Hardcore S/T shipper. Lover of all things Allen Leech, Jessica Brown Findlay, and anything with them together.

Is mo phrátaí iad Allen agus Niall.

Enjoy my insanity.
angiemagz:

The Branson Bros jammin

Tom gripped the neck of his guitar as he stared at the curtain swaying back and forth as the next act passed though. He looked beside him and saw his younger brother staring straight ahead of him and mindlessly playing riffs on his acoustic guitar and humming an indiscriminate melody, warming up his hands and voice for the few minutes to come. Tom stared down at the curve of his guitar and shook his head. 
There were few things in the world that terrified Tom. Two of those things on that list he would be doing tonight: Performing in front of a crowd and being on stage.
Tom was by no means a shy man, but the thought of hundreds of strangers’ eyes staring at him made him uncomfortable. One wrong move and everyone would know that he had made a mistake. His cheeks burned at the thought.
He wasn’t the natural performer in the family. That title belonged to Niall, who regularly sang and played his guitar in front of people. Tom, on the other hand, kept his musical talents hidden away, secretly buying his first guitar at thirteen after saving his Christmas money and allowance. He taught himself every chord he could and tried to play every song that came on the radio. As the years passed, he became more and more proficient, even teaching some local boys and girls how to play as a side job during secondary school. He even taught his brothers and sisters how to play, though Niall was the only one who kept at it.
When Tom left for England, he took his guitar with him. In his small cozy flat in Downton Village, he quietly sang songs to himself and filled the room with music. One day, as Sybil was passing though the village, she heard a lovely song coming from the newly hired chauffeurs flat. When she saw him the next day, during an animated conversation she told him she overheard him playing his guitar and singing and enjoyed it. Tom’s smile fell slightly as his eyes widened, cheeks reddened, and ears burned. He murmured a thank you in return and she never mentioned it again afterwards.
It was only after they were married, that he brought out his guitar in front of her.
“It’s not that I didn’t want you to know,” Tom said with a shrug, “But for me, playing the guitar is very personal and it’s not something I share with many people. Playing music is special to me and I feel you should share music with the ones you love…”
He grinned and pulled out a pick from his pocket.
“…Which is why I’m going to play you a song I wrote for you.”
Sybil blushed and kissed her husband on the lips.
Which was why he couldn’t do this.
He shook his head and felt a light pressure on his shoulder. He turned around and was pulled into one of his wife’s tight embraces. He wrapped his arms around her as best as he could with a guitar between them. He pulled away to quickly talk with her.
“Why did I let Niall and Bill talk me into this?”
Sybil smiled.
“Well…”
…
Sybil and Sybbie walked to Mrs. Branson’s Dublin home for Sunday dinner to find her husband already in the sitting room with Niall, both playing Hotel California. Their cousin Bill was lounging on the couch opposite, enjoying the music from the Branson brothers.
When they finished, Sybil clapped her hands, altering Tom and his brother of her presence.
“That was lovely,” she commented as she kissed Tom on the crown of his head. Tom set his guitar down and picked up the toddler who was reaching out for him. She settled into his arms as she gripped her Da’s nose.
Niall craned his neck towards his older brother and shot him a look that clearly said “I told you.”
“See Tom? She said it was lovely.”
Tom pursed his lips. And shook his head. He pried Sybbie’s strong fingers off his nose.
“My answer is still no.”
“Live a little Tom,” Bill chimed in.
Tom shot his cousin a look. 
“Not you too. I said no. I don’t play my guitar for just anyone.”
“Why? What’s going on?” Sybil asked.
Tom rolled his eyes as Niall turned to his sister-in-law.
“There’s a talent show at my school next month and I wanted to do a duet with Tom since he was the one who taught me how to play in the first place. Please, Tom. I’m your brother!” he pleaded.
“You could be the Queen of England for all I care and I still won’t,” Tom snorted.
“Oh Tom, don’t be like that,” Sybil interjected.
“Yea Da!” Sybbie chimed in.
“Just do it Tom,” said Bill.
“Come on. Just once. I won’t ask for anything else. I promise.”
Niall reached for Sybbie and placed her on his lap, still facing Tom. Sybil took a seat next to him as Bill leaned over. They all pouted their lips, trying to convince him to agree.
Seeing his family looking ridiculous pouting at him, he couldn’t say no.
… 
“Sybbie and I will be in the audience. If you get nervous, pretend that it’s our flat and you’re singing to Sybbie.”
Tom’s heart calmed down and his breathing steadied a little.
“Will you be alright?” She asked.
“I think so.”
She placed a light kiss on his cheek and got ready to leave.
“Good luck love. You too Niall.”
Snapped out of his daze, Niall grinned at Sybil.
“Where’s my kiss?” he said teasingly. 
She stuck out her tongue and disappeared around the corner.
The blaring speakers brought their attention back to the task at hand.
"‘And next, we have Niall Branson and his brother Tom performing a duet."
The cheers and claps from the audience were not quieted by the heavy curtain. They stepped up to the “X” on the stage and felt the microphone inches away from his face. A high pitched “Yay Da! Yay Uncle Niall” could be heard though claps.
Tom looked over at his brother who nodded at him.
“Ready Tom?” he asked.
He took a deep breath and nodded.
The curtains opened and light flooded into the darkened space.
Tom reached into his pocket and got out a pick. He ran his hands over the soft varnish of his guitar and strummed.
He looked up and all he could see was him and his brother about to play their guitars for an audience of two.

