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cheekypeakyblinder · 1 year

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

That evening John had picked Franny up in the family car and taken her to the Garrison. The whole pub was singing. And it was strangely amusing. They sat down at the small front of the Garrison. Which was always reserved for the Shelby family. And they all drank beer.

The boys played cards while Franny talked to the new barmaid Grace. Grace had excused herself when she got a look from Thomas. And Franny her smile turned into a sly smirk. But look Thomas shut her off and she just lit a cigarette and sipped her beer. When Grace opened the door the singing was even louder. 'Jesus Christ Tommy, what the hell made you let them sing?' John asked chuckling and chewing on a small piece of wood. 'They sound like they're strangling cats out there.' Franny added laughing and leaning against John.

Thomas was laughing at them. 'All right 20 is the play. Come on.' Arthur said bringing the attention back to the game. 'And what made you change your mind, Tommy?' Arthur asked quite curious. Thomas was looking at Grace while she closed the door and the singing died down.' It's about time, Tommy.' John said with an even bigger grin.

'Time for what?' He asked. 'The time you took yourself a woman.' John said to him. 'Just play the bloody hands.' Tommy said while picking up his cards. And Franny and John exchanged a smirk. 'You stay the way you are, Tommy. Remember what Dad used to say.' Arthur said. 'Fast woman and slow horses will ruin your life.' Both Arthur and John almost sang. To which Franny looked confused and almost hurt.

When suddenly lights were approaching in front of the Garrison. 'Coppers.' John said. 'no.' Thomas said he exchanged a look with Franny. Who nodded and she jumped up and through the door. Which left John and Arthur confused. The doors went open and the singing went down. Franny was switching dresses with Grace. Leaving her in the more waitressy look then her own corset dress.

'Go home Grace. It's going to end nasty.' Franny said pulling her hair pin down making her hair fall on her shoulders. Grace didn't want to go. 'If you want to live and work here a bit longer you go home now.' Franny demanded. She pushed Grace almost out of the door and she walked back up to the bar of the Garrison. Where a few men with guns had walked in. All the sounds had died down.

'Holy shit it's Billy Kimber.' Harry the owner of the Garrison said. Franny stood next to him. 'We need to get everyone home.' Franny said softly. He looked down to the smaller Franny and was confused for a second but he knew Thomas played games sometimes. Billy Kimber entered the Garrison. He looked just as awful as Franny could remember. He was small and his mustache was not making him look any younger.

'Is there any man here named Shelby?' Kimber asked. No one answered. So Billy Kimber pulled his gun and shot up (thankfully) 'I said is there any man named Shelby?' he asked again. Everyone had ducked down from the sounds of gun. When the door of the side room opened. And Thomas walked out. Fastly followed by Arthur and John. 'Harry, get these men a drink. Everyone else go home!' Thomas demanded.

Everyone quickly went outside leaving just the men of Kimber, the Shelby men and Harry and Franny. They put a table in the middle making Kimber sit down on one side and the Shelby's on the other side. Franny came put with a bottle of whiskey and glasses and poured everyone some. 'Kimber sat down on one side and his advisor on the other side. When Franny reached them Thomas, John and Arthur saw Kimber look and before he could stretch out a hand John was already ready to throw a fit. But Thomas spoke up. 'Fran, that's enough thank you.'

'All right Mr. Shelby.' She politely said and she quickly left to the bar. 'I've never approved of women in pubs, but when they look like that...' Kimber spoke up. Thomas quickly changed the subject before everyone would be fighting. 'You said you wanted men called Shelby.' Thomas said while lighting a cigarette. 'You got three of them.'

'Well I'd never heard of ya, Then I did hear of ya. Some little Diddicoy razor gang. I thought to myself, 'So, What?'' Kimber started. 'But then you fuck me over. So now you have my undivided attention.' He said changing faces through John to Arthur to Thomas. 'By the way which one am I talking to? Who's the boss?' He said pointing to all three of them.

They were silent for a second and Arthur looked up towards him. 'Well I'm the oldest.' He just said. 'Clearly.' Kimber said with a laugh. 'Are you laughing at my brother?' John then fastly cut in. Fran looked up from the bar seeing John looking down from his hat. If looks could kill Kimber would have been dead a hundred times. Kimber was shifting in his seat before saying something. 'Right.' Kimber then said.

