Staying Alive... so boring, isn't it?

If you don't know who I am, you probably shouldn't be here. If you do, I hope that whatever you have to offer is worthy of my time. In either case... don't bore me.

[RP blog for Jim Moriarty, from BBC's Sherlock. PLEASE read the 'Rules' page! :)

Tracking: jamesfuckingmoriarty]
mollyinthespidersweb:

Everyone needs to listen to this shirt

Most relevant shirt for tumblr :P

mollyinthespidersweb:

Everyone needs to listen to this shirt

Most relevant shirt for tumblr :P

5 notes8.2710:34 PM

shady-brain-farm:

AU: Sherlock and John meet through a pen-pal scheme between university students and military soldiers.

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mollyinthespidersweb:

jamesfuckingmoriarty and I.

My bow rules the world. Period

mollyinthespidersweb:

jamesfuckingmoriarty and I.

My bow rules the world. Period
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Andrew Scott photographed by Charlotte Salter for Topman GENERATION.

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John Watson ➙ my autobiography

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How beauteous mankind is—

moriartytheyounger:

Frequently, his brother’s smiles simultaneously had the effect of making him very nervous and very pleased with himself, in eerily equal parts. He was never sure which sensation was more suitable, either. He wrinkled his nose and batted at the smoke as it was blown in his face, coughing a bit as he made the mistake of inhaling. “I don’t exactly have a tail, James.” But he wasn’t terribly far off. That part Jim did know wasn’t something to brag about. He’d scarcely leave his brother alone if he had a chance - which their parents’ holiday had given him, in this instance.

The arm around his shoulder almost drowned out the dread that crept up his throat at James’ suggestion, and he barely caught himself shaking his head. “Do you even know how to pick a lock? And… And anyway, won’t he find out when he gets back?” Largely about the liquor, Jim imagined. After all, you could re-lock a door after you picked it, surely. Following the rules was something that Jim didn’t think twice about more often than not - until his brother was involved, in which case he was eventually as obliging to break them, so long as it meant even a brief moment of something like this. James was hardly the sort of brother, the sort of person, you went to for praise, anyway.

"We can’t just go and look through his office; what’s it matter what he was up to, anyway?" Jim had little interest in their father’s work, much less his liquor. James, evidently, had other ideas about that.

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Of course I know how to! I spend my time learning useful things, my dear” he said cheerfully. “Oh, come on. We’ll leave everything as it was. Except for the alcohol, but I doubt he’ll remember how much of each bottle he had left before leaving by the time he comes back” James said dismissively. The embrace between the brothers was gone as suddenly as it had started, with the older teen moving to put out the cigarette and going through one of his drawers until he found a bunch of clips. 

"See? You’re doing it again. Getting all whiny and objecting everything I say. But you said that if I came up with something you’d do it, so you can’t back off now” James announced, looking at him very seriously as he placed the clips in his pocket. “Besides, aren’t you curious? What can be so important and secret that he has to lock it from us? I want to find out.” He walked to the door and turned to look at Jim with a questioning expression. “Are you coming or not?” It’s not like the other had a choice, really. If he said no James would insist forever until he changed his mind, but he suspected Jim wouldn’t refuse for long anyway.

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How beauteous mankind is—

moriartytheyounger:

Normally Jim could totally find better things to do than go to James. It just so happened that James was the only thing he wanted to be around. Which Jim was increasingly sure they both knew - since he wasn’t any good at keeping his own secrets. He let himself sag against the doorframe, the door still open just enough to watch James on his bed. Jim’s mouth opened to reply, but he shut it with a wince as his brother’s point was made. No, he didn’t usually look forward to James’ ideas, and yet he asked him to entertain him anyway.

"I’m not a dog, James,” he huffed, but his voice was quiet, his eyes sliding away to watch the door instead. “I don’t… always dislike your ideas.” Not to mention, they normally did them anyway, at least for a short time. But of course, that didn’t lessen the sting of being reminded how little he looked forward to James’ suggestions.

If you think of something, I really will do it, this time.” Possibly not without some kind of complaint, but he would do it. Even if the thought had him shuffling nervously in his place and chewing on his lip.

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James grinned triumphantly and closed the distance between them, carelessly blowing smoke all over his brother’s face. “You’re not a dog but you kind of act like one” he kept teasing. “I’m almost waiting for you to paw at me for attention and move your little tail when I look at you.” He snickered and took another drag of his cigarette, eyes fixed on the younger boy. Yes, he did know that the other one craved for his presence a little too much, always eager to earn his approval, but he normally didn’t put much thought into it. It was better that way, probably. All he needed to know is that his brother’s devotion could be used in James’ favour; the rest -labels especially- was irrelevant.

"I know what we’re going to do" he announced suddenly, wrapping an arm around Jim’s shoulders and pulling him close, a mischievous look on his face. "We’re going to pick the lock to Dad’s office and see what he’s been up to lately. And raid his liquour cabinet, of course" he added solemnly. Their father didn’t want them around there, and James knew it. That’s why the room was locked, after all. In his mind, though, every prohibition turned instantly into an invitation; and it was always funnier to explore in someone else’s company. Especially with Jim, who had an annoying tendency to follow the rules, something James was eager to correct.

5 notes8.247:09 PM

teen!jamie + teen!james [closed]

xempressofcrimex:

Jamie licked her lips, casually crossing a leg above the other, right before flashing him a quick grin; She knew she could get in big trouble for drinking. But she couldn’t have cared less - it wouldn’t be the worst thing she’d ever been caught doing after all. Besides, she grew very curious about the young man, and having a drink or two was the best possible way to get more acquainted. So it was absolutely worth it.

Watching him lean forward, she unconsciously shifted her face closer to his, enjoying all the attention he was giving her. “I don’t see why not.” she agreed, casually raising her brows at him. As much as she loved causing any kind of trouble - especially concerning her mother - she secretly hoped that no one would attempt to disturb their little meeting. At least not until she had the chance to learn a thing or two about Jim and his insightful character.

Jim usually despised other posh kids, since there was something especially irritating for him about people who had endless resources and still chose to be ignorant, stupid or prone to not thinking. He mostly found them shallow and boring. Their attitude only made him less willing to have a social life, and his father’s lectures about how useful it was to have a circle of high-class friends usually went completely ignored by the teen. Jamie, however, did seem different in a way. She was elegant and pleasant, didn’t act stupid at all -at least so far- and her eyes were just… mesmerizing.

He cleared his throat, coming back down to Earth, and stood up gracefully, his gaze still locked with hers. Jim offered the girl a hand and smiled. “I would try to surprise you, but knowing so little of your tastes chances are I’ll mess it up. So if you come with me you can choose your own beverage. My father as a wide selection.”

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hermitgraverobber:

"Alex. Alexander Moore, my house is the-the one over there." Old and in need of some serious maintenance, but Alex somehow still lived there happily.
"Careful with the rats, Jim."

"That’s… where you live? I see." Jim maintained a neutral expression as he examined the old building, though he immediately began to wonder how did Alex manage to live there without getting sick, especially when he mentioned the rats. "You live alone, I assume?"

hermitgraverobber:

"Alex. Alexander Moore, my house is the-the one over there." Old and in need of some serious maintenance, but Alex somehow still lived there happily.

"Careful with the rats, Jim."

"That’s… where you live? I see." Jim maintained a neutral expression as he examined the old building, though he immediately began to wonder how did Alex manage to live there without getting sick, especially when he mentioned the rats. "You live alone, I assume?"

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