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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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Heaven In Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: Beaten with guilt and shame after losing his temper again, Arthur's aimless wandering leads him to church. There she is and, after diving into her heavenly eyes, he is convinced God has sent him His sweetest angel to save his bastard soul.

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TW: Blood, a bit of angst, slight blasphemy and bad use of holy water, reckless x caretaker Inspired by the prompt "Where does it hurt? - Everywhere" by @the-three-whumpeteers

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✞ Timeline: between seasons 2 and 3

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here). Heaven’s voice and song is linked, all you have to do is click on the lyrics.

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The stumbling tall silhouette of Arthur Shelby was crossing through the thick haunting mist of Birmingham. As unwelcoming the town was during the day, it was nothing compared to night time. When sun faded behind the horizon, chased by the pale glowing face of the moon, the whole city turned into a cut-throat area. Arthur brought the neck of the bottle he was holding to his chapped lips and gulped down a mouthful of pure Irish whisky. The fire trail the beverage left behind it as it went down his throat reminded him he was alive — he could still feel something, even though it was the alcohol’s burning. An animal growl escaped from his lips when the bottle left them only for him to lean his back against one of the church’s gigantic concrete walls. A loud raven’s croak torn the silent veil of the night, making him swears. The gravel in his voice answered to the dull bird, which was watching him from a tree with his tiny and beady eyes.

« Fooking bird, laughing at me like the rest of ‘em eh? »

The raven — which was rather large for a bird — tilted its head to the side and kept staring at the drunk man with a cunning interest. Its black eyes, shining under the moonlight, seemed filled with both a wise glare and a mocking sparkle. Soon, Arthur’s curiosity for the raven’s unusual behavior turned into a senseless anger when he understood why the bird was focusing on him, his explosive rage strengthened by the incredible amount of alcohol he had drunk a bit earlier.

« It’s the damn blood is it? Stop lookin’ at me like I’m — I’m some kind of monster, or a beast or I don’t fookin’ know what else! Go to Hell! »

The bottle flew towards the raven but it did not flicker, as if it knew Arthur was not in the shape of being quick nor particularly precise with aiming. As the glass smashed into the ground, Arthur hit the wall behind him with the back of his head and let out a frustrated scream. No more cocaine, no more auto destructive behavior nor suicide attempts for two years straight, and tonight he fucked it all up. He was convinced he could get better, and God knows he tried his best to do so. Got sober from every poison he used to take, got a religious wife that was trying to turn the wolf in him into a sheep… Hell, he even brought her flowers every damn day. But then came troubles, taking the shape of his little brother, Thomas Shelby.

He asked him to do the dirty job — again.

With his calloused hands, he took another man’s life. At first Arthur thought he would not be that disturbed at the idea of killing someone, after all he had done that almost his entire life. Just one last time, he told himself, just one last time and I’ll go back to my little peaceful life with me wife.

Yet, the guilt and the shame that struck him after bashing the lad’s head against the edge of a sink until his face became a pile of squishy flesh soon became too much to handle.

As the last spurt of blood spattered his face, Arthur’s clouded mind became suddenly crystal clear: it would never stop. After that epiphany, the older Shelby brother contemplated how everyone he deeply loved tended to use him. For Thomas and the rest of the family he was a mad dog, the combat brute whose only times he could enjoy life without a muzzle were when he had to rip someone’s throat apart. For his father, he had been nothing else than a poor naive hound that would have done anything to receive his respect. As for Linda, her love was a cruel mirage he wanted to believe with all his heart — but the illusion had vanished in smoke. Whether she considered him as her personal test subject for Christian brainwashing or as a tool to get what she wants, Arthur could not tell. What he could tell though was that he knew she did not really loved him. She wanted to mould him at her will, but he was no lamb. He was a wolf, a beaten and lonely wolf, but still one. And there was no love for rabid wolves, only a bullet through the brain to cure the madness.

