#mr.bates

[cyberfizh]

Lost in the Post (Office)

The ITV drama 'Mr Bates vs The Post Office' tells the true story of the Post Office Horizon computer scandal spanning over 20 years. But the real events and the ITV drama point to a question for everyone: 'What do we do when systems fail?'

The Drama of Mr Bates vs the Post Office The ITV drama production ‘Mr Bates vs The Post Office‘ tells the true story of the Post Office Horizon computer system scandal spanning more than 20 years to the present day. This is commonly described as one of the ‘biggest miscarriages of justice in British legal history’ and saw hundreds of subpostmasters wrongly accused of theft, fraud, and false…

[slashermovhigh]

if I am allowed, would like to give Mr.Bates a hug

[justafrogandherumbrella]

Welcome to Nowhere: There's Jerrell!

“You!” You cry out, running towards the man with the “perfectly human” face.  “You’re Jerrell, aren’t you?”

Surprised, the older man steps back for a moment, his eyes growing wide before his expression hardens. 

“Felicity,” he grumbles, clenching his jaw. “I thought I told you your job was done here.”

“I know and I was getting ready to go to work when I saw them coming up the stairs and-”

“And you just let them come up?” Jerrell snarls. 

“Well I was trying to stop them but-”

“What exactly did you do to stop them?”

“Well, I uhm-” Felicity falters, wringing her paws together. “...Tried to convince them.”

“Tch- that’s like not trying at all.” Jerrell scoffs, crossing his arms.  “Honestly you need to learn to get a little violent when-”

“You guys are aware that I am, in fact, still here, right?” You say, walking up the final steps to face Jerrell. 

He’s… a lot taller than you expected.  He towers over you, having to lean down a little bit just to look you in the eye. 

“Believe me, I am perfectly aware,” he hisses, glaring down at you. “You should be a little quieter, you know. I’m guessing you're not supposed to be here, and talking too loudly just might get you caught without your little friend’s static to protect you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Once again, Jerrell scoffs, and then lets out a quiet, yet cruel laugh. “Of course you don’t know. You blasted idiots went and signed a contract with ‘im, didn’t ya’? You ain’t even from here- and you made that decision completely willingly. At least all the other idiots here have the excuse that they had to do it. But you had other choices, so I can’t say I feel sorry for ya’ in the slightest.”

“Uhm…” You can only understand maybe about half of that. “Care to elaborate? What does the contract have to do with this and… whatever’s going on? Speaking of which… what even is going on, anyway?”

“You got yourself into this mess, so I don’t owe you any goddamn answers.” 

With that, the old man turns back around, mumbling to the lock. 

“Felicity, get ‘em out of here.”

“C’mon,” Felicity says, whispering still. “Shoo.” She hardens her voice a little, trying to sound more intimidating- but you can tell it's fake.  “Go on, skedaddle” She shoves you, causing you to stumble back a little bit. 

“You know, if you're trying to get inside that room, I can help you with that.”

“Ssssssh! Shut up!” Felicity hisses at you, but you ignore her. 

“I could, you know.”

“And how could you know that?” Jerrell challenges. “You have no reason to believe that you could get inside.”

“Well,” you explain. “I figure I must have got in on my own somehow. After all, from what information I’ve already gathered, you were tied up earlier, my group was inside that room, and I’ve talked to that lock.”

“You’ve… talked to it?” His expression changes, looking at you with surprise… and maybe a little fear. 

What does he have to be afraid of?

“Yup! I haven’t forgotten it either- if you couldn’t tell. Well, I forgot what it said, but I remember talking to it. Pretty sure it chose to let me in.”

Jerrell’s expression only grows more concerned and fearful, whereas Felicity's looks exasperated.

“C’mon Mr.Bates, you don’t seriously believe them, do you? It’s a lock- it can’t speak.”

“Yeah it can,” Jerrell- or Mr.Bates- mutters, looking at you with a new kind of scrutiny. “It’s just that not everyone can hear it.”

“Tell you what,” you say, placing your flickering palm up against the door. “I’ll get us in there- and then you’ll tell me everything. Deal?”

Jerrell hesitates for a moment, staring you up and down before giving you a hesitant nod. “Deal.”

“Mr.Bates-”

“Shush, Felicity.”

You lean your head against the door, looking at the padlock on the handle. It doesn’t look like how you remember.

“Uhm,” you whisper, feeling immensely awkward. “Do you think you could let me in?”

There’s a soft whirring sound, and then it appears- the eye. 

“Ǟɢǟɨռ?”

You shiver, feeling a sense of dread wash over you once again- but you shouldn’t. 

“Y-yes. I need to get in.”