angiemagz:

The Branson Bros jammin

Tom gripped the neck of his guitar as he stared at the curtain swaying back and forth as the next act passed though. He looked beside him and saw his younger brother staring straight ahead of him and mindlessly playing riffs on his acoustic guitar and humming an indiscriminate melody, warming up his hands and voice for the few minutes to come. Tom stared down at the curve of his guitar and shook his head. 

There were few things in the world that terrified Tom. Two of those things on that list he would be doing tonight: Performing in front of a crowd and being on stage.

Tom was by no means a shy man, but the thought of hundreds of strangers’ eyes staring at him made him uncomfortable. One wrong move and everyone would know that he had made a mistake. His cheeks burned at the thought.

He wasn’t the natural performer in the family. That title belonged to Niall, who regularly sang and played his guitar in front of people. Tom, on the other hand, kept his musical talents hidden away, secretly buying his first guitar at thirteen after saving his Christmas money and allowance. He taught himself every chord he could and tried to play every song that came on the radio. As the years passed, he became more and more proficient, even teaching some local boys and girls how to play as a side job during secondary school. He even taught his brothers and sisters how to play, though Niall was the only one who kept at it.

When Tom left for England, he took his guitar with him. In his small cozy flat in Downton Village, he quietly sang songs to himself and filled the room with music. One day, as Sybil was passing though the village, she heard a lovely song coming from the newly hired chauffeurs flat. When she saw him the next day, during an animated conversation she told him she overheard him playing his guitar and singing and enjoyed it. Tom’s smile fell slightly as his eyes widened, cheeks reddened, and ears burned. He murmured a thank you in return and she never mentioned it again afterwards.

It was only after they were married, that he brought out his guitar in front of her.

“It’s not that I didn’t want you to know,” Tom said with a shrug, “But for me, playing the guitar is very personal and it’s not something I share with many people. Playing music is special to me and I feel you should share music with the ones you love…”

He grinned and pulled out a pick from his pocket.

“…Which is why I’m going to play you a song I wrote for you.”

Sybil blushed and kissed her husband on the lips.

Which was why he couldn’t do this.

He shook his head and felt a light pressure on his shoulder. He turned around and was pulled into one of his wife’s tight embraces. He wrapped his arms around her as best as he could with a guitar between them. He pulled away to quickly talk with her.

“Why did I let Niall and Bill talk me into this?”

Sybil smiled.

“Well…”

Sybil and Sybbie walked to Mrs. Branson’s Dublin home for Sunday dinner to find her husband already in the sitting room with Niall, both playing Hotel California. Their cousin Bill was lounging on the couch opposite, enjoying the music from the Branson brothers.

When they finished, Sybil clapped her hands, altering Tom and his brother of her presence.

“That was lovely,” she commented as she kissed Tom on the crown of his head. Tom set his guitar down and picked up the toddler who was reaching out for him. She settled into his arms as she gripped her Da’s nose.

Niall craned his neck towards his older brother and shot him a look that clearly said “I told you.”

“See Tom? She said it was lovely.”

