this is when i remember i like downton

Le Figaro interview (google translation)

By  Nathalie Chuc Published 22/03/2017 at 13:00

New York. Cute costume and eccentric socks, very witty and laughing, Dan Stevens has a piercing azure look. Revealed by the Downton Abbey series , the 34-year-old Briton is the hero of Beauty and the Beast , a wonderfully adapted musical film by Walt Disney’s Oscar-winning classic, released in 1991.

What did the animated movie La Belle et la Bête mean to you ?
When it came out, I was 9 years old: I never imagined then playing the beast one day! I liked the movie as everyone did at the time and I remember the soundtrack that remains in the lead. On the filming of our adaptation, I have never been tired of rehearsing these songs. We added three new ones, one of which I interpret myself. My wife, a singing teacher, coached me for the audition. She then helped me to work on this song. It was a first for both of us, working together for a film.

Did you know the story of the tale by Jean Cocteau of 1946?
Of course! And there are a few winks to this beautiful version in our film. I hope the French will find them. The director Bill Condon would have even wanted to do even more “Cocteau” if he could. We were also inspired by the way of playing the Beast, very tragic, by Jean Marais, for whom I have great admiration. I also saw the version of Christophe Gans with Vincent Cassel.

One imagines that your children are proud to have a dad hero of a Disney film …
My children are in heaven! It is for them that I do it. I like, from time to time, to make a role really thinking of them - it’s very special for me, suddenly, when I play. This was also the case when I played Lancelot in The Night at the Museum 3 with Ben Stiller. I had them come on the set, it was magic for them. They’re watching this movie all the time.

I haven’t had too amazing of a con yet (my hotel overbooked and a Huge Mess was created - more on that later in my main blog) but here’s me from today. I had three people asked me how I did my hair and were amazed it was a wig. That was whoa because I was kinda like ‘eff this’ when I was putting it on whoops lol (then again if the S6 wig can win an Emmy). Anyway, I did have one person ask me what I was from and when I told her Downton Abbey, she was like, ‘oh, you’re Mr Bates’ wife!’ ngl that’s not the first time someone can’t remember Anna’s first name but hey. More pics of my adventures are on my Instagram.

faeriviera  asked:

Oh I feel so GUILTY for enjoying those kinds of shows ever, you're not alone. Because seriously, these are empires that practically destroyed other civilizations, and the descendants of said civilizations are still paying for it, and romanticizing those empires is TERRIBLE. But dammit, most of these shows are so GOOD at it, and it's really frustrating. I wish there was a way to enjoy those kinds of things without supporting all of that. Even most fantasy stories take too much from reality.

I’m not gonna lie I was a huge Downton Abbey fan but I gotta say I was not a critical thinker about my media when I started it. I think mainly tho I’ve tried not to watch all white shows anymore.  And I can’t remember if it was Junot Diaz who said that in science fiction and  fantasy we the PoC are the secret sauce of those stories with again imperialism and colonization that echo our history like you’ve said. 

And like I was so excited for Still Star Crossed because it was a costume drama without all the grossness of being all white. and it failed because no one wanted to watch it.

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beatrix-franklin  asked:


wow this is from 5ever ago sorry I’m the worst 

The first character I first fell in love with: Mary Crawley 💕  She has my heart forever and always 
The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: TOM. BRANSON. lol remember when I hated his guts for the first 3 series and now I’m in love with him. also Edith? I hated her until the last 2 series 
The character everyone else loves that I don’t: I don’t really know tbh! 
The character I love that everyone else hates: I liked that maid that Robert almost had the affair with idk why 
The character I used to love but don’t any longer: daisy really annoyed me towards the end 
The character I would totally smooch: EVERYONE?! jk mary and matthew for sure 💕
The character I’d want to be like: Mary + Anna combined. I want strive for Mary’s level of coldness on the outside and Anna is just so precious. 
The character I’d slap: THOMAS x1000000
A pairing that I love: Matthew x Mary 5ever 

A pairing that I despise: Isobel and Lord Merton sorry not sorry. They ended up being cute in the end but I wanted her to end up with the doctor 

thanks lovely!! 💕


I remember filming the garden party sequence at the end of the first series when war is announced. We were so lucky - I think we shot that over two or three days and the weather was so kind to us. I remember the ash cloud when there were no planes in the sky for ten days, and Maggie and I standing out on the lawn with this beautiful clear blue sky, in these costumes, and there were no vapour trails, not the echo of a plane anywhere. I remember her saying, “This is what it must have been like”, and suddenly I was transported back a century, and she was right. That was a vivid moment. - Hugh Bonneville

“The under-butler winding the clocks, what are we coming to?”

*season six spoilers below*

In general, I adore the idea of Thomas and his clocks, but this scene is especially touching. 

Without Jimmy, there’s no one left to care for the clocks, just like Thomas thinks that without Jimmy, there’s no one left to care for him. 

He winds and repair the clocks in Jimmy’s absence (”no one else’ll do anything about it”), while at the same time, he tries to fix himself with the injections from the advert. But you’re not a machine, Thomas. People can’t be “fixed” easily like a clock. 

When he faces that harsh reality, he finally allows Miss Baxter to care for him. It’s a beautiful little subplot and a sign of so much growth for his character.

A lovely episode like this one is what makes me so disappointed with Thomas’s story arc in s6. He learned, he grew, he reached out to Miss Baxter before things were too dire. It’s like an eraser was taken to everything accomplished up until that point. I despise when suicide is used as a cheap plot device (and I’m biased for my own reasons when it comes to that) - but biases aside, it just made no damned sense. It would have made no sense even after s2, or should we just forget his experience with Edward Courtenay?

