of the murder plotlines would be shifted. New stories/solutions would be opened up, since maybe Watts' methods would be more likely to yield them than Murdoch's. Or maybe he'd just be more likely to be around certain murders. The point is, having a character who was literally created to be almost the 'opposite' of Murdoch as the new detective would certainly add some much-needed variety.

Unironically, I think getting rid of Murdoch might be the only way to save Murdoch Mysteries at this point.

[ifuckinglovelemondemon-srs]

You know a characther is fucked up and traumatized when they are wearing one of these

Edit: half of this characther were put against my will

Edit 2: i reached the fucking tag limit

[joeinct]

Sir Yank's Records (& Heavy Disco), Gathorne Street, Leeds, Photo by Peter Mitchell, 1976

[colonellickburger]

Peter Mitchell. Nothing Lasts Forever. Leeds, England, 1970s

[lilrobinbird]

Issue 33

(reposted to fix the text) ((also another edit under cut lol))

I reread the issue and noticed his body is more distorted than I drew him and honestly it looks cooler in canon, next time guyss next time😩🙏

[agelessphotography]

Concorde Wallpaper, Devon Road, Peter Mitchell, 1970s

[tgmsunmontue]

Maverick and Hangman drinking at the Hard Deck... And have been for a while because Penny likes the entertainment.

Maverick: Hangman, ring Ice.

Hangman: Uh, sure. Is everything okay? *thinking ICE = In Case of Emergency*

Maverick: Tell him I need him to pick me up.

Hangman: *takes Mav's phone and calls Ice*

Ice: Mav, I'm not coming to pick you up. I told you not to try and keep up with the kids...

Hangman: Uh... This is Jake Seresin.

Ice: Oh. Huh. Is everything alright?

Hangman: Well. He's alive? But he asked me to call you to come and pick him up?

Ice: *sighs* Of course he did. Tell him I'm on my way. *Hangs up*

Hangman: He's on his way.

Maverick: Great! He just hangs up on me now, or tells me to get a taxi.

Hangman: *thinks Maverick needs a better emergency contact*

Ice: *walks into the Hard Deck, greets Penny and then walks over to where Maverick and Hangman are holding up the bar*

Hangman: *thinks he's now way more drunk than he was seconds ago and is hallucinating the COMPACFLT in the Hard Deck*

Maverick: You came!

Ice: You play dirty. Come on, let's get you home. Thanks for the phonecall Lieutenant.

Hangman: *goldfish impression*

Maverick: *happy koala clinging to Ice impression*

[wolfythewitch]

In my brain somewhere the hadestown au is cyclical in a way where everyone, once, a lifetime ago or now, has in some way been Orpheus and Eurydice. Jon and Martin were Orpheus and Eurydice before tim and Sasha were, and the story was still the same. Jon turned to look and came up to the surface alone. Their Hades and Persephone were Peter and Elias. Maybe even before that, maybe Peter and Elias were Orpheus and Eurydice once. One of them must have turned. Someone will be Orpheus and Eurydice after, and maybe Tim and Sasha will be their Hades and Persephone. Orpheus will always look back. Eurydice will always forgive him

[muxshwriting]

on your side

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x reader

summary: you made a vow when you married pete, that you would stand by him through everything, but now you're not sure he would do the same for you, watching as he flies a deadly mission and takes a hit meant for someone else || warnings: grief, mentions of death, kinda shitty relationships || word count: 1853 || masterlist

Maverick didn’t fly unless his wife was manning the communications tower, everyone at any base he was stationed at knew that. It was a partnership stronger than most camaraderie and friendship within squadrons, the connection of making sure the other got home that night to their shared bed.

Many admirals had tried to forbid the partnership, citing the deeper connection the pair shared but when they got to see the quiet professionalism that the two worked with, they couldn’t deny their requests.

Within Top Gun, there were whispers of how they originally met, an irate air controller waiting on the tarmac for Maverick to get out of his plane, arms crossed and a furious glare aimed towards him. The whispers say that Maverick was besotted when the first insult and beration fell from her lips.

He stared at her for the longest time, letting her tell her frustration to it’s finish without interruption or response. There was a creeping smile on his face, eyes crinkling and bright beneath his aviators. For Mav, it was love at first sight. For you, it would take an unfathomable amount of convincing.

