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dearshelby · 29 days

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Once again, Tommy Shelby and Eleanor Nelson get on a battle of wits, but will they stick strictly on business? | Jack x Eleanor AU pt. II

Spoiled. That's how Eleanor felt walking through the Garrison lane. So many years living in luxury taught her to despise the humble and the street that was once normal to her, now looked ugly and dirty, unworthy of her.

Inside the pub, Tommy waited for her, cigarette burning on his lips and eyes often wandering to the bottles of whiskey on the shelf. He didn't have a plan or a script to follow, their reunion was scheduled based solely on instinct.

He believed taking Eleanor from Jack's guard would be good for business.

“I left the children alone,” she greeted, “so this has to be quick, what do you have for me?”

“Jack isn't home?” Tommy questioned, observing as he was, he noticed the sorrow underneath her confident tone every time he mentioned her marriage.

“No, honestly, sometimes I wish he'd be more like you as a father,” she spat out, softening her answer with condolences, “I heard your daughter is sick, I'm sorry for that,”

Tommy's jaw clenched, no one outside the family had dared to mention Ruby yet. Family was his anchor and many wouldn't dare cut the rope to it. He sighed, not accepting to be taken off control.

“What do you drink?”

“What are you having?”

“Water,”

“Then water it is,” she weakly smiled, her brummie accent wasn't as strong as his.

He poured her a glass and they sat down together. At first silent, like generals inspecting the enemy's territory before going to battle.

“So?” she asked.

“Before we start, tell me this, why did you accept my invitation?”

“Honesty? I thought I'd be your messenger pigeon,” she admitted.

“Matter of fact?” he arched his eyebrows, “You accepted to come back to Small Heath, to a pub you don't know, to be alone with a man, because you thought I had a message for Mr. Nelson?”

“Thomas,” she scoffed, “I don't know what you're implying but if you're trying to play one of Jane it won't work,”

“Oh, no wish for payback, then?” he nodded, “Good, forgiving women are good,”

“Hm, I wouldn't use that word,”

“You love Mr. Nelson, don't you?”

“We've been married for twenty four years, love doesn't matter anymore,” she mumbled, then counterattacked, “do you love Elizabeth?”

He looked down. Did he? Tommy guessed so. She's been there since forever, he couldn't imagine life without her, but did he love her like a husband should a wife? He didn't know.

“I do,”

“Good,” she licked her lips with malice, “do you love Elizabeth like you loved Grace Burgess?”

Tommy froze, he was never approached about Grace's death, to the point he wasn't ready to be, it was still an open wound, just covered by a bunch of bandages, but nonetheless open.

Luckily, Eleanor carried on, “Y’know, people like the Burgess used to hire Jack's services when he still worked for the italians, they don't like getting their hands dirty, they're agents, inspectors, cavalry, politicians like the Mosleys and like you must've noticed, people like the Mosleys, the Burgess and the Mitfords, don't like people like Jack, like Elizabeth or like me and you,”

“...what's your point, Mrs. Nelson?”

“Call me Eleanor,”

“Hm?”

“There's no point,” she sighed, sipping on her water, “Elizabeth used to go to my sewing shop, she was younger than me and some customers always ripped her clothes, I never charged her to sew it back,”

“Do you want her to write you a thank you letter?” he mocked, hating when people brought up his wife's past.

“No, I just want you to realize people like you are the only ones able to antagonize with Mosley,” she explained, “Jack doesn't see it,”

Tommy gulped, if this business was a chess board, he had no idea of where to place Eleanor. Lately, he wasn't even sure if he was the king, the horse or a simple pawn.

“Now, do you really have nothing for me?” she stared and scoffed at his lack of answer, “Well, take care of yourself, you're thinner since the last time we met,”

With confident slow steps, she left the pub. Tommy was alone again.

#OC Eleanor Shelby #tommy shelby x oc #idk how to stop or where this is going #help #i just want you to feel the ✨️vibes✨️#oh and it wasn't proofread sooo #yeah

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zablife · 2 years

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Ooh from the Drama prompts- Can I please have “I know you’re not talking to me…” with Thomas Shelby xx

Congratulations on your milestone !! X

Prompt-"I know you're not talking to me." w/ Tommy

"I want you out, Tommy!" you yelled at the top of your lungs. You couldn't help the way your body shook as you stood at the foot of your bed, throwing clothes at him. You could hardly look at him and just wanted him out of your flat as quickly as possible. He hadn't realized you watched him last night as he met Diana Mitford in secret. The site of it turned your stomach as you stood in the rain, feeling utterly betrayed.

