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*in sing song* next episode is going fucking destroy my will to liveeeeeeeee
Not like the trailer didn’t make me cryyyyyyy *nervous laughter*
$50 next episode also has verosica. Just makes sense also because as we see in season 1 episode 6 she also lives rent free in his head
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"If angels can do whatever and remain in the sky!"
God this song. I've had it on repeat while drawing this. It's so fucking good! Emily was such a great character too and I feel like her and Charlie could be good friends!
I'm also glad to see Charlie not being a pushover even if she's not in demon form. She was controlled, but she stood her ground!
#charlie morningstar#emily seraphim#seraphim#Hazbin hotel#Hellaverse#my art#artists on tumblr#if hell is forever then heaven must be a lie#season 1 episode 6#Hazbin charlie#emily hazbin hotel
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The way that Kit and Jade hug when they reunite in Skellin is making me feel so many things. The way they just collide and hold each other tight and melt into each other. This is the other half of their souls and they’ve got them back and they just need to feel that
#I know people were disappointed there wasn’t a kiss but the hug felt just perfect to me#kit tanthalos#jade claymore#tanthamore#kit x jade#willow 2022#willow series#season 1 episode 6
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!!SPOILERS!!
Screengrabs from tonight's new "Gen V" episode. Jensen was absolutely fantastic!
#jensen ackles#soldier boy#gen v#the boys tv#spoilers#season 1 episode 6#jumanji episode#it was fucking hilarious#crying 😂😂😂😂#❤️❤️❤️❤️
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DOG the board vote?? in season 1 episode 6 when Roman is considering his vote and logan calls him Romulus and he just SHRINKS like u can see in his face and his body language he is 8 years old again and dad's mad
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Remember when Raffi had Cris who never told her that her emotions were wrong and that she needed to police them and was there to watch over her as she spiralled when few others (even Picard) noticed? Yeah, good times
#picard#star trek picard#star trek#raffi musiker#raffi#michelle hurd#cristobal rios#santiago cabrera#aramis in space#original post#not incorrect quotes#season 1 episode 6#the impossible box#jean luc picard#patrick stewart
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The Way Things Were | Tommy Shelby x Reader
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Chapter 11: Pride Goeth Before The Fall
Word Count: 2.3k
You couldn't help but smile bitterly.
She is beauty, she is Grace
There were many forms of currency in the world: money, weapons, and information, to name a few. But she exhibited the easiest of all, the most deadly form of currency, and that was persuasion. She had entrapped him in her claws of greed and ran laps around all of you.
Though, there was relief in receiving the news that Campbell had skipped town. Maybe, you thought wistfully, she would pack her bags and go too. You would never have to see her face or feel her presence tugging in the corner of your mind. Her figure would no longer appear forebodingly in your mirror, nor plague your life in any manner again.
Maybe.
Just maybe, life could return to the way it was previously. It had been boring and tiresome, but the hair left over in your sink was evident that the new life's stresses had been taking a toll on you. The tips of your nails had begun to chip and pull away at the raw skin of your fingers. Your mouth was always parched, arms jittery. It was a mundane life, but it had been yours. And Tommy never looked at you anymore, but there had been remnants of what had been, slivers of memories that meant you could get by just fine.
Now, you had everything and nothing.
You had everything you needed and yet, the hollowness in your husk of a body was more desperately haunting than ever before.
"(Y/N!)"
If you had just kept your mouth shut, you pondered, would things have been different? Could you have prevented anything that had transpired?
It had utterly destroyed you.
“(Y/N/N)!”
You blinked, rubbing your cool hands together anxiously. Then the realisation set in, broken from your haze of thought.
“It’s Pol-”
Your hand pulled the door open, Polly squinting as she observed your appearance. Her red and puffy eyes softened, the crows feet in the corner of her face scrunching together. Lips pressing together, she stepped inside the apartment without another word. It was as if she could read your face like a tea reader, the tired creases and lines, or the way your lip curved in dismay. She sat without another word, hands gathered in her lap while her gaze drifted across the room.
"You look tired" She paused,
"Lovesick."
It was as if your ears had perked upwards, but you remained focused on the task at hand, which was making tea for your guest.
