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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Feel free to leave your thoughts......

So I was thinking about the final 2 seasons of Peaky and I found myself looking at the whole Tommy/Michael situation in a different light than I had before. .... I figured I’d hope onto here and see what y’all’s thoughts on it are.

Do you think that Gina played a big proponent in how Michael flipped against the family? Or do you feel like that was a decision that he made himself?

Because I really feel that Gina had a big hand in it. I think she got in his ear and started hyping him up/telling him how great he could be if he assumed power from Tommy and became the head of the family. If I’m remembering correctly, she was the one who was really instigating the conversation between that they had while at the play Tommy was throwing at his house (where they were standing in front of Tommy’s painting and talking about having a bigger house than the one they’re in).

And then I thought back to the beginning of season 4...before Michael got sent to America, where he was trying to get John to come back to Small Heath and he said that they’re not the Peaky Blinders if they’re not together. For me, at that point at least, it seemed like he was for the family.

Sure he most likely had his own reasons for also wanting to assume power, but I feel like Gina really amplified those feelings and talked him up to the point where he really felt like he could achieve that — and then we got the events that transpired in season 5 and 6.

Those are just my thoughts .... I’m sorry for rambling and you’re a saint if you’ve made it this far. 🥰

#my peaky thoughts #k’s peaky thoughts

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red-write-hand · 6 months

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oh to be tommy's pretty secretary who had brown fluffy hair that he plays with as I sit by his feet while he works. oh to be tommy's secret male lover who tommy worships in the dead of night. oh to be the bartender at the Garrison; all the drunk Blinders flirting with me, too drunk to realize they are hitting on a very pretty boy. oh to be the childhood friend of the shelby siblings and having john and tommy fight over me while my straight cover is ada (plus I'm her straight cover too). oh to riding tommy's thigh, trying to get myself off while he works, while he doesn't pay a sliver of attention to the prince falling to pieces on his leg. oh to be bent over tommy's desk while he pounds into me while i cover my mouth so our secret will never be found out.

#my...uh...thoughts #cal goes on a rant #welcome back to cal has some ~thoughts~#tommy shelby x male reader #tommy shelby smut #thomas shelby smut #cillian murphy fanfiction #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinder imagine #cillian murphy x reader #tommy shelby x reader #i have no energy to actually write this so have this instead #yes ada is also gay #what are you going to do about it?#🤨

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geeky-politics-46 · 8 months

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The inexplicable urge to write a Tommy Shelby story and title it "Save A Horse, Ride A Gangster" is strong.

Also, forget Red Right Hand. The theme song in my head is Pony by Ginuwine. I don't know why my brain has latched onto the horse riding thing so much with him.

It's also troubling to me that I find Arthur hot. I only slightly blame @call-sign-shark for fueling my fire for Arthur. Like he's a walking neon red flag. May have to try to work those issues out in a story for him too. At the very least, my therapist would be disappointed in me.

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pinkandblueblurbs · 1 year

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thinking abt tommy fucking reader for information… she’s the sister of some bastard he needs to take down and the second he meets you he knows you’re his in, so eager to please and sweet, so infatuated by him.

it’s not hard to convince you to sleep with him and as he’s fucking you, when you’re teetering on the edge and can tell you’re in the perfect haze, he comes to a halt and rasps “where does he keep the money?”

you just blink at him, so caught off guard, eyes wide and confused, and he grips your face to make you focus. “Tell me where your brother keeps the money, or I stop.”

That has you whining, squirming beneath him, but you still only stare up at him without a word. He can tell your foggy mind’s conflicted. He keeps his voice low and just on the edge of intimidating. “Tell me.”

His tone has a response spilling out of your lips without second thought, and he nods, tracing a thumb over your lower lip and moving his hips again. “That’s a good girl.”

#notsfw.gill #dark.gill #idk… what this is #my most depraved thoughts come out at 2 am #men get post nut clarity smut writers get post nut inspiration #…anyway #tommy shelby #peaky blinders

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divinekangaroo · 2 months

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a home painted bright with blood and thorns - Ch 1/5 - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

After the S4-S6 election/marriage, pre-S5. Some months into Tommy and Lizzie's marriage.

This frequently absent father and husband considers that he often does his best work in extreme circumstances: time pressure, resource constraints, situational uncertainty, high stakes, and gross emotional wounding. He knows what to do, doesn't he?

