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Summary: A family occasion takes a turn for a worse when Mary tells her aunt Bridie to drop dead, which she takes seriously. At her wake, Michelle has the bright idea to bring laced scones, which are taken and distributed among the guests.

A/N: credits to @crumpets-are-better-with-jam for writing out the script of the episode for me :)) btw just a warning, it gets a bit heated a little towards the end, but not too much i think. Also talks of drugs bc duh

***

It was becoming a bit difficult to keep up with who knew about Y/n and James’ relationship and who didn’t. Y/n’s sister Erin knew that she fancied James, but wasn’t updated on the fact that they had been dating for over three months now. Clare knew that the pair were going out after catching them kissing at the Take That concert a few weeks ago. But the rest of the group and the teens’ families were none the wiser.

Except for Y/n’s father, Gerry.

One night, everyone was hanging around the Quinn household. There were movies, loads of chatting, and some dinner. But with so many people in the house, it was hard to have even a moment alone with James. So, while everyone argued over what to put on next, Y/n snuck out to the front room, boyfriend close behind.

“I thought we weren’t gonna try to keep things a secret,” James said as he leaned against the wall, Y/n tucked into his side and holding his hand.

“I know Jamie. But with situations like this, I think it’s better to sneak away. I mean, imagine the shock that would come to Mammy, Granda, or Michelle if any of ’em found out.”

“Yeah…” James sighed, realizing Y/n was right.

“Now imagine if all three of them found out at the same time.” Y/n laughed at the idea while James’ eyes widened in horror. “Besides, wanting a moment to ourselves isn’t all bad, right?” She asked, looking up at the boy.

“Right.” He mirrored her soft smile before leaning down to catch her lips in a kiss that was eagerly returned. 

So eager that the two didn’t hear the door open.

“You’re lucky it’s me catching you two instead of your mother,” Gerry spoke, startling Y/n and James, who jumped apart. He felt a bit awkward catching his daughter kissing her boyfriend, but he didn’t look too surprised that she had a boyfriend in the first place.

“Da, I can explain.” Y/n tried to go on, but Gerry held up a hand, signaling her to stop.

“I already know.” He said with a smile, hands clasping behind his back. “About you two. Never would’ve if they didn’t decide to film that concert you girls went to.” That new information mortified Y/n and James. But they didn’t have time to fully react, because Gerry continued. “I think the three of us should have a little chat.”

***

The conversation wasn’t as bad as Y/n thought it would’ve been. Gerry was clearly happy and okay with the relationship, just wanting to make sure that they weren’t doing anything too serious. That topic might’ve been the most embarrassing part of the interaction for Y/n.

James, on the other hand, seemed scared shitless the entire time. But Y/n suspected that her father wasn’t so hard on him because of how he was treated by his father-in-law. He probably didn’t want to create some kind of a cycle. Plus, Gerry was pretty fond of James, even before he learned about him and his daughter being an item.

The entire talk played on a loop in Y/n’s head as she sat in church with the rest of her family, waiting for their relative’s wedding to start. Soon enough, the familiar tune of ‘Here Comes The Bride’ started to play, and everyone in the room stood.

“Where do you reckon Aunt Sarah is?” Y/n asked her sister Erin, noticing that a family member was missing from their pew. But her question was soon answered when Sarah entered the room and started walking down the aisle, dressed in white. “Good God.” 

Gasps and murmurs filled the room as Sarah went to stand with her family in the pew, revealing a horrified bride and her father behind her.

“Jesus, but that taxi took forever, so it did.” Sarah sighed. The bride-to-be looked at Sarah, absolutely appalled as she passed by. “Ach, isn’t she gorgeous?”

Mary rolled her eyes and looked up towards the sky as she took a deep breath.

“Give me strength…” She muttered.

***

Y/n was a bit surprised that the Quinn family, mainly her aunt Sarah, was still invited to the reception. But that didn’t stop her from trying to have a good time. She, her sister, and her cousin drank and danced around as they waited for their friends to arrive.

Soon enough, Erin spotted their friends, nudging her sister and cousin to gain their attention. They quickly ran to the venue entrance to meet with the other girls and James.

“Muthafuckas!” Michelle yelled in greetings, arms spread out and grin wide. 

“How’s it been?” Clare asked with a smile.

The sisters and Orla all had different responses, but had the same reaction when Mary snuck up behind the three of them.

“Girls!” The shout startled them, and everyone whipped around to look at her.

“Jesus, Mammy,” Y/n muttered.

“I said you could invite one friend to the reception. One!”

“Mammy, they don’t come separately,” Erin said, rolling her eyes. She thought her mother would’ve learned this after years of friendship.

“We’re like one big set,” Y/n said, gesturing to the group of teenagers.

“Aye, we’re pack animals, Mary,” Michelle said. Mary was about to say something, possibly tell them to leave or further reprimand them, when James spoke.

“I love your hat, Mrs. Quinn.” He said with a smile, eyeing the accessory. Mary smiled, and the girls were surprised to see that her slightly sour mood had seemed to disappear.

“Thanks, son.” She said, giving him a nod before looking at the whole group, a bit more serious. “No wild carry-on. Do you hear me? We’re in enough bother as it is. Best behavior.”

“Completely.” Clare nodded, taking the commands to heart.

“You’ll have no trouble from us, Mary,” Michelle said with an innocent smile, which should be worrying. Mary walked off, and Michelle turned back to the group once she was out of earshot. “Okay, girls, who wants to do drugs?” Y/n snorted at the complete 180, but Michelle was completely serious.

The girls, mainly Michelle and Erin, like always, had a back and forth about the drugs and someone named Macca and so on. Y/n used this moment to turn to James, almost glued to his side at the back of the group as they all walked around the reception party.

“Trying to butter up Mammy, are you?” She asked teasingly, thinking about how James’ little comment completely changed her mother’s sour demeanor.

James laughed a little, throwing his head back, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile stupidly at the boy. He shrugged.

“Well, I figured I might as well start now to try to get on her good side. It’s only a matter of time, I think.” Y/n nodded in agreement.

“We could tell them.” She suggested after a small moment of silence. James perked up, both surprised and delighted by the notion. “I mean, like you said, it’s only a matter of time. And they’d probably prefer hearing it from us over walking in on us doing something.”

James’ cheeks reddened at the sentence. He blinked a few times, his mind clearly drifting off to some kind of thought.

“And by something… you mean like-” Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and music started blasting through the speakers. Y/n lit up in excitement along with the rest of the room, while James looked a bit confused at the commotion that started to happen.

“‘Rock the Boat’! It’s ‘Rock the Boat!” Clare squealed as she recognized the song.

“Happy fuckin’ days!” Michelle said, and the girls ran to the dance floor. Y/n was dragging James behind her, who seemed slightly alarmed by everyone’s intense enthusiasm. 

Everyone sat on the floor in long, giant rows, fighting for space. The girls were able to push their way to the front, synchronously dancing with the rest of the party people. There, the girls continued their drug conversation, with Y/n and James now joining in.

“Look, Michelle,” Clare said to the girl behind her. “Drugs are illegal, drugs are addictive, and perhaps most importantly, in this country, you can lose your kneecaps if you’re caught doing them. And I like my kneecaps, Michelle; they suit my knees.”

“You do have crackin’ kneecaps, Clare.” Orla smiled at the girl, having to leave to the side and turn her head to look at the blonde.

“Is that true?” James asked, lips close to Y/n’s ear.

“What?” Y/n turned around, almost startled by how James was to her face. “Clare’s kneecaps?”

“No. I mean losing your kneecaps.”

“Oh. Clare’s a bit dramatic, Jamie.” The girl turned back around to face ahead. “But she’s a bit right, I think.”

“What?!”

Before any conversations could continue, a dull but loud thud was heard from a corner of the room. Everyone looked to see Aunt Bridie lying on the floor, with the Quinn family looking at Mary in shock.

