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Phryne Ficathon 3 -- Please sign the guest register
Please sign the guest register: Chapter One
Title: Please sign the guest register Rating: M Chapters: [1/4] Summary: Sometimes, leadership takes you to strange places. Jack just found one. He's not comfortable here, but he can't delegate this. Sometimes, a man has to put it all on the line. Like right now: there is something he needs to explain to Rosie. Author: TeaandBanjo ( @teaandbanjo) Recipient: SarahToo ( @omgimsarahtoo)
Phryne Ficathon 3 -- Please sign the guest register
Please sign the guest register: Chapter Two
Title: Please sign the guest register Rating: M Chapters: [2/4] Summary: Sometimes, leadership takes you to strange places. Jack just found one. He's not comfortable here, but he can't delegate this. Sometimes, a man has to put it all on the line. Like right now: there is something he needs to explain to Rosie. Author: TeaandBanjo ( @teaandbanjo) Recipient: SarahToo ( @omgimsarahtoo)
Phryne Ficathon 3 -- Please sign the guest register
Please sign the guest register: Epilogue
Title: Please sign the guest register Rating: M Chapters: [4/4] Summary: Sometimes, leadership takes you to strange places. Jack just found one. He's not comfortable here, but he can't delegate this. Sometimes, a man has to put it all on the line. Like right now: there is something he needs to explain to Rosie. Author: TeaandBanjo ( @teaandbanjo) Recipient: SarahToo ( @omgimsarahtoo)
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Fantastic @rivendellrose!
@omgimsarahtoo: Thanks! I’m so glad you like it!
Reading Miss Fisher: Four fanfic passages for PFF 4
Today is the fourth PFF, Phrack Fucking Friday, created in cahoots by @firesign23 and @promisesarepiecrust. I didn’t manage to write a “proper” post for this, which is a bit disappointing as I have done one post for every PFF so far (here: 1, 2, 3).
So, instead of a post by me, I want to make an experiment and ask if you want to help me out!
How? By answering this question: Do you have a passage in the Miss Fisher fanfic that you either remember or have noted down -- a quote or passage or scene or phrase that you love particularly?
If so, either reblog this post, write your own post and tag me in it (or DM me) and add there the quote and the name of the fanfic and writer (a link to the fic is lovely too). Either write a few sentences about why you love the passage, or just post the quote. Since it is PFF, texts that have to do with that might be the most fitting – not necessarily smut, but in the vicinity of sex, love, or intimacy. It can be a small detail or a life-changing moment, sad or happy, beautiful or fun. I’ll collect the answers in a master post.
I will start by giving you four (as it is the fourth PFF) slightly random passages that I am fond of and that have stayed with me.
@omgimsarahtoo, “An Abbotford Man” (2016, 1 chapter):
“I don’t mind a bit of sweat,” she murmured, smirking at him as she pulled off her sunglasses. He was even more delightful to look at without the shading. The sun glinted on bits of gold in his loosened hair, and she could see the soft tufts of hair under his arms—it was ridiculous just how intimate that hair seemed when she’d hardly ever seen him without a full three-piece suit.
“You’ll mind this in short order.” His voice was dry with humor. “I’ll likely mind myself before too long.”
“Come for dinner tonight, Jack?” Phryne blurted out the invitation with none of her usual finesse. “I mean, if you’d like to, of course.”
Jack’s expression had been startled at first, but it quickly gentled into pleasure. “I’d like that very much, Miss Fisher.”
“Good, then. Eight o’clock sharp.” She smiled at him almost shyly.
“I’ll be there.”
When Hugh and Dot returned with the thermoses of lemonade and the tin of biscuits, trailing the rest of the players, Phryne and Jack were sitting quietly in the shade, side by side, and not talking at all.
I adore this scene and the ending of this quote, Phryne and Jack just sitting there without talking, after the acutely felt intimacy -- and lust -- that struck Phryne when seeing Jack unbottened, sweaty and bared while playing football. I can't decide if that quiet in the end is a companionable and sweet silence while they are sitting next to each other, or a silence where both are repressing enormous emotions coiling in their stomachs that makes them hardly even dare to look at each other. I can't decide, and I kind of love both versions.
@promisesarepiecrust, "A Whole World In Here” (2016, 8 chapters):
They couldn’t come together quickly enough. They moved to the bed, making short work of the garments on his lower half, and she pulled him up between her legs, her silk nightgown and his shirt left unheeded, maybe needed, a second skin protecting them from feeling too much at once.