He came home to you as promised, though it must have been close to dawn. That's when you'd finally succumbed to sleep, aided by the whisky Tommy kept in your kitchen cabinet.

"It's not what you think, love. We've been through this..." Tommy said, running his hands through his hair. His eyes looked more desperate than you'd ever seen them and you wondered if he was taking your threat seriously. The dark circles and his sunken features told you it was most probably the lack of sleep taking its toll though. His health had rapidly begun to deteriorate under the strain of his work with Mosley.

Despite a once thriving relationship and promises of marriage, Tommy was distracted these days with endless meetings, dinners and rallies. At first you told him you understood. In fact, it was moments like these that got you into trouble time and time again. You'd begin to pity him when he came home late looking exhausted and lonely. He'd offer a multitude of excuses for his neglect and you'd forgive him, but today you had to find the courage to change.

Clutching your shivering arms tightly against your body, you attempted to hide your anxiety and confront him. "I know because it's the same bloody speech you've given me since we met, Tom! Everything you do is for the good old cause and I'm not allowed to hear any of it. Now I know why. You didn't want me to find out you're fucking a nazi!" you spat at him. The words were uncharacteristically harsh for you and you broke down the moment the accusation left your lips, dropping onto the bed and hiding your head in your hands.

You felt the warmth of Tommy's bare chest press against your back soothingly and he hushed you, stroking along your shoulders gently. "When my work is done, I will tell you everything. For now, believe me that you're the only woman in my life. You are all I want." His breath fanned over your neck as he spoke and he ventured a tender kiss at the base of your skull to seal his promise. He reached a hand across the mattress to find yours and gave you a reassuring squeeze as he placed kisses down your neck and shoulder.

You felt your resolve slipping as he whispered to you about a ball being held the following week. He promised to show you off properly and dance with you to your heart's content. But only one question sat on the tip of your tongue as you turned to face him with a tear stained face. "Will Oswald Mosley and Diana Mitford be there?" you asked solemnly.

"No," Tommy stated emphatically. With his reassurance, you reluctantly agreed, hoping you could believe his work was only that. However, an ache twisted deep within your gut telling you this all felt far too familiar and you chided yourself for losing your nerve to have a proper conversation about your fears. You weren't sure how he always managed to seduce you back into his arms, but a part of you believed him when he spoke to you this way. Perhaps it's because you wanted to put your faith in him so badly.

When the evening of the ball finally arrived, you felt more confident in your place by Tommy's side. He hadn't had work commitments for three days beforehand and you'd spent time at Arrow House riding in the fresh air and enjoying each other's company. You felt the joy you'd experienced at the beginning of your relationship returning slowly and that made you hopeful.

As Tommy guided you inside the ballroom, you moved with him noting his good mood and you relaxed enough to excuse yourself for a glass of champagne. When you returned, he was nowhere to be found. You circled the dance floor and peered out onto the balcony, but he had disappeared from sight. Finally, you decided to take a stroll through the gardens and that's when you heard the frantic whispers of a couple in passionate argument. You stopped behind a hedgerow to listen, only moments later wishing you'd carried on walking.

"That was one night, Tommy. Why would she mind? A good fuck is how the upper class shake hands," the woman said raising her voice and adding a devilish giggle at the end. You felt your heart catch at her admission. Blinking back tears, you ducked your head to hide as the woman began to move from the shadows.

"Tomorrow evening, same time?" she asked, although it sounded more like a demand than a question. As she moved into a pool of light emanating from the ballroom above, your eyes widened in horror at the recognition. When you realized Diana Mitford stood before you, you shuttered involuntarily waiting for Tommy's reply.

He cleared his throat as Diana shot him a withering glare. "Yes, I'll be there," he choked out finally. You were unable to draw a breath, feeling your chest collapse in on itself as though you'd been stabbed in the heart. How could he do such a thing, you wondered?

Diana turned with a flourish, picking up the skirt of her expensive gown and sashayed triumphantly up the steps to the party. After she had gone, the spell was broken over your frozen form and you began running, only to trip on the stones in the path. Hearing the sudden commotion, Tommy came up behind you and you looked into his ashen face.

"My darling..." he said fumbling for words and reaching for you to help you up.

"I know you're not talking to me. I hope she was worth it, Tommy," you said as you jerked your arm out of his hand and walked away, leaving him alone with his regret.