***

The next few days felt tense at the Quinn household. It was mainly the teenagers being fearful of Mary, because they believed that she was the reason for her Aunt Bridie’s sudden death and didn’t want to be her next victim. The house had never been so clean and tidy.

“I just cannot believe it.” Mary’s tone was almost flat as she stared off into space, clutching her teacup and rarely ever sipping it.

“Listen, Mary,” Sarah said, sitting in the chair beside her. “No matter what you’ve done, you’re still my sister. I’ll stand by you.”

“I haven’t done anything, Sarah.”

“Exactly, love. Everybody knows you didn’t mean to kill the old boot.” Grandpa Joe paused to take a sip of his coffee. “God rest her soul.”

“I didn’t kill her,” Mary responded, immediately tired of the assumption.

“You know what I mean, not kill.” Joe looked around as if he would find the word he was looking for on the wall. “Hex.”

“I didn’t hex her either, Da.” She said defensively. “It was just a very tragic-”

“My mother, she had the gift too, y’know.” Joe interrupted. “By God, that woman could make her enemies drop like flies.”

“Look, I don’t have any gift,” Mary said, letting go of her teacup to lay her hands flat on the table to show finality and seriousness. “There’s no dark forces at play here. I just said somethin’... unfortunate that happened to-”

“Cause her death?” Sarah asked.

“Coincide with her death.” Mary corrected.

Ah, yes. Mary telling her aunt Bridie to drop dead and then her actually doing it was just an unfortunate coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less.

Meanwhile, at the sink, Y/n dried the last dish that Erin washed and handed it to Orla to put away. The three girls had been working as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Mary. Erin was the first to speak, turning around slowly with a nervous tone.

“Right. Well, that’s the dishes done. Would you like another cup of tea, Mammy?”

As if remembering she even had a cup of tea, Mary looked down at the cup and took a quick sip.

“No, I’m fine.”

“I’ll just grab the Hoover n’give the stairs a bit of a going over.”

“Aye, and I can sweep the hall and such,” Y/n added, trying to remember the last place she had seen the broom. 

“And I’ll maybe do a bit of dusting,” Orla said.

Mary raised an eyebrow, suspicion of the girls pulling her out of her dazed and solemn mood.

“What’s gotten into you all?” She asked. “What’re you up to? What’s going on?”

“Nothin’!” Erin answered, still seeming a bit scared. “We just thought that we should pull our weight a bit more, Mammy.”

“You do so much for us, Aunt Mary.”

“Aye, Mammy, you deserve a bit of a break.”

“I can’t hex people, girls,” Mary said frustratedly. “It was an accident.”

As if on cue, Gerry waltzed into the kitchen and smiled at his wife. He placed a hand on her shoulder as part of a greeting.

“So, how’s the Wicked Witch of the North West?” The question seemed so loving and innocent. Y/n would’ve laughed if Mary hadn’t seemed like she was actually about to murder someone.

“Who put fifty p in the eedgit?” Joe asked, glaring at Gerry. Gerry looked at him confused, wondering what he had done this time.

Mary groaned, dropping her head into her hands.

“God, how am I going to go to this wake?”

“It’ll be grand, love,” Joe said. “But listen, say if things do get heated, try not to rise to it. The last thing we want is another dead body on our hands here.”

Mary stared up at Joe with a blank expression.

“I’ll do my best, Da.”

***

Later that evening, the Quinns and McCools arrived at the wake. Everyone seemed a bit surprised and startled to see Mary, clearly believing the rumors that she had been her Aunt Bridie’s undoing. After a slightly awkward encounter with Eamon, Bridie’s son, the girls escaped everyone by going upstairs to the room that held Bridie herself.

“She really suits bein’ dead, doesn’t she?” Orla said after a good moment of solemn silence, staring down at the woman.

“What?” Erin seemed disturbed by what her cousin had said, but Y/n nodded.

“No, yeah, I agree. I like her better like this.”

“Y/n, she’s dead.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you liked her better living?”

Before Erin could answer, the door to the room opened. The girls turned to see Clare peeking her head through.

“Can we come in?” She asked in a whisper.

“Why are you whispering, Clare?” Y/n asked, tilting her head in confusion. Clare paused, thinking it over.

“I don’t know.”

The rest of the group crowded around Bridie’s casket. Michelle and Clare walked to the end by her feet, and James decided to stand behind Y/n. He rested a hand gently on her shoulder, as if to comfort her, and she raised a hand of her own to lay on his, as if to thank him.

“Thanks for comin’, guys.” Erin sighed, seeming slightly distressed now. “It’s nice to have a bit of support in this very difficult time.” Everyone seemed very confused by the statement. 

“You thought she was a dick,” Michelle said.

“I never said that.”

“You did, Erin,” Orla said.

“I’m pretty sure we all thought she was a dick, but you were the vocal one about it,” Y/n added.

“Aye, I’ve definitely heard you say it,” Clare said.

“Okay, can I just check something?” James asked, clearly focused on something else. The girls looked at him, waiting for him to continue. “Everybody else can see the dead body, right?”

Everyone took a glance at the body in question, trying to figure out what the problem was.

“It’s just Bridie, Jamie,” Y/n said.

“It’s Bridie’s corpse.” The boy corrected. “It’s Bridie’s dead corpse.”

“It’s her wake. What were you expectin’?” Michelle asked, rolling her eyes.

“Haven’t you ever seen a dead body before?” Erin asked.

“Of course not!” James nearly yelled, shocked that Erin would even ask such a question. Michelle scoffed.

“Christ, but the English are weird.”

Orla leaned down close to Bridie, taking her face in her hands and looking up at James. She had that childlike but absentminded wonder in her eyes and smile that she always had.

“You can touch her if you want.”

James flinched, moving his hands to Y/n’s hips as he took a slight step back. As he moved back, he maneuvered Y/n to act as a shield between him and the dead body and Orla. James looked at Orla in disgusted shock.

“Why the hell would I want to touch her?” Y/n snorted at James’ suddenly high-pitched voice.

“It’s nice.” Orla smiled brightly.

“Stop it.”

“It’s just a dead body, James,” Clare said in a comforting tone, trying to get him to calm down. “We’re all gonna be one someday.”

“Oh, thanks for that, Clare!” Horrified, James brought Y/n closer until her back was pressed against his front. It was as if everyone else was some sort of strange or bad energy that could only be warded off by Y/n, and she was happy to go along with it. “Yeah, that’s helped!”

“It’s okay, Jamie,” Y/n said, patting one of the hands gripping her hips. James relaxed just a bit, but was still weary because of how weird this whole situation was to him. “Calm yourself.”

“It really makes you think, doesn’t it?” Michelle said solemnly, staring at Bridie for a second before looking at the girls. “Death.” She sighed dramatically, and everyone immediately wondered what she was up to this time. “It just… just makes you wanna… do everythin’ and just… try everythin’.”

“What’s going on, Michelle?” Clare asked, looking at her suspiciously.

“Yeah, what are you on about?” Y/n eyed the girl with a raised brow. Michelle suddenly seemed excited, a stark contrast to her fake grimness.

“Do you wanna see something’ class?” Michelle then threw her purse, which was, for some reason, big and bulky, onto Bridie’s feet. Someone would’ve reprimanded her for disrespecting the deceased by using Bridie as a table, but they were too busy watching her pull a big Tupperware out of her purse. “Prepare yourself, girls.” She then popped the lid off to show what was inside. She looked at her friends excitedly.

“Scones?” Erin asked, clearly unimpressed.

“That’s right.”

“What’s so class about scones?”

“Scones are lovely.” Orla countered, seeming a bit offended by Erin’s uninterest.

“Aye, I like scones.” Clare nodded.

