MorMor headcanon: Jim having a cold and walking round the flat dressed in a dragon onesie. He's all croaky and sniffy and Sebby has to make him soup and warm drinks and listen to him grumbling. <3

sirandrewscott:

Right somebody needs to draw me Jim in dragon oneise right this second.

Seriously this is just utterly adorable I just ahhhhhhhh!

While I can’t draw Jim in a dragon onesie, I can give you a link to a story I wrote about Seb having to look after him when he’s suffering from a particularly bad cold: Poorly Jim

The Ballad of Seb & Jim - chapter five

Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran, from four years old to the end (it starts here). Two more chapters of innocent childhood then it gets naughty. 

ExtractFeeling fairly certain he’d find Sebastian with Tommy Corrigan, his Aikido partner, he headed into the youth club and up to the sports room. Sure enough, the two boys were throwing each other around the mat with abandon, laughing as they wrestled each other to the ground.

    “I didn’t realise Martial Arts were supposed to be funny.” Jim commented sardonically, having silently watched their antics for a few minutes.

    “It is the way we do it.” Tommy retorted somewhat breathlessly, sitting astride Sebastian’s chest and pinning his arms above his head. “How’re ye, Jimmy?”

    “I’m good, thanks. Is that strictly speaking an Aikido move?”

    “Not strictly speaking, no.” The older boy jumped nimbly to his feet and reached out a hand to pull his partner up. “Hence all the laughing.”

    “Hence?” Sebastian put his arm around his shoulder and leaned in so their heads were touching. “Will you listen to him, Jim. I swear, he sounds just like you sometimes.”

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hippano:

Requested by octofied end barumonster &lt;3
Summer showers~
Rain just has a kind of life and romance that instantly makes any small act of affection more meaningful… I love Mormor in the rain…

hippano:

Requested by octofied end barumonster <3

Summer showers~

Rain just has a kind of life and romance that instantly makes any small act of affection more meaningful… I love Mormor in the rain…

sherlock-undercover:

Pride, in cinemas September 2014.[x]

Andrew, honey, what&#8217;ve you been smoking?

sherlock-undercover:

Pride, in cinemas September 2014.[x]

Andrew, honey, what’ve you been smoking?

sherlockology:

Andrew Scott has sent us a lovely and exclusive video greeting and introduction for his new film Pride, out in cinemas this September.
Watch it here!

sherlockology:

Andrew Scott has sent us a lovely and exclusive video greeting and introduction for his new film Pride, out in cinemas this September.

Watch it here!

wolfhound46:

violinlock:

when johnlock becomes canon there are so many active anti-tjlc blogs that i’m going to laugh at like bitch look where your negativity got you fucking nowhere go deepthroat a cactus

When johnlock becomes canon? Good grief; so many deluded people who so firmly,…

Like I said… deluded. 

villain-lover:

I wonder if this woman still breathes. I know I wound’t.

She got Tom Burke too. Tom and Andrew&#8230; every day &#8216;cept Sunday&#8230; twice a day on Thursdays and Saturdays. Lucky cow!
(Mind you, they got each other too)

villain-lover:

I wonder if this woman still breathes. I know I wound’t.

She got Tom Burke too. Tom and Andrew… every day ‘cept Sunday… twice a day on Thursdays and Saturdays. Lucky cow!

(Mind you, they got each other too)

violinlock:

when johnlock becomes canon there are so many active anti-tjlc blogs that i’m going to laugh at like bitch look where your negativity got you fucking nowhere go deepthroat a cactus

When johnlock becomes canon? Good grief; so many deluded people who so firmly, pathetically, hopelessly believe that some insipid passive-aggressive little doormat of a man could EVER turn the head of someone like Sherlock. Even if he wasn’t 100% heterosexual through and through, the mere thought that Sherlock might want to get physical with him is so goddamned laughable that if I think about it too long I’ll need oxygen and have tears of mirth streaming down my face. 

Then there’s the downright rabid devotion to the most ridiculously unlikely pairing in the universe that turns so many shippers (not all though) into gibbering idiots who positively froth at the mouth as they hurl abuse at anyone who dares to even mildly disagree with them, let alone pull them up sharp for their cretinous behaviour because y’know, the above really is cretinous. Deepthroat a cactus indeed… what a tool!

Oh man! Fucking hell! You think that? I absolutely invite you to go with that, to dream of that…

Andrew Scott’s reaction to the idea that Moriarty is a ‘frustrated power bottom’ - Attitude Magazine (via nataliescourageclub)

This makes me feel that all my smutty stories now have the royal seal of approval (although my Jim is also a top, when he does bottom he’s definitely in control!). I mean, I don’t just dream of that… I write it all down. 