"He made his choice" you mused, fingers brushing past Tommy's favourite mug. Well, it hadn't been his favourite per se, but whenever he visited, you would always use the navy blue mug for him. Your heart wrenched. "I appreciate it, but why are you here, Polly?"
"I needed to tell you... I told Ada too. Tommy's replacing Billy Kimber. We're joining the official National Association of Race Course Bookmakers". Despite the good news and the swelling of your heart, Polly's look remained downcast, as if foretelling the worst.
"That's great for us, for you, for the business. But I don't want to get involved"
Her tongue clicked, "Maybe so, but you wouldn't forgive yourself if something happened to Tommy, or John, or Arthur or anyone of the likes and you weren't there. Just come, love. Do it for me, if not them"
The spoon in your hand moved in circular motions, creating a small whirlpool as you stirred in her sugar. The thought burned in your mind. She was right. They all meant so much to you, they were your family, despite the fact you couldn't bare to face the head of the family.
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Polly pushed the doors forward, moving into the room like she owned it. Not a glance was spent your way while Polly acted as your own personal guide through the sea of tables and people. It was as if her body was protecting you from any onslaught. "Leave that, boys, come back to it later" she warned softly to Scudboat and Lovelock who remained seated doing work. They rose from the chairs without a word to obey the matron and scurried off after you with their heads between their tails.
Tommy was like a threatening, towering monster, even with a smirk winding up his face. You felt your body shrink at the thought of confrontation.
Hell, this wasn't you, but you couldn't seem to snap out of the trance either.
"Right" he cleared his throat, "I've brought you all here today because this is the day we replace Billy Kimber. This is the day we become respectable. The day we join the official National Association of Race Course Bookmakers. But first, we do the dirty work"
The bile in your throat rose with every moment that ticked by. The fact that too many variables could go wrong was daunting in the back of your mind as he laid out the alarmingly brief plan.
"We've all known this day's been coming. I just haven't told anyone the date" he paused and inhaled deeply, the room falling silent as he turned to face the neat scribbles on the chalkboard behind him. "We're going to the Worcester races. The track opens at one, we get there at two. Now, Kimber thinks we're going there to help him fight the Lee brothers. But thanks to the efforts of our John, and his lovely new wife Esme, the Lees are now our kin. I interrupted those efforts this morning, and er-"
Chuckles echoed throughout the room as the picture flooded your brain of John underneath the sheets with his new bride. Pushing back the need to stick out your tongue in disgust at the men's piggish behaviour, you shoved your hands into the pockets of your pants to distract yourself.
"-I can assure you John is making great sacrifices for the cause of peace"
Polly let out a restrained snicker beside you. Your eyes found John's, watching the distaste form on his face. You couldn't help but smirk as your focus found the floor once again.
"Yeah, alright" John murmured, attempting to calm the chortle.
Tommy continued, "So it'll be us and the Lees against Kimber's boys. We take them out but leave the bookies. I expect a swift victory which will send a signal all the way to London, that we believe in letting legitimate businesses run peacefully"
The unanimous mood around the room, as you perceived it, appeared to be docile understanding. Despite the hasty explanation of the plan, all seemed to be in order, the members of the Peaky Blinders already coming to the conclusion of violence. You saw as a handful of their hands tightened or eyes grew in excitement at the prospect.
"And er- what about Kimber himself?" John posed, toothpick wedged between his lips.
"I'll deal with Kimber. Any other questions?"
For a moment, nobody spoke as looks were tossed around the room. Smoke fell from the tips of cigarettes. Polly crossed her arms and glanced back at the rough door which led into the room you were currently in. "Yes" she remarked, face lighting up as if she had remembered a crucial detail. Everybody leant in eagerly towards her, eyes never leaving her figure as she made her way towards the door.
Your mind was piqued with curiosity, fingers finding their way to your painted lips.
"Does anyone object if I bring a newcomer to the meeting?" to be met with silence. Her head poked around the door as she gave a whisper of encouragement to the anonymous persons behind it. Without the skip of a beat, she smiled and the door was pulled open, "I'd like to introduce the newest member of the Shelby clan"
Karl gurgled playfully while Ada's clutch on her child was tight, her smile radiating happy innocence. Karl's chubby, rosy cheeks were covered with a soft, canary yellow swaddle. The colour in your friend's face had returned.
