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tagged by the lovely @norashelley to fill out this questionnaire. Thank you for tagging me!

NAMED AFTER SOMEONE? My middle name, Lida (pronounced LIY-D-ah) is from my grandmother. I think I am named after my aunt Antonia though. 

LAST TIME YOU CRIED? I think a week or two ago. Pretty vulnerable to open up about this, but I guess I will. I got upset because I was talking to a girl I was into and she ghosted me. It happens to me often for no apparent reason. Guess people don’t want the same things as me or there are other variables. 

DO YOU HAVE ANY KIDS? No thank god haha. I don’t want kids either. I actually have never wanted them tbh. Not many people understand it, but I have never had a loving interest in children. Plus, I know how much work and money they cost. This sounds heartless, but I just never have wanted them. I am certainly a nurturer, but I want to be a dog mom haha. 

DO YOU USE SARCASM ALOT? Generally, no I don’t. I am a pretty literal person. Sometimes I do use it depending on the person I am talking to. But overall, not often. 

WHAT’S THE FIRST YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? 100% their eyes. It’s usually that or what their facial expression is. 

EYE COLOUR? - Light brown sorta like honey

SCARY MOVIE OR HAPPY ENDING? - I think I have seen maybe five scary movies in my life. Maybe less than that to be honest haha. So I’d prefer a  happy ending much much more. 

ANY SPECIAL TALENT? I can keep a good beat. I know this sounds annoying and I don’t do it with just anyone because I know that most people might not want to hear tapping. But I tap to music in the car and my mom just recently told me that I missed my calling to be a drummer. And I said that I could always do it as a hobby. 

WHAT COUNTRY WERE YOU BORN IN? USA

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Listening to music, working out (usually jogging, weights, or hiking), watching movies, sometimes playing video/board games, being around nature, and photography. 

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? I have one dog. She’s a crazy beast sometimes haha. Definitely have to spend time getting her energy out each day. 

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY / HAVE YOU PLAYED? I was on a swim team, for a couple of years, as a child. I also did gymnastics when I was younger. Once in a while, I might throw around a basketball but I am not skilled or anything haha. 

HOW TALL ARE YOU? I am 5′3 and 1/4. Yeah I am gonna count that fourth lmao. Having my dad’s short side of the family, the genes weren’t too good to my sister and I.  

FAVOURITE SUBJECT AT SCHOOL? English or Science. 

DREAM JOB? Not sure tbh. I would love researching the lives or examining the brains/body systems of LGBTQ people. My community is so interesting to me. I want to understand how we work. How attraction works-even with all kinds of sexualities. I would also just love to be an activist for LGBTQ people and help with whatever I can. I will have bachelor degrees in psychology and gender and women’s studies this coming summer so I was thinking of becoming a gender and sexuality therapist. 

If you guys wish to respond, I am gonnna tag: @olivethomas, @laughingwiththestars, @oldhollywood, @dialnfornoir, @hollywoodlady, @jeannecrains, @katharinehxpburn

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DIAHANN CARROLL Paris Blues dir. Martin Ritt, 1961

[etherealzodiac]

libra, scorpio & sag

[ijustwant2write]

Runaway-Finn Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @dialnfornoir​)

Masterlist

Summary: On her brisk walk home, (Y/N) witnesses a brutal Peaky Blinder attack, attempting to run away when Finn Shelby comes after her, only to sweep her off her feet.

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name 

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Violence, fighting, blood, fluff

                                      *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Come on (Y/N), not even one drink? We won't even make you stay, just the one!" my friend moaned as I denied their proposal of going to the Garrison.

"You said that last time, and I ended up staying until early hours." I laughed.

They all put their hands together as they started begging. I also laughed at this, embarrassed by the attention that was suddenly on us.

"No, seriously. I have to be good with money this month. Thanks to you lot, I'm having to be frugal for the rent."

They sighed."Fine, we won't make you come. But you will be missed. Just get home safe, OK?"

"I will. You too, please don't get too drunk and end up sleeping outside."

"That was one time!"