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writerliry · 2 years

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TORY BENCHES| Thomas Shelby

Summary: Thomas takes you on a long tour of the parliament, and ironically the visit ends differently

Tw: ⛓️🌑

Author's note: this is my first time writing something so long in another language so I'm sorry if have some mistake or something writing wrongly - i hope y'all enjoy this :)💞

It was a cold afternoon, and the fact that your husband had invited you to visit the enormous parliament was the only reason he had taken you away from the warmth of your fireplace and the comfort of you home.

Your crimson red overcoat stood out amid the routine gray and dark weather of Birmingham, and as soon as your shoes touched the dark carpet of the spacious hall, all keen eyes were on you.

"look at you, finally the most beautiful woman in the world is here" Thomas, your husband greeted you with a sideways smile of approval as his eyes roamed over your body. it was no secret that Tommy loved the way you dressed, especially if you wore red – Thomas loved how perfect the color looked on you and how every part of your body stood out even more with such a color.

"the most beautiful? I've barely arrived and you already want Diana Mitford to pick on me?"

you laughed as you stared at your husband who arched his brow in disapproval at the name of the woman whose was always teasing every little piece of jewelry you wore.

"Don't think about Diana, my jewel... come, I'll show you everything!" Your husband caressed your face gently and wrapped his wide arms around your waist making you accompany him in cautious and calm steps

you spent a good few minutes listening to your husband explaining every little detail of how the functions in parliament worked, and to be honest, you found it tedious that every man there was always surrounded by problems and an admirable falsehood.

"Wow! love you seem to really have a lot of fun around here..." you blinked your eyes a few times and stared at your husband with a sarcastic smile that was immediately noticed by Thomas, who took a deep breath before patiently fixing his glasses and looking at you seriously.

"if you're not interested in knowing these things, you can interrupt me." Thomas muttered in response to your lack of attention, your eyes landing on your husband who was definitely the only thing that looked interesting in that huge, quiet, empty room.

the huge green upholstered benches wrapped around the body of your husband who sat patiently in front of you as he carefully analyzed every move you made around the room, your hands roaming the dusty bookshelves and then running through the overlapping sheets on the huge table were another sign that the tour had been really boring, which immediately made Thomas regret his invitation, it seemed like a bad idea for him to have taken him out of the house just to show the reality of working in parliament.

"Sorry, I took you out of the house just to see dusty shelves and old sofas.." Thomas grunted as he watched your footsteps slowly guide you towards him, your husband's hands reached out to you in an invitation for you to take them,you held the hand of your husband who pulled you into his lap wrapping your waist with his big hands that pressed you against his body.

"I don't regret coming, at least I could see how attractive you are talking about work..." you said as you felt your husband's hands roam over the thin fabric of your black dress - Thomas took a deep breath as he buried his face in the crook of her neck approving the smell of your perfume. "you look so beautiful explaining how your work works, i could barely concentrate on the tour."

Thomas smiled at you before taking a deep breath as he felt your hands roaming all over his chest, your fingers slowly opening the buttons of your husband's shirt, yearning to have the best view of your life, having you husband undressed in front of you was one of the things that you loved in the world.

"You naughty girl, I can't believe you spent the entire ride thinking about what it would be like to have me fucking you at every one of those tables..." Thomas grumbled as he faced you with a sideways smile provocative enough to make you understand that your idea hadn't been ignored by your husband - who had approved of your mischievous behavior.

" this is your fault Mr. Shelby, who gave you the right to be so fucking attractive, eh?" you laughed when you felt your husband pressing your waist against his body.

"So attractive I can barely contain myself" you said while squeezing your husband's shoulders in a massage that made Thomas take a deep breath.

"So don't control yourself Mrs.Shelby" your husband whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on the crook of your neck, the sensitivity that Thomas caused in you resulted in a deep, heavy breath.

Your husband's huge hands roamed the thin fabric of your dress, Thomas pushed away the thick coat that impatiently wrapped around her body, his ocean blue eyes stared deeply into every millimeter of your body.

"tell me what you want,doll" Thomas said before returning to kiss every inch of the curves of your neck as he ran his long hands all over your body.

"Stop torturing me and fuck me Tommy"

Your cold hands squeezed you thighs tightly as his fingers seemed to be enjoying themselves as they played with your pussy still covered by your lingerie

"already wet, right little doll?" Thomas ran his index finger down your pussy feeling how wet you were just from his touches, he smirk proudly of how he was able to make you surrender to his arms with just one touch.

"Stop torturing me and fuck me,Tommy!" you babbled between words that barely left your mouth, your eyes scanned your husband who seemed to love seeing how thirsty you were for him

"if you want to fuck,we'll fuck..." your husband muttered before tugging on your legs making them intertwine around his waist and gripping your waist tightly "But you'll have to cross the floor,because I refuse to fuck on Tory Benches"

Thomas smirked when he saw you looking at him in visible disapproval.

