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saintsir4n · 7 months

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WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF WAR

1914

"YOU'VE got a what?" Finn asked, the expecting couple.

Isaiah's gasped, "In where?"

Days had passed since the celebratory drink in honour of another Shelby baby and the boys were still confused about all of it, so Tommy and Eden pulled them aside from their learnings to explain as much as possible, considering he and his brothers would be leaving in very soon.

"How is a baby in there?" Isaiah turned to his best friend.

"Sex," Finn answered, despite not knowing what he was saying.

The couple looks at each other in shock watching the two interact.

"How does he..." Eden was too stunned so Tommy took over.

"Boys, Eden's got a baby in her tummy, just like Martha did –"

"-- she might again," Eden mumbled, luckily only Tommy heard but she gave him an 'I'll tell you later' look and he continued.

"The baby will come when I'm not here, so you two need to be on your best behaviour," Tommy instructed, leaning down as they stared up at him with their innocent faces, "no messin' around, no gettin' on her nerves, just be good, alright?"

His words went straight over their heads, "Does that mean I still get sweets?" Finn asked no one in particular.

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose, "Finn you've been told you're gonna be an uncle for the second time and you're worrying about sweets."

The Shelby boy awaited an answer.

"Yes, you'll get sweets Finny and another niece," Eden reassured him.

His brows pinched together, "What's that?"

Finn understood that he was an uncle but nothing more than that.

"Is it a girl?" Isaiah questioned, folding his arms, when he received a nod, the boys exchanged grimaces, "Ewww."

Immediately they ran off and went back to their books, leaving the couple alone.

"What the fuck?" Eden blinked rapidly.

Tommy took her hand, before palming her stomach once again.

"Now that's done, let's go," he said, nodding to the basket on the floor.

"But what's up with 'em?"

"Fuck knows."

Two days, the lads were leaving in two days. Tommy's heart hammered in his chest at the thought, nevertheless, he promised Eden a perfect day, filled with chocolate slices, sandwiches and a flask of tea. She wore the sweetest frock she could dig out of her closet, it was cheery red, matching the colour of her lips. He adorned a crease-free shirt which was concealed by his favourite navy blue jumper, his shoes were polished, and the gifted horseshoe and box were in his slacks.

Despite not carrying his gun with him, he decided the blades in his cap would suffice and along with the knife he knew that clung to Eden's thigh, they would be safe.

They rode Shadow once again, this time Eden was much more relaxed and free, the light wind combed through Tommy's hair and luckily didn't move a strand of hers, being that she styled it into a low bun.

After tying the horse to a nearby tree, they found the spot overlooked the city, allowing them to spread out the blanket and sit down, basking in the heat.

The sun felt like hot kisses against Eden's skin, leaving her with tints of amber, drawing Tommy's attention as he pulled out all the food he'd spent making up that morning. She was everything he dreamt of and more, the very thing that he yearned for in both body and spirit, she challenged him in ways he hated to love and often drove him to madness, but brought him back with only the right sequence of words. Eden bloody Dawkins, she was his home.

"What?" she felt his stare.

Tommy simply cocked his head to the side, raising his brow at her as a smile tugged at his lips.

"Aren't I simply a dream Tom?" she teased, winking at the man.

"That you are my love."

Eden bashfully laughed at his response and started to dig into the spread, she carved anything and everything, the previous night she'd woken up Tommy so he could make her some rose tea, he didn't have a clue of what she was on about and cautiously told his aunt about it. Polly wasn't pleased with being pulled out of her slumber but aided him anyway.

"How's the little one treatin' ya?" he gently palmed the slight swell of her stomach.

"Can't feel much, bumps don't show properly for another two months," when you're away, she wanted to add, but decided not to, "nausea's died down for now."

"Can see that," he nodded to a half-eaten sandwich in her hand, making her snort.

"And you can say it's a girl, Tom unless you don't believe your aunt," she gave him a pointed look.

"I believe her, things might change, just being realistic."

"'Cause you want a boy?"

"Did I say that?" his hand didn't leave her stomach as he picked up the flask.

"Y'know she's a girl, so you're not havin' a peaky blinder," she narrowed her eyes at him, "but by the grace of god, we have a boy he ain't becomin' a blinder Thomas alright? Promise me." he shrugged, making her hit his forehead, "You promised a perfect day so promise me."

He nodded after gulping down some tea, "Alright, I promise... if it's a boy he ain't becoming a blinder," he paused, "I'll make sure he goes to London and becomes one of those established toffs."

She scrunched up her face, "Ugh, I think I'd prefer a blinder."

They both started to laugh, but in truth wanted a bright future for their child, their children, not wanting them to be subjected to the same misfortunes they inherited, but it was a lot to ask for, let alone dream about. Money could change a lot, but it couldn't change blood.

"You thought of any names?" she asked, as he rested his head in her lap.

His eyes fluttered shut, "A few."

She gently patted him, "Spill."

He inhaled sharply, "It's a lot to ask..."

"Go on."

"Somethin' to do with my mum," his reply had her intrigued.

"Mara Shelby," he stiffly nodded at her mention, "it's a pretty name," she said smiling.

"Esme too," he added, recalling how he and John were up a couple of nights ago talking about it. Arthur joined in, and so did Ada before they passed out in the front room.

"Esmerelda," she liked how it rolled off her tongue.

He chuckled before saying the next, "Pollyanna, but don't tell Pol 'bout that."

"Secret safe with me," she giggled.

"You thought of any?"

"Nothing's come to mind, none have felt right, my mum told me that she spent months thinkin' of what to call me and then changed her mind on the day," she said, combing her hand through his thick locks.

"Really?"

"Yeah, spontaneous thing right?"

"Sounds it," as a man who made part of their child, he didn't want to influence Eden too much with the name of the baby, but the fact she was taking his input made him grateful.

"Just picturing the little girl, runnin' 'round, with a dog chasing her..." her eyes fluttered shut at the image.

"A dog, what one?" he questioned, envisioning the image also, it made his heart swell.

"Bullmastiff," she breathed out.

His eyes fluttered open. "Those big dogs?"

"Yeah, family dogs apparently, but can be brutal when needs be," she continued with the vision, believing it would be the perfect addition to the home they already dreamt of.

"Ballmastiff it is, anything else Mrs Shelby?" and with that question her eyes snapped open, glancing down at the smirking man.

She swallowed the lump at the back of her throat, "Not Mrs. Shelby yet, haven't even popped the question."