I shook my head as we giggled, waving goodbye when I turned to walk home. We had just finished work, so it was still relatively light out; I would say it was less dangerous to walk alone, but we did live in Small Heath. Yawning after the long, boring shift, I adjusted my coat around me, trying to keep warm. All I wanted was a good dinner, get cleaned up and snuggle into bed, maybe read a few chapters of the book I had if my eyelids could stay open. I was only in my early twenties and already feeling like an old woman.

Home wasn't far, a good twenty minute walk, which could be a bad thing if it was raining, a lovely stroll if not. I lived in the better part of Small Heath (if there even was one), walking home from work had never been an issue. Until I heard the unfamiliar sounds of desperate begging and crying, as well as thumps and slaps of skin of skin contact. My eyes widened, heart beat accelerating when I realised someone was begging for their life. There was no other way home for me, I had to take this route. What I should have done was turn around to join my friends for that drink, but the natural human tendency to be curious took over. As I cautiously continued my way home, I couldn't help but glance down the alleyway behind a row of houses, spotting four young boys surrounding an older man, who looked like he was being beaten to a pulp by one of them. I froze, having never seen a brawl like this up close. It was as if I were delayed, somehow taking ages to register that I had to leave before they spotted me.

Unfortunately one of their heads snapped up to look at me, tapping his friends on the shoulder, pointing at me as he shouted for them to stop. My legs still wouldn't move, staring at the man who's face was soaked red with his own blood. It wasn't until one of the young men started approaching me that I sprinted away, suddenly terrified about what could happen to me.

I cursed myself for being such a bad runner, as well as the shoes I was wearing. My lungs were working incredibly hard, my throat drying up whilst my mind panicked as it tried to remember which way was home. I let out a scream as the boy grabbed me, crying out in pain when they pushed me against the brick wall. Attempting to scramble out of their hold was useless, they were pushing their whole weight on me, I had no escape.

"(Y/N)?" he said my name.

My eyes widened, realising who had a hold of me. It was Finn Shelby.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? We went to school together. You might not remember me, but we definitely did."

"Of course I remember you! You're Finn fucking Shelby.”

"Oh right."

"Please don't hurt me."

He looked confused."Hurt you? Why would I do that?"

"Well, you're currently pinning me against a wall, and I'm finding it a bit hard to breathe if I'm honest."

He glanced down, quickly pushing himself away from me. I tried to hide getting my breath back, letting out a quick cough. It seemed he wasn't going to hurt me, and he wasn't being sadistic about that phrase either.

"I'm sorry. You alright?"

I slowly nodded, still wanting to be on the safe side.

"I remember you from school. Obviously changed a lot, though I have seen you from time to time."

"Right."

"Look, uh, what you saw back there, I need you to forget it."

"Finn," I was scared to say his name but I did anyway,"you almost killed him."

"You know I'm a Peaky Blinder, right?"

"How could I not? And are you trying to justify what you did?"

"(Y/N), he ran a brothel using children."

"Oh."

"I mean, you couldn't have known that, so I can see how that looks from a different perspective."

"Well, I totally agree with your actions then."

"I still need you to keep quiet about the whole thing."

"Um, of course."

"Where were you headed?"

This was the longest conversation I had ever had with Finn, with a Peaky Blinder. I briefly remember him as a child, you never do have specific memories at such a young age, though I probably played with him during break time.

"Home."

"Let me walk you."

"No, honestly it's fine, it's not far."

"I insist. Part of my apology for scaring you earlier."

"Part of your apology?"

"Yeah, I'm taking you out for drinks tomorrow."

I started thinking I might have been in a dream."Sorry?"

"Do you always act this surprised at what people say? A catch up drink."

"That's alright, really, if you're trying to make it up to me-"

"Come on, just one?"

It was like deja vu.

"If you're busy tomorrow, we can always go tonight. Yeah, you know what? Let's do that instead!"

"No, Finn, really I'm fine."

"I won't take no. Please, it'll be nice, I promise all I'm asking for is a drink."

