#let’s see Paul Allen’s card

[the-trouser-man]

American psycho if Paul Allen’s card was a fucking disgrace

[mummer]

in many ways the fact that he is a centre right anti woke self help industrial complex linkedinpilled 26 year old sexy and beautiful italian american ivy league normie is the funniest way this could have happened

[ranger-danger]

American psycho my beloved

[aspergasm]

Paul’s card lit got Patty all hot n bothered IDC‼️😛

Cardsexual

[mrs-bluemarine]

Idk what your feel is for Deadman Wonderland, but maybe this guy? Kiyomasa Senji? He's of age (26), and he's a "scary dog" kind of guy. His codename is Crow. Idk what he is in prison for bc I keep forgetting. But the people in the G Block (where he is located) have blood based abilities called Branch of Sin.

- @starshine-soulmates-canon

Ooo he's cute... And I do love men w eye patches. I've had Wonderland on my To Watch list since I was like 13 maybe I should finally give it a try lol

[imported-cherries]

oh i cant believe i forgot valentines was actually celebrated and missed out seeing this on release

[wee-toe]

Have brain will travel x

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[cannedbluesblog]

Bruce Davidson 1980s New York Photography

[daffythefox]

I'm just like Patrick Bateman

[bildschirmkind]

“On my way out this morning I stopped at the front desk, about to complain to the doorman, when I was confronted with a new doorman, my age but balding and homely and fat. Three glazed jelly doughnuts and two steaming mugs of extra-dark hot chocolate lay on the desk in front of him beside a copy of the Post opened to the comics and it struck me that I was infinitely better-looking, more successful and richer than this poor bastard would ever be and so with a passing rush of sympathy I smiled and nodded a curt though not impolite good morning without lodging a complaint.”

[micromontage]

xiaomi hypercore os v 2 came out ... excited to install it tmrw.

[thegraveyardshifts]

The grin on his face grew wider at Suresh's teasing, so sure that they had easily wormed their way into his good books with little more than a funny comment and natural charm Chester was so sure they possessed. Things would finally look up, there would be money and job-security and they'd make powerful friends and nobody, nobody, would ever take advantage of Chester again.

Safety, the idea of it, was tantalizing, and so incredibly close. Hope was something in short supply but, a stupid part of Chester couldn't help but have it, if nothing else. Taking the card, he glanced at the number, noting the crisp card and shiny lettering, shoving it in the breast pocket of his shirt.

"Expect it. The call, I mean,"

Stopping someone dead in their tracks was something that Suresh took in stride. Knowing what his God had given him and what it could do to those around him. But that light in the necromancer's eyes spoke of something that could be encouraged. The joke caused a soft, relaxed smile to spread on the Naga's face. Micro-expressions flitting across his lips and through his eyes. Possibilities. The Naga responded with a soft good-natured tease, "And so modest too."

He waited to see, but could already taste the temptation the other felt. Suresh tilted his head to the side, back straight as he regarded the other. The Naga made one, seemingly innocent look around the club, before his golden eyes settled back on the necromancer. "That depends on what you feel most comfortable with... But you've been here long enough. I know you're a good earner." He pulled his right hand out of his pocket with a card and a number on it, offering it to Chester, "That's the number for my PA. Call them and they will set up a time for us to talk further it you are actually interested."

He shrugged, "And if you don't call. That's up to you.... If you are content where you are."

[fangs-4-fags]

jerking it stone faced staring at the wall with that let’s see Paul Allen’s card look

[exx-bee]

now lets see paul allens business card

(reblogs always help!)

[issdisgrace]

Heyy! I have a request.

Literally Patrick Bateman x reader. Patrick is lowkey down bad for the reader 😫

IDK BUT IM SO GAY FOR HIM

HIS

WARNINGS: None

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you like this anon. Also thanks for the follow up message telling me it was x male reader. I appreciated that.

I watch as Y/n discusses something with Paul Allen. His hair was neatly gelled back like usual. His black Giorgio Armani suit, crisp and well tailored to his body and his black Christian Louboutin’s shining, no creases or scuff marks on them. The silver Rolex on his left wrist complimenting the 2 silver signet rings on his left pinky and right index, respectively. He looked like a statue of a Greek god, sculpted to perfection. I wonder how sculpted he is underneath his clothes. Patrick stops. He’s your superior. You shouldn’t be thinking of him in such a way. But look at him, he’s gorgeous. God his voice so deep, so smooth, so perfect like a well-tuned baritone violin. The smirk that dances on his lips fitting him perfectly. Oh god, Patrick stops. 

I pull my thoughts from Y/n and back to the conversation at hand.

“So, Bateman heard you got a new business card. Let us see,” Bryce says. 

I pull my silver card case from the inside pocket of my Valentino Couture suit. Flipping the case open, I take a card out and set it down, sliding it across the table.

“Bone and the lettering is something called Silian Rail.”

“Impressive, but not as impressive as this,” Van Patten says sliding his own card across the table. However, before he can say anything further, he is interrupted.

“Bateman, Patrick Bateman, just the man I was looking for.” I know who it is without looking up, Y/n. I can smell his Dior Fahrenheit cologne. It smells of wood and leather with a nice citrus undertone. My heart skips a beat as I look up at him and meet his eyes. “I have an account I want to bring you in on. I’ve heard good things about you. Heres my card so you can call me later and we can discuss the details.” Y/n says, pulling out a sleek ebony card with Cortez lettering in silver from his own silver card case. The card was just as perfect and as gorgeous as him. Grabbing it from him our fingers brush and I feel a shiver go up my spine. Slotting his card away in the inner pocket of my suit jacket. 

“I’ll definitely give you a call.” I say, reaching out for a handshake. 

“Good to hear.” You say reciprocating the handshake. I feel myself getting a little hot under the collar. Now I’m hyper aware of just how close I am to him. This is the closet I managed to get to him since last year’s Christmas party hosted by whoever. His hands are soft, with a slight roughness to them. I wonder what they would feel like around my neck. I quickly shake myself out of that thought. I pull my hand back despite wishing I could continue to hold his hand. Y/n then bids goodbye before leaving. My eyes trail after him, his cologne still lingering in the air and the only thought in my head is how am I going to get into his bed.