"oh well,so you want to fuck me like a whore?" you muttered before giving your husband a teasing look.

"No, I want to fuck you like my wife!" Thomas grunted before lifting his body with a jerking movement.

"i wanna fuck like my property!" Your husband whispered to you before lifting your thin dress with one of his hands.

Your husband's fingers ripped off your lingerie quickly, Thomas smiled as he threw the tight and small piece of clothing in any corner of the huge empty and silent room, where only yours breathing could be heard - Thomas watched your now semi-nude body completely surrendered to him.

your eyes closed as you felt the impulse of your body being enveloped by the huge bench, the icy leather of the same touched your sweaty body from the heat you felt at that moment - your legs were opened by your husband who kissed every millimeter of your body, you hands rested on the arms of you husband who impatiently ripped off his white shirt pulling the buttons at once.

" Tommy!" you murmured as you felt your husband's long fingers entering your pussy slowly, the icy metal of the thin ring that proved your faithful marriage was now felt by you inside.

you let a loud moan escape your mouth in an irresistible pleasure that only thomas shelby could give you, your eyes closed as tommy started the light back and forth movements - Thomas lowered himself to your pussy and held your legs opening them giving him space enough to put his face between them, your husband's tongue wandered through your pussy quickly reaching you clitoris, where he started circular movements that made your moans echo loud and clear through the room, your hands grabbed the short strands of hair of Thomas who grumbled as he felt your fingers caressing all his hair, your eyes closed as you felt your heart flutter in a inexplicable pleasure - It wasn't long before Thomas lifted his face to look into her eyes deeply.

"Cumming already,darling?" Thomas smiles as he wipes his mouth with his fingers and unbuttons the buttons on his dress pants.

"You're so tasty,love" Thomas was groping your breasts with his big hands, which were big enough to cup them - Thomas could be fissured in your pussy, but her breasts were definitely one of the things that fascinated him.

"I love you so much woman!" Thomas murmured as he placed soft kisses on the curves of her neck.

The creak of the leather seat echoed with every movement Thomas made, his hands sought out anything that could be grabbed, his nails digging into the back of her husband who squeezed his waist with every thrust he made inside of you.

"Dear lord,Thomas,you're gonna make me scream!" Your hands grip his hair pulling him closer to you, yours sweaty bodies collide at an inexplicable speed causing the seats to creak more and more.

Thomas felt no shame in letting his moans escape, being the man he was... Thomas didn't feel bad about showing you that you gave him pleasure - he just preferred to let you hear him, so Thomas would moan in your ear just so you could have the pleasure of enjoying how you made him feel good.

"you can scream dollie, scream for everyone here to hear that you're mine!" Thomas accelerated the thrusts while gripping your waist to have better control over your body.

"Baby,we're inside parliament..." you said between moans that escaped your mouth involuntarily.

"Fuck the parliament!" Thomas put his wide hands on your face pulling him in for a kiss.

Your moans gradually increased with each deep thrust Thomas made, you hands covered your own mouth in a caution not to scream right there, that Thomas Shelby was the only man who could fuck you on tory benches that way

Thomas asks for his fists pinning them against the bench and stared into your eyes deeply.

"Scream my name my jewel,let them hear you're mine..." Your legs wrapped around your husband's waist helping him more and more to thrust you harder and harder. "My property!" he whispered.

Thomas' hands helped you to ride him, his hands pressed to your waist helping the thrusts that increased speed and strength making your body squirm in pleasure - Thomas accelerated his thrusts once more and his eyes closed as he felt his apex being reached, Tommy moaned and in seconds you felt all the cum of your husband inside you.

"Tommy!" you finally let a pleasurable scream escape your mouth and surrendered to the pleasure you felt

"I love you dollie!" Tommy muttered before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

you took a deep breath before sitting down next to your husband and smiling before facing the surroundings, where clothes were scattered in every corner of the huge place.

"jesus, i think we need to clean up this mess...before they find your lingerie piece at one of the meetings" you smirked at you're husband,who was already making fun of how pervert you both could be

"are you really worried or is it just fear my panties will be found by Oswald Mosley" you giggle at him as soon as you get a disapproving glare.

Thomas breathed at the sight of you putting on your garments lightly and buttoning the buttons of your long fur coat.

"Love?" You call Tommy,who look at you attentively "Can I ask you a question?"

"Hm,yes doll?" Tommy muttered as he put on his coat.