It had been months since you had seen her so happy.
Polly had done it again.
The room broke out into a slow clap, and then the pace was quickened to match Ada's steps towards the front of the room. Finn giggled with excitement at the sight of the newborn.
"Welcome home, Ada"
She nodded, receiving acceptance from her brother gratefully, "We named him Karl. After Karl Marx..."
All the men in the room laughed.
"Karl Bloody Marx" Arthur cursed. Though you could tell his tone was not that of malice, but of high spirit. Even his walk towards his sister seemed to have a pep. "Let me get a look at him". Karl was passed to Arthur and he held the babe high for everyone to see. A cap was placed on his head, causing your lips to break away from the nibbling of your fingers.
"Careful of the blades, Arthur" you stated softly, voice barely coming out as loud as a mouse squeak.
"Always the mother, (Y/N)" Arthur responded affectionately, tipping the cap slightly to adhere to your warning without taking the cap off of the boy. "Hey, look, he looks just like me!"
"That's his arse that looks just like you, Arthur" John remarked.
"He's alright" Arthur cooed, "He's a Shelby"
Everyone began to shuffle back to their stations, buzzing with anticipation and the morale boost. Feeling warmer than before, you placed a reassuring hand on Polly's shoulder and smiled gently. The woman noticed what you were trying to say and reciprocated the expression.
Tommy swallowed, "Well, Ada? Am I forgiven?"
Her arms were crossed against her chest, "If what Aunt Polly says is true, you are"
He nodded, "It's true"
Without another word, Ada rushed towards her brother to embrace him fondly. You heard her exhale as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, savouring the hug. "Thank you, Tommy"
You did your best to fill in the gaps with what you had been told. Freddie was in prison so you assumed Tommy was going to get him out, and that was why Ada was so elated.
The woman broke away from her brother, and Tommy's gaze fell onto you. His head snapped away violently, the hairs on your neck standing at his coldness. Sighing, she approached you with an apologetic expression, cheeks flushed red.
"I wanted to apologise for what I said earlier-"
"-Ada" you cut in, feeling the apology was unnecessary, "Please, it's alright. Don't worry about it". Your arms opened in acceptance and you found your head posed on top of Ada's, the smell of her floral perfume invading your senses.
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Ada gave you a light lipped smile, back pressed against the chair with her feet up. You stood against the wall in a comfortable position, taking a moment to rest after absorbing everything that had happened to you over the last few days. Your body craved the nicotine, the sweet release of exhaling that puff of smoke, but you had promised yourself not to smoke around Karl, so it would stay that way.
Polly had disappeared into the other room minutes ago, yet to return. There had been the occasional clatter of dishes, but not enough to warrant distress. Eventually, she emerged with a platter of china dishes which were placed on the coffee table where Ada’s swollen feet once rest.
“More… tea” you pursed, eyebrows dragging into a frown.
“To help with the nerves. Christ knows you both need it”
Your mouth opened to protest but the words fell short as you decided you couldn’t argue with her logic. Bringing the warm cup to your lips, you sighed, feeling the steam cloud your face. The atmosphere of the room was light, the previous weight lifting from your shoulders as you felt relief course through you.
That was, until the door burst open, prompting you to jump in shock. The umber drops of tea splattered to the hardwood floor. Your violently shaking hands sat the cup down on the coffee table before looking up at Tommy expectedly. The surprise had brought you over to the edge. Your resting head had once again been plunged into anxiety.
His presence was commanding and his voice exasperated as if he had run a mile to get there, “Ada! You and the baby, get in the bull ring where there’s lots of people”
She didn’t hesitate as she jumped from her seat, face ridden with panic.
Polly stood in the doorway with anticipation, “What’s going on?”
“We’ve been fucking betrayed” he spat, pacing around the room with his hand to his head. Your stomach lurched, the pieces falling into place once again. “Somebody let slip. Kimber’s men are on their way here”
“But you can handle them, Tommy?” Polly asked, desperate for reassurance.
