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hey i remembered my login lmao

#( ;; bunny leave me alone every 6 months challenge LSKDJGHSKDG. )#⸤╰☼⁀゜ooc . — hi i'm katherine and i have a real dan problem . ⸥

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me watching downton abbey w @telegion ;

matthew crawley owns my soul he’s so Fucking SWEET,, CUTE BAB,,,

#( ;; casually reblogs this on matthew after not being here for a YEAR ASKJLFH . )#⸤╰☼⁀゜ooc . — hi i'm katherine and i have a real dan problem . ⸥

birdsfed-blog

it isn’t your fault, of course . you’ll forget because you just can’t help it . there never was a human being that remembered after the age of one — at the very latest — except , of course , her . but why can she remember and not us ?

a-a-a-h ! she’s different . she’s the great exception .

#( ;; i copied matthew's theme for her . SO DON'T SAY IMMA THIEF . )#⸤╰☼⁀゜self pro . — we must brush up on our powers of fascination . ⸥

barrowtm

lawyeir

barrowtm‌

no man is an island, carson. not even thomas barrow.

indie, selective thomas barrow from downton abbey. adored by bunny. mutuals only, please.

#( ;; I LOVE YOU AND YOU'RE BACK I LOVE YOU EVERYONE FOLLOW . )#⸤╰☼⁀゜promos . — i won't let them change me . ⸥

telegion

eveWrybody inE here keeAps sayinRg that iE’m sane . G what ifO they’re wDrong ? c n i go h me now ?

#( ;; i'm stupid and i'm here .#;; hi love me on not-matthew too sadljkh . )#⸤╰☼⁀゜self pro . — we must brush up on our powers of fascination . ⸥

matthew crawley inheriting downton:

#( ;; listen yes i did post this to my other blog .#;; but it works here TOO . )#⸤╰☼⁀゜ooc . — hi i'm katherine and i have a real dan problem . ⸥

miserytold‌

❛ it’s anya , just anya . no last name , no past . ❜ her brutality was unusual in london , it seemed to be something that had gotten her into a spot of trouble but anya supposed that growing up in an overloaded orphanage did that to a young woman . ❛ and this is pooka , ❜ she said , holding up the small mutt of a dog she had adopted .

“ @lawyeir .

his eyes lingered on the dog at first , the little wet nose , the long hair . it made matthew smile : animals always had a way of making him smile . then he looked back to her anya , she said her name was . abrupt , short , no last name . but no past : that wasn’t something one mentioned simply in passing , or in first meet to a stranger , and it struck a chord with him he couldn’t shake . ❝ well , anya , i am pleased to meet you . and pooka , here . are you lost ? ❞

#miserytold #⸤╰♔⁀゜postlude . — do not stand at my grave and cry ; i did not die . ⸥

ofdownton‌

Lavinia looked over at him and chuckled quietly before shaking her head at his words. He was a kind and loving man and it was this very moment that reminded her of why she fell in love with him. Matthew was exactly the kind of man she had only dreamt of marrying. Their lives together would be filled with nothing but happiness, of laughter… She couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life with someone who was putting her needs above his own and above her persistence for him not to. “ Is this a glimpse of what our future will be like together as husband and wife? Of us arguing with each other even after I forbid you from doing something against my wishes? ” It was obvious in the way she was speaking that Lavinia was only teasing. She loved the way he cared about her, of how he looked after her and never left her side. “ I am sorry for giving everyone such a scare, truly. I know it’s silly for me to apologize for something like that as if I had control over my own health, but it was very nice to see your family worry about me through the worst of it. It makes me happy that they will welcome me into the family. They are lovely people, Matthew. “

@lawyeir

❝ it means a great deal to me to hear you say that . truly , it does . ❞ it did . he wouldn’t lie to her : not easily , and not ever , truly . when he had first met lavinia , he had been taken . the very moment he had lain eyes on her had been the moment he knew he wanted to know her better . he wasn’t thinking , back in london , of what the family would think of her , of what anyone would see in her in fact , he hadn’t even thought of what his mother might think of her ( though she was the first whose approval he finally thought of when the time came , just as she would always be ) . but the abbey was his home , and if lavinia were ever to live here peacefully , she would need to be on good terms with everyone . luckily , he need not worry about it too much anyways . she was a likeable girl : he knew better than anyone . they would all come to love her , just as he loved her . ❝ what you endured was simply proof to the rest of them that you are a very strong woman . ❞ he leaned forward and , with a grin , pressed a kiss to her hair . ❝ but you must promise me that you’ll never scare us like that again . i will not be losing you . and you know how stubborn i am . ❞

#ofdownton #( ;; WE'RE GETTING THERE WE'RE GETTING ON . )#⸤╰♔⁀゜season two . — i have nothing to give and nothing to share . ⸥

evelynnapier

lawyeir

evelynnapier‌

♔ downton abbey meme→ four otps [4/4]

#( ;; full offense but i love how sweet they are on each other okay . )#⸤╰♡⁀゜lavinia . — of course i’m here ; where else would i be ? ⸥#⸤╰♔⁀゜lavinia . — but i can't be happy ; not without you . ⸥#⸤╰♔⁀゜matthew . — i am the cat that walks by himself . ⸥

kiissme‌

Have I seen you around before?

