Gun Metal And Daisies (Thomas Shelby)

Gun metal and daisies (Thomas Shelby)

Description

Dorothy Monroe is a petite woman with a heart too big for her chest. She's pure, kind, she looked at the world and determined all the colours of nature were miracles and needed to be remembered.

She's loved photography ever since her father brought a camera home and even had a gift with the newly designed lenses ever since she could wrap her small hands around the clunks of metal.

Thomas Shelby: gangster; and war hero; he reads the devils script as if it were the morning newspaper - the list will go on. I don't need to say much more, you already know him.

The Shelby family, as part of Tommy's expansion plan, bought a large area of the woods on the outskirts of Small Heath, far away from the Birmingham smog, there they built safe houses and kept heavy machinery; maybe even once they kept a large crate of stolen guns, supposedly belonging to the Government.

Unbeknownst to Dorothy, who stumbled around the woods (a bulky camera in hand), she had explored the woods many times, taking photos of all the things that shined bright enough, but had never come across the peculiar buildings that held many dangers.

That is, of course, until she knocks upon one of the doors, ready to give an earful to whoever had built over this precious patch of land, only to come face to face with one Thomas Shelby.

-loosely follows the plot of season 1-

*disclaimer* I do not own the Peaky Blinders or any of Steven Knights characters, only the story of Dorothy and her own plot line.

This trope is cliche and overused, but idc, I like it.

My Chemical Romance - Planetary (GO!)

Remus: I'm an artist!

James: *walks by eating a sandwich* The art of self-loathing doesn't count.

Remus: Everyone's a critic.

you know what? im gonna go ahead and say it

the area 51 raid is the closest thing we're ever getting to an irl Danger Days

how the HELL is Frank supposed to reach HIGH standards

Jamia: I have high standards.

Frank: *smiles*

Jamia: Oh no! He’s meeting all of my standards!

Steve Harrington was in my room (wearing the sailor uniform) braiding a little boy's (very long) hair. I have no idea who the boy is, but in the dream he was Steve's brother. At one point Steve went to my bathroom and ran back to the boy, telling him they should run. The boy asked why and Steve said, in Aladdin's voice, "Trust me." I was basically a camera following them. Very dramatically, I (the camera) zoomed in on the bathroom, where the demogorgon was either looking at itself in the mirror or taking a shower, I don't remember.

Meanwhile, Steve and the boy ran out of my apartment and slammed the door shut. They entered the elevator where they found my cousin, we'll call her Sarah. I haven't seen, talked to, or thought about Sarah in years. Apparently in the dream she was Steve and the boy's big sister. She was very annoyed when Steve tried (and failed) to press the correct button to go the ground floor. She finally pressed it for him and asked him (in Arabic, by the way) why he was in such a rush to get downstairs. He explained (in English) that there was a creature that he thought was a bear in the bathroom upstairs, who he was also sure was going to kill them.

At this point, I (asleep) was getting very scared. Banging was coming from upstairs. The elevator shook. I was shook. Then I woke up, breathing heavily and scared out of my mind.