“It’s just us. All the Lees are on their way to Worcester. We’re outnumbered”. The pit in your stomach grew bigger, more sickening as his fists made contact with one of the cabinets, causing the furniture to shake. A string of rash profanities left his lips as he watched his plan unravel before his very eyes.
“But who else knew today was the day you were moving on Kimber? You said you kept it a secret. Who else did you tell?”
His face went ghostly pale, jaw clenching as the veins became prominent on his forehead. You tsked, eyes burning into his back. Polly’s head went between you both and her jaw hung open. In that moment, she was overcome with pity for you.
“There’s only one thing that can blind a man as smart as you, Tommy: Pride. It was that barmaid”
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#the peaky blinders#thomas shelby#thomas shelby x reader#tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#peaky blinders#tommy shelby x you#female reader#she/her#cillian murphy#season 1 episode 6
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Optimus: Our lifespans are far greater than those of humans and Bumblebee still has a lot to experience.
Translation: He is baby.
#tfp#transformers#transformers prime#tfp optimus prime#tfp bumblebee#season 1 episode 6#and you know what? Hes right
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Part 6 of my 911 watch through and yes I'm gonna do every episode. Also this series is more for me than anyone else (I have short term memory problems).
Another plane crash episode, that was fast. Never mind it's a proposal...and now she's having a heart attack.
Damn Abby you sure call at horrible times, but it turned out well. Although I don't think operators normally do half the stuff she does.
They are making cookies awww, and carla is still amazing 💜
THEY DID NOT MAKE A FUCKING REBAR CAKE? WHAT THE HELL GUYS
Why is Hen saying shade rapidly so cute.
Abby did show up, damn blushing and embarrassed buck is adorable. Also Chimney does deserve all the cake and icecream he wants.
Awkward conversations, but also the girl who loves valentine's day, with the guy that hasn't put a thought into it... I'm sure everything will go fine.
She's insane and he's a douche, match made in hell. She killed him didn't she. Never mind she is currently killing him.
She wants to get laid and he's trying not to relapse. Also Bobby helping him with the tie is a a great moment.
I wish they would have dulled/dimmed the siren lights for the organ transplant delivery scene.
Now she's back with the crazy lady again. How many pills does this lady take jesus christ.
SUPERGLUE????
Her hair is pretty, why is he such a himbo tho.
I'm sorry wtf is this first date, he's choking/drowning on bread five seconds in.
Oh okay cool so we just doing surgery now I guess
Got a cheater... wait what? That didn't go as expected.
Wow this bitch really is crazy, she's on some human sacrifice shit.
Finally some wine and cookies at the end of a long day (and episode) , who could ask for more ❤
#911 fox#911 abc#my thoughts#episode breakdown#911 1x06#season 1 episode 6#Heartbreaker#valentines day#Kat reacts#rereading this there was a lot of unintentional foreshadowing#long post
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Ted Lasso: Season 1 Episode 6
For @wauryd and the many others (@mercurial-make-em-ups @heatherfield @austennerdita2533 @asphodelandabsinthe @sarahtarth @flannel-and-rainbows) and if you want to be tagged or removed lmk
Awww Ted </3
🥺🥺🥺🥺
You tell him ted!!!!
I LOVE HIM!!!
Higgins, you're not Keeley!
Hahaha curse to reverse I love the rhyming
Roy is right!!!
Awwww Sam is Right! ITS HER TEAM!!
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I love them!!! Team LOVE
SHE KNOWS
😭😭😭😭😭
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Scooby-Doo, Where Are You!
What The Hex is Going On? (Season 1, Episode 6)
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"remember sunrise bay? you were drunk most of season 3!"
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The Way Things Were | Tommy Shelby x Reader
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A/N: Welcome back! I took a much needed break, and I’m praying it has assisted in fixing my writers block. Thank you for all being patient with me <3
Much love xx
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Taglist: @cleverzonkwombatsludge @itscheybaby
Chapter 12: Gone With The Wind
Word Count: 3.1k
Your warning had been impossible to ignore, or so you thought. Maybe he had stuffed it into the furthest corner of his mind in an attempt to forget the truth leaving your lips. But the consequences had now come back to bite him, the error in his judgement jeopardising you all.
