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imnotthewerewolf · 23 days
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"we need more complex and morally grey characters"
y'all couldn't even handle Thomas Barrow
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catherinesboleyn · 7 months
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Michelle Dockery as Lady Mary Crawley
Downton Abbey 1.04 (2010-2015)
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kajaono · 1 year
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How can you not love her?!
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leavemeslowly · 3 months
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moonshine-111 · 1 month
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No, you don't understand. I am obsessed!!!
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"my love" or "my darling" > any other pet name
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Tom Branson from Downton Abbey!!
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Tom Branson from Downtown Abbey is Christian!
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maryoliveoil · 4 months
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HAHAHAHHAHAHA
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martianbugsbunny · 11 months
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literally died when I saw Mr. Thomas Barrow get his happy ending, like crying screaming losing my mind he FINALLY got to be happy!!! he gets to have a nice, talented, handsome movie star almost-husband and live the splendid life and I COULD NOT BE MORE THRILLED!!!! my boy has been through the wringer and now he gets everything and I'm NOT going to be normal about it!!!!!
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dadsinsuits · 6 months
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Hugh Bonneville
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imnotthewerewolf · 1 month
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What if I said Barris Good Omens AU? What then huh?
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specialagentlokitty · 9 months
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Thomas Barrow x Teen!reader - the bond that keeps us going
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Part four:
Thomas was ordered to carry you to your bed, and your father moved him aside to sit next to you, holding your head up and tilted to the side a little as you coughed blood into a pan.
“Where’s doctor clarkson?!” He yelled.
“Here my lord! He’s just arrived!” Mr Carson said.
The doctor rushed in and pushed everyone away from you, and Thomas was dragged away and back down the stairs to the hall where the once happy occasion was now dark and grim.
“I need to be up there!” Thomas yelled.
“You need to sit down and calm yourself!” Mr Carson snapped.
Thomas threw himself into a chair, and he ran a hand down his face as he took a small breath.
Anna walked over, placing a hand in his shoulder, Mrs Hughes and Daisy walking over to stand by them.
“How does it look Mr Carson?” O’Brian asked.
“We won’t know until lady (Y/N) has been looked at, then we will know more.”
They all stayed quiet, and Thomas couldn’t sit there anymore so he got up and began to walk away.
“Thomas!” Daisy called.
“Leave him, I’ll go..” Anna whispered.
She followed Thomas down to the servants hall, and he leant against the wall, hand covering his mouth.
“I don’t know why I’m crying really…” he whispered.
“Because you care about her Thomas, we all do, but you know her better than all of us.” Anna spoke gently.
“So do you…”
“Not better than you.”
Anna placed a hand on his arm, resting her head on his arm as well, and Thomas took a shaky breath.
“She was doing so well…” he whispered.
“She’s sick, we all know that.”
Thomas glanced down at the housemaid.
“She’s… she’s to young to die..”
His voice cracked and Anna looked up at him.
“Sit down. Come on.”
She guided him to one of the chairs and sat him down, and she stood behind him, a hand on his shoulder.
“Lady (Y/N) is not going to die Thomas, okay?”
“You don’t know that…”
“Maybe not, but thinking she will is not going to make it any better. We have to have hope.”
Thomas nodded his head and he tried to gather his composure again.
He knew Anna was right, him believing that you were going to die wasn’t going to help the situation, and it was going to upset him even more.
But he was just glad to be away from everybody else, so he didn’t have to see they were looking at him in pity.
He didn’t want that.
He didn’t want to be looked at in pity, or treated like a little child who had lost a parent or a sibling, he didn’t want any of that.
He wanted to be treated just like normal, so at least he could try and ease his worries, so he wouldn’t have to be constantly reminded of your condition.
Upstairs in your room, you had finally stopped coughing, but you were still finding it hard to breath, but you had fallen asleep.
“How is she?” Lady Mary asked.
“If I’m to be honest my lady, not good.”
“Will she make it?” Your mother asked.
The doctor sighed heavily.
“If she survives the night, then she has a better chance of living, but she would need to be taken to the hospital in London.”
“You don’t sound so convinced.” Lord Grantham said.
“I’m not my Lord, with lady (Y/N) illness unknown to us all we have no idea how to treat or manage it. All we can do is pray and hope for the best.”
“What are you saying Doctor Clarkson?” Your mother asked.
He glanced at you, then over to them.
“I would suggest you say your goodbyes tonight. If she survives, I can have her taken to London tomorrow first thing, but she could be there for a while, and she may not make it there either.”
“Thank you, can we have a room set up for you, just in case?” Lord Grantham asked.
“If you wish me to stay of course my lord.”
They set up the doctor a room, and finally Lord Grantham made his way down the stairs to speak to the servants.
