#charlie strong

[tommyshelbysdimples]

[demiurgic-aesthetic]

Peaky Blinders // aesthetic

[cillianmurphysdimples]

Further cementing my belief that Charlie is Tommy's father, is that it's Charlie who grabs and holds Tommy in S4 when he stands in the ring and yells that Arthur is dead. It's Charlie! Charlie is his Dad.

Fight me!

[brun00u11]

[peakyltd]

Shelby family meeting

[bearsinpotatosacks]

I've recently realised that I have categories of favourite characters. These include:

Grumpy/sad divorced guy, usually nearing their 40s who doesn't see their kid as much as they'd like, featuring:

Mark Greene (ER), Larry Daley (Night at the Museum), Richie Jerimovich (the Bear), Leonard McCoy (both AOS and TOS)

Dead, featuring Goose (Top Gun), and Mikey Berzatto (the Bear):

Sad women, featuring Carole Bradshaw, Goose's wife, (Top Gun), Max Mayfield (Stranger Things), and Jaylah (Star Trek Beyond):

Grumpy uncle to main/important character featuring Uncle Charlie (Peaky Blinders), and Wayne Munson (Stranger Things):

Guy who needs a fucking break featuring, Ethan Hunt (mission impossible), and Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders):

Objectively horrible teenage boy who I like because of the ⭐ tragic backstory ⭐(who I will call an arse when they come on screen), featuring Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things), and The Delancey Brothers (Newsies):

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Cursed-3 sister series (DeGhants) chapter 5

Violet and Sabrina weave love spells. Serafina heats things up with Luca.

______________________________________________

Chapter 5

   The healers club-Violet

The yard was abuzz with activity much to Charlie’s chagrin. 

He’d warned Violet that the yard was his place of business and that not all his acquisitions had been acquired legally. 

He told her the last time that he ran a scrap yard, not a general store for people to mill about in and look around. Yet, here he stood looking at the que in front of him filled with curious people. He didn’t need that. 

This could draw the police. He tossed his hands up into the air and wildly gestured to all the people milling about. 

She sheepishly looked at him and mouthed a silent apology. He sighed and shook his head at her and rubbed his face in exasperation. 

She felt really bad, truly, he was so introverted. He  wasn't the type that enjoyed being around people too much.

 Curly, her and a few Shelbys for a limited amount of time seemed to be his threshold limit of people he tolerated. 

She’d seen him melting down jewelry and statues the past few weeks.  She said she knew and understood yet there was a linen forming for the two gypsy women who were hawking their spells and medical teas to the entirety of Birmingham. 

He seemed to be up to something. He was stashing money and working twice as hard. The board seemed in good condition and it wasn’t her business why he was working twice as hard to earn money. 

Perhaps it was to purchase his own horse or something. 

She held her breath as he marched towards her head down, he was muttering something in Rokka, she doubted he would intentionally let her hear what he was saying. He was on a mission though. His long legs carried him closer to him swiftly. 

“Violet, we talked about this. You’ll have to take your business out of the yard when I’m busy.” He had addressed her in a common language between their families. She’d been so pleased now that her grandmother had insisted they learn the archaic tongue. Mr Strong, the Shelbys and Grey’s used the language a lot. His tone was gruff but firm. 

She could see the deep dark circles under his eyes now. He needed rest. 

“I’m sorry, it's mostly my fault.” Sabrina Deghant smiled up at him. He shifted on his feet and sighed. Violet hid her smile as Charlie softened around her baby sister. Sabrina’s sweet syrup like nature melted the men of Birmingham. 

“You're the witch that blesses the horses and has my ambitious nephew wrapped around your finger.” His assessment of Sabrina’s witchcraft skills seemed to please the younger women. Her face lit up like sunshine. 

“ And I sell love potions and spells.” She chirped as she held out her dainty clean hand to him.  Charlie looked down at his blackened and cracked hands. 

Violet had been surprised when he flipped his hand open towards her, palm up. That was trusting. His life lines show deep and dark through the cracks. 

How Violet loved watching those strong hands work. 