For the first time it what felt like hours, she found a reason to look up from the notebook she had been scribbling and organizing since she first sat down. Leaning back in what she had deemed the most uncomfortable chair in all existence, she tilted her head and looked at the man a moment. Eyeing him from head to toe, even. “If you’re seriously askin’…” she started, her accent shining through. “…then maybe.” She gestures toward her desk, with a notebook and several scribbled notes of paper scattered throughout. “I’ve been kinda…camped out here if I’m honest. Though I can’t say I’ve seen you ━ been a bit too busy to notice other people which is new for me. And…” She gave a shrug, leaning further back to drape her leg over the other, “If you were tryin’ to hit on me with a line… Come on, you’re cute, you can do better than that. I’ll give you a second chance to wow me with a better line than ‘have I seen you around before’ if you want.”

well , he was telling the not - so - remarkable truth about it when he had said it : she truly looked familiar , and it was that , and only that which , it seemed , might not have been a very good sole point to go on , given the personality he was quickly deciphering , which had pushed him to speak to her . somehow , speaking to someone who looked familiar made him feel a lot more comfortable than speaking to someone who looked a stranger . but …. ❝ no , i’m not ❞ trying to pick her up with a line ! that took him a second , and it struck him as so amusing to him that he gaped for a moment , lips threatening to curl into a grin , and then began to laugh softly . ❝ no , that wasn’t a pickup line , sorry . i really thought i’d seen you around before . ❞ but her accent was interesting , and maybe he liked it because he had a close friend who sported irish and hers only reminded him a bit of him , but it piqued his interest nonetheless . he stepped closer , looking over her work space , then at her . ❝ actually , i’m glad you don’t recognise me . it means i don’t have to worry whether you’ve spotted me doing anything embarrassing . ❞ which he had , sometimes : once , he’d dropped all his books on his way out of the library . actually , more than once . closer to six times .

#kiissme #( ;; HE'S NOT A STALKER HE'S A MAN CAN YOU BLAME HIM . )

telegion

lawyeir

telegion‌

MY LOVE IS VENGEANCE ; THAT’S NEVER FREE .

pretty & loved by waffle .

#( ;; i'm lurking on david's dash bc my cramps are rendering me useless hi . xox )#⸤╰☼⁀゜self pro . — we must brush up on our powers of fascination . ⸥

' ------------ it is the fever playing tricks on you . save what little strength you still possess and rest . '

no , no , no . this was no fever playing tricks on him though he wouldn’t know about it , his mind felt so muddled as it was with the morphine . he had only been awake several times , none of which had yielded him any result when it came to his back . neither did they yield such a situation as this : someone , his mirror , looking right back at him . he swore he was looking at himself . it could have been the fever , as awful as it was . pounding in his head , making him want to turn and shut his eyes and never wake up again .

❝ fever … ❞ his throat still hurt him , even with the water he’d had . ❝ … you look exactly like me . ❞

#learnedskill #( ;; ... A . A TWIN !! )#⸤╰♔⁀゜messages . — they want to change our lives . ⸥#⸤╰♔⁀゜season two . — i have nothing to give and nothing to share . ⸥

wastrident

lawyeir

damstevens‌

Matthew Crawley + sexual innuendos.

#( ;; i love making gifs because i have the power to make sets like THIS . )#⸤╰♔⁀゜matthew . — i am the cat that walks by himself . ⸥#⸤╰♔⁀゜mannerisms . — by turning me into one of his own kind . ⸥

ofnxbility‌

・ﾟ’ ｡・* closed x @lawyeir

as the months passed, mary had become quite fond of the apartment, despite being able to fit in grantham house twice. perhaps the toned down of city traffic sounds, or the way the sun would hit the curtains of the master bedroom at the same time every morning… or perhaps the sheer knowledge the belongings and a particular scent of aftershave and cedar bookshelves could only belong to one person. phasing in and out of hazed hypnagogia, she’d lay lazily upon lounge draped in a modest floral silk dressing gown, and summer night dress to match. calmly, waiting patiently to discern the sound of a vehicle turning into a carport between the chatter and phony laughter of some tv show. just like clock work.

and just like clockwork , his day passed , just like that ; though today had been long , and had worn down through his skin to his bones . when he hauled himself from the car , it was with a heaviness only a full work day could force of him . with his case in hand , he sidled through the door and dragged himself through to their shared space . he had nothing in mind to do except for one , the only reason he looked forward to coming home quite so much as he did , and that was , simply , to come to mary’s side and lie with her , and nothing but that for all it implied . he said nothing as he came into the room , but set down his suitcase and shed his jacket , making his way to where she lay and carefully nudging a spot where he could cram himself in beside , draping an arm around her waist and resting his chin atop her head . no words , but work grogginess had him pressed affectionately .

#ofnxbility #( ;; i said i would do SOMETHING okay . also i need a tag yet . )

‘ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ‘

a compliment from mary was a compliment of the highest honour . to hear how she enjoyed his words was to propel it all above the clouds . it brought the greatest grin to his face , wrinkling his nose and touching his eyes to the point where he had to look away , lest she begin to loathe the very concept of it . he’s , he built her palaces out of paragraphs . and so he reached over to set his palm on her thigh , tilting his head and running a thumb along the fabric of her dress . ❝ i may have built you palaces with paragraphs , my darling , but i will build you countries out of chapters . the world will be our novel before we leave this world . ❞

@ofnxbility / hamilton starter sentences.

#ofnxbility #( ;; gross . )#⸤╰♔⁀゜messages . — they want to change our lives . ⸥#⸤╰♔⁀゜season three . — middle class have their virtues ; husbandry is one . ⸥

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