#lol crawley

[sesiondemadrugada]

White Noise (Noah Baumbach, 2022).

#noah baumbach #adam driver #white noise #don delillo #lol crawley #matthew hannam #jess gonchor #Stephen Dudro #chris farmer #claire kaufman #ann roth

[threefilmframes]

Noah Baumbach's White Noise, 2022

All plots move deathward. This is the nature of plots.

DoP: Lol Crawley

#threefilmframes #film stills #movie frames #Noah Baumbach #Don DeLillo #Lol Crawley #Adam Driver #Greta Gerwig #Don Cheadle #Raffey Cassidy #Sam Nivola #May Nivola #netflix #modernism #black comedy #cinema #cinematography #cinephilia #american cinema

[genevieveetguy]

This is not a story about your disappointment in my silence. The theme of this story is my pain and my attempts to end it.

White Noise, Noah Baumbach (2022)

#Noah Baumbach #Adam Driver #Greta Gerwig #Don Cheadle #Raffey Cassidy #Sam Nivola #May Nivola #Jodie Turner Smith #André 3000 #Sam Gold #Carlos Jacott #Lars Eidinger #Bill Camp #Barbara Sukowa #Francis Jue #Lol Crawley #Danny Elfman #Matthew Hannam #2022

[distort251]

45 Years (2015) / Cinematography by Lol Crawley

#45 Years #2015 #film #movie #cinema #cinematography #Lol Crawley #Andrew Haigh #the scene session

[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

I love when Carson acts as valet coz someone else is away

#this looks bad to me and it’s a bit…idk off but idk maybe I’ve looked at it too long lol #he’s putting his jacket on :3 #Robert crawley #British shorthair #cat #Siberian tiger #tiger #Charles carson #animal au #anthro #furry #Downton abbey #my art #digital #illustration #art #Carson

[winter-seance]

Broadchurch | 1.04

#my gifs #mygifs:dt #mygifs:broadchurch #deleted all the tags cause i didn't realize this scene had been posted earlier the SAME DAY #whoopsie #but also what a coincidence lol #i'm so sorry crawley-fell! #it was in my queue and i was offline all day and didn't see your post

[thisnoisemademe]

Artwork by M. Lineham Art.

#the cure #lullaby #the cure band #disintegration #disintegration album #1989 #robert smith #simon gallup #porl thompson #boris williams #pearl thompson #roger o'donnell #lol tolhurst #alternative #alternative rock #post punk #gothic #gothic rock #goth #england #uk #Tim pope #crawley #west sussex

[w1zords]

mary/matthew AO3 has been poppin lately, and i am having the time of my life…

#downton abbey #matthew x mary #matthew crawley #mary crawley #i didn’t think i would come back to these guys so soon lol but #all the fic on AO3 has been sustaining me #my forever pookies

[thestarlightforge]

It doesn’t make sense, they’ve already said Cora’s maiden name in the OG series, etc. etc. BUT—

What if Cora Crawley was Marion & Larry’s daughter. That’s why she’s so awesome. And “Gilded Age” ends with her going off to England

#is this anything #I love this show lol #julian fellowes #you own my heart sir #larry russell #marian brook #marian x larry #larry x marian #cora crawley #downton abbey #the gilded age #the gilded age spoilers

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

No one:

Lord Grantham: I was french kissed by a man EVERY SINGLE DAY while I was at Eton. Jimmy shouldn’t be such a little bitch I wish Thomas made out with me instead. Mr. Bates kiss me

Mr. Bates: ???

#downton abbey #lord grantham #robert crawley #jimmy kent #jimmy #thomas barrow #hugh bonneville #this scene #lol

[hell0mega]

Anthony J. Crowley... A.J.C.... JC... Jesus Christ...

