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nothingtowear05 · 2 years

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Top: Anna Mason Catherine Long Sleeve Cotton Blouse ($565.00) | Skirt: Zimmermann Rhythmic Tiered Silk-Linen Mini Skirt ($895.00) | Shoes: Repetto Cendrillon ballerinas (€215.00) | Handbag: Chanel MINI SAC À RABAT (9,000€) | Earrings: Oscar de la Renta FORK AND SPOON EARRINGS ($190.00) | Headband: Jennifer Behr Lori Headband In Silk Faille ($225.00)

There was no random item vote this week because I decided to create an outfit inspired by someone who left us recently: Angela Lansbury. Because she is most by many as Mrs. Potts, I decided to create an outfit inspired by this character.

I selected the skirt as it contained all the colours found on Potts’ bottom part. Next, the top was chosen because it has this classic English feel to it, perfect for a good English woman like Mrs. Potts. The shoes and handbag represent the golden bottom rim and the golden handle of the teapot.

I chose the earrings as I thought they fit Mrs. Potts position as head of the kitchen. As for the headband, it is of a similar to the colour of the hat she wears as a teapot and as a human.

Now, because Angela Lansbury is more than Mrs Potts, I decided to honour two other roles she’s had (among many): Jessica Fletcher and Miss Eglantine Price (from Bedknobs and Broomsticks). First, if you saw my making-of reel and turned the sound on, you will have noticed that I used the theme of Murder, She Wrote. This was obviously my wink at her character of Jessica Fletcher. In fact, my first encounter with Lansbury was in Murder, She Wrote, not in Beauty and the Beast (being French-Canadian, I first watched that movie in French). That show is one of my comfort shows that I like rewatching every once in a while. Along with Columbo, she was my introduction into the world of mystery tv shows.

For Miss Eglantine Price, there’s the title, which is from the song “The Age of Not Believing”. While I was not familiar with the movie it came from as a kid, I had a box set of Disney song CDs which included that song, and I always found it soothing.

So long, Mrs. Lansbury. And thank you. For everything.

#mrs potts #disneybound #fashion #style #fashion blog #fashion set #polyvore #anna mason #zimmermann #repetto #chanel #oscar de la renta #jennifer behr #mode #moda

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fashiontimeless · 3 months

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Blumarine Spring 1993

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such-g00d-luck · 1 month

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you know it hits hard

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catoscloves · 3 months

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watching lamina in the ballad of songbirds and snakes being extremely emotionally distraught/unable to speak coherently because she was crying so much, and then in the arena actually being able to adequately defend herself and use an axe... it reminds me of another district seven girl who basically did almost the exact same thing in her games and actually won that way

#something something about so many ghosts coming back to haunt snow #lamina #lamina tbosas #johanna mason #district 7 #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #anna speaks

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deatwithdignity · 1 year

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bisexual detectives and their lesbian partners is something special to me!!

#mindhunter #perry mason hbo #jonathan groff #holden ford #anna torv #wendy carr #matthew rhys #perry mason #juliet rylance #della street

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historicattractions · 5 months

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#downton abbey #period drama #mary crawley #edith crawley #charles carson #thomas barrow #tom branson #cora crawley #robert crawley #elsie hughes #daisy mason #historic attractions #character poll #podcast #anna bates #john bates

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hayleythesugarbowl · 7 months

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Hey!! I saw your Thomas barrow headcanons and I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is a new maid and Thomas takes a liking to her and stands up for her and the reader then begins to fall for Thomas and he finds out somehow and tells her that he can’t love her and the reader understands and they end up as good friends? Thank you so much if you write this I love your writing!!

It’s Nice To Have a Friend || Thomas Barrow & reader • Part

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summary: when your father dies and you’re forced to get a job as a maid at Downton you are greeted by Thomas Barrow who takes to helping you get settled in

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none

a/n: thank you so much for the request, I’ve been meaning to write for Thomas and so I decided to make this a series. this is the first of a three part series (part 2 and 3 are out now!!) enjoy <3🍒💋

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Downton Abbey. You took in the grand estate as you walked up towards the house, clutching your coat tighter around yourself.

Saying you needed this job would be an understatement. What with your father’s death and your mother’s not being able to uphold the farm, you needed every penny you could get. Sure, being a maid wasn’t your ideal job, but it would do. There were less respectable positions than a housemaid in a estate such as Lord and Lady Grantham’s.

You stuck your chin up. You were lucky to have gotten this job. And you would make a good maid—you would have to. It wasn’t where you imagined yourself when you were a little girl and dreamed of being the next Mary Shelley. But what were dreams to reality. You shook these thoughts off as you approached the house.

As you headed towards where you guessed the the servants entrance was, you thought about the decisions that had got you here. You hoped you’d made the right ones. You stopped for a moment, leaning up against the wall, hoping no one could see you. This had to go well. You took a minute to collect yourself. A door opened a little ways down and someone stepped out. You saw his figure walking towards you.

