jimmoriartys

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brainys.

❝   DON’T BE SO BITTER,  DARLING.    it’s unbecoming of you.   ❞   dismissive,  the woman lands herself atop his settee with  smooth finesse.  palms rest atop the single arm,  nails drumming against the cloth.  ❝   you’re much better company when you’re cocky enough to compete with me            is this reign of resentment because i had dinner with the posh boy  ?     ❞

‘  DON’T BE SILLY.   why would i have set you two up if i didn’t want you to   .  .  .   mingle.  ’          his voice was low,  his mind absent.  something on his phone.  information,  no doubt.          ‘  i’ll tell you something   .  .  .   i’ve never seen the lad so depressed.  you really did a number on the sod.  ’          he turned the phone to her,  an unflatteringly papped picture of the glum detective.          ‘  ---like a kicked puppy.  ’

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deducticn.

THE DEVIL smiles like a split wrist ,      tosses salt over his shoulder for luck.     a mess    :     making a mess of the great sherlock holmes’ kitchen     ———–      no use to stop him ,     the crime scene can only be cleaned after a crime has been committed.     poised with practised visage   :     the illusion of patience as nerves pull tight to be played by the cruelest violinist     MORIARTY      //      a spider whose web catches fire in the corners of his mind.       ❛     oh no ,      by all means make a mess of things.      I’d hate to INTERRUPT in a time like this.     ❜

‘  OH,   how sweet of you.  for a minute there,  i thought i was causing a ruckus.  ’          as if it would have stopped him.  moriarty scoured the kitchen,  having already sifted through the lounge before the great sherlock holmes had come home.          ‘  i picked up your mail.  too many takeout menus,  so i threw some away.  actually,  ’          he winced,          ‘  ---there  might  have been a valentines in there too,  but you can sort that out,  i’m sure.  ’          the spider allowed his attention to be taken,  turning to the detective,  pulling down his jacket,  removing the creases.          ‘  so?  i trust you got my   .  .  .   messages.  i tried to make it simple,  but i know how you do love to complicate things.  ’

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2holmes.

     ❛   EAGER TO TEDIOUSLY WALK THROUGH  TEA  AGAIN ,   to waste my time on conversations like these   –   i  have  been told to be more social.  ❜     though jabs at his  atypical  relationship with  the woman  went ignored ,   the detective lifted from his place ,   hands slipping easily into his trouser pockets.     ❛  I WAS UNDER THE ASSUMPTION  there was little fun in showing your cards.  ❜

‘  please,  that’s where all the fun is.  i can’t see the bewilderment on your face,  otherwise.  ’          THEY SHARED A SILENCE,  sharks encircling one another  :   an endless game,  neither one nor the other ever dealing a fatal blow.          ‘  i suppose you’re here about the little clue i left you.  john got it to you alright,  did he?  isn’t he sweet.  ’

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2holmes.

     ❛   BETWEEN BOTH OF YOUR BUSY SCHEDULES ?  ❜     inclination of his head ,   a narrowing of his eyes in accordance with the newfound tone of the conversation   –   almost  playful.     a back and forth between two equal forces.     ❛  PERHAPS A BUSINESS MEETING   would be more interesting.  ❜

‘  STILL DOESN’T EXPLAIN why you’re here,  though.  ’          he chewed and sucked at the gum in his mouth,  almost failing to deign a glance at the detective.          ‘  the naked thing was a one-off,  you know ?   she’s not always like that.  at least when i’m not here.  ’          FACING HIM,  the spider patted at his lapels  :   pervasive.          ‘  HOPE YOU’RE NOT  looking for a ménage à trois.  ’

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2holmes.

      ❛   A BUSINESS MEETING ,   I PRESUME ?  ❜     icy gaze licks the scene ,   slight details not nearly quenching the curiosity of the other’s presence in such a place.

