#edith pelham

[such-g00d-luck]

you know it hits hard

[stormbravr]

Because, in the end, you're my sister and one day, only we will remember Sybil... or Mama or Papa or Matthew or Michael or Granny or Carson or any of the others who have peopled our youth... until, at last, our shared memories will mean more than our mutual dislike.

[kierancaz]

Rewatching the first ep of downton abbey before I start the final season and there was soooo much that I missed. The little seeds planets so early on between Anna and Mr. Bates. The great introduction to literally every person but specifically everyone upstairs and also a great introduction into all of the important relationships and the main plots.

Like I’m sure that none of this is new information but it’s just all stuff that I spotted just like half way through the episode.

[k-wame]

lol real housewives of downton

[ohtobealady]

For the drabbles, Cora and Edith and regret. 🥰

Ah! This one was a doozy of a prompt for only 100 words! I’m not at all satisfied with this, but here, darling:

-//-//-//-//-// — REGRET — //-//-//-//-//-

Lying against her pillows, Edith smiled at her mother and daughter who gazed upon the newborn.

“Hello, Peter,” Mama cooed. Edith watched Mama hug Marigold, then peer at her. “I’m so happy to be here. Thank you, darling.”

“Of course,” she whispered, but the warmth she felt was replaced by something else: regret.

How different would life have been if she’d had her mother’s hand to hold before? How different, if she’d known Mama would be the one to give her a choice?

Her mother let the baby wrap his tiny fingers around her forefinger, and Edith knew the answer.

[just-two-blokes]

Why does this song give me the biggest Downton Abbey vibes?

Edith: I can't break the cycle, am I just a fool? Edith: Falling down like dominoes, hit by family jewels Mary: Pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end Mary: 'Less I decide to go to it, will I see the end?

Edith: Ooh, don't you find it strange? Mary: Only thing we share is one last name

O'Brien: Did I beat you at your own game? Thomas: Typical of me to put us all to shame

Sybil: Welcome to the family jewels Mary: Coal to diamond, sold to fools Rosamund: Welcome to the family jewels Robert: Simmerin' sapphire can't keep his cool I can't keep my cool I can't keep my cool

Thomas: Family said that I decided to live a loveless life Thomas: Is it my fault we stay divided? 'Cause I got too much pride Phyllis: Pass the parcel, wrap, unwrap, and open up the locks Phyllis: Out come flying all the secrets of Pandora's box

Daisy: Oh, you think I'm unfit Daisy: Little did you know that I was cut for it Mrs Hughes: No glass slipper will ever fit Mrs Hughes: 'Cause I could never see a diamond in it

Carson: Welcome to the family jewels Thomas: Coal to diamond, sold to fools Phyllis: Welcome to the family jewels Thomas: Simmerin' sapphire can't keep his cool I can't keep my cool I can't keep my cool

Song: Family Jewels

Artist: Marina

[dream-of-ragtime]

Elizabeth McGovern on Maggie Smith's last day and growing up alongside co-stars

excuse me while I go cry in the corner🤧

[ilovemushystuff]

🤝Hands-Downton Abbey A New Era🤝

[ippolita324]

Lady Edith from Downton Abbey

[arresteddownton]

[such-g00d-luck]

MY HEART.

Granny having photos of her three granddaughters on her fireplace 🥲🥲

[stormbravr]

[tostada-turtle]

new batch of screenshots for the first movie. All barrow except for one Edith because daaamn is she gorgeous in this movie (yes it's the boobs I know)

Im upset we didn't get to see Butler Thomas in full swing for this movie but if we had then we would've had no Thomas and Richard so I can compromise

[achiwall]

drew the crawley sisters for christmas !!

[soft-for-them]

Beautiful brown eyes - Edith Crawley x plus size reader

Summary: Edith sits alone whilst everyone else dances until you come around. Set series two/three before Edith marries. Female reader, written as plus size but can really be read by anyone.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

Edith Crawley was always too eager to marry, her love oozing out for absolutely anyone who might want it.

She’s a snippy woman, a woman who lashes out with that anger siblings have for one other because her heart aches for someone to love her back.

It doesn’t condone her actions both mean and two-faced but it does explain them.