"That's true," Tommy sat up, then rose on one knee, rendering Eden to softly chuckle behind her shaking hand, "Now, I was gonna do this a while ago, back when I got permission from your parents. And yes even your dad gave me 'is blessin', a shock to me and all, but I promised I wasn't gonna fuck this up, and I'm not am I?"

"No, you aren't, keep it up."

"Been thinkin' of all the ways I was gonna ask you this, dreamin', talkin' talk my self 'bout how I was gonna ask you to be my wife, did it so often Pol thought 'bout 'avin' me admitted," a teary laugh escaped her at his confession. "So I thought what would my Edie do when she's stuck? She'd write it down wouldn't ya love?"

"I would," she admitted.

"But I couldn't do that," he jokily tutted, making her laugh even more, "I scrapped the paper and thought speakin' from the heart was better, even though I think I'm doin' a crap job at it, but you're smilin'" her smile reached her teary eyes, making his heart hammer once more, "best smile I've ever seen, the brightest too," his voice cracked slightly, "and a great woman once said 'you have to be a bright ball of fire to be seen' and I've never not seen you, Eden. You're everything to me, my bright ball of hope, Christ how sappy is that?"

"Keep goin'" She softly nudged him, despite her tears.

"Oh right," he reached into his back pocket, "even before that little one starting growin' inside you, I was gonna propose. We speak about the future and mine wouldn't be right — it couldn't be without you in it. You've always been in it, so Eden Mary Dawkins would you –"

"Yes," she practically fell into his arms, covering his face with kisses.

"Darlin' I 'aven't shown you the ring yet or properly asked the question."

"Fine, ask me," she playfully rolled her eyes, not letting go of him.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes, it was always gonna be yes," she exclaimed.

An uncharacteristically wide smile broke out on his face as he produced a small box, but that didn't stop her from kissing him and he immediately kissed back, flooding her with feelings that burst through his chest and she did the same, swirling his mouth with the joy that took over her.

Pulling away, he presented her with a ring, that she squealed out, much to his shock, sure it shone in the sunlight, but he didn't think it was much, in honesty he thought she would hate it, but it was the best he could do.

"Brought it for cheap, don't be mad," he said, settling down onto the blanket again.

Her brows furrowed slightly, "And why would I be mad?"

"You deserved better."

"It's perfect," she wasted no more time and slid it onto her finger.

She even laughed when he fitted his cap onto her head.

My secret blinder, he thought.

She wouldn't stop looking at the ring, so he took his time to speak again, "I want us to have the best weddin', but can't do it now only when I come back, so promise me you'll tell people we're married."

"For protection?..."

"Exactly, protection, our little Shelby needs it, just like you," he and his family agreed to it as well, making sure to spread the word that they'd wed, so no one questioned it. Even asking Jeremiah to pretend he performed the ceremony and Polly to put together a fake marriage certificate.

"'Course," she smiled at him, watching as he slipped on a wedding band of his own. "Should we make up our own vows then?"

"If you want," he couldn't stop smiling.

"Well, I... promise to be loyal to you, always, mind body and soul."

He let out a nervous chuckle, "Not to love ey?"

"You can love someone and hurt 'em right?" she blurted out, eyes widening at the words she spoke. It was out of experience she wanted to be cautious, she loved Tommy and he loved her, but the future they planned wouldn't be plane sailing. "I promise to always love you, also, but loyalty, our loyalty to each other can't be brought, or made, it was always there, alright?"

Tommy couldn't disagree despite himself.

"I promise to be loyal to you, always, mind body and soul."

They sealed that vow with a kiss, arguably far more meaningful and sacred than the last.

The sun brightened, bearing witness to the faux wedding, shining down on their rings with its harsh rays, before Tommy turned to whisper something to her bump, putting on voices for his daughter to hear, making his fiancé laugh at his utter foolishness as she ran her fingers through his hair. Thirty weeks left of her pregnancy to go and Tommy had to make the most of this moment, imagining what their child would look like before she popped out.

He was about to go through the flames of war, but right now all he could think of was his family, and how he would make sure to cherish them, despite how little time he had.

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a/n:

for a while, i was trying to figure out how far along eden is and she's roughly two months pregnant, give or take a week.

we all know when it comes to tommy loyalty is more vital than love, merely because he's committed atrocities in the name of love and family, so he's really not one to be trusted.

how did you find this chapter? the proposal? the happiness between teden?

next time chapter will be the last before the epilogue and bonus chapter, guys so might want to bring some tissues.

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #black girl #tommyshelby and edendawkins #edendawkins #edenshelby #tommy Shelby #tommyshelbystory #tommy shelby x reader #tommyshelby x black!reader #Birmingham #1914 #great war #peaky blinder fanfic

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hopethroughscriptureministries · 15 days

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Parable of the Prodigal Son:

Jesus conveyed a profound message about forgiveness, redemption, and the boundless love of God. Let's reframe the narrative within this Christian context, drawing from Luke 15:11-32, and infuse it with additional biblical insights.

A certain man had two sons. The younger son asked for his share of the inheritance and journeyed to a distant land where he squandered his wealth in reckless living. Soon, a severe famine swept through the land, and the young man found himself in dire need.

In his desperation, he sought employment feeding pigs, a job that symbolized his degradation and distance from his upbringing. Yet, in his lowest moment, he came to his senses and decided to return to his father, confessing his sins and seeking forgiveness.

His father, filled with compassion, ran to greet him while he was still far off. Instead of condemnation, the father embraced his wayward son, clothing him in the finest robe and celebrating his return with a lavish feast.

Meanwhile, the older son, who had remained obedient and dutiful, grew resentful at the extravagant welcome given to his brother. But the father, ever merciful, reminded him of the importance of forgiveness and reconciliation.

This parable echoes the essence of divine mercy and the unconditional love of God. Just as the father welcomed back his repentant son, so too does our Heavenly Father eagerly await our return, ready to forgive and restore us to fellowship with Him.

The Prodigal Son reminds us of the importance of humility, repentance, and forgiveness in our Christian journey. It challenges us to examine our attitudes towards others, particularly those who have strayed from the path, and to emulate God's boundless love and compassion.

Broader context:

Parable of the Prodigal Son (Luke 15:11-32):

This is the main passage where the parable is found.

Forgiveness and Reconciliation:

Matthew 18:21-22 - Jesus teaches about forgiveness.

Colossians 3:13 - Encouragement to forgive as the Lord forgave you.

Ephesians 4:32 - Be kind and compassionate, forgiving one another.

Luke 6:37 - Judge not, and you will not be judged; forgive, and you will be forgiven.

God's Unconditional Love:

Romans 8:38-39 - Nothing can separate us from the love of God.