'He's the oldest.' He said pointing to Arthur. 'You're the thickest.' He said pointing to John. 'I'm told the boss is called Tommy and I'm guessing that's you, because you've been looking me up and down like I'm a fucking tart.' Kimber said looking now directly at Thomas. Who was sitting there looking at Kimber. Just holding his cigarette not losing eye contact. 'I want to know what you want.' Thomas then said.

Suddenly the man next to Kimber spoke up. 'There were suspicious betting patterns at Kempton Park. A horse called Monaghan Boy.' he said. 'He won by a length twice and then finished last, with three thousand pounds bet on him.' He concluded himself. 'Which one am I talking to.' Thomas then said looking at Kimber and then at the other man. 'Which one of you is the boss?' 'I am Mr. Kimber's adviser and accountant.' He explained. But Kimber is a hothead so he cut right back in. 'And I'm the fucking boss.' He said while standing up trying to intimidate Thomas. 'Okay, right, end of parley.

'You fixed a race without my permission.' He stopped raging for a second before calling them 'Fucking Gypsy scum.'

'What, live of the war pensions of these poor Garrison Lane widows!' 'That's your level. I am Billy Kimber, I run the races!' he said, Kimber was almost as red as a strawberry. 'And you fixed one of them so I'm going to have you shot against a post.' He said before turning around and wanting to walk out of the Garrison. But Thomas stood up.

'Mr. Kimber wait.' he wanted to walk after him. But Kimber's pit bulls directly raised their guns at him. Thomas then threw Kimber something. And Kimber catched it and looked at it. 'That is my name in it. It's from the Lee family. You are also at war with the Lees, Mr. Kimber, am I right?' He said looking at Kimber. Kimber was walking a few paces back to the table holding on to the thing in his hands. Which Franny later learned was a bullet engraved with Thomas his name.

'The Lees are attacking your bookies and taking your money. Your men can't control them. You need help. ' Thomas was repping up. 'Perhaps we should listen to what Mr. Shelby has to say.' The advisor spoke up. 'Before we make our decisions.' 'Right. The Lees are doing a lot of talking at the fairs. They have a lot of kin. They're saying the race tracks are easy meat, because the police are busy with strikes. Now, we have connections. We know how they operate.' Thomas explained.

'You have muscle. Together we can beat them. Divided, maybe not.' Thomas concluded his speech. Leaving Kimber with nothing to say waiting on his adviser to speak.' Mr. Kimber, perhaps we should take some time for reflection, possibly make arrangements for a second meeting.' The advisor said.

'I admire you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said they had not broken off eye contact. Which was impressive to Franny. 'You started with nothing, and built a legitimate business. It would be an honor to work with you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said. Kimber was looking down on Thomas. Then to his brothers before speaking.

'Nobody works with me. People work for me.' Kimber then took a coin out of his pocket and threw it onto the floor in front of Thomas. 'Pick it up Pikey' He just said. The three boys did not move. But then Thomas went through his knees to get the piece of money John stood up directly to protect Thomas. But Thomas threw his hand towards John.

'Sit down.' And John did. Thomas picked up the coin Kimber looked at him. 'That's for your ceiling.' he said before turning towards the door. 'Thank you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said. His advisor stood up and walked over to Thomas. 'We will be at Cheltenham.'

'As will I.' Thomas said the advisor nodded to Thomas before leaving the pub. The two pit bulls of bodyguards walked after them leaving the pub. Thomas walked after them closing the door. He walked back to the table. Where both John and Arthur still sat drinking down a glass of Whiskey. Franny walked over and took a glass herself.

'So you picked a fight with the Lees on purpose. Tommy, we can't mess with Billy Fucking Kimber.' Arthur said to Thomas putting his glass back on the table. He threw Franny the coin Kimber threw at him. 'Get yourself a decent haircut, man. We're going to the races.' Thomas said with a grin. Arthur was still not completely over it. But both John and Franny were over the moon they loved the betting's but they loved the races even more.

