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PLEASEEEEEEEE LMFAO

PLEASEEEEEEEE LMFAO

PLEASEEEEEEEE LMFAO

In season 6 Tommy either has lung cancer/a lung disease or an std. I’m calling it now

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4 years ago

An emotion: *pokes its head through the mountain of suppression I’ve buried it under*

Me, beating it with a stick: Back! Back!

4 years ago

I’m so fucking exhausted. I don’t know what to do anymore. My mental health is seriously deteriorating.

hate 2 say it but british ppl had the right idea with saying whats all this then. like literally whats all this then


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4 years ago

if this ain’t me😚

i can’t believe people expect me to do anything in my life except reading books, listening to music and crying at every little inconvenience

4 years ago

Uhm sorry but WHY IS MY INTEREST MORE ON THE DOG RATHER THAN THE STORY LMAOOO

Looking forward to what’s gonna happen in the Small Heath thoooo. Will I be convinced to move in Small heath? Is shit ‘bout to go down? Lollll, let’s see💅🏻

Rescued: Tommy Shelby x Female!Reader Pt. 2

Here’s part 2 for all you lovely people :)

Just to let you all know, I am aiming to post twice a week, Mondays and Thursdays, but I am currently on Easter break so when I return to 6th Form, that may change. I aim to post at least once a week during term time, but that is to be comfirmed. 

Thank you so so much for all the love and support that you have shown me for Rescued. I really wasn’t expecting this much love. You’re all wonderful!

Warnings: None 

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That evening, Tommy Shelby returned to Battersea cats and dogs home. 

He pushed the front door open and entered the foyer, where he had stood mere hours before. No one was there so he sat in one of the slightly battered looking seats and let himself relax. Today had been long, but by his standards, not overly eventful. He wanted to see his new dog, but also this girl that had caught his eye. 

Y/N, on the other hand, was shitting herself. 

The Thomas Shelby was here to collect a dog, one of her dogs, and she hadn’t made any considerations. If she’d have known, she would have had all the dogs lined up and ready. 

But she hadn’t. 

And all that was left to do was pray. 

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4 years ago

I don’t know but Meyer Lansky is Alfie Solomons while Lucky Luciano is Tommy Shelby here. No, I won’t take no criticism.💖

I once took a class in college on the American Mafia, called “The Psychology of the Modern American Crime Syndicate”, but it was like “how to be in the mob 101” taught by a man whose father worked for notorious gangster Lucky Luciano after he was exiled to Sicily. Luciano had this really nice house, and his dad was like his right-hand man in regard to everything, (he called him a Signore-attendant, basically he was like his bff) and so my teacher spent a lot of time around the father of organized crime when he was a kid (6-12 years old). He said that Luciano became like an uncle to him, cause Luciano himself didn’t have any kids, but he was fond of kids in general and he really liked this little guy (my teacher). Apparently, there was this one story about how when Luciano and Meyer Lansky were first working for Arnold Rothstein in like 1918 or something, he sent them out ahead of him to Chicago to meet with some guy there, and it’s a good thing he did, cause there was this ambush set up to kill Rothstein in a restaurant. Luciano and Lansky hightail it back to the lower east side of Manhattan, and report back to him what they saw, but one detail was CRUCIAL to the story: the color of the tablecloth. Luciano said it was white, Lansky said it was beige. They spent like an hour arguing over the color of the tablecloth, they argued so long, in fact, that Rothstein went home and came back a few hours later to find Lansky with a black eye and Luciano icing his hand, fuming in the corner. My teacher wanted to know if it was true, so he asked him when he was 11 years old, while Luciano was reading in his parlor (like outside his bedroom) late one night. Luciano looked at him, took a sip of wine, walked down the hallway and simply said “don’t tell Meyer Lansky this, but it was beige”. That’s my all time fave story about ANYONE, cause he DENIED the fact that it was beige for decades, and that’s something I would do.


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