“Huh, do your little spells work? What if the other person doesn't reciprocate?” His question caught her off guard. It was interesting to her that he was asking. He was a smart man, he preferred to use his hands more than his mind however and he seemed genuinely interested in Sabrina’s work. 

“There has to be a connection between two people or it doesn't work, then I give refunds.” Sabrina honestly seemed to startle the older man. She giggled next to her baby sister. Charlie had known her long enough to know the DeGhant women were anything but subtle. 

“A gypsy that does refunds? “ He shook his head in disbelief. His face was riddled with amusement and confusion.  “Never heard of that before. Interesting business practice.” 

“Because she doesn’t have to give refunds.” Violet winked at Charlie as she said it. She caught him blushing at her cheekiness.  

“Here, try this, wear it around your wrist.” Sabrina grabs his hand without asking and ties the Quartz crystal around his wrist. He glanced down at it with a slight distance causing the women to stifle their mutual laughter.

Here was this tall, muscular dirty man wearing a pink rock around his wrist. 

“It’s a pink crystal.” He said flatley. 

“It’ll bring you luck.” Sabrina grinned and turned to address a paying customer. Charlie exchanged glances with Violet, a silent question with his eyes as if he were asking if her little sister were touched in the head. 

He arched his eyebrow at Violet as Sabrina stood on her tippy toes and draped a long pink quartz on her sister's neck. Sabrina winked at her elder sister.

“Think it looks better on you.” He admired the women before him. Violet felt a sift red flush creeping up on her face and neck. 

“Come on girls, out onto the streets. “ His abrupt command forced them out of the almost soft moment. He led them to the main gate to usher them out onto the dirty streets to hawk their wares and spells. 

He grunted and shoved at the lock to let out everyone onto the street. It refused to budge. He pulled back slightly as violet's soft tan hand slid down his and wrapped gently over. 

She pulled and tugged gently. The lock released, but her hand didn’t move away from his. 

Charlie sucked in his breath. They both glanced down at their entwined state. 

“Then you must have enchanted the gates so only you can open them.” He teased Violet gently, earning a hip bump from her. 

“Something is definitely enchanted.” Sabrina winked at her elder sister as she separated the two of them and walked through the open iron. 

_________________________________________________

Green eye’d mobster

Serefina kept her head down as if she was finding the road interesting as a slick black vehicle pulled up in front of her. 

He’d played her this morning, now it was her turn to seductively torture him.

Her game began once he climbed out and offered her his hand. She tilted her head slightly up, giving him inch by inch of her lovely face profile staring with her pale grey eyes. She smirked as his moss green eyes fell to her plump red lips. 

She had him. 

She extended her black gloved hand into his, she wasn’t surprised when he lifted to his lips and gently placed a kiss on the back of her hand. She hadn’t expected him to gently tilt her hand over to expose her palm. His soft warm lips ghosted over her soft flesh intimately. 

His eyes flashed his anger as they continued their slow gaze up her arm.  She had slipped into the bathroom before coming outside, intentionally pulled her slip out a bit to show off her shoulder and mussed up her hair to mess with him. She knew he thought Sabini’s hands had been roaming all over her. 

He had remained tense in the vehicle for most of the ride home. She’d caught his little glances as she fixed her hair and dress making sure when she adjusted her bodice,  she hoisted up her breasts for his wandering gaze. Serafina wasn’t a small wisp like Sabrina, no she and Violet had gotten blessed in the breasts. 

He looked like a wolf biding his time at the edge of the woods. She caught the glances from him when she’d adjusted herself. 

She wasn’t opposed to him devouring her, after all, she was technically a modern woman. She’d fuck and kiss on the first date if she wanted too. 

The plan had been to go eat at his brother's restaurant and then he’d drop her off. She was surprised however when it blurred in black, gold and red. Luca hadn't attempted to stop.

She arched her black eyebrow at him. He stared straight ahead. He’d changed plans on her, this also wasn't the way to her apartment. 

“Change your mind Changretta?” She teased. His jaw got a little tight, he’d insisted she call him Luca. She planned to, when she was in his bed, underneath him writhing in pleasure. 

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, pretending something outside the window was more important. 

They’d stopped at a town house in the much nicer side of the italian neighborhood. 

