Michelle Dockery and Jasper Waller-Bridge are newlyweds!
The ceremony took place at St Nicholas' church in Chiswick, West London, on Saturday, Sept. 23, with Michelle wearing a stunning dropped waist wedding dress by Emilia Wickstead with a long train and a veil pinned at the back of her wavy hair. [...]
The groom's sister [Phoebe Waller-Bridge] donned a bright pink three-piece suit and elegant hat, with Phoebe's longtime partner, screenwriter and director Martin McDonagh.
Michelle and Jasper's wedding served as a mini Downton Abbey reunion, with cast members Hugh Bonneville, Laura Carmichael [one of the bridesmaids], Lily James, Lesley Nicol, Joanne Froggatt, Jim Carter, Elizabeth McGovern, Imelda Staunton, Allen Leech, [Michael Fox], and likely more there. Julian Fellowes, the creator and producer of Downton Abbey, was also in attendance.
Since the end of the TV show in 2016, there have been two feature films, one released in 2019, while the sequel came out in May 2022.
The Crown's Lesley Manville, former The Good Doctor actress Antonia Thomas, and more famous faces were also at the star-studded wedding. (People)
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Not saying I exactly *want* another downton abbey movie or series. However—
if it did get rebooted it would be fun to see these storylines explored:
1.) Carson training the new butler
The end of the movie hinted at making Andy the new butler but to me that’s silly and I think he would say no 100%
So, then, who does that leave? Barrow’s gone now. Albert’s far too young. And Mrs. Hughes, despite Carson’s persistence, knows her husband can’t go on forever; he’s supposed to be retired
So, much to Carson’s dismay, they place an ad in the newspaper and so begins their outside search for downton abbey’s butler. The interviewing process begins
Each person Carson meets, he finds something wrong with them: this one didn’t greet the family properly enough, that one was too short, and the one after that one called it a “good” house instead of a “great” one. Excuse after excuse, until—a familiar face arrives
Yep, Mr. Lang, recovered from his shell shock in need of a job
2.) The brief return of Miss O’Brien
O’Brien left the show so abruptly that if she were to ever come back, it would certainly shake the house
So maybe, she’s a lady’s maid to some high up bigwig that just so happens to be visiting Downton Abbey for a few nights. And Cora at last confronts her, and obrien breaks down and apologizes for the person she used to be (probably after a heart to heart with the now Mrs. Molesely)
3.) Daisy gets into politics
Daisy’s transition from skittish scullery maid to confident educated woman is probably one of the best developments within the show
Maybe she forms a closer friendship with Branson. They bond over their want for change and he encourages her to pursue politics, much to Carson’s dismay
And at first Andy doesn’t approve. Thinks she needs to be putting her focus on him and the family he wants to start with her, but eventually comes around and is supportive
Clearly there’s still a whole lot of story to tell. It’s just, just because you can doesn’t always mean you should, yknow?
Also, do we really want a sequel/reboot without this lady around to make snarky remarks at everything and everyone?
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Mary’s relationships with men aren’t het or comp het, but a secret third thing (revelling in the greatest if not only power a woman of her time and class could acceptably wield, her beauty and social graces).
(For the record:
Daisy: so comp het it’s painful.
Sybil: “you’re my ticket”
Edith: she’s just glad to be here tbh. Her orientation is “people who look at her twice”.
My conclusion is that the Downton Abbey writers had a strange way to handle romance, especially on women’s side.)
Disclaimer: this isn't meant to bash any ships.
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WIP Wednesday: Upcoming Group Think
As I mentioned in the tags of an earlier reblog, I’m working on the Thomas as Heir fic again. This is for two reasons: first being that I really do want to finish at least part one of this thing before I die of old age. Second being that the most recent similar fic has almost the exact same title as my working title, is part of a series with almost the exact same name as I was going to use, and has some details that are creeping much closer to what I have than anything I’ve seen before.
No, I’m not calling Fandom Copyright Infringement. I’ve not posted that info before, so there’s no way the other author could have copied me. Similarly, I was unaware of that project until it went up. This isn’t even a matter of great minds thinking alike, it’s more like two grade school kids being handed pictures of the sun to colour and reaching for the yellow crayon. Seriously, naming a story about a stolen kid after a Yeats poem is kind of a no brainer.
I do want to get this done before someone else accidentally writes the exact same story, though. I mean, there are only so many ways to do this thing. It’s bound to happen eventually.
(And no, I am not changing my titles. I’ve as much right to the yellow crayon as anyone else.)
Anyway, since I’m hitting the part of the narrative that was shot all to heck with my last brainstorming session and am basically back to the ‘throwing pasta at the wall and seeing what sticks’ stage, I will probably put a thing up in the next couple of days asking for thoughts and feedback, because that was kinda insanely helpful last time.
In the meantime - I WROTE EDITH’S POV AND I’M REALLY PROUD OF MYSELF FOR THAT!
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“I don’t understand.” Edith frowned into the mouthpiece of the telephone. “Is something wrong with the baby?”
“No, there’s nothing wrong there,” her mother’s voice assured her, “or with Mary. They’re both in perfect health.”
There was a small noise behind her and she turned to find Bertie crossing the room, an anxious look on his face. He must have heard her last question. “Well it’s a relief.” She gave her husband a reassuring smile and he visibly relaxed. “But what else is so important that you can’t just tell me over the telephone?”
“We’ve a mystery on our hands,” the older woman replied, her tone both serious and coaxing. “And it involves the whole family. It’s quite complicated, so we’d like to only go over the details once. Your Grandmother is seeing if Rosamund can come, and I’ve already asked the Mertons. They’re free all week.”
“Well we can’t come down tonight.” Edith frowned, mentally reviewing her calendar. “We’re having the archbishop over to dinner, but we might be available tomorrow. One moment, let me ask Bertie.” Lowering the mouthpiece she said, “It’s Mama. She wants to know if we can come down for a day or two this week.”
“As far as I know.” It was Bertie’s turn to frown. “I’m tied up in meetings with several of the farmers in the morning, but I don’t see why we couldn’t be down there by about tea time. We’ve no other commitments that I know of until Monday, at least nothing we can’t reschedule.”
With a nod, Edith turned her attention back to the telephone. “We could be there for dinner tomorrow night and make a Friday to Monday out of it.”
“Wonderful, thank you, Dear.” The relief in her mother’s voice was palpable.
“What if Aunt Rosamund can’t make it?”
“We’ll tell you anyway,” was the promise. “And you’ll get to see us all, so it won’t be a wasted trip.”
“It’s never a wasted trip when we’re visiting you,” Edith laughed, despite the strange, mysterious circumstances. “If nothing else, it will be good to see Mary, before the baby’s born.”
“Who knows? Maybe the baby will be born while you’re here.”
“That would certainly be convenient.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dear. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.” The line went dead and Edith hung up. She felt utterly befuddled.
“What’s going on, Darling?” Bertie asked, his own expression as curious as she felt.
“I don’t know for certain,” she confessed. “Apparently there’s some sort of mystery going on and it’s all a big fuss. Mama didn’t want to tell me over the telephone.” She shook her head. “She was being very mysterious, which isn’t like Mama at all.”
“But the baby’s fine,” he confirmed, “and Mary?”
Edith sighed, unable to deny she was relieved that all was well in that quarter. Much as she and Mary had never gotten on, she wasn’t ready to bury a second sister. “She says so, yes, and she wouldn’t lie about that. Whatever it is, it’s something different.”
They looked at each other for a moment, then Bertie shrugged. “I suppose we’ll find out tomorrow, then, won’t we?”
“I suppose we will.”
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