#long tags wops

[frizzle-mcshizzle]

I think your "You don't decide if you're a big blog, it's given to you like a medal" tag on Fin's post might be somewhat opposite to what the post is saying.

i understood the post as fin saying that you shouldn’t get wrapped up in popularity contests, and that the poll was deleted because people where focusing on that to much. but reading it again you’re right, that was a bad analogy that missed the point of the post, because i skimmed, but i also had just woken up and my brain wasn’t on when i wrote that so cut me some slack

though i was referring to the fact that people will end up telling you you’re popular and argue with if you don’t believe them, but i ALSO said that being popular doesn’t really matter and that if you talk enough people will listen so…

look i used to marketing practices to get people to find my blog and they worked, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to have people look at your blog as long as you don’t get wrapped up in a popularity contest. like have fun and be you, and if you talk enough people will follow, don’t talk about the popular thing to get followers talk about what you want to talk about, people who are interested in that will follow and you’ll end up with a circle of people to scream with. isn’t that the whole goal of fandom?

i actively look for new people to scream with all the time, even if they’re newer blogs to the tag, thats literally how i ended up being friends with @doodle-do-wop before they started to post a lot of art, all they did was mention Kesline unprompted and i was like YOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE BE MY FRIEND

#idk why this was necessary to send an ask over #it’s really not that deep #thanks for the ask! #and yes all you have to do is talk about kesline without me asking and ill love you

[bison-appreciation-club]

thanks for the tag @ginevralinton! tag someone you'd like to get to know better. (i've been tagged in two of these so i'm gonna tag different folks in each)

Favourite colour: lilac and turquoise

Last song: we were all wounded at wounded knee by redbone

Last movie: welp i haven't watched any films for a couple of months. last film i watched was dances with wolves!

Currently watching: the great british bake off

Other stuff I watched this year: the west!!! (my family want to rewatch it, but no. too long. too miserable. joseph died)

Shows I dropped this year/didn't finish: the frontier (another documentary)

Currently reading: 1984 by george orwell. and also a century of dishonor by helen hunt jackson, but i've been reading that on and off for ages.

Currently listening to: uhhh nothing

Currently working on: a novel!! i probably wont share it here because it's pretty private, but what i can share with you is that i have started writing fanfiction again after a five month hiatus! go and check it out *wink wink nod nod*

Current obsession: JOSEPH!!!!! he is absolutely AMAZING and i LOVE him (as all my friends are aware)

tagging @camillecorot, @lalallorona, @wastedonthesebutterflies, @iiep-wop, @spineless-lobster, @sonnet-of-anarchy and @theoriginaleppieblack-blog

#tag game

[lylilorden]

tagged by @displayheartcode, thanks rachel!

last song: no longer you from epic the musical

last thing i read: every single tybalt short story available through seanan mcguire's patreon account

last movie i watched: cinderella (2015)

last tv show: i don't know if youtube counts as tv, technically? but tasting history with max miller's lusitania episode

last thing i googled: special federal land designations

last thing i ate: i should probably know the answer to this, huh?

sweet, salty, savory, or spicy: savory! although i like it best when my food is at least two of these at a time

sleep: ......mm, i think i managed eight hours last night?

currently reading: the winter long by seanan mcguire, dracula (via email), and whatever fanfic catches my eye

tagging: open tagging anyone who'd like to fill it out, and @dreamingthroughthenoise @caffienegremlin @kanafinwe-makalaure @doodle-do-wop @quack-snail-umbrella @flowersnteacups and @jabberwockypie specifically (no pressure tho 💖)

#tag games

[someinstant]

I was tagged by @bright-thorn in a quick get-to-know-you game, and what the heck. I've got time before a meeting, so let's do this!

Tag nine (9) people you'd like to know better!

Last song: "Doo Wop (That Thing)," Ms. Lauryn Hill. Today was our first day back in the classroom for pre-planning, and I have a million things I need to do before I have kiddos in front of me on August 1st. And because one of the things I have to do is check transcripts for all of my rosters-- gotta make sure that my seniors aren't missing any graduation requirements, gotta keep an eye out for ELL and 504 and IEP and gifted services, gotta check that no new transfers have duplicate credits, or aren't placed correctly-- I was working my way through a lot of old favorites today as background music. Stuff that would keep me awake and focused so I wouldn't miss anything critical-- and that I knew well enough for it to not be distracting. So The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill fit the bill and was my last selection of the day.

Currently reading: Oh, like four different things. The City of Brass, by S.A. Chakraborty, which I started reading ages ago and then got distracted by life, so I've started over. A Memory Called Empire, by Arkady Martine, which I started reading during the early summer of 2020 and absolutely adored-- and then both my parents needed major surgeries within the same week, and a week later my gallbladder gave out on me-- and in the chaos and haze of am-I-dying-or-is-my-gallbladder-infected, I couldn't concentrate on it. So I've started it again as well, and it's so brilliant. I love it. But it does take me immediately back to that godawful summer in a very visceral way, which makes me somewhat uncomfortable. A couple of historical murder mysteries. And I've just started The Anarchy by William Dalrymple, which is about the role of the British East India company in South Asia.

Currently watching: Literally? I've got the replay of Stage 3 of the Tour de France Femmes on right now because I couldn't watch it live. (Stupid having to work for a living.) In the greater sense, I've just finished watching The Law According to Lidia Poet on Netflix, which hits all sorts of buttons for me, because I do love a good period mystery show-- especially if it's not set in the UK. Plus the costuming is fabulous. I'm two episodes into the second season of Shadow & Bone, but-- eh, I dunno. I really am only interested in one or two of the storylines, so I'm not sure I'm going to finish it.

Current obsession: I am so sorry to everyone who has suddenly been thrown into my rabid cycling fandom, especially if you started following me for, like, Andor stuff or whatever. I'll be somewhat normal again soon, I promise, and will only occasionally reblog GIFsets of Wout van Aert doing Wout van Aert-ish things until it's time for the Vuelta. What you have to understand is that this is not a new thing for me: I've been following men's pro cycling in the form of the Tour de France since I was... twelve? Thirteen? That's when I got seriously into long-distance cycling for a while, there. And while I'm nowhere near as fit as I used to be and the week-long cycling journeys my dad and I used to do are now well out of my reach, I still watch cycling obsessively. It used to be just the Tour de France, and then I started following riders and related folks on various social media platforms, and then started listening to podcasts, and then I started watching the other Grand Tours, and the past several years I've also gotten sucked into watching the spring Classics, and now I've also fallen down the rabbit hole of women's pro cycling, too. And as an obsession it is at its most all-consuming every year during July, which is when the Tour is on-- and I live blog the whole thing. (Not on this platform, although I've considered it.) Like, I do detailed narrative stage-by-stage write ups. The document for this year's total recap wound up being 46k words long, so. Yeah. Definitely an obsession, and it's one that everyone around me just has to kind of learn to live with during the summer every year.

