#London Gangster

[starrysharks]

early design for my sister and i's comic project "bites n' bribes" - a comedy about a group of gangsters starting a restaurant as a money laundering front

[goblinpuppy35]

David Thewlis

London Boulevard - 2010

Part 1 / ?

[53v3nfrn5]

Cornelia Parker: ‘The Fourth Estate’ (2008) photos originally taken at Reggie Kray's funeral, 11th of October (2000)

[anaamaya]

They are outstanding! 😎🥃💯

[xxgloss93]

Cench

[the-busy-ghost]

Minor throwaway sentence in a book on corruption I've just finished was talking about 1930s gangsters and about certain organisations in Chicago which the author stated were more ethnically diverse than the Italian mafia, and whose members were said to have included 'Irish, Welsh, Italian, and Jewish' gangsters.

Now call me sheltered but I've seen MANY Italian American gangsters immortalised in film, I've heard of the Jewish mob, and the police Irish American gangs but I have yet to see a movie about the Welsh mob. As a rule I don't go in for gangster movies but I feel there's an unfilled niche here and also I need more info.

[soupy-sez]

London Posse – How's Life in London (1993)

[magnificentgentlemenkingdom]

Clone cards

[vidvix]

Gangsta | Chapter 1

img credit: @nexttopbadbitch

Chapter One "The Peep Show" *Cue the most infamous scene from Belly 1998*

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

Devanté and his entourage hustled into the club watching the crowd part like the red sea, Their eyes glowing in the red lights, His shades tilted on his nose as he carried the briefcase containing thousands of dollars and cocaine in the other. His baggy leather clothes concealed him as he looked for his target and his eyes on the prize. One of the dancers stopped dancing as she seen Devanté pull up behind her, His presence identical to a black panther. The look of fear covered her face as she watched him slam the case onto the table and pulled a gun out. The glock sat comfortably on the man's forehead as he stared at Devanté's empty hand. The mission was to trade his supply in for more money and a key to escape. The man scoffed as he looked through the case and sniffed the coke making sure it was pure and not a false batch. His hands trembled as he counted the cash and put the respective bills in the right case making sure everything's right. Devanté gestured for his member to check after him. His glowing eyes focused on the trigger and wanting to release it so bad.

The member gave him the thumbs up and closed the cases.

"See how simple that was." Devanté chuckled "All you had to do was have my shit and not have me sitting here trigger happy. You're lucky your brains are still in your head, Nigga."

He whipped the man with his glock and left the scene distraught. Gasps left people's mouth as he walked past them and out the double doors to his car. Devanté hated when fools played with his money and acted dumb in process.

Tommy stood leaning against the building wall watching Devanté get into his car, Her cuban cigar blowing heavy clouds of smoke out her mouth as she observed his every move. The red cowboy hat on her head covered one eye letting him know that she's always watching. Devanté nodded to Tommy before speeding off in his cinnamon red mustang convertible. He knew who ran this block and what properties was his. Tommy owned all of red light district, Anything related to it belonged to her on the spot. Building or not, Her hands were already on it. The same block where she used to street walk on before she gained an interest in the drug trade and made a name for herself. "King Tommy" is what they called her due to her power over every pawn in her possession. Rather you were apart of it or not, Tommy found a way to make your ass useful.

On the other side of the city, Imani was throwing glass bottles in an empty parking lot with friends and drinking at the dead of night. She was supposed to be home before the streets light came on but she didn't care what happened to her. Imani hated living in that house, She'd do anything to get out of it. That included overdosing, running away, committing a crime, couch surfing, Anything to keep her from the house. Imani wasn't very book smart but she's street smart, She knows how to find her way around without a cellphone or map insight. Ever since she dropped out during her last year of high school, She spent that time exploring the streets and meeting all types of people including her biological mother who drugged herself to death. Imani wasn't surprised her mother was a crack whore, She always knew something was wrong with her but she didn't know what.

Both her and Devanté had something in common, Which is having a bad influence at a young age leading to them being just like their mentor. Except Imani is sheltered while Devanté was not and had to find his own way of finding a place to stay.

"Working for the money is better than begging for it." Devanté often tells himself when he looks in any mirror before he leaves anywhere.

His entourage all had lives outside of the business but never spoke about it. K-ci & Jojo live together taking care of their sick father and Dalvin struggled with mental health but never showed it because he didn't want to be a burden to anyone or himself for bringing it up. He just takes his meds quietly while taking care of business behind the scenes. There was an incident where he tried to take himself out due to the pressure he felt from their last mission and how bad it affected him, Having to see that poor man die for his greediness leaving his family behind. Dalvin can still hear that gunshot in his dreams but it was always him in front of the gun instead of that man.

the adrenaline rush Devanté gets from these high speed chases sometimes make him aroused with the thought of it. He loved the feeling of a gun in his hand and pure coke in his nose before a mission. It made him stronger and better than without it. His eyes sitting low and his gold grills sharp like fangs when he "recharges" himself. K-CI described him as some type of energy monster when it's task assignment time.

"What's mine is mine and what's yours is yours."

