let slip the dogs of war,

summaries

THREADS,

IN THE FAR PAST :

triumph and disaster

this is the story of how i came to work for jim moriarty. continued in the thread hell is other people

the aftermath of the first and one of only few times that a job went wrong. +8 months.

NOW:

valentines day.

saying no to daddy

jim gives me a test.

the account of the only time i killed a man for having sex with jim.

jim is kidnapped and tortured by an anon. i employ the help of one sherlock holmes and fuck shit up. i also make some of my best threats.

jim steals a car and goes to cardiff. he gets drunk as fuck and i have to take care of him.

was it worth it?

i leave jim for a week. the return is not pretty.

langdale pike gets hold of my photo and insists on an interview. i’m still not sure if this was a good idea.

molly is threatened and her pet is killed. i take care of her.

drama thy name is james moriarty. jim runs away, threatens people and we end up fucking on the beach.

in which sherlock holmes decides to be an idiot and i shoot him.

jim gets attacked by a member of our security and i’m nearly killed.

breakfast at tiffany’s was never meant to be for everyone

irene feeds me some false info. don’t worry. i get her back.

langdale gets pissed and sends me a few suicide notes.

jim and i take a trip to russia.

i’m the one people are after and jim finds an alternative way to cope with his feelings.

jim and i crash a dinner date. this is what happens afterwards.

once again, langdale sticks his nose in places it has no business being.

jim and i have shower sex. it’s pretty awesome.

we are bound to the tempest

the third time i meet up with mister pike i’m stabbed in five places, concussed and out of my mind. surprisingly this doesn’t end well.

this is called playtime

jim takes a week away, i take a week back. this is the before and after. who wants flowers is in between.

who wants flowers when you’re dead? nobody.

i lose control for a bit. lang takes the hit.

a dark john watson and i get into a bit of an argument.

a study in bathmats

i’m introduced to my new neighbor, victor trevor. nice bloke, i suppose, but too intelligent by half.

the blind boyfriend

vic gets his tie and cufflinks returned. not exactly in perfect order.

a hurricane migrates, moaning

jim and i go to argentina and i have to try my hand at creating an alter ego. keiran byrnes is, by the way, the biggest douche in the southern hemisphere.

stern, ungentle hands

anthea and i meet up in algeria and we join for that which we jar

jim overdoses again, and i’m left to find out who gave him the bad pills.

vivienne coilier and i meet up to discuss some business.

i set up a rather conniving contact with an art gallery

i talk to a man about a drop off

tracking down RedLight

setting up a team requires more than just a steady hand and a decent eye. personalities are the worst part of most people.

sign your place and calling

molly and i meet up, and i have to avoid giving her too much information and keep her satisfied enough to stop digging around. the worst thing that could happen would be her getting her nose in where it doesn’t belong

IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE

nothing’s left for jim and he decides to die. guess who has to pull the trigger?

jim is brain damaged after the fall.

only the morning mourns us

nick kenning and i tie up some loose ends after jim dies.

yeah, i liked a girl once.

distant spasms of silent lightening

i get shot in the back and put in a wheelchair. this is the story of how jim and i cope.

OTHER

i dunno if you heard, but my birthday was kind of a hit.