And if you would like to answer these questions yourself, please consider yourself tagged! I love learning things about folks.

#all about eve #ask game

[shivunin]

✨9 Ship Songs✨

Rules: List nine songs for one of your ships

Tagged by @brother-genitivi---Thank you so much! I am always delighted by any opportunity to talk music c:

I didn't want to pick one ship, so here are three songs for each of my canon DA ships instead (I have great playlists for all of them that I want to show off haha), so nine total split across the three.

So:

Arianwen/Zevran

The Killing Kind by Marianas Trench (YT link)

The ghost in me was true but you were haunted too just didn't see it all along. Nevermore to leave here, nevermore to leave here You should never be here I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know my love can be the killing kind.

Howl by Florence + The Machine (YT Link)

If you could only see The beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free Screaming in the dark I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your bleeding heart

Got Weird by dodie (YT Link)

I got weird when we made out What a goddamn kiss to think about Poured a drink all over my wiring Short a fuse, all cylinders firing It got weird when we made out Clearly I've got shit to figure out Baby, baby, please don't hate me Call me up again, I won't get weird

Maria/Fenris

Francesca by Hozier (YT Link)

Now that it's done there's not one thing that I would change My life was a storm since I was born How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end I'd tell them "put me back in it." ... I would still be surprised I could find you, Darling, in any life

reckless driving by Lizzy McAlpine (YT Link) (with Maria singing the man's part)

Now we're at 180 and I can finally see but then it's over in a second, crashed the car into the tree Yeah, I can see it all happen You'd rather die than take your eyes off me

Lose Myself by Lera Lynn (YT Link)

Don't want to talk Don't want to listen You'll just convince me That you're what I'm missing If I stay longer, I know what I'll do I'll lose myself in you

Emmaera/Cullen

Dark Doo Wop by MS MR (YT Link)

The world is gonna burn, burn, burn, burn As long as we're going down Baby you should stick around It's all gone to shit; it's out of our hands Baby if you could, I know: you would hatch a plan That's my, that's my man

You and Me on the Rock by Brandi Carlile (YT Link)

I'll build my house up on this rock, baby, every day with you There's nothin in that town I need after everything we've been through. Me out in my garden And you out on your walk Is all the distance this poor girl can take without listening to you talk I don't need their money, baby Just you and me on the rock

Photograph by Cody Fry (YT Link)

If I wished myself a superpower I would make this moment last for hours If I had my will, time would just stand still Wait for me until I find some magic film To take a photograph and live inside I need some way to prove that this was real A memory is not enough I'm scared that I'll forget the way it feels To be young and in love Let me stay right here---just a moment longer The picture is so clear Please let this last forever

Tagging (no pressure): @greypetrel @demandthedoodles @star--nymph @vakarians-babe @scribbledquillz @zenstrike @gaysebastianvael @transprincecaspian @ndostairlyrium @gvnseylike @idolsgf @layalu @bitchesofostwick @jtownnn and YOU

Tell me what music you like for your fellas!!

#music #tag game #zevwen #maria/fenris #cullemma #arianwen tabris #maria hawke #emmaera lavellan #this took me longer than it should have lol. like which songs best exemplify them? there are sixty some songs on the maria one #had to discard three songs about devouring your lover in favor of howl for wen #also man. i need a better ship name for maria and fenris :/ #i just hate throwing these things in the main tag you know?

[zelphafrost]

Thanks @big-low-t for tagging me in this! A game of First, Last, Next, and Favorite.

First Concert: My actual first concert was a local Doo-wop group called The Vandalls in the early 80s that played at a small amphitheater in a local park. My first big concert, that I didn't admit to for a long time, was New Kids on the Block, Tiffany, and Tommy Page in the summer of 1989. The one I told people was my first was Morrissey in the summer of 1991.

Last concert: The Sick New World Festival in Vegas this past May. The last band I saw there was The Sisters of Mercy. It was everything I hoped it would be. 💜

Next Concert: Nothing planned right now, but I hope I get the chance to see King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard or TWRP.

Favorite Concert: It was 1992 and The Cure had been my favorite band for so many years. My sister and two or our friends went to see them on the Wish tour. Tied with that was getting to see Skinny Puppy this past April, also with my sister.

If you would like to do this, please do!!

#music #music asks #concerts

[simmancy]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, and publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ✨🎶

tagged again, this time by @morrigan-sims!! thank you I love talking more about my terrible horrible musical tastes... also kpop

Lucifer by SHINee (HER WHISPER IS THE LUCIFER) - this is my favorite song ever I’m not exaggerating. Don’t listen to whatever Spotify or my last.fm say, because I go back to release day with this bitch. I’ve been in the trenches with Lucifer. Bonus, it was released July 19 2010 so it was happy belated birthday to me that year. Bonus 2, you can also enjoy this together with Ring Ding Dong for Kit’s Ultimate Kpop Joy.

Cyberpunk by Ateez (my favorite thing in the song is Seonghwa tbh) - I’m glad Ateez is keeping alive the time-honored tradition of boys sadly hip thrusting about how terribly sad they are. The world needs more of it. Dance your sad little hearts out gentlemen.

Navillera by WJSN (Pass through the world with my wings, you can call me “oh my Queen”) - I hated this the first time I saw it and then idk I guess the witchy-vampire-wlw vibes won out in the end, anyway stan Cosmic Girls for clear skin. I will not elaborate further.

Daughter of the Sea (Beware, beware the daughter of the sea... Beware, beware of me) - God I hate Blizzard so much, Jaina is so cool. The song is also on my Fathomless warlock’s playlist because of course it is. I don’t even play WoW but I watch every cinematic because if my husband is going to listen to me talk Sims and Animal Crossing and Dragon Age, it’s only fair. The song is a banger, Jaina is super freaking cool and I love her.

Broken Crown by Mumford & Sons (so hold my hand, consign me not to darkness) - the first time I heard this song was in someone’s Game of Thrones MV right after the Red Wedding. Beautiful song using biblical references that is instead, in my mind, about either a Grey Warden facing down the Blight (please god ask me about my Tabris I dare you), or a vampire princeling struggling with undeath.... Or Robb Stark.