As his skull buzzed with macabre thoughts, whose unpleasant noise reminded him of a furious beehive, a bewitching voice pulled him out of his auto-destructive spiraling. Standing at attention and listening carefully, he came to realize that someone was singing inside the church. Arthur’s eyelids fell on his steel blue eyes and the back of his head gently rested against the cold wall behind him, the same wall he had been previously smashing it with. A sighed escaped from his liquored lips as the angelic and hypnotizing voice, slightly muffled by the church’s heavy wooden doors, plunged him into a soft but oh-so-warm haze.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold…

Lulled by the sad melody carried away with Birmingham’s cold night breeze, the swarm of raging hornets in Arthur’s brain stopped crashing against the bony walls of his skull. Another sigh — one of relief this time, for the unbearable noisy thoughts and violent buzzing had vanished. His trembling fingers, numbed by the blows he had hit his target with one hour ago and still covered with half-dried blood, slid along his temples and slicked his hair back. The utter and feral anger he had felt was reduced to void, for even his old heart had slowed its pace down in his ribcage.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold…

The tune, embedded with melancholy, soothed his troubled mind and to be honest, he could barely believe it. When that switch in his brain flipped, God knew he was not in control anymore - even dear Linda, who still managed to hush down some of his tantrums, could not tame the beast inside when it broke free a bit more fiercely than usual. Yet, this voice did so. This stranger, faceless and nameless ghost of the night, brought him back to sanity with the sole power of her voice. The words she was singing, with her a juvenile and enchanting tone, were wrapping his heart. Arthur sniffed and fought hard against the dawning tears that were forming delicate crystal beads at the corner of his closed eyes.

If he had been the jolly sailor bold, he would have thrown himself out of the boat to join the siren that was singing.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold…

She repeated, sadder than she previously sang.

Her song sipped through his heart and filled the cracks with molten gold. Arthur’s lips stretched in an almost invisible grin without even realizing it — By her voice, he was convinced she could repair the damaged creatures like him and make them even more beautiful than they were before they had been dragged through the trenches’ mud and shit. He had barely came to his senses, almost miraculously sobered up, when silent fell again in the church. Arthur reopened his eyes, and shook his head - Had he dreamt? Had it been the whiskey singing to him? No, he could not be that crazy right? Not quite sure if he was starting to hear voices and see things, Shelby decided that he had to found out who had been singing to his very own soul. He wanted to see her, the girl who soothed his foul heart and his twisted mind. He wanted to know, no, he HAD to know, even though his whole being was fragile like a flickering candle flame caught in a hurricane and would probably shatter in million of pieces if she turned out to be an illusion.

Gathering all his remaining strength, Arthur grabbed the handle and opened the church’s door.

[…]

A shiver ran down your delicate spine at the loud silence that floated in the gigantic and empty church. The peculiar sweet yet strong scent of myrrh, wood and frankincense filled your lungs with its holy fragrance. The vibrations of the last word you sang was still echoing in the room, swirling to the high and sculpted ceiling, from which marble angels were watching over you. If someone would have told you two years ago that the only place you would find comfort would be a church, you would not have believe it. You had never been particularly fervent about religion, but you did believe in higher forces whether they were good or bad. More than a matter of faith, the church itself was an old friend of yours. A gargantuan friend of stone, holy titan always welcoming you even in the darkest moments of your life. What you liked the most were these lonely moments at night, during which you could light up dozen of candles and sing your sorrow to the status and colorful stained-glass windows. No gossip from the parish, no believers swarming like ants within these mighty walls. There were just you, the candle lights and the soothing silence. For a few hours, you could finally find peace.

Brushing the varnished wood of the altar with your thin fingers and painted-red nails, you let your mind drift and, suddenly, the world around you vanished. You sunk so deep in the abyss of your thoughts that you did not hear the creaking sound of the heavy door opening, nor the footsteps that followed. All you could heard were the « Burn witch, burn! » that hundred of villagers screamed at you in the woeful remembrance of your past. And in spite of your immaculate porcelain skin, you bore the scars of their words deep in your soul.

[…]

Arthur made a few steps before freezing, his body refusing to come closer as if the aura around the creature that was standing back to him , right in front of the altar lightened up with dozen and dozen of small dancing flames, was too sanctified to be violated. Bathed in the soft and warm orange hue of candles, the long white hair of the woman fell down the small of her back like an ivory waterfall. Right above her the pale glow of the full moon coming through the stained-glass window formed a luminous halo around her head.

His breathing stopped, choking in his throat at such a divine vision. The gangster opened his mouth to speak but no words managed to come out. He had never been good with words anyway. Instead he moistened his lips and swallowed, his mouth dry. The white-haired girl had started to hum the same song she had been singing a bit earlier, not aware of his presence — and he did not dare to disturbing her as if he feared God’s punishment. He took another step, the wooden floor creaking under his sole.

This time the angel — because he was convinced it was one — jumped and turned around, an expression of utter surprise veiling her sweet face. Her fox eyes, adorned with two iris so fair it reminded him of aquamarine stones, scrutinized his slightest movements. She remained petrified for what felt eternity for her but, regarding him, time had stopped for good. Arthur finally inhaled sharply, coming back to life.