1 John 4:16 - God is love, and whoever abides in love abides in God.

Romans 5:8 - God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

Ephesians 2:4-5 - But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ.

Repentance and Restoration:

Acts 3:19 - Repent therefore, and turn back, that your sins may be blotted out.

Joel 2:13 - Return to the Lord your God, for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love.

Isaiah 55:7 - Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let him return to the Lord, that he may have compassion on him, and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.

2 Corinthians 5:17 - Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.

Celebration in Heaven over Repentance:

Luke 15:7 - Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.

Luke 15:10 - Just so, I tell you, there is joy before the angels of God over one sinner who repents.

God's Provision and Restoration:

Philippians 4:19 - And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.

Psalm 23:1 - The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

Matthew 6:26 - Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?

God's Sovereignty and Compassion:

Psalm 103:8 - The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.

Lamentations 3:22-23 - The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

James 5:11 - Behold, we consider those blessed who remained steadfast. You have heard of the steadfastness of Job, and you have seen the purpose of the Lord, how the Lord is compassionate and merciful.

Questions:

How does the parable of the Prodigal Son reflect God's unconditional love and forgiveness?

In what ways do we, like the older brother, struggle with forgiveness and harbor resentment towards others?

How can we cultivate a spirit of compassion and reconciliation in our interactions with those who have gone astray?

What steps can we take to emulate the father's example of mercy and grace in our daily lives?

Let us pray: Heavenly Father, we thank you for the timeless wisdom and grace revealed in the parable of the Prodigal Son. Teach us to extend forgiveness, show compassion, and embrace reconciliation in our relationships, reflecting your boundless love for all your children. Amen.

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creators-island · 1 year

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I’ve come to realize this grimwalkers needed their own palisman! So here we go!

Alexander’s palisman was the easiest of them all since his hair have always reminded me of lions; Lions symbolize courage, protection, leadership, passionate relationships, and strong self-esteem. Lion is a powerful “golden leader” that uses integrity and compassion to help shift the world towards positive change.

Alexander is the eldest which means he has a strong sense of protection over his family, he also has a strong self confidence when he’s in charge of some project, he’s also the most passionate on his work and uses every recourse in his possession to make it absolute perfect.

His palisman also has Bat wings and that’s bc Bats have qualities of both the bird and the mouse, rendering this animal a symbol of ANDROGYNE; it also has strong associations with darkness and obscurity, as a creature of the night. In Christian terms, the bat is viewed as "the bird of the devil", an incarnation of the Prince of Darkness.

That way we can view the duality in Alexander’s character, being a charismatic leader, a golden statue and a responsible role model that also struggles to overcome his own struggles with being a control freak that will keep all of his teammates in the dark in favor of protecting them from the truth or to do what he thinks is the best.

Allegra’s palisman was originally meant to be a frog which represents Poison, Hallucination, Transcendence: The Alchemical Amphibian. One of the other forms of power that frogs and toads wield in many cultures and myths is chemical, or alchemical: frogs are viewed as the purveyors of poison or of powerful drugs, which can heal or induce hallucinations. Frogs also represent wealth, abundance, ancient wisdom, rebirth, and good luck.

THIS PALISMAN DESIGNS MIGHT CHANGE IN THE FUTURE

Allegra is the first youngest of the group (before hunter at least), that’s why i wanted to represent her intelligence and hyperactivity with an animal that is known for their energy but at the same time for their adaptation capability.

For some reason i also wanted to add a scavengers features to symbolize her interest in necromancy, she’s a very intelligent and curious person but she can’t let things go, much less people. Her necessity to know everything lets her to be TERRIFIED of death bc it’s unknown for her

This also led her to harm herself a lot in pursuit of understanding what death really feels like, it’s only luck that she didn’t accidentally ended up killing herself in one of her “experiments”, but somehow she seems to not notice or maybe she actively ignores it. She constantly hallucinates with death people talking to her, her own brain is trying to convince herself there’s life beyond death.

Isaiah’s palisman was quite a problem, I wasn’t convince with any of the animals was a good reflection of him. At first i wanted it to be a bird like a parrot or a monkey or a fenix, but none of them fit right for me. Then it hit me; Isaiah is a very lonely, depressed, melancholic and self-hated character. Someone who looks very thought and threatening but in reality he doesn’t care about anything.

That’s why his perfect companion would be a shark; in tarot Shark speaks of how you survive, and how willing you are to keep moving, even in the face of adversity. Shark is a feared predator, and if Shark is showing up in your life it does so to guide you through conflict and tough decision making. This creature reminds you of your personal power and the inner strength necessary to get rid of negativity.

I don’t know how to draw fishes but i did my best. i decided to draw it with fins that act like tiny little legs, just bc it looked cute, no other reason.

Isaiah is the second oldest, he can relate a lot to the others and acts like the guide they need when there’s a dangerous or stressful situations. When needed he’s the shield or the knife, but when not he just passes by calmly.

He has an unwillingness to be victimised or intimidated by others. He’s quite emotionless and steely yet always seemingly maintain his sense of calm and determination.

He’s constantly seem as the confidant, Alexander relies on him when things are getting too much for him and he’s constantly ask for guidance or help in personal matters. Isaiah is not really afraid of managing other people's vulnerability and emotions (“be and let be” ) but he would rather drown his own insecurities in alcohol than open up to the people he loves.

This leads him to an unhealthy coping mechanism in which he would close off and drink until he collapses. His self worth is base in how he manage to survive all the trauma in his life, contrary to Allegra he’s not scare of death but he doesn’t chases it either. He’s a very calm person, even if drunk he never chases problems unless someone he loves is in danger or distress.

#TOH #ToH AU #grimfamily au #grimwalker #grimwalkers #toh hunter #golden guard #past golden guards #Toh Golden Guard #the owl house #palisman #toh palismen #emperor's coven #coven heads #emperor belos #phillip wittebane #caleb wittebane #toh season three #toh flapjack

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flythesail · 2 months

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Honestly! This is worse than just canceling the show. Season 1 of goosebumps was not at ALL written to imply it would become an anthology if renewed. It ends on a cliffhanger!!!!! And that's on top of the fact the relationships were clearly being written to play out over multiple seasons. Lucas and Margot broke up, yet they also spent the season hinting at Isaiah and Isabella. James foreshadowed what was to come - Margot and Isaiah were not the endgame the show was building toward. And don't get me wrong, the show was so much more than the romance. What are the ramifications of the finale? Isaiah died (temporarily). How does that change him? How does that alter his dynamic with Margot? How does that impact the rest of the friend group? I don't understand why they decided to change it to an anthology when that was not the initial plan. Even in interviews, everyone was talking about how the show would continue with them - both cast and creators. So why change it? Season 1 had a relatively unknown cast so a show like this would be a great opportunity for them. Since they're not very well known, it's not like they have to pay a ridiculous amount to hold onto them either. My one suspicion is that maybe... they want to target a different audience with the second season. Maybe a younger audience or a more general audience. Unfortunately, I think the cast of characters is what made the show work. It was very modern day with the references, but because the cast embodied their roles so well - it didn't come off as tacky. Season 1 did well enough for a renewal but maybe they're thinking if they water down what made this cast special they can draw in more viewers. Which sucks for people who liked season 1. First and foremost I watch shows for the characters. Without the same cast, the show entirely loses it appeal.

