Sybil & Tom Romance Week, June 7 - 13!

A celebration of all things romantic with the Bransons!  And each day will have a special “theme”!

Celebrate the Bransons’ “official” wedding anniversary!

Pick your favorite historical setting–Edwardian, Roaring 20′s, Regency, Victorian, Tudor, Medieval–whatever the historical setting, make it romantic!

A special day for lovers of “Modern AU”!

Saturday, June 10–”ROMANTIC SUSPENSE”
Angst, action, with a dash of mystery!

Sunday, June 11–”ROMANTIC COMEDY”
Tickle the funny bone and woo with laughter

June’s theme is “Rock the WW2 AU!”

Tuesday, June 13–FREE DAY! 
Any romantic setting/rating of your choosing!

Prompts will be offered at the month’s beginning. Stories, drabbles, picsets, fanart, any way to get creative and celebrate the wonderful and unique romance that is Tom and Sybil!  SO MARK YOUR CALENDARS AND JOIN US!

**images not mine

One More Morning Chapter 4, a downton abbey fanfic | FanFiction
Dr. Isobel Crawley: Professionally thriving; personally, barely surviving


“So do you find it helps you, this working round the clock?” he asks.

The question knocks the wind out of her. No one has ever asked her that. She has never asked it of herself. Well, old girl? Is it helpful? Is it necessary?

She pauses for an unnaturally long amount of time, so that she becomes aware of him watching her. She feels herself blush again. “I’m sorry,” she tells him, “only it’s been a very long time since anyone’s taken an interest in the reasons why I do things.” Pausing again, she tries to work out an honest answer to his question that doesn’t give away too much, finally settling on, “I find it’s best to stay busy.”

It doesn’t really answer his enquiry, but how exactly does one explain the gnawing emptiness in her heart that, given the opportunity, would consume her from the inside out?

He has the grace to accept her partial evasion and changes his tack a bit. “When you do find time to break away from here, what do you like to do?”

She looks at him blankly. His questions, while perfectly innocent, burn like a red-hot poker in her diaphragm. Scanning the catalogue of her mind, she comes up empty. The realisation chokes her.

He scrambles for a glass of water and hands it to her. “Are you alright?” he asks.

When she can, she nods. After she recovers, she tells him, “Your questions wouldn’t seem particularly probing to anyone else, but they’ve brought me to a rather startling conclusion about myself: I haven’t got a life, Dr. Clarkson!”

Originally posted by queenoftherebels

someone: haha why are you so obsessed with *insert show/book series/film/etc)

me, internally: because throwing myself into something allows me to briefly forget the constant depression misery and sadness i suffer through every day and when i marathon things my self hatred sometimes starts to disappear because i forget that i’m a real person who exists in the real world. my obsessions help me to cope when i feel like i’m about to explode or cry or scream or all of those at once and once i get into something i barely think of anything else for weeks which is a very unhealthy coping tactic but hey it helps so

me: haha idk :))