All those endless nights of crying, all those endless nights of praying in vain for something or someone to save him, and here you were… His salvation.

He had asked God to send him, the most desperate sinner of all, His most beautiful Angel and He had done so.

She was not just pretty. She was otherworldly and vaguely threatening. Almost ethereal in her short white dress whose cut let her naked back for the world to see.

« I waited for ya. » He whispered.

She blinked, her full and juicy lips opening with surprise.

He stuttered, looking down and decided it was better for you if he stopped talking. The gravel in his hoarse voice, as strong as it was, sounded indescribably frail. As if this tall and slightly threatening man could shatter at your single touch. Now he felt stupid, clumsy with words contrary to Tommy and his naturally eloquent and charismatic speech. In addition to the unpleasant impression of being a fool, Arthur’s own whisky-scented breath and the strong metallic smell of blood reminded him of his horrific appearance. Overcoming the awe you infused in him, panic started to kick.

You frowned, and all of sudden he did not look that impressive anymore. Swept away by the wind, your face relaxed and wrapped itself with a calm, almost placid expression. You exhaled through your nose and walked towards the gangster, who had brought his bloody hands to each side of his head and was now pulling his own hair in a desperate attempt to not lose track.

« Where does it hurt? » You asked with a quiet and soothing tone, for you were concerned about all the blood he was covered with.

Arthur raised his gaze toward the petite white-haired doll who had just pressed one of her cold little hands on his. Your ice against his fire made his legs weak and his heart missed a beat. How his breathing calmed down at your touch was a mystery, but it did. Not quite comprehending why you did not seem scared of him, he stuttered again, all flustered.

« Shhh, shhhh. Everything’s okay, take a deep breath and answer with all the time you need. » Your hand gently tightened its grip, willing to show him you were there and you were not going anywhere until he feels better.

« Where does it hurt? »

« Ev-Everywhere love. It hurts everywhere. »

His hands, his face, his body, his brain, his soul, his damn tortured soul… It all ached too much, and too constantly for him to bear anymore. E-ve-ry-where, that was all he could say because pain was all he could feel.

Without answering, you pulled him to the altar and invited him to sit on the marble stairs. The strong and fierce gangster followed you without the single physical resistance and gave in between your hands, as a rag doll. All he did was looking at you with his charming but oh-so-exhausted blue eyes as you tore the fabric of your dress near your thighs and soaked it in holy water.

« Let me wash away the blood. » Your voice echoed in the vastness of the church, enticing and haunting at the same time — enough to send a pleasant shiver down his spine. You had barely finished your sentence when you started rubbing the wet cloth against his hollow cheek to clean his pale skin from the dark red blood. Once again, he could not help watching you during the whole ordeal all the while enjoying the fresh sensation of the holy water cleansing the dirt of his soul. Not minding his stare filled with fascination, you focused on your task, brows slightly furrowed and fingers blessing him with the softest and most caring touch someone had given him.

« Yer an Angel. I swear you are eh. »

You quickly glanced at him, a sparkle of amusement shining in your cunning celeste blue eyes, before looking back at what you were doing. The weight of his gaze brought fire to your cheeks, for he looked at you like he had just realized what love was.

He looked at you, and to his greatest surprise, found Heaven in your eyes.

I'm super new in the Peaky Blinders fandom, so please bear with me... Especially since English is not my native language. To be honest I am kind of scared to post it so any comment, review, reblog or constructive criticism is welcome. Also, I'll be more than happy to meet people in the Peaky Blinders fandom! In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed some Arthur and Heaven. Still don’t know if I’ll write a full series or snipets of these two love birds.

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icyfox17 · 11 months

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I AM SO EXCITED *SCREAMS*

OOOHHMYFUCKING GODDD

the five year wait was fucking worth it, i cant believe both spider-man ps4 and spiderverse came out in the same year, and their sequels are also coming out in the same year, the top two amazing pieces of spider-man media ever omggg

spoilers for the gameplay reveal that came out today under the cut !!

bROOO first of all the graphics are fucking stunning holyshit, kraven is so intimidating, i dont think ive ever been as scared of him in my life as i have now

and ofc, THE SYMBIOTE SUIT, HOLY SHITT THE WAY IT WAS EXECUTED WAS PERFECT

the voice actinggg holyshit he sounds so angry and so aggressive, he feels so different, and yet he’s still Peter

the details of the change in fighting style and to how he threw the civilian at the end, GODDD i love this game so much, every little detail has had so much care and attention and RAHHSSS

miles is also so fucking cool holyshit, the electricity?? the wing suit??? mans is GLIDING

and i love the addition of ganke to the scene :D

also BROOO THE LIZARD IS FOOKING HUGE WTF

so many thoughts but i’ll get it short i am just RAHHH im so excited for this game, it’s my fav version of spider-man ever <333

