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doseofthreecuties · 10 months
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🄹🄾🄰🄽🄽🄴 🄸🄽 🄳🄰: 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴
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wild-lavender-rose · 2 years
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I’ve Got You (part 3)
Part 1, Part 2
Pairing: Thomas Barrow x fem!reader
Category: Hurt/Comfort
Summary: After revealing the reason behind why you married Thomas, you expect him to be angry. Instead, he cares for you as your condition worsens. 
Warning: Description of severe fatigue
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     “Help her, doctor.” 
     “I’m doing everything I can, Mr. Barrow.” A hand pressed against your neck, feeling for your pulse. “A sedative would allow her to get the rest she needs, however it would be most beneficial if she slept naturally.” 
     “She’s always screaming from the nightmares.” Thomas’s voice broke. 
     “Sedatives won’t stop the nightmares, she simply won’t wake up from them.” 
     “Thomas,” you opened your eyes, blinking against the afternoon sunlight. 
     “I’m here, darling. I’m here,” the bed dipped as Thomas sat beside you and held your hand. “You’re all right.” 
     “I gave you something to help with the pain.” Dr. Clarkson’s voice was especially soft. “But as I was telling your husband, the thing you need most is sleep.” 
     “No, I can’t. I won’t,” you gripped the sheets under you, finding them wet with sweat. 
     “Can’t you do something?” Thomas sounded desperate. “Please.” 
     “The human mind is a tricky thing. The best thing you can do right now is comfort her every time she wakes.” Dr. Clarkson rose. “It may help if she is able to talk through her nightmares as well.” 
     You pressed a hand over your face as tears of embarrassment stung your eyes. Why was this happening? Why was the doctor and Thomas in your room? If you had just been strong enough, then there would have been no need for a fuss. You were such an idiot. 
     “I’m here, darling.” Thomas’s voice drew you back to reality. 
     You moved your hand to see that Clarkson was gone and Thomas had taken his place. He was in his shirt sleeves, his muscular arms exposed up to his elbows. You reached out and touched his soft, warm skin, grounding yourself in his presence. “I’m sorry,” you breathed. 
     “Stop apologizing,” Thomas reached out and brushed a hand through your hair. “Just get better and we’ll call it even, alright?” 
     “Yes sir.” A ghost of a smile tainted your lips for a moment before fading. “I don’t want to sleep.” 
     “How can I help?” Thomas pressed a hand over yours. “I want to...I want to make it better.” 
     “Stay with me?” Your voice trembled at the request. “I know...I know it’s not real, but can I please pretend? Please, Thomas?” 
     “Sweetheart, you don’t understand.” He shifted closer and gripped your hand tighter. “I do love you.” 
     You stared at him. “What?” 
     “I love you with all that I am. With everything that I can...But I can’t love you as a husband, not a true one.” Thomas’s eyes filled with tears. “I wish I was different. I wish what was wrong with me could be fixed,” 
     “Stop it, stop it right now,” you released his hand and struggled to sit up, your forehead bumping against his. “There is nothing wrong with you. I swear it. There are,” you looked down, unable to continue while looking into his eyes. “There are different kinds of love, darling. What you have, and what I have isn’t wrong...It’s just different.” 
     The air was quiet and warm between the two of you. Thomas leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours as the pair of you looked down at your hands. “Are you happy?” He whispered. 
     “Yes, selfishly happy.” 
     “No,” Thomas pulled back and reached up to cup your face with both hands, coaxing your gaze to meet his. “Marrying me was the kindest thing you’ve ever done. You protect me every single day with my ring on your finger. You knew that I could never be a true husband, and you married me anyway. That’s not selfish, sweetheart. That’s everything.” 
     A tear slipped down your cheek, matching the one sliding down his. You smiled as Thomas pressed a kiss on your forehead, allowing him to guide your head back to the pillow. “Rest.” 
     You found his hand once more. “Stay.” 
     “Of course,” Thomas wiped his eyes and smiled back. “For as long as you need.” 
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DO YOU KNOW THIS CHARACTER?
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jurassicliz · 4 months
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No one told me Poseidon was Maggie Smith’s son!
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downtondownstairs · 3 months
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I know it is the Daily Fail but: WHAT????
If this is really true, I hope they have everyone back on board. The original series usually started read through in Jan/Feb and filming in February. Send out the ninjas I say! To find spoilers
I'm not entirely sure if I really want it back, because both movies weren't really my cup of tea. I loved some moments, I hated others. As long as they continue with Carson's retirement storyline and make him and Elsie their NORMAL selves again, I'm on board.
Also: I hope Thomas' movie storyline will not be made redundant.
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rosalyn51 · 6 months
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emcgoverns · 3 months
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elizabeth mcgovern as cora crawley, countess of grantham (with maggie smith as violet crawley, dowager countess of grantham & hugh bonneville as robert crawley, earl of grantham) in season 3, episode 9 of “downton abbey” (december 2012) | 🎥: dir. andy goddard
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just-two-blokes · 12 days
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Someone: 'Why do you like Thomas Barrow so much?'
Me: 'Well, he‘s the main character for a reason.'
Them: 'He isn‘t even the main character!'
Me: 'Looks like you‘re the only one with that opinion here.‘
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thomasbarrowmybeloved · 2 months
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They need to bring back the duke for the last movie for no other reason than it would be hilarious
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wild-lavender-rose · 2 years
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Tom Branson: “ i've got a survival kit in my car. let me go grab it. “
You: “Are you even equipped to deal with this?”
Tom: No, absolutely not. You need to see a doctor.”
For the prompt drabble thingy pretty please 🥺
Hey, anon! Thank you for your patience, I went and re-watched some Downton before writing this to get me re-energized for the character (it worked <3)
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"Tom!" You gasped, sinking down into the grass as the pain grew worse, a hand pressed to your bulging stomach. "Tom, it's coming, the baby's coming!"
"It's all right, darling. You're going to be all right," Tom's expression was one of barely concealed panic. "I've got a survival kit in the car. Let me go get it,"
"No, don't leave!" You grabbed his arm and yanked him down beside you with a strength neither he nor yourself knew you possessed. "Oh no, oh no," you tried to breathe, tried to ignore the fear pressing down on you from all sides. Why on earth had you convinced Tom that a picnic would be a good idea two weeks before the baby was due? Now you were miles away from help in the middle of a meadow with no one but your husband beside you.
"My darling, hold on," Tom held your hand with both of his. "We've got to get back to the car, I'm sorry but we must."
"Are you even equipped to deal with this?!" You asked, the pain clouding your thoughts.
Tom scoffed at this. "No, absolutely not. You need to see a doctor, now. Come on, my love. Just hold on."
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vox-anglosphere · 4 months
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Downton Abbey's grandest dame
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Perfectly cast, Maggie Smith stole every scene as the matriarch of Downton Abbey in this beloved, long-running, TV period drama.
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velvet4510 · 2 days
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oceano-de-letras · 1 year
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"El amor, es darle el poder para herirte a alguien, y que no lo haga."
Arrow.
Downton Abbey.
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rhaenella · 9 months
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Ed Speleers' facial expressions masterclass: the 'charming and cute as hell' smile
“And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.”  – Suzanne Collins
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