Bonus Song, because I was thinking about my Dragon Age playlists: Dark Doo Wop by MS MR, the original Handers song imo (though I am more of a Fenhawke girlie and it could really fit with any of them by the end). This world is gonna burn burn burn burn, as long as we’re going down, baby you should stick around!!!!!!

More tags to hand out, feel free to ignore if you: @lazarish @musicalplumbob @rebelangelsims @floresibs @hazely-sims @xiapxls @nizaberry @disasterbri @thatsimslove @gothoffspring .... and bonus tag: anyone who sees this and wants to do it, I tag you.

#about me #tag game #nonsims #kitkat chitchat #this kid is coming into this world to the sound of Shinee unfortunately #she likes lemony spaghetti and the last of us and shinee and who am i to deny her #im not kidding i feel her when i have those things #she knows the song! i listen to it enough

[stonerbughead]

tagged by @usercassieblake ❤️ these are always fun!

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

three ships: Bughead (Riverdale), Natewyn (One of Us is Lying), Nace (Nancy Drew)

first ship ever: probably Rory and Jess back when i watched Gilmore Girls live on the WB as a literal child with my mom and sister :) we got to watch live as long as we went to CCD that afternoon lol

last song: Doo Wop (That Thing) - Ms. Lauryn Hill

last film: 9 to 5 (the best)

currently reading: Nothing More To Tell by Karen M. McManus and On The Line: A Story of Class, Solidarity, and Two Women's Epic Fight to Build a Union by Daisy Pitkin

currently watching: so much always!!!! i don't have a tv podcast for nothin'! i'm bored so i'll break it down into subcategories lmao

current rewatches: Ginny & Georgia (new season tonight yay!), Younger (never watched s7 so i will this time), Young Royals (i'm behind on watching S2 i know), One Tree Hill (along with listening to the Drama Queens podcast)

currently airing series I'm watching: Gossip Girl (2021), Abbott Elementary, All American, All American: Homecoming, Mythic Quest, The Sex Lives of College Girls that just wrapped up its sophomore season

first time watches: Everwood at a @leftistteendrama listener's request :)

on my docket to watch next: Heartbreak High, Reservation Dogs, A League of Their Own; also will soon be rewatching Outer Banks and Yellowjackets before the new seasons!

currently consuming: well i just got back from a tasty ass dinner with my fiance celebrating 100 days until my wedding so i recently consumed crostini, calamari, and gnocchi!

currently craving: dessert! lol

tagging @heartunsettledsoul @feisty-aquarius4 @monica-posh @simon-eriksson @writeraquamarinara @onlyalittlebookworm @lurker-no-more @sullypants @imreallyloveleee

#tag game #tagged #books #tv #movies

[project1939]

Day 28: “I’ll be seeing you in all the old familiar places...” 

50s slang of the day: “Maybe what they tag me cuts no ice!” (Maybe what they label me isn’t of any importance to me whatsoever!”)  

Best/worst quote of the day: “Is that why I worked to keep this family together? So that I can have spinster daughters around the house? Is that why?” 

Song of the day: “Perfidia,” by The Four Aces. I have no idea why, but I get this song stuck in my head all the time! It’s not because I especially like it, it’s just some weird kind of earworm for me. The Four Aces were a clean-cut doo-wop-ish quartet of white guys, and their music is very squeaky-clean pop. The film I watched today took place in the 1920s, and for some reason it reminded me of this song. So a little toast to the earworm, then! 

Highlights: 

One last dance with Tallulah Bankhead on The Big Show. I was able to fully revel in it, knowing it would be the last episode. 

Betty Furness was back with 2 different new products today! 

Week FIVE starts tomorrow! It’ll be May in 1952 for now. A whole new month’s worth of media to enjoy! 

Lowlights: 

No more Tallulah Bankhead from here on out. Waaaahhhh! 

I made a recipe from my 1952 cookbook called “Chicken en Casserole.” Obviously, it was something like a casserole, but it was very very plain tasting. The only "spices" in it were salt and pepper. I’ll have to experiment and amp things up for the leftovers! 

Watching an hour-long drama that took place 2600 feet below the surface, where miners were trapped in a fire. As someone with claustrophobia, I just about lost my mind. 

#project1952 #1952 #project1952 day 28

[pli1999]

Party Like It’s 1999 8/6/22

25 Years of Backstreet Boys Edition

Counting Crows – “Hangingaroud”

Smash Mouth – “Walking on the Sun”

Jamiroquai – “Canned Heat”

Coolio – “Too Hot”

Red Hot Chili Peppers – “Dani California”

Weezer – “Say It Ain’t So”

Savage Garden – “Truly Madly Deeply”

Cam’ron featuring Juelz Santana, Freekey Zekey & Toya – “Hey Ma”

Snoop Dogg featuring Pharrell Williams – “Drop It Like It’s Hot”

Dr Dre featuring Snoop Dogg – “Nuthin But a G Thang”

Missy Elliot featuring Nas, Eve and Q-Tip – “Hot Boyz (Remix)”

Outkast – “Hey Ya”

Backstreet Boys – “Quit Playing Games with My Heart”

Backstreet Boys – “The Call”

NSync – “Tearing Up My Heart”

Britney Spears – “Toxic”

Christina Aguilera – “Come On Over Baby (All I Want Is You)”

En Vogue – “Free Your Mind”

Nelly – “Hot in Herre”

Shakira featuring Wyclef Jean – “Hips Don’t Lie”

Madonna – “Ray of Light”

Whitney Houston – “It’s Not Right (But It’s Okay)”

Tag Team – “Whoomp (There It Is)”

No Doubt – “Hella Good”

Amy Winehouse – “Rehab”

Backstreet Boys – “As Long As You Love Me”

Backstreet Boys – “Get Another Boyfriend”

Backstreet Boys – “The One”

Mariah Carey – “Fantasy”

TLC – “Creep”

Destiny’s Child – “Bills Bills Bills”

50 Cent featuring Olivia – “Candy Shop”

The Notorious B.I.G featuring Puff Daddy and Ma$e – “Mo Money Mo Problems”

Sisqo – “Thong Song”

Michael Jackson – “Remember the Time”

LFO – “Summer Girls”

Backstreet Boys – “I Want It That Way”

Backstreet Boys – “Larger Than Life”

Backstreet Boys – “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)”

Spice Girls – “Wannabe”

Usher featuring Lil Jon and Ludacris – “Yeah!”

