#Blinder

[goldenshrikecomic]

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[z2010]

Look it's pink !!!!!

✭I'm so happy I have a pink binder for school✭

[cheekypeakyblinder]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

That evening John had picked Franny up in the family car and taken her to the Garrison. The whole pub was singing. And it was strangely amusing. They sat down at the small front of the Garrison. Which was always reserved for the Shelby family. And they all drank beer.

The boys played cards while Franny talked to the new barmaid Grace. Grace had excused herself when she got a look from Thomas. And Franny her smile turned into a sly smirk. But look Thomas shut her off and she just lit a cigarette and sipped her beer. When Grace opened the door the singing was even louder. 'Jesus Christ Tommy, what the hell made you let them sing?' John asked chuckling and chewing on a small piece of wood. 'They sound like they're strangling cats out there.' Franny added laughing and leaning against John.

Thomas was laughing at them. 'All right 20 is the play. Come on.' Arthur said bringing the attention back to the game. 'And what made you change your mind, Tommy?' Arthur asked quite curious. Thomas was looking at Grace while she closed the door and the singing died down.' It's about time, Tommy.' John said with an even bigger grin.

'Time for what?' He asked. 'The time you took yourself a woman.' John said to him. 'Just play the bloody hands.' Tommy said while picking up his cards. And Franny and John exchanged a smirk. 'You stay the way you are, Tommy. Remember what Dad used to say.' Arthur said. 'Fast woman and slow horses will ruin your life.' Both Arthur and John almost sang. To which Franny looked confused and almost hurt.

When suddenly lights were approaching in front of the Garrison. 'Coppers.' John said. 'no.' Thomas said he exchanged a look with Franny. Who nodded and she jumped up and through the door. Which left John and Arthur confused. The doors went open and the singing went down. Franny was switching dresses with Grace. Leaving her in the more waitressy look then her own corset dress.

'Go home Grace. It's going to end nasty.' Franny said pulling her hair pin down making her hair fall on her shoulders. Grace didn't want to go. 'If you want to live and work here a bit longer you go home now.' Franny demanded. She pushed Grace almost out of the door and she walked back up to the bar of the Garrison. Where a few men with guns had walked in. All the sounds had died down.

'Holy shit it's Billy Kimber.' Harry the owner of the Garrison said. Franny stood next to him. 'We need to get everyone home.' Franny said softly. He looked down to the smaller Franny and was confused for a second but he knew Thomas played games sometimes. Billy Kimber entered the Garrison. He looked just as awful as Franny could remember. He was small and his mustache was not making him look any younger.

'Is there any man here named Shelby?' Kimber asked. No one answered. So Billy Kimber pulled his gun and shot up (thankfully) 'I said is there any man named Shelby?' he asked again. Everyone had ducked down from the sounds of gun. When the door of the side room opened. And Thomas walked out. Fastly followed by Arthur and John. 'Harry, get these men a drink. Everyone else go home!' Thomas demanded.

Everyone quickly went outside leaving just the men of Kimber, the Shelby men and Harry and Franny. They put a table in the middle making Kimber sit down on one side and the Shelby's on the other side. Franny came put with a bottle of whiskey and glasses and poured everyone some. 'Kimber sat down on one side and his advisor on the other side. When Franny reached them Thomas, John and Arthur saw Kimber look and before he could stretch out a hand John was already ready to throw a fit. But Thomas spoke up. 'Fran, that's enough thank you.'

'All right Mr. Shelby.' She politely said and she quickly left to the bar. 'I've never approved of women in pubs, but when they look like that...' Kimber spoke up. Thomas quickly changed the subject before everyone would be fighting. 'You said you wanted men called Shelby.' Thomas said while lighting a cigarette. 'You got three of them.'

'Well I'd never heard of ya, Then I did hear of ya. Some little Diddicoy razor gang. I thought to myself, 'So, What?'' Kimber started. 'But then you fuck me over. So now you have my undivided attention.' He said changing faces through John to Arthur to Thomas. 'By the way which one am I talking to? Who's the boss?' He said pointing to all three of them.