I felt obligated to go, still in a bit of shock from what happened. But my friends were at the Garrison, if they saw me with Finn they would think I was ditching them, and what would it look like for me to be walking in with a Shelby?! However, I felt bad when I saw how happy Finn was; and even if he tried anything later I would undoubtedly slap him, I wasn't afraid of that (I tried to convince myself). When I agreed, his smile grew even bigger, instantly heading towards the pub.

I was trying to focus on what he was babbling on about, only my mind was preoccupied with the dreaded stares of my friends. That was one fo the worst things you could do as a girl, ditch your friends for a boy. Then there would be questions about how I met him, why didn't I tell them, why didn't I bring him along to drinks etc. I'd look like any other desperate girl that tried to cling onto the arm of any Shelby, desperate for a taste of the dangerous, gangsta life, even if it was just for one night.

As we walked in, I felt sick, immediately spotting my friends on their usual table they always tried to grab. They hadn't seen me yet, so I attempted to hide behind Finn, keeping my head down as we stood at the bar.

Finn was served first before anyone else."Whiskey Harry, and you?"

"Um, wine please."

"Just put them through the window, yeah?"

I was confused when we walked to the private room, it felt like I was trespassing. Though this gave me a good hiding place from my friends, chancing to glance back at them before disappearing. They still hadn't seen me.

Finn casually sat down, looking relaxed. I stood, not sure whether to join him, which was a stupid thing to think when he had invited me.

"Are you going to stand there the whole time?" he chuckled.

I said nothing as I sat down opposite him, not wanting to become trapped in the booth with him. I still wasn't sure what to say once seated, hating that this could become awkward at any second.

"Are you OK? You seem a bit shaken up still." he asked.

"I'm fine." I squeaked out, knowing he could see right through me.

"You're all nervous, what's wrong?" he smirked.

I sighed."My friends are out there."

"Oh, well go tell them to join us."

"No!" I snapped too quickly."Look, I said no to drinks earlier, hence why I was on my way home, and I was scared what they would think or feel if they saw me waltz in with you."

"Don't want to be seen with a Blinder?"

"No, just didn't want them to think I chose a boy over my friends."

He gave me a pointed look.

"And I guess it would seem strange if I suddenly walked back in with a Blinder."

"Why did you say no in the first place?"

"Because money is tight. That was another reason I was hesitant to come, honest."

"You're not paying (Y/N)."

"Oh, Finn-"

"No, because I literally get this stuff for free." the small window into the room opened."Speaking of."

He reached over and grabbed our drinks, handing mine to me before clinking the glasses together. Unlike Finn, who threw the whole drink back, I sipped on my wine, and god was it good. He slammed the glass back down onto the table, letting out a satisfied breath.

"So what have you been up to since school?"

"Well, I've got a job at this clothes shop, you might have passed it but we only deal with women’s clothing, so I doubt you’ve been in. Uh, I actually started there as a shop assistant after I left school, you know, running errands and doing the little things no one else wanted to do. Then they started giving me proper jobs, I’m also a book keeper now and-” I glanced at Finn, realising that I was rambling,“-sorry, I’m talking too much.”

“No, no you’re not.” he chuckled, waving a hand in the air.

“Long story short, I work in a clothes shop. What about you?”

I closed my eyes as soon as I finished my sentence, wincing at my stupidity.

“I didn’t mean, I wasn’t trying to be smart or pry, obviously I know...no I don’t know...”

“You’re cute when you stumble over your words.”

I wasn’t expecting that.“E-excuse me?”

Before things could get any more awkward, the door opened, making us both jump. I felt my heart drop down into the pit of my stomach when I saw who it was, and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me; his brothers were here.

“What the fuck are you doing in here Finn boy?”Arthur asked (if you didn’t know all their names, you had to be incredibly simple).

“Failing to get another bird in your bed?” John smirked.

“Shut up John.” Finn spat.“This is (Y/N), she’s an old friend from school.”

They filtered in. John scoffed.“Surprised you remember anything about school. Have you asked him what five pus five is?”

