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Sorry in advance this is the first time I try to write so it's not good and english is not my language so sorry for the mistakes I’m so nervous
It is 7 am the sun rises outside, you can hear the cries of the children playing, the engine noise of the passing cars and the slamming doors. The bedroom is silent, the bed is still warm, occupied by two sleeping entwined bodies. Gently sleep leaves John and his eyes start to move under his closed eyelid, he lets out a sigh and while being careful not to wake the sleeping woman in his arms he stretches. John gets up, goes to the bathroom and after a quick shower goes back to the bedroom.From the door against which he is leaning he looks thoughtfully at his girlfriend,he has full projects on his mind and John is a person with charisma and a confident nature. He knows what he wants and what he is worth, but this woman in this bed has always managed to make him nervous, makes him think before acting which for John is not always obvious. He is rather the type to act on the moment like a soldier, a man of action so for John Shelby patience is not innate but he is also a loyal man on whom we can count and he hopes that is what that she sees in him when she looks at him from the other end of a room. A man she can count on but also a loving partner who will give her what she wants and needs, he is aware that being with a Shelby is not easy but she waited for his return from the war for four years and despite difficult moments their relationship came out stronger .
In a few weeks it will be their sixth anniversary and when he approaches his wardrobe that he opens as silently as possible and grabs this pretty velvet box his heart cannot help but get carried away.His head filled with thoughts but none of them makes him doubt his choice, so softly he walks to the bed and lies down beside her.He raises his hand and lays it tenderly on her arm which he caresses then leans over and comes to rub his lips on her cheek then her mouth, he felt her smile against him, little by little she wakes up thanks to the tenderness of the one she affectionately call my man.
She opens her eyes and plunges into that deep lagoon look which makes her instinctively shiver, she raises her hand which she places on his cheek and caresses with her fingertips amazed as always at the tenderness which John shows towards her.
"hum you smell good" she said softly with a smile on her lips as she pressed herself against him. Her head on his chest, she can hear his heart speed up and his breathing slightly faster than usual. "all right?" she asks him raising her head to study his face
"It all depends” he said mysteriously
“on what?”
on your answer," he said, raising his hand in which hides this object that weighs so heavy and keeps all his hopes. He sits taking her with him watching her expressions attentively hoping to see her eyes shine with joy
"John" is the only thing she can say breathlessly with the emotion evident in her voice "I still remember the first time I saw you sitting on the wall that separates the schoolyard in your blue dress, you had a smile on your lips and you were yelling to your friends that you could touch the sky "
"I remember especially that after that sitting on the class chair was painful" she said, bursting out laughing
"I'm not really romantic you know that, I haven't planned a big speech I just want you to know that I have never loved anyone like I love you and who makes me want to give the best of myself. If you don't mind going all the way with me until our hair is gray and lifting our asses of our chairs is the biggest challenge "he said with a smile and a deep look opening the box revealing a white gold ring with an emerald in the middle
"nothing would make me happier than seeing you get upset with your cane""she tells him teasingly holding out her hand so he can puts the ring on her finger, which he did with enthusiasm and kissed her passionately.


what I saw in the trailer made me even more impatient on April 18









We’re Peaky Blinders. We’re not scared of coppers. If they come for us, we’ll cut them a smile each.
i finished watching gangs of london and i can safely say i'm sean wallace's b!tch from now on, period.
okay how about this... send me concepts or blurb ideas and MAYBE i can try to write? i have to warn you i'm slow but still...
flatline
pairing : sean wallace x reader
word count : 1,050
summary : your relationship with sean is going downhill and you both don’t know what to do.
warnings : spoilers, d*ath
a/n : this wasn’t requested but suddenly i felt sad during a song and i was like hey let’s overthink and create something dramatic! it’s my first one-shot about sean so i’d be happy if you take it easy on me ^^