#goosebumps #goosebumps series #goosebumps 2023 #flythepost #they feasibly could have kept this cast for seasons #with that many books there's no lack of inspiration

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lakesbian · 10 months

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isaiah mybest friend isaiah so so real for deciding that alec has a crooked nosebridge from where it was broken and healed over wrong and furthermore fucked up no-braces teeth permanently incorporating both of those things into my mind palace version of alec. drawer of peak brians. you guys are gonna love when he posts the undersiders headbust set hes doing wrm is a book about People and this guy is so good at drawing people

#guys who draw people like he loves them etc etc. he captures their lame teenager vibes

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borisbubbles · 1 year

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Eurovision 2023 PRESHOW - part 2: the irrelevants

Sometimes you come across countries that try their best and still somehow, fail to make it past the stage of mediocrity. These entries aren’t going to make a splash, they merely attend the contest where they’ll likely not make much of an impact. Nothing to be offended by. That doesn’t take away they’re still kind of shit though. 💔

33. SAN MARINO Piqued Jacks - “Like an animal” Semi 2, slot #12

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Another year of me not caring about San Marino. Hooray! 😐

Though let’s be honest that on this occasion I’m in the majority. 🙂 I don’t dislike PJ as much as most fans appear to do though. I think it’s because there are days (most days) I forget San Marino are in this year’s rotation?

But when I am forced to remember San Marino are in and THIS is their entry and... has there ever been an entry this far away from the concept of “a slay”? The goat noises at the ends, jeeeesus. There probably are more inane entries out there, but not in 2023. Everything about Piqued Jacks is painfully heterosexual ranging from their nicknames to the song and its lyrics.

Speaking of the lyrics, um, yeah let’s pick apart its many issues I guess? First and foremost the narrative is that of a random straight man chasing after a woman on the dancefloor (so: IN PUBLIC) because she looked at him funny and he is failing to control his impulses to grind all of his appendages against her bodice. YIKES. 😬

This image is then further enhanced by the..; um... colourful metaphors in which body parts are being assigned animalistic properties (SNAKE eyes, BITING tongue) and suddenly this flirty song about a hopeless normie desperately trying to get laid has taken a turn towards sinisterville. There are plenty of vibes you can go for here, but “accidentally preditorial” is not one of them. 😐

Still better than Salvaje though. 🙂

ODDS at Eurovision

No amount of divine or satantic intervention is going to prevent San Marino’s impending last place.

This is not a question of “Will they receive enough points to qualify?”. it’s a question of “Will they receive points from anyone?”

Qualifier tier: F Projected placement: 14th-16th (semi).

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32. NETHERLANDS Mia Nicolai & Dion Cooper - “Burning Daylight” Semi 1, slot #14

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:snore:

To be honest, when I first heard Duncan Laurence would write a song for Eurovision and it would be sung by two indie randoms who barely knew each other, I instantly assumed I’d hate the Dutch entry this year. Yeah, Arcade was good but I am SO sick of it and Duncan at this point (in a similar vein to other people having had enough Måns and KEiiNO) . Mia/Dion meanwhile were giving off Isaiah/Evie vibes. ALLL the worrying signals were there!

So it is any surprise "Burning daylight” churned out to a few stilted, horrendous messy lives that have made it abundantly clear that Mia and Dion do NOT mesh together, at all? No, of course not.

That said, the song’s like........... fine, I guess? I don’t fucking understand why Burning Daylight had to be a duet or you know, this insipid. DE DIEPTE JUST HAPPENED, AND GOT IT ALL RIGHT.

I did get a small snort out of AVROTROS outright admitting that they hadn’t known in advance about the juries getting nixed in the semi, and if they had they probably would have picked something else. Is that admission more painful than the preparty performances at Madrid and Amsterdam? I’ll let you decided. Moral of the story if the selection offers up a choice of MEROL, you always fucking take the MEROL. Morons.

Odds at Eurovision - Netherlands

“GOODBYE OLD LIIIIIIIIIIIFE” -- Netherlands saying goodbye to the Success Era.

Like, seriously. Logically, I feel like good staging and Netherlands’ excellent draw should be enough to clinch a qual on paper. In reality: We’ve all seen the footage.

To be fair though, I was there when they flobbed in Amsterdam, and it seemed not as bad as some others (then again, ESCUnited’s Sean was standing next to me drunkedly SHRIEKING the chorus down my ear canals so i may have missed most of the essence). Alessandra was VERY bad, and Vesna weren’t too great either - too bad Vesna and Alessandra actually have competitive songs where the vocals matter less~

What is going to secure this NQ though is that the Dutch have already lost their fooken MINDS about what have been two supbar lives, and are going to drag Dion and Mia down in their negative spiral. I do feel that if the home country doesn’t support you, your press doesn’t support you and worse, if foreign media and commentators pick up on that and report it back to their audiences, you’re in for a miserable experience and a headfirst collision into a bottom of the scoreboard finish. There is a small window for Netherlands to qualify because, you know.. .Malta aren’t secure. Latvia aren’t secure. Switzerland aren’t secure. SERBIA aren’t secure, Czechia aren’t secure either. And since only five countries die (note that I am not mentioning the two obviously dead NQs) there is a chance for NL to slip through if they fix their most pressing issues.

There is sadly little fixing can do if you’re song’s unvotable.

Qualifier tier: D Projected placement: 10-15th (semi), 23rd-26th (Grand Final)

31. ALBANIA Albina Kelmendi & Family - “Duje” Semi 2, slot #14

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A family! isn’t it CUTE!!!

I’d argue that thanks to the awkward shuffling in every live of “Duje” and the strangely sinister narrative of the music video (are they GENUINELY implying that Albina is having the hots for her own brother?! lol?!), Albania’s song is the fucking antithesis of “cute”. 🙂 “Duje” is so strange man. If you were to just listen to the track without any other input you may find it pleasant enough, I guess. The Kelmendii are just... not very gifted at performing live (Albina excepted), and ESC IS a live performance contest, soz. They’re like D-mol, but less funny and only slightly less embarrassing.