You can’t explain it, you don’t know how or why- but the very way you speak is wrong. Like- like… 

"Sƚσρ ƚԋαƚ!"

“What…? S-stop what?”

Your words are wrong, your hands are wrong, your face is wrong, and your thoughts are wrong… but they’re not. You need to stop. Right now. You’re not supposed to do that. 

“ʏօʊ'ʀɛ ʀʊɨռɨռɢ ɨȶ!”

You’re being ridiculous right now… it’s the eye, it’s getting to you, you think. Making you paranoid… or something. You need to calm down. 

“Sorry…” you mutter. “Can you let me in now?”

"ภ๏!"

With that, the eye disappeared, and the padlock returned to its normal state- except for the chains that burst from under the door, wrapping their way around it. 

“Now look at what you’ve done,” Jerrell scoffs. “You’ve gone and made it lock even more.”

Felicity shoots you a smug grin. “Looks like you're not getting your information then, bye.”

You need that information, so there’s no way you're just going to leave- but what other option is there? Violence, maybe? In the past though the violence part of things have always been left to Gia…”

Before you can even consider any more options, your thoughts are interrupted by a loud ringing pattern. 

“Oh goddamnit,” Jerrell mutters, pulling a cell phone out of his pocket. “Yes,” he answers the call, holding the phone up to his ear. 

Curious, both you and Felicity lean forward, trying to listen in. Although quiet, you can hear Mr.Rotary’s voice on the other end. “Why hello there, Jerrell~ I heard you had come by the house- looking for some fun, I assume? Well, you know me, I’d love to indulge in those… desires. Where are you now? Oh, never mind that! I know you like to play little teasing  games with me sometimes, but I’m too impatient for that today! I’ll find you myself- just a moment…”

There’s a beeping noise, and a soft static fills the room.

Jerrell looks at Felicity, alarmed. “We need to run. Now.”

[gisatako]

s5ep15, what are they using mr.Bates and company for??? Sucking their life energy? weaponize them like the meta kids in black lighting!? Bet Andrea doesn't know

[anyvelez]

Anna & Mr. Bates ♥

Downton Abbey 2019 - Movie Caps

[wild-lavender-rose]

I’ve Got You (part 1)

Pairing: Thomas Barrow x fem!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You are Tom’s wife. You’ve married him to help conceal his sexual identity. Little do you know, Tom is beginning to realize that he may have feelings for you. He catches you asleep at the table and does everything he can to take care of you.

Warning: None

     You woke to Tom calling your name and the sensation of his hand on your shoulder. Only you did not remember ever falling asleep. 

     “Yes?” You asked, shoulders giving a painful crack as you eased yourself up from the table that had served as an impromptu pillow.

     “How long have you been like this?” Tom’s expression was furrowed with concern. He was standing beside you, his touch a comfort that brought you back to reality.

     “I must’ve just closed my eyes for a moment.”

     “It’s been much longer than that.” Mr. Bates looked up from his newspaper. He was seated by the cold fireplace and appeared to have been there for a while. However, you had no memory of hearing him or Tom enter. “It’s been close to an hour.”

     “Oh, goodness, I didn’t know,” you pushed back your chair and got to your feet.

     Tom’s grip on your shoulder tightened. “Easy, now. Take a minute to get your bearings.” He pushed you back into the chair. “Look, I’ve finished for the evening. Get Anna to do the rest of your work and come home to the cottage with me.”

     “Oh no, I couldn’t,” you shook your head. “She’s got too much to do as it is, I could never,”

     “She would be happy to do it.” Mr.Bates was still regarding you. “You truly don’t look well, Mrs. Barrow. Perhaps some rest would do you good.”

     “Thank you, Mr. Bates.” Tom’s voice was soft, his gaze on the floor and not on him. Tom wasn’t much for thanking people, however considering the circumstances he seemed to be making an exception. You really must look tired, you thought, reaching up to smooth your loose hair back into your bun.

     Mr. Bates gave a bit of a smile at this. “Take care of her, Tom.” He said softly.

     “Always.” Tom turned his attention to you, reaching down to slip his arm about your waist. “Up you go, then.”

     Before you could resist, Tom had pulled you to your feet and arranged himself so that you could lean on him as much as you liked. You wanted to scold him for thinking you so delicate, however at the feel of his warm body against yours you found yourself weakening.

     “Come on, now.” Tom moved to brush a strand of hair from your eyes as you looked up at him gratefully. “I’ve got you.” He muttered, soft enough that only you could here.

     You gave a tired smile and allowed him to escort you out into the hallway.