#foxie rambles #marvel's spiderman #marvel's spider man 2 #marvels spider man #idk what the tag is help #insomniac spider man #fall can't come soon enough #but at least spiderverse is out in a week B)#spiderman #spider-man #spider man

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cxhleel108 · 5 months

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S7 Thots for this week: Why is everyone here actually delusional asf???

(Apologies for posting this late guys I was very tired when I started writing this…I was also high asf so be mindful of that while you read lol.)

• Oh great now #Raphne is going through shit and everyone’s gonna have to dedicate their whole life to fixing it!

• Bryson laying it on THICC this morning I know dats rightttt😛😛😛

• No seriously why ze fook are we helping them with their issues? I need these people to go back to university or wherever and take a communication course cuz y’all are clearly lacking.

• Tanya so messy for asking that. Girl you know exactly who tf it is why you lowkey telling on yourself like that?😭😭😭

• #Raphne is 100% completely done y’all omg! (Bullshit)

• NO YOU WILL NOT!

• Willow is STILL talking as if anybody give af about what she got to say. Someone get this woman a hobby I’m begginggggg.

• I love having bathing suits worth mentioning now😍

• Ain’t no way they tryna force a argument between me and my partner over this Raf and Daphne mess…bitch.

• WE DONT HAVE TO AGREE ON EVERY SINGLE THING TO BE IN SYNC THATS NOT HOW COUPLES OR HUMANS WORK!

• Talk less sir.

• Why is there always some of the girls trading jealous looks when it comes to this challenge. The point is to literally kiss everyone and y’all still be getting salty, get over it??? Maybe I’m just crazy but I would literally not care.

• Once again Willow is putting on a show for her imaginary friends and nobody in the real world is gagging.

• Wow, now all of a sudden we don’t know how to kiss each other properly because we couldn’t help another couple stop arguing over fucking sheets😕

• How am I having more chemistry with Raf than my own man? God help us.

• Omg Evan came back for me y'all😍😍😍😍😍

• Paying gems magically brings back chemistry to our couple I guess.

• Girl you deserve a 10 backwards.

• That joke bullshit…BOO! CORNY! LAME! 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

• Bryson real lucky he’s cute or I wouldn’t allow him to be acting like a 12 year old about his feelings.

• #Raphne is back together woohoo! (They’re literally gonna break it off again as soon as Daphne founds out bout Raf’s crush)

• Don't force me to have a moment with her ew! That ho is NOT my friend.

• There’s quite literally no reason to speak to everyone about the recoupling. NO REASON!

• Outfit time!🤩

• Eat! Eat! Eat!

• Thought Bryson was finna ask us to be his girlfriend right then and there ugh I need him to hurry up.

• CAN YOU ALL LEAVE US THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ALONE LIKE GODDAMN????

• Vicky if you can see how close me and Bryson are then why would you…never mind why even ask at this point.

• Bonnie has been trying to get with Tanya since the beginning of time. Girl just give up PLEASE.

• Girl who tf is you-

• Why did we get dressed up just to go speak to 3 people???????????? Chile anyways it’s outfit time AGAIN✨

• EAT! EAT! EAT!

• LMAOOOO she's such a loser I almost feel bad...almost.

• Uma you know good and well you meant to record them boys fighting. Fuck outta here with that excuse💀

• Y'all will not let Jake REST oh my goodness.

• Oooo y’all the way Bryson is fighting for us…kinda feeling butterflies in my stomach and elsewhere🤭🤭🤭

• Everyone here is so delusional when it comes to Tanya holy fuck. Actually no, this happens every season. Why do some of these people think that just because THEY feel a good connection with MC that automatically means she wants them? Like baby that’s not how this works…

• Oh Bryson don't end half of the villa like that-

• Daphne don’t ask me if I think you and yo man gon make it niece you don’t want my answer to that lmao.

• 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂

• Why y’all ain’t make us do a surprise dumping so we could get Willow out? WHY IS SHE STILL HERE SHE LITERALLY HAS NOTHING TO CONTRIBUTE NOW????