“No, these aren’t any old scones, girls.” Michelle insisted, shaking her head. “These are funny scones.”

“Funny’s the right word, alright,” Y/n said, reaching for one of the scones in the bin to look at it. As she dropped it back in with the rest, she looked at Michelle with a tilt of her head. “What’s so special about ’em?”

“They’re drug scones!” Clare squeaked, pointing urgently at the food. “She’s put the drugs in the scones!”

“Too fuckin’ right, I have,” Michelle said with a grin. “I wanted to do brownies, but this was the only recipe my ma had, so…”

“I don’t think it’s that hard to find a brownie recipe, Michelle,” Y/n said. 

“I’m not goin’ out of my way to find a brownie recipe, Y/n.”

“We talked about this, Michelle. We agreed.” Clare said, bringing the conversation back to the drugs.

“No, we didn’t,” Michelle argued. “Anyway, drugs aren’t illegal when you put them into food. Everybody knows that.”

“I’m not so sure about that, Michelle,” Y/n said.

“Is that right?” James asked sarcastically, almost glaring with bewilderment at his cousin. “I’m not sure that’s right.”

Just then, the door opened, and everybody froze. An old woman walked in, and the girls quickly recognized her as one of the caterers for the wake.

“Any cups up here?” She asked, walking towards them while looking around. She spotted the tub, and before anyone could stop her, she reached out and grabbed it. “I’ll take that.” The woman said simply before leaving the room.

Everyone stared at where the scones had once been, panic running through them all.

“What the fuck just happened?” Michelle asked the room. Y/n looked at the girl with wide eyes.

“I believe a caterer just took your funny fuckin’ scones to give out at our great Aunt Bridie’s wake, Michelle.”

After another moment of feeling frozen, everyone went downstairs as fast as possible without drawing attention. Defeated and not knowing what to do, the girls sat down on the steps. As they settled, they watched Joe pass by with one of the scones in hand.

“What are we gonna do?” Clare asked frantically.

“It’s fine,” Michelle said shortly. But everyone could tell she was just as panicked as the rest.

“It’s definitely not fine!” Clare hissed. “There’s drug scones down there. People’ll eat the drug scones, then we’ve drugged those people, Michelle.”

“Our granda included.” Y/n butted in, resting her chin on the top of James’ head, who was sitting on one of the steps just below her. “Lord knows what’ll happen to him.”

“So?” Michelle said, clearly worried but trying to seem aloof. “Drugging people isn’t a crime.”

“You’ve a very loose grasp of the law, Michelle,” James said, rubbing at his eyes in disbelief and exhaustion.

“What kind of person brings hash scones to a wake?” Erin asked with a scowl. Michelle scoffed.

“Typical.” She said. “I try to do a nice thing, and this is the thanks I get.”

“A nice thing?” Y/n repeated in disbelief, turning back to look at Michelle. “Oh yeah, how nice. Let’s all get hopped up illegally at a wake. Oh, wait. We can’t, because someone took your stupid scones!”

“It’s terrible,” Clare added, sounding as panicked and scared as usual. “There’s old people down there; what if an old person takes one?”

“Why does everyone get so sentimental about old people?” Michelle asked. “Old people are arseholes.” 

“We’ve got to get ’em back, girls,” Erin said, starting to get scared of the thought of any of her family having a funny scone.

“Look, I’m not disagreeing with you. I bought that stuff so I could get high, not your great Uncle Colm.”

“Oh Christ, I didn’t even think about that,” Y/n muttered. Colm was already a character to begin with; him being high as balls would probably turn him either more boring or unmanageable. Y/n stood up and faced the girls. “Here’s the plan. I’ll head to the kitchen to grab whatever’s left. The rest of you go and find the ones that people have taken and pray that they haven’t taken a bite yet.”

“And remember, girls,” Erin said, standing up with her sister. “Be subtle.” Everyone nodded and split up to do their tasks.

Y/n went to the kitchen and quietly crept to the swinging door. She took a quick look, saw that the few people inside were occupied with different things, and carefully walked in. She was surprised to see her father ranting about cross-contamination and using different bowls. Y/n wondered if he had been roped into helping in the kitchen, but whether he was forced or had volunteered, she smiled at the sight of his sudden passion.

Y/n spotted the scones, about half the amount from the last time she saw them, now plated on a serving platter. While reaching for the plate, the door opened behind her.

“Now listen here, you.” Y/n flinched and turned around quickly, recognizing the voice to be her granda Joe. But he wasn’t looking at her. As usual, he directed his pointed look to Gerry, who looked at his father-in-law, both confused and annoyed.

“Yes, Joe?”

“I just wanna say…” Joe trailed off, getting closer to Gerry and putting a hand on his shoulder. Gerry and Y/n looked at the old man in bewilderment when he laughed. “I think you’re doing a fine job.” Then he patted Gerry’s cheek before turning around and walking out of the kitchen. “Keep up the good work.”

Gerry and Y/n turned their shocked stares to each other once Joe was out of the room. The only thing that broke their eye contact was a timer going off, which somehow snapped Gerry back into his working mode. Using the opportunity of her dad’s distractedness, Y/n swiped the platter and walked out.

The girl soon realized that she and her friends never agreed on a place to meet after retrieving the scones. But not wanting anyone to see her wander around with a platter of scones, she snuck back upstairs, where she was surprised to see James slowly wandering the hallway.

“Hey,” Y/n said with relief, glad it was him instead of a stranger. Or worse, her mother.

“Hey.” He smiled at her, holding up a scone as he walked closer to her. “Found your uncle Colm with this.” He sat the scone on top of the others.

“Thank God you got it before he took a bite.” Y/n laughed lightly, James joining in. “Were you just waiting for someone to come up?”

“Yeah, I thought being up here would be better than wandering around where everyone else was.”

“Smart.” Y/n nodded once, looking around the empty hall. “What do you suppose we do about all of these?”

The two thought for a moment, racking their brains for an idea. James suddenly snapped his fingers.

“Remember when you snuck over to mine that one night, and we watched Goodfellas?”

“Aye, Ray Liotta was a dream, wasn’t he?”

“Sure.” James rolled his eyes at the comment. “But do you remember how Karen got rid of the drugs?”

Y/n took a quick second to think about whether or not she did, in fact, remember. The most memorable things of the night she snuck over to James’ were Ray Liotta, the snacks James had snuck up to his room, and kissing each other to keep loud talking or laughs from gaining the attention of the rest of the household.

“You think it’ll work?” Y/n asked once she remembered what James was talking about. “I mean, these are scones.”

“What other options do we have?” James asked. And to be honest, Y/n couldn’t think of any.

The sound of a knob turning startled the two teens. They scrambled to hide the stolen platter of scones behind them just before the bathroom door a bit down the hall opened up. A middle-aged woman that Y/n barely recognized walked out, and Y/n and James smiled politely at her as she passed.

Once she was down the stairs, James and Y/n ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind them.

“Let’s just wait for the others here,” Y/n said, balancing the platter on the sink so she wouldn’t have to hold it any longer. “So… what d’ya wanna do?”

It took a few seconds of silence before Y/n and James rushed at each other, quickly becoming a mess of tangled limbs and clashing lips. The couple rarely had time alone for things like this, the heat of the moment always being ignored because of the fear of being caught. But with a locked door, a few minutes of making out couldn’t do much harm.

Y/n’s hands buried themselves into James’ curls, tugging at them as he backed her into the wall next to the door. A hand cupped the back of her neck while the other stayed gripped on her waist, keeping her in place. Not that she’d want to leave.

James’ lips strayed away from Y/n’s, leaving featherlight kisses across her cheek and jaw before settling on her neck. The hand on Y/n’s neck pulled back her hair, giving James the access he needed to nip and suck lightly at the sensitive skin just below Y/n’s ear.