His entry was gentle and unassuming-- soft gasps, panting, and pleased mewling. Quickly they began a rhythm that was unsustainable in its fervency, but felt necessary, as though they were destroying past frustration and pain between their crashing pelvises.
Joyful, celebratory, like a dance, some part of her mind mused, though her choreography was lost, escaped her, replaced with something new, something inelegant and earnest, something that broke her swelling heart.
He began to slow and, as he evened out his breathing, withdrew. “Sorry, I…I’d just like a pause,” he spoke on a ragged breath, watching her eyes. “Of course,” she breathed, her eyes following him as he slid beside her.
This is from the last chapter in the fic (that I wrote about in my last post), and it is the only one that isn’t written as a play. After the earlier chapters’ emotional rollercoaster, this is the resolution, but it is not an easy resolution. They are so tentative and passionate and emotionally open, and the way they make love mirrors that so well. They feel they might need a barrier, some kind of second skin, to protect themselves from feeling too much. The dance is unchoreographed, the rhythm is unsustainable, and Jack asks for a pause. I adore the way this scene is so heartfelt and raw, and the imperfectness of their love-making just emphasizes the intensity even more.
@necropolistobrookwood/To_brookwood, “(chop)Stuck on you” (2016, 1 chapter):
“Ah! That's not to say you don't have to try the chopsticks!” she said, and there was the Miss Fisher he was most familiar with, along with the equally familiar twin strands of amusement and irritation that stirred within him in her wake.
“I fail to see how that can be a requirement when you've just taken the contraptions from me,” he replied, eyes still stuck on her hand over his. (- - -)
Suddenly, the chopsticks with the round, brown object were hovering directly before him. Jack jerked his head backward ever so slightly before he regained control of himself.
“Miss Fisher,” he said, voice dipping low in a warning that would have chastised normal individuals, but naturally just made her smirk grow wider.
“Detective Inspector,” she replied, moving the chopsticks even closer. “You have to try this at least once – it's part of the experience."
He gave her his best withering look (he never should have taken the gratin from her that day back in his office – apparently that set a precedent in her mind), but he felt something unfurl inside of him. Before he could overthink it further, he shook his head, closing his eyes, and when Miss Fisher took the opportunity of his distraction to tap his lips with the food, he allowed her to feed it to him.
This is a continuation of Phryne’s and Jack’s dinner in the middle of “Away with the Fairies”, and I love how Phryne teases and pushes Jack’s limits a bit, while still not going too far. It is a great way of alluding back to the gratin scene in “The Green Mill Murder” and to call it out as a defining moment -- when he allowed her to feed him. It is also pinpointing the burgeoning intimacy between them that is also evident in the show. This is an interaction that has stayed with me since I read the fic the first time.
gabolange, “When the Long Trick’s Over” (2015, 1 chapter):
Phryne meets Jack that is coming by ship to Southampton. He tells her that she asked him to improve his romantic overture, and she confirms this and admits that his coming to England is “Not bad for a first effort”:
“I do try,” Jack says, and then he kisses her. She tastes like tea and sea air and she leans against him, shifting her hand from her head to grasp at his lapel, holding him to her, possessive. She has been anticipating this reunion as much as he, and Jack wonders what she has in store for him when they are away from the crowd.
Jack smiles against her mouth, and Phryne leans back. “What?” she says, looking delightfully put out at the interruption.
He gestures over her shoulder with his free hand before running his fingers through the strands of black hair at the side of her face. “Your hat is making a run for it,” he says. Her hatpins are no match for the stiff sea breeze.
And then Phryne is running down the dock, chasing her cloche in the wind. Jack watches her for a moment as she skips around luggage and people, a look of pure joy on her face as she scampers for the offending millinery. He locks a hand around his own hat and follows her into the fray.
I find this, in all its simplicity, such a lovely imagining of their reunion. They are not saying too much to each other -- as is their costant habit -- but still picking up just where they left off. There is something in the image of Phryne running down the dock chasing her hat that is so lovely to me, so life-affirming and casual, and showing such freedom and presence in the moment. It captures an easiness between them so well. As the ending of a fic, where Jack clasps his own hat and follows her, I find it magnificent in a downplayed way.
That was my four passages for today. I would love to hear about yours!
(Images from here.) (Full index of Reading Miss Fisher here.)
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I should be asleep, but the the weather is too hot...
I hate that feeling @wah-pah - I hope it passes soon!