Luca Changretta oozed power, money and taste. The outside of his black and gold home was no different. His house lit up like a christmas tree beckoning them inside the gilded cage. 

“Yours?” She mouthed and looked him up and down definitely. He grinned at her and nodded. That grin promised sex and predatory advancements. 

She’d let him fuck a baby into her tonight if asked. She bit her lip and placed her hand in his for him to lead her into his personal space. 

“You're a woman of refined taste and character Serafina, I ain't taking you to the normal places I’d romance a lady.” She smiled, he was taking her home, to his personal and most private space. Interesting move. 

“So you took me to your home? That's presumptuous of you.” She purred at him. 

“Only the best, come on, my brother is inside with his staff. Let me impress you Tessoro.” She’d been surprised when he’d called her treasure. That was quite the close nickname. She didn’t hate it. In fact, her core tightened in response. 

He leads her inside gently guiding her with his hand on her back. 

White marble veined in gold and black decorated the floors and walls, hand carved woods etched in the stairs and wooden furniture. He liked the color red as well.  She's impressed. Hand cut crystal from Italy glittered in all the light sconces and chandeliers. The name had exquisite taste. 

“All imported from Italy, including my staff. Are you impressed?” He’d led her into the dining room. She really looked at him, studying his face just then. He really cared what she thought of him. 

Oh, the man was falling for her and oh so hard and fast. 

“You certainly have exquisite taste.” She didn’t want to embarrass him, not yet , they didn’t have the relationship to joke established. 

“I know. Thought that was obvious. “ His green orbs raked up and down her figure. She smiled  and shot him a sexy smirk. 

He pulled out her chair, choosing to sit next to her and not at the head of the table. Their chair seats were touching, as were they.

A decadent dinner awaited her, he’d pulled out all the stops.  She smiled when he kept asking her to open her mouth so she could taste his dishes. She knew this game. A man had never played it with her though let alone so smoothly.  Lobster, crab legs drenched in butter and pasta and oysters which he seemed to enjoy lining up to her lips and tilting her head back to watch her suck them in between her lips. 

If the food wasn’t  the aphrodisiac then his attention to detail and planning definitely was for her. He could treat a woman that was for sure. 

After dinner he led her into the living room full of warm red velvet fabrics, fur draped blankets and rugs. She smiled knowing full well what this room was actually used for.

“You wanna dance with me Serafina?”  She knowingly took his hand, aware of the double meaning. He wasted no time making his intent known.  The jazz rose and fell drawing out the house noises as she swayed provocatively close to him.  

He started placing his hands higher up the back of her dress leading her into confusion at first until she felt the tug of the corset laces. 

She tried to not roll her eyes when he aggressively pulled at the loops, almost taking her back. 

“I thought I made you promise that you  weren't going to see her dress on his floor tonight.” She goaded him smack at his hand placing them firmly to her side. His eyes got wide and the most beautiful smile graced his chiseled face. 

“I have a feeling that you aint impressed by all the glamor Sera. You're a woman that knows what she likes though.” He leaned in, being a few inches taller than her, her nose rested right in his collar bones. His clean cologne and aftershave invade her senses as his finger hooked into the neck of her dress. He stopped as if asking for permission. 

That impressed her. A man like that was used to getting what he wanted. It was nice to know he could be a gentleman.

“I appreciate your fantastic taste and the glamour is nice Luca, I personally find the man more impressive though.” He kissed her  then and she eagerly returned with heated passion. It had been way too long since she’d had a man.

She  reached back to help him unlace her fully and shuck off her red dress.  

“Don't lose those laces Tessoro, I’m tying you up in my bed with those later.” He replied huskily and hungary as he devoured her mouth.

[violentlyviolettripledecker]

Chapter six of Water and Earth is up!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Tommy Shelby/OFC

Some tags: Pre-canon, Explicit Sexual Content, ACAB, Drug Use, Slow Burn

Read on AO3!

Excerpt under the cut.

The work was hard. They were moving ammunition and the boxes were heavy. She could feel the scabs tearing off her scrapes, but she kept moving. It was the only way to stay warm. She had left Tommy’s coat in his car. Her sweat ran into the scrapes and stung and itched and she was pretty miserable by the time Charlie called a halt.