"it's just a J, really"

#now my headcanon is that he was like lol wouldn't it be funny if my middle name was Jesus #so when aziraphale asked what the J stands for that's why he's like...... uh..... nothing #Anthony j Crowley #good omens #crowley #gomens #mine #we already assume Jesus helped Crowley change his name from crawley #go meta

[nepacala]

#downton abbey #matthew crawley #mary crawley #pbs masterpiece #wedding #wife #singer #movies #tv #television #history #spanish #irish #lol #fashion #art #diy #food #landscape #illustration #vintage #design #typography

[whack-patty]

Today on; sneep snorp doesn't know Spanish

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#my art lol #whack patty's pats #sneep snorp #sing 2 #mr s #oh man there's like everybody in this one should i tag them all #sing ryan #sing nooshy #sing gunter #sing rosita #sing ash #sing johnny #sing miss crawley #sing clay calloway #clay calloway #sing meenah #sing buster #buster moon

[ohtobealady]

I LIVE FOR YOUR POSTS!!! I was wondering if you could do a story about Cora and Robert being at a ball/dinner and people either not realizing Cora is from America(they don’t know her) or they are judging her for being American and Robert gets PISSED!!! And/ or there’s a situation where the entire family sticks up for Cora being American lol. THANK YOU ❤️

I hope you like what I did with the prompt! I know it isn’t exact, but this screamed young!cobert to me :) thank you for the chance to Drabble it out xoxo

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She had heard them.

She hadn’t seen them, nor had they seen her as she’d maneuvered her way along the back wall. She’d slipped as quietly as she could from the ladies’ private area toward the party, pulling her skirts this way and that, squeezing past a pedestal with a too-large flower arrangement. No. They hadn’t noticed her, and so they hadn’t minced their words; she’d heard the group of gentlemen huddled besides the refreshments.

“Had anyone a clue Downton was in such dire straits?”

“No. But then desperate times do call for desperate measures.”

And in spite of her logical nature, Cora’s cheeks had burned there in the shadows.

Oh, she was no fool. She half-expected this, after all: the wide-eyed searching stares in the ballrooms of Robert’s youth. And why shouldn’t they ogle? She’d been the one to win him over. She’d been the one he’d married instead of their sisters and nieces and cousins who’d been flung at him year after year. And then, after only a few short months, Cora had been the one he’d asked.

Truth be told, up until now she’d been pleased with the attention. She was a Lady, a Viscountess. A wife. And her heart had tripled in size and beat along gaily in her breast as Robert had whirled her around the various dance floors this season, a collection of new tiaras sparkling in her hair.

But they’d managed to wake her from her dreaming. The four lords who’d stood at the table had indeed woken her from her naivety, the little innocence about the world that she somehow had smuggled through the threshold of womanhood: the belief that her mother was wrong, and people cared far less about her name, origins, and money than she said. But Cora saw now. Mother was not wrong. She was hardly ever wrong.

Their words—neither insult nor praise, but merely an observation—had taken off the blinkers she’d worn around her eyes, and her heart shrank and sunk into itself. She began to return to every evening in her mind, watching herself as if she were someone else. Did she play the part as she should? Did she behave as a Viscountess? Why was it now that they’d mention it if she had? Why would those men, who had known Robert for far longer than she had, feel the need to say she was the desperate measure? Desperate?

Oh. Oh, and while she knew he had been desperate for a savior, she hoped she didn’t make him seem desperate now. She hoped—hoped with every little fracture of her quickly breaking heart—that she did make make him appear desperate, but fortunate.

She hoped she didn’t embarrass him.

But the others? As she looked across the ballroom at her new English family, Cora didn’t care much about the others’ feelings. She didn’t care much for the feelings of her father-in-law who had contributed to the situation Robert’s family had found themselves in, needing her money. Nor did she care much about how much embarrassment she caused Mama, who had brought next to no money into the family at her own marriage. Why should she feel any shame about herself where Violet was concerned. And Rosamund, her husband’s barely younger sister who had married money just as Robert had, well she seemed perfectly content with the way everything had turned out.

But Robert. Cora watched him from the shadowy place she hid. His smiles, his nods, his happy little chortles of laughter into his champagne.

Dear Robert who loved his Downton more reverently and tenderly than one could love a parent or a child.

He deserved to be proud. And he deserved someone he could be proud of.

Cora, with her face still burning and exhaustion creeping into her joints, looked around her and went back along the way she came. Avoiding the men. Going back to Robert by an altogether roundabout way to spare herself—and the group of whispering men, too—any awkwardness at finding her there.

