#proofwhisky

[leighiche]

@proofwhisky

The stairs creak beneath the weight of every footstep. Sea glass blue eyes don't look up from her hands. Fingernails too busy digging into the crevices of another to dig out blood that has dried there despite best washing practices and gloves. It's probably her own blood at this point.

Claire sighs at the top of the steps. Her body hits against the wall with a quiet thud and an even louder sigh. Nothings changed. She enjoys being busy. It gives her something to do. She's not sure what she'd do with free time if she did happen to have it. All she knows is it'd be talent put to waste if she did have it.

She fumbles into the pockets of her uniform for her keys. Fingers gently touch against the door to her little apartment to find it give, creaking open with the pressure.

"Mrs. Williams?" she calls down.

She hadn't left it unlocked, Claire is certain of that. She proceeds with caution. Fingers pushing the door just a little more open. Head looking in the open space between the wall and the door for some kind of answer to why things are out of place.

[cagedchoices]

proofwhiskey!

SEND ME A URL AND I'LL WRITE SOME POSITIVITY FOR IT

@proofwhisky

If it looks like I'm answering this now several days after the fact in a desperate attempt to get back on Gami's good side after previously incurring his wrath…it's because I am, that is 100% what is happening and now everyone knows my secret plans. 🤭 lfjasdkfh all jokes aside:

I first met Gami back in their Jesse Pinkman days, which quickly led to a good old unprompted interaction between his post-series Jesse and Caleb that was both hilarious and heartbreaking. It started off with Jesse being like “dude. you look just like me.” 

Both of them were like “hey what the fuck-” looking like that Spiderman pointing at Spiderman meme, but then they were also trying to figure out what each other's Deal™ was and realized they're both severely traumatized and broken in ways that were so fundamentally different and yet shared so many similarities at the same time. Jesse flirted with Caleb at one point and the plan was Caleb was Supposed to flirt back but he wasn’t really ready to accept whatever he thought that meant, I guess. Now they just perpetually exist in my head as trauma-bonded besties who give each other shit for being the same but not.

When Gami made a return to rp with Tommy Shelby from Peaky Blinders as a muse I was, as I always am, thrilled to see them back! Their writing has always been good don't listen to their objections abt it - but it has continued to improve and age like a fine wine with time and even more practice. I've rewatched Peaky Blinders at least 5 times now and it's so clear that Gami Gets Tommy's motives and personality down so well.

Additionally, he is insanely creative and talented as a mixed media artist and he runs a kickass discord server which i can't recommend enough if you like horror and you've got time to kill. Basically, Gami's one of my ride or die pals and I'm always looking forward to our next adventure. 💙

[clochanamarc]

" don't be upset with him. " ajay's voice drapes itself in a soft, placating tone, the kind of fatherly lilt that stings a little more than she'd expected it to. glancing up from the book, she catches sight of tommy sitting at an old table, thick and sturdy, still gripping decade-old smoke in the grain. " he was bound to find out sooner or later. and you're not fooling anyone with the book-- "

" i'm trying to get this finished so we never need to look at this place again. "

" that's admirable, but you're reading the oxford dictionary. " he extends a hand, and she drops the book cover with a firm snap, shoving the book into his apologetic grip. " i asked him to come. "

" i know. what i don't know is why. "

" darling, it's not escaping my attention the effect that you have on each other. the two of you have achieved the impossible. you've terrified the company so severely, that they've lost half their resources in trying to stop you both. thomas found a map... that quite simply does not exist. an impossible one that guides us to an impossible location. and somehow, a man in birmingham finds it, and materializes into your living room. the two of you are inevitable and impossible all at once. and i fear that that mightn't even be enough to stop what's coming. "

" so why drag @proofwhisky into this? why force him to bear the weight that comes with this? "

" because we need all the help we can get. " he doesn't drop his gaze. in the end, the only reason she breaks eye contact is to go out to tommy.

" i feel like if i tell you to leave, you'll just dig your heels in a little more. so i'll compromise. trent and ajay are downstairs in the basement; they'll be looking through the stolen scrolls together. there's also a library upstairs, and ajay's placed a few protective enchantments in the walls. it should be safe. either that, or we stay in the kitchen, talk a little, and hopefully you decide to go back to new york. but i'm not so naive to think that'll be a quick and easy decision for you to make. "

[am4zon]

@proofwhisky said: ' these thoughts of past lovers, they'll always haunt me. '

Oh, when does a lover become a ghost? Death feels too uncomplicated an answer for such a pondering. Diana is still learning of this world and its language of horrors. She does not yet understand how lovers can be haunting; she does not yet know that love can inspire as much anguish as any other emotion. There is so much, Thomas. So much she does not yet realize will break her heart one day. Like you. You will scar her as much as the war. But perceiving the future is not a gift Diana has in her arsenal. Even so. She would say you were worth being haunted by.