But slowly, Mav was winning you over with witty radio comments and flirtations through corridor passings. Nothing came of it, you were very uptight about keeping your work as professional as you could and Pete Mitchell was the opposite of professional.

Then there was the accident.

And you had to hear Pete’s heartbreaking radio messages about his failing plane and the incident that occurred. You were sat frozen to your seat, headset glued on as you listened again and again to the chatter of rescue helicopters and medics as they brought the pilots back, with only one alive.

It was the moment that Pete touched down on the tarmac and practically fell into your waiting arms that everything seemed to change. Since that day, the pair were never seen apart beyond one being in the sky. You remained by his side, ever devoted, as Pete was cleared of wrongdoing from Goose’s death and found his love of flying again.

You didn’t know Goose very well, only remembering him as the very kind and apologetic RIO of the pilot who drove you up the walls more often than not. His death truly was a loss for the navy and for anyone who had the pleasure of knowing him.

There was a whispered promise one night when you were wrapped in each other’s arms, tightly clinging, afraid of letting go. A question of what the future would hold for both of you. You whisper a promise back, though thick and thin, every choice, every hardship and every smile, you would be there.

Decades fly past, and you do exactly as you promised. Through all his deployments, you’re in his tower, on the other side of his radio ready to do everything you can to bring your husband home safely. Then there’s the rumours of his latest Mach 10 project being shut down and you’re standing beside Hondo as Pete isn’t forcibly retired from the Navy, but instead welcomed back to Top Gun.

“Can you believe it?” He’s asked you that night as you packed up your lives.

Inside your mind, there was a war. If they were bringing Pete back, it was a hard mission, almost impossible. But he got to keep doing what he loved for a little bit longer, so you were thankful for that thought. “You’re not worried?”

Pete shook his head, almost laughing. “Why would I be?”

You didn’t push the subject, zipping shut the last bag. “Have you thanked Ice?” Iceman, Tom, Pete’s best man at your wedding, the man who had kept Pete’s naval career alive for this long by pushing back against every opposing voice.

“I’ll go see him when we’re in Miramar.”

The weeks fly by in a daze, the fact that Pete is training Goose’s son, Ice’s death, the slow and steady realisation that some of the pilots will not come back from this mission. It beats like a heartbeat in the back of your mind, constantly taunting you with the fact. But what’s worse is watching Mav fly through the air better than everyone else and knowing the Navy will have no choice but to let him fly. There’s a final nail in the coffin when he sets off unauthorised and your voice rings out to him over the radio.

“Maverick to range control. Entering point Alpha, confirm green range.”

“Maverick this is range control. Green range is confirmed but you’re not meant to be there.”

“I’m going anyway darling. Setting time to target 2 minutes and 15 seconds.” It was a pure balls move, to prove what the admirals had said was truly impossible, what the admirals were giving the others four minutes and a following dogfight to do. “File attack point, Maverick’s inbound.”

Your sigh is audible over the airwaves. “Flight plan is go. Go get ‘em Maverick.”

The day the newly named dagger squad stands on the deck of the carrier ready to take off, you’re standing with your forehead pressed against Pete’s. You are almost being forced to watch his impending possible death from the centre stage of command because of his dedication to flying with you always. Your heart patters nervously in your chest, a heaviness settling upon you like a dark cloud as you hold steady for just a moment more, hoping for eternity.

“Come back to me. Keep Rooster safe if you can, keep them all safe.” It’s a silent prayer repeated over and over by many of the crew aboard the mission and connected to it.

“Wait for me and I’ll be here.” He mutters back, hearing the sky calling him and being all too ready to answer.

The air is tense as you take your seat and slide the familiar headset over your ears, tuning out the outside world and into the screens and scrolling data in front of you. The mission drags as every breath runs a knife into your lungs. Time is slower, watching the dots of planes travel across the radar towards the target. Then, it’s like everything is happening at once. They fly through the canyon towards the target, succeeding in their attempt and then emerging into what can only be described as hell.

The chatter over the radio gets more and more chaotic as they’re fighting against the missiles sent their way. “Mav! No!”

“Dagger One is hit. I repeat Dagger One is hit. Maverick is down.” Phoenix’s voice rings out through the radio, almost echoing through the control room.