‘  YOU DON’T THINK SHE’S OPEN TO SOCIAL CALLS ?  ’          light oxfords clip and the varnished wood,  a pale finger drawn along the length of a mantlepiece  :   approaching.          ‘  is that just because you’ve never been invited ?  ’

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hey look ive been active

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i live in the american gardens building on west 81st street on the 11th floor. my name is patrick bateman. i’m 27 years old. i believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. in the morning, if my face is a little puffy, i’ll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. i can do a thousand now. after i remove the ice pack, i use a deep pore cleanser lotion. in the shower, i use a water activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub. then i apply an herb-mint facial masque, which i leave on for 10 minutes while i prepare the rest of my routine. i always use an after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out, and makes you look older. then moisturiser, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturising, protective lotion. there is an idea of a patrick bateman. some kind of abstraction. but there is no real me. only an entity. something illusory. and though i can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, i simply am not there.

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notheroics.

     MINOR TREPIDATION  restricted from reigning supreme ,   the detective moved in long strides to his kitchen.     excuse for a kitchen.     hands busy ,   though ears and mind kept busier ,   he stood straighter in response to his company’s constant jabs.     rigid ,   stiff.     ‘ IN THAT CASE ,   if your goal is to  get serious ,   by all means.     so ,   what’s it all  for ? ’     brave.     his grip tightened on a platter littered with that which would normally go unto  welcomed  guests in any other household ;   221B had a penchant for the abnormal.     reacquainting himself with the room ,   sherlock set down his tray ,   first to tend to his opposite before himself.     ‘ SHADOW  –  MIGHT  that allow for me being one step ahead ? ’      buying into the game – his game ,   dancing with the shadows instead of turning off the light and levelling the playing field.     handing the cup down ,   he’d turn to his platter once more. 

❝   not really.  just means you’re doing all the hard work for me.  you set them up and i knock ‘em down.   ❞     their game was tantalising.  one which the spider felt could not be lost.  their infinite loop,  spiralling until one fell from the wheel.  moriarty knew where to put his money.   he took the saucer,  a pale finger hooking into the cup’s handle and bringing its rim to the coy smile that plagued his lips.     ❝   it only gets worse from here,  you know.  no more playing around,  sherlock,  the game’s getting serious now.   ❞     the cup back to its saucer, fingers drumming into his kneecap.     ❝   it’s a matter of life and death.   ❞     a smile, mocking the theatrics the freelance detective was all too fond of.     ❝   the  game  is  afoot,  an’  all  that.   ❞     the suited man slumped into his chair of temporal residence,  attention  reverting  to  the  mutilated  fruit  in his possession.     ❝   so  go  on,  sherlock,  tell  me.  who  would  you  hate  to  lose  the  most?   ❞

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hi my names jay and im a complete dickhead

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                                                            – BRAINY’S THE NEW SEXY.                                                             – HEROES DON’T EXIST.                                                              – I WILL SKIN YOU.                                                              – I SAID ,   FOCUS.

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notheroics.

     A WHIP ,   SLICING THROUGH  stagnant ,   stale air ,   the bow was set by his wayside.     hands then bare instead found each other ,   fingers lacing together whilst his company seemed to make himself so at home in spite of a welcome already expired.     mouth laced shut ,   though his gaze would fixate on pinpoints of the other to hopeless result.     moments of silence followed the conclusion of the spider’s scathing tongue entrapped within its cage of pearly whites.     weight finding the floor ,   and digits unravelling ,   the detective arose from his place ,   footfalls somewhat  gingerly  padding at creaking wooden boards.     FEAR ?     no ,   caution.     ‘ IF YOUR SOLITARY  goal is to pry into my bedroom habits ,   i regret to inform you that you’ve wasted your own time.     the door is firmly open. ’     NO SECRETS ;  but none would dare ,   or  bother.     save for one woman.     THE  woman.

❝   what a dirty little liar.  i know your secrets,  sherlock holmes.  don’t think your private life’s so private.   ❞     the answer came almost  immediately,  a  succinct  desire to demonstrate truth as quickly as  possible.   no comfort could be found in bearing fallacies.   another chunk,  cut from the shape,  destroyed again within a porcelain jaw.     ❝   if we can’t talk about the menial,  how are we ever going to be serious with each other?   ❞     again,  he left a gap,  a moment to register.     ❝   we’ve been dancing for a  long  time,  sherlock.  you just haven’t noticed it.  how does that feel?  not even realising the one you need to stop the most.  .  .   has been hiding behind you all along.  that must break your poor,  poor heart.   ❞     a smile of white,  a spider’s smile,   its supper now spun.     ❝   where’s that tea?   ❞

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ensavaged.