Diana is with little happiness in her eyes. Like so many things, the war stole away a disposition that was once naturally sunny. She still feels every death, every failure, as acutely as if they were happening in this very moment. The sting of it is piercing.

At the thought of being haunted, she feels a chill swirl through her bones, demanding to be known. Perhaps there is no remedy to prevent seeing the faces of the lives you failed to save, of the men whose breaths you ended more directly. The worst is when you cannot conjure their faces at all, when they are simply lost in a crashing sea of heartbreak. Though Diana knows so little of being haunted by love, she suspects the phantom to be more vivid than reality. She suspects Thomas can still taste the skin that is no longer his to devour.

Thomas | Shelby is a man with more demons than ghosts, Diana fears. He collects horrors like souvenirs that will be worth more than gold in the decades to come. Alas, all he shall receive from them is more reasons to seek salvation through emptying bottles. Diana would offer that to him, if she could. Salvation, peace. She likes when he chases his satisfaction between her open thighs, but sated lust is not enough to bring about the end of nightmares that escape into reality.

The urge to curl into his lap, to take his face into her hands, feels like the dream of a child. And who would it be for? Would her touch bring him comfort, or is it Diana who needs the warmth? Instead, Diana offers him her hand, allows him to make the choice for himself how he best wants to be reassured. ❝ Was the love you felt worth being haunted by after? ❞

She so desperately need the answer to be yes. She so desperately needs to believe, needs to cling to the hope, that in the end, love can save the world.

[hostilidadesveladas]

@proofwhisky. ( gracie & ) tommy.

She's not exactly someone who blends in to society now is she? A ravishing beauty in her own right, Gracie's certainly harnessed the best of her parents' genes, and she's learned to use them to her advantage. Grace pivots through the crowd of the busy casino, as poised as her inner-ballerina, target on-point. She's found the manager, at least the one Tommy's left in charge for the time being. Her charm in place, of course she weasels her way into a lower level position, serving drinks and taking pictures, 'wowing' the patrons so they'd continue to return. The thing is, she may appear nimble, but Grace is far from it, burdened by her harsh upbringing and everything she's left behind.

So, when one 'gentleman' places his hand a little too far down her skirt after her many assertive 'NO's or 'No Thank You's go ignored, a broken finger sets the place a frenzy. That's right - she'd bent his hand back just so, dislocating his thumb and index finger, a little maneuver she'd practiced before obtaining her job here.

"You little bitch!" the man attempts to whimper, his speech slurring, after all he's downed a substantial amount of whisky. As far as damage control, the security guards swirl, Gracie is escorted back to the kitchen where questioning commences. She's prepared for the fight of her life, to be quite honest, men always raising their hands and voices, it's familiar territory. And yet, here she is, no one is screaming, no one is telling her to get the fuck out... she's being tended to.

"You know, if Tommy were here, he would probably do away with 'em himself Miss Gracie." one of the wait staff speaks, offering her a lit cigarette, to which she places between her lips mid-giggle. "I wouldn't know I've never met him." she coos with a dreamy, very old-English lip.

The hustle and bustle quiets down, when it becomes obvious that Tommy's entered the room - a grand entry at that, the entire world shuts down upon his entry.

[exspiritment]

@proofwhisky

"You're with Pat." She smiles like a friend, smiles like she is kind.

"I work for Román. I like Román. What kinds of people do you like?"

She lights a cigarette. Offers him one. She will always be sweet and pretty for the most dangerous person in the room. Tommy Shelby sounds like death.

[wisdomfish]

Mere rejection of God does not prove that his existence is somehow insufficiently revealed.

Samples, Kenneth Richard. ‘Without a Doubt: Answering the 20 Toughest Faith Questions.; p. 39

[cartelheir]

@proofwhisky​

❝    I BROUGHT THIS FOR YOU.    ❞

tommy’s office looks way less intimidating after hours,   when the lights are dim like he was just about to leave.      in her hands shines a nice,   expensive-looking bottle of tequila;   and it would cost her quite a penny,   if she didn’t own the company that made it.      ❝    a sample of what we smuggle across the american border everyday.     it’s getting quite popular over there.    ❞      she sets the bottle over his desk,   carefully.

❝    have you ever tried it?    ❞