So of course Albania became the object of an irony-fueled lovefest by the fans, because “lololol so inept bless” but i’ve decided I find that particular discouse patronizing, and the entry itself off-putting. 🙂

Idk, an entire family singing a song about LOVE CONQUERING ALL, while awkwardly touching each other and exchanging meaninful creates a cult-like undercurrent that I’d rather steer away from as much as possible.

Odds at Eurovision - Albania

Okay so semi 2 is a really fucking crapshoot in that there are 7 obvious qualifiers, and the others (not counting SM) have a shot at claiming the last 3 spots.

Even with that information in mind, I still feel like Albania are one of the three LEAST likely countries to qualify in that semi? (after, of course, Romania and Poland). As I said before, the Kelmendi’s unironically remind me of D-Mol,and their song is a strange off-putting janky mess that even the Albanians will be reluctant to vote for.

Albina’s only trump card is that she’s brought her family along, and this is a dicey USP when most of them aren’t particularly good at doing Eurovision things.

Also, Albania are missing their biggest allies which are Switzerland (semi 1), Montenegro (not in), and NoMac (not in). So yeah, it will be a huge uphill battle. BUT AT LEAST LOVE WILL CONQUER EVERYTHING (when Gustaph destroys the concept of homophobia and wins the semi)

If Albania do qualify, bottom 4 in the finale seems very clear, here?

Qualifier tier: D Projected placement: 9th-15th (Semi), 21st-26th (Grand Final)

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30. IRELAND Wild Youth - “We are one” Semi 1, slot #06

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A blistering 9th-to-last place for everyone’s favourite act to hate! Hooray!

I don’t know, I do think Wild Youth are strangely... overhated? Like, if you’re Ireland and you want bring a typical sound to the contest your country is known for, then why not go for a U2 B-side track? It seems really valid choice to me. how you can despise any act that DENIED Johnny Rotten’s bid for ESC is beyond me, tbh.

But yeah, “We are one” is really fucking insipid. Musically I don’t have anything negative to say about it though? The composition is fine, if unexciting.

Its message though is where I lost all interest - being INCLUSIVE and DIFFERENT and UNIQUE so that WE ARE ONE. It is meant to be inspirational and instead achieved the opposite effect - annoying clichémongering is not a way to go, ever in life, anywhere. 🙂

Now, I will say that I feel a bit sorry for Wild Youth because their Eurovision experience so far has been a big pile o’ misery. Like at EIC, Connor was DENIED ENTRY to the afterparty by the security guards because he didn’t have a wristband, eventhough he showed up in the SAME outfit he had performed in earleir that night.

When the cunts yelled “NUNCA AL FINAL” at them in Barcelona, they lowered the bar even more in terms of fanbase toxicity - and even this distinction was immediately taken away from Wild Youth when the same crowd chanted “RONELA” at Piqued Jacks (the most pathetic thing i’ve seen eurofans do, aside from maybe that Andromache shell tattoo)

so um yeah. Wild Youth don’t make it higher than NL or SM specifically based on musical merit - although they, unlike Mia and Dion can at least hold a tune.

They made it this far because I feel sorry for them. 😬

Odds at Eurovision - Ireland

Yeah this is NQ. I know, you know, Wild Youth know, let’s not rub it in. Notionally there are scenarios where other countries could fuck up and crash themselves out of the Grand Final, but if I’m honest if that were to happen, it'd probably benefits the other hopeless NQ more?

Besides, Ireland have already run their reputation into the ground through their HORRIBLE non-qualification streak; inept leadership and uninspired entries. At this point everyone expects them to be last place because that’s what we’ve been led to expect from them over the years. I don’t think WY necessarily place dead last though. I could see the parents that tune in liking it enough to cast a vote for it, granting it a random 12th place. Qualification is too big a feat to pull off here though. Qualifier tier: F Projected placement: 12th-15th (Semi)

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And that concludes the entries that were kinda shit, but not shit enough to actively dislike hooray! In the next update I’ll talk about three songs that leave me fucking COLD. Up next: the BORING entries.

THE RANKING:

Part 1: The BAD entries (Switzerland / Croatia / Israel / Greece)

#Eurovision 2023 #ESC 2023 #Eurovision Song Contest #Liverpool 2023 #Albania #Kelmendi Family #Albina Kelmendi #Duje #Ireland #Wild Youth #We Are One #Netherlands #Dion Cooper #Mia Nicolai #The Netherlands #Burning Daylight #San Marino #Piqued Jacks #Like an animal

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peakyoak · 1 year

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This Dark Disposition: Chapter 42 - More Than Anything

Later That Night

Danielle still couldn’t believe how much the snug had changed. Gold plated the walls and ceilings, red curtains were hung by the windows. Her mind wandered to the situation with Campbell, Sabini, then to the baby. Is this too much, for us, she thought, before looking at Thomas, for him? His answer of course would be no. But what was hers? Now that they were engaged? Now that she was pregnant?

Danielle felt his arm that was around her squeeze her shoulder, snapping her out of thought. She looked up at his face and saw that he was smiling, his blue eyes made so much more vibrant by his smile.

“Here he is Tom,” Arthur cracked as the door to the snug opened. The boys stood from the table while Danielle leaned her back against the bench.

Micheal and Polly walked in and for a second Danielle and Polly made eye contact before the boys, and Danielle, started cheering and congratulating the boy, “Happy Birthday, Micheal,” Tommy said as he shook the boy's hand.

“18 years old today. I’d say you’re a man now,” Arthur said as he brought his cigarette up to his lips, “Get him a drink, John boy.”

John grabbed a glass and scooped it full of ale, “There you go lad.”

“And after that,” Arthur said as he took a swig of his own drink, “We’ll go find you a lady of the night.”

Polly’s attention moved from Micheal towards the men, “Arthur!” she clamoured.

“Micheal,” Tommy took a puff from his cigarette before turning to look at Danielle.

She stood and grabbed a neatly wrapped box off the table, “We got you this, Micheal,” Danielle looked at the boy and Polly as she held the package out to him, “So that you’re never late for work.”

Micheal looked at the pocket watch. It was elegant, and much like the pub, had gold coating its surfaces. He then looked up at Danielle, before shifting his gaze to Tommy who nodded in agreement with what Danielle had said.

“Welcome to the business, Micheal” John said from across the snug.