C+C Music Factory – “Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)”

Deee-Lite – “Groove Is in the Heart”

2Pac and Dr. Dre featuring Roger Troutman – “California Love”

House of Pain – “Jump Around”

Nirvana – “Smells Like Teen Spirit”

The Killers – “Mr. Brightside”

Fall Out Boy – “Sugar We’re Going Down”

Blink-182 – “All The Small Things”

Wheatus – “Teenage Dirtbag”

Jay-Z/Linkin Park – “Numb/Encore”

Lauryn Hill – “Doo Wop (That Thing)”

Aaliyah – “Try Again”

Mya – “Case of the Ex”

Montell Jordan – “Get It On Tonite”

LL Cool J – “Around the Way Girl”

Semisonic – “Closing Time “

Backstreet Boys – “Shape of My Heart”

Backstreet Boys – “All I Have to Give”

Backstreet Boys – “Set Adrift on Memory Bliss”

INXS – “Beautiful Girl”

Primitive Radio Gods – “Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth With Money in My Hand”

Seal – “Kiss From a Rose”

#90snight #aughts

[kaijudyke]

songs to definitely not listen to right now unless you want to cry:

the hazards of love 4 (the drowned) - the decemberists

do you want to die together? - stars

in a week - hozier

dark doo wop - ms mr

hero - regina spektor

c'est la mort - the civil wars

#talk tag #dghda spoilers // #hey can we talk about the line in dark doo wop that goes #'if we're gonna die bury us alive / if you're searching for us you'll find us side by side' #can we talk about the line in the hazards of love 4 #that goes 'with this long last rush of air we speak our vows and sorry whispers' #i'd probably throw king and lionheart in there too #because 'as the world comes to an end i'll be here to hold your hand' #i would've included a little fall of rain but thankfully it was too quick for that #yeah i'm not succeeding in distracting myself. please help me #holistic talk tag

[nightcreepsin]

got any fics in which dream is a massive fucking simp for/is down bad for/crushes on gogs. true to life and all.

HI IM SO SORRY this took literally forever but i hope these recs make up for it! as always make sure to read tags.

(this rec is nice and long bc there is an endless supply of dream down bad, but also some re-recs wop)

find your way home to your roots by fensandmarshes, lieyuu - touch starved dream picks up george from the airport.

4:51 am by planetary (55cancrie) - george falls asleep in dream's bed, and dream stops functioning.

cherry lips and checkmate by sageofsimping - dream and george are rivals in a chess tournament, and dream finds himself a tad... distracted.

something more (something real) by cardans - george moves to florida and lines are blurred.

stars and sandalwood shampoo by sageofsimping - confession: i binged all of this authors works a bit ago and i suggest you do the same. george moves to florida and dream struggles with emotions. a lot.

between cherry and lime by offday - dnf + sapnap, a trip by the lake, and some discussions about falling in love. i really love this sm, there are just some lines in this that make me melt.

wrapped up in so much life (it's just the way you hold me) by dancebydusk - george is cold post ice video. cuddling ensues.

this is getting long so more under the cut

the idiot's route to confessing a crush by crimsvn - dream has a crush on george and gets george to tutor him in a language he already speaks.

bubblegum bitch by hendollana - tw drug use. dream loves george so much, even if he doesn't always agree with him. the tw is scary but seriously this fic is so good.

pretty by fluxtterfly - "five times dream thinks george is really pretty, and the one time he finally tells him."

weak knees; don't go by limerence (lavendergreen) - it's the summer after high school, and all dream wants to do is be with george. unfortunately, things don't always go as planned.

whatever you make me (wherever you are) by squigly - 500 days of summer au, ie dream is obsessed with george.

happy reading :]

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #night recs fics #fic recs #lol ive been so overwhelmed its hard to get motivation to do things #but ive still been reading a lot so i hope to get more fic recs out slowly #thanks to all anons for being patient with me #anon requests

[wutheringmights]

I always really like it when people send you songs that remind them of your fic but can I know what songs you already have on your playlist? 🥺 for personal reasons 🥺🥺🥺

My writing playlist is way too long for me to write out the full list of songs, and if my Spotify account wasn't associated with my full name, I would just link you to it.

Instead, here are some of my top essential songs sorted into arbitrary categories, though a lot of them (especially the character songs) can work for multiple people.

Also, I won’t include other people’s suggestions on this list, but you can find them on the #ctb music tag with my topic lyrics from those songs. Give this post one (1) note and I’ll add my top lyrics for these songs too.

Please note that a lot of this is break-up music, but I interpret them as platonic.

General

Call Them Brothers – Regina Specktor

Come Undone – Vanessa Carlton

Dog Years – Maggie Rogers

Don’t Speak – No Doubt

Everybody Wants to Rule the World – Lorde

Hey Brother – Avicii

I Know the End – Phoebe Bridgers

A Lot’s Gonna Change – Weyes Blood

No Children – The Mountain Goats

One For Sorrow – Steps

Sign of the Times – Harry Styles

Warriors (The Captain)

Burning Pile – Mother Mother

Human – Rag’n’Bone Man

Hurt – Johnny Cash

It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) – The 1975

Run Boy Run – The Woodkid

Sick of Losing Soulmates – dodie

Supercut – Lorde

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

Time/Mask (The Child)

Brother – Matt Corby

closure – Taylor Swift

hope ur okay – Olivia Rodrigo

Thumbs – Lucy Dacus

tolerate it - Taylor Swift

Youth – Daughter

Spirit (The Engineer)

Bite the Hand – boygenius

Cherry Wine – Hozier

Foreigner’s God – Hozier

Happier Than Ever – Billie Eilish

Kyoto (Copycat Killer Version) – Phoebe Bridgers

Salt in the Wound – boygenius

Oh Yeah There’s A War In This Fic

Buzzcut Season – Lorde

Candy – The Blasting Company

Dark Doo Wop – MR MS

I See Fire – Ed Sheran

Kingdom Come – The Civil Wars

Mama – My Chemical Romance

We’ll Meet Again – Vera Lynn

The MidLink Mixtape

Gone - VERITE

Hard Feelings/Loveless – Lorde 

Like Real People Do – Hozier

peace – Taylor Swift

Skinny Love – Bon Iver

Slipped Away – Avril Lavigne

Work Song – Hozier

#believe it or not but this is the abridged list #I cut out quite a lot of songs #ALSO YEAH MY TASTE IN MUSIC STINKS WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT #also i just don't want to get started on writing yet so please let me add my choice lyrics #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #lu warriors #lu time #lu mask #lu spirit #lu ctb #ctb music #legend of zelda #me rambling #ask #anonymous

