#Eleanor Williams

[piersthesniper]

Yall i got resident evil ocs… (they’ve been around for awhile… farrah recently just got brought back cause she was scrapped. They are together :3)

They’re also gonna have their own tags :P

[aliypop]

Love Is The Drug

Word Count: 2,418

Writers Notes: So here’s another Peaky Fic, however I thought wouldn’t it be interesting if we looked into war Tommy... and Eleanor meeting in France in 1915... also yes the title is based off the song Love Is The Drug

Warning: Show violence and language Suggestive themes, Smut

Pairing: OC x Canon

Plot: What happens when Sergeant Major Thomas Shelby meets his match one night in the Cabaret club La perle de Vénus,

Taglist: @shelbydelrey

1915

Tucked away near the red light district was La perle de Vénus. It was a hot ticket in Paris since it first opened with its beautiful women and drinks overflowing. It was no wonder that so many soldiers spent their days there in between battles, the inside though small had glamorous touches surrounding it, red velvet stage curtains, red satin table clothes, and even the women were draped in red taffeta, "Dépêche-toi!" Bernadette shouted. She was the house mother to the dancers and the mother to their leading lady,

"Antionette Royale il vous reste 10 minutes!" taking a good bang against the door,

"I'd like it if you'd just call me Eleanor..."  she grumbled, powdering her face and adding a fake mole to the corner of her top lip, "Virginia, mind lacing me up?" Virginia had been staring off at a few of the dancers, one named Mrytle, tying up her sister's dress. She hadn't noticed that she'd tied it,  "TOO TIGHT!" Eleanor gasped,

"I'll do it myself..."

"And I'll do her myself..."

"Mère pouvons-nous parler?"

"Talk Andre..."

"I was thinking that perhaps when we head back to London..." his mother shooting him a cold icy glare, "If... we head back to London, that you should let me lead The Black Pearl Company and-" his eyes fell on two soldiers who were sitting at the bar, both with the bluest eyes and darkest hair he'd ever seen,

"Speak, boy, finish your thoughts..." catching where his gaze fell, "Andre,"

"Yes..."

"Why don't you help your father with drinks, no?" pushing him towards the bar, " Louis not only took care of the drinks but. He was the owner. With the success of his many vaudeville acts, it was no wonder how a family like his could afford such a place like this,

"What can I get you two gentlemen?"

"Absinthe," the one soldier said, "And the fucking Sergeant Major 'ere ill have an Old Fashion," Andre rolled his eyes. If it were one thing he hated, it was the Soldiers who thought they ran shit or thought they were the shit,

"Here for the show, gentlemen?" Andre had asked, leaning up against the counter,

"Heard it would be a good one. A few friends told me Antoinette Royale's performin tonight, eh." drinking his Old Fashion, "Never seen her, but they tell me she's beautiful," he laughed as the other soldiers chimed in, "Beautiful she's a fuckin Goddess!"

"Bit bitchy if you ask me," Andre chuckled

"Andre!" Louis hit his son as he rolled his eyes,

"Can't tell her shit from roses," he grumbled. Hearing the music start, the girls were all in line as the curtain rose up. They'd start with the infamous can-can men shouting and throwing money at the slit bloomers under their gowns. They always were the crowd warmers before the main act,

"Lighten up, Tom,"

"Well, if you're waitin for me to care, then I hoped you ordered somethin to eat 'cause it'll be a long time," Thomas grumbled. It wasn't that he was a tight ass, but he was turning into one the more he'd been on the battlefield. With the way, he'd left Small Heath in shambles of love-filled deaths. He just wanted to start anew, fight the good fight, and be known as a hero, but here he was in a room full of women who would be fun to ogle and ah at and maybe take two of them to bed if he still had his so-called charm, " You're on..." Claudette smiled, pushing her onto the stage,

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed..." ruffling the seven-year-old hair up, stepping on the stage, she looked across the audience, a room packed with Soldiers and a pair of pretty blues looking right at her, dressed in the inspiration of Marie Antoinette Eleanor had begun to sing alongside the piano,

"See full of herself..."

"Quite full of 'erself." Arthur smirked, "Right, Tom?" Tommy's gaze was stuck on the brown skin woman and how she looked beautiful in that gown, but she'd look beautiful with it on the floor as well.

