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drunkcrapipost:

This outfit.

I think we should all take a moment to appreciate how fucking cool Edith looked in this episode.

Fellowes might have taken potential happiness away at every opportunity, but at least the wardrobe dept. did her no wrong.

Everyone always talks about Edith being “the dumpy one” of the Crawley sisters when it comes to fashion, but I’ve never really understood it. She always looks beautiful to me.

I want those boots.

kmotionless:

I’m here.

Guys, why does this make me think that Edith has a raging crush on Branson and for one split second thought that all of her secret dreams had come true?

Oh, because it’s Branson. Who wouldn’t be in love with Branson?

Today my family confirmed my worst suspicions: to them, I am our very own Edith Crawley.
What hurt the most is that I realized that they think I want to be alone. 
God in heaven, they couldn’t be more wrong.

Today my family confirmed my worst suspicions: to them, I am our very own Edith Crawley.

What hurt the most is that I realized that they think I want to be alone. 

God in heaven, they couldn’t be more wrong.

Just imagine: Christmas presents from the Bransons.

Everybody gets a copy of The Communist Manifesto!

Except you, Edith. We got you a man. 

Dear Edith,

Go to Ireland. I’m sure Branson has a brother or two.

I mean, seriously, take advantage of your options. 

The Bet-On-Bransons should occupy Downton Abbey
Sybil: Branson, I'm 99% sure that I love you.
Branson: Let's run away together!
Mary: Sybil! Don't you dare.
Edith: Hands off, poor boy.
Sybil: Bye-bye, Branson.
Branson: But Sybil - 99%!
Sybil: Yes, but see there's a 1% chance that I don't love you.
Branson: [sad face]
ballroom-communism:

I need her to go and make a success of herself in 1920’s London.
Go and be brilliant, Edith.

ballroom-communism:

I need her to go and make a success of herself in 1920’s London.

Go and be brilliant, Edith.

busyella:

Reblog if you like Edith too.

I hope Branson appreciates the irony of Edith hauling ass after him in the car he taught her to drive.

Fact: I adore Edith Crawley.