if anyoneβs interested, iβm debating putting grace on my multi-muse over at @peaceprose !
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if anyoneβs interested, iβm debating putting grace on my multi-muse over at @peaceprose !
itβsΒ missing grace hoursΒ is anyone still active in this fandom
i
miss
grace
so
much
i am? emotional
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acercontegoβ:
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β CALLOUSED FINGERS STROKE HER SMOOTH, warm skin as he lays there next to her, simply breathing her in. how often could he enjoy these precious moments of the two of them? if there was anything that thomas shelby had learned in life, was that one couldnβt simply take anything for granted. given the nature of his career, and that of his career trajectory, no matter how many steps he was ahead, no matter how much he tried to be prepared, he didnβt have grandeur notions that heβd live to a ripe old age. but heβd certainly like to. grow old with mrs. grace shelby. watch his little boy grow into a man. the thought makes that small smile grow, his features relaxed.Β βif there was any indication that a man would be able to LIVE FOREVER, there is only one reason why I would go searching for such an absurdity, grace.β thumb softly traces over her lips, his hand sliding back to thread his fingers through her hair. his hand trails downwards to rest upon her lower back, trying to memorize every inch of her ( as if he hadnβt already committed her to a constant memory )Β βwhatβs the point of trying to rule the world if I donβt get to have you by my side, eh, grace?β
sheβs not entirely sure what has caused this. what has made him decide that thereβs nowhere he wants to be more in the world than right here in bed with her β but she cannot complain. does not complain. because all she wants is for him to be with her, too. hums as he speaks, as she feels his hands move and stroke across her skin. one pressing into her hair, the other her lower back. grace doesnβt think she could get closer if she tried β but a part of her still wants to. wants to be closer an closer to the soft smile on his features. a rare sight β a rarer sight for those outside this room, she knows. sheβs lucky, isnβt she? to see a king in private. the thought is ignored as fingers stroke across his jaw; no real rhyme or rhythm to her movements, no real reason or path to any of them. she just wants to touch him. she just doesnβt want it to end for as long as she can make that happen. perhaps, sheβs obviousβ¦ but grace would be a liar to say that she cared. βwhat would you do without me, ey?β she teases. doesnβt mean it for a second. βthereβs nowhere iβd rather be, i promise you.β
as much as i love peaky blinders,Β i have never been more glad to have not dropped Β£70 on theΒ peaky blinders festivalΒ tickets than i am right now
i kinda feel like they lowkey really done linda dirty this season like she was Truly warming on me and i was starting to really like her and arthur and then they just done a 180 again and now sheβs dead and iβm like?????? what happened pals
guess who has the day off work tomorrow and wants to actually write
when will peaky blinders leave the blondes alone
it was you.
me thinking about the fact grace definitely would have fucked tommy in that church if heβd tried to
'please donβt cry.'
tears roll over her cheeks, uncontrollable. Β grace canβt help but sniff loudly as she hears the otherβs words; Β caught somewhere between a plea and an order. Β he wouldnβt do the latter, Β though, she knows. Β would try, Β maybe. Β but they both know that the only man that she listens to is thomas, Β and even then, Β itβs only when she wants to listen to him. Β when she agrees that what he wants of her is the right thing for them all. Β itβs a thought ignored, Β though, as she raises her hands. Β doesnβt look at him as she wipes at her face, her cheeks, Β under her eyes. Β sniffs, loud and clear, Β any attempt of hiding her current state ruined by her own doing. Β she should be more upset, Β she thinks, not less. Β she should be weeping and screaming and yelling at each and every fucking Shelby that she sets her sights on, Β because they continue to do this. Β donβt they? Β they continue to take and take and take until there is nothing left. Β until they cannot pull anything else out of the person that they claim to desire, Β to love, Β to respect. Β sheβs so tired. Β she can feel the ache of it in her bones, Β holds it in her heart as the hours tick past and the days become longer and longer. Β it wasnβt meant to be like this. Β Β βiβm sorry,β Β Β she murmurs, Β quiet and exhausted. Β how long has she been awake? Β how long has she been in this room; Β repeating again and again what it is that campbell made her do? Β Β what he wanted of her. Β what she had refused to do in the end, Β a foolish girl with love captivating her with a smirk and a cigarette between his fingers. Β she doesnβt expect arthur to understand. Β she doesnβt expect any of them to understand - Β but itβd be better than this. Β treated like a fucking prisoner because sheβd stayed, Β rather than fleeing to new york or paris or wherever she fucking wanted to go. Β she exhales, Β breathes. Β looks at him at last. Β the frown on his face, Β the crease between his eyebrows. Β he doesnβt believe her, Β does he? Β Β βiβm sorry, arthur.β
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'everything has gotten so ugly. it wasnβt supposed to be this way.'
thereβs a tremble in her fingertips and there are scars from bullets in her shoulder.Β Β she doesnβt know,Β honestly,Β what this has become.Β Β she doesnβt know when it will end.Β Β if it will ever end.Β Β she knew,Β thought she did,Β what she was getting into.Β Β what being a part of the peaky blinders and being a part of the shelby family would entail.Β Β that being thomas shelbyβs wife would never be easy.Β Β not really.Β Β she couldnβt have predicted half of this;Β Β the isolation,Β being pushed to the sidelines with tommy fearing for her life.Β Β the sound of her husband sobbing over her body after someone pointed a gun at her and fired.Β Β she should have been dead.Β Β maybe,Β itβd be better if she was dead.Β Β how much would be different?Β Β grace doesnβt know.Β Β doesnβt want to know either.Β Β her other hand,Β the one that doesnβt shake and tremble and give away every single one of her fucking emotions,Β taps at her cigarette after taking a drag.Β Β holding smoke and fumes and everything else in until she canβt any longer.Β Β exhaling.Β she laughs,Β because she canβt help herself.Β Β grace doesnβt know if thomas is losing control or if he wanted this to happen.Β Β he expected this to happen.Β Β she sighs.Β takes another drag.Β Β slow,Β steady.Β Β thereβs an edge in the air;Β Β emotions radiating from arthur that she canβt place.Β Β doesnβt want to.Β Β itβs all so fucking ugly.Β Β Β βi donβt know,Β arthur,βΒ Β Β she murmurs at last.Β Β itβs the truth,Β though.Β Β she canβt pretend to know.Β Β Β βi fear heβs losing control, but he canβt admit it.βΒ Β Β a king would not lose his throne. it was a kill or be killed situation for thomas shelby, and grace was fearing for the day that he didnβt triumph.
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photos of grace,Β ft.Β Β thomas shelby.