As she kept singing, two women had untied her gown, revealing nothing but a pearl-encrusted corset. Every man who wasn't Louis and Andre had their eyes fixed on her, even Arthur, but not Tommy. He wasn't impressed by her. Although she had a beautiful voice, he wanted to read her and understand what made her tick, how to make her breath hitch, and her skin crawl. Smoking his cigarette, Tommy leaned back, ordering another old fashion,

Stepping off the stage, Eleanor walked through the crowds of men, sitting in some of their laps, singing to others, and kissing some on the cheek. Meanwhile, Tommy was livid, for how dare anyone kiss and touch the woman he wanted that didn't even know he wanted her. Walking towards the bar, she could see the glares from her brother, which only made her laugh. In front of her were two British soldiers.

It was always a treat to see a piece of home in the audience. Although Eleanor was singing to Arthur, her eyes were stuck on Tommy, the man who seemed to hide his heart and soul behind a brick wall. She knew his kind too well, hiding under a mask, saying  he was fine, but the ear in his head was starting,

"Viens ici souvent?"

" Première fois," his french was good, and with his accent, she couldn't say it wasn't driving her crazy,

" Ton ami?" she asked, gesturing to Arthur, "Mon frère," taking another drag of his cigarette, Eleanor looked at the stage as Jessy gave her a wink, a signal of sorts, sitting in his lap Eleanor pressed against him as she sang in his ear if the lights hadn't been dimmed. She just might have caught the young man blushing a bit. Pressing her forehead against his own, she moved at stray hair and kissed the corner of his mouth. The spark between them was more than just a flame, it was a fire, and he wanted more of it, and so did she,

" Retrouvez-moi à l'étage, you're going to need this..." Eleanor said, his cigarette in her mouth and his watch in her hand. A seductress and a thief seemed Tommy had a type,  

"What'd she say, Tom?" Arthur turned. He was a bit drunk at the moment, "Just know I'll be back later,"

The room of Antoinette Royale was a wonderous cavern with red and gold curtains and chandeliers, a room fit for a princess, and in Eleanors' families eyes, she was just that, a princess part of a crime family who did all of Andre's dirty work that he was a coward to do,

"Seems you have something I want?" Tommy said, leaning against the door frame,

"Is that so?" she asked, taking off her powdered wig and unraveling her long, dark curls. She could sense Tommy was staring at her. After all, she was in lingerie, and he had every right to enjoy the tease in front of him,

"The pocket watch?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart." bending over, fixing her stockings,

"You don't, Ms. Royale?"

"Please call me Eleanore. Everyone else calls me Royale or The Pearl," there was a sadness in her eyes that, for a glimpse, Tommy found comfort in.  

"Where did you put it?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," stepping closer towards her, Tommy could feel a sense of anger and lust washing over him, she was a trickster, but he'd play her game,

"Wanna bet, sweetheart,"

"I deal with bets, honeybee," standing to his slightly taller level, "I'd rather flip a coin instead," pulling out his coin, he was already prepared,

"Tails, you give me back my watch,"

"Heads, I keep the watch,"

"Deal." as the coin flipped in the sky, the two waited for it to land. And as it did, it was on tails, his hand reaching out for her to hand it over,

"Sike," she smirked,

"Why you..." pinning her up against the wall and kissing him, Eleanor tried to distract him. Besides, he was cute, and his eyes said to kiss him, so she did. At first, it was a bit tame, nothing too intense, until he pulled away and said, "You look good beneath me..."  pulling at his tie, she brought him closer to her again, the sweet taste of alcohol and the bitter taste of tobacco now on her tongue, there was something about this man that made her want him, Tommy's hands had begun to wander to the back of her corset untying it, he felt her pull away, "Don't start something you can't finish..."

"What makes you think I can't finish somethin love." picking her up, he carried her towards the bed, his lips sucking the skin on her neck.

"Most men who pursue me never win,"

"Why's that,"

"They hear that I'm dangerous and... oh, a little lower honeybee," her head resting on her shoulder, giving him better access to her neck,

"Honeybee, eh, you give all your client's nicknames?" he asked as he kissed her ear, envy taking over as he thought of the idea of anyone who got to grace her Tawny sunset like skin, "Oh sweetheart, I may have a room, and I may service a select few gentlemen, but I do it because I like it," she bit her lip feeling his hands against her skin,

"So you're saying..."

"I'm not a prostitute, just a young woman looking for," another moan left her lips, "Looking for what?" he asked,  looking into her hazel eyes as she stared into the blue hue, intoxicated by the beauty of the man in front of him, "Love." he could hear her heartbreaking,

But he could see the shattering parts in her eyes, and maybe she could see the pieces of what was left of his too. "Loves a hell of a drug, darlin..." he was now towering over her, her hands unbuttoning his uniform. "But you crave it too... don't you?" taking her hand as he kissed it. His answer was yes, but he was scared to admit it. After all, everyone he loved died, and he wouldn't stand for that pain again. He just couldn't,

"Love is for the weakminded," kissing up her arm as she giggled,  His heart beating at the sound,

"What if I were to say I like you..."