Tom pursed his lips. And shook his head. He pried Sybbie’s strong fingers off his nose.

“My answer is still no.”

“Live a little Tom,” Bill chimed in.

Tom shot his cousin a look. 

“Not you too. I said no. I don’t play my guitar for just anyone.”

“Why? What’s going on?” Sybil asked.

Tom rolled his eyes as Niall turned to his sister-in-law.

“There’s a talent show at my school next month and I wanted to do a duet with Tom since he was the one who taught me how to play in the first place. Please, Tom. I’m your brother!” he pleaded.

“You could be the Queen of England for all I care and I still won’t,” Tom snorted.

“Oh Tom, don’t be like that,” Sybil interjected.

“Yea Da!” Sybbie chimed in.

“Just do it Tom,” said Bill.

“Come on. Just once. I won’t ask for anything else. I promise.”

Niall reached for Sybbie and placed her on his lap, still facing Tom. Sybil took a seat next to him as Bill leaned over. They all pouted their lips, trying to convince him to agree.

Seeing his family looking ridiculous pouting at him, he couldn’t say no.

… 

“Sybbie and I will be in the audience. If you get nervous, pretend that it’s our flat and you’re singing to Sybbie.”

Tom’s heart calmed down and his breathing steadied a little.

“Will you be alright?” She asked.

“I think so.”

She placed a light kiss on his cheek and got ready to leave.

“Good luck love. You too Niall.”

Snapped out of his daze, Niall grinned at Sybil.

“Where’s my kiss?” he said teasingly. 

She stuck out her tongue and disappeared around the corner.

The blaring speakers brought their attention back to the task at hand.

"‘And next, we have Niall Branson and his brother Tom performing a duet."

The cheers and claps from the audience were not quieted by the heavy curtain. They stepped up to the “X” on the stage and felt the microphone inches away from his face. A high pitched “Yay Da! Yay Uncle Niall” could be heard though claps.

Tom looked over at his brother who nodded at him.

“Ready Tom?” he asked.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

The curtains opened and light flooded into the darkened space.

Tom reached into his pocket and got out a pick. He ran his hands over the soft varnish of his guitar and strummed.

He looked up and all he could see was him and his brother about to play their guitars for an audience of two.

Via: angiemagz

Quick question for all of you. What was the name of Tom’s cousin who died at the Easter Rising? I vaguely remember he had a name in canon, but I can’t seem to remember it…

"Yes." (x)

yankeecountess:

angiemagz:

The Branson Bros jammin

LOL! It looks like they’re serenading Iain

LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE. I’MMA WRITE A DRABBLE TOMORROW. THIS LAB REPORT IS EATING ALL MY EFFING TIME.

yankeecountess:

angiemagz:

The Branson Bros jammin

LOL! It looks like they’re serenading Iain

LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE. I’MMA WRITE A DRABBLE TOMORROW. THIS LAB REPORT IS EATING ALL MY EFFING TIME.

cassiemortmain:

I’m ready to travel and you’re my ticket.” (x)

 

Source: repmet Via: cassiemortmain

"She’s still not coming. She insists they can’t afford it." (x)

Source: repmet Via: cassiemortmain

pointlessthingsispendmytimeon:

I feel a crack-fic coming on featuring Niall Branson and his niece!

An S/T modern AU ficlet.

Tom stared at the lump of mass passed out on his couch. He adjusted the black rimmed glasses that were sliding down his nose to get a better look at the figure underneath the cream blanket.

Niall.

"Fecking hell," he muttered as he took his brother’s mud-soiled trainers from under the couch.

The scent of alcohol permeated the living room of the small Dublin flat. He rubbed his face, the stubble on his cheek scratched his hand. He would have to shave today, though Sybil has told him on many occasions that he looks much better with a slight shadow on his face. He turned around and headed for the kitchen, dropping his younger brother’s shoes by the door. He opened the fridge, grabbing the milk and eggs. He looked at the flashing clock display on the oven.

7:58 AM

He cracked open the eggs and whisked them with a fork. He pulled out the pan from under the sink and placed it on the stove. Two more minutes before a freshly woken toddler would come bouncing into the kitchen asking for her eggs and milk.

Instead, two minutes later, it was Sybil and not Sybbie who came in.