Part 2

Fanfic Masterlist

[fairytalesandimaginings]

I think I have called Henry/Mary rushed and I think that’s a major problem with it, but Bertie and Edith were in the same time frame. I think the issue is Fellowes trying to get the same thing as Mary and Matthew or Mary and Charles Blake in that time frame, and ending with a marriage not a maybe. I think if it was a more relaxed sort of relationship where they actually got along the time frame would work, it just doesn’t work for the “slap, slap, kiss” style that is used. (Also I don’t get why all the other characters are acting like they belong together, like I get Tom (Mary’s excuse rather than saying it’s the car accident thing, is a sore spot for him and he has a crush/squish (I will use Aro terms that other people have deemed “cringe” and die on this hill) on Henry and Henry is a pretty good source of what he wants re car shop I think he is being a dingus about it but I get his motivation) but why does Mr.Bates ship them? Why does Edith think they belong together? I don’t understand that part.

[darling-i-read-it]

Less Lonely

Norman Bates x reader

Word Count: 1.2k 

Warnings: mentions of murder, age gap 

Author’s Note: this kinda stuff makes me so happy, i think norman just deserves to be loved and held and i’d be glad to do more for him or maybe a part 2? Idk let me know 

Summary: sorta based of psycho two which i thought was actually pretty good. After norman gets out of jail 

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

Norman was so used to no one coming up to the motel. It was the way things had always been. When someone came though he rarely remembered them. Or he remembered them coming and never quite remembered them leaving. Something he couldn’t quite explain. 

But he remembered you. 

After Norman got out of jail (or as his lawyers liked to call it mental rehabilitation even if everyone else called it prison), he got his home back. The motel had been under someone else and he quickly got them to leave. He did have to get a job at a nearby diner though, to keep up on payments of the motel.

That was where he met you. 

You worked there and mostly seemed to hate your job but you were nice to customers and nice to the workers as well. Norman hadn’t been met with many nice faces yet. Everyone thought he should stay in jail for what he had done and his mind state. So when he met you, there was something nice about it. Something very welcoming. You were easily younger than him by quite a few years but he couldn’t help but enjoy your company. 

He was cutting up some lettuce in the back of the diner (where he had to stay so as to not alarm the customers) when you came in, exasperated and exhausted looking. You set your bag down in the back near his coat and wiped your hair back.

“It is pouring outside,” you muttered, closing your eyes tightly to regain yourself. Norman peaked out the window and confirmed that the sky was gray. 

“Do you want to use my jacket? Just until you warm up?” he offered, putting down the knife very carefully and walking over to you. He picked up his jacket that was much too big for you and you smiled.

“I don’t know if that would be professional Norman,” you teased. He shook his head.

“It also isn’t professional to die of hypothermia on the job,” he muttered, laughing a little bit. You nodded, taking the jacket from him and putting it on. 

“You know for such a tall man you sure are quite kind Mr.Bates,” you told him truthfully as you put up your hair. You were a waitress so you had to get out to your tables soon. His cheeks flushed and he shook his head, smiling at you softly.

You got to work quickly after that and as you came and went from the back Norman caught sight of you wearing his jacket and he couldn’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach. At that point you were probably his favorite person, considering you were one of the only people who had been indifferent toward him and his past. He wondered if you even knew about what he had done but figured that word had probably gotten around to you. He then wondered why you were so nice to him if you knew what happened.

The night ended with the two of you locking up and you still wearing his jacket. You stood outside in the rain. 

“Here’s this. Thanks again for letting me borrow it, you’re a real lifesaver,” you said, rocking back and forth to keep yourself warm. He took it but watched you in your diner uniform, freezing. He then looked at his car and the lack of any other car.

“Are you catching the bus?” he asked. You shook your head.

“My friend was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. I’ll probably call her from the phone over there soon to see if she’s coming. I’ll see you tomorrow Norman,” you said with a smile. He looked down at you, shaking his head.

“I can’t leave you out here in the rain,” he whispered. 

“Don’t worry about me.”

“But I won’t forgive myself. I can drive you into town if you want. Or, I own the motel just down the road you can have one of the rooms there, free of charge.” You looked down the road both ways. It was getting to be really dark and you honestly couldn’t tell him you felt safe waiting. 

“Are you sure I wouldn’t be bothering you?” you asked quietly. He shook his head quickly. 

“Of course not. It’s what friends do.” You smiled and he smiled that you smiled. He was worried that the use of the word friend might set you off and was pleased to find that it didn’t.

“Thank you Norman. So much. I owe you one.” 

You got into his car and there was a comfortable silence as he drove you to the motel. You were amazed to see it in person and found you felt rather indifferent to the horrors that had happened there.

Norman brought you up to the main house.