They were silent for a second and Arthur looked up towards him. 'Well I'm the oldest.' He just said. 'Clearly.' Kimber said with a laugh. 'Are you laughing at my brother?' John then fastly cut in. Fran looked up from the bar seeing John looking down from his hat. If looks could kill Kimber would have been dead a hundred times. Kimber was shifting in his seat before saying something. 'Right.' Kimber then said.

'He's the oldest.' He said pointing to Arthur. 'You're the thickest.' He said pointing to John. 'I'm told the boss is called Tommy and I'm guessing that's you, because you've been looking me up and down like I'm a fucking tart.' Kimber said looking now directly at Thomas. Who was sitting there looking at Kimber. Just holding his cigarette not losing eye contact. 'I want to know what you want.' Thomas then said.

Suddenly the man next to Kimber spoke up. 'There were suspicious betting patterns at Kempton Park. A horse called Monaghan Boy.' he said. 'He won by a length twice and then finished last, with three thousand pounds bet on him.' He concluded himself. 'Which one am I talking to.' Thomas then said looking at Kimber and then at the other man. 'Which one of you is the boss?' 'I am Mr. Kimber's adviser and accountant.' He explained. But Kimber is a hothead so he cut right back in. 'And I'm the fucking boss.' He said while standing up trying to intimidate Thomas. 'Okay, right, end of parley.

'You fixed a race without my permission.' He stopped raging for a second before calling them 'Fucking Gypsy scum.'

'What, live of the war pensions of these poor Garrison Lane widows!' 'That's your level. I am Billy Kimber, I run the races!' he said, Kimber was almost as red as a strawberry. 'And you fixed one of them so I'm going to have you shot against a post.' He said before turning around and wanting to walk out of the Garrison. But Thomas stood up.

'Mr. Kimber wait.' he wanted to walk after him. But Kimber's pit bulls directly raised their guns at him. Thomas then threw Kimber something. And Kimber catched it and looked at it. 'That is my name in it. It's from the Lee family. You are also at war with the Lees, Mr. Kimber, am I right?' He said looking at Kimber. Kimber was walking a few paces back to the table holding on to the thing in his hands. Which Franny later learned was a bullet engraved with Thomas his name.

'The Lees are attacking your bookies and taking your money. Your men can't control them. You need help. ' Thomas was repping up. 'Perhaps we should listen to what Mr. Shelby has to say.' The advisor spoke up. 'Before we make our decisions.' 'Right. The Lees are doing a lot of talking at the fairs. They have a lot of kin. They're saying the race tracks are easy meat, because the police are busy with strikes. Now, we have connections. We know how they operate.' Thomas explained.

'You have muscle. Together we can beat them. Divided, maybe not.' Thomas concluded his speech. Leaving Kimber with nothing to say waiting on his adviser to speak.' Mr. Kimber, perhaps we should take some time for reflection, possibly make arrangements for a second meeting.' The advisor said.

'I admire you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said they had not broken off eye contact. Which was impressive to Franny.  'You started with nothing, and built a legitimate business. It would be an honor to work with you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said. Kimber was looking down on Thomas. Then to his brothers before speaking.

'Nobody works with me. People work for me.' Kimber then took a coin out of his pocket and threw it onto the floor in front of Thomas. 'Pick it up Pikey' He just said. The three boys did not move. But then Thomas went through his knees to get the piece of money John stood up directly to protect Thomas. But Thomas threw his hand towards John.

'Sit down.' And John did. Thomas picked up the coin Kimber looked at him. 'That's for your ceiling.' he said before turning towards the door. 'Thank you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said. His advisor stood up and walked over to Thomas. 'We will be at Cheltenham.'