“Can I help you?” The man who now stood before you asked, with a slight air of suspicion. He had dark hair and dark eyes and you couldn’t help but notice how good-looking he was. God does have his favorites, you thought.

“I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n), the new housemaid.” You told him, standing up straighter.

“I didn’t know we needed another housemaid,” the man said.

“Well I’m not here to mend cars,” you told him.

“Ah, of course not,” he smiled, “I see you prefer to spend your time lurking in the shadows.”

“I was merely looking for the servants entrance,” you countered.

He looked you up and down, “Right. This way,” he led you farther down, towards the door he had previously exited.

“Well, now I’ve introduced myself, who might you be? I don’t suppose you’re the butler.”

“In time,” he said mysteriously. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’m Thomas Barrow, his Lordship’s valet. It’s a right here.”

You turned right and were led into the servants quarters, a lively place, bustling with cooks and maids and footmen as they went about their work. As Thomas led you to the back of the room and into a hall you marveled at how many servants worked here. Sure, the house was large but you couldn’t imagine one family needing that much help.

“Here we are,” Thomas stopped in front of a room with the door propped open and you were met with a stern looking woman and an even more stern looking man.

“Ah, (Y/n), I see you’ve made it,” the woman greeted you, smiling, “I hope your trip wasn’t too rough.”

“No ma’am,” you answered.

“We’re glad to have you (Y/n),” the man said, “Mrs. Hughes and I have been quite busy lately with such a limited staff. Thank you, Thomas, for showing her the way.”

Thomas nodded and as you looked around you, the door pushed open a tad and you saw that a maid with blonde hair had entered the room.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she said.

“We were just welcoming the new maid. (Y/n), this is Anna, the head housemaid. She’ll show you to your rooms.” Mr. Carson said. “You have a few minutes to get settled and then you’ll need to change. Mrs. Hughes can tell you when to get the girls rooms ready and when to turn the guest rooms. Daisy will wake you at 6:00 every morning.”

The woman who must have been Anna led you down a hall.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever remember it all,” you said.

“You’ll pick it up in no time,” Anna smiled encouragingly. She showed you to the room you were to be sharing with another one of the maids and you set your bag down that held your few possessions.

Upon walking back to the servants dining room you found most of the people sitting around the table having a rest or mending something, their eyes on you once you walked in.

“So, has it always been your dream to be in service or did fate require it?” One woman said, not entirely kindly, you thought.

“If you’re asking if I mean to be a housemaid my whole life then no, I can’t say that I do.” You answered honestly, maybe too honestly, you realized as the word tumbled out of your mouth. “I have my ambitions, just like the rest of us.”

“You’ll do good to forget about them,” she drawled.

“O’Brien doesn’t mean it,” Anna smiled at you, “I think it’s lovely that you’ve got dreams.”

“You don’t mean to be here long then?” A kitchen girl asked you.

“Oh I don’t mean that,” you said, “it’s a good position and I’m lucky to be here.”

Suddenly, a cook with fiery red hair stormed into the room, glaring daggers at the girl who had just spoke.

“Daisy I said you could have a break not a day off!”

“Coming Mrs. Patmore,” Daisy scrambled off, glancing back at you with a worried look.

Thomas walked in just then, Daisy almost running into him, holding a cigarette, “Got a lot of ambitions, do you (Y/n)?”

“I might,” you answered, looking at Thomas mysteriously.

“Well you mustn’t let Mr. Carson hear you talking about ‘em,” he lifted his cigarette to his mouth, “we’re not supposed to have thoughts and opinions down here.”

“You have no trouble sharing yours,” O’Brien raised an eyebrow.

“You’re one to talk,” he countered.

You looked between them, and then turned to Anna, whispering, “They don’t get on, do they?”

Anna turned to you. “They’re friends really,” she continued in a low voice, taking on a joking tone, “united in their treachery.”

You didn’t think Thomas had seemed particularly treacherous. Cold maybe. Haughty sure. But not treacherous. However, first impressions were often wrong.

Mr. Carson entered the room again. Everyone stood up, awaiting instruction.

“I’ve rung the dressing gong,” he said, “You must all begin to get ready for dinner. Everyone is ready to be dressed so you should head up at once. Thomas, His Lordship’s new shoes are in the boot room and they need brushing.”

“Yes Mr. Carson.”

Mrs. Hughes addressed you. “And (Y/n), if you could help Anna out by fetching Edith’s frock. It was being mended and I haven’t had a chance to send it up.”

“Yes Mrs. Hughes.” You went off with everyone else in a rush, heading in the same direction as Thomas.

“Settling in yet?” Thomas asked you as you walked.