John and Arthur laughed as they sat down opposite us, Thomas standing besides the window for the drinks. I clasped my hands together as they started to shake out of nerves. I was in a room with the Shelby brothers, the men who ran one of the most feared gangs in England, and I had no clue what to do with myself. 

“Um, I think I should go.” I pathetically mumbled out.

“Don’t be rude Finn,” Thomas said,“show the lovely, young lady out.”

Finn was glaring at his brothers as we stood. I slowed down my steps so I didn’t appear to be running away from them. Finn opened the door for me, and I felt weightless as soon as I stepped out of that room. He followed me out, running a hand down his face.

“I’m sorry about them. They’re just being their usual stupid selves.” he apologised.

“It’s alright, really. Don’t tell them they bothered me or anything because they really didn’t.”

“You don’t have to worry. They won’t do anything to you because we had a drink together.”

“Sorry, just not used to...”

“Meeting a gangster?”

I hummed in agreement.“Yeah.”

“Look, I definitely need to go back in there. But I liked this. Apart from how we bumped into each other.”

“Yes, that could have been different.”

“I would like to do this again though.”

“You would?”

“There you go again, acting all surprised. How about this weekend?”

“I-I’m free this weekend.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at six on Saturday.” he smiled at me, turning to go back into the private room before calling the bartender.“Oh, Harry, another wine for my friend.”

He winked at me, then disappeared into the room. I heard heckling and teasing from his brothers. I could feel that my cheeks were heating up from blushing, though I also couldn’t help but smile. Thanking the bartender for the wine, I quickly took it, freezing when I saw my friends staring at me. Sighing, I took a big gulp of the drink before making my way towards them. This was going to be a longer night than I thought.

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#Repost @dialnfornoir • • • • • • Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart in The Big Sleep (1946) #oldhollywood #filmnoir #classichollywood #vintage #1940s #40s #femmefatale #laurenbacall #humphreybogart #goldenageofhollywood #classicfilm #silverscreen https://www.instagram.com/p/CBm-iB9B4YP/?igshid=15y7ysgqyan9m

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Whatever issues your club may have - we don’t have any goalkeepers left! (1st with a fractured patella, 2nd with a high fever, 3rd with a torn achilles tendon, 4th (U21) with an inflamed pelvic bone.

Benedikt Willert from the U19 will make his professional debut for us tonight. It was a challenge to top that penalty shootout with defender Valentini in goal, aaaber:  #WirSindDerClub)

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Hi! I’m so sorry. I hope this isn’t too much to ask. Would you happen to have a gif of Greta Garbo’s famous line from Anna Christine: “Give me a whisky. Ginger on the side. And don’t be stingy”? I hope it’s not to ask. Anyway, thank you so much for your time! I’ve just heard about that one line over the years. :)

hey! that’s alright :) these were the prettiest ones i found, they were made by dialnfornoir.

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Tagged by @missy-poppins91 hello sweety.

A WARNING! The last sentence i wrote is from a hicsqueak RP that is nsfw/ has sexual content. So if that bothers you I would recommend scrolling right on past this post ☺

"Once they are off she slides her hands back up Pippa's legs and over the pink fabric of her panties, now the only thing that she is wearing."

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Do you know any active old Hollywood blogs I can follow? Thank you.

I’m probably to forget a lot but here are some of my favorites!:

@alla-nazimova @hildy-dont-be-hasty @alwaysmarilynmonroe @wehadfacesthen @classicstardust @summers-in-hollywood @rkoradiopictures @avasgal @oldhollywoodholla @theritahaywortharchive @thecarolelombardarchive @gracepatri @lemme-gypsy @msmildred @sparklejamesysparkle @annsblyth @oldhollywood-glamour @deforest @dialnfornoir

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#Repost @dialnfornoir • • • • • • Sex and the Single Girl (1964) #nataliewood #classicfilm #1960s #vintage #classichollywood #oldhollywood #cinema #60s #goldenageofhollywood #SexAndTheSingleGirl #Vintage #OldFashioned https://www.instagram.com/p/CAUeUsaAdk7/?igshid=1dxihncj2otva

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