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What it's like to be this girl (Elsie, Ethel, Downton Hotel RP)

An unglued Ethel & Elsie Downton Hotel RP backtstory fic brought to you through the generosity of loveunderlockandkey.

Three thing Elsie Hughes knew:

Men named Bryant were untrustworthy.

Men named Charles were charming but unfaithful.

Good women could fall despite knowing this.

Elsie blamed herself; she'd seen Charles Bryant hanging around the receptionist, a ginger with a head full of dreams and a pocket full of desperation. When the girl had been put on notice for slacking, when she had confessed her pregnancy, Elsie should have sent her packing.

Instead Elsie decided she was due an assistant and promoted Ethel on the spot.

One thing Elsie Hughes knew: it was no small accomplishment to have saved a life.

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Finding home

An unglued C/H fic brought to you through the generosity of an anonymous fangirl. Final part of an ongoing series of drabbles:

Magdelenes all of us

Shine like silver, pure and true

This collection of baubles we call life

Strip away my skin

Getting to Yes

To leave the friends you loved, for greater loving still

The native tongue of the lonely hearts

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It was Carson who left Downton first, forced out by his strenuous job, his ageing body, and Thomas's ambition.

A month after he settled in a snug cottage Mrs Hughes arrived, bags in hand. "I've resigned."

"You can't move in here!"

"We're leaving. You'll show me London."

"I can't." Why not? "I must tell – " There was no one to tell. "I have to –" There was naught to do. "We're not married."

"Gretna Green, then London," she decided.

 "Will we come home?"

 "When we choose."

"Give me an hour."

"Half."

He'd missed her this month alone. "Welcome home, Elsie."

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The native tongue of the lonely hearts

An unglued C/H fic brought to you through the generosity of an anonymous fangirl. Part 6 of an ongoing series of drabbles:

Magdelenes all of us

Shine like silver, pure and true

This collection of baubles we call life

Strip away my skin

Getting to Yes

To leave the friends you loved, for greater loving still

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"How was London?"

"Dirty. Noisy." 

"Quite enjoyable?" Elsie prompts.

"Not this year."

 Elsie looks up, puzzled. 

"It was…lonely." The truth tastes foreign on his tongue.

"I think I'd like to see a Season. Someday. When I leave Downton." 

"Are you?" he asks. "Leaving? Thinking of it?" He imagines squiring her about, telling people 'this is my friend.' He imagines long Downton nights without seeing her, without bidding her goodnight.

She imagines far-off countries where no one speaks her language, looking right through her. "Of course not." She wonders if he speaks her language, if he has ever really seen her.

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An unglued Jim Carter vid brought to you through the generosity of Batwings79.

Fandom: Jim Carter, sex god Song: “I’m too sexy” performed by Right Said Fred

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Our explanatory vid in Hebrew.

נאום המעלית, לשיעור הסופי בשיעור ניהול חידושים

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To leave the friends you loved, for greater loving still

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An unglued fic brought to you through the generosity of an anonymous fangirl. Part 6 of an ongoing series of drabbles:

Magdelenes all of us

Shine like silver, pure and true

This collection of baubles we call life

Strip away my skin

Getting to Yes

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She listened to Anna's tales of Scotland with envy. When last had she left Yorkshire? She'd entered service to get away to end up stuck again.

Perhaps after retiring. She had money saved, and moving from a small room in a big house to a small room in a small house did not appeal. She could get on a train and go – anywhere.

It was worth only salt with no one to tell. In her mind's eye she came home, stepped off the train to find him waiting. What was the point of letting life alter you unless someone noticed?

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With less than a month to go until the end of the project, themagicm and frakcancer thought we'd remind you what FanWork is about.

The project runs through January 25th, so there's still time to get your prompt in!

(This vid will be translated into Hebrew so we can explain to our class what the project has been, as well.)

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Getting to Yes (C/H, spoilers for S3)

An unglued fic brought to you through the generosity of an anonymous fangirl. Part 5 of an ongoing series of drabbles:

Magdelenes all of us

Shine like silver, pure and true

This collection of baubles we call life

Strip away my skin

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“I need a Thomas.”

“He's busy.”

“A Thomas, not your Thomas. You've an underbutler and I've no head-housemaid.”

“Now?”

“I need to train a housekeeper.”

“You're leaving?” He glanced toward her bosom. It wasn't that again?

“I don't plan to die in my traces like you.”

He'd thought to die at Downton and haunt its halls, but lately he thought of a cottage for one, nicely cramped for two, and the hazy figure of a woman with changeable eyes and his heart cradled in her hands. "Yes." Yes to the maid, yes to the heart, yes to it all. Yes.