'As will I.' Thomas said the advisor nodded to Thomas before leaving the pub. The two pit bulls of bodyguards walked after them leaving the pub. Thomas walked after them closing the door. He walked back to the table. Where both John and Arthur still sat drinking down a glass of Whiskey. Franny walked over and took a glass herself.

'So you picked a fight with the Lees on purpose. Tommy, we can't mess with Billy Fucking Kimber.' Arthur said to Thomas putting his glass back on the table. He threw Franny the coin Kimber threw at him. 'Get yourself a decent haircut, man. We're going to the races.' Thomas said with a grin. Arthur was still not completely over it. But both John and Franny were over the moon they loved the betting's but they loved the races even more.

[blinder00]

i saw people making pinned posts for blogs so ill do that too

THIS BLOG IS SOMETIMES NSFW 18+, NO MINORS

21/Male/bi and into machines and things

he/him/it/its really anything you want i guess

CW: mechanophilia/robophilia/posts with gore

i’m an electrical engineer and repair guy in trade, other skills include music/writing/vocals/voice acting

queer friendly space, i will not judge you even though i’m new to some things, i dont fully understand a lot of terms yet

really into ultrakill rn, other media interests are evangelion, older nes games and halo, lots more i cant think of, i like old tech and computer

AO3 page is https://archiveofourown.org/users/BLINDER00/works

GO LISTEN TO THOUSAND KNIVES BY RYUICHI SAKAMOTO AND ALSO MAKOTO MATSUSHITA’S FIRST LIGHT AND ALSO MASAYOSHI TAKANAKA JUST AS AN ARTIST

[musellanea]

Song Mash-up: Can't Get You Out of My Mind × Blinder

I can't get you out of my mind

We'll get free, no worries now

I'll try to be patient, don't want you to rush

We'll make it through together

[hellenhighwater]

You know what, since I'm thinking about it anyways, let's talk formalwear accessories. Most of these are traditionally menswear but a bit of gender fuckery is good for the soul, and frankly most of these are about making your mass-produced clothing fit and lay properly without having to go to the tailor.

Shirt stays: these go around your thighs to hold your shirt down, so that it stays smooth and tucked in. They're usually elastic, with 1-3 clips, and if you wear skirts frequently this is a GREAT way to make sure your top doesn't ride up. The clips will be visible if you're wearing something tight, so loose pants or skirts are where these do best. There's also an insane version that clips to your socks, but that is for lunatics. If you wanted, you could also use one of these clips to hold up thigh-highs.

These do a great job of smoothing and narrowing the waist area by keeping your shirt from bunching there.

Sleeve garters: usually metal, leather, elastic, or silk. These are usually worn with button-down shirts to adjust where your cuff falls on the wrist or hand. They're properly worn on the upper arm, and you pull the fabric of the sleeve above the garter until you cuff is where you want it. Because this creates a puff of sleeve at the bicep, it also broadens the appearance of the shoulders. It's great if you're working with your hands or if your sleeves are often too long for your preference.

Waistband clip or belt adjustment clip/buttons: Three different ways of tightening the waistband of a pair of pants or a skirt. You're not going to get more than an inch or so tighter without weird bunching, and for most of these you'd want them to be hidden under a shirt or jacket, but they do the job if that's something you're having issues with.

Collar pins: There are so many fun ones out there, both with and without chains. They're not terribly practical, though the slight weight may help keep your collar where you want it. Also consider collar tips, which pin (surprise) to the very tips of your collar points.

Sweater clips/guards: meant to hold your sweater or cardigan mostly closed. Great if your cardigan doesn't button, or if you don't like it to be buttoned all the way.

There's tons of other stuff out there like this--etsy is a great place to find this stuff. A lot of these are old solutions to the very modern problem of mass-maufactured clothes not being as one-size-fits-all as advertised, but they're also a fun way to put a bit of personality into businesswear.

