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Mary Morstan. 31. Veteran, OB/GYN, Adventurer, Ex-Killer, reformed, Sass master. This is the blog of the great and troubled Miss Morstan. {Welcome to our humble blog. This is an RP blog, and because i have had this blog for... 4 years now? Mary has two FC's, both Billie Piper and the gorgeous Amanda Abbington.}. {This blog can be a wee bit nasty, so this is your one warning, this is very sensitive stuff, guys. Please Message me to plot or just....DO IT. Please. I'm so lonely. Talk to me...}

 

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opinions on abortions are kinda like nipples

everyone has them but women’s are a little bit more relevant 

But all you ever see are men’s

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Official series 5 photos! I can’t wait!

From the Downton Abbey Facebook page.

Michelle Dockery, Laura Carmichael, and Lily James for Harper’s Bazaar UK August 2014 
Michelle Dockery, Laura Carmichael, and Lily James for Harper’s Bazaar UK August 2014 
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Michelle Dockery pulling off this look perfectly in Interview Magazine

sexyinleather:

Michelle Dockery pulling off this look perfectly in Interview Magazine

(Some) Cast of Downton Abbey do the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge 

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wingcommanderarthurshappey:

"You - you mean in secret, as in, without Mum?" Arthur gave Mary a wide-eyed look, and suddenly it felt like someone had made the ground he was standing on disappear, and there was such an odd, fleeting feeling in his belly, like he was falling and had nothing to hold on to. "No, we - we can’t do that! I can’t get married without Mum knowing about it! Look, she - she doesn’t hate you, I’m sure she’ll be okay with it, really! But if you’re worried, we can ask Douglas and maybe Skip to help us think of a way to tell her!"

Mary felt as though she was making a bargain with the devil, a smile emblazoned on her face even as she slipped off the ring and pressed it into the palm of his hand. “Until then.” She crooned delicately, her fingers slipping into the warm comfort of her pocket. Her face was solemn, her eyes tired and worn with unhappiness- fraught with disappointment. Her stomach felt as though it was being eaten from the inside. She sat down, her eyes glistening. “Until we figure out a way to tell her, we’ll keep the ring a secret.” She licked her lips, the stewardess’s eyes burning. “I need to make dinner. We can talk about it later.”

It was amazing, Arthur thought, how quickly bliss could turn into such a hollow, chilly feeling, and not amazing in a good way, more like in a being a couple of thousand feet up in the air and suddenly one of the engines explodes and the world starts collapsing around you way. He knew he’d done something wrong, but how could he ever not tell Mum about him getting married? He couldn’t, even if he’d wanted to. He just wasn’t good at keeping things a secret. He swallowed as he watched Mary put the ring on his palm and he closed his fingers around it, feeling the gold cool and hard against his skin. “All right, okay,” he mumbled and felt a bit like he was about to cry. “I think I’m gonna… do something useful, then. Is there anything useful I can do?”

"You could go walk snoop and I’ll call you when dinner’s ready…" She offered as she limped away, her lower back and chest burning. She sniffled as she chopped tomatoes and boiled chicken broth. She put noodles in the pot and placed the back of her hand over her mouth as she sobbed, quietly. She could barely breathe, the stewardess’s lungs were being constricted. She whimpered. How could she do this to him? Yes she wanted him. More than anything… But Carolyn hated her so much… She sniffled, and held her hands  to stop them from shaking.

wingcommanderarthurshappey:

thepersonalblogofmarymorstan:

wingcommanderarthurshappey:

"You - you mean in secret, as in, without Mum?" Arthur gave Mary a wide-eyed look, and suddenly it felt like someone had made the ground he was standing on disappear, and there was such an odd, fleeting feeling in his belly, like he was falling and had nothing to hold on to. "No, we - we can’t do that! I can’t get married without Mum knowing about it! Look, she - she doesn’t hate you, I’m sure she’ll be okay with it, really! But if you’re worried, we can ask Douglas and maybe Skip to help us think of a way to tell her!"

Mary felt as though she was making a bargain with the devil, a smile emblazoned on her face even as she slipped off the ring and pressed it into the palm of his hand. “Until then.” She crooned delicately, her fingers slipping into the warm comfort of her pocket. Her face was solemn, her eyes tired and worn with unhappiness- fraught with disappointment. Her stomach felt as though it was being eaten from the inside. She sat down, her eyes glistening. “Until we figure out a way to tell her, we’ll keep the ring a secret.” She licked her lips, the stewardess’s eyes burning. “I need to make dinner. We can talk about it later.”

It was amazing, Arthur thought, how quickly bliss could turn into such a hollow, chilly feeling, and not amazing in a good way, more like in a being a couple of thousand feet up in the air and suddenly one of the engines explodes and the world starts collapsing around you way. He knew he’d done something wrong, but how could he ever not tell Mum about him getting married? He couldn’t, even if he’d wanted to. He just wasn’t good at keeping things a secret. He swallowed as he watched Mary put the ring on his palm and he closed his fingers around it, feeling the gold cool and hard against his skin. “All right, okay,” he mumbled and felt a bit like he was about to cry. “I think I’m gonna… do something useful, then. Is there anything useful I can do?”

"You could go walk snoop and I’ll call you when dinner’s ready…" She offered as she limped away, her lower back and chest burning. She sniffled as she chopped tomatoes and boiled chicken broth. She put noodles in the pot and placed the back of her hand over her mouth as she sobbed, quietly. She could barely breathe, the stewardess’s lungs were being constricted. She whimpered. How could she do this to him? Yes she wanted him. More than anything… But Carolyn hated her so much… She sniffled, and held her hands to stop them from shaking.

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The nurse moved the babies closer to Mary so she could reach them all. "There you go. I knew you could do it just fine without a c-section." She was a little cocky about it, but she didn't care.

"I’m so thankful." She smiled, kissing the little boy.