“Thank you,” Micheal said before hugging his mum.

The group toasted to Micheal, and soon the boy left the snug to join James and Isaiah. Tommy settled back down on the bench, this time putting his arm around Danielle and immediately holding her close. She smiled and relaxed into the warmth of his body.

Sometime later, Danielle got up to go to the washroom. This was just one of the many new occurrences that had become part of her routine over the last couple months. As she walked away Danielle could feel his eyes watching her go.

“So,” Arthur said as he slammed his drink down on the table, “If this, May Carleton is off the table for you, Tom, does that mean she’s on the table for everyone else?”

“No Arthur, she is not on the table for anyone,” Tommy leaned back in his chair and struck a match to light his new cigarette, “She is a business partner.”

“Oh is that it then?” John laughed, “A business partner.”

“Yes John, she is. And the last time I checked, we didn’t mix love with business, did we, John?”

“Me and Arthur don’t, sure. But you, Tom, your bloody fiancé is running half our business,” the boys laughed as they joked.

Danielle rounded the corner and stood in the entrance of the Garrison snug. Upon hearing John’s comment she leaned against the door frame hoping her presence would go unnoticed. She wanted to see where this conversation was going.

Only then, Polly stepped in, “Tom wouldn’t dream of betraying Danny.”

“The girl’s got his balls,” John joked before Danielle cleared her throat drawing attention towards her.

Even before she did so, Tommy’s eyes were locked on her, “Tom knows,” Danielle held out her hand and looked at the ring on her finger as she spoke, “That I can remove this here ring, just as easily as Tommy can make a mistake with this woman, or any woman.” She looked at John and turned her hand over so the ring faced the room, “And, should Tommy decide to make that decision, I can promise you that I would not hesitate to make my decision like your brother would.”

That Night

A couple of hours later, when they were home. Danielle was getting ready for bed. As she changed she couldn’t help but look at her body in the mirror. She had the smallest curvature to her stomach now. Hardly noticeable to anyone else, but noticeable to her.

She heard the bedroom door open and nearly jumped as she went to grab her night slip, “Don’t.” Tommy said as he entered the room, holding a bottle of rum and a glass. He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket anymore. He must’ve taken it off downstairs.

Danielle turned to look at him, her night slip bunched up in her hands. She watched him set the bottle and glass down on her dressing vanity.

He stood in front of her and took the night slip out of her hands and tossed it to the side. He then turned her body around to face the mirror and put his hands over her stomach. Danielle watched his hands move over her body.

“I love you, eh.” her eyes snapped up to meet his in the mirror, “More than anything. More than our business. More than life.”

Danielle turned in his arms to face him and kissed him in response, “You know Mr. Shelby, you’ve already knocked me up, no need to flirt with me now.”

He drew away and smiled at her as he took off his shirt, “Oh, I will always flirt with you.” He kissed her harder and pulled her closer to his body as he slowly walked her towards the bed, “And aye, now that you are pregnant I might not be able to knock you up anymore.” Danielle laughed as he lowered her onto the bed, “But it won’t be from a lack of trying.”

The Next Morning

When Danielle woke up Tommy was awake beside her, his hand brushing softly over her bare stomach. She wondered what was going on in his head, what he was thinking about as he laid beside her. Both of their bodies were still bare from the night before.

“Good morning,” he said as he kissed her cheek and got up from the bed. He put on his underwear before he walked over to her vanity and picked up the bottle of rum, “We have a meeting this morning. About the partnership with Alfie.”

“Why is it, that rum. The one thing I cannot have, is the only thing that doesn’t make me nauseous?” Danielle complained as she pulled the covers over her body.

He leaned over the bed and kissed her again, “Get dressed. I’ll make you some of that tea Polly brought over. You can drink it while you get ready.”

When Danielle came down the stairs, Tommy grabbed her coat from its hook and held it up for her to put on. Before they stepped out onto the street, Tommy grabbed another bottle of distilled rum. He closed the door and as they walked down the street he didn’t turn his gaze to her, but instead merely spoke, “You are the one who solidified our arrangement with Solomons. You should lead the meeting.”

Danielle didn’t respond but she agreed. She took a step closer to Tommy. Seeing her do so he put his hand on her lower back as they continued to walk down the block to Polly’s.

Sorry that this part took a while. Thank you to everyone who has sent messages over the last couple weeks. I have been incredibly busy!

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t r o u b l e / chapter twenty

Masterlist

Sylvie

"Gonna need that," said Isaiah nodding towards the body lying limp in the dirt. The blood was still seeping, a pool of red sinking into the ground, the earth soaking up what had once belonged to the earth.

I looked up at him in confusion not entirely sure what we could possibly want with a dead man now. He looked pretty useless to me, a saggy sack of bones and guts and nothing much else. But Isaiah wasn't talking about the body and when he saw the look on my face, confusion curdled with disgust he rolled his eyes and sat the man up himself.

"The jacket love," he said as if I was stupid, the teasing smirk on his lips when he looked up at me drawing a small smile from me too.

"What for?" I screwed my face up, the thought occurring to me fleetingly that perhaps the lad who'd just shot and killed a man was suddenly worried about health and safety. "You're seriously gonna wear that?" I said looking at the blood which was soaked into the lining.

"No," he shrugged, "kinda bodyguard would I be if I saved all the PPE for meself and left you with nothin?"

"Forget it Saiah I'm not touching that!" I said backing away with a look of horror in my eyes which seemed to reassure him somehow.

"You are if you're ridin with me," he said with such a plain face that I knew he was being serious. When I looked at him with darkened eyes, a scowl like he'd never been before he smirked, almost laughing but holding himself back, warned off perhaps by the furrow of my brow. "What?" He asked, "bad enough that I'm taking you to fuckin Solomons, I'm not riskin your pretty little face in a road traffic accident as well..." He said with a teasing grin as stuck his bottom lip out, pinched my cheek and pushed his luck.

I smirked, brief and unflinching, one corner of my mouth twitching slightly. Unimpressed, only slightly amused. But it didn't deter Isaiah and his stupid grin persisted.

"Then drive carefully," I said through gritted teeth.

With my arms crossed I stood defiantly, refusing to move.

"Put the fuckin jacket on love."

"No."

"What happened to 'Ive seen a dead body before Isaiah'?" He sniggered grinning wider when my glare only darkened.

"This sweaters cashmere," I said drawing a snort of laughter from him that didn't trail off until he realised I wasn't joking.

"What?" He grinned, his stupid adolosecent smile fading slowly as he realised my seriousness, "fuckin 'ell sweetheart," he said shaking his head, his rolling eyes not missed by me. "I'll buy you a new one..."