No matter what sort of internal spiralling disaster cascade he's busily ignoring inside. No matter what badly considered spur of the moment decisions he makes to get through the moment that he might pay for later. No matter what—

Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Charles Shelby, Ruby Shelby, Frances, Various Shelby Household Maids, Charles Strong, Cyril the Dog | Domesticity, Intimacy Menstruation, Bodily Fluids, Bodily Solids, Bodily Functions, Babies, Lactation, Mental Health Issues, Repression, Abusive Families (Past), Attempts at Communicating, Trying Hard, Family Trauma, Family Feels, Nail-Biting, Household Dynamics, Absent Father, Avoidance, Deflection, Trying Sooooooooooo Hard, Distress, Comfort Sex, Dysfunctional Family

#My writing #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic #Tommy x Lizzie #Charles Shelby #Ruby Shelby #This is the one I hand wrote as a test case; so yes it is finished just going thru the process of typing it up for posting #It’s also more self indulgent than anything else in my entire arc and all about Lizzie despite Tommy quietly hiding his disaster breakdown #Lizzie headcanon backstory #It is a funny one to do from Tommy’s pov but really wanted to turn the camera around #write about Tommy so much from other people’s POV so why not do that for Lizzie; albeit he is actually realllly difficult to get to see-#-past his own cage/trauma thought loop which constantly feeds on itself

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dreamsandscenes · 6 months

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My Thoughts on

ESME SHELBY

*spoilers ahead for S1 - S6 of Peaky Blinders*

Ah Esme, how I wish I’d seen more of you. When compared with the other Shelby wives (Linda, Grace, Lizzie), I don’t think Esme was really used as much within the story. She was left more in the background for some reason.

When we first see Esme, she’s being married off to John, apparently because she was a “bit wild”. I love the scene at the wedding when John and Esme first see each other. You can see the pleasant surprise on both of their faces, and this is the beginning of their mutual attraction, because as we see throughout their time together, they really fancied each other.

Was the marriage the right thing for Esme? No. I don’t really think so. Through the marriage, John gains a wife and a new mother for his four children who have been running wild since their birth mother died, an alliance with the Lee family (which Tommy wanted), and if I remember correctly, a car from Esme’s father.

What did Esme gain from the marriage? Well, I suppose we could say that she gains the security of a husband (which was an important thing in that time), albeit John is also quite wild, cheats on her, and is a criminal. She loses her freedom, which was clearly what her family wanted because they didn’t agree with her actions. In that time, going “a bit wild” is probably very tame compared to what people do nowadays. She also gained four young children, that she was now in charge of raising, along with the rest of the Shelby family as her new relatives. I’d never say that she didn’t love her stepchildren - she clearly did, and she took them with her when she left in S4 - but it’s a lot to suddenly become a stepmother to four young children.

The interactions we see between Esme and the Shelby clan (from what I remember) are never overly positive. Sure, she could get along with them decently enough when needed, but she didn’t seem close to anyone.

Her interactions with Polly range from Polly holding a knife to her neck in season 2, to them seemingly getting along well enough to work together - and strike together - in season 3. We don’t see what their relationship was like in the years between S3 and S4, but they clearly never got any closer, as Polly didn’t seem devastated when Esme left after John’s death.

Another Shelby that she shared a few scenes with was Tommy, and I think it would be generous to say that she disliked him. In S2, she seemed to respect him, and spoke at the family meeting about not wanting them to start expanding the business into London. Her reasons were understandable; she was afraid for her husband’s safety and she knew how dangerous London would be. And yet, everybody just brushed her off like she was an idiot.

All she wanted was for her family to go on the road or live in the country and be safe. She tried to convince Tommy that it was the best course of action, and in return, he grabs her face and tells her that if she talks about it again, he’ll cut her from the family. It’s overly harsh and personally, I wanted Esme to slap him when he did that, but of course she didn’t, so oh well. 🤷‍♀️

It seems like she properly hated him after the end of S3, when he almost got John killed. As we see, Esme is always loyal to John and anyone who crosses him, crosses her. She’s protective of the ones she loves, so it isn’t a shocker that she hates Tommy for mistreating him. She even charges at Tommy in the morgue after John’s death, grief riddled and furious.

I can’t remember much about Esme’s appearances in S6, probably because I did not like that season, so I’m not going to speak much on that time or her scenes with Tommy. She doesn’t really have a relationship with Arthur or Ada, so I can’t really say much about them either.

Her relationship with John did seem to become genuine, despite it starting off as an arranged marriage. I’ve seen some people say that John and Esme never loved each other because they didn’t choose each other and they were basically forced to marry each other, but I would say that from what I saw, I do think Esme loved him. (I’ll talk about John’s side of things if I make a post about him). She tried to keep him safe, despite his lifestyle, and when he died, I feel like no one can say that she wasn’t devastated by the loss. That scene right after John is shot dead outside their house where she runs out and lays her head on his shows how heartbroken she was.