[cuteiemonster]

ha HA I was tagged by @hungrylikethewolf09 and i literally have?? The songs in a playlist already

#hush cuteie #THE PLAYLIST IS 10 SONGS LONG TOO #im not tagging anybody #i dont lIke tagging people wOPS

[shirleyoucantbeserious]

Tagged by: @staleoreo-qy

Rules: answer the questions and tag twenty of your followers that you’d like to know better

Name: Shirley

Nicknames: not many? There’s family inside jokes, I went by Fool on my other blog, and Internet Mom has happened a couple times 

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5,7

Age: 21

Orientation: Ace Ace Baby

Ethnicity: “This water is too spicy”

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[thepeakyfckingblinders]

The Whore || John Shelby x reader

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Anon requested: “11&19 with John boy? cause I miss him “ (I miss him too, my poor heart aches)

Summary:  n.11 & 19 from prompt list: “Please, please, please” + “I’ll burn this fucking place down” Warnings: swearing, a lot of angst, prostitution, nudity, violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of rape, misogynistic talk, graphic description of signs of physical abuse

Author’s notes:

Behind each one of these works there are sleepless nights and something really close to multiple mental breakdowns, so, please, take a minute to send me a message about it, I need actual feedbacks to understand how to improve my skills and grow ♡

So, this request’s been in my mind for ages, and even though I’m not happy with its final part ‘cause it sucks, I’m literally obsessed with this idea, I love it so much that I’ll probably write a long fic about it, right after Contagio, but it will depend on you babes, because, first and froemost, I need to know what you think about this piece. ⤟ IMPORTANT

Please, if you’re a victim of any kind of abuse, talk to someone who can help you, nobody should go through something like that alone.⤟ IMPORTANT 

I edited the gif and added the text, it’s not an actual scene from the show, but I thought it could be a good idea, a small detail that could be added to my works. What do you think about it? Pls, let me hear your opinions babeees ⤟ 

I’m sorry for being this late, but I’ve been really busy in the past days and writing is never just easy, it demands concentration and effort, plus I don’t want you to be disappointed, so I’m always extra accurate while working. I hope this is worth the wait!

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I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also, please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

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Birmingham was somehow silent that night, John noticed the unusually empty streets around him, as his feisty pace easily led him towards a well-known destination, his confident steps resounding in between the damp walls of those sordid blocks made of innumerable overcrowded flats. The unmistakable stench of stagnant urine viciously permeated his nostrils, soon causing a disgusted expression to taint his angelic face, while he avidly took the umpteenth drag of smoke from his Cuban cigar and finally stopped his unceasing walk in front of the most renowned brothel in the entire city. For about three years by then, day after day, his life had been perilously circling the drain: things had got totally out of hand, fate had pitilessly thrown him into profound despair, giving life to an apparently endless spiral of darkness and desolation, which was gradually corroding his fragile self, brutally strangling him, rapaciously plundering each of his already strained vital breaths. And, nevertheless, it was beyond hard to blame him for such catastrophic outcomes, after all, he’d scarcely survived the battlefield, only to find himself with a handful of nothing, left alone to deal with a dead wife and four children to raise on his own, while his guts crawled with excruciating grief and ravenous acrimony for the whole world, having him develop a tendency to self-destruction that was just as concerning as it was well concealed.  As a matter of fact, in spite of his private hell, he still remained a Shelby, and a Shelby wasn’t meant to be soft, nor weak, none of them could afford to succumb to their affliction, never, not for a moment. They had to be invulnerable. 

Or, at least, they had to look invulnerable, for truth was that John was scared, utterly frightened by all those unmerciful changes.  Deep inside he felt like a hopeless, undefended child, forsaken by God and discarded to wander that grim world without any destination other than death and misery, thus his blood boiled with virulence and venom, having his heart clench with blind wrath and his devastated young soul desperately long for sort of any distorted kind of unattached affection. That was basically the main reason why his bed was incessantly warm, or more accurately, warmer than it had always been before, because, needless to say, John Shelby had actually been an authentic ladies’ man since his first cry. His stunning beauty constantly teemed on everyone’s lips in Birmingham, there was not a single woman in the whole town who hadn’t dreamt of sleeping with him at least once in her life. Therefore, John was more than happy to please them all, literally, welcoming them with wide open arms, even during his past marriage; and, on those rare times when no girl went to knock on his door, he had now grown accustomed to seek relief into whorehouses, rather than sleep alone and become an easy prey for his ferocious demons.

So he eventually ended up dropping his smouldering cigar on the uneven asphalt of the most rundown place in Small Heath, “Le Belle Donne”, an Italian house of tolerance, quite dilapidated and about to fall to pieces, but which often happened to have his favourite prostitutes. Indeed, ever since the Peaky Blinders had defeated and subjugated Sabini’s clan, they’d occupied a prominent position among the country, to the point that several other Italian gangs on their territory, including the Changrettas who owned that brothel in particular, had finally given in to the Shelbys. As a direct consequence, to put it simply, John and all his brothers had, in a very real sense, earned the full right to abuse of whatever business the wops held.