Tommy wrapped your waist in his strong arms and stared into your eyes waiting for you to ask his question.

"Do you think our son will be a good politician?" You laughed when you saw your husband arching his eyebrow in confusion at the question

"S-son? You mean...Charlie?" Tommy stuttered before facing you laughing at the mess he had caused your husband.

"I think now we're going to have to deal with another baby... after all, this tour ended up really well!" you laughed at your husband who seemed immediately to like the idea of having yet another, who knows, little Shelby boy running around the huge mansion.

"Well,it seems a brilliant ideia!" Tommy placed a kiss on your cheek and smiled.

"And yes love,he'll be the best politician ever!" Thomas walked his fingers across your face in a caress.

"After all, it was made on the benches of a parliament, wasn't it?" Tommy smiled before pulling you by the hands out of the room, the light was turned off and both of you sighed before swearing to yourself that it would all be between you two.

— or maybe between you and little Theodore, who was born as a result of a pleasant tour of the British parliament

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #peaky fucking blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders season 6 #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders x reader

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holysaintscathedral · 10 months

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At Home in Mitford

TV Movie • 2017 • TV-G • 1h 24m • M/F

A divorced writer goes to a picture-perfect small town to get over her writer's block and ends up falling in love with the town of Mitford, its inhabitants, and its most eligible bachelor, the handsome Episcopal priest who lives next door.

https://archive.org/details/at-h-0me-in-mitf-0rd-2017-dramady

TV movies are often poor quality but I'll give this one a chance. The lead actor is 1000% more attractive when he's in the clerical suit.

#movie recommendation #anon ask

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deadendtracks · 10 months

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Continuation of the post I started here!

I wanted to back up a little and talk more about season 5 before moving on to season 6.

About the ambiguity Tommy seems to feel about pursuing Mosley as the 'right thing' -- when he tells Ada about Ben Younger's death, and about the kid who died in the explosion, he talks about how if he'd just gone on doing what he always did (if he'd stuck with gangster business and not tried to do the 'right' thing) that kid would still be alive. He's quite deeply shaken in that scene, and I think he really means it. Later at the rally he tells Jessie Eden that he's trying to do a good thing, and when he does a good thing, innocent people get hurt.

In the meta posts i referenced Tommy's ambiguity towards doing the 'right' thing regarding Mosley. There are a lot of complex threads there and I won't repeat them all here, but one thing I wanted to pull out is this:

Because he cared and tried to do the right thing the right (nonviolent, political, through channels via reporting to Younger and hoping Special Branch will take care of it) way and it got people killed. So he’s falling back on what he knows, which is just take things into his own hands and shoot the fucker in the head.

I think this shows that though Tommy wasn't speaking about becoming a "good man" in season 5, he did try to move against Mosley through proper channels first. This doesn't necessarily seem to have been because he thought that made him a good person; throughout s5 there's a struggle between Tommy filling the role of a respectable politician (no Shelbys in the dirty business, etc) and continuing the old life. There's a hybrid thing going on: he's approached by a judge (and Scotland Yard? I can't remember) to go after people who are blackmailing the judge. He's still being seen as not *really* one of them, and after the crash he talks about how continuing the illegal business will benefit the family. His discussion of politics with Jessie Eden also displays this ambiguity -- she accuses him of playing at being a socialist, and he doesn't dispute this, talking about himself in 'bootstrap' terms. But I'm getting off on a tangent. The point is, in s5 Tommy's still in this in-between place where he's not overtly trying to be a better person, he's still 'playing at' being a dedicated socialist. Ada says if he actually believed anything he said in parliament, he'd be dangerous.

So why was he going after Mosley in s5? Because as Churchill said, he sees Mosley as a sign of another war to come. Mosley's ideology is a direct threat to Tommy and the people he loves. This becomes more overt in s6 when Diana Mitford tells Ada that she'll advocate for sparing the Roma when the great cleansing happens. So Tommy's motivation in s5 isn't necessarily altruistic, he doesn't think it makes him a good person; instead it's entirely about survival to him. In some ways it's a trauma reaction -- I've talked before about how Tommy would basically do anything to avoid another war, and how this probably feeds into his opposition to the communists. It's not that he doesn't think they have a point, it's that they want armed revolution at home.

Anyway, my point is that in s5, his motivation is entirely about stopping Mosley because he sees Mosley as explicitly dangerous to himself and his family. Every time someone talks about it in terms of him doing it for abstract reasons (because it's the 'right' thing to do, which would be the motivation of a 'good' man) he pushes back on it because he doesn't believe that's true of himself.

