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:((( @substanceandclass is abusing me.

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i was bargaining for finn’s murder, but by all means, kill two birds with one stone

finn  I’ll  kill  for  free arthur  will  cost  you  2  hair  pets

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@substanceandclass

               IF   EVER   GUILT   WEIGHED   UPON   THE   SHOULDERS   OF   THOMAS   SHELBY   it   was   now.   standing   outside   the   prison,   sombre   look   etched   ‘cross   tired   features.   time   had   not   been   on   his   side.   while   his   brothers   had   been   spared   from   the   gallows,   Michael   had   not   been   so   lucky.   thomas   was   unsure   if   his   aunt   had   gotten   the   news   her   son   had   been   hung,   &&   if   not,   he   wasn’t   sure   he   had   the   heart   to   tell   her. 

 upon   hearing   the   prison   gate   open,   he   cast   his   gaze   DOWN.   he   knew   he’d   have   his   answer   when   he   saw   her.   with   clenched   jaw   &&   nails   dug   into   palm,   thomas   forced   himself   to   look   up.   eyes   meeting   polly’s   for   the   first   time   in   what   felt   like   moths.

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“it’s all gone to shit, it’s out of our hands”

//  POTENTIAL ANGST MEME  , accepting  !

‘  you  really  think  so ?  ’        in  the  absence  of  his  father ,  polly  would  be  the  one  the  dark  haired  boy  would  chose  to  lay  his  faith  in .   her  mystic  intelligence  and  brave  face ,  along  with  his  father’s  affections  for  her ,  left  bonnie  believing  (  though  he  might  not  say  it  in  so  many  words . . .  )  she  could  handle  anything.  despite  his  talent  and  newly  acquired  championship ,  bonnie  was  just  a boy.  there  was  a  hopefulness  to  his  soul  that  made  him  both  a  danger  to  himself  and  others ;  a  naivety  in  his  eyes  that  had  yet  to  be  shaken  by  failure  ━━   never  had  he  seen  himself  bleed  in  a  way  that  would imply  mortality ,  so  the  elder’s  words  to the contrary  didn’t  hit  him  with  full force ,  and  instead  left  him  struggling  with  his  want  to  trust  and  his  belief  in  action  to  solve  anything.

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❛ have you eaten ? ❜

//  ANGST  MEME  ,  accepting  ! 

’ haven’t  been  hungry . ’   bonnie  replied ,  giving  an  excuse  rather  than  an  answer.   he  hadn’t  eaten ,  but  there  was  nothing  in  particular  that  was  eating  at  him .   rather,  a  vague  sense  of  stagnation .   there  were  simply  days  where  the  wants  and  dreams  of  the  young  man  felt  less  like  an  adrenaline  burst  of  excitement ,  pushing  him  towards  the  next  moment ,  and  more  like  the  wolf  at  his  heels  that  was  causing  the  fight  or  flight  reflex  to  kick  in,  that  any  moment  he  might  trip  and  pass  on  like  so  many  forgotten  ancestors .   the  usual  demeanor  of  starry  eyed ,  fast  talking  fighter  faded  like  a  photograph  in  the  sun  (  the  image  was  still there ,  but  the  details  were  blurry  now  ;   he  smiled  still ,  but  it  wasn’t  the  same  ).  give  him  a  few  good  night’s  rest  to  clear  his  head,  or  a  fight  to  remind  him  he’s  getting  closer. 

[luxche]

The journey from the station to the Garrison (with detours, of course- she wasn’t so daft as to think she wouldn’t be followed, or that people wouldn’t notice) was more than familiar by now, as much as Mairead wished otherwise. The Irish boys in town had her going to and fro for them, even though they knew plenty well she had her own work to do- Work I’m actually being paid for, she thought, though she never voiced these thoughts to them- and that she wasn’t to answer to them. 

By this point in time, she was familiar with the pub where the Blinders ran their business, and she hoped she stuck out less, though it was doubtful. She didn’t look like the sort of woman she saw hanging around there, when there were women in there at all, and for that she was glad. Still, she had become more comfortable in that setting, more assured of herself. 

It threw her for a loop then, when a young man (much younger than herself, perhaps not even nineteen) approached her as she was leaving the police station and gave her a folded note, upon which was written an address, followed by a signature she figured was “T. Shelby.” After a quick thank you to the young man, she set off in search of the address, thinking better than to ask anyone for directions (if she did, she figured she would create some elaborate story about visiting a colleague who lived on that street, nothing more), and, in the back of her mind, aware of the passage of time and the possibility of being late to the meeting if she didn’t find the address in time. 

Once she finally reached the address, she was stunned to find a bustling premise, the exact business of which she didn’t think to determine, as she was wary of running late. She made her way through the main room, dark eyes searching for Thomas Shelby, and upon failing to find him, she wondered if she was, in fact, early. 

@substanceandclass 

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‘    —  sorry.  i didn’t really think anyone would be here this early. ’  in addition to  his official vocation,  bonnie continued to help his father,  as well as run a few errands of various legalities for the shelbys.  it was due to the latter that the raven haired boy had let himself into the company office at such an hour. 

gentle eyes looked at the other with an apology in their doeskin hues.   he wasn’t sure that he had truly scared her ( he wasn’t sure if polly shelby could be scared ),  but he felt the apology was still appropriate. . .  this was more her territory than his.

// @substanceandclass​ !

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