I’ve only seen up to season 3 of Peaky Blinders but I have such a hankering to read a fic where Lizzie gets her lick back. Like I need a long, grueling and honestly cruel love story between them where Tommy has to redeem himself. He did her so unbelievably dirty and I would just love love love to see some well deserved comeuppance.
while i was re-watching peaky blinders i realized this interesting thing on season 3 finale and truly, what a wasted opportunity.
so, when tommy is going to tatiana to get the money she requests him £5,000 for the sex, which he gives her, then she tries to push it by saying "and five for helping you through the grief of losing your wife." tommy is upset by this and tells her "you didn't even come close." which granted, she wasn’t actually helping him. later, in the famous finale speech, he gives lizzie money and she immediately refuses. i suppose she thinks he is giving her money for the sex, but then he clarifies in front of everyone that no, it’s not for the sex, "lizzie, i want it known, that money was for you because some nights it was you who stopped my heart from breaking, no-one else". it was an interesting difference between the two women. the show has always made it very clear that lizzie is someone he always comes back to. before and after the war, when he lost grace, it’s never ending. if it was for physical relief he could find it anywhere (and he did, there was a time when he didn’t sleep with lizzie but would hire anyone which i thought was interesting and even pol wondered) but i think the point was to show that lizzie is able to break through him emotionally in moments when he is at the worst and don’t think tommy even realized the full capacity as to why. and what a wasted potential it was from SK not to show at least one of those encounters, it would’ve made a big difference in how the audience perceives their relationship.
If the wind turns, if I hit a squall
Allow the ground to find its brutal way to me.
If I should fall, on that day
I only pray, don't fall away from me.
“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”
Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.
rick grimes is the type of man to make you stay behind him at all times when you’re out on a run together, his hand holding yours to keep you close while using his body to block you from harms way. ⋆˙⟡