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blinder00 · 8 months

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i saw people making pinned posts for blogs so ill do that too

THIS BLOG IS SOMETIMES NSFW 18+, NO MINORS

21/Male/bi and into machines and things

he/him/it/its really anything you want i guess

CW: mechanophilia/robophilia/posts with gore

i’m an electrical engineer and repair guy in trade, other skills include music/writing/vocals/voice acting

queer friendly space, i will not judge you even though i’m new to some things, i dont fully understand a lot of terms yet

really into ultrakill rn, other media interests are evangelion, older nes games and halo, lots more i cant think of, i like old tech and computer

AO3 page is https://archiveofourown.org/users/BLINDER00/works

GO LISTEN TO THOUSAND KNIVES BY RYUICHI SAKAMOTO AND ALSO MAKOTO MATSUSHITA’S FIRST LIGHT AND ALSO MASAYOSHI TAKANAKA JUST AS AN ARTIST

#blinder

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musellanea · 1 year

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Song Mash-up: Can't Get You Out of My Mind × Blinder

I can't get you out of my mind

We'll get free, no worries now

I'll try to be patient, don't want you to rush

We'll make it through together

#dreamcatcher #kingdom #cant get you out of my mind #blinder #kpop #Youtube #mashup

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ipl24 · 5 days

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#Best Catch Of IPL 2024? Ravindra Jadeja's One-Handed Blinder Stuns Cricket Fraternity, Video Goes Viral - Watch | Cricket News #TATAIPL #IPL24

#IPL24 # In the thrilling clash between Lucknow Super Giants and Chennai Super Kings in the IPL 2024, the cricketing universe witnessed a moment of sheer brilliance that encapsulated the essence of the sport. Ravindra Jadeja, the ever-dynamic all-rounder, transformed into a superhuman on the field, snatching a one-handed blinder that left spectators in awe and opponents in disbelief. Ravi…

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#Blinder #Catch #Cricket #Fraternity #IPL #IPL24 #Jadejas #News #OneHanded #Ravindra #Stuns #TATAIPL #Video #Viral #Watch

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hellenhighwater · 24 days

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You know what, since I'm thinking about it anyways, let's talk formalwear accessories. Most of these are traditionally menswear but a bit of gender fuckery is good for the soul, and frankly most of these are about making your mass-produced clothing fit and lay properly without having to go to the tailor.

Shirt stays: these go around your thighs to hold your shirt down, so that it stays smooth and tucked in. They're usually elastic, with 1-3 clips, and if you wear skirts frequently this is a GREAT way to make sure your top doesn't ride up. The clips will be visible if you're wearing something tight, so loose pants or skirts are where these do best. There's also an insane version that clips to your socks, but that is for lunatics. If you wanted, you could also use one of these clips to hold up thigh-highs.

These do a great job of smoothing and narrowing the waist area by keeping your shirt from bunching there.

Sleeve garters: usually metal, leather, elastic, or silk. These are usually worn with button-down shirts to adjust where your cuff falls on the wrist or hand. They're properly worn on the upper arm, and you pull the fabric of the sleeve above the garter until you cuff is where you want it. Because this creates a puff of sleeve at the bicep, it also broadens the appearance of the shoulders. It's great if you're working with your hands or if your sleeves are often too long for your preference.

Waistband clip or belt adjustment clip/buttons: Three different ways of tightening the waistband of a pair of pants or a skirt. You're not going to get more than an inch or so tighter without weird bunching, and for most of these you'd want them to be hidden under a shirt or jacket, but they do the job if that's something you're having issues with.

Collar pins: There are so many fun ones out there, both with and without chains. They're not terribly practical, though the slight weight may help keep your collar where you want it. Also consider collar tips, which pin (surprise) to the very tips of your collar points.

Sweater clips/guards: meant to hold your sweater or cardigan mostly closed. Great if your cardigan doesn't button, or if you don't like it to be buttoned all the way.

There's tons of other stuff out there like this--etsy is a great place to find this stuff. A lot of these are old solutions to the very modern problem of mass-maufactured clothes not being as one-size-fits-all as advertised, but they're also a fun way to put a bit of personality into businesswear.

