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Author has written 7 stories for Tomb Raider, King Kong, National Treasure, and Sherlock.
PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS: LiveLongLoveLife-xDataRulezx, x The Dreaming Dove x
So. Time for a major, major revamp of this page. I mean, I last updated it, what? Five billion years ago? Well. Perhaps not, but. Yeah
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Zara. Lover of art, music, writing. Dreamer. Believer. Artist. Writer. Carer. Insane.
Psychopathic traits. Aspergers. Love me or hate me, I am who I am.
I love things that let me escape to a different place, or that let me slip into someone else's skin, as it were. I think that's why I love writing so much.
I absolutely love Sherlock and Doctor Who. My other fandoms include Lord of the Rings, Star Trek: The Next Generation, The Hunger Games, National Treasure and Tomb Raider.
I absolutely adore Jim Moriarty from Sherlock, and my friend, Ailsa, seems to think I am quite like him. So feel free to call me 'Jim' if you like ;)
I like a variety of music. My favourite songs right now are Let's Kill Tonight, by Panic! At The Disco, The Fallen, by Franz Ferdinand, and the entire Sherlock soundtrack..
My favourite bands are Finding Albert, Breaking Benjamin, Pink Floyd, and The Eagles. I also quite like U2 and Panic! At The Disco. My favourite solo artist is Katherine Jenkins. I absolutely adore her.
See... I'm looking back over what I've wrote, and I haven't got nearly enough about Sherlock on here...
So. Sherlock, eh? Sherlock.
I love everything. The acting, the writing, the music. Everything. It is a truly brilliant show, and Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman are two of the best actors I've ever seen. I absolutely adore Andrew Scott as well, needless to say...
I love fangirling over that show (in particular Jim), so drop me a message if you want to
Also Doctor Who. Um. Yes. Brilliant. Full of wonder and ughtheDoctor. Is he or is he not simply magical? I love Ten, and also Eleven. They're just... gah. All my emotions. I cannot.
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Quotes I love:
Sherlock Holmes: Dear God. What is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.
Sherlock Holmes: I'm not a psychopath, Anderson, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.
Sherlock Holmes: Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street.
John Watson: It's a head. A severed head.
Sherlock Holmes: Just tea for me, thanks.
John Watson: No there's a head in the fridge!
Sherlock Holmes: Yes?
John Watson: A bloody head!
Sherlock Holmes: Where else am I supposed to put it?
Sherlock Holmes: Look at that, Mrs. Hudson. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Isn't it hateful?
And this whole thing here:
[Sherlock goes to the pool where Carl Powers died, and holds up the memory stick.]
Sherlock Holmes: Brought you a little getting to know you present. Oh, that's what it's all been for isn't it? All your little puzzles, making me dance... all to distract me from this.
[John steps out from the shadows]
John Watson: [being dictated by the bomber] Evening. This is a turn up, isn't it, Sherlock?
Sherlock Holmes: John... What the hell-
John Watson: Bet you never saw this coming. [John opens his coat and reveals his explosive vest] What would you like me to make him say next? Gottle o geer, Gottle o geer, Gottle o-
Sherlock Holmes: Stop it.
John Watson: Nice touch, this the pool... where little Carl died. I stopped him and I can stop John Watson too. Stop his heart.
Sherlock Holmes: Who are you?
Jim Moriarty: [Enters through a side door] I gave you my number. I thought you might call. Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?
Sherlock Holmes: [Draws the gun, points it at Moriarty] Both.
Jim Moriarty: Jim Moriarty... Hi. Jim? Jim from the hospital? Oh, did I really make such a fleeting impression? But then I suppose that was rather the point.
[Sherlock looks at the red laser pointing at John
Jim Moriarty: Don't be silly, someone else is holding the rifle. I don't like getting my hands dirty. I've given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a tinsy glimspe of what I've got going on out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist, you see... like you!
Sherlock: Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to get rid of my lovers nasty sister? Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to disappear to South America?
Moriarty: Just so.
Sherlock: Consulting criminal. Brilliant.
Moriarty: Isn't it? No one ever gets to me... and no one ever will.
Sherlock: I did.
Moriarty: You've come the closest. Now you're in my way.