“How is she my Lord?” Mrs Hughes asked.
“It’s not looking good I’m afraid, thank you all for waiting and I am sorry about your evening. Leave this mess for the morning, go get some rest, lord knows we will all be needed it.”
They nodded, and Lord Grantham called for Mr Carson who hung behind.
“Should you wish to say your goodbyes to (Y/N) please do so now, and Thomas if you find him.”
“I believe he went downstairs with Anna my Lord.”
Lord Grantham nodded.
“I will find them papa, go.” Lady Edith said.
“Thank you.”
Mr Carson and your father went upstairs again, and Lady Edith went downstairs to the servants hall and Thomas and Anna both quickly stood up.
“How is she my lady?” Anna asked.
“Not well, will you come with me Thomas? Anna you are more than welcome to come as well.”
“Of course my lady..” Thomas whispered.
Anna went with the pair, up to your room and they all walked over to your bed where Mr Carson was sat holding your hand.
He looked up at Thomas.
“Come make your peace.” He said.
“No…” Thomas whispered.
“Thomas if you do not make your peace now you may come to regret it.” Anna whispered.
Thomas looked at her, then walked over, taking the seat next to your bed.
He held your hand, looking at your pale and sickly looking form.
Though you were asleep and spent a lot of time recently sleeping, you looked exhausted, as if you hadn’t slept for years.
Thomas cleared his throat, and took a small breath.
“Can she hear us?” He asked softly.
“I like to believe she can.” Your mother softly replied.
They all stepped to the other side of the room to give him some privacy.
“You cannot go just yet… you have many things you want to do…” he whispered.
He hoped for a reply, but he knew he wasn’t going to get one.
“If you want to go, that’s okay. I know you have been fighting this for a long time, much longer than I have been here…”
He cleared his throat again.
“I hope that you can find your peace… feel the world move beneath your feet and that the sun warms you. I hope you can find it in yourself to finally ease your pain.”
Everyone looked over at him.
“You told me once when you passed you would be dancing and singing with all your might in heaven, and I believe you will be.”
Thomas looked down at the floor.
“I believe you will have the best place in heaven, where all the nicest people go, that is where you belong….”
Thomas looked back up at you.
“Thank you for everything you have done for me… and I’m sorry I could not save you from this… but I promise I’ll come visit you every day…”
“That was wonderful Thomas.” Your mother smiled.
“Thank you my lady.”
“Get some sleep, all of you. We’ll let you know if anything changes.” Lord Grantham spoke.
After bidding everyone goodnight they left, and Thomas was walked back to his room by Mr Carson who sat him on his bed.
“I do not agree with you on many things you do Thomas, but I do agree that lady (Y/N) will go to the best place in heaven.”
Thomas nodded his head and Mr Carson left.
Sitting on his bed, Thomas held the pocket watch your gave him for Christmas and he found himself unable to sleep, scared that if he did he would miss something important.
So he stayed awake, pacing his room, sitting on his bed, staring at the wall.
There was a small knock on his door and he rushed up to answer it.
“My lord?”
“Hello Thomas, I’m sorry if I woke you up, but she’s awake and she’s been asking for you to read to her.”
“Of course my Lord, May I change?”
Lord Grantham nodded his head, and closed the door and Thomas rushed to change into his liveries and followed Lord Grantham up to your room.
Doctor Clarkson was in there along with your family, and you were sat up in bed, breathing heavily.
“You need to go back to sleep.” Doctor Clarkson said.
You weakly shook your head and held the book tightly in your arms.
“May I read to you my lady?” Thomas asked gently.
You gave a weak nod and he smiled, walking over he sat next to your bed and took the book from your hands and opened it to the page he had marked the last time.
Thomas began to quietly read to you, and everyone sat or stood around to listen.
Your eyes just stared at the wall opposite you, your hand holding your mothers as she sat next to you, and you listened to Thomas quietly read.
Your chest hurt, it felt like it was bruised or broken, it hurt so much, and each breath came out as agony for you.
Thomas read until the next chapter and you heard him put the book down.
“Thank you Thomas, you may go now.” Doctor Clarkson said.
“No…” you whispered.
“My lady with all due respect I wish only for your family to be here.”
Thomas placed his hand over yours.
“I will see you in the morning..” he whispered.
You gripped his hand tightly, stopping him.
“That… is.. why.. he.. stays…” you breathed out.
The doctor looked at your father who looked at you.
“If she wants him to stay, he stays.” Your mother said.
“Cora…”
“No. If our daughter wants her favourite footman by her side in what could be her last hours here then he stays by her side.”
Your father sighed and nodded his head, and Thomas sat back down, turning his attention back to you while the doctor spoke to everyone quietly.