Curly made them corned beef sandwiches and they sat at their little table eating and drinking.

“I thought you could help Curly with the wagon,” Charlie said, indicating a busted wagon leaning drunkenly in a far off corner. She shrugged. She had helped him before. Curly did most of the work and she just held things as needed. “Give you some rest from whatever’s ailing you. Are you hurt?”

She frowned. She hadn’t thought it was so obvious. “Not bad. It’d be nice to sit for a while.”

“You should have stayed at the office.”

“I told you, I want to come back to the yard.”

“And I told you, only for the day. This is no place for a woman.”

“Fuck that, Charlie. I was out here for three fucking months and you never said anything about ‘no place for women’. What about when those men from Higham were giving me a hard time about being a bluestocking and you punched one of them in the face and threw another in the canal? That didn’t seem like you wanted me gone, then.” She was dismayed to feel the prickle of hot tears behind her eyes and looked down at her empty plate.

[steam-powered-blinders]

Steam Powered Blinders

Birmingham Arrival

Tw: mentions of the automatons getting treated like inanimate objects, vintage! Rabbit, misgendering.

The crates had just been shipped inland, no return address, no markings to identify them and no idea to who they're supposed to go. All that stood on the large boxes was the city's name. Birmingham.

The boxes were shipped through the gypsy river lines because of this strange lack of information regarding them, so obviously on the inland River docks, they had to pop them open to see what was inside.

"You better come see for yourself!" Curly prattled, leading Tommy, Arthur and John to Charlie's yard. "You won't believe me if I just tell you!" He's jittery and Tommy isn't sure why. It seems out of character for the other.

When they get to Charlie's yard, they find Charlie looking worried as well, standing by the stable doors. "What's the matter, Charlie?" Tommy says as he ends up standing beside his uncle. Arthur and John idle a few steps behind the two of them, trying to see out into the yard, as if it may hold the answer.

"You see, Tommy, we got this strange shipment. Three crates with just the city's name on them, nothing else. We opened them to see what it was, and well, three metal men climbed out!" Charlie explained, nodding his head towards the yard.

Tommy had to think about that for a moment. Metal men? That sounded all too familiar. When he follows Charlie's line of sight, his own lands on three familiar faces. That's what he meant by 'Metal men' then.

"Not to worry, Charlie. We know these guys," Tommy says, casual as ever. He lights his cigarette before leaving the small barn and heading over to where three Automatons were seemingly playing. Well, two were playing, the third seemed distracted by their surroundings.

"Spine!" Tommy greets as he approaches them. He's not so sure of the others names, they were in different camps, but he knew Spine the longest. They were in the same unit on the front lines in France. The Spine, pulled from his thoughts, visibly relaxes once he sees a familiar face.

"Sergeant-major, oh thank goodness for a familiar face," The Spine said, stretching out his hand in a friendly greeting. He knew they weren't in France anymore, but he still felt the need to address him by his title.

"Just Tommy is fine. What are you three doing here?" He asks, allowing the handshake as easily as breathing. Arthur and John seemingly have followed him and them talking attracted Rabbit and Jon's attention.

"Okay, uh, Tommy it is then. It seems we've been shipped to the wrong continent," Spine starts, but Rabbit hops up behind him and looking over his shoulder, says, "Yeah, we're supposed to be in San-Diego! This ain't San-Diego!"

"No, this is Birmingham, boys," Tommy answers the obvious. Or was it so obvious to people who have never been there? Who knows.

"Tommy, these are my siblings, Rabbit and The Jon," Spine introduces, gesturing to the two of them as he names them. Rabbit stares at Tommy over Spine's shoulder, but doesn't move, while Jon just gives a smile and a friendly wave.

"Oh, it's just you guys!" Arthur rumbles happily from behind Tommy. John looks a little lost, but Spine happily greets Arthur as well.

"Let's get out of the immediate public and see what's happened for you to end up here," Tommy suggests, throwing his cigarette to the side and turning to head out of the yard. Arthur and John glance between him and the automatons.