“Hey, man!”  Johnny resonantly barked as he entered the hall, maintaining a pretty intimidating attitude and a menacing look on purpose, in order to strike even greater fear in his newest flunky. “C’mon, show me what you got” That rough order cunningly glided onto his lower lip, immediately followed by his hot tongue, while his famished gaze travelled around the room, examining the face of each harlot standing there with meticulous attention, without however finding something that could come anywhere close to seriously rapture him. Robert Turrini, the whoremaster, was a bizarre bloke, for his physical appearance could be probably described as both disturbing and amusing: his revortingly corpulent stomach wobbled and his short legs dangerously stumbled, when he made haste to stand up and accommodate his toughest client. “Mr. Shelby, what an honour and a pleasure to have you back!” Those sycophant words fled his moist and malodorous mouth, and nonetheless, his stubby fingers inexorably betrayed his true thoughts, since they were either nervously torturing each other or, as only alternative, convulsively running through his greasy, mangy bangs. “Please, sir, follow me, these are for yokels and boozers, nothing to do with gentlemen like yourself” Once again, Turrini’s shrill fawning tone relentlessly grated his ears, making clear reference to the bunch of second-rate whores who could be found at the entrance; thus the lame pimp quickly moved, his hand anxiously beckoning John to tread upon his heels, then headed towards an eerily narrow corridor, so scanty that it was almost impossible to cross, if not walking on the bias. The secret lounge was illuminated only in part by a squalid red light creating a gruesome atmosphere, a dull silence tyrannically reigned into that small space, although you were not alone, but practically glued to another girl; both sitting on a minuscle sofa, your elbows touching, still none of you dared emit a single sound. Everything felt like lead upon your papier-mâché ribcage, that horrible sensation forcing your traumatized brain to involuntarily keep counting the seconds until that heinous burden would’ve potentially staved in your sternum, definitively annihilating your splintered heart. As a result, when the ramshackle door opened and a high-pitched squeak scraped your skin, you really thought to be about to die. Your torturer made his entrance, and right after him, another man came in, yet you couldn’t spot his face, since the peak of his cap designedly casted a mysterious shadow on it. “These two right here, they're real young, real fresh” Robert flaunted his goods along with a nefarious grin, rubbing his soiled paws with evident greed. “Behold the finest offering of flesh and bone on the market” A sadistic snicker repugnantly accompanied his speech, instantly causing John to frown, visibly disgruntled with the way that man deliberately talked about human beings. Luckily, it was a known fact that the middle Shelby was used to treating his women with all due respect: whether he paid them or not, he always made sure they were comfortable with him and never shrank from giving them some good time as well; therefore, a vexed glare was shot in the direction of his gross interlocutor, before his crystalline eyes briefly fluttered around the place, then bumping into your elegant figure almost at once.

Your bloodstream seemed to benumb on the spot as the stranger’s confident stare entangled yours, his rawboned features being now fully displayed, for he had lifted his chin a little in order to properly look at you, and you only, despite Clarissa’s desperate and petulant attempts to get his attention with malicious smiles and ridiculous pet names. Even though your dazed mind had just been ruthlessly brutalized by the sudden, ablaze assault of his glacial irises, a few moments were enough for you to realize how profoundly different he was from all the low-down rats who usually came through that horrible place.

Each sharp, still somehow delicate, trait of his face was brimming with delicious youthfulness, a less keen eye might have even confounded his freshness with actual naivety, but not yours; you were far too clever to make such a coarse mistake. Furthermore, the midnight-blue posh fabric of the classy suit, remarkably folding his majestic body, left gaunt doubt that he was, in all likelihood, a considerably rich man, which was beyond disorientating you, since the price to pay for some tawdry delight in that brothel was outrageously derisory, to say the least. And ultimately, as much as it killed you to conceive it, he was without question one of the most enchanting men you had ever seen, to the point that you found yourself subconsciously wondering the possible reason why a heavenly creature of his kind would’ve needed to buy a miserable hour of dissembled love. 

“There she is” That malleable murmur, filled with longing and gratification, furtively sidled past John’s roseate mouth, as its corners seductively bent upwards and his gaze persevered in its praiseworthy commitment to scrupulously linger your finest shape in sheer adoration. Lace and organdy sublimely merged on the light crimson negligee you were wearing, your immaculate form appeared as a beguiling paradox into his dilated pupils, being your long legs lecherously left exposed, while every inch of your porcelain skin, from your lean neck to your groin, was painstakingly disguised by that unholy material, dark and inscrutable, albeit thin enough to allow him to glimpse the inviting turgidity of your nipples. His breath shuddered in awe when he went back to contemplate your aphrodisiac facial features, flushed cheeks and plump lips having him ache with desire, and then your doe eyes flooded by melancholy, strangling his soul with no mercy, entrenching into his brains the treacherous conviction that, at the end of the day, he would’ve gladly dilapidated his fortune, if only to venerate you from afar. “Oi, sweetheart!” His low voice finally rumbled within the walls of that small space, overwhelmingly vibrating into your abdomen, while you forced yourself to swallow the painful lump obstructing your throat and stand up, promptly responding to his command, aware as you had become that rebelling against your pitiable destiny would’ve served no purpose at all. Holding your client’s hand behind your back, but keeping your head down during the whole route, you silently guided him up the spiral staircase to the best room in the house, like you had previously been instructed by your pimp. His jacket and hat were quickly hung on the apposite coat-rack, leaving his muscular top covered with just his white shirt and blue vest, an alluring grin was flashed in your direction and you detected a libidinous sparkle in his irises, as he healed the rift between you at a slow pace. “What should I call you, sweetheart?” He knowingly used the same flattering pet name once more, whispering that barely audible question into your ear, for he was now behind you: his large hands laid around your waist, gently making your back and his vigorous chest fit together, while his skilled mouth brushed forthwith against your nape, drawing an ardent contrail of ephemeral pecks up until your jaw. “Just y/n” You gasped in response, the marked contrast between his warmth and your bitter cold body, along with crippling dread eating you alive, caused your scrambled stomach to squirm and your eyelids to distressingly shut into a frown. “Well, that’s a pretty good one, I’m John, by the way” A lovely, yet hinted giggle fleetingly filled your ears together with that little compliment; there was no record of mockery in his tone, though, it simply sounded like he wanted to be nice to you, without any aspiration of personal gain, and you almost blushed, caught off guard and no longer used to any form of kindness. Nevertheless, it was a matter of instants before another wet, long kiss was pressed on your jawline, making you startle with evident apprehension and, at a later time, definitively back away from him, as soon as you sensed his touch abandoning your hips only to climb your sides, till he reached for your nightgown’s collar and his fingers began to fiddle with its round buttons. “No, I’ll do it!” You curtly gave notice, as you temporarily lost control of both your speech and actions, placing your hands above his in order to shrug them off, then turning to face him with short breath, your open palms shielding you. “I got it” A noticeably softer voice supplanted your preceding rudeness once you gradually metabolised how much damage your incautious reaction could’ve done.

“Aye, aye, darling, as you wish” But John just chuckled, tenderly humouring you, while his forearms jokingly lift in surrender to your commands, although, truth be told, your strange behaviour had left him a bit bewildered, well-nigh confused. Carefully moving backwards, he cockily made himself comfortable on the edge of the double bed, sitting right in front of you with splayed legs, his yearning stare never deflecting from you, and started to unbutton his waistcoat along with his shirt and undershirt, until his statuesque torso was completely nude, in all its glory, as the moon transpired through the curtains and shed its faint rays on his every contour, superbly enhancing all of his muscles.

