This is the most tragic character I have ever come across. He is the definition of a victim of circumstance. And we see in season six him reach the point where he can take no more. He can see no way of him ever being happy and been thrown out of Downton is the final push. Thomas barrows downfall was unbearable to watch. He hated himself enough to do what he did. Thomas is a character forced to live in a society where he is perceived as a vile “foul” creature. The real show as to how far he has fallen comes when he tried to castrate himself. Not long before that he was telling Carson how he was not fouls just different but for him to do something like try to “fix” himself he mustn’t have believed that anymore. He falls further and further into a hole of self hatred until it becomes too much for him and he slits his wrists. How did he change so fast personally I think the answer is not having Jimmy around anymore but whatever it was doesn’t matter. What matters is how this shows how easy it is for someone to have one little idea planted in their head and their opinion of themselves forever changed. Thomas Barrow was my favourite character on Downton from the outset and his fall from grace only made me more invested in his tragic and heartbreaking story. Like Jimmy my wish for Thomas was always that he found some kind of happiness in the end but when I think back on my misplaced hope in hindsight that was never going to happen. Simply because someone like Thomas is not allowed to be happy in the world he lives in. So when he realised this and his last shred of hope vanished he saw only one way out of all his pain and suffering and anger. And to be honest I don’t blame him for it in the slightest. Maybe George could have been that little light in the darkness for him but it was never enough it will never be enough. And that makes me really really sad for him it truly does. Thomas Barrow is a brilliant character and will always be one of my favourite not just on Downton but in everything I just wish his story could have a happier ending but again in hindsight that was never possible no matter how much I wish it was.
The stories don’t tell you that heroes are made of blood and guilt and war. They don’t say that heroes break and break and burn. Oh how heroes burn.
The myths don’t mention that sometimes what saves you is the same thing that kills you. That blood can betray you that choices can unmake you. Do you know what it’s like to be unmade? All legends must. The tales glorify and excited but reality is darkness and loss and screaming and hating.
But there is light. There must be light, that’s why heroes are heroes, they make light pierce through the darkness.
Don’t you know legends fall, they falter and they shatter but that’s the point. A legend must remake themselves.
You brave lost boys and girls with a burden you choose to carry before understanding how heavy the world is. You save and save and save but you kill and kill and destroy. Don’t you know that saving the world means destroying yourselves.
But more importantly others are drawn to you and somehow you find yourself killing to protect them. Your hands are bloody and you point to them and the burning world behind you and say, “This is for you”.
Your mama told you run from boys who would destroy everything for your love but no one warned you what would happen when you make the destruction. The monsters you feared are now afraid of you
Some remember you as saviors others as destroyers but that’s
the price you pay when you try to be heroes by Abby S (the-ships-to-rule-them-all)
Well, one thing I can say is that I’m glad I only wasted one month on Downton Abbey, having binge watched it and all. I have no words for the final episode. It is straight out of fucking hell. I cannot believe something this appallingly offensive was written in 2015. I generally disapprove of people attacking authors for writing stories they don’t happen to like, but I’d like to take this opportunity to say that Fellowes clearly made it his goal to explore new levels of majorly, majorly sucking as a writer and a self-aware human being while tricking his audience into thinking he might have anything worthy to say by stringing their attention throughout six increasingly more disappointing series.
But I’m not disappointed, no, disappointment doesn’t begin to cover this. I am stunned and disgusted and angry at myself that I watched past season 2 when I first noticed this was going downhill (around the time Matthew magically started to walk). I also generally don’t pull the lesbian card, I mean I never do, but I suddenly feel very strongly like dressing in a big rainbow flag and making a bonfire out of a pile of stolen Downton Abbey DVD’s.
I don’t have to spell this out to anyone with an actual brain who watched what I have watched just now, but to destroy, neutralize and neglect your only gay character in this manner is just … irredeemable. Like, if you fuck up your writing this bad, you should just superglue your fingers together for the rest of your life so you never have a chance to write anything ever again. No second chances.
(I brought this on myself my fucking ass. Who knew all Barrow had to was almost kill himself to keep his job with people who never gave a fuck? And he used to know there’s no pleasing them so fuck them, so what the fuck changed? Who cares what Carson thinks? Carson can go fuck himself. Seriously. No one cares to hear what Carson has to say about Barrow. A man just almost died here, why not clap to Mosely’s teaching a class? Have you just slit you wrists? HERE IS A FUCKING ORANGE, now admit you deserved all this and better get up to go to yet another wedding. WHO KNEW ALL BARROW’S PROBLEMS WILL BE SOLVED IF HE JUST SLINKS INTO THE BACKGROUND NEVER EXPECTING ANYTHING FROM LIFE AND APOLOGIZES TO STRAIGHT PEOPLE WITH EVERY STEP FOR EXISTING AND THEY WILL TOLERATE HIM IN EXCHANGE. I am vomiting as I type.)