At this point, your anger must have been at its peak, your face had curled into a snarl. Your weary features were painted with frustration and determination, brows pulled together. You and Polly entered through the back door, having to brush the dust off of the handle. Your footsteps were silent as your eyes locked onto the girl, who appeared occupied with grabbing the last of her possessions.
She had just finished buttoning her scarlet coat.
"Going for good?" Polly queried.
Grace's breath hitched as her eyes lay on the matron, then settled on you. They snapped away to the floor as she continued to tie up the strings of her jacket. "I heard there was trouble", she explained.
"Instinct is a funny thing. You see, normally I can tell about a person, but with you-" Polly stopped, face grimacing as she failed to find the words.
As confident as ever, Grace turned to you both, "The fighting is about to begin. We should get out of here"
You were done with her, with her innocent charades, playing everyone for the fool. She had taken all that you had and twisted it to her favour. You were never the fool, you were brighter than ever, and you had caught her just as she had tried to make her grand escape. It was now your task to clean up the men's mess for them.
"We know who you are, we all do. That copper good as told him this mornin' but I wanted to hear it from your lips". Her face was sternly unmoved by your words, though you could still see an ounce of hot panic flicker through her eyes, the ones that she had so cleverly used to bend the Shelby Family to her will. "Men think with their dicks, dear. The biggest mistake you made was thinking we would just go along with it"
Polly's hand had secured an elongated pin from her hair and you felt your hair raise, itching for a fight. You watched attentively as Grace's nimble fingers inched towards her clutch before snapping it open to reveal a pistol. Blinking, you put your weight on one of your legs and your hand to your waist, perplexed.
Was she stupid? Or was she desperate?
"I am an agent of the crown. I have the power to arrest and the right to use force. So please step out of my way". You could tell the gun was rattling in her hands, even with the slightest movement, that if a breeze swept through the room, it would shatter her. If you hadn't been fuming, you might have even pitied her, going into this not knowing what to expect.
But alas, she had played her cards all wrong.
Polly only smiled, "Like I say, instinct is a funny thing. You fell for Tommy for real, didn't you? Shame you were just an escape"
Her lip quivered, eyes set on her targets, "This gun is loaded"
Polly shook her head dismissively, "We're not afraid of you. I feel sorry for you. Slip of a thing, thought you'd come in here and stitch us all up. We've had some copper narks in here before, but you? You're the Queen of them all"
Your gaze drifted across the cold, steel barrel of the gun, mouth quirking into a smirk. "So, who are you really? Little rich girl, daddy didn't love her enough so she went to go join the Unionists? An Ulster Volunteer? You think Fenians, Communists and low people are all the same, scum. But then you met Tommy, sauntered into our lives and began to rip it apart"
There was a clatter as her gun found the table, her hands beginning to roll up her sleeves without hesitation, "I'd fight you with my fists and show you how a rich girl fights. I'm from a tough family too"
"Nah" you combatted with a steely gaze, "You didn't have to fight for where you are. We came from nothing. Besides, we women have more sense. Why don't you pour us a drink instead?". Her nose was only separated from yours by a thin sliver of air, the tension thick enough to be cut with a knife. It felt as though the violin string was about to snap.
But instead of instigating, she drew away and took security behind the bar. You and Polly shared a look as Grace began to pour the drinks you had requested and brought them over. As she took a seat beside you and Polly at one of the smaller, damaged round tables, Polly looked up at her, cigarette posed between her lips.
"So am I right? Did you fall for Tommy?"
Grace was silent for a moment as she formulated a response, "Just as much as her"
Your eyelids shuttered close as you took a deep breath, feeling the air pass through your nose. Hand diving for the alcohol glass, you brought it to your lips, Grace’s eyes trained on the liquid as it fell down your throat. You gave a small grunt-ish murmur of disapproval.
"Then I pity you both". Polly took a long drag of her cigarette, head propped towards the window.
Grace's words were slow, the gravity just as heavy behind them, "I think he'll try to kill me"
"He's too soft"
"Soft?"
You sat there in thought, eyes lost in the colour of your drink.
"Soft, like you. You saved his life the night the coppers came. That's why we're drinking, not fighting. We owe you"
"No more, no less" you added.