[mclsquared]

“why do you still use tumblr?”

listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow

[beatsforbrothels]

Blinder - Dose Makes The Poison

[a2zsportsnews]

Spurs could repeat Romero blinder with swoop for "monster" Euros star

Tottenham Hotspur, in hindsight, completed a promising first campaign under Ange Postecoglou, finishing fifth in the Premier League and rediscovering their identity after previously falling by the wayside. Certainly, there’s plenty that can be improved on. Spurs enjoyed a blistering start to the 2023/24 campaign but ebbed away from that lofty level as injuries knocked the team off-kilter. One…

[ipl24]

#Best Catch Of IPL 2024? Ravindra Jadeja's One-Handed Blinder Stuns Cricket Fraternity, Video Goes Viral - Watch | Cricket News #TATAIPL #IPL24

#IPL24 # In the thrilling clash between Lucknow Super Giants and Chennai Super Kings in the IPL 2024, the cricketing universe witnessed a moment of sheer brilliance that encapsulated the essence of the sport. Ravindra Jadeja, the ever-dynamic all-rounder, transformed into a superhuman on the field, snatching a one-handed blinder that left spectators in awe and opponents in disbelief. Ravi…

[beggars-opera]

You: This sour patch kid would kill a victorian child!

The victorian child, who has been in the Peaky Blinders since the age of six and has already drunk more gin today than you have in a month:

[goldenshrikecomic]

Can we get some silly facts about the red antler family

Loudkill and Gutpull might be scary but their oldest sister is even scarier.

Boneslav is very loved in his group, especially because he's different.

Grimjav is Grimjav's third name.

No red antlers for dad Earbust, but he's family too. He has the patience of a saint.

Blinder, Gutpull's teen daughter (seen on page 205 and the newest bonus comic) wants to be a leader someday.

[sw5w]

It's the Boy Who's Responsible for Getting Us These Parts

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:11:29

[cheekypeakyblinder]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

the betting shop has been crazier than ever. It was booming, people heard the Peaky Blinders had shown up at the races. And there were suspicious rumors about them racing themselves. Probably rumors they threw in themselves. But it was great for business so Franny didn't mind. Thomas was a good guy.

After the whole Kimber situation, he brought her to their house and let her bathe. They threw away her red dress so she didn't have to look at it again. And Thomas sincerely apologized for everything. Franny couldn't sleep. She couldn't get Kimber's face out of her head. So the earliest she could she stepped out of bed and scrubbed herself to feel clean. And she dressed. Grabbed a quick breakfast and went to the betting shop.

She got a key to the Shelby house and entered. There was no one up yet, and she started making tea and cleaning up the betting shop. It didn't take long before the door opened. It was Monday after race day. So John was early too. He hung up his coat and poured himself a glass of Whiskey while walking down to his desk. Franny wasn't really an early-morning person so he hadn't noticed she had been in the back counting the money in the safe. And when he came in the back to look at something he saw the door of the safe open. She heard a gun cock and she knew it was him.

'It's me put that bloody thing away.' she said. Franny was holding a notebook where she counted the money stacks in. When John came in. He smirked and she knew he was coming up with a snarky comment to her. 'To bad you are not wearing your dress anymore you looked great.' he said his signature smirk on his face. To which Franny froze.

She knew John had taken a liking to that dress he told her multiple times she looked great. But it didn't even exist anymore Thomas and she set it on fire. He told her it was an old Gypsy tradition to burn something so you can feel free again or something. Franny didn't say anything for thirty seconds before turning around. 'No, I'm sorry I know you liked that dress.' she said with a weak smile.

She closed the notebook in front of his face and shooed him out of the safe so she could lock it again. She walked away from John when she heard the kettle of water she had put on the stove whistling. John stood there looking after her. He knew there was something wrong with her but he couldn't place what it was. John was going to ask Thomas about it and he walked back to his desk lighting a cigarette.

