𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲.

— · ⑇ ❛ When you take the 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂's shilling—the King expects you to 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇. ❜

[𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲. @TheBlinderKing]

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— the only way to 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 is to make sure the 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 of 𝐖𝐀𝐑 seem 𝙃𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎. ❜

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𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒃𝒚.
peaky blinders.
by #bionic.

[𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲. @TheBlinderKing]

@DECADENClA — books have you had him read recently?" he asked, in no different a way than he would enquire his other business partners. "Tell me. And tell me what he thinks about them."

[𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲. @TheBlinderKing]

@DECADENClA — of cigarette, settling back into his usual mode of being. Memories of the sweeter past were once again locked away, leaving only room for the now. Charles. A remnant, a legacy of that sweeter time, yet forever changing.

But Charles was always more Grace than Tommy.

"What —

[𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲. @TheBlinderKing]

@Ofhisshelbyway — slipped a fresh cigarette between his lips.

"Well?" he enquired, promptly lighting the cigarette up. "You waiting for an order? Get to it, John."

[𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲. @TheBlinderKing]

@Ofhisshelbyway — finally understand Finn's taste for crude humour.

Even now there was an absence of his usual caution, only a jittery sort of anticipation.

There was hardly a change in his expression, however, as he expertly prepared two glasses and filling them with whisky each, and —

[𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲. @TheBlinderKing]

@DECADENClA — even after all this time.

"Do you understand, Celia? I can't be his mother."

[𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲. @TheBlinderKing]

@DECADENClA — glinted in Tommy's eyes. The illusions of his walls faltered—and for a moment, for the briefest moment that would be missed if one were to blink, perhaps the man trapped under the guise of the sergeant managed to claw through. A man who was hurt, and desperate, and grieving, —