Even with Mary’s downfalls, a dead duke and a bought of jealously among them, Edith still breaks ever so slightly as she see Mathew and Mary together so perfect and happy.

They dance o so close, their love evidently clear, each and every obstacle not disrupting their love for one another.

To say Edith is moved in all the wrong ways in an oversimplification; she wants to cry.

As the low piano joins in with a melancholy violin, a moody and measured tune perfect for a slow and intimate dance plays, the smooth sound reaches every corner of the large room.

Edith feels her doe like eyes begin to water.

She’s alone at the side of the room as both her sisters’ dance, even her mother dances lovingly with her father, the thick air of love drowning the room with its overbearing scent.

“It’s a bit too slow for my liking.” a small but strong whisper carries over the strum of the cello.

Edith with her mouth open in a frown, her eyes still sparkly with salty tears looks up to the unknown voice.

She looks you up and down with a slightly judgmental look, her deep brown eyes lingering on your face that looks so soft in the candle light.

A stranger you are but a pretty one at that.

Your dress is simple and a deep green, a locket of silver delicately around your neck on a long chain, pale white silk gloves adorning your arms. The cut of your dress isn’t British that for sure, the marital embroidered and rich perfect against the softness of your body, it’s less of a dress and more of a gown of a faraway Princess would wear.

Edith’s eyes linger specifically on your jaw and how your hair is styled in a way that frames it. Her eyes then travel down your jaw to the smoothness of you neck on show from the cut of the dress shows just enough skin for a person’s mind to travel.

“Like what you see?” you quieten as you scooch closer to the sitting Crawley.

“Who-“ Edith’s eyes snap up to yours so wide and kind.

She doesn’t know whether to ask who you are or who designed the pretty dress. She wants to know both but the heaviness in the air makes her head spin just a bit.

You sit and wait for Edith to finish.

“Who-who are you?” Edith gets out.

“Lady (L/N) of York but you can call me (Y/n), I’d much prefer it.”

A small but graceful smile graces Edith’s face.

“Lord Jeffrey’s daughter? But I though he only had a son.” Her voice holds curiosity and humour, she has heard stories of you dear dad.

“Ah, well my father is well travelled and well, he likes his women.” You begin trying not to outright call your adopted father a slut because despite his tendencies you rather like him, that and you don’t want to sound so crude in front of such lady as Edith, “Have you read Frankenstein?”

“I don’t see how it has to do with your father?” her eyes so deep and brown connect with yours as you begin talking, explaining it to her.

“Well at the beginning of the book Victor Frankenstein’s origin gets explained and the origin of his wife who’s also his sister-“ you shuffle closer knees almost touching, Edith making a comically ‘ew’ sound as you talk about Victor’s sister also being his wife.

“Well you see, Victor’s parent’s travelled a lot and on their travels they find a beautiful baby girl who they decide to raise and she later marries Victor, I’m like that-well I’m not married to my brother but I am adopted-“

“-And very beautiful I might say.” Edith interrupts.

“Well don’t you have good eyes Lady Crawley?” You chuckle, a sheen of heat spreading over your cheeks.

“I’m only observing (Y/n).” Edith smiles.

“You have very good eyes then-“ you begin, your voice exuding cockiness and pride, “- and what fantastic eyes you do have, so deep and rich.”

“They are just brown though, they aren’t like Mary’s or mother’s.” her eyes flicker away from yours.

You raise you gloved had your fingertip ghosting her jaw making her skin flush up pink and her eyes to snap back you your gaze.

“How such wide brown eyes have captivated my thoughts tonight.” By no, you’re barely speaking as you’re so close together that there need not be any volume in your voice, “I saw your eyes searching the room, so filled with love and sadness, I-I just couldn't sit by myself when I could be in the company of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set my eyes on.”

“I-well-I-“

Lady Edith Crawley is speechless, she’s never been so speechless in her life.

The music so thick and slow ebbs to an end, the faces of everyone dancing slowly peeing up as they take in deep breaths of fresh air, their partners lingering looks waiting for another dance.

You lean back to look at the flustered woman in front of you.

You won’t say that you’re just as flustered but you want to feel brave as you raise and hold out your hand.

“Care to dance.” You croak out as another song more happy and fast begins to flow out.

“Please. I mean- yes please.” Edith splutters as she raises and takes you hand.