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In the end, Grace left for good, not with her tail between her legs as you had hoped, but with enough certainty to know she wouldn't come back. By the next morning, she would be gone with the wind. Every trace of her existence would be erased, at least physically. You were racked with uncertainty as to the relationship problems it pertained. It had felt as though a chapter of the novel was ending, though you knew that the real fight had not yet been won.
You could not help but stare with beady eyes at the rosary that hung from a mirror in the kitchen of the shop. Fingers between your teeth, you closed your eyes softly as you exhaled.
“They’ll be alright, God’s watch”. You couldn’t describe yourself of a woman of faith, much less to the degree Polly was. But for all of its faults, you couldn’t help but find comfort in her assurance while she paced around the room.
Getting into a shootout with Billy Kimber was a suicide mission and yet you were subjected to stand by and watch. And Polly couldn’t help but treat it as another day in the office, so to speak. Her gaze was calm, only remotely presenting the discrepancies of distress. Even in her methodical pacing, you wanted to burst.
Boom.
Boom..
Two shots rang out and your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the gasp. The air in the room shifted as if it had been the flick of a switch. You watched as Polly stiffened at the stainless steel sink of the kitchen, not daring to move. Dust in the air fell between you both, catching through the sunlight in the window above the sink.
The room was spinning and you felt your footing become unsteady.
“Pol”
She was stagnant.
You rolled your lip between your teeth, hand tightening on a nearby wooden chair for stability. “Polly. Tell me where they’re meeting once it’s done. I have to-” you bit your tongue back, eyes gazing upon her silk-clad back.
There were a million things you had to say. Images flashed through your mind, of the people you loved bleeding out on the grimy streets of Small Heath. You imagined the guttural cry that would have torn from your throat, followed by the broken sobs as you would have pleaded with the reaper to take you instead.
Perhaps it was pity, or that she noticed the desperate inflection in your tone, but she spoke,
“The Garrison. Go”. Her words were a bark, bouncing off the empty walls of the betting shop.
Without another word, you were off, tripping down cobblestone as you went.
By the time you had arrived, pushing through the doors with certainty, you could no longer recall the time that had passed between the shop and here. Everything had merged into a blur of panic, palms becoming sweaty with anxiety. Your eyes had failed to catch up with your other senses as the first thing you heard when entering the bar was the restrained groans of a man. Eyes flickering over the bar in search of the noise, they quickly found the centre where a table sat, crowded by a handful of Peaky Blinders, including Arthur and Isiah.
Panic rose in your throat, disdain building at the acidic feeling of bile as it settled. Your body drove you forwards, prying to see who you suspected was Tommy sat on a chair, crying out in pain. Heart lurching, the cries continued as you analysed the situation. The brief flash of a blade caught your attention before it dove back into the pocket of skin that was Tom’s chest. You flinched, feeling the sweats beginning to creep in up the nape of your neck.
“Hold him still!”
“Come on!”
Isiah only dug further, your ears filled with the unpleasant sound of squelching as you looked on in horror.
With a final scream, Tommy’s body jutted backwards as if a demon had been released from it, only to slump over in defeat. You had never see him writhe in agony that way, and frankly, it made you want to writhe too.
“There! I still have the knack”
In Isiah’s hand was a miniscule bullet, plunged into a glass of cool water. His grin was bright and relief flooded the air. You felt yourself letting go of a breath you didn’t realise that you had been holding.
“Tom?” You called out, feeling your voice lose its power as it travelled across to the men. Your uncertainty still managed to catch Tommy’s ears as his pained gaze fluttered towards you, then to be broken as Arthur’s hand made contact with Tommy’s head.
Shoving a large bottle of alcohol into his face, Arthur instructed, “Have a drink”
Tommy took the drink without hesitation, a bead of sweat dripping from a loose strand of hair. His downcast glare was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine, let alone as he swigged the bottle of vodka.
“Alright, deep breath” Arthur declared before pushing the lip of the bottle to Tommy’s chest. Tommy cried out, and you imagined the unbearable burn as the liquid made contact with his open wound. “That’s it! It’s done”, and the bottle was ripped away.
Your skin was itching with a newfound intensity, set on fire as you grappled with the insatiable urge for a cigarette. Ada was definitely right. Everyone was addicted to something these days. Snow, alcohol, cigarettes. It was all the same.