Later that week John walked into the Garrison. Kids were in bed and Polly was watching over them so he could go get a drink. Normally Franny wouldn't mind looking after the kids, but he couldn't get a hold of her. He directly walked over to their own small room in the Garrison when he saw Franny sitting in front of Grace at the bar throwing back a whiskey. John blinked a few times and looking in the room where they usually sat. There was no one there. Which was rather odd to him. He walked up to Franny and turned her around to face him.

'Fran are you okay?' He asked her. 'Am I okay? Are you okay Johnny boy' Franny said while poking his nose. He rolled his eyes. 'How much did you give her?' John asked Grace. 'I think she had six now.' Grace said pouring someone else a pint. 'Six?' John looked at Franny in disbelief. 'You usually can handle way more.' He said looking in her eyes. To which Franny started smirking and jumped of the barstool.

'I can.. just watch me.' She said with a smile and she walked a straight line towards the backroom where the Shelby's usually sat. 'Was she just bloody fucking with me?' John asked Grace in disbelief. 'I think so.' Grace said with a small smile before giving him a bottle of Irish whiskey and serving another customer. John closed the door. Franny sat on the couch looking outside. 'Fran. Are you all right?' John asked as he sat down opposite of her. She didn't respond. 'Fran.. I'm serious I don't like this.' He said a bit more stern now. Franny still didn't look at him.

'What did Tommy say?' She asked him. Her gaze shifted to him as she grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured the both of them a glass. 'Bloody nothing. He told me everything is fine and that he'll explain it later.' John said throwing his hat on the table. Franny looked up at him and scoffed. 'that'll be the first time he listened to me then.' Franny said lighting a cigarette. 'Listened to you?' John stood up.

'Franny for fucks sake what is happening!?' He said offended. She usually told him everything and now she was just drinking way more whiskey than normal not concentrated and she suddenly had secrets with Thomas. Franny was about to pick up the bottle again to fill her glass when John grabbed the bottle and threw it against the wall. It splattered everywhere. John knew Franny she would be furious and scolding at him. But not now. She actually froze when he threw the bottle splashed against the wall. Tears in her eyes were welling up.

He stood there with his back to Franny.  And when he rubbed his forehead a few times he turned around. Ready to face the scolding. But instead he saw sitting her knees up to her chin and her lower lip trembling. The ringing of the glass made her remember the glass Kimber threw on the ground. 'Hey Fran..' John said still kind of waiting on the scolding. But she sat there standing in front of her. 'Fran?' John said he laid his hand on her shoulder. But she pushed herself away from him and started blinking and stuttering.

'I... I need to go home John.' She said as she stood up now the whiskey actually sinking in. She took her bag and wanted to walk out of there but John was faster. 'Franny what the actually fuck is happening.' He said now more calm he stood by the door. 'Can I please go home?' She asked still shaking. 'Fran..' John said she could hear his heart break. 'What the fuck is going on.. You tell me everything..' John said stepping forward to her. He lifted her chin with his fingers. Looking in his eyes. It was genuine concern and Franny couldn't help but the tears were running down her face. John didn't say anything but just took the small tender bundle of tears in his arms and hugged her tightly.

He was known for his short temper and rage. But he was never violent with anyone he actually cared about. Franny knew that but she was so broken that he actually believed she thought he was going to hurt her. After Franny died down she pulled back and took a breath. 'Tommy and I made a deal..' Franny started. 'You knew the deal..' She said with a shrug. 'Kimber fancied me in the Garrison the night he came here. Told Tommy to bring me to the races.. So we did.' Franny sat down on the chair behind her. John stayed there standing there listening to her. 'Everything worked great, we gave the bags of cash to Kimber and they were impressed like we hoped. Tommy was working out his deal and Kimber took me to dance with him. But then Kimber wanted to bring in some extra deal...' Franny lighted a cigarette.

