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]

Friendly reminder that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle planned on writing that Moriarty only hired Moran for self pleasure until he found out he served in the army and afterwards hired him as a sniper.

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moriartystailor:

I just love his facial expressions.

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In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it’s stunning how little imagination most people display. —Chuck Palahniuk, Rant 
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teen!jamie + teen!james [closed]

xempressofcrimex:

Jamie slowly followed Jim with her eyes, throwing a soft chuckle in response as he spoke. She never thought that boys his age could act so .. surprisingly sophisticated. Usually all she witnessed from them was an endless amount of lame jokes and remarkably poor behavior, that she could not help but roll her eyes to. Jim on the other hand, sounded immensely contrasting from the usual teenager. The more he spoke - the more curious she grew about him. ‘There were exceptions after all,’ she thought to herself, elegantly placing her hand over his, as he helped her gradually arise from her seat. 

"Oh don’t worry about it - I am not at all picky," she smiled faintly shaking her blonde curls, "I’m used to ‘borrowing’ Mother’s scotch," she explained, "mind her - she drains the bottle as if there were diamonds on the bottom of it." she joked, sighing and allowing her eyes to wander around the room.   

"That behaviour sounds oddly familiar, yes" he replied, shaking his head slightly and leading the way to his father’s cabinet, keeping her hand in his for as long as she allowed it. Jim walked slowly, letting Jamie look around as much as she wanted, since the library was also the teen’s favourite room anyway. He felt comfortable in there. Safe. 

Jim remained silent for a little while, focusing his attention on the softness of her hand and on how the energy in the room shifted every time she spoke. It occurred to him that behind all that politeness and elegance there was something else. Something intense and raw and pretty much explosive. Jamie seemed strong, and Jim thought for a fleeting moment that it might be interesting to do something stupid just to see how she was when she got angry. The truth was, though, that he didn’t want to ruin the -so far- good chemistry between them, so he decided against being a twat. He surely would get a chance to see other sides of Jamie, right?

Once they arrived to the liquor cabinet Jim turned to the girl and gave her a mischievous grin before opening it with the small key he kept in his pocket, stepping aside so that she would get a better view. There were several types of whiskey, absinthe, vintage russian vodka, brandy, special editions of rum. Everything expensive and unique, of course. “See something you like, milady?” Jim purred playfully, leaning against the furniture and fixing his eyes on her once more.

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hermitgraverobber:

"I find things and sell them.." Jewelries that belonged in graves and mausoleums mostly, some vintage clothes and accessories that he stole from the dead.
"Sit please." Alex pointed at a chair, the ‘guest chair’ as he called it. "There’s leftover broth."

The man hesitated for a second but finally sat down, trying not to cringe or seem uncomfortable. “I’m not hungry, thank you” he replied immediately, shaking his head and giving Alex a polite smile. There was no way Jim was going to eat something that had been prepared… there. He could imagine the rats using the pot as a swimming pool. “I can see, Alex, that your little bussiness is not very profitable, is it?” Jim asked, glancing around. Even if the man had some sort of emotional reason to keep living in that house, Jim imagined that, had he been earning a decent amount of money, he would at least keep the place in a decent, clean state.

hermitgraverobber:

"I find things and sell them.." Jewelries that belonged in graves and mausoleums mostly, some vintage clothes and accessories that he stole from the dead.

"Sit please." Alex pointed at a chair, the ‘guest chair’ as he called it. "There’s leftover broth."

The man hesitated for a second but finally sat down, trying not to cringe or seem uncomfortable. “I’m not hungry, thank you” he replied immediately, shaking his head and giving Alex a polite smile. There was no way Jim was going to eat something that had been prepared… there. He could imagine the rats using the pot as a swimming pool. “I can see, Alex, that your little bussiness is not very profitable, is it?” Jim asked, glancing around. Even if the man had some sort of emotional reason to keep living in that house, Jim imagined that, had he been earning a decent amount of money, he would at least keep the place in a decent, clean state.

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Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer.
Tyler never knew his father.
Maybe self-destruction is the answer.
Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
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the-detectives-blogger said, Jiiiiim Sherlock is BOTHERING me again. JW

How surprising. I thought you knew how to deal with him, since you know him /so well/. -JM

[delayed] I’ll be there. -JM

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hermitgraverobber:

Alex was trying to hold back his strength and not push him inside, though he wanted to grab the man and lead him around like he often did with the ones that were dead.
"Yes. All by myself and the ratties and sometimes by guests… they’re very quiet."

Jim finally entered, being careful not to touch anything or let his suit accidentally brush the walls. “Guests” he repeated absentmindedly, wondering what kind of friends would this man have in the first place. “I don’t mind to be rude, merely curious; what do you do for a living, Alex? If anything, that is.”

hermitgraverobber:

Alex was trying to hold back his strength and not push him inside, though he wanted to grab the man and lead him around like he often did with the ones that were dead.

"Yes. All by myself and the ratties and sometimes by guests… they’re very quiet."

Jim finally entered, being careful not to touch anything or let his suit accidentally brush the walls. “Guests” he repeated absentmindedly, wondering what kind of friends would this man have in the first place. “I don’t mind to be rude, merely curious; what do you do for a living, Alex? If anything, that is.”

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mollyinthespidersweb:

thecharmingkiller:

mollyinthespidersweb:

Hey let’s put a squiggle on a dot to mean I’m confused like
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Why did they do that why does
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Mean question !???
Why does !? Mean important question ?! I don’t know this shit fuck me

:P

Best post from last night. Today: fuck my life, hangover edition.

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watch what we are watching (this is lynn)

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