Without reprieve, he ogled up at you in pure adoration, devastatingly astonished afresh by your dazzling beauty, eager to feel your afire flesh around his, literally hanging on your every word or move, while a provocative smirk steadily rippled his lips. Still, he kept questioning why a seraphic vision like you was slowly withering away in that authentic hell on heart, adamantly squandering your blush of youth amidst that rabble of unrestrained putridity. It made absolutely no sense, and he couldn’t get rid of that pernicious thought haunting his mind ever since he had first seen you: you looked nervous, extremely defensive, almost paralyzed with fear; you seemed so different from all the whores he’d had before, hence his instincts, however obfuscated with cupidity, were screaming that something was wrong.  And when he watched you turn your back on him again, so to avoid his penetrating gaze as you reluctantly got undressed, it was enough for him to understand that his execrable hunch was right. Nevertheless, by the time his head managed to eventually reconnect to his mouth, it was already too late, the soft textile of your nightdress ineluctably fell to your feet, leaving you naked under his starving leer.

John choked on his own breath; for the very first time, he felt like a fledgling kid at his earliest experience, no matter if nothing could be further form the truth, in some turbid, cryptic way, you were able to make him vulnerable. His craw went hellishly dry while he continued to gape at you in awe, the sinuous curves of your flawless glutes, the meandering line of your superlatively arched back covered in part by your soft hair, your tensed shoulders and your refined legs, everything about you caused his mind to go entirely black, words stifling in his throat. Yet, as soon as you moved to face him and his sight was blessed with the full view of your voluptuous figure, something altered the light in his cerulean eyes, suddenly making it dark and gloomy. His jaw slightly dropped under the weight of that violent dismay: in conjunction, an obnoxious sense of nausea cruelly shot him in the gut and blind anger virulently assailed him, for your front bust was completely martyrized.

“What the hell...” That unmeant babble died in the gelid air, his shocked orbs demarcating the strokes of your damaged silhouette: your neck and collarbone were horridly plastered with several violet fingerprints, as if someone had mercilessly strangled you over and over, greenish bruises with the shape of full palms circled both your arms, there were conspicuous signs of ligature around your tiny wrists. Worse still, his eyelids had to squeeze a little in order to bring into focus the multiple oxblood dots stigmatizing your soft breasts, until he noticed in horror how those round specks were effectively cigarettes burns; all of the oxygen bluntly withdrew from his lungs, when he dwelled on the multiple blue and black marks barbarically desecrating the protuberances of your ribs. But what irremediably drove him over the edge were the two ghastly scars digging stretched grooves in your lower stomach, in parallel with your bulging pelvic bones and down almost to your livid groin.

Prey of that deleterious humiliation, you observed raw disgust contaminating his features and, with no apparent reason, the dormant hatred you had for yourself began to ferment inside your belly. “I-I’m sorry” you forced yourself to swallow your imminent tears, unexpectedly, the awareness of not being able to please him somehow inflicted more suffering on your mangled soul “If I’m not to your taste, y-you can...” The young man quickly stood up and, before you had the chance to finish your nonsensical sentence, he readily grabbed his shirt, approaching you with dispatch, his cold irises burning with an implausible mixture of fury and concern. “I don’t fucking care right now” His voice was unsteady, rolling down his tongue in fatigued panting, as his hands hastened to wrap his shirt around your shoulders, his trembling fingers struggling to put the buttons through the eyelets  “Who did this to you?” In truth, he was talking to himself rather than with you, noticeable impatience worsening his mad tone, yet you persistently steered clear of his inquiring look, more than determined to keep your mouth shut, forasmuch as your dizzy head was already helplessly spinning, along with your heart rabidly hammering against your sore ribcage. You were having a hard time figuring out what was going on, everything around you was so confused, you didn’t even know whether to trust him or not, you only wanted to close your eyes and forget about that lucid nightmare. “I’m not asking you, for fuck’s sake! Tell me who it was!”  That searing order tersely brought you back to reality and cleared how easily his rash temper could reemerge; indeed, all of a sudden, no trace was left of that kind, cheerful boy who earlier that night had succeeded in making you genuinely blush, on the contrary, when he cupped your cheeks and vehemently shook you, in a desperate effort to get your attention, his rough, authoritative command unbendingly hit you, and the sweet child within him ended up being thoroughly smothered by the scary, ruthless gangster that he truly was. That unforeseen contact had your feet automatically stagger backwards, your eyes fell to your tiptoes and your teeth started skewering your lower lip, while your exhausted brain resorted to its last ounce of strength, thereby obligating you to spit out a bit of your sorrow. “Three months ago, the man I once called father sold me to settle one of his debts with the Italians” Your thorax seemed to shrink to the point of absurdity once you became aware that it was essentially the first time you allowed yourself to say it all out loud. However, the presence of that compassionate stranger still represented for you a substantial barrier to surmount, leading your unquiet glance to franticly move from the grime on the floor, to the broken window on your left, anywhere, but never daring to meet his. “ I tried to run away, I swear I did, but they always caught me and-” 

A large knot callously plugged the bottom of your palate, causing you to hesitate for a minute, gently rubbing your own arms, in attempt to comfort yourself . “Robert has a short fuse, he g-gets pretty brutal when you don’t cooperate” Those disenchanted considerations carried an involuntary grin, it was nothing more than a spasm, but hid the unmistakable sign of an imminent cry, and John’s attentive irises certainly did not let it go unnoticed, yet he chose to stay quiet, because the last thing he would’ve wanted in that crucial moment was to scare you even more. “He beat me to death, each time harder than the time before, and then he let those men-... He-e kept me tied to that bed for days to teach me a lesson” Copious tears were now unremittingly streaming down your flushed face, your heart aching with raw affliction, preventing you from breathing properly, one of your palms instinctively went to cover the space between your breasts, in a vain whirl to ease that excruciating grief. “Oh, God” John simply sighed, he was precariously theetering on the verge of tears as well, thick veins untamedly pumped in the proximity of his temples, till his solid shape ruinously keeled over the longest side of the bed, his elbows piercing his own thighs, as he hid behind his clenched fists and finally permitted himself to indulge a couple of muffled sobs. Innumerable atrocities had clouded his eyes and soul during his brief life, he himself was capable of unspeakable acts of cruelty, still, that was absolutely intolerable, hearing your story was taking a terrible toll on him. Try as he might, he couldn’t conceive how somebody could have been so hopelessly evil, to abuse in such a heinous way a defenseless creature as pure as you were. That thought was irretrievably disturbing him, rancorously eroding his bowels, almost depriving him of his sanity.

