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such-g00d-luck · 1 month
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you know it hits hard
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elorrabean · 1 year
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Downton Abbey and Onion Headlines: Downstairs Edition
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skatingthinandice · 9 months
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Raquel Cassidy and Kevin Doyle as Phyllis Baxter and Joseph Molesley in DOWNTON ABBEY: A NEW ERA (2022) dir. Simon Curtis
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velvet4510 · 2 months
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politicallydreadful · 4 months
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mrburnsnuclearpussy · 3 months
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Carsons unnecessary beef with Moseley
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downton-bridgerton · 1 year
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DOWNTON ABBEY + Barbie Posters (3/3)
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angelswing236 · 7 months
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"Give me that, before anything happens."
Fictober 2023
Category: Fanfiction
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Mrs Hughes could hear the commotion in the kitchen long before she saw it.
‘What do think you’re doing, Mr Molesley?’ came Mrs Patmore’s strident voice. ‘Have you taken leave of your senses?’
‘I have not! I am showing these good people, demononstrating if you will, Mrs Patermore, Mrs Matpore, Mrs Patmore, the proper way to de-cork a bottle of champagne,’ Mr Molesley replied with a certain level of inebriated yet dignified decorum. ‘You do it… with a sword!’
‘Aye, well, that’s all well and good, but that’s a bottle of ginger beer you’re holding, not champagne, and that’s one of my de-boning knives you’re waving about, not a sword!’ Mrs Patmore pointed out, all no-nonsense, long-suffering, unimpressed Yorkshire woman. ‘And the only thing you’re demonstrating is how to cut your hand off in one swift move, you silly man!’
Mrs Hughes descended the last step and paused for a moment, girding her loins to deal with this situation. With Mr Carson, Miss Swire and her ladyship all coming down with the Spanish flu tonight, this was the last thing she needed.
‘What in heaven’s name is going on in here?’ she asked in her best authoritative voice as she swept into the kitchen.
A gaggle of maids, footmen and hall boys stood giggling and smirking around the servants’ hall as Mr Molesley held court near the head of the table, a bottle of ginger beer in one hand, the de-boning knife in his other, the razor-sharp blade resting against the cork in the bottle.
His face lit up at the sight of her. ‘Mrs Hughes! Ah, now, you are a woman of the world! I know you’ve been around a fair bit -‘
‘I beg your pardon!’ Mrs Hughes barked, shooting a quelling glare at a tittering hall boy.
‘I mean that in an entirely respectabubble way, of course,’ Mr Molesley said anxiously, his face falling as he belatedly realised he may have inadvertently caused offence.
Mrs Hughes fixed him with a look and held out her hand. ‘Give me that knife, please. Now.’
‘He won’t listen,’ Thomas said, sitting on the other side of Molesley, calmly smoking a cigarette, tapping the ash off. ‘Me and Mrs Patmore have both tried to reason with him.’
‘He will if he knows what’s good for him,’ Mrs Hughes replied, ominously. ‘Mr Molesley, I really must insist.’
‘What I mean is you know about different customs; you’ll appreciate this,’ Mr Molesley continued, oblivious to the warning in Mrs Hughes’ voice.
‘Give me that, before anything happens,’ Mrs Hughes repeated, holding out her hand.
Instead, Mr Molesley addressed the room, ready to perform for his audience. ‘I am about to execute a trick of the high-hic-highest calibre! Behold the champagne and sword de-corking!’
With that, he slashed the knife quickly up the neck of the bottle, yelping and dropping the bottle as he succeeded only in slicing open the top of his middle finger.
Ginger beer foamed from the sturdy but cracked glass bottle as blood gushed from Mr Molesley’s finger, the two mixing together in an unholy reddish mess.
He stared at the blood as if puzzled by what it was and how it got there and then turned sheet white, his eyes rolling around towards the housekeeper.
‘Do you know, I don’t feel terribly well, Mrs Hughes,’ he mumbled, the knife tumbling from his hand as he closed his eyes and crumpled towards the floor, caught at the last minute by Thomas springing from his chair and Stephen, one of the taller hall boys.
Another hall boy gingerly picked up the bloodied de-boning knife and put it on the table as Mr Molesley lolled unconscious between Thomas and Stephen, bleeding everywhere.
‘I told him that knife were sharp,’ Mrs Patmore observed, coming up beside Mrs Hughes, looking at the tableau in front of her in disdain. ‘Is the doctor still here? Happen we’ll need him to bandage up D’Artagnan over there.’
Mrs Hughes sighed. ‘God save me from men who can’t hold their liquor and their ideas of grandeur.’
Next to her, Mrs Patmore snorted. ‘Like that will ever happen. Even the Almighty hasn’t got that kind of time on his hands.’
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ilovemushystuff · 2 years
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🥰💘🥰
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multifandomfix · 11 months
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How They Cuddle (Downton Abbey Preference)
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Cora Crawley: Cora adores cuddles and loves to be close. She loves your warmth and will snuggle in so close you’re not quite sure where you end and she begins.
Edith Crawley: Edith is more of a distant cuddler. She doesn’t need to be really close, but likes to be touching you in some way, whether that’s holding your hand as you sleep, or having her arm over you.
Elsie Hughes: Elsie doesn’t frequently go all in for cuddles, but she does love those quiet moments when she can sit close to you and rest her head on your shoulder. And she certainly doesn’t mind if you put your arm around her.
Isobel Crawley: Isobel loves a good cuddle. It’s her favorite way to start a morning. You talk and giggle with your arms around each other and it always starts your days off right.
Joseph Molesley: He’s a bit shy about cuddling with you, but by gosh does he crave it. There’s something about having you in his arms, or merely the thought of it, that can just keep him smiling all day.
Mary Crawley: Mary likes to think she’s above cuddling, and she doesn’t love it all the time, but she must admit sometimes it just hits the spot. On the days she is up for it, expect her to cling to you for as long as she can.
Thomas Barrow: Thomas isn’t much of a cuddler, but he does enjoy a good, long hug every once in a while. It’s both comforting and somehow healing to him to just hold you like that for a while.
Violet Crawley: Violet pretends not to enjoy a good cuddle, but she does. You have to ease her into it, but eventually she’ll come to rely on a good cuddle every night before bed.
For anon
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snazzycicada · 1 year
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to me, it feel like Mr Molesley and Thomas Barrow are almost like 2 sides of the same coin?
While Thomas is sort of implied to have a pretty bad relationship with his father, Mr Molesley has a good, supportive father
they both sidestep the worst of the war by less then honest ways. Thomas by volunteering for the medical corps (and the blighty) and Mr Moslesley by lying to Dr Clarkson
they both end up sort of having the rug really pulled out from under them and left scrambling, both ending up at Downton. Thomas loosing everything with his black market , and Mr Molesley with the death of Matthew
and then they both sort of meet in this nexus that is Phyllis Baxter. I just love both those characters
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siska29 · 2 years
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Just a quick one
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I believe Molesley wanted to show off his new bike and give soon to be Mrs Molesley Phyllis a ride 😊
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marshmelonlover · 2 years
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One thing I love about the Baxley proposal is how Carson is sitting there praying that Phyllis will say yes and then his look of relief when she does. 🥺
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skatingthinandice · 11 months
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I’m not used to feeling lucky.  Well, you should be.
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verynonspecific · 2 years
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"And I need dreams as much as the next man." Oh, her smile is telling you that they're about to come true...
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Thomas's level of confidence in Molesley hitting the ball:
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