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Harry Potter character letter! How cute🧡
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You don’t parlay when you’re on the back foot. We’ll strike a blow back first.
PEAKY BLINDERS 1.02
Peaky Blinders - s4 bts
a woman… I love. and I got close.
Angels walk among us. With crooked halos and shattered wings, they walk among us and try to remember what it felt like to be holy. Stretching out their arms and reminding themselves of what it felt like to soar.
Gods walk among us. Trapped inside too small bodies with nothing but the memories of when they were everything, and dream of the worlds and empires they helped forged. Their hands had once built galaxies, but now seemed so small
Aliens walk among us. From far away worlds and twinkling stars, they carry on and wonder how they had gotten so far from home. One day they know they’ll traverse this galaxy once again, but until then they must make do with Earth.
Fae walk among us. Who try to remember their people, their customs, their dances, in a world that is convinced that they are children’s tales, and no more. Desperately trying to become themselves again, wondering if it was all simply a prank gone wrong, or something worse
Ghosts walk among us. Clothed in flowing white and shadowy blues, wandering through areas that used to be solely theirs. They can no longer phase or float, but they make do. They have to.
Rebels walk among us. Causes long ago forgotten, but with fires still raging in their hearts. Challenging anything and everything. Unrest and revolutions follow them wherever they tread. Chaos and freedom, mixed together.
Fighters walk among us. Hands itching for weapons they no longer have, tense with instincts they no longer need. Wondering why their body is so unmarred and unbroken. They had always done their best, but now they no longer knew if that was good enough. If it ever was good enough.
Survivors walk among us. Soldiers with nothing left to fear, who have instincts as their guide and luck on their side. Walking forward unafraid, because they’ve done this all before.
Galaxies walk among us. Made of star stuff and moonshine, infinitely growing forces trapped in too small bodies. Remembering what it felt like to span light years and wondering who had managed to trap supernovas into flesh and blood.
Children walk among us. Lost and afraid, they march forward, with the weights of a thousand impossibilities on their shoulders. These children are forgotten, and they would prefer to stay that way.
Elements walk among us. Raging winds, blazing flames, crushing earth, and surging waters rush together. Combining to make impossible possibilities, incredible worlds, exploding worlds. Elements that made up entire worlds now spinned into bones.
Winter Sprites walk among us. Ice on their fingers, frost in their hair. Snow falls over their trail, painting the frozen landscape a chilling white. A shiver trails up your spine when they pass, followed by a freezing breeze- winter spirits in their element can freeze the world over, if one could be bothered to do so.
Seers walk among us. They watch, wide eyed and humbled, at the creatures who walk around them. Wings and horns and twisted bits, wandering through crowded streets. Their oddities, invisible to most, show bright and clear to the perceptive eyes of those who watch.
Dire Wolves walk among us. Even without their pack, they are fierce. Every step a calculation, every move planned.The hunt is on, and it looks like you are the prey. Get ready to run.
my girl (john shelby x reader)
Request : Can I get a John Shelby imagine where the reader works at the Garrison and he sees someone flirting with her, sorta like your protective/ jealous Colin and Stefan imagines!!
Warnings : noo
Words : 930
A/N : im sorry for me its really late like 3am, this may or may not suck, but thanks for all the john shelby requests i’m sobbing i love him pls enjoy
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Working at the Garrison was your day -sometimes night job, but being John Shelby’s girl was a whole other job on it’s own. Though you were a tough girl, you could certainly hold your own, John was still always very protective of you. It never really bothered you because being level headed yourself, you had managed to stop anything before it escalated too far. Tonight was quite a different matter however.
Based on the crowd that had squeezed drunkenly into the Garrison, you were already cautious. You didn’t recognize a few of the men, and that was very odd considering you’d worked there for around two years at this point, and you knew all of the regulars. You were suddenly distracted from your thoughts when the doors burst open, and in walked the Shelby’s themselves. Everyone went silent for a few beats before slowly returning to their previous activities.