Okay sorry, I guess this is going to continue in a third post, I can't seem to be concise.

#peaky blinders #meta

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dietraumerei · 11 months

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Weekly Update

HI I LIVE. Just needed to take a couple weeks off! Also we are getting Early Summer here so I am outdoors as much as possible. (also also I got a switch and, okay. So the last gaming system I owned was, I think, a Gameboy color in like 2006ish? Or I had a...something? In like 2007? It’s been a minute, is what I’m saying. Anyway...wow. I sort of knew and accepted that video games are immersive art and storytelling and are important and beautifully done (most of them) but oh my god, there are *so many good video games* and I don’t have to shoot anyone or rush or even be particularly coordinated!! I love._

So yeah, kayaking and hiking and playing Wytchwood, that about covers it.

Writing

Look, I will be honest, I am probably not going to fret about this until S2 comes out. I have plenty of stories to finish, but I don’t feel like it just now. It’s a fallow season for the fandom, and for me. If it changes, whee! If not, meh.

Reading

aaaa so much to catch up on:

The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett: umpteenth re-read, a perfect book. I have beautiful editions of all the Tiffany books now, and hope to slowly make my way through them.

Red Shift by Alan Garner: I was heartened to learn that this is one of his most difficult books; I will be honest that I struggled, but it’s lingered in me, and I hope to re-read it many more times and keep untangling it. It is very, very good.

Hons and Rebels by Jessica Mitford: I’ve been meaning to read this for ages, and it didn’t disappoint in the least. I’m fascinated by the Mitford sisters, and this is such a good peek into them.

It also really drives home how unutterably boring a landed-gentry upbringing was.

Trust by Hernan Diaz: ok you know how people win Oscars nominally for some meh role, but it’s clearly really for an older role that they were overlooked for? That is this book and the Pulitzer, when In the Distance probably should have won. It was fine, but I was kind of underwhelmed. Next time I’ll just read some Wharton.

#weekly update

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 2 years

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Image: Oswald Mosley and his wife, Diana Mitford, marches with his Black Shirts to the East End of London (1936).

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Bertrand Russell's dignified and forceful refusal to debate a British fascist — a return letter to Sir Oswald Ernald Mosley, written after a series of provoking correspondences from Mosley for the 89 year old Russell to engage in public "talks" in which Oswald thought he could persuade the moral philosopher of the merits of fascism. "I feel obliged to say that the emotional universes we inhabit are so distinct, and in deepest ways opposed, that nothing fruitful or sincere could ever emerge from association between us." Bertrand Russell (1962) [ FULL CITATION ] Dear Sir Oswald, Thank you for your letters and for your enclosures. I have given some thought to our recent correspondence. It is always difficult to decide on how to respond to people whose ethos is so alien and, in fact, repellent to one’s own. It is not that I take exception to the general points made by you but that every ounce of my energy has been devoted to an active opposition to cruel bigotry, compulsive violence, and the sadistic persecution which has characterised the philosophy and practice of fascism. I feel obliged to say that the emotional universes we inhabit are so distinct, and in deepest ways opposed, that nothing fruitful or sincere could ever emerge from association between us. I should like you to understand the intensity of this conviction on my part. It is not out of any attempt to be rude that I say this but because of all that I value in human experience and human achievement. Yours sincerely, Bertrand Russell

Mosely rose to fame in the 1920s as a Member of Parliament. In the 1930s he became leader of the British Union of Fascists (BUF). The BUF was protectionist, anti-communist, anti-semitic, anti-zionist and nationalistic political party to the point of advocating an authoritarian racist police state, characteristics that closely mirrored Adolf Hitler's National Socialism. The party's embrace of Nazi-style anti-semitism in 1935-36 led to increasingly violent anti-fascist confrontations, notably the 1936 Battle of Cable Street in London's East End. Soon after Mosley went on a "study tour" of Mussolini and other fascists, and returned convinced that "... fascism was the only road forward for Britain". Mosely and Mitford were married in secret in Nazi Germany on 6 October 1936 at the Berlin home of Germany's Minister of Public Enlightenment and Propaganda Joseph Goebbels. Adolf Hitler was their guest of honour. Immediately before the Battle of Britain (May 1940), Mosley was imprisoned and the BUF outlawed. He was released in 1943, and, politically and publicly disgraced by his close association with fascism, moved abroad in 1951, spending most of the remainder of his life in Paris, France. Mosley was a key pioneer in the emergence of Holocaust denial. While not outrightly denying the existence of Nazi concentration camps, he claimed that they were a necessity to hold "a considerable disaffected population" where problems were caused by lack of supplies due to "incessant and criminal bombings" by the Allies, with bodies burned due to typhus outbreaks. He also confusingly claimed while the Holocaust did not occur as understood, the deaths were to be blamed on the Jews, and even more in historical error, Nazi dictator Adolf Hitler was innocent of moral responsibility since "he knew nothing about it". He criticised the Nuremberg trials as "a zoo and a sex peep show". Mosely stood for Parliament twice in the postwar era, achieving very little support. In 2006, BBC History Magazine selected Mosley as the worst and most hated Briton in 1000 years