"You don't even know me name."

"Yet you know mine. Not my fault you lacked the manners to say yours, " straddling Tommy as she was now on top, "You've made a point," he kissed her again, feeling her grind against his bulge,

"So what's your name Solider..."

"Thomas Shelby, friends and me brothers call me Tom,"

"You have friends," Eleanor teased, kissing down his chest, "Surprised much,"

"A little, you seem so..."

"So what?"

"Tense, always on edge to fight, never a moment to relax." she was right, and she knew it. By the smile on her face,

"How would you know,"

"I got my own wars to fight, too."

"As long as we're in here, no more talks about wars got it,"

"Got it," she winked,

Andre groaned, sitting at the bar cleaning. The last calls were done, the men who couldn't take  no were kicked out, and Louis took Claudette home to be tucked in, "So about earlier..." Bernadette sighed, looking up at her son, "Look, mon cher, I know you want to lead, but..."

"But what..."

"You don't show it," she bluntly said, cigarette in hand. Her expression was a harsh one,

"What do you mean..."

"You talk about the girls. You barely are keeping up with your father's books and-"

"Who's doing better than me, huh!" banging his fist on the table,

"Eleanor fuck..." Tommy growled, holding onto the sheets, she was in pure bliss, from the way his hips met every thrust and how he was so tender and gentle yet rough when she wanted it, she wasn't letting this one go. She just couldn't. "Don't stop!" she nearly screamed, her legs beginning to shake. Tommy's hips sputtered as he pulled every moan that he could out of her. If he could, he'd burn this moment into his memory until the day he'd die, "I know you've got one more in ya, love," he cooed as she nodded, the feelings of butterflies fluttering around in her stomach unraveled, and she was now seeing the gates of heaven. "Tommy fuck me," was all she could mutter amongst other curses as she hit the peak of her climax.

Tommy followed suit, and the two started to come down from their highs, Eleanor reaching out towards him, "Leaving so soon?" she asked, the ache in her eyes returned,

"Didn't think you'd want me to stay..."

"You gave me the best I've ever had, and you think I want you to leave," she laughed, "You're really dense..." she took a deep breath. As Tommy sat back on the bed, he noticed something on her dresser,

"We're not going to make this habit are we?"

"Well, you'd have to court me first," Eleanor scoffed. Tommy held her hand, kissing the back of it, his eyes looking into hers,

"How about after the war," he said as he finished getting dressed,

"Fine..." she sighed,

1919

"Are you ready to go yet?" Andre asked, watching her straighten out her orange ankle-length dress. "Just waiting on Claudette." Eleanor sighed, fiddling with the pocket watch in her hand,

"I look stupid... Why can't I dress like Virginia..."Claudette frowned, brown eyes glassy like a baby, "Or like a Shelb-" she covered her mouth as Andre looked at her,

"Like a what..."

"We're going to be late," Eleanor said, placing her pistol in her garter and the watch in her purse. It had been a while since they'd been back in England, yet Eleanor had one man on her mind. Walking up the stairs was Tommy Eleanor was sure of it. From how he walked by and those blue eyes, she could never forget, "Tom!" she shouted. Tommy turned to see the voice that called out his name. Low and behold, "Elle..." he looked at her, a lovesick grin on his face,

"You forgot something back in 1915..." running towards him, placing the watch in his hand,

"Seems I still owe you a date,"

"Will the derby do?"

"I don't see why not."

[hyzenthlayroseart]

A drawing similar to that one I did of Franklin with his siblings and parents but this time it's Harriet and her parents (she was an only child).

Harriet's father Augustus was the opposite of Franklin's father Cornelius. While Cornelius was stern, cold and abusive, Augustus was jovial, friendly and a loving father and husband. Harriet's mother Eleanor wasn't as boisterous as her husband she was still a very friendly and loving woman (again, unlike Franklin's own cold and unaffectionate mother Prudence). Harriet herself has more of her mother's personality.

Cornelius and Prudence found the Williams obnoxious, however they had good money so they agreed for Frederick and Harriet to marry. Franklin and Harriet had had crushes on each other since childhood so of course their courtship went well and they ended up married and became wonderful parents to Eileen and Darla.