#yes i know that's peaky blinders in there

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sw5w · 4 months

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It's the Boy Who's Responsible for Getting Us These Parts

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:11:29

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Tatooine #Xelric Draw #Qui-Gon Jinn #rough-spun poncho #unidentified security guard #blinder #eopie #Obi-Wan Kenobi #padawan braid #Jedi robe

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we-survive-endlessly · 11 months

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If they perform Blinder live I think I might lose my mind. That song feels like it would be so fun and incredible to see live.

#Kingdom #blinder #rae’s ramblings

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lebemitgott · 1 year

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Da ging er hin und wusch sich

Da ging er hin und wusch sich und kam sehend wieder. Johannes 9,7 Als ich neulich in der Stillen Zeit diese Geschichte des Blinden, der von der Geburt aus blind war, las, habe ich über die Art der Heilung nachgedacht, die Jesus an ihm vollbracht hat. Er spuckte auf die Erde, machte ein Brei daraus und trug den auf die Augen des Blinden. Das war keine Heilung mit der Handauflegung oder des…

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goldenshrikecomic · 8 months

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Can we get some silly facts about the red antler family

Loudkill and Gutpull might be scary but their oldest sister is even scarier.

Boneslav is very loved in his group, especially because he's different.

Grimjav is Grimjav's third name.

No red antlers for dad Earbust, but he's family too. He has the patience of a saint.

Blinder, Gutpull's teen daughter (seen on page 205 and the newest bonus comic) wants to be a leader someday.

#ask #anon #stonekrovn #loudkill #gutpull #boneslav #grimjav #earbust #blinder

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cheekypeakyblinder · 1 year

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𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙮

𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩?

#John Shelby #Peaky Blinders #Peaky #Blinders #Blinder #Peaky fooking blinders #Peaky Blinder #Jonathan Shelby #Dating John Shelby #Love John Shelby #Loving John Shelby #John Shelby pictures #John Shelby Giffs

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blinder00 · 2 months

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yuor package is in the male? i dunno… sound pretty gay to me….

#blinder #please be nice to me

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enisteyjia · 2 months

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#enisteyjia #couple #bw #dark #black and white #aesthetic #art #tommy and grace #tommy shelby #grace shelby #peaky blinders

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lovelybucky1 · 6 months

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Treat Me Wrong

Kinktober Day 16- Degradation Kink

warnings: AFAB!Reader, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, sex work, roleplay, spanking, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, 18+ minors DNI

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“I think we should break up,” you say.

Tommy’s face twists in anger and confusion. “Where’d you get that idea?” he asks.

This is exactly why you want to break up. He’s so dismissive and he doesn’t respect you. He’s sitting relaxed in his chair like you didn’t just suggest ending your relationship. Why is it so difficult for him to care about you?

“I’m not happy!” you say.

Tommy scoffs in response. “You live like a princess. What else could you possibly need?”

“Love and attention,” you huff.

“Christ,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “Are you a child? Do you really need me to attend to you all day to be content?”

“Not all day, Tommy. Just sometimes. What's the point in even having a lover if you won't spend time with them?"

"You act like I have a lot of free time to waste. I'm a very busy man."

His way of having excuses for everything make you feel like you're going insane.

"You have enough time to spend with prostitutes," you say bitterly. This makes Tommy perk up. "I know you go to see them after work and lie to me when you get home late. Why do you bother stringing me along if you'd rather pay for your companionship?"

Tommy chuckles darkly. "That's what this is about, eh?"

"Why the fuck are you laughing, Tommy?"

He stands up from his chair and crosses the room to stand in front of you. He places one hand on your hip while the other holds his cigarette. The smoke swirls in front of your face, the pungent smell burning your nose.

"You're jealous of my whores?" he asks smugly.

"What do they have that I don't," you ask angrily.

"I have certain needs that they satisfy."

You scoff and push his hand off of you. "We're together, Tommy. You should come to me to satisfy your needs, not step out on me."

Tommy rolls his eyes and grabs ahold of your wrist. "What I need isn't appropriate for a high society woman like yourself."

You furrow your brows in confusion, but no matter what he's talking about, you want to be able to provide it for him. "You don't get to decide what's appropriate for me or not. Besides, you'd know that I'm very adventurous if you ever took the time to actually be intimate with me."