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Strip away my skin (C/H, minor spoilers for Christmas special)

An unglued fic brought to you through the generosity of an anonymous fangirl. Part 4 of an ongoing series of drabbles:

Magdelenes all of us

Shine like silver, pure and true

This collection of baubles we call life

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See it's always been the same You can never win the games

In a different life he'd be at the fair. He'd win her a doll at the ring toss, watch her ride the merry-go-round, astride a horse like the farm girl she'd once been.

He should have gone and damn the young. He worked hard, too. Why didn't he deserve a treat?

He wandered the upstairs halls, touching the pretty things, reminding himself of who and what he was. A voice cried out and he went to answer Miss Sybbie's call, finding the answer to his own questions. Love brought disorder and death.

If only he could keep from craving it.

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This collection of baubles we call life

An unglued fic brought to you through the generosity of an anonymous fangirl. Part 3 of an ongoing series of drabbles:

Magdelenes all of us

Shine like silver, pure and true

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There was naught to envy the young. Love? They'd get with child, sacked, poor, or dead. She lived in comfort, the elite of servants.

She'd not risk that for the touch of a man.

No matter which man.

No matter how good he smelled, how solid his frame, how strong he was, how gentle.

She loved him as a friend, as he loved her. It was enough. But at night, when Mrs Hughes was put to bed and Elsie remained, when she could hear him through the wall, she'd reach out a hand and imagine he was doing the same.

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Shine like silver, pure and true

An unglued fic brought to you through the generosity of an anonymous fangirl. Part 2 of what will be an ongoing series of drabbles. Part 1 is here.

I'm not foul, Mr Carson. I may not be the same as you, but I'm not foul.–Thomas Barrow, S03E08

Thomas was foul. All men were.

A foul man had gotten his mother pregnant, leaving her after the hasty wedding.

From the youngest hallboy to His Lordship, foul all, wanting only one thing from a woman.

All men were foul and he was a man. All it took was swaying hips, sea-cloud eyes, a Scottish lilt and he was lost, imagining forbidden intimacies, the sheen of sweat on skin, cries of pleasure in the night. He comforted himself with the thought that she'd never know of his lusts.

He was foul, but his silent love for her would redeem him.

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FanWork: punishing the fandom for one semester...

Ina berry bad Gurl….I forgots to queue up the Jim-gifs from E2 of ‘Home Front Britain’ last night. I think I should punished berry badly…

PWEEZE don’t make me watch the Richobel and Celsie Fanworks fan-vids…over and over…and OVER, again!!! That’s the worstest punishment I could ever imagine… XD

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And a big thanks to themagicm for making a great vid. The Chelsie fandom apologizes for introducing you to a new set of ships. Well, no, we don't -- welcome to the madness.

An unglued Chelsie vid brought to you through the generosity of chelsie-carson.

Fandom: Downton Abbey Pairing: Charles Carson / Elsie Hughes Song: “You make me feel so young” by Frank Sinatra

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An unglued Chelsie vid brought to you through the generosity of chelsie-carson.

Fandom: Downton Abbey Pairing: Charles Carson / Elsie Hughes Song: “You make me feel so young” by Frank Sinatra

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You're welcome and you're right -- this song screams A/R.

An unglued A/R vid brought to you through the generosity of downtonstalking.

Fandom: Battlestar Galactica Pairing: William Adama / Laura Roslin Song: “Stars” by Grace Potter & the Nocturnals

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An unglued A/R vid brought to you through the generosity of downtonstalking.

Fandom: Battlestar Galactica Pairing: William Adama / Laura Roslin Song: “Stars" by Grace Potter & the Nocturnals

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Magdalenes all of us [Carson/Hughes, Downton Abbey]

An unglued fic brought to you through the generosity of an anonymous fangirl.

Also posted to FF.net.

Fandom: Downton Abbey Pairing: Charles Carson/Elsie Hughes Rating: K Word Count: 100 Post S3

Elsie hated to ask for time off.

"To hand a prostitute onto her train?" Carson scoffed.

 "She's an honest woman now, with a good reference. You work alongside Thomas."

 "Ethel is different."

 "Why's Ethel different?" Elsie asked.

 "I'd never be like Thomas."

 "But I'd be like Ethel?"

 "Any woman might, given the wrong circumstances. Women are so –" he searched for the word, "—vulnerable."

 "That scares you?"

 "I can't protect the girls under this roof."

 "No, but you can wish them well after."

 Charles bent to his ledgers, hiding his surrender. "Go. Wish her well. In my name, too."