“Are you marking me?” She asked, breath hitching. She wasn’t opposing the matter, far from it, really. But she was a bit surprised to have this kind of behavior coming from James.

“Just a bit.” He replied breathlessly, kissing the slightly sore spot before returning to Y/n’s lips. “For a bit of fun, y’know?” Y/n giggled. She was lucky that she could probably hide the soon-to-be mark by keeping her hair down.

“Sure, just a bit of fun.” She replied, pecking James’ lips a few times.

The two were able to get themselves straightened out just before the rest of the girls found them. They closed the door behind them, and James caught them all up on the plan.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Michelle sighed as she and the rest of the group broke apart the scones and dropped the crumbled bits into the toilet. “It’s fuckin’ heartbreaking.”

“Believe me, Michelle, it’s better this way,” Y/n said, grabbing another laced scone. “Granda’s had one, and now he’s acting, like, really fuckin’ weird.”

“You’re being paranoid.”

“He was nice to Daddy.” The group made noises of shock and disbelief. “Exactly. And if Mammy starts asking questions…”

“You’re Ma won’t trace it back to us.”

“Are you serious?” Erin asked Michelle. “She traces everything back to us. She traces things we haven’t even done back to us!”

“Are you sure this’ll work?” Clare asked James.

“This is how you get rid of drugs, Clare.” He said confidently, as if this wasn’t the first time he’s had to do this. “I’ve seen Goodfellas, like, twenty times.”

“Aye, good movie,” Y/n commented as she brushed her hands on her jeans to get rid of the crumbs that stuck to her nervously sweaty palms. 

“That’s not the only way.” Orla countered. “I watched this film once about this girl who was tryin’ to hide drugs, and what she did was she shoved them right up her—”

“I’m not sticking a scone up my hole, Orla.” Michelle hissed. Orla shrugged, raising her hands in defense.

Once everyone was done breaking down the scones, Clare sighed, seeming as nervous and panicked as always.

“Okay, I’m gonna flush.” She did so, and everyone watched as not much happened. “Is it working?”

“‘Course it’s working,” James said, still sure of his plan.

But then the water started to rise, and everyone started to panic.

“Jesus Christ!” Erin yelped in a high-pitched voice. “Why is the water rising, James?”

“I don’t know! The water didn’t rise in Goodfellas!”

“We’ve clogged it.”

“Who has a plunger?” Orla asked, seeming to be the most calm of the group.

“I’m afraid I left the house without me plunger tonight, Orla,” Erin replied, clearly sarcastic. 

“Aye, me too,” Orla replied seriously. “Nightmare, so it is.”

The toilet started flooding faster, and the girls scrambled around in a panic. Scone water was beginning to spill onto the floor, and everyone had to stop themselves from gagging as they tried to find a way to clean it up. This situation couldn’t possibly get any worse.

“Dear God…” Everyone whipped around to see the adults of the Quinn and McCool families, plus Bridie’s son, Eamon. Erin laughed nervously, deciding to be the one to find an excuse.

“It looks worse than it is.” Was all she said, which really wasn’t much of an excuse.

“My mother was right about you people,” Eamon said, horrified and angry. “Wild animals have more manners.”

“We didn’t have a plunger, Eamon!” Orla shouted.

“Get out!” He yelled. “Get out!”

The teens did so gladly, running out of the bathroom and out of the house. They gathered on the front lawn, and they couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the evening. But they still feared what would happen when Mary walked out.

“The night wasn’t all that bad, I think,” James said quietly, only Y/n being able to hear him. She looked up at him curiously.

“How so?”

Instead of speaking, he raised his hand to cup her neck, gently tapping where he had bruised her. She gasped, pushing his hand away before the two of them fell into laughter, not caring about the confused looks their friends gave them.

“I’ll see you Monday, then?” He asked when they had calmed down a bit. Y/n caught a glimpse of her mother leaving the house before she answered.