He blinks slowly at you and licks his lips, then smirks devilishly. "You want me to treat you like one of my whores?"

"Yes, Tommy."

"Right." Tommy stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray on the side table, the turns his attention back to you. Both of his hands are on your hips now, holding you firmly. "You promise not to get upset?"

"Why would I get upset?"

Tommy fights back a smirk. "Because I tend to be a bit... harsh."

"Harsh?" you ask.

"You said you want me to fuck you like a whore. A dirty, cheap, used up whore that's only good for taking cock. Is that right?" You hesitantly nod. "Then until I'm finished, that's exactly what you're going to be. I'm only going to stop if you tell me to, otherwise I'm going to have you just like I have them."

"Okay," you breathe.

Tommy steps away from you and sits back in his chair. "Take your dress off," he instructs.

You find it a bit odd that he's just watching instead of also getting undressed, but it does make you feel better that the prostitutes he visits don't get to see him naked.

You strip piece by piece until you're bare in front of him. He stands up again and looks over your body, occasionally prodding and groping you.

"Turn around," he says, voice low. You do as he says and you allow yourself to be moved over to the couch. Tommy pushes you so you're bent at the waist over the arm rest, bare ass on display.

Tommy continues to grope you; he slaps your cheeks, spreads and slaps them, and teases at your folds.

“Wet already? Didn’t think whores got off on their work,” he says.

Without much prep, he shoves two fingers into your cunt. Like a true whore, you take them easily. He opens you up by scissoring his fingers inside you. He's going quickly, not bothering to take his time and make it pleasurable for you. You suppose he pays for his own pleasure, not yours.

"Already loose too. How many others did you have today?" he asks. When you don't answer him, he delivers a slap to your ass.

"N-none," you whimper.

"Sounds like business is slow."

He pulls his fingers out of you and wipes your wetness on your thigh. He then moves to press his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the bulge in his slacks. He grinds up against you shamelessly, making you feel even more humiliated now that he's simulating fucking you while he's fully dressed.

"Tell me you want my cock," he orders.

"I want your cock," you parrot with a whine in your voice.

"You can be more convincing than that," he says with a slap to your ass. "Be a good whore and beg me to fuck you."

You take a deep breath. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad... Mr. Shelby," you add for good measure.

That seems to please him, because he moves away from you far enough to pull his cock through his fly. He rubs the head through your folds, teasing your entrance with it.

"I'm not going to catch anything from fucking you raw, am I?" he asks, though he knows the answer.

"No, sir," you reply.

You're glad he bent you over like this, because that means he can't see your embarrassed face and you don't have to look into his intimidating eyes.

"Mm, good."

He pushes inside you, not gently but he doesn't aim to hurt you. Once he's fully seated inside, he begins to thrust before you're ready for it. You gasp in surprise, but you're helpless to do anything but take it.

"Didn't think pussy so cheap would take me so well," he groans. His hands grip tightly on your hips and he slams you back to meet each of his thrusts. His cock bumps against your cervix uncomfortably, but it feels best for him when you take it all the way, and that's the only thing that matters.

With each thrust, you make a punched out little moan. Tommy, however, is silent above you, save for a bit of heavy breathing. It isn't until you arch your back and really start putting on a show that he speaks up.

"Like a fuckin' professional, eh? I should come to you more often. Y'know, my woman's a real bitch sometimes. Never lets me fuck her like this. Thinks she's too good to get bent over. Has so many opinions, too. But you're a good woman; quiet, tight," he leans down, draping himself over your back to speak into your ear. "Obedient."

You can't help but moan at his filthy words, despite how degrading they are. You shouldn't find your lover talking badly about you so arousing, but you cant help it.

"She gets so mad I cheat on her but I think she'd understand if she felt this cunt for herself. 'm gonna marry her and fuck her full of babies to keep her busy while I give the real good stuff to you."

"Fuck," you whimper and immediately regret it.

"You like when I talk to you like a whore? You like getting fucked hard like I don't love you?"

It's rare that Tommy says he loves you. So rare, in fact, that you often doubt if it's true.

"Yes, yes," you gasp. "I love you."

"Mm," he hums. "Save it for when I'm not paying you."

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