So, I close my eyes and pretend s6 wasn’t a thing, and I try to remember episodes like this one, where Thomas’s story was complex and nuanced and worthy of his character. 

And in my headcannon, this is always Thomas’s happy place; his hands and mind busy, feeling a sense of accomplishment when he helps a broken clock to tick again.


Then & Now

The cast and crew of Downton have already said their goodbyes, but for the audience, the end is just beginning.
It’s almost time for us to say goodbye, so let’s remember the moments when we first said hello.

Enjoy! And don’t forget to watch in HD (-:



Dreamscapes by camaelczarka
They were back at Downton, walking under the windows. “Why,” Jimmy asked “-why do I need to remember this? I know it now, what’s the problem?”
Thomas’s arm was around his shoulders. “Because, love, what reason do I have to wake up, to come back to this-” he gestured to the windows, which were dark, like no one was inside “-when I could travel the world with you, for the rest of my life?”


we will, Phyllis, we will :)

To the Downton Abbey fandom...

The reason I’m really dreading the end of Downton Abbey is this: I want this fandom to keep going even when it’s over. 

I want us to keep churning out heartwarming and heartbreaking fics, crafting lovely photosets, and supporting each others ships. We are a small but mighty fandom, and we’ve gotten bigger with each passing series. I want this fandom to be like the Harry Potter fandom: even after the final credits roll, we must keep writing our drabbles and loving our OTPs, becoming even more passionate than when the show was on. 

I’m just putting it out there: don’t stop bringing life to this fandom. Keep it going for years. Make sure they remember us. I don’t want it to end.

Originally posted by oupacademic

Downton Abbey creator Lord Julian Fellowes speaks to Fresh Air’s Dave Davies about his personal realization concerning the upstairs-downstairs social dynamic portrayed in the show:

“I remember one time when I was quite young … I was staying in a house and I got lost and I went through the wrong door, and I was standing at the top of the staircase that led down into the kitchens and everything. And there was a tremendous row going on between what sounded like four or five, six people shouting. … And I suddenly had such a powerful sense of the lives that were being lived by the people who worked there. Not, you know, only the family who lived there, but people who worked there were also, you know, enjoying life or hating each other or loving each other or whatever.”

Lord Fellowes in front of Highclere, where Downton is filmed

Fic: A Learned Man of Letters

I turned 34 today and, while that is a long way past the time where birthdays are exciting, I didn’t want my Thommy friends to be sad on my birthday! So hopefully this cheers you up a bit. Based on someone (flippy’s?) prompt about Jimmy’s letters to Thomas. Although I should warn you it gets worse before it gets better.

A Learned Man of Letters (almost certainly AU). Spoilers for season 5, episode 1 and THAT scene of episode 2.

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I just knew that I had to go for it. There was something really liberating, actually, playing Mary and being completely covered in mud and falling over. I loved it. When I read that scene, I was like, “This is madness.” I remember coming out of my trailer in this beautiful purple dress, and the costume department was standing there with buckets of mud, and they were all wearing rubber gloves, and said, “Are you ready?” I was like, “Go for it.” They covered me completely. I felt like a kid again actually.
—  This season we saw Lady Mary get down and dirty, very literally. How was it filming that pig scene?
-Vanity Fair

“You do remember that I’m Irish and you’re English–”

“Half English,” Sybil reminded him with a wink.  “Besides, I thought you liked my ‘American spirit’ that I had inherited from my mother?”

Tom chuckled and gave her a wink in return as he chopped the union for the sage and union stuffing that would accompany the turkey.  “I do think it’s funny though,” he added.  “That your grandmother allowed your mother to bring something as 'vulgar’ as an American holiday to Downton.”

Sybil laughed.  “Actually, it wasn’t Mama, but me…” she sighed.

Tom paused in his chopping.  “Really?”

Sybil nodded and gave him a sheepish smile.  “When I was six we went to New York to visit my American grandmother–”

“I miss Martha,” Tom sighed.  “We need to go visit her sometime in the near future.”

After the baby,” Sybil reminded, though she did grin at Tom’s longing to see her grandmother; she knew both he and Martha Levinson would become thick as thieves upon meeting.  “Anyway, we were visiting Grandmama, and she took me into the city to see the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, and then we had a scrumptious feast back at the house–”

“Cooked by someone else,” Tom added.

“Trust me, that’s a good thing,” Sybil assured him.

Tom gave a mock gasp.  “I’m going to tell her you said that.”

“ANYWAY!” Sybil groaned, trying to get back to the story.  “I loved the Thanksgiving holiday so much that I begged Mama and Papa to please, please, please let us celebrate it at Downton, and…well, there are some perks to being the youngest,” Sybil giggled, not feeling guilty in the slightest.  “Parents are a little more likely to give in to one’s requests.”

“Remember that when our youngest demands she wants a tattoo.”

Sybil rolled her eyes and Tom chuckled.  “So it’s your fault then, is what you’re saying?”

“Guilty as charged,” Sybil sighed, before looking down at the table once again and checking the place settings.

“So then why are we hosting this meal?”

Sybil laughed.  “Well, because this is our first Thanksgiving as a married couple,” she told him, before coming over and weaving her arms around his neck.  “And by hosting it, that means 'Branson house rules’; no forced-dressing up, no excess or unnecessary extravagance, and certainly no talk about 'Tory politics’–”

Tom cut her off by kissing her deeply, to which Sybil happily returned.

“Have I told you how much I love you, Mrs. Branson?”

She smiled and brushed her lips against his once more.  “One never tires of hearing it,” she whispered.


**images not mine