You saw Johns eyes move intently across the bar until he found what he was looking for, meeting your gaze and giving you a cheesy grin. You raise an eyebrow and smile back, tilting your head slightly as you watch the group leave to the back room. You figured John would come to see you when he was done with business.
“Oi, get me another whiskey” one of the men says, not looking at you as he flops down on the bar in front of you. Looking down at him in distaste, you hesitantly turn to grab the bottle when he speaks up again.
“I haven’t seen you round before. How’d I miss a pretty little thing like you?” he says while eyeing you up and down. Now you don’t like this one bit, and you know John wouldn’t like it either. You decide to serve him quickly as possible, hoping if you pretended to ignore him he would leave you alone. Sliding him his drink, he stands up abruptly.
“Aw, don’t ignore me love.” He says leaning closer to you. Your eyes widen and you step back quickly, but not before he grabs your wrist. A few people had seen what was happening now, and they looked very alarmed. Nobody ever messed with Johns girl, this guy seemed to be in for it.
“That’s a Shelby girl mate, I wouldn’t-”
Harry speaks up from across the bar, but his words fall on deaf ears as the man twists your wrist and pulls you closer. You feel his hand graze over your body, and you struggle to get out of his grip as best you can.
“I don’t care who’s girl she is, it doesn-” the disgusting smug look on his face is replaced by alarm in a split second as he’s violently yanked away from you and shoved to the ground. You look nearly paralyzed, hand curled in a fist. You were nearly about to beat the man yourself.
“Who the fuck are you?” John had a look of pure rage carved into his face, and anger shone in his eyes. “You think you can touch her? Don’t even look at her you bastard.” he says in a dangerously low voice. You watched as he beat the mans face in, kicking him in the ribs all the while until your muscles relaxed and you came to your senses.
“John, stop it!” you yell, rushing towards him. You feel the breeze of his arm swinging in the air, before you grab it. When you grab him he automatically relaxes as he feels your smaller hands on his bicep. With one last kick, he looks at you, your begging eyes telling him to stop before he goes to far.
“It’s okay John. I’m okay.” You look up at him watching him soften at the sight of you. He looks back down at the man in anger and spits next to his face before storming out of the Garrison.
It’s completely silent, and after a moment of hesitation the Garrison is quickly returned to its previous state. You dash out after him. He’s walking a bit ahead of you, digging through his pocket for something, most likely a cigarette.
“John!” you call after him. He stops and fidgets a bit, still not turning around.
“Please talk to me.” you say in a pleading voice. This breaks him, and he immediately turns around and rushes toward you, engulfing you in his arms. As you wrap your arms around him, he kisses you hard. You sigh at the intensity of the kiss and he clutches your waist tighter pulling you into him. When you pull apart you’re both catching your breath.
“I’m- i’m sorry I-” before you can get anything else out he cuts you off.
“Don’t you dare apologize Y/N. It’s not your fault that fucker decided to to mess with you.” he says sternly, cheeks still flushed. You kiss his lips quickly again, and smile faintly at the crease on his brow.
“I would never let anything happen to you Y/N. I’m serious, if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way from now on i’ll bloody kill them.” he says firmly.
“As much as I appreciate that, please don’t kill anyone for me.” you say and he smirks down at you.
“Can’t make any promises darlin’.” he says, and you shake your head with a smile.
You run your fingers along the nape of his neck and he closes his eyes.
“I love you Y/N L/N”
You look up at him, certain you both look a bit crazy, flushed cheeks standing in the middle of the street.
“And I love you.”
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requests are open!
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Peaky Blinders is so visually pleasing
I just love everything about it
shy boy vs seductive boy
There are three types of people.
+ bonus:
John Shelby and the fucking cavalry
Peaky Blinders: The show where we fuck with your emotions and make your heart pound two minutes into the first episode of a new season.
My favourite real life brothers
Peaky boys