“As much as I can,” you answered. “I hope so, at least.”

He was silent a moment before saying, “Always rise when any of the family comes down here. Never appear in the dining room when dinner service is in progress. Prepare to serve long and tiring hours and don’t expect to be acknowledged for it neither. Remember that and you should be alright.”

You looked at him. “Thank you, you’ve been ever so welcoming. I’ve no doubt you know this house like the back of your hand. If I was Mr. Carson I’d worry I’d be out of a job.”

Thomas was silent.

You accepted the silence for a few moments and then sought to break it. “So you seemed keen to talk about ambitions, what are your dreams, Mr. Barrow?”

“Who says I’ve got dreams?”

“Everyone has dreams,” you told him.

“Not me,” he said cryptically. “People like me don’t have dreams.”

“I don’t believe that. I think everyone’s got a right to hope just as anyone else.”

“The world doesn’t share your views, my luck,” he said.

As you pondered over what this meant, you followed Thomas into the boot room. He picked up a pair of shoes and grabbed a brush.

“I’d like to become a novelist,” you said. “I like to write—that’s my dream.”

He didn’t say anything

You gathered a parcel that must have been Lady Edith’s dress and began to leave the room. “That was a very interesting conversation, Mr. Barrow, thank you.”

You turned back around before exiting. “I’d like to think we’ll become friends, you and I,” you told him.

“Oh, (Y/n),” Thomas turned to you, stopping mid-brush, “I don’t have friends here. Everyone knows that.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ part 2 and 3 are up now hope you enjoyed this loves <3

#thomas barrow #thomas barrow x friend!reader #thomas barrow x reader #downton abbey #downton abbey fanfiction #anna bates #charlie carson #elsie hughes #william mason #sarah o’brien #daisy mason #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader

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kierancaz · 3 months

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Rewatching the first ep of downton abbey before I start the final season and there was soooo much that I missed. The little seeds planets so early on between Anna and Mr. Bates. The great introduction to literally every person but specifically everyone upstairs and also a great introduction into all of the important relationships and the main plots.

Like I’m sure that none of this is new information but it’s just all stuff that I spotted just like half way through the episode.

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sxnyarostova · 7 months

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downton downstairs and how they eat their toast:

carson: lightly toasted with a very thin layer of butter on top. look me in the eye and tell me he'd like it done any other way.

mrs hughes: not the biggest fan of toast. prefers scones, but when she absolutely has to eat it, she likes it toasted with jam only. she is eventually influenced by mr carson and puts minimal butter before she slathers it in strawberry jam.

mrs patmore: toast connoisseur; she has to be the one to crisp the bread and will not eat it otherwise. butter and preserves are the way to go. in a modern context she is a marmite lover; not a huge fan of crusts though

thomas: eats it plain with absolutely nothing on it. will put parsley butter if available though (but it never is so the mystery of whether thomas actually puts condiments on his toast remains very much intact). avid marmalade hater.

o'brien: would be gluten-free in a modern context. does not enjoy toast. don't even think about giving her some she will bite your hand off

william: he likes english muffins. if forced to eat toast he nibbles at it until it vaguely resembles an English muffin.

gwen: cuts the crusts off her bread and gets the most bombastic side eye from mrs p. liker of marmalade and heckler of daisy's anti-marmalade stance

anna: does not toast her bread and likes a thin layer of jam, so long as it doesn't overpower that taste that makes bread, well, bread. likes scones more but isn't excessively picky about it. will occasionally pop scrambled eggs onto her toast, and gets mr bates into it.

mr bates: toasts his bread, and puts butter and jam in even quantities. apparently he is a liker of marmalade, but this was only said in response to thomas' denouncement of it at the table. does he actually enjoy it? we'll never know. crust enjoyed. as mentioned above he puts scrambled eggs on his toast every once in a while.

daisy: very particular about how it's done. she wants untoasted bread, lots of butter, and lots of jam, but not too much of either condiment or it'll make her sick. she despises marmalade and would actually cry as a child if someone forced her to eat it. always eats her crusts, and will eat toast as a midnight snack. she's clearly a fan.

ivy: no crusts, no toasting, no butter, and just puts jam. fights with daisy sometimes about their stances on how toast is supposed to be enjoyed. eventually caves and starts toasting it.

alfred: did not inherit his aunt's genes and is a huge fan of bread. he will literally talk to you for hours about baking bread and how much butter is too much butter. will literally not shut up about toast. eats it with what he believes is the golden ratio of butter (it isn't).

jimmy: likes it a little burnt. that's it he has no other preferences

ms baxter: anna got her scrambled egg thing from her. ms baxter is the original inventor of scrambled eggs on toast actually she patented the term

mr molesley: huge toast enjoyer. initially very adamant that it should be eaten with just butter but changes his ways after ms baxter comes into his life <3