“Does anyone have a cigarette?” you quizzed rather sharply, making your presence known to the wider majority. Only a handful of eyes snapped upwards to meet you, though it was Arthur that finally responded with a casual flick of the wrist. He dove into his breast-pocket, emerging with a tightly rolled cigarette.
You took it thankfully, already feeling the craving dissipate. With one hand, you took the lighter to it, and with the other, shielding the flame from oncoming wind. Arthur shook his head in quick and fluid motion,
“Weren’t you told to stay with Polly?”
“Yes, well she told me to come and check on you lot” you made a wide gesture to the mess before you, “Make sure you didn’t die, or get into any trouble”
A snort escaped Tommy’s lips as he slid his shirt on once again.
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The canal was a place you didn’t travel to often, but when you did, you were always seeking clarity.
Between the peaceful drone of the steadily flowing water or the buzzing of each dragonfly, your mind was truly about to wander. For a while, you would walk the length of it, pacing and humming in thought. On the occasion, a man would shout for you not to fall, though by the sickening look on their smug faces, you were sure they wouldn’t mind seeing you get drenched. But you found yourself at a quietened part where the canal split off under a bridge into smaller rivers. Discarded dingy boats sat on the water like pieces of soaked bread in a cold bowl of soup. Bales of hay were stacked carelessly against the wall of the underside of the bridge.
A crack of a smile fell upon your features as you relished in the memories.
“So why did you bring me here?” you had posed, pouting every so slightly. If Tommy had noticed, he had not indicated it.
You were much older now, older than you were when you used to run out into the paddocks and sleep peacefully beneath the willows. You were old enough to know better, to not sneak off with your best friend anymore. The whole of Small Heath had a way of knowing, and each venture became more risky than the last. They all had their eye planted firmly on you both.
You had taken a glance around the place before quickly determining it was in a rather decrepit state. Except for the bales of hay, which were bright with colour in contrast to the stark grey water. Even the trees, which loomed over the canal, were just slivers of sharp and barren branches.
The teenager had his hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers, his mind seemingly wandering.
“Tom?” You queried, exchanging a strange look at the boy, whose face became distant. He turned to look at you, and for a moment, you felt as though you were suffocating under his eyes. He shook his head softly,
“I just wanted to escape”
Your eyes narrowed and you took a breath, attempting to find the right words. The boy took a seat at the edge of the canal, letting his legs hang over the side. You paused, then followed his motion, planting yourself squarely next to him. “Are you and Greta fighting again…?”. Your words were just as soft as your fingers, Tommy quickly worked out, as your hand brushed loosely at his for reassurance.
“We aren’t seeing each other anymore” he stated matter-of-a-factly.
Your face fell with worry, but neither of you spoke. There was an understanding between the both of you. He sighed and his brows crinkled into a frown.
You gazed upon the water with intensity, the gentle creak of trees filling your ears. Even the budding moss sitting atop the water appeared to sway to the same rhythm. You weren’t sure when he had arrived but you carried on all the same.
“We used to come here”
“I know”
You could make out the faint outline of his boot from the corner of your eye and shifted your hands to rest in your lap. His figure, covered with his black coat, stood large, eyes observing you.
It seemed neither of you really wanted to speak, not wanting to break the silence. There were things yo u had to say but you felt as though words fell short.
So, taking a breath, you asked a simple question, “Are you alright?”, referring to his wound.
He took a second before his expression flashed with realisation, hand falling beside his ribs. “Just a scratch”
Your eyebrow quirked as your attention turned back to the water, mouth fallen sorrowfully. With a gentle gulp of your throat, your hands bunched to the fabric of your dress. There was the sound of a match and you watched as the flickering light flew into the murky canal water with ease.
“I don’t know why I do the things I do, one of life’s many mysteries”. The words began spilling from your mouth without explanation. “But Grace-”
“She was a mistake”. Tommy threw his hand up into the air, trying to think of anything to say. You could tell from the way his lip curled that he was doing his best not to let his emotions get in the way, “My mistake”
“ It was not my place to judge how you spent your time, I just wanted what was best for you, and for the family. It’s unfair, given everything that has happened, and how nothing has been the same since...”
