By Order of the Peaky Blinders

I may have a thing for Tommy Shelby, the fictional 1920s Birmingham gangster from the show Peaky Blinders. Not the actor Cillian Murphy, mind you. Just the character. Like... yeah. It's bad. I only allow myself to watch the show when I'm on the treadmill because Tommy Shelby is basically my carrot on a string.

Me: I just burned five hundred calories. And watched another episode of Peaky Blinders.
Hubs: Wow. And then did you rub one out?
Me: I mean...
Hubs: Were you even on the treadmill?
Me: All I said was I burned five hundred calories.




Just a few pictures to illustrate my point...

Aquaman

We're discussing my crush on Tommy Shelby when Hubs starts asking about other actors.

Hubs: What about Jon Snow? Isn't he every woman's dream?
Me: Meh. He's attractive, yes, but whatever.
Hubs: Aquaman? What's his name?
Me: Jason Momoa? [I surprise myself by following his name with an uncontrollable feral growl]
Hubs: [jumping back] Good lord. That came up from your soul.
Me: It was, um, farther south than that.
Hubs: That sound didn't come from your mouth at all, did it?
Me: Nope. Just opened it so I wouldn't look suspicious.