Ironically, after wanting to escape to the country for a while because she believed it would be safer and better for her family, their country house is where John dies in S4. I don’t think that she would’ve ever found peace or safety as long as she was married to John and connected to the Shelby’s. She only managed to get the life she wanted for herself and her family after John’s death.

Esme was a strong woman for making that decision to leave the Shelby family. Perhaps it would’ve been easier for her to stay within their circle as John’s widow, but staying would’ve meant being around the family and Esme clearly didn’t want any of them around her children. So, she packed up all six of her kids - not that we ever get an official number or even the names of their kids, but I’m pretty sure that they had six altogether - and went away.

While the loss of her husband was awful, in the end, I’m happy that Esme finally got to make her own decisions about her life, and get her freedom back. When we last saw her in S6, she was on the road with some of her kin, living freely, and I would say that out of all the characters, she probably got one of the best endings.

#Esme x freedom #a little ramble about Esme #peaky blinders #esme shelby #John shelby #tommy shelby #polly gray #my posts #my thoughts on #peakywomen

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Hi K!! Just curious which villain you thought was more evil--Inspector Campbell OR Jimmy McCavern?

Hi there! I love questions like this...talking/analyzing my favorite show just makes me so happy inside! 🥰

Ok, so first off....is it bad that I had to take a moment to think of who Jimmy McCavern was?? 😬😬 because when he was on scene I was just like ‘oh, he’s part of the Billy Boys’ and never cared about his name haha.

But I really had to think of this one. I’m gonna go with McCavern though because he straight up killed people with little remorse. In fact, he did it because he wanted to, because he wanted to make it a point that he could.

I do think both of them were assholes (and they played that role well), but Campbell was honestly just a nuisance in my eyes. He used his role as Inspector, and then Major, to get he wanted to have done finished...I don’t think that he would have been able to do that had he not had the role he did. So yeah, he was pretty annoying, and I’m happy that he met the end that he did in the show 😉

Thanks again for this question!! I always love talking about Peaky!

If you have any different thoughts, sound off in the comments please!! ☺️

#asks answered #my peaky thoughts

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red-write-hand · 6 months

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another wild thought for the day

So we know Tommy loves power. And we know that Tommy isn’t easily intimidated. So…what if…

if Tommy got a boyfriend who was like him (loves power and isn’t easily intimidated)…who tops? Let’s name my boy (totally not a self insert y’all) Sean. So Sean would totally match Tommy’s energy to the point where they copy each other’s movements. Tommy would actually get so annoyed that after awhile he would try and see how dominant he could get before Sean would stop matching his energy.

So one day both of them are sitting leaning in the kitchen. Sean is nursing his glass of whiskey and a little gets on the corner of his mouth. Tommy sees an opportunity and tilts Sean’s chin with his first two fingers. Of course Sean rolls his eyes and lets Tommy do his thing. Tommy’s expert thumb swipes the opposite man’s cheek. He smirks to himself. Things just keep escalating after this until one day they just realize they are both switches

#tommy shelby x male reader #cillian murphy fanfiction #thomas shelby #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby imagine #cillian murphy x reader #tommy shelby x reader #not a fic and not a headcanon #something inbetween #welcome back to cal has some ~thoughts~#welcome to my insanity

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shhh-secret-time · 15 days

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Sorry, my content has been next to nothing recently, but something amazing happened, so I'm working on a secret project.

Little sketchy sketches

#secret project time #you people were nice to me #now look what you've done #you've turned my OC into a simp #(it wasn't hard)#never thought so many of you would like her so much #but I'm so very grateful #rah no rants #I'll be back later!#a sneaky peaky #shhh its a secret

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divinekangaroo · 3 months

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Monsters Vs Aliens (Giantess Premise) fusion Peaky Blinders, Tommy x Lizzie, for everyone who's contributed to the fanon that Tommy really likes tall women...

Music and chatter from the church fading, Ada pushed through the wagon circle, the parked cars. Tethered horses whickered uneasily in the shade of trees. A little further, buildings out of sight, she found a solitary white shoe, strap broken.

‘Lizzie!’

Months of conversations, mutual counselling, doctors and more months of balancing medications, a new house and a holiday just after Ruby was weaned. Ada might’ve had doubts still about her brother, but didn’t think Lizzie would run.

‘Lizzie!’

White flickering through the trees, deeper. Ada went as swiftly as she could in her own heels. If Lizzie hadn’t run, then maybe someone took her; certain people paid attention when politicians with certain backgrounds made unwary public announcements about looking forward to weddings and things like that.