Spine shrugs and starts to follow him, Rabbit skeptically following along. The Jon just shrugs and follows after his siblings happily.

"Where are we gonna go?" Spine asks as Arthur and John fall into step at the back of the group.

"To our house in Small Heath. It's not very big, so we'll likely be a bit cramped until we can find a place for you to comfortably stay, but it's better than nothing for now," Tommy answers, lighting another cigarette.

Spine can't help but notice the heavy smoking habit. He hadn't always smoked this much, but ever since the tunnel collapsed..... Well, he can't really blame Tommy for it, really.

Charlie and Curly are left staring in confusion at the backs of the three brothers and the three metal men walking away from the yard, presumably to their home or a pub somewhere.

(Disclaimer, I know Rabbit is trans and I swear I'm not misgendering her to be a dick. This is in 1919, when she still had her vintage look, so they mistake her for a man. This will be corrected in future chapters and/or when one of her brothers is the narrator.)

[evita-shelby]

S4 should've kept Charlie Strong as a relative from Tommy’s mom's side because its not like consanguinity wasn't still a thing in the late victorian era, edwardian and even the 20th century or in their culture as well.

Like they could’ve had Martha Shelby having rejected Charlie because she never saw him in a romantic way and explain why he looks like the shelbys and remained so close to them.

[denimbex1986]

'Cillian Murphy is riding high on the success of Oppenheimer but before he gathered praise for portraying the titular scientist in Christopher Nolan’s WWII thriller, he was celebrated by fans for playing the Tommy Shelby, the World War I vet turned into leader of Peaky Blinders. The period crime drama created by Steven Knight had a successful six-season run and went out on a high note in 2022, but its impact on fans and pop culture lives on.

Funko is celebrating the fan-favorite show with a new line of Peaky Blinder Pops! The collection offers a figure of all the gangs’ senior members and other notable characters, taking on the likeness of their respective actors. The line includes two variations for Tommy along with figures for Arthur Shelby (Paul Anderson), John Shelby (Joe Cole), Ada Thorne (Sophie Rundle), Alfie Solomons (Tom Hardy), Michael Gray (Finn Cole), and Polly (late Helen McCrory). All the Pop! figures are available to pre-order and will arrive next month.

The Legacy of Peaky Blinders

Set in Birmingham in the post-WWI era, Peaky Blinders follows the exploits of the criminal gang, which is loosely based on a real youth gang of the same name who were active in the city between the 1880s to the 1910s. The unparalleled success of the show left an impression not only on pop culture but fans and critics alike. Throughout its run, the show won numerous awards for its direction, story, performances and production design, and also propelled Murphy to global fame. A proposed spin-off movie has been in the talks but there is currently no confirmation or production update. Both Murphy and creator Knight have shown interest in continuing the story of the Shelby family.

Along with the aforementioned cast the series also cast Annabelle Wallis as Grace Shelby, Iddo Goldberg as Freddie Thorne, Ned Dennehy as Charlie Strong, Natasha O'Keeffe as Lizzie Shelby along with Sam Neill, Charlotte Riley, Paddy Considine, Adrien Brody, Aidan Gillen, Anya Taylor-Joy, Sam Claflin, Amber Anderson, James Frecheville, and Stephen Graham across the six seasons.

All seasons of Peaky Blinders are available on Netflix...'

[sunlit-mess]

I can't get enough of this deer

[cillianmurphysdimples]

One Peaky Blinders hill I will die on is that Tommy is not a Shelby. Tommy is a Strong.

The way Charlie looks at him, speaks to him, panders to him - it's different even to how the siblings interact with him. Tommy is a Strong.

Fight me.

[greykolla-art]

Unstoppable villain, meet immovable agent of friendship!

I was wondering in what circumstances Charlie would just OFFER her soul to Al.

And he would short circuit as all his manipulation plans become unnecessary.

Cause Charlie cares about her friends and if they need help she won’t hesitate.

[peakyltd]

Arthur, Johnny, Charlie, Lizzie and Linda

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Wayne Munson 🤝 Charlie Strong

Being moody, 'keeps themselves to themselves' uncles to a misunderstood favourite main/side character who's got a small fan following and not enough content in canon