'Tommy and I talked about it. And agreed that he would storm in at any given time as soon as he could. Sadly it took him a while.' Franny said with a sad laugh in her voice. John's eyes were turning big. 'He.. Tommy whored you out for a place on the tracks?' John said his blood was boiling. 'It's fine John..' Franny said pushing out her cigarette and standing up. 'He came right on time. Nothing happened and I'm unharmed on a few cuts and bruises. And the fact that Kimber thinks I have the clap.' Franny said looking at him a weak smile on her face.

John let out a deep sigh when he looked at her. 'For fuck sakes..' John said wrapping his arms around her. 'Your insane for even agreeing to that Fran..' he said 'That's why I told Tommy not to tell you John.' Franny said looking up. 'I'll get over it, I'm just a bit spooked that's all.' 'Don't go storming over to Tommy okay, we both agreed to it. He had my consent.' She said putting his hat back on his head. 'Can you bring me home? I'm rather tired.' Franny asked him. 'Anything for you Love.' John said grabbing his coat and giving her hers. They walked back to Franny's house in silence John having his arm around her shoulder and smoking his cigar.

When they reached it he waited for her to find her key. She was still trembling and a bit wonky from the whiskey she had consumed. 'You know Fran.' John said. 'Your dad is already working probably, you should stay over at my place. You are in no condition to be alone.' He said grabbing her key and pulling her with him. She didn't even say a thing and actually thanked the gods that he didn't let her be alone. When he opened the door she saw Polly stand up.

'John what are you thinking being out so late I need to be at the shop early tomorrow!' Polly said not on her loudest because of the kids sleeping. When she noticed Franny standing behind John. 'She's alone tonight she'll sleep in my bed.' John said putting his coat on the rack and told Franny to get upstairs and that he would sleep on the couch. She just nodded and went upstairs. 'What's happening John.' Polly said crossing her arms. 'Isn't it a bit late to get involved with Fran.' 'Tell everyone I want a family meeting tomorrow. Because this shit is not okay.' John said walking to the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. 'I'll explain tomorrow. Need to make sure she won't choke on her own vomit.' John said as he threw back the glass and thanked Polly for watching the kids.

She nodded and went home. John went upstairs quietly and walked in his room. But he knocked first to make sure she was decent. 'Come in..' Franny said 'Came to check if you had everything.' John said poking his head around the corner. 'And to fetch me things.' he told her.

'Could you like.. Sleep here?' Franny softly asked looking at her feet. 'Are you sure?' John said looking at her a bit confused. Franny looked up at him and just nodded. John rolled his eyes and smirked 'Well get in then.' Franny smiled and stepped into bed. She had already robbed John's closet for a blouse to sleep in. Franny laid on her back looking at the ceiling of the small bedroom she was laying in. When she noticed some stirring and John stepping into bed. It was not the biggest bed she had laid in but it felt cozy. And the fact that she laid her John a person she would trust with her live was feeling quite comforting. He pulled his arm around her shoulders and she didn't mind and made herself comfortable. 'I'm really sorry Fran.' he said after a while of staring into the dark of the bedroom.

'About what?' she immediately asked back. John had thought she would answer but not that awake. 'You're not sleeping?' he asked her turning his head to her. 'No I can't' she answered. 'If you want me to I'll go downstairs.' John told her. 'No it's not you.' Franny answered directly. 

'I'm really sorry it happened Fran.' John said a bit softer than normally. 'It's not the last Tommy will hear about it.' 'It's okay John I'll get over it. But it does make me realize I need to find meself a man soon. So I can't be used like this again.' Franny said bluntly then. John didn't say anything for a few minutes. 'Then we need to find you a decent man Fran.' John said kissing her head. 'Now please try to sleep.' He said brushing his nose through her hair.

'Fucking John Shelby.. I'm being here all vulnerable. This was the time to sweep me off me feet.' Franny thought to herself. she just nodded and turned on her side. It took her a while but she fell asleep in a dreamless sleep.

[blinder00]

yuor package is in the male? i dunno… sound pretty gay to me….

[enisteyjia]