With the simple declaration, you know the screens and data isn’t wrong, that Maverick’s plane isn’t fine. He’s gone down, he’s gone. And in that split sconce, your world shatters, the one constant you have had for countless years has just vanished from your life forever.

“Dagger one status!” Rooster’s voice somehow makes the aching wound split wide open, knowing what regrets the pilot would now have for ever word the pair had exchanged. “Does anyone see him?”

It can only get worse as the enemy deploys aircraft of their own. “Mitchell…” The shared surname seems to echo through the control room, slipping from an Admiral’s mouth as they comprehend the situation. “You’re excused from your position.” He turns to another air control officer. “Get them back to the carrier.”

You practically run from the control room, ripping your headset off and letting your chair rock unsteadily. No one tries to stop you, they know. It’s better to let you go, to let you run and probably never come back to this place, to this time, the moment when your husband died.

The corridors on the ship are a maze that you weave through to find a space where no one will find you. There’s an empty office with the lights off and an empty desk, an office no one will be poking their head into and asking why you were there. You sink to your knees, crawling under the desk just to feel enclosed as the emotions bubble up through your throats and sobs emerge from your mouth.

You’re mourning the man you loved and the future you could have had once this mission was finally over. There’s no future you would share now. The hours pass in a blurry daze, time being irrelevant to you now.

The door slams open, an out of breath Hondo looking relieved at finding you. He calls your name but it’s like you’re underwater, like you can’t even hear him. There’s a ringing that you just need to say something, anything, to get rid of it, to shake your head of the pain and pity you’ll receive the moment you stand.

“My parents told me I was crazy for marrying a Navy man, nevertheless a pilot.” You say, tears streaming down your face as you turn to look up at Hondo. Your voice breaks from all the crying, throat sore. “I told them that’s what love was. And now that love is gone? It’s all gone.”

He says your name once more and this time it breaks through the haze. His face comes into focus and you can’t help but notice the repressed joy that is smattered across. He’s happy, in a time like this, when your husband has been shot down and Rooster disobeyed direct orders to go after him, risking his own life.

“They’re alive.”

It’s two words. Two words that relight the spark that burns with a passion within your soul, two words that give you hope. They’re alive, both of them, both of them are alive. And if Hondo knows they’re alive, it means they’re on their way home, they’re coming home.

Hondo reaches out a hand to pull you to your feet and you gladly accept the support. Your legs still feel shaky as you wipe away your tears. “They’re both alive?”

“They just landed.”

You tear down towards the deck, pushing through the throngs of crowds and personnel all heading the same direction. Those that recognise you step aside to let you pass. When the sun catches your skin and you emerge onto the deck, your eyes scan the crowds searching for the man, ten minutes ago, you thought was dead.

Finally, you lock eyes with Pete, the crowd parting as you rush towards each other, crashing together in fiery embrace. His arms wrap around you with desperate strength, as though afraid you might never feel this again. You feel the tremble in his chest, half laughter, half sobs, as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“I thought I'd lost you,” you whisper, voice breaking.

“I never stopped trying to get back to you,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to search your face, eyes wide with disbelief. “You waited and I promised I’d come back.”

The world fades, the noise, the chaos, the stares of strangers, until it's just the two of you, standing in the wreckage of everything that tried to keep you apart. And for the first time in what feels like forever, you're whole again.

[rileyh20]

Okay, so I need you guys to hear me out

Maverick, from Top Gun, as Ethan, from Mission Impossible

WOULD YOU GUYS LIKE A FIC???

PLEASE

I THINK THIS WOULD BE AWESOME

ALSO, IF YOU ALREADY HAVE SEEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS, SEND ME THE LINK PLEASEEEE

[sonimage1965]

Peter Mitchell

Leeds (1977)

[dailydccomics]

no one touches Marcio's Ivy for me ♡ Poison Ivy #33 by G. Willow Wilson and Marcio Takara

[ledepassionne]

Peter Mitchell, Nothing last forever

[joeinct]

Mr and Mrs Hudson, Newsagents, Seacroft, Leeds, Photo by Peter Mitchell, 1974

[colonellickburger]

Peter Mitchell. Old Kent Road, London, 1979

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