chaos of gomorrah

I can’t pretend that all is well, it’s like I’m haunted by a ghost, there are times I cannot speak your name, for the catching in my throat / ( praise the water under bridges, praise the time we say we’ll heal, praise the fonder that still grows on the absent heart and fields, praise be to this pain these days, it’s all I seem to feel )

(Source: elsie-hughes)

downton abbey

mary crawley

matthew crawley

downtonians

sometimes i make matthew/mary things too!

my graphics

i'm p sure this one won out over the coloured version when i polled everyone so

so we'll live with this one

this song doesn't actually work in context but it's all i've been listening to for the past few days so

s o

downton abbey

sophie mcshera

my graphics

like wow be more adorable

i don't want to talk about any of this

that bottom one what are you doing

i could have easily made the pics into just about your face but

self control

se l f con tr o l

au with a modern downstairs

au where phyllis logan wears different fabrics

(only never)

au where this isn't my life

my graphics

i know you have spirit, m’lady. that’s what counts. that’s all that counts in the end.

for carson/mary + red

opted not to do a picspam because i feel like i've used all the caps before but

i needed to do ~something

priority relationship

perfect relationship

not sure how much i like this

but we'll get back into step sooner or later

this show is about the ladies

He is thinking of a different night, one long ago when his bones were lighter and he smiled more freely and hers were not as small. It comes to him, as most memories do nowadays, in a blur of feelings and images. He strings them together as best he can. Night air and kindling burned into his jacket, her face still seeming orange in the dark, still illuminated by the firebreather. It had been at the fair, with all its noise and cauldron of people, feelings, emotions bubbling between carnival games and bright lights. It was the sort of affair he had been careful even then, especially then, to stay away from. It was too much, he had always thought, like a past life. In the evening dark all the faces looked too familiar and all the grounds spread out like one infinite stage.

i tried something else it didn't work and so we're back to silhouettes sorry

i'll do colour etc requests soon

though you're always free to make requests

then we don't end up with this shit

(but i can’t tell you that, can i?) | a fanmix for thomas barrow and elsie hughes

i. uprooted - the antlers | ii. things you shouldn’t do - margot and the nuclear so & so’s | iii. in the night - basia bulat | iv. not what you think it is - dan mangan | v. medicine - daughter | vi. firewood - regina spektor | vii. adventures in solitude - the new pornographers | viii. a little hell - radical face

fanmix

lol really awful and lazy things

but shh let me drown in this while it's still a thing

these songs don't even go together as nicely as i want them to but

okay the main attraction is ''firewood''

because all sorts of feelings post-cancer scare feelings perfect elsie pov feelings everything

things you shouldn't do my fucking thomas song

and wow thanks a lot for the medicine feels tumblr user mimaveil this whole thing is your fault tbh

the rest of this is less important mb

ignore the maybe romantic subtext in not what you think it is obviously

blah blah feelings blah blah okay i'm done i'm done

AU MEME: CLASS SWAP, THE LORD AND HIS HEIR

LORD CARSON: At this point, I don’t care who he picks, he just needs to find a lady.
LADY CARSON: Don’t care? You still find faults in my pedigree.
LORD CARSON: I didn’t mean -
LADY CARSON: Oh no, I’m sure you meant to phrase inferiority in the kindest of ways. You always were such a charmer.
LORD CARSON: But you aren’t worried about him?
LADY CARSON: I am worried, Charles, but I’m quite sure that’s what mothers do.