DEATH IS ART

jamie moraity. autoplay on.

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high key move.

you can now find jamie & i here.

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high key move.

you can now find jamie & i here.

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Fanon Jim: Violent, dark, a monster, The Literal Worst (tm)

Canon Jim: my lay won’t cuddle me after sex and i’m literally telling EVERYONE

[leave-me-colourless]

You’re a woman, use it; bring every man you meet to his motherfucking knees

My mother (via kaltehand)

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spencer.

                oh, so that was the game she was going to be playing. eliot knew very well how games like this went. he blinked, unperturbed by her cool fingers and her lips by his ear. the tiniest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. his own hand fell delicately  upon her knee, squeezing just lightly. his thumb moved over her knee gently.                 “i’ve got a few things lined up… i have some recon to be running…” he carded his fingers through  his hair, the one on her knee moved just a little to press more against the inside of her leg. “some heads need squeezing too…” and then he linked his fingers together, resting atop his own knees as he leaned back into the couch. “but ‘s nothin’ that can’t be put off for a little while.”

        his  interlocked  hands  secure  her  slender  legs  against  his  chest,  &  while  she  could  make  a  play  to  get  up  &  get  on  with  it,                there  is  zero  effort  made  on  her  behalf.  limbs  remaining  draped  over  his  lap,  fingers  fall  from  temple,  visage  resting  weight  on  couch  cushion.  ❛   or  perhaps  you  could  come  to  lunch  with  me.           meet   another  one  of   my  loyal  clients.   should  everything  go  according  to  plan  you  &  i  will  be  leaving  for  DUBAI  in  two  weeks  time.    ❜  an  offer,  in  case  he’d  rather  an  easier  day  ahead  of  him.  the  current  jobs  she's   assigned  to  him locally  are  . . .  dull,   to  her  standards, at  least.   

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sometimes i wonder if i should just make jamie a fandomless moriarty.

[melisica]

[winterfel-blog]

[merkra]

[fandoms-are-my-one-true-love]

[faithlehne]

& Moriarty is never going to change. 

[thefreakyfun]

So glad we’ve almost made it

So sad we had to fade it

[carveredlunds]

Sometime when you have a year or two to spare I commend to you the study of Professor Moriarty

[shkodrans-deactivated20180108]

“There is no Irene, there is only Moriarty and Moriarty is never going to change.”

[mexicanheaux]

“youre obsessed with yourself” and youre not??? sad. tragic.

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@hittcr​ // ctd from x

       well  out  of  his  element,  spencer  hasn’t  the  slightest  in  just  how  SOFT  she  can  truly  be.  only  small  tastes  here  &  there,  barely  noticeable  by  the  senses.  tiny  morsels  of  favoritism.  ❛   mm,             no.   ❜   a  digit  lazily  traverses  along  the  jut  of  his  maw,  gentle  smirk  playing  on  her  lips  as  grey  eyes  meet  grey  eyes.  ❛   as  much  as  i’d  adoooore  lying  around  useless  all  day  within  handsome   company,  i’ve  a criminal  empire  which  needs  tending  to.  after all,  darling,  ❜  her  lips  fall  nearer  to  his  ear,  voice  a  mere  whisper.

       ❛              there’s   no  rest  for  the  wicked.   ❜   her  ghosting  graze  retreats,  space  befalling  visage  as  knuckles  support  her  cheek  &  elbow  props. how  nonchalantly  she  moves  on.   ❛   what  are  your  plans  for  the  day,  hm?    ❜

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hittcr.

               and he was damn lucky that she was so full of surprises. a soft smile settled on his lips and eliot closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to gather  all the bits of him that were tired and hurting and broken. he wanted to go home. but he couldn’t go home. not this time. “le’s go…” his words are mush in his mouth, tongue barely able to keep up with the words he needed to speak. a battered hand gripped at her wrist lightly and he gave her another little smile, eyes nearly pleading for her to take him away from this place.                “guess ‘m comin’ over…” that was the only other option. unless she wanted to put him in a hotel room. she’d have to pay for it too, because he had nothing at the moment. when he stood, he swayed, just a little, a hand  reaching out to rest against the back of the uncomfortable chair for some kind of support until he’d found his feet  again. it could be much much worse. “le’s just… go.”

     calloused  pads  brush  pale  forelimb  &  a  woman  so  adverse  to  being  TOUCHED  out  of  turn  is  brought  to  a  fleeting   ( &  unnoticeable )  pause  of  docility.  he  has  in  the  past,  sure  for  it  is  necessary  ;  but  not  like  this.  not  accompanied  by   heartfelt  smiles   or    pain  deeply  set  within  his  brilliant  blue  eyes.  there’s   a  particular  beauty  in  that  moment  &  it  moves  her. perhaps,  they’ve  established  a  new  breed  of  TRUST.

      she  hums,  elegant  throat  vibrating  lowly  in  response  to  his  blatant  stubbornness.  ❛   i  suppose  you  are,   ❜   quiet  laughter  follows.  what  more  could  she  do  other  than  humor  his  comedic  remark??  hospitals  are  neither‘s   favorite.  she  isn’t  to  put  him  in  a  hotel  while  he’s  vulnerable.  &  so  her  flat  seems  the  only  logical  choice.  as  he  stands,  lithe  arm  snakes  its  way  about  his  waist  for  additional  support,  silenced  gun  remaining  in  hand  of  the  other. 

         ❛             donovan’s  waiting  outside.   ❜