off the barrow

Plot twists:
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Victoria:</b> Remember that anyone can betray anyone!<p/><b>Victoria:</b> 😉<p/><b>Us:</b> We get it. No need it to repeat it so much.<p/><b>Maven:</b> Does the THING™<p/><b>Us:</b> *Gasp*<p/><b>
  • Us: <b>JfiwivLhwaJlwcstkaishmGssoi!!!<p/><b>Also us:</b> What?! This came totally out of nowhere! We weren't prepared for this! I feel attacked! <p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Downton Rewatch (Season 1): part ii

- oh my gOD Bates get a hold of yourself. so william comes barreling through the door and spills Thomas’ tea all over him and thomas gets mad. and says something snotty. wow. call the constable, what an effing crime. like. now thomas has tea all over his clothes so he’s either got to go and change (which i’m sure he has just masses of other clothes no problem right) or wait for it to dry, during which time if Mr. Carson catches him he’s going to get a verbal thrashing. DO EITHER OF THOSE OPTIONS SOUND APPEALING. like I am the first to admit that thomas is the most…JUST THE MOST. but don’t treat him like he just ripped the head off of a baby lamb for having a reaction jesus BACK OFF BATES

- oh good lord when Daisy says, “i’d do anything for you” and Thomas glows - ACTUALLY GLOWS - with something like pride and wonder and genuine surprise. i mean in the next second his face shifts and he does this villainous little smirk sure yeah because that’s a weapon, that’s something to defend yourself with if you need it, something to use against other people duh. (honestly i don’t know how anyone who isn’t a slytherin makes sense of the world but okay) but in that moment before, there was bare vulnerability and it was fucking beautiful. shit. i’m gonna make a shitty gif of it because you guys have got to see this shit.

THOMAS. (90% of my live action commentary watching this show is just me yelling out in a pained and strangled voice THUHMASSS).

-this is a real live actual conversation that happens.

OB: [plotting against Bates} What we need to do is to make him a suspect when something’s really been stolen.

Thomas: How do we know anything’s been stolen?

OB: Because you stole it, you noodle.

You are both noodles, and this is a terrible idea.

- side note: how fucking spot on is it that when there are scenes happening in Carson’s office or the servants hall you can hear Mrs. Patmore and Daisy bickering in the background. I mean. I take this show to task for a lot but wow that is some tight storytelling.

- man do i miss the good ole days of Thomas and OB plotting and smoking in the courtyard. iconic.

- there is not much i find more delightful than Thomas saying “sod ‘em.” why can’t he have been given more dirty lines please…why is RJC’s ridiculous accent so fucking soothing. SEE HOW SOOTHED I AM. i am currently just a skin bag of loose bones and honey.

- Daisy and Mrs. Patmore are fuking underappreciated. Daisy misunderstanding Mrs. Patmore and thinking she’s supposed to poison the food while Mrs. P is away for eye surgery is one of the best and most subtle moments of comedic genius in television history.

- why is watching Thomas putting food in his mouth…so erotic. i did not ask for this. i was perfectly happy not knowing this about myself.

- okay so look. i am the first (okay maybe not the first) to admit that Thomas says and does some mean shit. he’s not perfect! some days…he is so overwhelmingly far from perfect that hypothetically you have to go have a good long talk with yourself in the bathroom mirror about why the eff it’s one o clock in the morning and you are lulling yourself to sleep with VIVID fantasies of putting a grown man in the bathtub, washing the pomade out of his hair, and seeing what kinds of noises he makes when you skritch the back of his head. hypothetically. i can only imagine that’s what it would be like because none of this is personal experience. but also let’s not pretend that i won’t defend Thomas to the everloving end. yes, it is not his finest moment to make light of a woman losing her pregnancy or a young person losing their mother, BUT for fuck’s sake why does no one seem to have a problem with people putting their hands on Thomas in violence, holy shit.

- aghhhhh the fact that Thomas holds himself so still, head so high and proud when he’s got bruises on his face. It is the Don’t Fucking Touch Me Stillness, cousin to his Blank Look of Shame, and you all know how i feel about that.

- hahahahahhah ohhhhhhh well fuck me i guess branson/sybil/gwen was the ot3 i didn’t even know i wanted. 