“If I live that long.”

~~~

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Auntie Bridie's shrewd eyes darted to Jim. "Séamus." She greeted coolly. "Didn't know you were in town. Just come in from Dublin, have you?"

"Aye," Jim lied.

Auntie Bridie turned her piercing stare to Tex, taking in the sight of her hand in Jim's. "And who are you?"

Tex cleared their throat. They offered their hand with a shy smile on her face. "Howdy! I'm Tex Sonata; I've been living with Mr. and Mrs. Quinn, living with them while I attend the local university." she drawled, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am."

Auntie Bridie's sour expression melted and much to everyone's surprise, she smiled as she took Tex's hand. "Just call me Auntie Bridie," she replied warmly, happy to speak to anyone that wasn't Joe's girls, "how's Derry been treating you?"

Tex's shy smile morphed into something sweet as they thoughtlessly squeezed Jim's hand. "It's been mighty nice, Auntie Bridie. I'm really happy to be here."

Auntie Bridie spared Jim a knowing smirk. "Aye, I'm glad to hear that."

"So, Eamonn, any craic with you?" Aunt Mary asked, taking pity on Jim. "You seeing anyone? Should I maybe buy myself a new hat?"

"Aye sure Mary, that thing does nothing for you." Aunt Sarah muttered.

"Eamonn isn't seeing anyone." Auntie Bridie answered before Eamonn could.

"Is that a feeling, Bridie? Or an instruction?" Uncle Jerry quipped.

Tex cleared their throat loudly in the tense silence that followed and, ready to split before he made things worse by laughing, Jim tugged them along toward the drinks table to let the adults bicker like wains and as soon as they each had a glass of champagne, they set off to find the actual wains whispering amongst each other.

"What're we whispering about?" Jim asked, grinning ear to ear.

Orla brightened. "Dru-"

"Just talking about goss from school," Michelle interrupted, shooting Orla a glare.

Tex laughed softly. "Go on then," they drawled, giving Jim's hand a soft squeeze, "give us the 411."

[shitchannel4you]

I'm back. Allso buu my recept

Hay there. I'm back again. I'm back and try to do my best sens I have been gone and have been so tired after what happened earlier. Hope you all are fine. And I'm sorry for not been ACTIVE all the time. I HAVE BEEN so devastated after my aunt have been deported out from Sweden. I HAVE BEEN SO SAD SO I COULDN'T CONSENTRATE. BUT I TRYING TO COME BACK AGAIN.

ANYWAY. ABOUT BIRDIE

You heard right. Birdie The seagull have a message about me. We both have been gone for a wile. Birdie on vacation, and I worked. And yes. I HAVE moved out from my childhood home. Now I'm part time free. However. Bridie and I came up with a idea if you could support ja so I could rescue my economy sens I faild SAVING my aunt from deporting and not then the rent have been sky high expensive, it Will not be possible for me to handle it as I planed. However. IF I succed to find a second job. EVERYTHING would be better for me. But meanwile, I HAVE TO find away to pay my loan. And thats why I created my recept ås I want to share and sale to. just $1. Then It's fine. Go to gumroad and buy my recept. You choose the price.

Hope you Will like it. So Pleace. help me.

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#BookReview My Not So Functional Family by Bridie Jabour @ZaffreBooks @kellyalacey #bookblogger #Reader #booktwt #Sharingiscaring #Uplit

My Not So Functional Family by Bridie Jabour Claudia is getting married in a week. Well, she’s supposed to be.Arriving back at her childhood home, Claudia is faced with spending the week with her her arguing siblings, dramatic mother, and nuisance aunt. Desperately awaiting the arrival of her best friend Nora for moral support, Claudia starts to question her relationship.What if her ex-boyfriend…

[harrietmjones]

[From this post]

Haven’t been sent a fandom, just wanting to do this Derry Girls one for myself. 💚

The character I least understand: Out of the main lot, I guess it would be Michelle.

Interactions I enjoyed the most: Any combo between the group, though I enjoy Orla and James. Also when anyone gets caught by Uncle Colm.

The character who scares me the most: There’s no one really but I guess, Tina O'Connell.

The character who is mostly like me: Clare (tiny bit of Orla).

Hottest looks character: Father Peter I guess (sans ponytail)?

One thing I dislike about my fave character: They don’t come separately, so I’d say the occasional genuine negative feelings and reactions towards one another that the group have had.

One thing I like about my hated character: Jenny Joyce knows herself as a person, at least in my eyes.

A quote or scene that haunts me: Sean’s death.

A death that left me indifferent: There wasn’t one, as far as I can think. They all made me feel something. Actually Aunt Bridie I’d say.

A character I wish died but didn’t: There’s no one, can’t pick.

My ship that never sailed: It did kind of sail but I guess in terms of what we see in the show, I’d say Erin and James.

Other fandoms I’ve done:

The Marvelous Mrs Maisel

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Ellie and Abbie (and Ellie’s Dead Aunt) (2020) Monica Zanetti

May 23rd 2021

[beautifulscreaminglady]

so the wee protestant boys were on the cast list for the finale but I didn’t spot them. were they at the party or is the cast list a lie?

[lily-chen-supremacy]

Everything Underrated In Derry Girls

sister michael and her one-liners

"we're mary and gerry and we're living in derry"

granda joe having to be high on drug scones to actually be nice to gerry

the drug scones

nicola coughlan filming both bridgerton and derry girls at the same time

“i’m the wee lesbian” (requested by: @whyarewewlwlikethat)

erin saying "ah-ha! and she also fancies james. don't you find that a bit weird?" and then going out with him to prom in season 2

how the gang hates james for being english and not for him being supposedly gay

THEIR ACCENTS

james saying "everyone here uses the word 'wee' to describe things that aren't even small!"

colm mccool being an energy-sucking vampire

orla going with granda joe to the prom (and being the only one to actually have fun)

"swear on dolly!"

aunt sarah and ma mary trying to steal their mammy's earrings from bridie's dead body

"well if you lot had stopped trying to invade us for five fucking minutes, there'd be a lot less to wade through!"

how they get 'dreams' by the cranberries stuck in your head for days on end

"the rioting won't start for another two to three hours, we have time."

the one thing the prods and the catholics have in common is getting chewed out by their parents

michelle flirting with an IRA fugitive because he’s supposed to be her soulmate

"we have alot in common, we're both very spiritual, and he doesn't think I'm a prick, and neither do i" (requested by: @browngirl1973)

(16,17 and 18 requested by: @shieldmaiden19 )

if you want to add anything, feel free to ask me in the comments!

[ivywccds]

— was that IVY WOOD passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of fistfulls of glitter being released into the air, an unabashed willingness to try again and again…..endlessly, the radiating warmth of sunshine on your soul, bedazzled bats, the sound of your name echoing through a stadium, and, compassion enough to make up for whatever else she may be lacking, which i suppose seems to fit that HUFFLEPUFF. they’re actually pretty FREE-SPIRITED, SPARKLY, and ENTHUSIASTIC for a TWENTY-FOUR year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a BEATER for the MONTROSE MAGPIES & SCOTTISH NATIONAL TEAM? have you heard that rumor has it that that PUREBLOOD has stayed NEUTRAL? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else. – pinterest || playlist

→ NAME: iverson ‘ivy’ adelyn wood → NICKNAMES:  ivy, ives, glitter girl,  Glitter Demon™ → AGE / D.O.B.: 22 / 7 january → SPECIES: pureblood witch → GENDER / PRONOUNS: cisfemale / she&her → SEXUALITY: open to love in all it’s multifaceted glory, but this is irrelevant because Ivy is .... → RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in a relationship with Ludo Bagman 

FAMILY → PARENTS: gregor wood, ministry: dept. of int’l magical cooperation                       lottie reid wood, homemaker? idk don’t @ me  → SIBLINGS: none → COUSINS: alisdair, jamie, bridie → PETS: clyde, long-eared owl she came home from the shops with one christmas because ‘he’s got the cutest little hoot, listen, listen’ ‘hooo’ ‘😍‘

LIFESTYLE → NATIONALITY: scottish → SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english and french, (and that special language between player and referee)  → OCCUPATION: beater: montrose magpies; scottish national team ( !!! )  → DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: occasionally, occasionally, not anymore → RELIGION: god is a woman and heaven is whatever you want to be --

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES → FACE CLAIM: sarah hyland → HEIGHT: 5ft. 5 in. → WEIGHT: 115 lbs → BUILD: petite and proportional, toned muscles → HAIR: long brown hair - tied up on the pitch, otherwise:  curled, falls to her (natural) waist → EYE COLOR: hazel → DOMINANT HAND: right → SCENT: sweet pea and peonie → NERVOUS HABITS: paces, crosses and uncrosses her legs, start stops a thousand sentences, tears up, chews the ends of her hair

CHARACTER → MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good → MBTI: enfp → WESTERN ZODIAC: capricorn → SONG: just a girl - no doubt

MAGIC → WAND: blue spruce, phoenix feather, 10 ¼", swishy → PATRONUS: st bernard → BOGGART:  she doesn’t want to talk about it, and i’d like to respect that

BIO

a PROUD card-holding member of the Wood Family Quidditch Dynasty™

are you surprised? the bedazzled bat is her signature

like her cousins (sorry, jamie), aunt, and uncle - ivy was born for the sport, and her path towards a pro career was as much a given as that of her cousins - again, so sorry, jamie

her father, though ... it really wasn’t his thing, so, as a child, the young, glittery monstrosity saw plenty of the boring ministry’s walls – and hated practically every minute of it

her mother didn’t play, either, but neither parent ever considered not supporting her ..... vicious enthusiasm for the sport

