reservationfordorsia-blog

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

im servin up some greasy after work looks

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

dem gurl

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

The Rules of Attraction, 2002.

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

tbqh, i just feel really bored here in general, mostly and probably due to the fact, that nobody rps with me here. my own gf wont rp with me here, which is i guess mostly due to the fact she is another completely fandom. (but then again, kira is a literal patrick bateman clone, from the style, to his killings). lately, ive been wanting to just write something interesting. 

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

“Are you scared?”

“...yes,” the girl glumly replies.

This is the scene playing on Patrick Bateman’s impressive 35 inch Tobisha TV. On the newspaper covered floor, was the blood of a Eurasian, eastern European, hardbody Patrick met at Victor Ward’s new nightclub. She was a real hot score. A piece of her arm lay idle near the couch, her hand, with gorgeous jewelry around her fingers and wrist, next to Bateman’s metallic coaster, a Stoli atop it. Patrick was in Ralph Lauren boxers, that were moderately tight and an Armani black dress shirt. Patrick checks the time on his Rolex watch and the time reads 2:40 AM, which gives him enough time to complete his task.

Taking his serrated knife that he got from Belgium, Patrick had begun to slice at the girl’s throat, expertly. He did this in such a professional manner, which was simply due to the fact that he took note of his rough and sloppy job when he removed her arms, however her hand was in good shape. 

After slicing through the skin and blood, Patrick met bone, which take a great deal of force to break through and eventually, her head decapitated from her body. Moving onto the woman’s legs, Bateman took a saw, lazily, and began sawing, reaching bone in a much faster manner than with the blade. The noise stuck in his head, the cringy ‘crack.’ He gritted his teeth as he finished his job. Tears began to stream down Patrick’s perfectly light bronzed face, feeling a sting of regret overflow his body. Why did he do the things he does? Patrick questioned himself, his sobs becoming near uncontrollable. After collapsing back into the footrest of his sofa, he wiped away the salty fluids that escaped his lids, a wake up call emerging before him.

Blood was everywhere. He had to get rid of the limbs and torso. Instantly coming up with a solution, Patrick embarked on a very calculated and careful journey up to the top of his apartment, They were placed in a black plastic bag. Bateman opened the incinerator, dumping the contents. He groaned, to himself, a sudden pain in his palm. It was ignored soon after. 

Mopping up his floors, Whitney Houston softly played in the background of this horrendous act and it’s aftermath. Bateman wrapped a Barney’s bag around the woman’s head, preserving her in the fridge. Her hand was cleaned and laid idly next to the remote. The only light that flicked in his apartment was that of the TV, A Nightmare on Elm Street playing. He turned the volume up, having intense hallucinations of the hand moving. His fear drove him to slumber. 

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

Marc Schulze by Hiroyuki Seo - Monrowe Magazine #3

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

American Psycho, 2000

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

I had all the characteristics of a human being—flesh, blood, skin, hair—but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that my normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning.

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

American Psycho (2000)

[reservationfordorsia-blog]

iconic films american psycho (2000)

I have to return some videotapes.