#Beryl Patmore

[downtondownstairs]

Happy 14th birthday Downton Abbey // 26.09.2010 // original Downstairs cast

[such-g00d-luck]

you know it hits hard

[queenmelancholy]

Everyone’s reaction when they thought Thomas was leaving:

To them at Downton, Thomas is really a son, a brother, and a father.

[mysteriousscottishdragon]

The downstairs ladies ❤️ apparently at Joanne’s baby shower.

[just-two-blokes]

Beryl Patmore is the type of person to say that Thomas Barrow is a sarcastic, oily and smug person but the moment you dare to insult him, she will personally make you regret it.

Phyllis Baxter is the type of person to roll her eyes every time Thomas talks about Richard but always smiles proudly to herself when Thomas tells her about his shared afternoon with the valet.

Daisy Parker is the type of person to pretend like she doesn’t know about Mr. Ellis but when she knows that he is visiting, she would bake his favorite biscuits and tell him that she’s happy he’s here.

Andy Parker is the type of person to pretend to be oblivious but has already overheard so many phone calls between Thomas and Richard that made him smile mischievously.

The whole DA staff pretends to not care so much but in reality, they secretly all love their butler and just want to see him happy.

[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

Mrs Patmore, Mrs Hughes, Mr Carson - polymer clay minis

[kidcataldo]

mrs patmore’s coming for me

storm season has arrived my friends

[bonhughbon]

DOWNTON ABBEY + Barbie Posters (3/3)

[womeninfictionandirl]

Mrs Patmore & Daisy by Nathanna Erica

[angelswing236]

"Give me that, before anything happens."

Fictober 2023

Category: Fanfiction

Fandom: Downton Abbey

Mrs Hughes could hear the commotion in the kitchen long before she saw it.

‘What do think you’re doing, Mr Molesley?’ came Mrs Patmore’s strident voice. ‘Have you taken leave of your senses?’

‘I have not! I am showing these good people, demononstrating if you will, Mrs Patermore, Mrs Matpore, Mrs Patmore, the proper way to de-cork a bottle of champagne,’ Mr Molesley replied with a certain level of inebriated yet dignified decorum. ‘You do it… with a sword!’

‘Aye, well, that’s all well and good, but that’s a bottle of ginger beer you’re holding, not champagne, and that’s one of my de-boning knives you’re waving about, not a sword!’ Mrs Patmore pointed out, all no-nonsense, long-suffering, unimpressed Yorkshire woman. ‘And the only thing you’re demonstrating is how to cut your hand off in one swift move, you silly man!’

Mrs Hughes descended the last step and paused for a moment, girding her loins to deal with this situation. With Mr Carson, Miss Swire and her ladyship all coming down with the Spanish flu tonight, this was the last thing she needed.

‘What in heaven’s name is going on in here?’ she asked in her best authoritative voice as she swept into the kitchen.

A gaggle of maids, footmen and hall boys stood giggling and smirking around the servants’ hall as Mr Molesley held court near the head of the table, a bottle of ginger beer in one hand, the de-boning knife in his other, the razor-sharp blade resting against the cork in the bottle.

His face lit up at the sight of her. ‘Mrs Hughes! Ah, now, you are a woman of the world! I know you’ve been around a fair bit -‘

‘I beg your pardon!’ Mrs Hughes barked, shooting a quelling glare at a tittering hall boy.

‘I mean that in an entirely respectabubble way, of course,’ Mr Molesley said anxiously, his face falling as he belatedly realised he may have inadvertently caused offence.

Mrs Hughes fixed him with a look and held out her hand. ‘Give me that knife, please. Now.’

‘He won’t listen,’ Thomas said, sitting on the other side of Molesley, calmly smoking a cigarette, tapping the ash off. ‘Me and Mrs Patmore have both tried to reason with him.’

‘He will if he knows what’s good for him,’ Mrs Hughes replied, ominously. ‘Mr Molesley, I really must insist.’

‘What I mean is you know about different customs; you’ll appreciate this,’ Mr Molesley continued, oblivious to the warning in Mrs Hughes’ voice.

‘Give me that, before anything happens,’ Mrs Hughes repeated, holding out her hand.

Instead, Mr Molesley addressed the room, ready to perform for his audience. ‘I am about to execute a trick of the high-hic-highest calibre! Behold the champagne and sword de-corking!’

With that, he slashed the knife quickly up the neck of the bottle, yelping and dropping the bottle as he succeeded only in slicing open the top of his middle finger.

Ginger beer foamed from the sturdy but cracked glass bottle as blood gushed from Mr Molesley’s finger, the two mixing together in an unholy reddish mess.

He stared at the blood as if puzzled by what it was and how it got there and then turned sheet white, his eyes rolling around towards the housekeeper.

‘Do you know, I don’t feel terribly well, Mrs Hughes,’ he mumbled, the knife tumbling from his hand as he closed his eyes and crumpled towards the floor, caught at the last minute by Thomas springing from his chair and Stephen, one of the taller hall boys.

Another hall boy gingerly picked up the bloodied de-boning knife and put it on the table as Mr Molesley lolled unconscious between Thomas and Stephen, bleeding everywhere.

‘I told him that knife were sharp,’ Mrs Patmore observed, coming up beside Mrs Hughes, looking at the tableau in front of her in disdain. ‘Is the doctor still here? Happen we’ll need him to bandage up D’Artagnan over there.’

Mrs Hughes sighed. ‘God save me from men who can’t hold their liquor and their ideas of grandeur.’

Next to her, Mrs Patmore snorted. ‘Like that will ever happen. Even the Almighty hasn’t got that kind of time on his hands.’

[such-g00d-luck]

Downton Abbey characters in their opposite sexes.

Not gonna lie, for me, 'Mrs' Carson wins.

[shipthecarsons]

Saw this post in one of the Downton Facebook groups. Was going to send them links to some of our M rated fanfics haha (literally no one ever is imagining it ever... my ass) 😆

[chelsietx]

Downton Abby Chelsie - I open this in Chrome so I can translate.

[just-two-blokes]

Beryl: 'Alright, who stole the last biscuit from the tin without asking?'

Thomas: 'I did.'

Beryl: 'And do you have anything to say for yourself?'

Thomas *raising an eyebrow*: 'Be gay, do crimes.‘

Beryl: 'What..'

Thomas: 'Richard told me.'

Beryl: 'RICHARD ELLIS!'

[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

Downton doodles pt 3!