she is an only child, though, so ... that shows sometimes

no matter how much she loves her family

and if anyone asks – and many have – ivy tends to credit growing up with the family she did as the secret behind her powerful batting arm

 playing with ferocity was never not an option

she had options upon her graduation from hogwarts (proud hufflepuff, y’all) but still chose to sign on the dotted line with uncle lachlan – and even then, he assured her, she would never be guaranteed a starting spot 

he wasn’t lying, but the spot is hers regardless, and she dares you to name a beater in the league she should be fearful to face off with

and to put the cherry on top of her insane hard work and dedication to her craft ... ivy was invited to the Scottish National Team

to her, it’s a true honor, and one she’s proud to have achieved 

anyways, everything she owns is covered in glitter

e v e r y t h i n g

when she’s not on the pitch ... and she very frequently is ... she tends to look as though she’s about to hit the hottest spot in town

 as far as she’s concerned, though, wherever she ends up is the place to be

she has so many hobbies - designing, baking, crafting, knitting ...

lying about knitting

you name it, she’s probably tried it

she likes to be busy

she is a meddler, and she will meddle in your life every chance you give her (and even when you don’t)

she is also incredibly prone to dramatics, and schemes, and if you aren’t careful, she’ll drag you straight into her shenanigans

she’s a sweetheart, though, and fiercely loyal to the people she loves

but she’s not a fool, no matter what impression she gives off from day to day; ivy is a fairly good judge of character, and is careful to only give her true self to the people who love her best

that’s not to say you’re likely to run afoul of the girl, however – though. should you find that you have, beware of glitter bombs: a shower of stupidity for the world to see

for the most part, ivy is genuinely warm and kind, and though she does have the overstuffed ego of so many other athletes of her calibre, her ego should always be taken with a grain of salt; the girl is about as down to earth as they come

and that’s pretty impressive, considering she’d always rather be on a broom.

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Part 1

Y/n is Erin Quinn’s sister. Waiting for Michelle to come to the bus stop, the gang meets her cousin. Unfortunately, he’s English. ~3.7k words

Part 2

The girls and James just want to go on the school trip to Paris. They don’t have any money, but their solution to the problem just puts them in a deeper hole. ~4.4k words

Part 3

The girls found themselves in a bigger mess than they expected, involving exams, a dog, and a priest. ~4.6k words

Part 4

Y/n’s family become hosts to a girl who was affected by the Chernobyl disaster. She seems to take a liking to James and Y/n doesn’t understand why she doesn’t like this until she has a talk with David Donnelly. ~4.1k words

Part 5

The Quinn family’s yearly trip out of Derry is near, and this time they’re bringing Michelle, James, and Clare. What will be worse; some stranger hiding in the boot of the Quinn’s car to get away from Derry, or Y/n having to spend hours smushed next to James and trying to make sure no beans are spilled? ~4k words

Part 6

Erin becomes editor of the school magazine. When she decides to publish a anonymous confession, many truths come out. And Orla can’t stop doing step aerobics. ~4.3k words

Part 7

The girls go on an outdoor pursuits weekend with a bunch of Protestants from an all boys school. There’s absolutely no way this could go wrong. ~4.3k words

Part 8

A new English teacher comes to Our Lady Immaculate and inspires the girls in more ways than one. ~4.7k words

Part 9

The girls have been waiting for months to see Take That in Belfast. When a polar bear is on the loose and Mary forbids them from going, they have to take matters into their own hands. ~5.8k words

Part 10

A family occasion takes a turn for a worse when Mary tells her aunt Bridie to drop dead, which she takes seriously. At her wake, Michelle has the bright idea to bring laced scones, which are taken and distributed among the guests. ~5.3k words

Part 11

As prom approaches, the girls find a strange friend in the new Our Lady Immaculate student. ~8.8k words

[mia-soufi2018]

Princess Diana's twin nieces Lady Amelia and Lady Eliza Spencer say they 'wish they'd spent more time with their aunt' who died when they were 5 - as they reveal they've moved to London from South Africa

By Bridie Pearson-jones For Mailonline - July 12th 2021, 9:49:44 am

The twins, 29, who are the daughters of Diana's younger brother Earl Spencer, 57, spoke to HELLO! about their plans to 'embrace all that London has to offer'.

[olehistorian]

PHYLLIS Logan is only minutes back from New York where the actress has been promoting the new Downton Abbey movie. The national station PBS has been beaming out interviews across the nation, given the series about toffs and toff-servers has been such an success in the classless land of the free.

Logan’s voice is soft and a little subdued. She speaks in thumbnails, not given to flourishes at all. I factor in that the expansive, often dramatic language of hyperbole was spoken by very few in Renfrewshire in the 1950s and 1960s (yet actors tend to be more effusive). And I factor in jetlag of course.

But then again, perhaps there’s a little more of her laconic head housekeeper character Mrs Hughes in Phyllis Logan than we’d suspected? “Well, I can be a bit snippy, a bit terse,” she offers, smiling. “But only to my nearest and dearest.” Would Kevin (actor husband Kevin McNally) agree with that? “Probably,” she says, dryly.

Logan’s thoughts on the Mrs Hughes comparison continues: “She was written down in the script, of course, but I like to think I gave her the legs to run. But when you play a character there are always elements of you in that person. You can’t completely step away from yourself.”

Downton is a phenomenal television success story. The series, which began eight years ago featuring the Crawley family and their legion of servants, began with the Titanic going down, and has covered plague, rape, murder, interwoven with romance, often crossing the class barriers.

Logan’s character was voted No 1 Ever in a 2014 Radio Times poll; no mean feat given the subdued nature of Mrs H, a woman to whom flashes of excitement are to be discouraged as much as relations with those upstairs.

Yet, the original script described Elsie Hughes as a Yorkshire woman. Logan reveals it was only when the casting directors heard the Scot’s natural voice that they asked her to read in her own accent. “I was happy when she was cast as a Scot. She had that Scottish bluntness and I felt right because I have known women like her.”

During the six series of Downton, Mrs Hughes negotiated Branson the chauffeur’s assassination attempt, Carson’s Spanish flu and helped Ethel with her illegitimate Upstairs son, Charlie. The psychologist with an apron also sorted out Thomas’s homosexuality. And although she fell for Mr Carson, (or at least lurched slightly in his direction) it took a bit of persuasion before she agreed to a “full” marriage, where he would make occasional visits downstairs.

“We all know those types,” grins Logan. “But what’s nice about her is she does have a sense of humour. And she’s quite forward thinking. She’s a republican, and has a socialist bent to her for sure.”

Does Logan have left-wing sympathies, considering her late father, an engineer, was a trade unionist? She deflects by referring to Mrs Hughes. “She was of a different type. She knew people were thrown into a caste system but had to make the best of it.”

Yes, but what about you, Phyllis? Did you feel working class containment in Johnstone, where most people’s horizons didn't stretch beyond Rootes car plant or the local carpet factory (where John Byrne took inspiration for The Slab Boys – Logan appeared in the sequel, Cuttin’ A Rug)?

“You just accepted the way things were,” she says, sounding ever so Mrs Hughes. “I never thought I’d break out and become posh. But I did think it would be nice to spread my wings a little.”

Just a little? She smiles and adds: “But I didn’t audition for some of the big London drama schools. I thought that was a step too far for me at the time so I went to Glasgow.”

Not a risk taker. Not a wild child. But very, very good at what she does. Despite her careers teacher declaring the teenager was wasting her time with acting, Logan picked up the James Bridie Gold Medal at the RSAMD. On leaving she landed work at Dundee Rep and worked continuously throughout the 1970s and 1980s with the likes of Borderline Theatre. Real talent was revealed. Yet few would have expected her to land the role of Britain’s most popular posh totty in dodgy antiques dealer series Lovejoy.

Aged 30 in 1986, Logan walked into an audition room as Lady Felsham. Logan’s Lady had a cut-glass accent, spoke authoritatively of renaissance art and invoked a world of stately homes and castles. But in reality, Logan’s only castle connection was her housing scheme, Johnstone Castle, where the recognised art on living room walls was a classic Sara Moon picture. This new cut-glass accent had somehow emerged from a world where ginger bottles were a form of currency.

Logan’s clever deception (aided by being forced to speak RP at drama college) revealed that you don’t have to be a loud extrovert to be emboldened enough to convince you are actually blue blooded: you just need to be talented. “I can’t believe looking back now that 20 million were watching us on Sunday nights. The show was so huge.”

Many other drama successes followed such as Mike Leigh’s Secrets and Lies. But did she feel Downton would be the massive success it became? “I read the scripts and loved them. And when I heard Maggie Smith and Hugh (Bonneville) and Penelope (Wilton) were on board it looked good. Then we signed an option for three series but there was always the chance it could have gone down the pan after one.” Her voice lifts. “And then six came along.”

