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Life IS Downton Abbey... and a few bits and bobs ^_^

UGH

fantasyfan4ever:

I haven’t seen the new episode today, and I just read a spoiler on the official facebook page. 

Don’t tell them anything!

(Source: jorahborealis, via edithnapier)

shana-rosee:

piperholmes:

“Come on!” Sybil begged from the other side of the dressing room door.
Tom shifted uncomfortable, tugging at the snowy cravat.  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” He winced as his voice broke on the word good.
He heard her laugh.  “Yes, now get out here.  You promised.”
Squaring his shoulders, and taking a deep breath, he threw open the door dramatically.
Sybil’s laughter burst out of her as she clapped her hands delightedly.  Taking in his plush dressing gown and walking stick, her eyes widened with glee.  “Why, Lord Branson, whatever are you doing in my room?” she giggled, blinking coquettishly from the bed. 
Playing along, Tom propped his hand on his hip, striking as imperious a pose as he could muster, his face stern and unflinching. “Well, maiden, I am Lord over this manor, and I go where I want.”
Sybil had to bite her lip.  “But surely that cannot include the bedchamber of a young unmarried woman.”
Tom twirled his cane once, then sauntered to the bed. His face remained stoic, his eye blazing intensely as he reached out to grab her soft hand.  He lightly caressed the gold band on her finger.
He raised his eyebrow, “It seems the maiden isn’t as innocent as she protests.”
Sybil pressed her lips together, a coy smile forming as she reached out, her hand gliding dangerously close to a rather sensitive area on Tom’s body before she grabbed the walking stick.
Her tug surprised him, sending him forward onto to bed, onto her, though he managed to catch himself enough, mindful of the baby in her belly.  The pair gazed at each other hungrily before scrambling to strip each other bare.  In her haste, Sybil tossed the walking stick to the side, sending it careening across the room, and unfortunately into a side table, knocking a vase over.
The loud crash echoed around the room, a veritable cannon in the quiet. 
They froze.
They waited.
An urgent knock.
Tom scrambled to pull the rob back on, nearly tripping over his feet to get to the door before someone opened it and found his wife in her undressed state.
Ignoring her snickering, he tugged open the door enough to see who was there.
“Everything alright Mr. Branson?” Mr. Carson’s booming voice inquired.
The elderly butler’s eyes went wide, and Tom felt his ears go red when he realized his cravat was now twisted wildly about his neck.
Adopting an air of the character his wife had sneakily tricked him into playing, he ignored it, “Of course Mr. Carson. Everything is just fine.”
“Only I was passing by and heard a great cra…is that his Lordship’s robe?”
“No.”
Tom shut the door.

*DIES* OMG YES!! This is totally head-canon for me now.

shana-rosee:

piperholmes:

“Come on!” Sybil begged from the other side of the dressing room door.

Tom shifted uncomfortable, tugging at the snowy cravat.  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” He winced as his voice broke on the word good.

He heard her laugh.  “Yes, now get out here.  You promised.”

Squaring his shoulders, and taking a deep breath, he threw open the door dramatically.

Sybil’s laughter burst out of her as she clapped her hands delightedly.  Taking in his plush dressing gown and walking stick, her eyes widened with glee.  “Why, Lord Branson, whatever are you doing in my room?” she giggled, blinking coquettishly from the bed. 

Playing along, Tom propped his hand on his hip, striking as imperious a pose as he could muster, his face stern and unflinching. “Well, maiden, I am Lord over this manor, and I go where I want.”

Sybil had to bite her lip.  “But surely that cannot include the bedchamber of a young unmarried woman.”

Tom twirled his cane once, then sauntered to the bed. His face remained stoic, his eye blazing intensely as he reached out to grab her soft hand.  He lightly caressed the gold band on her finger.

He raised his eyebrow, “It seems the maiden isn’t as innocent as she protests.”

Sybil pressed her lips together, a coy smile forming as she reached out, her hand gliding dangerously close to a rather sensitive area on Tom’s body before she grabbed the walking stick.

