The way your eyebrow becomes clearer in the center, is so charming … and eyes the color of the sea? And the rosy mouth? And those hands so well made?
omg.. his lips!.. so kissable.. mmmmm.. sorry had a moment there.
mimijag asked: HELLO, BEAUTIFUL PERSON ♡ ONCE YOU GET THIS, YOU MUST SHARE FIVE RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF, AND THEN PASS THIS ONTO YOUR TEN FAVORITE FOLLOWERS ♡
Thank you, Mimi!!
1. I’m watching the Kelly Clarkson Christmas special while making my Christmas manips.. its def helping :)
2. I’m obsessed with her song “Underneath the Tree” but just realized I’ve been singing some lyrics wrong. instead of singing “Snow is falling as the carolers sing” I’ve been singing “snow is falling its a capitol scene”.. don’t ask me why.. that’s what it sounded like ok.
3. I plan to knock out all my Christmas shopping this weekend.
4. I should be going to bed now but I’m not tired yet.
5. I thought it was Thursday all day.
There was enough about their relationship to cause pain and heartache. It was unheard of, it was obscene, it was ridiculous, it was insulting; a lady not just falling in love with a servant but to have the indecency to actually marry him. And a servant, so arrogant and insolent, actually expecting her to.
Always on the brink of rejection from both sides, walking a fine line, exposed in no man’s land.
They were poor and overworked. A war brewing beneath their feet, with real casualties and dangers.
Yet they were together, best friends and lovers, two halves. And as sadness and trials and frustration and fear and uncertainty swirled about them, a deep, contented happiness pervaded them, cocooning their hearts together—a metamorphosis that shone from their faces. Two people united soul to soul.
They loved each other. They needed each other. They were each other.
And it was impossible to hide it.
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everyone’s at the dentist
No, but seriously, don’t people know you’re supposed to tell the world about that shit? What if something bad happens?!
Oh God, what if something bad happens and they try to piece together what happened or what led up to that and they check my tumblr?!?!??!
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everyone’s at the dentist
the ever expressive, Allen Leech
He’s nothin but a big kid and I love it!!
This is my Christmas gift to the flawless skinnycat77. Such a sweetheart and such a supportive reader!
It’s a response to a prompt of Beautiful Collisions S/T dealing with jealousy amongst their arrangement. She also requested a bit of smut. If you want to know how much I adore her…well…I’m calling it smut. Unapologetically so.
I will say, this also kind of explores a question a few of you have brought up, that being: Who is Tom’s Jonathan Ashford? Well…
She saw him. In fact, she had been watching him all night. From the time he had told her he wasn’t planning on attending Jonathan’s birthday party, Sybil watched from her window, looking out onto the garage just waiting for her best friend to tell her that he had changed his mind and would now accompany her to the dinner. She saw no stirring, only a few light changes occurring up in the loft. And when she and her family left for the party, Tom had still not responded to Sybil’s text messages, ones where she resorted to asking him if he wanted to come up to her room later in hopes of mollifying their tension.
Later, Sybil thanked her mother’s headache, because it allowed everyone to return home early and continue watching, this time seeing much more than she’d like to, or rather, allowing her mind to run wild with ideas to accompany the vision before her of her best friend getting into his car with a girl and driving off.
She was fuming, and as she went for her door, ready to march down to the garage to confront him on his return, Sybil looked down and found that she had not yet changed out of her gown from the party. Now, she wondered if she should, or if the sight of it, plum and tight and knee length, would infuriate him even more, making him just as incensed as she was now.
A few minutes later, in a pair of ripped jeans and a simple slouchy shirt that nearly fell off her freckled shoulders, Sybil ran down to the garage, finding she was right on time as she had only just jumped up onto the workbench as he pulled in.
The headlights were turned off, but the engine continued to purr, ticking as it began to acclimate to the temperature of the night and cool down. As Tom got out, he saw Sybil, and merely shook his head in her direction, telling his best friend he didn’t want a fight. All the same, he stepped toward her, practically encouraging her to react in the way that she did.
“Who the fuck was that?” Sybil demanded, as she allowed her shoes to meet the gravel below once more. “Who was that, Tom?”
Always calm, Tom merely shut his car door behind him, interrupting the otherwise peaceful springtime night. He laughed and wiped at his mouth, doing so because he was amused, but also because he knew that beyond it all, Sybil secretly found his well executed arrogance to be somewhat of a turn on.
“Marci,” he said simply. “You know her.”
“Yeah, I do,” Sybil spat with arms crossed over her chest tightly. “Did you fuck her?”