"You couldn't afford it." I narrowed my eyes at him, determined that I wouldn't be wearing the disgusting jacket.

"You think?"

He dropped the argument, climbing up onto the bike and revving the engine. When he nodded once more to the body on the floor I knew he was dropping the argument because he'd decided that he'd won.

"Hurry up Sylvie, you want to get out the county before your brother realises your gone don't you..."

"Fuck you," I growled kicking at the body with my shoe before kneeling in the dirt next to it.

"You wanna start mixing with gangsters you're gonna have to get your hands dirty," he shrugged with a cheeky smile when I glared at him with disgust.

"Fuck you," I said again as I struggled with the weight of the dead man, tugging the sleeves down over his arms, fighting with him for the jacket I didn't want to wear. When I'd finally pulled it from him and shrugged it over my own shoulders I had his blood beneath my fingernails and sweat on my forehead, my fringe sticking to my skin.

"Shame the helmets fucked," smirked Isaiah, "this is a cute little look you've got going on love..."

"Just fucking go," I ground my teeth climbing on to the back of the bike, begrudged to hold onto him, my arms wrapped around his waist as he revved the engine once more.

"You done this before?" He asked turning over his shoulder to look down at me, "just hold on tight yeah?"

"Are you stalling or somethin Sai?" I said flatly, an urgency building up in me, this creeping feeling beginning to spider step its way up my spine. We needed to be moving quickly and right now we weren't moving at all.

"Alright alright tootsweet," he sneered, a nickname I hadn't been called since I was a really little girl leaving me blushing furiously. Leaving me floundering for a second, as though even the Shelby curse couldn't completely swallow down and dampen the childish crush I'd once had. Even that dark doomed feeling which had turned me cold and hollowed out, couldn't quite steal away the self consciousness Isaiah had always stirred in me.

And suddenly I was aware of my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Suddenly I was aware of my chest pressed against his back, my cheek squished against his shoulder as I rested my head. Suddenly there was another reason I was glad he'd gone speeding off down the gravel track and back onto the country roads, concentrating on looking ahead,focussing on the evenings shadows and where we were going. As we sped down the thin lanes he closed off from me completely, concentrating on breaking the speed limit 'safely' and because he'd called me that stupid name, because he'd sparked that self conscious heat in my tummy, I was glad to be ignored. Glad to go unnoticed as I held onto him tightly and pressed my body against his.

The strangers jacket stank of sweat and blood, this thick clawing kind of iron and spice taste mixed with the petrol fumes of the A road we were now on. It wasn't a quiet evening and Isaiah was doing his best to weave between the traffic but I could feel the tension in his shoulders and back and I knew we needed to stop and change plans.

We were too conspicuous. One leather jacket between us, no helmets. Speeding and cutting between cars because Isaiah was feeling the windchill and my impatience. So I wasn't shocked when he took a sharp turn off the main road, but I was surprised when we began to slow down.

"What are we doing?" I stretched, pressing myself closer to him and straining my neck so that I could talk directly into his ear.

"Lookin for an upgrade."

And when we slowed to a halt at the end of a long driveway not dissimilar to the drive which wound towards Arrow House I understood. When we stopped I slipped from the bike to the ground with ease and, a great sense of relief. It wasn't that the ride hadn't been exhilarating, it was that it had been cold and the strength required to hold on tight for as long as I'd had to had left a sharp tight pain which ran from my armpits down to my elbows. My neck ached too and as I bowed my head and looked slowly left to right trying to ease the tension in my muscles Isaiah shifted the bike out of the road and abandoned it in the dug out drainage ditch half overgrown by the hedgerow.

It would be concealed there for long enough that no passers by would notice it as anything worrisome.

"Reckon if they can afford to live in a place like this they might not even notice if they lose one eh?" Said Isaiah as we approached the Victorian style villa, the garage which stood a little way before the house.

It was dark but not dark enough yet that Isaiah couldn't see well enough to examine the garage door.

"Jesus," he smirked shaking his head, tsking at the rich strangers and their irresponsible approach to security, "you'd think someone this rich would invest in a better fuckin lock," he said examining the set of locks on the door only to realise with a gasp of delight, surprised amusement, that the door wasn't even locked. "Nah," he chuckled, "this is just sad..."

"What?" I asked frowning, glancing over my shoulder at the house and it's shadowy windows.

"They won't even be able to claim their insurance.." he grinned, "fuckin stupid mint bastards..."

"Some people are too rich for their own good,"

"Aye little miss Cashmere," he shot me a cheeky smile as he opened the garage door just enough for us to slip beneath it and inside. When he shone his phone torch across the unit he let out an impressed whistle. We really were spoilt for choice.

I stood back, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over my chest surveying the shadows in the room as Isaiah admired the treasure trove.

I watched him move slowly around each car, shining his phone through the windows, spreading his fingers and stroking them tenderly over the bonnet of a range rover.

"Well," he said, "what dya think tootsweet?"

"I think that if you call me that again I'll shoot you," I glowered back at him with dark eyes. His smirk lingering and getting under my skin.

"Not in here eh love, you'll ruin the paintwork," he said his eyes locking with mine through the shadows, the way his smirk lingered.

I couldn't look away from him. My mind circling around two facts which couldn't be untangled from one another. The first that not ten minutes before I'd been pressed up against him, holding onto him tightly, arms around his waist. That being so close to him had stirred that little girl shyness I couldn't ignore. That I'd be sitting beside him in one of these cars sooner than I could handle. The second fact was this. Isaiah was collateral and this shyness was an unwanted disturbance in my otherwise unshakeable temperament. I was trying to tunnel vision and this feeling he kept stirring inside me was a fucking train. A light at the end of the tunnel I didn't need or want to see. Something hurtling towards me that I couldn't control. And I needed to have complete control.

"Well..." He said again when the two of us remained lingering in silence, "which will it be love?"

I gave a disinterested shrug.

"I don't know, they all look like Chelsea Tractors to me."

He just laughed, his eyes lit up with amusement, a disbelieving delight.

"What was that you were sayin bout people being too rich for their own good?" He asked so that I was left glaring at him, grateful for the dark and hoping it meant he couldn't see the furious shade of red I was burning with.

Without another word to me he turned back to the range rover, the light of his phone glinting off the shiny black paint. It gleamed like the dark eyes of some kind of animal and as Isaiah let his fingers curl into the handle of the driver side door he couldn't keep the lust from his eyes.

It almost looked like he'd been planning this for a long time.