Her tug surprised him, sending him forward onto to bed, onto her, though he managed to catch himself enough, mindful of the baby in her belly.  The pair gazed at each other hungrily before scrambling to strip each other bare.  In her haste, Sybil tossed the walking stick to the side, sending it careening across the room, and unfortunately into a side table, knocking a vase over.

The loud crash echoed around the room, a veritable cannon in the quiet. 

They froze.

They waited.

An urgent knock.

Tom scrambled to pull the rob back on, nearly tripping over his feet to get to the door before someone opened it and found his wife in her undressed state.

Ignoring her snickering, he tugged open the door enough to see who was there.

“Everything alright Mr. Branson?” Mr. Carson’s booming voice inquired.

The elderly butler’s eyes went wide, and Tom felt his ears go red when he realized his cravat was now twisted wildly about his neck.

Adopting an air of the character his wife had sneakily tricked him into playing, he ignored it, “Of course Mr. Carson. Everything is just fine.”

“Only I was passing by and heard a great cra…is that his Lordship’s robe?”

“No.”

Tom shut the door.

*DIES* OMG YES!! This is totally head-canon for me now.

(Source: wholia87)

k-iamironman:

singingoah:

apocalyptictacolord:

thoooooooooooooor:


#trying to get my ship to be canon #come on ship #lets go

Unpopular Ship?

Unknown ship:

Trying to get other people to ship your ship:

Ship remains non-canon?

Ship remains non-canon part 2:

You ALMOST Ship something:

Someone ships something you don’t ship?

Someone insults your ship:

Ship becomes canon:

What is the conclusion?  Jack Sparrow is a Shipper.

No, Jack Sparrow is the entity of “shipping”.

When someone shoots your ship down:


that’s CAPTAIN* Jack Sparrow to you

k-iamironman:

singingoah:

apocalyptictacolord:

thoooooooooooooor:

#trying to get my ship to be canon #come on ship #lets go

Unpopular Ship?

Unknown ship:

Trying to get other people to ship your ship:

Ship remains non-canon?

Ship remains non-canon part 2:

You ALMOST Ship something:

Someone ships something you don’t ship?

Someone insults your ship:

Ship becomes canon:

What is the conclusion?  Jack Sparrow is a Shipper.

No, Jack Sparrow is the entity of “shipping”.

When someone shoots your ship down:

image

that’s CAPTAIN* Jack Sparrow to you

(Source: themagicofvenice, via kingarthurswife)

peachdreamsandperseus:

webbofclara:

deadtom:

Flop.gif

I laughed quite loudly at this moment.

Now all we need is for someone to put ‘DEAD’ over it…
No but seriously… this moment felt like old!Downton.
Which is good.

peachdreamsandperseus:

webbofclara:

deadtom:

Flop.gif

I laughed quite loudly at this moment.

Now all we need is for someone to put ‘DEAD’ over it…

No but seriously… this moment felt like old!Downton.

Which is good.

abernathyed:

the-krusty-crew:

a very polite milk carton

#it must be canadian

Canadian milk comes in bags yo! Unless it’s like lactose free milk or some other shit… like almond milk… -_-

abernathyed:

the-krusty-crew:

a very polite milk carton

#it must be canadian

Canadian milk comes in bags yo! Unless it’s like lactose free milk or some other shit… like almond milk… -_-

(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via sammymckay)

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earthfolk:

Because you don’t want to sound neolithic when you’re throwing a temper tantrum. 

earthfolk:

Because you don’t want to sound neolithic when you’re throwing a temper tantrum. 

(Source: aliceilluminated, via pabloghoney)

Best of Mrs. Patmore S3 

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su-o:

Allen Leech

X

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“The sweetest spirit under this roof..”

“The sweetest spirit under this roof..”

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alfred-nugent:

Charles Carson

His Imagination vs. Reality

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ablogwithaview:

Okay, calm.

ablogwithaview:

Okay, calm.

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