“Since I came home”
You offered a weak smile and a shrug, “We’re just trying to navigate the new world and not get lost in it”
Just as he had done when he was a teenager, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, almost as if he was nervous. “Still... I kissed you. And then to go for another woman... maybe it would be ‘right if it was anyone but you. But having done that to you, to (Y/N)...”
You were both standing now, his eyes roaming across you. You could have gotten lost in them, suffocated by the watery abyss. Everything about Tommy could suffocate you, pull you down like a ball and chain while you sank under the waves, but in doing so, you had never felt more alive. Every touch, every glance set your skin ablaze. You never wanted anyone else.
And here you were, eyes fluttering through your eyelashes with your gaze planted squarely on his lips.
Tommy’s brows crinkled, as if fighting an internal battle, and the bloody war was raging on inside him.
Within a moment, his lips matched yours hungrily. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage as you kissed him back. His fingers danced on your arm, like you were a doll, too fragile to grip. You could feel the grin of his lips press against yours, sending your brain into a fuzzy mush.
“Tommy-” you whined out in a low tone.
“I could get used to that sound, love”
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A/N: And that, my loves, was the end of Season 1! Don’t worry, I know Season 2 follows a large time gap so I will be filling that in instead of jumping ahead. I hope you’ve all enjoyed the season and are satisfied with its end.
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Spoilers for episode 6 of Interview with The Vampire if you haven’t watched.
Piss on you Lestat, just fucking let go neither of them want you.
Shoving the coffin out the window was Louis throwing the only thing Lestat cared about/needed from inside that house out onto the street.
Louis talking to Claudia while in bed with Lestat gave me man done left the relationship in every way except the physical.
You stupid Louis, I get that you think staying with Lestat is your punishment for the who and what you are and the choices you’ve made, but it really ain’t and if you won’t do it for you do it for Claudia. Think of it as a gift for taking such good care of you, but you were right though the goat chase was humiliating.
Do it Claudia, Louis ain’t going to stop you or say anything because he wants Lestat gone too.
This episode gave me all the life I needed.
Might add more
“You think that a song’s gonna get a rise out of me?!” Clearly it did because you there honey.
“You wrote me a song and put your lovers voice on it? What the fuck is wrong with your head?” A lot darling I thought that was well established.
Lestat was getting such joy from getting some emotion from Louis after a near two decades of getting nothing.
“You swam the Mississippi to find me.” Cool your jets blondie this ain’t about you it’s about your audacity.
Ngl tho I was getting a giddy kick out of it too.
Just goes to show Jacob, Bailey and Sam did their job and acted their assess off.
I feel like if they wanted to make this realistic Louis(A black man)would have had the cops called on him and been arrested for breaking into Antoinnette’s(a white woman) residence. If not by her given she probably knows their vampires than by someone else who doesn’t.
They should have just left right when they found Lestat with Antoinnette again after he faked her death.
Was Rashid popping up real or just a drug affected memory as a dream given the suspicion around him?
People putting spells and enchantments outside their door I wonder how long it’ll be before it’s torches and pitchforks.
Never not once does Louis look at Lestat when Lestat begins talking about how he’s different and wants a second chance and by Louis’ say so he’ll leave Louis’ life. It’s only when Lestat says forever that Louis looks at him whether it’s from how much Louis doesn’t want that or from shock at the thought that Lestat would give him that I don’t know.
Oh so your ass can leave but neither one of them can. What kind of shit is that?
Louis don’t let make you feel bad about how you feel about what they do.
I don’t believe for a second lestat didn’t have a hand in paul’s death.
Both of their asses are stupid for having that let’s leave/goodbye interaction out in the open seconds after Lestat disappears from view because as we all know Lestat has a habit of spying on people.
I take that back they should have left as soon as Louis was strong enough to travel.
I think when claudia says bastard it’s for Lestat but when she says fucking bastard it’s for Bruce.
He should have immediately began drinking human blood after the beating he received from Lestat and practicing his mental control over others.
#interview with the vampire#lestat de lioncourt#louis de pointe du lac#claudia iwtv#season 1 episode 6#1x06
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