Sybil yawned and kissed Tom, murmuring a quiet “morning” before grabbing the kettle and filling it with water. Once the water was on the stove, she grabbed four plates from the cupboard and set them down on the table.

"Your brother slept with his glasses on again."

Tom didn’t even notice.

"Eejit."

Tom pushed the eggs around the pan as Sybil leaned back on the counter next to him, arms folded across her chest. She tried to hold back a smile as she caught his eye.

"Do you really think it was a good idea for you to give your mother a key to our place now? I told you this would happen," a smug smile now threatening to break to the surface.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"He would have found a way to get in anyway. I swear we should be charging him rent for all the days he’s spent here."

Sybil leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Maybe we should set up another bed in Sybbie’s room. It’ll be nice having a playmate around."

Tom snorted a laugh as Sybil let out a chuckle.

Sybil looked at the clock. 8:03 AM. Where was Sybbie?

She called out for her.

"Sybbie? Are you awake darling?"

And just like that, a three-year-old Sybbie walked in with black ink smeared across her hands and plopped herself down on her chair.

"Morning Mammy. Daddy, eggs."

"Comin’ right up."

Tom brought the pan of eggs and put a spoonful on her plate and poured her a glass of milk.

"Thank you Daddy," she said as she grinned happily at her food,

"Uncle Niall’s here again. Does he live here now Mammy?"

Sybil laughed and shook her head.

"Do you want him to live here?" she asked.

Sybbie thought for a moment.

"No. Because Uncle Niall’s no fun in the mornings. He’s sleeps late and he’s grumpy when he wakes up."

Both Sybbie’s parents snorted.

As Sybbie reached for her spoon, Sybil noticed the black marks on her hands. Knowing she took a bath the night before, the marks would have been washed off.

"Sybbie, love, what’s on you hands?"

In mid-chew, Sybbie answered.

"Marker."

"Why is it on your hands?"

"Because Uncle Niall wakes up grumpy. He should wake up with a smile because it’s a new day!"

Still confused, Sybil pressed on further.

"But why is it all over your hands?"

Sybbie pouted slightly.

"Because I’m not a good drawer."

Sybil looked across the framed opening of the kitchen into the living room and saw Niall wrapped in his blanket, glasses still not falling off. She turned to Tom and tapped him of the arm. Sybil pointed in Niall’s direction and they exchanged puzzled looks.

Tom turned the stove off and the pair along with their daughter went up to Niall.

As they got closer, the strange markings on his face became much clearer. A French mustache, soul patch, and a pair of glasses were drawn into his skin.

Sybbie grinned as she watched her parents cover their mouths, trapping any snickers that came out. But it was all in vain as Tom couldn’t hold it in anymore. He laughed, doubling over at his brother’s appearance in the hands of his daughter.

Niall stirred from his sleep, waking from the noise of laughter before him. He groaned as he lifted his head off the pillow.

"What?"

angiemagz:

The captains of our ship

(no one ships Sybil x Tom more than Allen and Jess)

yankeecountess:

piperholmes:

isaoli:

cravingcrawley:

I saw this photo of Tom and it looked like it belonged in a yearbook from the 70s. After a little editing, I think it looks pretty convincing. #lol #downtonabbey #tombranson #branson

OMG No! I hate the 70’s! 
My dad has a picture just like this, and they are very much alike … this is weird! LOOOL

Tumblr has finally broken me.

Lord help me, I’m reblogging this

do I dare tag it? do I? HELL YEAH I DO! tom branson giggle snort someone tweet this to allen I TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU!
YOU KNOW I FUCKING WILL.

yankeecountess:

piperholmes:

isaoli:

cravingcrawley:

I saw this photo of Tom and it looked like it belonged in a yearbook from the 70s. After a little editing, I think it looks pretty convincing. #lol #downtonabbey #tombranson #branson

OMG No! I hate the 70’s! 

My dad has a picture just like this, and they are very much alike … this is weird! LOOOL

Tumblr has finally broken me.

Lord help me, I’m reblogging this

do I dare tag it? do I? HELL YEAH I DO! tom branson giggle snort someone tweet this to allen I TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU!

YOU KNOW I FUCKING WILL.

"No, I won’t go without you."

Fuck this goddamn photoset for giving me tremendous feels before class.

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