  • Jimmy: If I run and jump at Thomas, he will almost definitely catch me.
  • Jimmy: *runs at Thomas*
  • Thomas: *drops tea to catch Jimmy*

Some of the various firearms used by the Barrow Gang.  From top: Clyde’s 1918 B.A.R.; Model 1887 10 gauge “riot gun; Remington Model 11 "sawed-off”; Bonnie’s Remington “Whipit” gun; Frank Hamer’s Colt Monitor .30-06; Clyde’s “Scattergun” (which I believe is a 1918 B.A.R.); Winchester Model 1887 lever action 12 gauge; Winchester Model 1887 lever action 10 gauge; and Clyde’s Winchester Model 1892 Saddle Ring Carbine.

  • Jimmy: I love you.
  • Thomas: I love you, too.
  • Jimmy(turning away from the mirror): Well. This is awkward

“Along the Gilded Shore”, Barrow’s Goldeneyes
18" x 36" Acrylic on panel/board.

This is a piece I finished last year, but delayed in sharing as I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to make any changes or not. I finally varnished it and called it done! This one gave me fits to paint, as my work space is a relatively small table with a table easel. I often look at my work in a mirror to better “see” any problems that I become blind to as I work for long hours, and often paint upside-down for the same reasons. Flipping and moving the painting around caused some creative curses and laughs as I put dents in the drywall and ceiling tiles just trying to juggle it. I learned a lot and had fun painting this, but I’m glad it is off the easel!

  • Thomas: Jimmy, did you do something stupid?
  • Jimmy(holding his injured wrist): I think we both know the answer to that.
In My Dreams part 4

I snuck out again that night. I knew she’d have another show, and I hoped I’d get to see her again. Unfortunately for me, the entire club was packed full of people who either liked her voice and couldn’t say anything or wanted to tear her apart. I imagined her smirking at both, a work of art that will always know something you don’t.

After two more nights, I finally got in to see her show. As always, she was a storm. When she turned to leave, her dress swirled around her like flood waters.

I leave the club with Kilorn following close behind when Tiberias Calore approaches us. Behind me, Kilorn takes my hand. “Are you following me, Tiberias?” I look up at him. Kilorn squeezes my hand tighter in warning.

“I don’t mean to come off that way, Miss Barrow.” He replies, cheeks getting paler. “I meant to ask you something, Miss.”

“Well I have to leave this club before I’m arrested so you’ll have to ask me somewhere else, preferably not on Silver streets.” I deadpan. I walk past him with Kilorn in tow. He doesn’t follow. I look at him over my shoulder. “Coming?” I ask. He follows us out of the club. When we arrive at the train station, he stares at me, trying to think of something to say. “You’ve got 10, maybe 15 minutes before the next Undertrain arrives. I’d start talking if I were you.”

“Of course,” He finally utters, “I want to ask if you’ll have lunch with me. Strictly business, but I think I might be able to get you bigger, higher paying venues.”

I stare at him, eyes wide as saucers. The Hall of the Sun was the biggest venue I’ve been allowed to perform at. Does he mean he could pull the strings to get me to perform at Whitefire Palace? This seems to good to be true. Maybe it is. “What makes you so inclined to help me?”

“Like I’ve said before, you’re an amazing singer. You deserve more credit than you get for that.” He smiles, but I’m not one to swoon.

“What do you know of the reputation I have among silvers, Tiberias?” I narrow my eyes at him. “Do you plan to sell the idea that all I am and ever will be is a red whore, a plaything to be sold to the highest bidder?” His skin has gotten noticeably paler, his eyes wide in shock. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I snicker at his expression. “Careful holding your mouth open like that, sweetheart, you’ll catch flies.”

“I-I don’t want to do any of that.” He stutters. “I want you to be successful. Do you know how much hope you’re giving Reds? You’re their lightning girl. You show them that they don’t have to accept the position given to them by Silvers. You are a revolution.”

I stare up at him in silence before smirking. “You’re wrong, Tiberias.” I smile. “I am not a revolution. I am a revelation.”

He laughs, a joyous, relieved sound. “What a wonder it would be if you were both.”

The Undertrain stops in front of us. I walk onto it, gripping Kilorn’s hand. “You’ll have to convince me of that tomorrow at lunch. I’m assuming we’ll be meeting at the tavern a few miles from my house. It’s not the nicest, but it’s probably the nicest restaurant I can eat in. It’s called the Shields Tavern, by the way.” The door close, and Kilorn and I take our seats. He looks at me with a shit-eating grin that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“You like him, don’t you?” He whispers.

“No, but lucky for him, he’s getting a chance to change my mind.”

I suppose you’ll have to add the force of gravity to your list of enemies.
—  Thomas to Jimmy who is holding out his wrist so it can be bandaged.