Then Lizzie clawed her way to standing, kicking over a clump of mushrooms, long hair loose from the flower crown and now full of leaves, dress dirty, and both feet bare and stained brilliant green with the long lush grass she’d just come through.

‘Look at the state of you.’ Absconding or abduction off the agenda, the next crisis lined up: less than fifteen minutes to walk the aisle. ‘What the hell happened?’

‘I don’t know. I went for a walk, clear my head. What’s— Oh, my God. Ada. So dizzy.’ Lizzie sniffed, clutching Ada’s hands. ‘I didn’t miss it, did I? I didn’t fuck it up?’

‘Of course not. Come on. Do you have your other shoe? All right, Polly will work it out, and the hairdresser’s still here, it’ll be all fixed in no time.’ Fuck. Neither she nor Polly would have shoes that fit Lizzie’s giant feet. Ada gnawed a nail; maybe one of the Lees. She’d ask Johnny. ‘Are you all right, Lizzie?’

Lizzie looked at her, a little wild-eyed. ‘I’m fine.’

Arthur cleared his throat, again. Tommy tucked his watch away, again. He glared at his brother, ready to say something slicing about punctuality, when the string quartet finally raised their tune.

Instead of falling silent at the appearance of the bride, half the church whooped and hollered, wolf-whistling. The other half promptly joined in competition, petals, hymnbooks and pamphlets volleying both ways across the aisle, the opposite of hostility, as the canon drowned in the chaos. Johnny patted Lizzie’s arm and darted over to the string quartet, grinning, a chat and wide gestures. The four nodded, discussed, and immediately started – a fucking shanty?

Lizzie cackled, gleeful, as Johnny scurried back, hooked her arm again. The boisterous pews fell into line with the new tune, stomping and clapping, shouting in rhythm.

—wedding on the meadow, the finest ever seen—

Tommy watched wide-eyed as his wedding, his fucking wedding, everything exactly as Lizzie wanted and absolutely no hidden agendas, slipped entirely out of his hands.

—priest spake words as sweet as the breeze, ‘neath those ancient, whispering trees; blessings from t’fae and the leprechaun's smile—

Sauntering mostly up but sometimes down that aisle, casual as if at market, Lizzie waved and laughed, ‘Maggie, you made it! Donna-aa! Michael, look at you, all shiny!’ She paused multiple times to chat and embrace people, kissing cheeks.

Tommy stared at her feet, which were bare and grass-stained. Somewhere over his shoulder, he could feel Arthur nearly killing himself not to laugh. Charlie ran circles around Jeremiah that even Polly couldn’t contain.

‘S’good,’ Arthur said, conciliatory, as finally Lizzie reached the altar and everyone fell silent after a final spasm of stomping. ‘S’happy, see, brother? Remember happiness?’

Tommy stared past Jeremiah’s shoulder at the man suffering on the cross.

Eventually, they reached the part where they were supposed to face each other and speak the vows. Mind unacceptably blank, Tommy found himself hard-pressed not to reach out and cup Lizzie’s cheek, which would be a suitable stalling action. Brush whatever that little smudge of dirt or makeup was from the corner of her eye.

Frowned. He would have to reach up. A few inches here and there, all right, but she didn’t even have shoes on.

Much further up.

Tommy stepped away. ‘Lizzie. What’s happening?’

Her face fell in response to his. ‘Tommy? Why are you shrinking?’

‘It's not me. It’s you.’

Lizzie’s shoulders hit the rafters and she hunched in reaction, ducking her head, dress splitting down the seams. Tommy staggered, Arthur already with an arm around Charlie and pulling Tommy away from the near-radius of whatever this was, the flash of Jeremiah in his robes sweeping to the far wall. Ruby, Ruby – no, but she was all right, in Polly’s arms at the church rear. The nearest pews cleared in a rush, some screams, as Lizzie’s heel pushed through them, one knee down and the other knee tucked under her chin, dress and boned undergarments suddenly exploding in confetti shreds. The flower crown fell like autumn leaves, and Lizzie curled tighter to avoid any further damage to the architecture.

After a while, the screaming slowed. Stopped, deprived of the originating shock. Not to mention they were a fairly hardy crew, his and hers. Lizzie uncurled slightly, those huge green eyes wide. Fixed on him in horror. She must be so embarrassed, she was barely able to stay modest, curled like that.

Tommy could see straight up between her legs. He could—

Abruptly, Tommy turned and shoved Arthur’s head down, away from the view, Charlie already tucked faceless into Arthur’s shoulder. Jeremiah had his gaze politely averted. Back, to the shocked watching family and friends. To Lizzie, stunned and terrified.