#history #fascist #Bertrand Russell #holocaust denial #Mosley

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kristaj · 1 year

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Spring is here! And my spring reading list is full of mysteries and some historical fiction, as well as a non-fiction book about my new home of Florida. Happy Reading!

Bubble in the Sun by Christopher Knowlton

Murder Your Employer by Rupert Holmes

Vera Wong’s Unsolicited Advice for Murderers by Jesse Q. Sutanto

Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone by Benjamin Stevenson

The Mitford Affair by Marie Benedict

The London Séance Society by Sarah Penner

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divinekangaroo · 7 hours

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just enough to let me drown - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | ? | ?

During S6-E5, starting with Tommy meeting Diana at the narrowboat, how he gets back to Arrow, that particular Dinner, through to Tommy returning home after dropping Jack Nelson off at the train.

Tommy was running out of women who didn’t look like other women. If Lizzie found out, he’d have only redheads left to fuck in his old age.

No. No old age. Only this.

Diana Mitford/Tommy Shelby, Past Oswald Mosley/Tommy Shelby, Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Past Oswald Mosley/Lizzie Stark, Jack Nelson, Charles Strong, Small Heath Sex Worker | Reference to Incest, Dehumanisation, Cigarette Burns, Disassociation, Racism, Class Issues, Intrusive Thoughts, Extremely Dubious Consent, Post Rationalisation, Flashbacks, Dyfunctional Relationship, Self Harm, Oral Trauma, Trauma, Plausible Deniability, Close POV/Unreliable Narration, Horrible Dinner Parties, Prostitution, Shame, Hurt/Comfort, Eating Inedible Objects, Vomiting, Pre-Seizure Markers, Where Fascism becomes a Personally Targetted Sexual Nightmare, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Falling Off the Wagon, Unreliable Memory, Hoarding, Orgasm Control, Innuendo, Ethnic Slurs, Trying (so fucking hard!) to Communicate (emotion is the enemy of oratory!), Spiralling, Purposeful Ambiguity, Failed Love Confession/s

#my writing #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy x lizzie #tommy shelby #tommy x diana #tommy x mosley #lizzie x mosley #jack nelson #charles strong #a purposefully 'did that actually happen? did he actually say that? was it all in his head' chapter #i promise the flashbacking and tommy's trauma-blurred sense of time/place only happens once more in this story he's done with the past now #featuring snips of my headcanon of tommy's hoarding habit:#as a little kid he collected/stole little bits of rich people tokens and hid them under the floorboards with a vague thought one day he'd -#-have enough to become one of them #also tried to write this so the t-l scene in the show (getting dressed and 'when i know everything i'll tell you everything') still works.#lizzie is pissed at the perfume but she always believed tommy slept with sex workers ongoing through their marriage. not the same as diana.#lizzie realising txd happened the morning after txl's hotel ILU seemed important. nothing in what diana said at dinner did that. and so #also wanted tommy handing duke to uncle charlie.in this way that tommy arranged the fam's marriages #sorry uncle charlie that i never saw you as a dad. but here you go: a fatherless son i prepared earlier. good luck #as to what tommy's 'script' was with lizzie that got derailed when she laughed at him: reader's choice. XD #he spirals around and around and around what happened with diana and never touches centre

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infjtarot · 22 days

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Death. Morgan Greer Tarot

La Mort, The Reaper, La Muerte Major transformation. Key Words and Phrases: Necessary and profound change. Liberation. The dawning of a new era. Leaving the past behind. The end of a cycle and the start of a new one. Entering on a new way of life. Death of the old self. Empowerment. Rebirth. Renewal. Sudden inevitable change. Transition. Cleansing. Purging. Revitalization. Stripping away the worthless matter. Liberation through purgation. Grieving the loss of a former lifestyle. Inevitable endings. Change of status. Marriage. Divorce. Starting or leaving a job. Leaving home. Relocation. The end of a relationship. Loss of virginity. Spiritual regeneration. The shedding of outmoded attitudes. Reincarnation. Men fear death, as if unquestionably the greatest evil, and yet no man knows that it may not be the greatest good. -William Mitford Anthoney Louis.