❝   I’M  HAPPY  TO  INFORM  YOU  that  you  aren’t  that  special.  i  think  of  you  just  as  little  as  i  think  of  anyone  else  who  isn’t  me .   ❞    he  certainly  isn’t  a  credit  to  the  male  species  –  she  thinks  them  all  to  be  terribly  similar  &  mundane .  prideful  without  warrant  &  utterly  useless .

 ❝   ————–   &  while  your  ignorance  is  absolutely  adorable,  you’ve  clearly  not  got  the  slightest  grasp  on  me  if  you  believe  a  man  can  make  me  feel  anything  other  than  vague  annoyance .  so  ———–   i  don’t  want  to  keep  you  from  your  activities ;  feel  free  to  fuck  off  any  time  now .   ❞

❝   O-KAY,  TOUCHY.   easy mistake to make.   i imagine a  look  from you can make a person infertile.   ❞     ADORABLE.   and so quickly wound up.  if he were honest,  he’d have to admit some disappointment.  it usually  takes  a  few  goes.   BUT,   there  is,  indeed,  a  first  time  for  everything.

❝   BUT  GO  ON.  .  .   convince me  to stay. let’s not  lie  to ourselves. you like me too  much.  who wouldn’t ?   ❞     and  even  with  his  already  delicious  success,   the  spider  would  be  a  fool  to   sacrifice  further opportunities.     ❝   is  it  the  charm,  or my natural warmth ?   BET   THE   ACCENT      gets  you  hot  and  sweaty,  too.   ❞

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notheroics.

     A PAUSE ,    pads of his fingers running bare ‘long fine hairs glistening gold in low light.     lips slightly tighter in the middle ,   cupid’s bow down-pressed ;   the very mention of  the woman  causing a momentary narrowing of his eyes ,   the fine lines beneath his inner corners deepening so quickly ,   only a hummingbird would have caught it.     ‘ ARE  you an aficionado on the topic ? ’     another pause ;   clarification ,   perhaps.     or a  jab  to be parried.     ‘ FEELINGS ? ’

he left the question in the air,   not deigning to dignify yet.  he thumped further into the flat,  an apple swept up into his hand,  buffed against his jacket.     ❝   i  know  them  when  i  see  them.  do  you?   ❞     rhetoric.   he moved further,  assigning himself the seat of the detective.     ❝   get some tea on, sherlock  -  i’m parched.   ❞     and   with the imperative assured,  he took to picking at the fruit,  a blade to pierce.     ❝   i think she liked you, y’know.  never heard of her crying before.  except with pleasure,  of course.   ❞     a piece ground between his teeth,  a  corner  of  his  lips  rising  in  implication.     ❝   but  you  wouldn’t  know  about  that,  would  you?   ❞

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                                You need me or you’re nothing — because we’re just alike ,   you and I. 

                                 CONSULTING DETECTIVE                         CONSULTING CRIMINAL

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❝   oh.   something’s  got your juices flowing.  was it miss adler?   ❞     stood  in  the  doorway,   an  undesired observer.  or perhaps that’s exactly what was desired.  to presume the mind of sherlock holmes was to waste one’s own time and pain one’s mind.  or bore it.     ❝   those.  .  .   gentle notes. you didn’t catch feelings,  did you?   ❞     ━     @notheroics.

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we plan everything. we plan our sex around your manipulative humping. we plan our social life around your boring coworkers. we plan our family’s future around the timeline of your promotions. i need at least one thing we do to happen in its own time. // independent and selective blogs for tyrell & joanna wellick from mr. robot. written by vic & jay.

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❝   THERE HE IS.   ❞     his confidence as per, pale hands sunken deep into his trouser pockets, men at either side as he would greet the british government.     ❝   my handsome man.  you’re looking well, mike. take that statement as you will.   ❞     glances sent to both his sides, his neck canted as he returned his address to the man before him.     ❝   ARE THESE TWO   coming with ?  this one looks like he needs a toilet break.   ❞     //     @patricianborn.