‘Is that it?’ Tommy demanded. To the pews, threw his arms wide. Couldn’t stop pacing, turning, didn’t know what he was looking for. Answers weren’t likely to be had in a situation like this. ‘Is that fucking it? You lot, sit the fuck back down, on the floor if you have to. We're not done here. Jeremiah, what’s next? In front of the altar, man. Come on. We’re finishing this.’ Forward, he hadn’t come this far to—Jesus, those fucking legs, filling his periphery no matter which way he turned. ‘Everyone shut your fucking eyes! Not you, Lizzie. We’re fucking finishing this!’

No hope for the rings Arthur held out, one hand over his eyes. Tommy put his on, then forced Lizzie’s ring onto his little finger as far as it would go so it wouldn’t be lost, which wasn’t very far at all; such slender fingers she’d had. Then there was still the obligatory. Rapid and fruitless, multiple scenarios raced through his mind, scaling that ankle, climbing hair like a rope, settling for kissing any portion of abundant flesh in near reach, when Lizzie put an end to the mad loop in his head by gently lay her palm flat on the floor, lips writhing in some unreadable expression as their eyes met across the distance.

It was inevitable. Tommy climbed on.

Celebration at the wagons in full swing from the sound, Lizzie kicked her feet as gently as possible in the river, trying not to scream, or cry, or something. If she stomped hard enough, the whole river receded from her foot and showed the bare mud below: Moses parting the Red fucking Sea.

It was a dream, wasn't it? Some kind of queer nightmare. The thought might be the only thing stopping her from panicking.

That, and Tommy.

After the ceremony, he’d immediately launched into a rapid-fire debate with Arthur and Johnny deciding what would be cheaper to fix to get her out: the roof, the stained glass window or the wall. They’d decided the wall, then argued more on which wall was non-loadbearing. Johnny dragged in some cousin who did masonry work, and despite the pleas his speciality was dry stone walling in fields, forced him to make a call. Lizzie then pushed the wall out with all the ease of squashing a sandcastle.

They’d gone very silent at that, shrouded in masonry dust, Tommy with a look she’d never seen on him before.

Lucky she’d wanted a celebration in summer, more outdoors than indoors: no rooves or walls to deal with in the short term. Polly rousted the women, kinfolk and Lizzie’s old street friends together without any tolerance for comment or complaint, getting them working on unpicking multiple skirts and restructuring them into a patchwork dress, if barely enough to cover the pertinent bits. After that, Lizzie ate the entire wedding feast, given she’d not eaten breakfast or lunch out of nerves. Johnny rounded the men with an odd kind of glee, and they’d all gone out somewhere for a couple of hours and returned madly drunk with a fortune of live and dead animals, probably stripping the nearby farms, one way or the other.

Lizzie moved so she could see Tommy. He inched closer again.

‘Will we wake up tomorrow, and it’ll all be back to normal?’

‘Lizzie. How would I know?’

He didn’t sound upset in any way. Just steady.

‘You’re taking this very easily, that’s all.’

‘How else should I be taking it?’

‘I just can’t believe I’ve ruined it again. My perfect white wedding. Did everything right, every fucking thing. Ruined anyway, now and after. Wedding and marriage.’ She couldn't bring herself to ask why he'd gone through with it. He'd been almost tearing himself to bits with some kind of emotion in there, until they'd sealed it with that very strange kiss, him crouched on one knee and one hand down on her palm for balance as she'd lifted him, a position as confident and instinctive as if he'd done this before, then he felt along her lips with his hands, until—

After, he'd relaxed.

‘Yeah? How’s it ruined?’

‘Oh, come on.’

‘A bullet would ruin it. This isn’t a bullet.’

So quiet, maybe she wasn’t supposed to hear. Lizzie went quiet, too.

‘Need a bigger house, that’s all.’

Lizzie laughed. Stopped, desperately, before it could become hysterical. She moved again, trying to keep him in line of sight. She kept panicking she’d sit on him or something horrendous, but he stood so close, little feather-light touches on her shin or, when she was sitting, her thigh, here and there, as if trying to keep her grounded, and every time she moved away he’d inch closer again.

On cue, he inched closed again, that tiny tickling touch along her thigh sending goosebumps chasing all over.

‘Maybe mobile scaffolding.’

‘What?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Tommy?’

‘Yeah?’

‘What am I supposed to do?’

There was a long pause.

‘If you lie down,’ he started. Stopped.

‘You can’t—’

Lizzie caught his gaze. A beat.

He licked his lips. Cracked his neck, which had been craning to look up at her.