• Oh I can tell you how! First, we're gonna walk in there and start marveling at every single thing in the room, specifically the bed, even though we've already been in there. Then, bet y'all won't see this coming, we're gonna find a box filled with naughty things😱😱😱 After that, we get to work and all that can be registered is the feeling of our partner's soft lips and how their hands caress our body in every place possible and then after a while we both reach our climax at the same time. Then our partner says they love us blah blah blah, we get some text about what's happening tomorrow and it's prolly the baby challenge or something equally stupid and ridiculous, and then we cuddle up and go to bed.

• If everything I just said is in next week's hideaway scene, everyone who likes this post owes me $10. I'm just playing, we all know everything I said is definitely happening. Keep your money💖

#y’all they losing me it’s time to wrap this season up #litg #love island the game #litg s7 #litg season 7 #litg stick or twist #litg mc #litg bryson #litg willow #litg daphne #litg rafael #litg uma #litg bonnie #litg travis #litg vicky #litg evan

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potatokidyum · 4 months

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I had a weird dream last night and it was a kinda mix of some post The Phantom Show DLC stuff and funking The Phantom getting Beep-0 (I think it was the phantom cause of a certain detail) possessed by darkmess. But here were the main points of it from start to me waking up

• I was in Rabbid Peaches POV and we were in some kind of basement theater in Princess Peaches Castle

• Rayman and Rabbid Rosalina were just jamming for some reason. Literally. Rayman was using some kind of keyboard and Rabbid Rosalina was using a blue guitar with a star on the side.

• I look up the side to see Beep-0’s eyes flicker green and red unknowingly to him.

• A symbol reminiscent to corrupted phantom flickered on the stage (Like from the lights or something)

• Beep-0’s flicker again

• The lights turn off and you hear evil laughter from Beep-0 who HOLY HELL SOUNDED VERY DIFFERENT-

• The lights turn back on and in the center of the stage is a darkmess corrupted (And possibly Phantom corrupted) Beep-0. The only detail I remember is that his left eye had a small darkmess tentacle coming out of it and I remember being all ‘HIS FOOKING EYE?!’

• And before I woke up Beep-0 said, “Finally, now we can begin!” Which erm huh. Begin what?

And then I woke up, I might draw the weird dream Beep-0 but I dunno I’m pretty eepy rn it’s early

#sparks of hope #beep-0 #rayman #rayman dlc #the phantom #rabbid rosalina #Rabbid peach #Any ways I also remember being all like :#HABWGWHWNWN this dlc is so cool!#that twist is so cool!#but why hasn’t anyone talked about this? :{#Of course no one talked about it!#it never existed!

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atombonniebaby · 7 months

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Finished it...Holy Fook!

Main Quest - Unexpected. Side-Quests - Fun. Exploration - Incredible. Collecting - Epic. Locations - immersive. Visuals - Stunning. Gameplay - Enjoyable. Ship-building - purr. Ship Exploration - Calming. Space-battles - grr. NPCs - Memorable.

My Space Cowboy Husband also kept me entertained!

Tips:

XBOX Game Pass - Played on PC for £7.99

PCGameBenchmark - Reading the specs, I didn't think my laptop met the requirements (so Game Pass was great to trial it!) I used this and apparently met the minimum requirements. Managed to play on the medium graphics preset with 4K resolution!

Max out Lockpicking and Persuasion: Seriously, do this!

Read everything: Some quests have unmarked extras you can do!

Do the "Secret Outpost" quest as soon as you get it: Epic Loot Haul.

Save Often: My game did ctd a few times, and I encountered a bug that stopped me from progressing and had to reload an old save (I was quicksaving before making decisions etc)

Fast Travel: Either on ship or using hand-scanner - point at objective or location for quick fast travel.

Unloading Cargo: If you are close to your ship, you can transfer to it's inventory.

Main Quest: I'm replaying to focus mainly on the main story this run. I suggest doing this above side quests - too spoilery to say why, but wanted to give a heads up!

#Away to start from scratch now that I know what I'm doing!#Okay...but the grabbing onto things when you jump and climbable ladders make me so happy!#Lots of FO4 Voice Actors in this...Courtney Taylor (F/SoSu) Matt Mercer (Mac) Stephen Russel (Nick V) Wes Johnson (Moe)#not fallout #Starfield #starfield sam #sam coe #starfield sam coe

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chesspens · 11 months

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I need to write billford I swear to god!

I need to write them holy shite!

I need to know how to speak and function like them

So I fooking write them!

Imma make a bullet list of it and eat it once I'm done.