When he took a set of keys from his pocket and pointed them at the car, he couldn't contain his pride when the lights flashed on and off, warm orange and white blinking at me through the dark. He looked so impressed with himself that I didn't want to show him my own shock but I couldn't keep it from my eyes. My jaw dropped, lips parted caught somewhere between shock and a crooked, awed smile.

"What the fuck.." I said voice almost catching in my throat. With one hand hovering by my chin I bit down on the tip of my little finger stunned and starring at him in need of an explanation but he just grinned again, sniggering to himself.

"Fuck," he beamed, "I'll be honest with you sweetheart I didn't think that was gonna work.."

"How the fuck Isaiah..." I started but he just lowered his voice and nodded to the car.

"Get in tootsweet, I'll tell you later," he winked before ducking back under the garage door so that he could push it up and open from the outside.

So I did as he said, climbing up into the passenger side, shrugging the dead man's jacket off and tossing it onto the back seats. I dropped my bag down in the footwell and kicked my trainers off hugging my knees up to my chest so that by the time he'd returned,opened the door and slipped in beside me, I was perfectly comfortable and already beginning to settle in.

"Michael fuckin Gray," he breathed out a grateful sigh, stroking the steering wheel with his hand as he turned the engine on and we pulled slowly, quietly out of the garage and down the drive. The drive on it was smooth and as we crept slowly, lights all out down the long driveway I was certain we were barely disturbing the silent night.

"What's Michael got to do with it?" I asked, a yawn escaping me as I rolled my shoulders again.

"This was his idea," he said, "your cousin's a smug prick but he's also a fucking genius so... Swings and roundabouts ain't it," he grinned still offering no explanation as to how he'd miraculously had the keys to the range rover all along.

"How could this have been Michaels idea Saiah, you didn't know we were leaving until this morning and he's in the fuckin hospital dosed up to his eyeballs with morphine..."

"Nah," he said with a shrug and cheeky grin, "leaving was your idea sweetheart, stealing cars was his..."

"Forgive me but I don't think car thefts particularly new or revolutionary..." I said flatly my dry tone only making him laugh again.

"Well no but... Trust me on this one eh, me, him and Finn have been workin on this for months right, cause it takes time and we weren't even sure it would work... Cause y'see hot-wiring cars is pretty much a dead end trade now like, car manufacturers wised up didn't they, added all these security features and now it's all done with the keys yeah, ye can't just spark the wires and go anymore, you've gotta have the right keys..."

"So you stole their keys? You'd been there before?"

"Well aye tootsweet, course I've been there before, didn't just pick a random fuckin country lane hopin for the best... How thick dya think I am?"

I kept my lips pursed shut, arms folded over my chest, eyes on the dark road.

"Been there loads of times... Didn't steal any car keys though, that's the beauty of it, we've been cloning them..."

"Sounds a bit high tech for you..."

"You wanna watch yourself love," he said with an arrogant smirk, "done a lot fo you this evenin I have."

And it was true he had but I wasn't naive. I knew that had it not been for the threat hanging over him, the promise I'd made him, to shoot myself or throw myself from a window, he would have taken my brothers side. His loyalties would never really lie with me.

"So you cloned the keys.."

"Yep, well... Michael did, he's the brains, I'm the muscle..."

"Yeah?" I asked voice flat,eyebrow raised synically, and yet something about my expression gave me away, the quirk of my lips tugged into a smirk betraying me. Letting him know that really I was impressed.

"And what's Finn?" I asked already knowing the answer because Finn would be to Isaiah what Finn had always been for all of us.

"The angel faced Shelby that'll stop Tommy killing us if we get caught..." He flashed me a grin as if to let me know he was joking. As if he worried I was going to take offence but I just smiled. Finn had always had that "youngest boy" charm, the baby face which meant that no matter what he did, Ada and Polly, even Esme and Lizzie had always forgiven him, melting at the sight of his freckled features and his big puppy eyes.

So we'd always made sure that if we were up to no good Finn was in on it with us. Somehow then we never got into the same kind of trouble we might have had he not been there with us to pull that "forgive me" face. It was certainly a face I'd never managed and though Sunny had always been sweet enough to smile and blink back apologetic tears that could often win our brothers over,only Finn could guarantee forgiveness from the women.

When we reached the A road again Isaiah turned the radio on, screwing his nose up at the CD which started playing.

"Is this Taylor fuckin Swift..." He groaned turning to see me giggling into my sleeve unable to control the laughter which had overpowered me.

"That's incredible," I giggled.

"Aye god's comedic fuckin timing eh..." He smirked shaking his head as I opened the glove compartment and picked out the Reputation CD case.

"Fucking beautiful," I giggled trying to imagine the kind of new money horse girl mom whose car we might have stolen. I'd seen plenty of their daughters at ballet classes growing up, met plenty of the dance mom types who stood around in the car park smoking their cigarettes and bitching about one another's martial status and career prospects.

"Lord in heaven above please tell me there's somet else in there Sylvia..." Groaned Isaiah hitting his head back against the head rest, "I'll kill myself if I have to listen to Taylor fuckin Swift all the way to London... bad enough I'm going down fuckin south an now this..."

"Careful Saiah some would say you sound like a misogynist..."

"Aye well if this is feminism then maybe I am!"

"Don't be dramatic," I grinned looking at him through lit up eyes, my smile lingering for too long so that when he glanced away from the road and towards me he smirked self satisfied.

"You like that one eh tootsweet?" He asked nodding with self approval so that I rolled my eyes, wiped the smile straight from my lips and turned my focus on the car in front.

"Just for that we're leaving her on."

"What?!" He cried indignantly, "there's no way the little lass who used to sit in the cupboard listenin to fuckin durgy my bloody romance on her Walkman likes Taylor fuckin Swift..."

I bit down a smirk, blushing because I was surprised he remembered my 'little hiding place in the airing cupboard, where I used to hide away when Arthur came home pissed or Tommy got into a fight with our dad on one of the rare occasions he dragged himself home.

"Maybe I've changed..."

"Have ye fuck." He grinned shaking his head, glancing over at me once again, his eyes lingering too long so that I felt the heat of them on my cheek. So that when I stole a glance to check whether I was imagining it or not he met my gaze and a shiver shot through me. I was blushing to begin with but it burnt deeper then.

"Maybe I have," I said trying my best to challenge him. He held my gaze a moment more. We'd stopped at a set of red lights and the car was lit a little brighter than it had been before on those country roads. I knew he could see me now. Knew he could see straight through my act.

"Nah," he said, "like I said, have ye fuck."

#peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders headcanon

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