“U-until I stopped fighting them”  Your last, indescribably anguished whisper struck the fatal blow, it unrelentingly plunged into his chest, sending an unbearable jolt of pain through his poisoned veins. For a brief instant, his expression, together with yours, harshly turned into a mask made of neat despair, as if your synapsis had been ravelled and both of you were enduring the exact same ache, at the exact same moment.

“I’ll fucking kill him!” Then, all at once, something apopletic inside him violently detonated, he berserkly stood up, roughly tripping over the beside table and everything placed on it. “Fucking kill that filthy bastard with my own two hands, bloody hell!” His hoarse yells made your bruised skin cringe and his furious steps covered the whole length of the room in the space of a scant minute; he was literally seething with murderous fits of rage, teeth grinding with irrepressible choler. “No!” your desperate voice erupted afresh and you hurried to reach for him, your hands unconsciously enveloping his cheekbones “Please, please, John, please, stop!” For the first time, his name slipped out of your aching throat in between those pathetic pleads, your wrists forced him to look at you, in attempt to dissuade him from his homicidal purposes; the mere thought of the potential disastrous consequences to his calamitous ire totally asphyxiated you, rampant panic assaulted your frail mind and, soon after, you found yourself hyperventilating and simultaneously rambling a bunch of incoherent words, your fingers gradually tightening their grip on him. “He’s gonna get so angry at me, he’s gonna- he-he’s...” “I’m a fucking Shelby, he does not draw a damn breath unless I say so” He firmly grabbed your chin with just two of his fingers, guiding your depleted pupils to entirely focus on his confident stare, and he growled that undisputable fact a span away from your nose. Petrified by that new awareness, you fell utterly silent, only gawking in his direction, while he put his undershirt back on with ease and rapidly grasped his cap. “Just stay here, do you hear me? Don’t move until I come back” An incandescent kiss was impulsively pressed to your forehead, no other words were spent, before he disappeared behind the door of your private hell. When your persecutor saw his special guest unyieldingly storming towards his desk with a truculent expression exuding fervent disappointment, he jumped on his feet, ready to find a solution to whatever problem had possibly arisen; one thing was sure, he never would’ve guessed what was about to happen. “Mr. Shelby, what’s wron-” John’s fist savagely collided with his jaw, nipping his cloying speech in the bud, without giving Turrini a second to process what was going on, another punch pitilessly smote him, and then another one, and then another, until hot, plenteous blood gushed from his multiple wounds. “You son of a bitch”   Animalistic groans left his rabid maws, sheer hate rushing through his brains, as he violently tossed him to the ground, immediately beginning to kick his torso with all of his brute force. “Mercy! I beg of you, sir, have mercy!” His victim’s prayers and harrowing screams barely titillated his ears, everything he could think about was your tragically marred body, hence an unbridled desire to give him a taste of his own medicine completely took over. “Where was your mercy when you were torturing her?”  Expertely holding his hat in the most efficient way, in a fury, John went down on his sacrificial lamb, promptly disfiguring just one side of his face, in order to take a quite theatrical pause from his wicked work.

“When she was imploring you to stop?”  Robert was now crying out loud, overwhelmed by that merciless agony, reduced to just invoke the glacial scynt of death, since nothing in his entire miserable existence had ever caused him more intense pain, than the coarse perception of a finely sharpened razorblade brutishly lacerating his flesh once more, inch by inch.

“Now bend your ear to this” despite his wrenching laments, John rudely lift him up by seizing the blood stained collar of his jacket “if anyone else but me goes near her fucking room again, I’ll burn this fucking place down!” And with that first, deadly threat the pimp’s head was brutally slammed into the wall, an umpteenth whine of contrition escaping his mouth filled with blood, nevertheless, no time was left for redemption.

“You lay a finger on her again” his skull was doggedly crashed into the bricks once again, a crimson spatter smeared the pale plaster covering them “I will break your neck” John’s knuckles clasped, having his red right hand effectively strenghten its hold on his neck, nearly killing him on the spot. However, fortunately for the whoremaster, Johnny would’ve not put an end to his sufferings, nor he could've simply taken you away, deep inside, he knew he needed to discuss it with his family, first and foremost, with Thomas, for the unstable equilibrium reached by the Peaky Blinder was far too fragile to start a new war against the Italians. Thus, with great difficulty, he forced himself to keep his mind clear and put a lid on his beastly instinct. “From now on, no one of you dirty swines is allowed to even look at her”  Throwing him to the floor, the middle Shelby delivered one last kick straight to his fat abdomen, and disrespectfully spit on him, marking with his salt slaver the end of his brutalized prey’s calvary. “By order of the Peaky Blinders”   As soon as the crackling door snapped open, your heart seemed to explode, your eyelids bolted with pure fear, whilst you pulled your knees closer to your clavicles, an ancient prayer lingering your lips together with heavy breaths, as you prepared for the worst. But the worst never came. “Y/n, hey, calm down. It’s all right” John’s husky voice echoed in your ears, and, you could’ve sworn it, that was, without the slightest doubt, the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Your head abruptly tilted in his direction, an oxymoric mixture of fear and hope twinkling into your watery irises, deep pants still rocking your tiny self. “It’s me, it’s just me” Keeping his arms up to indicate his innocuous purpose, he carefully approached you. Almost immediately, you noticed the several scarlet handprints staining his pale top, eloquent sign that he had tried to wipe his palms on that ivory material as best as he could. Yet, you were so profoundly relieved to see his friendly face, that, to be honest, the sight of fresh blood didn’t upset you at all. It was like you had fallen into a fugue state, every single thing around you was so distant, your numb senses were only able to concentrate on John’s lean silhouette kneeling in front of you. “ No one will hurt you anymore, darling” his hands gently went to caress your thighs, while his worried gaze tirelessly sought yours and he spoke those soft, reassuring words “You need to trust me”. And you did want to put all of your faith in that young man. His delicate flair easily awakened you from that ostensible slumber, building a rousing fire inside your belly; without a thought about your unforeseen actions, you threw your arms around his strong neck, your knees producing a dry sound as they collided with the wooden pavement, still you didn’t care and you held him tight, letting out loud cries and drowning into his muscular chest, finally revelling in the feeling of that warm embrace. Soon, he entangled his callous fingers with your velvety locks, subconsciously narrowing his solid shoulders, as to shield your frangible figure from the outside world. “I'll get you out of here soon, I promise”

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