“You’ll be alright…” he whispered.
“Thomas…?”
He squeezed your hand a little.
“Will… I be… your favourite Angel..?”
Thomas gave a weak smile.
“Of course your will be lady (Y/N), you’ll be my favourite lady and my favourite Angel.” He said gently.
You smiled a little.
You rested your head back.
“Lady (Y/N)?”
You turned in his direction.
“You’re going to be okay. No matter what happens, I know you are going to be okay, and you needn’t be afraid of anything.”
“I’m.. not.. afraid…”
“Oh? And why is that?”
You smiled weakly, and you sat up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed as you reached out, placing your hands on his face.
You could feel he had been crying, and you wiped some of his tears away.
“Because… you’re here…”
Thomas smiled, holding your hands in his as he looked up at you.
“Hold on to this life lady (Y/N)…”
“I… will.. try…”
You took a breath, and you wheezed a little, and he furrowed his brows a little bit.
“You will be safe and sound, I promise you, no matter what happens. But you must rest, you need it.”
“They… will.. send.. you away…”
“And I will come back.”
“No…”
You sniffled a little, tears welling in your eyes as you looked in his direction, and you moved your hands to grip his sleeves tightly.
Tears ran down your face and you shook your head.
“Don’t.. go..” you cried quietly.
“He must go.” You father said quietly.
You stood up on weak legs and hugged Thomas tightly, and he carefully lowered you to the floor, hand on your back as you rested your chin on his shoulder.
“No…”
“(Y/N), I know you care for Thomas, but you need to sleep to get better…” Doctor Clarkson whispered.
You shook your head, sniffling a little, coughing a bit.
“Calm down…” Thomas whispered.
He ran his hand up and down your back.
“If you get worked up you could make it worse again…”
You weakly nodded your head and held him tightly, trying to control your emotions.
“He.. stays…”
You sniffled, and closed your eyes, making sure to ball your hands into the fabric of his liveries tightly so they couldn’t pry you away.
Everyone shared a look.
“I’m.. scared…”
“You said you were not afraid…” Thomas whispered.
“I.. lied..”
Thomas sighed softly, placing his hand on the back of your head.
“You needn’t be scared, in no time you’ll be running around again and going for walks.”
You nodded and sniffled again.
“Don’t.. take him.. away… please..”
“Robert we can’t take him away from her, look at her.” Your mother whispered.
“I agree papa, she’s so scared. Let Thomas stay by her side.” Lady Mary said.
“And when she goes to London? She needs to get used to not having him around.”
“Well that is an issue for the morning, papa look at them. Are you really going to break that apart just because you don’t want a footman in the room?” Lady Edith whispered.
Lord Grantham looked at you, clutching tightly to the servant as if your life absolutely depended on having him with you.
“Alright, fine. Thomas can stay, but he cannot go to London with her.”
“That’s fine, we can sort that out.” Your mother smiled.
She walked over, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Thomas will stay, can you let him go now?” She asked.
“No…” you grumbled.
She laughed softly, looking at you.
She smiled a little to herself, you used to do the same thing to Mr Carson when you were a little girl, anywhere he went you wanted to go with him. He was your best friend.
And now Thomas was your best friend.
“Well you cannot sit on the floor all night.” Lord Grantham said.
You nodded your head, insisting that you could.
“How can you be so stubborn when you are so sick?” Lady Mary laughed.
“Because…” you mumbled.
Thomas smiled a little, standing up and lifting you up with him, and you still refused to let go, you put your head on his chest instead.
“Go to bed.” He said.
“No…”
“Lady (Y/N) I will be sat right by your side, okay? I promise.”
You sat down on your bed, holding his hand and he sat down.
“I will stay right here and I will not move.”
“Okay..”
You laid back down, and you held out your other hand.
“Papa…”
He walked around and sat on the bed next to you, taking your hand.
“I’m here too. I will stay as well, we all will.”
You smiled weakly and nodded, closing your eyes to go back to sleep again and the room fell silent for the fear of waking you up once more.
If you did make it through the rest of the night, you would go to London tomorrow, and if you were so insistent on having your friend by your side now, they only wondered what you would be like when it came to leave the house
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perioddramapolls · 2 months
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Period dramas dresses tournament: Black dresses Round 1- Group A: Edith Crawley, Downtown abbey (gifset) vs Miriam Maisel, The marvelous mrs. Maisel (pics set)
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want2fucku-blog · 1 year
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kajaono · 1 year
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The moment we were all of them
I love how they use the opportunity of the war to take a look behind his shell and let him refelct that the people he always push away from him, have a lot more in common with him then he usually admits
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ilovetheoblog · 1 year
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