She managed to go back around. She managed to squeeze through two groups of people laughing together. And when she emerged into the candlelight of the party, he was there, on the other side of the ballroom, his round chin tilting upward with his champagne and his blue eyes twinkling when he spied her coming towards him.

She tried her best to return his smile.

“Seems as if Shrimpie did remember after all,” he said once she was at his side, returning to their earlier conversation she hardly remembered now. “A Benedict Griffith, apparently. I could’ve sworn his name was Leonard, but there you have it. Shrimpie’s memory has always been far better than my own.” She watched him narrow his gaze. “But don’t tell him I said that.”

She attempted a laugh at his joke, but she could not make it come. Instead there was only a small hum, and Robert peered down at her.

“What is it?”

Cora shook her head. “Nothing. Truly.”

“But it isn’t nothing.” Her heart fluttered at the way he leant down nearer to her. At the way he so easily read the expression she tried her best to hide. “Has Mama said something to you?”

“It wasn’t your mother,” she sighed. “And besides, she only tries to help.” And it was the truth. As much as Cora loathed to say it.

Robert was silent. He stared at her. Even as other couples rejoined the dance floor as another waltz was struck up, he blinked down at her.

“Someone has said something to you.”

Cora opened her mouth to protest, for they did not, but Robert spoke instead.

“Who was it? What have they said?”

“They didn’t know I was there,” she whispered at last, and she shook her head. “They didn’t mean to upset me. And … I don’t know … perhaps they’re right.”

“If someone has upset you, they aren’t right, Cora.”

She felt herself look up at him, searching him, sure her face gave away the truths she held in her heart. She felt as he gently took her gloved wrist in his fingers.

“Come now. It’s your first season as Lady Downton. You deserve to enjoy it.”

He was trying to cheer her. His small smirk and jump of his brows—it warmed her thoroughly and she felt her eyes water at the sincerity of it all. “But that’s just it.”

He pinched his brows. “What?”

“As Lady Downton—I’m a disappointment to you. Aren’t I?”

She watched as his brows dipped ever lower.

“What? Why would you think that you are?”

“Only—“ she looked away from him. She looked at the people spinning on the floor, at the ladies’ dresses swaying and at the men’s tails hitting at the back of their knees. She heard the gentle rumble of conversation around them. And she felt her chest grow tight. “—well, there are so many other English girls who would’ve married you in an instant. So many who wouldn’t have made it seem as if you—“ she lowered her voice. “After all, there are only so many reasons why an English lord might marry an American.”

Cora regretted it the moment she said it. She regretted it for she hadn’t cared the reason he married her. She didn’t care that he needed her money … that’s what it was meant for anyhow, wasn’t it? But she did care now that the pigments in which it painted him were an uncanny dollar-green. And she did care about the way he stiffened slightly before her now, the way he drew back from her, the way he closed his mouth tightly and then looked away. It all made her bitterly regret ever bringing it up.

“Robert—“ she began, but he stopped her.

“Perhaps.”

She looked at him. She waited for him to continue.

“Perhaps I did have that reason, but…” Cora felt the way his fingers moved from her wrist, and to her palm. “I hope I’m as little a disappointment to you as you are to me.” Here, he leaned closer still. “And I hope I can make you just as happy.”

Her heart now fluttering like a bird, Cora smiled in spite of the burn at her eyes, the sting at her nose. And she nodded as he took her once more out onto the dance floor, spinning her around again, her tiara twinkling in her hair…her hand in his.

#unedited #cobert #downton abbey #cora crawley #robert crawley #cobert drabbles #posting on mobile so reader beware lol

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

I'm hoping to start the next part of the we-dated-as-angels fic this weekend btw. I'm looking forward to writing Aziraphale seeing Crowley again for the first time, and as a demon

#it'll be much more convenient to write 'crawley' instead of the placeholder non-name I created lol #my fic

[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

Robert and Cora, Lord and Lady Grantham, for @abumperprize :D hope you enjoy!

#they r pretty cats 😌 kitties #Downton abbey #animal au #illustration #digital #art #my art #robert crawley #cora crawley #anthro #safe fur work #cat #corbert #lol I tried to give Robert the ‘stud jowls’ coz I think he’d be that sort of cat #like the upside down heart shape face yknow?