Did this kill the fear, the insecurity that comes with being an actor waiting to be hired? She answers indirectly. “It used to be that you always knew that when one job was finishing another would be on its way. But that seems to be far less the case these days. That’s why it was great having that guarantee of six months' work each year. And each time it was like going back to school after the summer holidays and seeing your friends.”

Logan seems the worrying type, so why volunteer for a life of insecurity? “And rejection,” she adds in soft voice. “And I’ve had a certain amount of that.” She thinks for a second and makes a dramatic statement that seems out of character. “You know, I wanted this part in Downton so badly I think I might have given up [acting] had I not got it. I don’t often feel that. Usually I have a what’s-for-you-will-not-go-by-you outlook.”

She laughs and allows herself a little flightiness: “Somehow I felt, ‘This is mine! It’s meant to be.'" She then contains herself and becomes more Mrs Hughes. “No, I felt I’d like to give it a bash.”

Logan certainly didn’t get into acting for the glory. She doesn’t seem to be consumed by ambition or the fripperies of acting success. She had genuinely forgotten she’d won a Bridie Gold Medal, and mention of her Bafta for Another Time, Another Place, (the 1983 Scotswoman falls for Italian POW tragic romance) doesn’t swell her head in the slightest. What she does want, however, is to act. All the time. In all the best roles.

“I just wanted to be the best I could. To find the truth in every role. You don’t think about awards. Acting has been the only thing that remotely interested me since I played Mary in the Nativity play at primary school. Then at Johnstone High I’d join every club that had anything to do with acting and take trips to the Citizens'. I’d be in any play going, starting in the chorus and working my way up to playing Polly in the Boyfriend.”

But, of course, there have been set backs. “My dad [David] didn’t live to see me graduate, [he died, aged 59] and that was a real shame but my mum would come and see all my shows.”

Logan’s voice becomes more upbeat as she tells of how her mum and aunt landed roles in one of her films, when the actress appeared in a drama set in Spain, The Legendary Life of Ernest Hemingway (1989). “My mum Betty and my auntie Margaret came on set to have a look around, and they were asked if they wanted to be extras. They loved the idea of this, and were dressed up as posh ladies with big frocks and they had all the make-up done.

“But it was a night shoot, and the second night as they should have been getting picked up they declared, ‘Oh, pet, we don’t think we’ll bother tonight.’ I thought ‘Have you never heard of continuity? Do you know what this means? I had to tell the director they’d both eaten something dodgy.”

Betty and Margaret clearly weren’t captivated by the acting world. Logan herself once claimed she wasn’t captivated by actors. She said she wouldn’t have one in the house, that they were vain people. But then she met McNally while filming the 1993 miniseries Love and Reason and they fell in love and married.

“What I meant was I’d never get together with one,” she backtracks, grinning. “But in a way it makes real sense. We know the business. And we can help each other. Recently, Kevin was doing three episodes of the missing Dad’s Army scripts (playing Captain Mainwaring) and I read lines with him every night. It meant I got to play every other character in the cast.” McNally must have found it a delight, given his wife’s talent. (She slips into a remarkable Clive Dunn/Corporal Jones voice. “Don’t panic, don’t panic Mr Mannering.”

But if all that sounds a little perfunctory, Logan, who lives in west London, once declared: “There’s an excitement in discovering that you can still fall in love when you’re an ancient old trout.”

There’s little doubt the relationship really works. But the Mrs Hughes cross voice emerges when I ask if Pirates of the Caribbean star McNally, who has appeared in Downton in the past, playing Horace Bryant, has a role this time around? “No, he does not,” she says emphatically, (subtext: he’s had his shot and should be thankful, a sentiment which sits neatly against her husband’s quote of the time: “Phyllis said it was like take-your-husband-to-work day.”

Was she a bit territorial? “Yes,” she smiles. “I was thinking: ‘You don’t get me a part as Johnny Depp’s mother and take me to the Caribbean. So why are you here?’”

What of the Downton film, set in 1927, two years after the end of the series? It transpires tiaras and silver will be polished until they sparkle. “We get a visit from the King and Queen (George V and Queen Mary) and there’s a bit of friction between the Downton team and the Royal household staff. Mr Carson (now on gardening duty) is begged by Lady Mary to help out. The cavalry ride into town!”

And, of course, there will be lashings of scandal, romance and intrigue “that will leave the future of Downton hanging in the balance,” says the official movie site.

But what of the future for Phyllis Logan? Despite running up continuous film and TV series, success, from Taggarts to Rab C Nesbitt, from the more recent The Good Karma Hospital to Girlfriends – and attracting great crits for her West End role earlier this year as Patricia Highsmith in Switzerland – she certainly has Elsie Hughes’ worry gene.

Logan’s run, she feels, could end at any minute.

“It’s a snakes and ladders life,” she says in Mrs Hughes' tones. “Your career can be going really well and suddenly the snake appears. But I guess I’ve been lucky because I persevered.”

Nonsense, Phyllis. Talent kicked in. You don’t get Bridies and Baftas and almost continuous work for perseverance. “It’s lovely of you to say so, but I’m not sure that’s really the case.”

Downton Abbey is out on September 13

[wazafam]

Part of the reason why Derry Girls has become such a rollicking hit is because of its colorful cast of oddball characters, all of whom get into hysterical situations at one time or another. Since the series takes place in Northern Ireland during the end of The Troubles in the '90s, it's an environment ripe for chaos and instability, as well as lasting bonds of friendship.

RELATED: 10 Of IMDb's Best Derry Girls Episodes

Everyone living in Derry is on edge, and between the armored checkpoints and bomb scares, Erin Quinn and her friends have enough to worry about just trying to survive adolescence and high school. As altruistic as she is, Erin's capable of quite a bit of mischief, just like her band of friends, and even her eccentric family.

10 Erin: The Toto Hoax

After Erin believed she'd lost her family dog for good, she spied what she thought to be Toto running free in the streets of Derry. She followed the scrappy terrier into a chapel where, while she was searching among the pews for Toto, the rest of the girls perceived the statue of Mary to weep.

RELATED: Derry Girls: The Main Characters, Ranked By Likability

In reality, Toto was taking a wee on the level above, a tributary of which passed through the floorboards and down the statue's face. While the rest of the girls thought the "miracle" was enough to get them out of their exams, Erin believed it would help her earn the affections of handsome Father Pete, and she kept the scam running to its horrendous, hilarious conclusion.

9 Michelle: Almost Burned Down The Chip Shop

When the girls were trying to come up with ways to earn their passage to Paris on a school trip, the nefarious Michelle had the brilliant idea of stealing the job board from the local chip shop. Despite thinking they'd have a monopoly on all the best jobs, Michelle was made before they were even able to begin working anywhere.

The girls had to clean up the chip shop for free as punishment, and if that wasn't enough, Michelle decided to raid Fionnula's liquor cabinet. She poured several shots for the girls and set them on fire for a bit of excitement, and as if that wasn't enough, she dropped them on the carpet and nearly set Fionnula's apartment and the chip shop below ablaze.

8 Clare: Cracked At The Pressure

At the very start of the series Clare made it known that despite the affinity with her friends, she'd crack at the slightest amount of pressure put on her by figures of authority. Clare had made a huge display of solidarity only moments before going into Sister Michael's office, but despite her vow that the girls needed to all accept the consequences together (regardless of Michelle's actions), she proved she had no loyalty.

Sister Michael didn't even have to apply any squeeze to the girls for Clare to expose Michelle, immediately naming her as the ringleader of the incident despite the fact that she had told all of them they should convey a united front. Clare's inability to back her friends was not only cringey, it was disloyal.

7 James: Tried To Hide The Scones

Michelle decided to bring "funny scones" to Aunt Bridie's wake, but no sooner had she shown them to the gang than they were ripped out of her hands and taken in to be served to the guests. This required the girls (and James) to hunt down all the scones (including taking one right out of Sister Michael's hands) and destroy them.

RELATED: Derry Girls: 5 Meanest James Moments (& 5 Most Touching)

James had the brilliant idea of flushing them all down the toilet because he'd watched Goodfellas enough times to know that's what should be done with illegal contraband. Unfortunately, stuffing all the scones down one toilet made it back up and flood the bathroom entirely, causing water damage that even ended up affecting Aunt Bridie's exposed body.

6 Orla: Read Erin's Diary

While mostly being content to spend time in her own little world, Orla occasionally joined her family and friends outside the augmented, fantastical reality she'd built for herself and truly embraced her interests, whether it was step aerobics or reading Erin's diary.

Orla stole Erin's diary and not only read it aloud to the family and Erin's friends, but managed to get it confiscated so that it is read by sisters at Lady Immaculate as well. The worst part was Orla didn't even see it as an incredible breach of Erin's privacy.

5 Mary: Killed Aunt Bridie