[themnmovieman]

Movie Review ~ Lumina

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LUMINA Sci-fi horror - trailer and reviews

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Practice English

Eleanor Williams, 22, was brought up in a large stone-built semi on Walney Island by her mother, Allison Johnston, and her stepfather. — Read on www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-11862319/amp/Who-rape-fantasist-Eleanor-Williams-family-story.html

[aylasology]

Every time I see a queer woman I go yipee and jump ten feet in the air

[avengerdaisy]

[teeth-haver]

John Kramer’s adopted children update.

[thewritehag]

Michael Schur created the Good Place and just released a book on philosophy, particularly the teachings he found the most interesting. The audiobook has him as the main narrator, but Todd May (professional philosopher) and the main cast of the show also read for it. I'm not far at all in it, barely chapter two, but I can tell you this: Ted Danson needs to do more voice work.

And evil laughter

[aliypop]

A Little Friendly Advice

Word Count:

Warning: Show violence and language Suggestive themes,

Writers Note: This is my first time writing Alfie so I hope I did okay getting him down pack

Pairing: OC x Canon

( Eleanor Williams ) / Alfie Solomons (Platonically )

Plot: When Eleanor Williams decides to have tea with Alfie Solomons in Camden Town over a business proposal Alfie realizes she came for advice rather than business

Taglist:

@shelbydelrey

@runnning-outof-time

@herosneednotapply

"So you came to boast to me about raisin fuckin whiskey prices of me heh…" Alfie said, sipping Earl Grey tea from his cup, "It's not that I'm raising them-" "Don't give me the King's fuckin English, Nora. You know it pisses me off…" he responded as Eleanor sighed. She was always the one to be sent to Camden Town to talk to Alfie, yet for once, she didn't hate it, "I ain't raisin any fuckin prices of a ya Alf, just 'ear me out would you," batting her beady little hazel eyes, "Fine, but if I don't like it, pray that God does… You know I'm a religious man, so if God don't like it I-" "I just want you to raise the prices a little on The Shelby Limited accounts, is all." "First off, you fucking cut me off, so that was rude. Two, do you want Tommy Shelby, me best mate, to kill me," Alfie leaned in, that annoying gleam in his eyes that she hated so much from him, "Oh, you should get better friends…" she laughed, "And, no, I just want to kinda…" "Use your words, Williams…" "I just want to get him to trust me…" she mumbled as Alfie laughed, not at her but in disbelief, thinking that she could get a horse-like man like Tommy Shelby to trust her, "Lead 'em in with Cigarettes Whiskey then, dear," adding more sugar to his cup, "But whatever you do, don't trust em…" "That's what he said about you…" "And you didn't fuckin listen to 'im," "Why would I listen to the two-timing beautiful blue-eyed 'andsome devil of Small "eath who I'd give anything to be pushed up against a wall and kissed by-" "Bloody hell Eleanor if your skin wasn't already fuckin red, you'd be a freshly boiled lobster," Alfie said, nearly spitting out his tea, her tawny-colored skin blistering with the sensation of embarrassment, "I'm just trying to partner up with The Shelby Company…" she groaned as Alfie stared at her, "Either I'm going fuckin deaf, or I'm hearin you got a thing for Tommy?" "Me? 'ave a thin for Tommy Shelby, please." rolling her eyes as he took her tea cup from her, "Nora, God don't like liars, an besides, you can do so much better with any other bloke that ain't Thomas fuckin Shelby…" "But have you ever seen him…" she bit her lip, Alfie taking in the show before him, finding the situation humourous, "He's just so…" "Rotten?" "Seductive…" "Eh, he's a dog." "He's handsome." "Ever looked at Arthur. Now that's handsome…" "He's wise," "About fuckin horses…" "Alfie!" "Listen, Nora. I don't know what the hell it is you see in him, but A little friendly advice." "Yes,"

"Hope I'm not late, Solomons…" "Be careful…" he whispered as Eleanor looked up at Thomas. Alfie saw the sparks between them fly faster than a bomb during the war, "Ms. Williams…" "Mr. Shelby…" she walked towards him, "Still on for our meeting later?" "Of course…" he eyed her up and down as she walked out the door. Alfie was impressed. "I assume you two are gonna fuck." "How long did it take you to come up with that one, Alfie…" "Not long at all…" he laughed, "Not long at all…"

[where-our-stories-start]

[burningvelvet]

me and who

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Joan of Arc Praying - Eleanor Fortesque-Brickdale // Joan of Arc - William Etty // Strangers - Ethel Cain

[luvrloki]

father daughter duos that will make me cry uncontrollably and be the only thing i think about for the rest of my life? sign me up!!!!

[worldgonewrongpod]

Hey y'all- we have officially launched World Gone Wrong! It would mean a ton to me if you would go check out this show- we've have been pouring our heart and soul into it over the past six months.

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