“Can I make you something? I can make you some sandwiches if you want or something else?” You shook your head.

“Oh no, I had some food at the diner. If I could pester you for some clothes?” He nodded, looking at you up and down to see your wet clothing.

“Oh of course! All I have is my clothes, would that bother you?” 

“No, actually it might make it better. Roomier, warmer.” He nodded.

“I’ll be right back.” 

He quickly came back down with some of his slacks and a t-shirt he found. You were more than happy to take them and you disappeared down the hall to the bathroom to put them on. Norman found that he was really happy with you being there the night. He had been so lonely there without his mother and since you came into his life you had been so kind.

“Thanks again for everything. Should I go down to one of the rooms?” you asked. He shook his head. 

“I have a spare room upstairs.” He paused for a minute and you noticed he was fidgeting, his fingers fiddling with each other. “May I ask if you know...what went on here?” You had been waiting for that. Luckily you had prepared.

“Yes but they said you went to the hospital. That you’re all better now. All I’ve seen is that you're better anyway, I couldn’t see a reason to fight the system.” He nodded, a shy smile on his face.

“Oh. Well I’m glad you feel that way,” he said, hopefully lacing his voice. You nodded. 

“And I’m very glad you offered me a room for the night.” 

He nodded.

“I’ll show you up there if that’s alright.” You nodded. 

“More than alright.” 

You smiled, and he led you upstairs.

Short story short, you were happy to be just a room away from each other. 

Less Lonely.

Tags: @zodiyack​ @mychemicalimagines​

[millennial-austen]

The movie Downton Abbey made me really happy. It was the perfect ending to the series. Loved how Mr.Barrows got his HEA and was absolutely delighted by Anna and Mr.Bate's deviousness and Mr. Carson's goofy smile when Mary asks him to come back was pure fluff!!! Only complaint was I did not get enough of Matthew Goode. That scene between Mary and Lady Grantham has me fucking crying. Dame Maggie Smith and her wit was phenomenal as usual

[missmonsters2]

I love mr.bates and anna so much😭😭 honestly I loved Mary even tho she was ruthless. Something about her wit and definitely not because she could step on me

I did like Mary but sometimes I felt that she was very obsessed about maintaining her image and wealth and I was conflicted bc on one hand, i get it, but also, damn LMAO I also laugh when I think about the beginning episode and a dude literally died having sex with her. Her p*ssy is too powerful LOL

[lesbian-bookworm]

This just reminds me of middle school when we had a teacher named mr.bates and everyone called him master bates

Why was Darth Vader referred to as Lord Vader?

Because calling him Master Vader made all the Stormtroopers giggle.

[verbalrain]

I need to find myself a Mr.Bates

[everricvlvm]

Wait, you watch Downton Abbey? How far are you into it? Who's your favourite character? //Bruh this show was my jam.

Season 2 episode 2 I lowkey love mr.Carsson and Mr.Bates and Old Lady Granthom also I want to punch Thomas

[igglemouse]

Fable & Ashlie

@scipisims / @floofymilk / @zauglom

  Mr.Spurlock: So, that was Fable? The one you are so high on Mr.Bates?

  Melvin: Yep. That was her.

  Mr.Spurlock: Why did you pair her with that clutz? Do you think that’s fair?

  Melvin: I think Ashlie can hold her own, sir. I think they will prove to be a compatible pair.

  Mr.Spurlock: I see.

  Mr.Spurlock had been in the room for the entire time, in a nook, quietly listening. He hadn’t been impressed with Fable, not as much as those he hired to run this thing. It wasn’t that Fable wasn’t competent, he had seen her records, seen her tests, watched videos of her passing the obstacle course, she was by all means exemplary. That wasn’t her problem, the problem was that she simply was...she. If Mr.Spurlock had his way, he’d ban women from being hunters. He’d have to convince the rest of the board and they would never go for it, not with Lady Carnage and Hornet proving his prejudice wrong.

  Mr.Spurlock: Do you think this is a game, Mr. Bates?

  Melvin: Of course not. I’ve been in the field sir, as you know-

  Mr.Spurlock: You were a mediocre hunter, to say the least. You retired before you could be killed.

  Melvin: I went toe to toe with a giant moth man creature and lived to tell the tale. You also put me in charge of this....whatever it is. Do they know what they are getting into sir? They are under the assumption that this is all isolated, do they realize that this entire camp is in danger? We have innocent civilians out here sir, don’t you think it is risky to allow a bunch of rookies with a task like this? You wouldn’t even let our most experienced hunters hunt a werewolf much less these-

  Mr.Spurlock: Many of them will die, they signed up for it.