#Death #major arcana #Morgan Greer Tarot #tarot

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lolgen792 · 2 months

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my favorite fictional world: Mitford edition

The firefly only shines when on the wing, So it is with us–when we stop, we darken. Through the gift to readers that is Libby, I randomly decided to start reading At Home in Mitford in September of 2022. It was one of the best reading decisions I’ve ever made. I read the Anne of Green Gables series growing up, and Mitford felt like the adult version of that world. Reading it felt providential,…

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#books #community #faith #fictional #hearts #humor #mitford #prayer #small town #trouble

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zablife · 2 years

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Thinking Jack is Leaving You

Jack Nelson x female reader

Summary: You overhear Jack state his intention to leave the UK and mistakenly believe he wants to leave you behind as well.

Author's Note: A quick imagine requested by a lovely anon who wondered what would happen if a Shelby sister was dating Jack while he was in the UK then overheard him stating his intention to "get off this fuckin' island."

Warnings: language, drinking

As you passed by the dining room late one evening a clatter of china caught your attention, then suddenly you heard your lover’s voice. “Fuck wine. Whiskey!” You heard the muffled voices of Jack and your brother, Tommy, along with a few other people. Unaware they were conducting business so late, you crept closer to eavesdrop and heard Jack proclaim. “I’m celebratin’….Gettin’ off this fuckin’ island!” Jack said with malice.

Tommy and Jack had been conducting business the past few weeks and you knew their negotiations hadn’t been pleasant. While he hadn’t discussed his departure with you, you thought Jack liked you enough to tell you about it when the time came. The realization dawned on you that perhaps he had been lying about his feelings for you. What if he planned to leave without so much as a goodbye?

You couldn’t help the tears that fell and you sniffled quietly on the stairs. Before you could wallow in your sadness much longer, Lizzie came pushing past you in a fit of tears herself and you tried calling out to her, but she was inconsolable. As you stood dumbfounded, Sir Oswald Mosley and Lady Diana Mitford strolled out of the room arm in arm sharing a laugh. You watched them disappear down the front hallway toward the door and quickly realized Jack was now all alone in the dining room.

Seizing the opportunity to confront him, you barged in to find him sitting at the table alone. “Hiya, doll face!” he called out loudly, opening his arms in welcome.

“My God, Jack. Are you drunk?” You asked looking him up and down, noticing his disheveled hair, rumpled shirtfront and undone tie. He was never this untidy.

Jack downed his drink and slammed the crystal glass on the polished table, swaying slightly. “Course not. Come join me for another round.” He raised his arm and snapped his fingers, unaware that the wait staff had left the room.

You rolled your eyes at him. “There’s no one here, Jack. Besides, you’ve had enough and I want to talk to you,” you said pulling out the chair next to him.

“Why are you so serious, doll?” He said reaching for your hand.

You pulled away reflexively answering, “Why are you so anxious to leave me?” You couldn’t help the tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you asked the question. You’d become more attached to Jack than you wanted to admit.

“Woah, woah…slow down,” he said putting a hand to his forehead, the alcohol catching up with him. “What are you talkin’ about?”

“I heard what you said to my brother about getting off this “fucking island”, Jack. I know you’re planning on leaving me behind so what was all the bullshit you’ve been telling me about how you can’t live without me?” you said, accusations and emotion pouring out of you in equal measure.

Jack took a deep, sobering breath and reached a hand to your cheek. You allowed him to touch you, wanting to feel the comforting warmth of him one last time. “Sweetheart, I may be going home, but I don’t wanna leave you behind.”

“You don’t? Are you saying you want me to come to Boston?” You asked, a smile slowly spreading over your face.

“You’re gettin’ the idea,” he said with a smirk. Then raising from his chair suddenly he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. He strode toward the door saying, “Gonna kidnap you if that’s what it takes” and you laughed uncontrollably at his antics. He spanked your ass a couple of times asking joyfully, “Are you gonna say yes?” You pummeled his back with your fists playfully saying, “Let me down, you big oaf.”

You were still giggling as he returned you to the ground searching your eyes. You steadied yourself placing your hands on his forearms and looked into his eyes. Turning serious for a moment you replied, “Yes, I’ll go to Boston with you, Jack.” Then you pressed onto your tiptoes to place a kiss to his lips to seal the deal.

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Jack Nelson fanfic #Jack Nelson imagine #Jack Nelson x female reader

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