lately you've been busy
wonderin' if you miss me
why did you go against me? i just wanna know
you knew it wasn't the same. you both knew you were far away now, no matter how hard you tried to bring the pieces together, glue them, tie them. every attempt to fix the mess has failed. anything you tried to keep this alive worked and you ended up feeling like a running child, breathlessly trying to catch the string of your kite. ready to burst into the tears, ready to watch them pool around your feet as the water increases right before it swallows your whole soul. no matter how many times you tried to ignore this feeling, he didn't fail to remind it back even though it wasn't his intention.
i was out there on the road, life out of control she became a victim to my busy schedule and i know that it's not fair, that don't mean that i don't care
he was ignoring the truth, trying not to feel, not to think just like you. he's always been better at not showing it, not letting people realize how badly it was eating him alive, losing the love of his life while living in the same house. watching her back as she sleeps, or lately pretend to sleep, and not feeling her heartbeats on his chest. not feeling her arms around his neck right before things evolve to making love eye to eye. how arbitrary phone calls ended a long time ago, saying 'i love you' was something you both said with the edge of your mouths. you knew you still love each other but can't a way to rekindle the spark and rebuild the connection once you had. and that was the worst. maybe if you had a very loud crisis or a real explosion in the middle of your relationship it'd be easier. you'd hate him and he'd hate you right before you pack your bags and ask him let you go, once you cry all the emotions and get yourself ready to leave your soul resting right next to him on your pillow. the moment you realized how much you loved him like no other before, you already knew if this ends it wouldn't end well for you. it was obvious that you'd suffer more, you'd lose a bigger piece of yourself but you didn't want to think about that back then. you just run as fast as you can until you both realized your end has arrived.
wait maybe it's just a phase took a minute for you to say 'i'm sorry' don't ask if you really don't wanna hear it when i'm tellin' you how i feel you're bothered
your effort of delaying the inevitable end didn't change the truth, not one bit. when you realized you felt happy after having a simple conversation about your day with a few sentences then saying 'goodnight' to each other, you knew it was the time. this couldn't go like this because there weren't even ups and downs. your relationship's heartbeat got flatline. the relationship once you saw as your safe house was crumbling and falling down.
you don't feel a way you're gone away you don't listen you promised it wouldn't change
finally you decided to open up to him and give him some time to get ready like you both weren't trying to for weeks. 'try to come home early tonight, sean. we have to talk.' you said without looking away from your plate and that was why you missed everyone's shocked and nervous expression, including sean. but he was quick to collect himself. he knew this was something about to happen but did he want to acknowledge it. 'i'll try. can't it wait though? we might be busy with th-' 'it can't. you're always busy and you can be busy as long as you want after this.' he frowns at your words and your calmness. how did you end up like this? when did you get far away from him like this? it was like your body was right in front of him but your soul was across the ocean. he found himself wondering if any vacation or any gift could fix this. was there any way of fixing your heart after all these months? after all the pain he put you through? his thoughts got interrupted with your hand on his shoulder and a simple 'have a nice day.'
girl you always catch me at the bad time when i know you probably think it's a lie and i know i told you last time was the last time how could you pull the plug and leave me flatline?
he tried to hold onto this moment before losing you forever because he somehow knew this was the last time you touched each other. ''i'll, love.' he collects some courage before speaking again. 'i love you, y/n.' he notices how quickly you froze and it hurts him seeing you so unfamiliar to him. oh how he wishes he could go back in time and keep you closer, tighter. but you still surprise him with your 'i love you more, sean.' it was the purest way of showing your love towards each other and like a line which you didn't cross no matter what you were going through. he knew it was too much for you now but found himself apprecieting your effort anyway. maybe, just maybe, he could fix this and win your heart fully back. he knew he didn't deserve to hope this but he couldn't let his person go without showing any effort. he left the house with these thoughts and you on his mind.
that was a day before it happened. the incident. he couldn't make it home like he thought. he couldn't make it back to you. not even for the last time.
i'm just scared you're gone away you promised it would stay the same
your last interaction was genuine regarding your situation, like you felt what was coming. it was the last thing he'd found himself thinking during his very last minute, as he laid on that floor while bleeding. you were the last thing on his mind right before everything slipped away and went dark.
sean wallace tease
“You said to take care of it.”
“I didn’t say destroy the entire city!”
“Then you should’ve been specific.”


even his kneeling is very sexy to me





Cillian Murphy ━ PEAKY BLINDERS, portraying Thomas Shelby.
the show first started in September of 2013 and is still an ongoing series.

john shelby


Joe Cole for Fiasco magazine


“When he turned at last to face me there was no trace of tears, not in his eyes or in track marks on his reddening face. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment I knew he was already far away.”