Tom laughed, but then, very seriously he looked to Sybil. “Oh, yeah,” he let out casually. “Several times.”
OMG!!!! I don’t even have words for how good this is…
I bet Sybil hates it when Tom pulls out the “puppy dog” look ;)
LOL! She tries to be stern, she tries so hard, but then he just gives her that look…and she melts and groans and rolls her eyes and says “FINE!” and he grins ;o)
"I bet Sybil hates it when Tom pulls out"
elleisforlovee asked: HELLO, BEAUTIFUL PERSON ♡ ONCE YOU GET THIS, YOU MUST SHARE FIVE RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF, AND THEN PASS THIS ONTO YOUR TEN FAVORITE FOLLOWERS ♡
1. I passed out right after Jimmy Fallon started, so I missed MDocks.
2. I complained about it being 80’ yesterday only to wake up to 40’ weather. WTF!
3. I watch The Today Show every weekday morning.
4. I keep my Christmas lights on all night.
5. When I was young I used to lay face up under the Christmas tree for hours just watching the lights.
"She has your eyes," Sybil whispered.
Tom smiled, holding both his girls close. “And your lips,” he said, still in awe of the tiny life between them.
"I think she has my mother’s ears," Sybil continued, cataloging each feature.
"Thank goodness," Tom laughed. "The Branson ears are too big for a little one like her."
Sybil smirked as her fingers reached over his arm to delicately trace the outline of her daughter’s ear. “Can you believe she’s ours?” Sybil asked, her voice growing soft, reverent.
"A little you and a little me," Tom said, his own voice tender. "She’s perfect."
He felt Sybil’s breathing catch, heard a soft sniffle.
"What is it love?"
She snuggled closer to him, her ear resting just above his heart.
"We’ve been so alone," Sybil answered, her words catching, sticking to the emotions in her throat. "You and me, always fighting for our place, scrutinized, judged, threatened, mocked…it…it hasn’t been easy."
Tom pressed her closer, watching their newborn daughter wiggle her impossible small fingers closer to her face before settling back down into sleep.
"I look at her, and I know I’d do it all again. I’d endure every snide word, every raised eyebrow, every tear…she really is a little you and a little me and I couldn’t be any more in love with her." Sybil raised her head to look him in the eyes. "She’s us, she comes from our love. She’ll love us and she won’t care who you are and who I am because we’ll just be her mother and father."
Tom’s smile grew, an excitement building. “And we’ll teach her to see people not types.”
Sybil nodded, her eyes bright. “And I’ll never make her wear a corset.”
Tom laughed. “And I’ll teach her to drive a car so she’ll never have to depend on anyone to get where she wants to go.”
"And she’ll be educated. Not by some silly governess and not how to embroider or curtsy but about history and art and politics and science."
"And even if she decided she hates it all and wants to go her own way we’ll love her, won’t we Sybil?"
Sybil’s head fell back to his chest, her gaze firmly on her child, their child. “Yes. We’ll love her, and support her…no matter what.”
"No matter what," Tom echoed, his lips moving to rest against her hair, sealing the promise just as he did on their wedding day.
"Because she’s us, she’s her and she’s ours."
I love this :) oh why can’t the S/T shippers be in charge of downton then it would be better
shana-rosee asked: HELLO, BEAUTIFUL PERSON ♡ ONCE YOU GET THIS, YOU MUST SHARE FIVE RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF, AND THEN PASS THIS ONTO YOUR TEN FAVORITE FOLLOWERS ♡
1. It’s been 80’ here and its ruining my Christmas spirit.
2. I am looking forward to watching MDocks on Jimmy Fallon tonight.
3. I wish I were in NYC right now.
4. I had Chinese for lunch and I think I ate too much.
5. Ive got that new Kelly Clarkson song Underneath the Tree stuck in my head, not complaining.
“How are things with Colin?”
Nikki looked up from behind her paper cup, her eyes narrowing. “He didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?” Sybil asked, all too innocently.
“We broke up. Or, rather, he fucked some girl and I called it off.”
“No!” Sybil said. “You’re kidding…”
“I wish I was. We were good together…until we weren’t.”
“Nik, I am so sorry. I had no idea…”
Nikki shrugged and put her cup down. “Nobody did. I mean, whatever, I’m over it. There’s so many boys like Colin in the world.”
“You’re not hurt?”
“I was. But then I bought myself a bottle of vodka and a pint of ice cream and got over it really quickly. The breakup helped me lose five pounds. And really, he’s not worth my time.”
“I really didn’t know, Nik. He hasn’t said a thing.”
“Why would he? He’s in love with you.”
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This is soo pretty..