Thank you, sweet @omgimsarahtoo. I hate is as well. :/
Reading Miss Fisher: The distilled fanfiction (in honour of Gaslightgallows’ 300th drabble)
This post I am doing in honour of @gaslightgallows reaching number 300 in her series ”You asked for it” (2015-), defined by her as ”drabbles or somewhat-longer-than-drabbles”. That is an incredible number to achieve, and in this post I want to talk about a kind of distilled fanfic – fanfic that is incarnating the very idea of fanfiction – which is how I see this collection of drabbles. The drabbles in “You asked for it” are diversified, inventive, and suggestive, fun, sad, sweet, and surprising. They are teasing out moments or ideas, giving the outlines of so many possible storylines.
There are many aspects of this ‘distilled fanfic’, and I will try to capture a few (six) of them here.
First, here the possibilities of the ”what if” are taken to their fullest, and the question of ”what if” is not asked once or twice but all the time, forming the core of the fic’s very existence. Second, being based on prompts from other fans, this means they are all the time written into a community, as a dialogue between the author’s ideas of the situations and characters, and the prompters’ ideas and wishes.
Third, in being short, the drabbles can suggest and imply without having to take the ideas all the way to a conclusion, again relying on the collective (this time as readers) to fully explore the direction of the ”what if”. Fourth, the dialogue doesn’t end with the prompt. From responses and new prompts that are sometimes dependent on previous drabbles, some storylines are explored further, and taken together they then expand beyond the drabble’s stance of mostly suggesting.
Fifth, the direction of the drabbles are not exclusive, which means that several mutually incompatible storylines exist happily in the same hive. Sixth, this variety and mutiplicity gives a wonderful hotbed for many alternative storylines, directions, and point of views; one important part of this is exploring different sexualities. Some of the minor and supporting characters also become main protagonists in their own storylines.
In the 300 drabbles, there are so many possibilities being explored, and there is no chance I could discuss even a fraction of them here (I want to reread all the fics before I write about them, but here I had to accept defeat). The work is like its own playful universe, with all these fragments or facets sparkling together. As the default is always the show’s world, the drabbles could probably be explained in some elaborate pattern where the writer goes away in one direction and then comes back to touch the centre again before going away on another excursion. There is sweetness and banter and fluff as well as heartbreak and loss, fun times and sexy times, deep character exploration as well as lightness, absurdity and clever oneliners. One of the facets that has been most surprising and special to me is the drabbles about bisexual Jack, which I cannot completely wrap my head around, but I love the way that it challenges me. Drabbles that are much more obviously in my comfort zone are studies of different friendships, the teasing between Phryne and Jack or Phryne and Mac, the angst and fear of loss, and the exploration of Mac’s or Rosie’s characters. I am intrigued by the three part story that forms the latest drabbles (298-300) that explore a falling out of Phryne and Jack – though I am posting this now before number 300 is up, so I don’t know how it will end.
As there are so many chapters, I am going to ask you all to help me! I would love it if you wanted to share some thoughts on drabbles you like especially, drabbles that surprised you or did something you hadn’t expected, or drabbles that did exactly what you wished they would.
Another nice example of this openness to possibilities is @youknowmeasj’s (is this the right tumblr I found to tag?) ”Phryne Twiction” (2015, 26 chapters) that combines the idea of openness with the restriction of only using the twitter length, 140 characters, per chapter. This is then a kind of extreme short form of the drabble, and impressively sets up a scene or a situation in only a line or two, whether it be heartbreak, love, or humour. This is one lovely example (”Ubiquitous”):
He was everywhere, his face under every fedora, his long fingers playing every piano. Come after me? -she thought. I brought him with me.
A similar argument can be made also for @omgimsarahtoo’s lovely third chapter of ”Trilogy” (2015, 3 chapters) – even though this is only one story, about the date in "Death Defying Feats”. Here, interlaced with what is happening, Phryne and Jack are daydreaming about what it would be like if the other one made an active move, or if they did it themselves. These imaginings contrast sharply with what is taking place on the surface, and this is an excellent way of making the thoughts even more powerful. In a very short time frame, the story makes use of fanfiction’s openness to possibilities and gives room to several versions of how the romance could finally be consummated.
[images from here]
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“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the...
YES!! That’s exactly it, for both of them, I think, but especially Phryne.
I think that she may have been so busy in trying to cover it with ‘this is nothing, we’re just friends’ that she didn’t see it coming until Blood at The Wheel.