Sherlock: Thank you.
Moriarty: Didn't mean it as a compliment.
Sherlock: Yes you did.
Moriarty: [shrugs] Yeah okay, I did. But the flirting's over now, Sherlock, Daddy's had enough now! I've shown you what I can do, I cut lose all those people. All those little problems, even thirty million quid just to get you to come out and play. So take this as a friendly warning, my dear: back off. Although I have loved this, this little game of ours, playing Jim from IT, playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?
Sherlock: People have died.
Moriarty: That's what people DO!
Sherlock: I will stop you.
Moriarty: No you won't.
Sherlock: [To John] You all right?
Moriarty: [To John] You can talk, Johnny Boy. Go ahead.
[John nods his head. Sherlock holds out the memory stick to Jim]
Sherlock: Take it.
Moriarty: Ah, that. The missile plans. Boring. I could have got them anywhere. [Throws it into the swimming pool. John grabs Moriarty]
John: Sherlock, Run!
Moriarty: [laughs] Good! Very Good.
John: Your sniper pulls that trigger, Mr. Moriarty, then we both go up.
Moriarty: [To Sherlock] Isn't he sweet? I can see why you like having him around. But then, people get so sentimental to their pets and so touchingly loyal. Oops! You've rather shown your hand there, Dr Watson.
[The sniper changes his aim to Sherlock instead. John lets Moriarty go. Moriarty pats his suit down.]
Moriarty: Westwood. Do you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock, to you?
Sherlock: [Dryly] Oh, let me guess, I get killed.
Moriarty: Kill you? Um, no. Don't be obvious I mean, I'm gonna kill you anyway, someday. I don't want to rush it though. I'm saving it up for something special! No no no no no, if you don't stop prying... I'll burn you. I will burn.. the heart out of you.
Sherlock: I've been reliably informed that I don't have one.
Moriarty: Oh, but we both know that's not quite true. Well, I better be off. So nice to have a proper chat.
Sherlock: What if I was to shoot you now? Right now?
Moriarty: Well, then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face. Because I'd be surprised, Sherlock, really I would, and just a little bit... disappointed. And of course, you wouldn't be able to cherish it for very long. Ciao, Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock: Catch... You... Later.
Moriarty: [High pitched, sing-song voice] No, you won't!
I'm not even sorry.
Moriarty: Sorry, boys! I'm soooo changeable. It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness.
Little Girl: They wouldn't let us see Grandad when he was dead. Is that cos he'd gone to heaven?
Sherlock Holmes: People don't really go to heaven when they die. They're taken to a special room and burned.
Moriarty: Every fairy tale needs a good old fashioned villain. You need me or you're nothing — because we're just alike, you and I. Except you're boring. You're on the side of the angels.
Moriarty: Hello. Are you ready for the story? This is the story of Sir Boast-a-lot. Sir Boast-a-lot was the bravest and cleverest knight at the round table, but soon the other knights began to grow tired of his stories about how brave he was and how many dragons he'd slain, and some of them began to wonder, "Are Sir Boast-a-lot's stories even true?" Oh no. So, one of the knights went to King Arthur and said, "I don't believe Sir Boast-a-lot's stories. He's just a big, old liar who makes things up to make himself look good." And then, even the king began to wonder, but that wasn't the end of Sir Boast-a-lot's problems. No. That wasn't the final problem. The end.
Moriarty: But don't be scared. Falling is just like flying, except there's a more... permanent destination.
Moriarty: You think you can make me stop the order? You think you can make me do that?
Sherlock Holmes: Yes. So do you.
Moriarty: Sherlock, your big brother and all the King's horses couldn't make me do a thing I didn't want to.
Sherlock Holmes: Yes, but I'm not my brother, remember? I am you. Prepared to do anything. Prepared to burn. Prepared to do what ordinary people won't do. You want me to shake hands with you in hell? I shall not disappoint you.
Moriarty: Nah,— you talk big. Nah … you're ordinary. You're ordinary — you're on the side of the angels.
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, I may be on the side of the angels...but don't think for one second that I am one of them.
Anywho, I think that's all for now :)
Enjoy my writing, if you choose to read it :)
- ZM xoxo
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