He always alluded to that but he meant that statement when told to anybody, He does it out of love as he calls it. Devanté calls himself the black mamba meaning no one is getting through him, Positive or not. He once made a man eat literal dog shit for messing with his supply and killing his dog, Wasn't that man's brightest moment in the moment. All the things people say about him were indeed true. Yes, He has a shop on the black market. Yes, He's killed people for fun. Yes, He's a drug addict. All that at the age of nineteen, Some kid he is. It's all thinks to his father that once lived but died an ugly man for his actions and crimes against others. Devanté will soon be just like him or worse if he keeps playing these silly games and putting his life in danger.

His ex girlfriend, Tris Tiber, wanted him out the game to protect him for getting into more trouble than he's already in. He treated her like shit but she stood by his side from thick and thin when it wasn't needed. That one day, She decided to say "Fuck you!" and packed her shit and left. Her wardrobe changed from the black leather aesthetic she dawned with him to a spunky metallic one, She allowed herself to show her freedom through her clothes and makeup. Once dark eyeshadows and red lipstick to silver eyelids and clear lip-gloss. Known for her sweet innocence, Tris seen some shit and took that trauma for a bigger and bolder personality. She stopped taking shit from anyone and stood for herself. Devanté tried to tie her down and hide her from the world, He failed in the making when he tossed her to the streets and left her to fend for herself. Tris took that sign and began working for Tommy Monroe, She'd be assigned as the acrobats, seductive siren, and the sniper. 

"Keep yo five dolla shit and get from mine." She warned as she slapped the hands off her hips inside the club. 

Her eyes followed Devanté to the back, She noticed he started wearing his shades again and slicked his hair back. The devil as she deemed him, The reason she turned to the dark side instead of leaving it all behind. Watching him pistol whipped that man, Shifted something in her brain chemicals. Tris pushed the man's head out the way and hopped off the stage to witness the rest of the scene. Her tassels shined in the light as she crossed her arms and detected the supply tossed on the table. That pearl powder glowed in her sight wanting her to take a sniff but she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was so tempting but she had to stay clean for the next round of tests coming up soon. Tommy would have her killed if she caught her taking their substances from clients. 

Those tests were not to be played about, It was all about focus and determined minds. Tris passed majority of her test up until the recent one for taking out her enemy. That man moves like water flashing past her eyes before she could see him. He had her pinned against a wall and took the caliber off her as she struggled to fight the heavy set man off. She returned to the headquarters defeated with an empty holster and ready to be lecture about her needing to work on her weight game. Tommy told her if she couldn't push a heavy set man off her, She'd be back on the streets looking for money and nowhere to go. Tris had one goal on her mind and that was to kill Devanté where she could have him cornered and stuffed in the back of trunk going to the middle of nowhere.  

[mariocki]

William Hartnell guests as a gangland boss and leader of London's underworld, Joss Crawford, in the pilot episode of Dial 999: The Killing Job (1.1, ABC, 1958)

[goblinpuppy35]

David Thewlis

London Boulevard - 2010

Part 3 / ?

[juliehowlin]

The Kray Twins

Ronald and Reginald Kray were born in Haggerston, East London. Their parents were Charles David Kray and Violet Annie Lee. The brothers were identical Twins. Reggie was the oldest by ten minutes.

10 things you might not know about the Kray Twins:

[themightycaz]

After spotting Our Boy in a couple of old 90's Brit TV dramas I confess I went on a bit of a "Thirst Hunt" cuz OK, whilst we all love sexualizing that old man I have to say 30something Andy Serkis is equally tasty IMHO.

And I found this:

Took a few stills because even with the pencil mustache I absolutely would.

[pleasebringmeatrout]

Think I may just devote my Tumblr to posting weird shit I've found on getty images. Have a picture of Judy Garland with the Kray twins.

[melanie-amaya60]

Joe is brutal! 😎💥👌

[piratekenway]

Starrick’s son, Jacob, is far more active in London’s social life than his father. According to Henry, he’s active in the Templars as well, has been since he turned nineteen. By all accounts, he’s something of a disappointment to his father, a layabout who prefers to participate in fight clubs than ensure the Templars’ hold on the city remains as solid as ever. “Still, I’ve seen him in those clubs,” says Henry. “I would not underestimate him, he’s still a trained Templar.”

“I won’t either,” says Evie. Even now, as she watches Jacob glad-handing his way through a party held in his father’s company’s honor, she can see how deftly he moves, how his charm masks the quick way his fingers dart in and out of people’s pockets. A thief, and one who does it for the sheer challenge of it.

She isn’t here for him. Tonight, she’s here to break into the records Starrick keeps at this location. Starrick himself is out of London for the moment—Henry’s sources place him somewhere in India right now—and that’s the only reason why she’s even risking this. If she can find something related to the Piece of Eden here, then this trip will be well worth the risk.

And if she can find any scrap of information at all on her twin brother, missing for so long now…

She shakes her head. Focus on the mission, Evie, she tells herself. Likely, her Jacob died in Elliotson’s care, or perhaps is still there at the asylum, one more patient among many, a madman or a vegetable. Sharp, needle-thin claws dig into her heart at the very thought of it, but—realistically, that would’ve been what happened. Her brother had been ten, after all.

She breathes in, then out, then unclenches her fist. Her fingernails leave crescent-shaped marks on her palm.

The mission first.