  Melvin opened his mouth to retort but thought better of it. It was always best to let Mr.Spurlock have his way or at least, let him think of it that way, but Melvin would do all he could to keep these prospects alive.

  Mr.Spurlock: You could prevent all this. Whoever captures the werewolf alive wins, correct?

  Melvin: Yes, those are the rules we decided on.

  Mr.Spurlock: Good. Help Liam Coldshower win the competition. The sooner the better, the rest get to go home and we get another real hunter into our ranks. We could use more men like that. If we had more men like him, my son wouldn’t be a hostage to fucking vampires.

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[anyvelez]

Downton Abbey Movie 2019

Anna & Mr. Bates ♥

[imagination-of-a-fandom-slut]

Four Hours Of Torture {Alexander Hamilton}

Prompt: Day five of @helplessforbroadway 's write-a-thon // College AU Pairing: Alex x Reader Word count: 840 Warning: None ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had been in the library for a total of four hours now, alternating between the pink,yellow, and red highlighters. Yellow for yes I knew what the fuck was going on, red for I had no clue what the fuck was going on, and pink for I was somewhere in the middle. My history midterm was in a few days and I had been studying nonstop but the knowledge just wasn't sticking. "The library closes in two hours." I looked up to find Henry, the librarian's aid, looking down at me. "I'm well aware of that Henry," I scoff and he shrugs, shaking his head with a dry chuckle as he walked away. "I love you too." I softly whisper after him, "Doesn't seem that he loves you all that much." A voice teases and my head shot up, and for the first time since being here I take in my surroundings, I wasn't the only one in the room. There were actually a few other students, the one who spoke to me included. "He's a fool! One day he'll realize." I continue and the guy laughs, reaching out to shake my outreached hand, "I'm Alexander. Alexander Hamilton." "Nice to meet you Alexander Alexander Hamilton, I'm Y/N Y/L/N." He rolls his yes at my joke, "You're funny," he mocks and I shrug, "I try." "Look, it seems that we've both been studying our asses off for the last four hours, let me treat you to a cup of coffee." I eyed him, "How do I know you're not going to lure me outside, hit me over the head and kidnap me." "You don't. Now do you want that cup of coffee or not?" - "I'm glad we made it to the coffee shop withoutyou hitting me over the head." I smiled as I too a sip of my coffee, finished with six sugars and five vanilla creamers. "I was actually planning to do it after we left." He deadpans and I stare at him for a full minute before we both start to laugh, "You're actually pretty cool, despite the man bun." He gasps and grabs his man bun that set prettily parched on top his head. I hold my hand to my heart and in all seriousness, gasp, "I sorry, did I offend you?" "A little, just a little." "I do apologize from the depths of my heart," I push and he rolls his eyes, "If you have something against my man bun, I'll just take it out." I don't protest as he pulls his bun from his ponytail and his hair drops to frame his face. "Now I'm just jealous. Your hair is so shiny and full of bounce." He chuckles and shakes his head pulling his hair back into a sloppy ponytail leaving a few pieces out. "I like you Alexander, you seem like a nice person." He shrugs, cheeks heating up. "I mean I like to think I am." He coughed and I reached across the table pushing his shoulder, "You can't just take a compliment can you?" "Yeah once you tell me something I don't know," he egged on with a raised brow. "You're such a jackass." "I know that too," "Anyway, what class were you studying for?" "Mr.Bates history class," "What? No way! I was studying for his class too." "I figured seeing as I sit right behind you in his class." "Shit dude I didn't even notice," "I mean it has only been half a year," he pouted before heartily chuckling. "Yeah, please don't take offense, I pay no attention to the kids in that class." "I pay attention to you though..." he whispers but I hear him. "You are a stalker!" I tease, throwing my head back with a laugh, "What? No way!," - "I told you, that you didn't have to walk me to my dorm, or hold my hand." I look down to our connected hands, and he smiles sheepishly before letting it go. "I didn't want someone to snatch you up," he defends and I roll my eyes as I unlock my dorm room, "Well, it's getting late, I should probably go-" "Alex you can come in." I sigh and he smiled pushing past me and into my dorm room, plopping down on the couch. "Today has been a very stressful day, so much buildup. And for what to get me into your dorm?" He smirked and I picked up a pillow, throwing it at his face. "Look, I invited you in because you brought me a cup of coffee. Now, I have some popcorn in here and a few recorded LMN movies on the DVR, and we've both been working hard all day..." "Are you inviting me to stay for a movie night?" "Yes," I groan as I walk toward my little kitchen, "And when we watch the movie I don't want to hear any of your smug remarks, deal?" I could see the pain on his face as he let out a small, "Deal."