#billford #something is wrong with me now #and it is these two #my stuff

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buticanfixhim · 6 months

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TRAVIS KELCE IS IN ARGENTINA HOLY FOOK

#tries to act surprised

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weisheitprincxss · 1 year

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It is while the Hero is traveling through a strange forest that she stops by a small pound. Sighing to herself as she knees down to wash the sweat off her face. It wad rather hot out today. She would hear what sounded like Splashing. Blue eyes looking up to see what looked like a beautiful elven girl washing naked in the waters. Ryuko unable to stop looking at her from the slight distance, "Holy fook..." she says aloud without realizing

The blonde woman was rather tall, long slender legs with long blonde hair that laid against her back all the way down to her bottom as she wetted her hair and let anyone sneak a peek at her slender and elegant, but trained form with the elegant woman slowly ringing out her hair.

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mooncantgame · 2 years

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Live soon: holy fook it’s Friday! And a long weekend! I don’t know much, but what I do know is I’m ready to play some fuckin games!

#gamer #twitch #gamer girl #personal #streaming #canadian gamer #my face

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eyespolar · 2 years

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Peaky blinders season 4 episode 3 stream

Second, Tommy acknowledges that due to Michael's recovery, all accounting duties have been passed to the Head of Acquisitions, Ada Thorne. All members of the board approve Polly's return to the company. Tommy first welcomes back Polly Gray to her position as company treasurer, with an improved contract subject to the boards approval. Tommy is shocked to see that Arthur is not in attendance - unknown to him that he is in his office with Linda - and announces his official absence before starting the meeting. Shortly after, Tommy and the board of Shelby Company Limited arrive at Michael's hospital room for a general meeting. The photographs of Luca and the Changretta men With this, she hugs him and leaves, remarking that she has as much right to be there as anyone else. Despite initially having a close relationship, Michael tells his foster mother that she should leave, as he is with his real family now and is expecting them soon. She also reveals that his foster father passed away peacefully in his sleep, which seems to sadden Michael. He is visited by his foster mother, who reveals that she heard the news in the local paper and has brought him apples. But could there be a traitor within the Peaky Blinders Plotĭue to the events that happened previously on Christmas Day, Michael is in hospital enduring a slow recovery. It's a fucking ROCK.Luca Changretta understands the complexity of his enemy, as the weight of gypsy tradition hangs upon Arthur.

There is absolutely no way a sapphire in your vagina would be comfortable, let alone pleasurable.

Cried at the end when Tommy said "except you, Dad.

Also, the way that she crept off early the next morning, lied to the maid, and took Tommy's car felt like it was going somewhere, then didn't.

Tommy looking up at the portrait before he went off to fuck the duchess.

Grace's portrait watching over the whole scene.

Seriously though what the actual fuck is with the duchess and her crazy "wooohooo let's fuck in every room in the house and make the maids watch and let's play Russian roulette and I'm going to demand drinks and slap you" routine?.

Speaking of Hughes, the scene where he's running around and playing with the children in a very innocent way - but we know what we know about him - make my stomach turn.

A Shelby would never trust that a priest in Hughes' church would actually abide by Catholic practice and not tell a soul. She's far too smart to confess otherwise, and she left as soon as she'd got that information out. It was intended to get back to the Father Hughes, for some reason.

Something was definitely up with Polly's confession.

This is why the world thinks we Brits are prudes, BBC.

I was promised nudity and damn you, BBC, you didn't deliver.

(Like I know that you're actually happily married and btw happy birthday for yesterday but yes, yes, you can get a fuck any time you want.)

"I can get a fuck any time I want, love." I BET YOU CAN CILLIAN YOU HANDSOME SCAMP.

Daaaw, touching moment between Esme and John though, when he promised her he would buy the house her family was kicked out of and just generally understood her need to run/travel.

Esme "I'M FIVE MONTHS GONE!" immediately snorts cocaine cracked me up for some reason.

I mean, while being a devious little shit, but aaaw.

Although if I'm wrong and she's not, aaaaw, finally someone is looking out for Arthur's well-being.

BOOOOOO to Linda being the one to start it all.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSS to the women being boss-ass bitches and going on strike.

THAT SKULL CRACKING SOUND I THREW UP A BIT IN MY MOUTH HOLY FOOK

I can take blood-and-guts gore all day, but bones breaking/dislocating makes me want to hurl.

No no no you do not taunt a grieving man about his dead wife and you do NOT wear her perfume you absolute trash skank ho.

Crazy duchess is fucking crazy and EVIL.

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