Erin's mother Mary wasn't incapable of some mischief of her own (the Toto hoax was partially her fault after all, like mother like daughter), and nothing was more mischievous than Mary's venomous words to her own Aunt Bridie, which caused her to drop dead right in the middle of a wedding reception as though Ma Mary was some sort of witch.

For days afterward, Mary was convinced she was capable of making hexes, and even her own father acknowledged that the women in their family had the gift of the dark arts. Hex or no hex, Mary did try to prevent Bridie from being buried in her mother's earrings, which caused quite an upset with the rest of the family.

4 Aunt Sarah: Upstaged The Bride

Sarah is Erin's flashy aunt who seemed too self-involved to cause serious harm to anyone around her, including Orla, whom she left her own devices. Sarah's primary faux pas was upstaging the bride at a wedding the family attended by wearing a white gown, a white fur wrap, and a tiara.

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While all eyes were on her, Sarah clearly didn't mean any harm by her ensemble, she just didn't know how to dress in any way other than outrageous. Unfortunately, no one else saw it as an innocent mistake, and she had to field a barrage of disparaging comments all night.

3 Gerry: Made The Waitress Cry

Erin's father Gerry was nothing if not friendly, compassionate, and encouraging. Despite his best efforts, his family tried to rob him of his ebullience at every chance, especially Grandpa Joe, who viewed him as a complete failure of a husband and a father.

In an effort to prove he could stand up for himself when he needed to, he caused a scene at a diner that was incredibly out of character, and one that he immediately regretted. Here's hoping Da Gerry can continue to show his newfound backbone without becoming as ornery as Grandpa Joe.

2 Grandpa Joe: Constantly Made Fun Of Gerry

One particular instance can't stand out from the incessant barrage of insults Gerry has suffered at the tongue of Grandpa Joe. Joe always saw Gerry as an inappropriate match for his daughter, and he reminded him of the fact every day, even going so far as to question his parenting choices with Erin when he disagreed with them.

There was the sneaking suspicion that Grandpa Joe was warming up to Gerry in a truly heartwarming episode at the end of Season 2, but Joe would never admit it. Instead, he hid any fond feelings behind a truculent mood and scalding words.

1 Sister Michael: Kept The Holy Statue

Fans of the Derry girls themselves might have viewed Sister Michael as a dictatorial tyrant who's every action was an act of aggression against them. Sister Michael was just doing her job, in fact, and the girls often had it coming with their wild and errant ways.

The one act that Sister Michael committed by her own volition was inviting members of St. Benedict's school to Lady Immaculate to hand off the Child of Prague, the visiting holy statue, and then at the last minute keeping it for herself. Had she just passed it along as protocol dictated, it wouldn't have been ripe for destruction from Erin and her Derry gang.

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Caucasia

Jim works hard to win Birdie’s affection, but the harder he tries, the sadder Birdie feels about her own father and her memory becomes more distant. They plan a trip to New York City, Birdie is very excited but pretends not to be. Birdie feels satisfied going to the city and seeing the variety of people and styles. I think maybe the big city makes her feel more comfortable about who she is as a person. Birdie wants to run away and stay in New York.Birdie finds out that Nicholas has been expelled from school and she is excited for him to come back. Mona and Birdie go to a party. Nicholas is also there, and he and Bridie pick up where they left off but Mona interrupts them. Birdie goes into the woods to pee and sees Samantha, Birdie wonders whether she could trust Samantha with her secret, but remembers Sandy’s words to trust no one. Birdie takes a bus to Boston, hoping to find Aunt Dot at the address on the postcard Dot had sent to Sandy. She visits the old family house and when she sees other people stay there.  A transvestite named Corvette comes up to Birdie asking for money but then sees how sad she is and helps her find the address she has for Dot. She knocks on the door and is met by a little girl who lets her into the apartment. Dot is there, and when she sees Birdie, she drops the plate of food she’s holding and hugs her. I liked this part of the book and I’m glad she found Dot and got away from her mother.  

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annie morley-horowitz - ten years later

age: 30 occupation: primary school teacher  relationship status: married to wren morley-horowitz  children: eve morley-horowitz (1 years old)  in the past 10 years:

graduating university with a first is still the proudest moment of annies life. after she withdrew from wren, annie through herself into her university work. it was a good distraction for her and she liked not having to think about anything else for a little while. her parents and all three of her grandfathers were able to attend her graduation and her siblings threw her a surprise party afterwards to be able to celebrate. 

in true annie style, she had a job lined up as soon as she left university - as a year 3 school teacher. the job was everything annie had always hoped for. she loved being able to spend her time around children and teaching them the fundamentals. she was a shining light in the school and slotted in really well, very quickly. friends weren’t something that annie had ever really struggled with and she didn’t at the school either - she quickly found herself a good group of girl friends, people who she is still friends with now. 

it was at the school, that annie met harry taylor, who she quickly got the attention off. he was one of the fathers to one of the children in her class. she made sure to bat off his advances - until the child moved classes. when harry still persisted, trying to get a date with her, annie accepted. they spent a lot of time together before harry asked her to move in with him. they were only two months into their relationship but, like with the first date, he persisted until annie said yes. it was when she moved in with him, that things seemed to get really bad. annie hadn’t realised what a temper he had and the when he got angry, he took it out on either annie. it was mostly just words but when things started to get more physical, that was when she had to leave. they had only been together for just under a year but it had taken a massive toll on annie. she packed her things while he was at work, not telling him where she was going. annie moved back in with her parents and took out a restraining order. she also left the job at the school. she couldn’t face the idea of having to see him again. 

she spent about a year at her parents house. she liked being at home but she was eager to get out. she liked the freedom that she had, had when she was living on her own. and with the year that she spent with her mum and dad, she was able to save up for a flat. it wasn’t anything special but it was her own and that was something that was pretty exciting to her. decorating the flat was something that was a lot of fun for annie and she was quickly able to get the place feeling like home. she still has it now and just rents it out. 

in the year that she was at her parents house, annie found a job at a nursery. it wasn’t in the plan but annie absolutely thrived there. she enjoyed being around children all the time and she felt really fulfilled with her new job. this is still the job that annie is doing now. 

despite things not working between the two of them, annie and wren were still able to stay in one anothers lives. she loved seeing his career take off and she was so proud of everything that he had been able to do. annie had always been pretty good at ignoring her feelings but the feelings she had, had for wren when she was twenty but she had been able to ignore that. that was until wren told her that he was in love with her. annie had never felt happier. not being able to give them a chance when they were younger was something that annie had always regretted and it felt like the right time. they were both ready for something serious, something permanent. and she couldn’t have thought of a better person to have that with.  

in a move that might have seemed reckless, annie and wren were married within the year. after all of the time the two of them had wasted, it made sense to them to get married as soon as possible. annie didn’t think that she had ever been happier - that was until she found out that she was pregnant, just a couple years later. meeting their daughter, eve morley-horowitz, was actually the happiest that annie had ever been. 

around the same time that they found out that she was pregnant, annies grandfather, gabe, started to get ill. he was forgetting things and it was difficult for any of them to be there, though she tried to be there as much as she could. eve was born just a week before gabe died and, although he didn’t really know who she or her daughter was, one of annies most precious memories was seeing her daughter with her grandfather. losing gabe, and then her aunt bridie not long after, shook the entire family. 

after her granddad passed away, annie decided to reach out to her sister. mia had been pulling herself away from the family for years and it had been difficult for annie to know how to help. all she could do, was talk to her. she hated coming in between someone that mia loved but she couldn’t keep quiet anymore. she had to say something. she begged her sister to reconsider marrying noah and told her that they couldn’t be there, waiting for her, for too much longer. she was so relieved when mia agreed to leave him, when she came back to them. 

almost a year later and annie is starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel for her family. she has loved being a mum the last year and cannot wait until she and wren decide it’s the right time to have more children - if wren said that he wanted another tomorrow, she would agree, without a seconds thought.