The Ballad of Seb & Jim - chapter four

Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran from age of four to the end (starts here). Before you read on, I’d just like to point out that, if you’re not familiar with this story, there’s every likelihood that, cute and fluffy though it is now, you might just get your heart ripped out, stomped all over, doused in petrol, and set on fire further down the line. Just thought I should give you a friendly warning (but not friendly enough to warn you when it’s about to happen because I’m rather like Joss Whedon in that I love turning regular, well-adjusted people into hollow, dried-out husks who simply don’t have any more tears left to cry). Mwah-hah-hah! (mine is an evil laugh).

Extract“Is that a pin that you put on your tie to keep the ends together?”

    “That’s exactly what it is. Would you like one?”

    “Oh I would, very much so.” the child replied eagerly. “Only, I put the skinny end of my tie through the label at the back of the fat end so I don’t really need a pin to keep the ends together.”

    “That doesn’t mean you can’t wear one.”

    “Just to be smart, like- I mean, just to be smart?”

    “Exactly. You catch on so fast, Jimmy-boy.” Robert patted his lap, indicating for Jim to climb onto it. “Now,” he said, fastening a slim silver pin to the boy’s tie. “This is my favourite tie-pin but it’s yours now and you have to promise to take good care of it.”

    “Oh, I will, Uncle Robert, I promise.” Jim agreed, lifting his tie to get a better look at it. “It’s a fox, isn’t it? A silver fox?”

    “It is indeed.”

    “It’s beautiful.” He gazed up at the man with a rather sad smile. “Mammy will be even prouder of me now; thank you.”

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"But the actor is a bit gay." "What a waste."

This is part of a Tumblr post I just read about Andrew Scott. If you can’t see anything wrong with it then you need to assess your attitude towards people who are something other than heterosexual. Prefixing ‘he’s gay’ with ‘but’ makes it come across as a negative; whether it’s intended or not, it give the impression that there’s something wrong with being gay. It’s also defining an incredibly talented and beautiful person by his sexuality; something that no one would think of doing to straight people. As for the ‘what a waste’ remark; that’s just downright rude and incredibly ignorant. In fact, the idea that someone’s sexuality is a waste just because it means that you’d never stand a chance with them is deeply arrogant and brain-achingly crass. 

I long for the day when it’ll never occur to anyone to discuss another person in terms of their sexuality because it’s considered to be completely irrelevant to who they are and what they do. Sadly, if some of the ignorance I encounter on Tumblr is anything to go by, that day’s gonna be a long time coming. 

The Ballad of Seb & Jim - chapter three

Moran and Moriarty from four years old to the end (it starts here). “Oíche mhaith” - the Irish for goodnight - is pronounced ee-a-vah (the ‘v’ sound is Kerry Irish but some areas pronounce the ‘mh’ as a ‘w’ sound). 

ExtractHis chin quivered slightly as he nodded. Then he quickly pulled himself together, leaning away from Kathleen so that he could look her in the eye. “She was going to leave him and she would’ve taken me with her. Then she wouldn’t have to have his name anymore so I wouldn’t neither. So I want Mammy’s name… the one she had before she married me da. Only… only I don’t know what that name is. I always call Mammy’s mam and da ‘granny’ and ‘grand-da’ so I don’t know what my name is now. Do you know it, Auntie Kathleen? Can you tell me my new name?”

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captain-jhwatson:

okay I really feel like mormor right now so if someone wants to rec me some fics (preferably excplicit and fluffy) or wants to talk with me about headcanons please send them my way

The one I’ve just started posting - The Ballad of Seb & Jim - is currently fluffy, will later become both explicit and fluffy, and will then go on to shatter your heart to smithereens before getting quite stupidly fluffy again (having been joined by Sheriarty and Seblock along the way). 

The Ballad of Seb & Jim - chapter two

Sebastian Moran and Jim Moriarty, from four years old to the end. It starts here

Extract: James climbed out of the car and as they made their way up to the front door a blond haired boy a good six inches taller than him came tearing ‘round the corner, holding a plastic machine gun and shouting ‘dakka-dakka-dakka!’ as he brandished his harmless weapon at the puzzled child.

    “You’re dead!” he proclaimed firmly, pointing the gun at James.

    “Sebastian! No!” his horrified mother exclaimed. Grabbing him by the arm, she hauled him out of earshot and quickly explained what had happened in the simplest terms possible. James watched as the bold little boy suddenly grabbed his mother ‘round her knees, hugged her tight and burst into tears; he was at a total loss as to what she might have said to cause such a reaction. Seconds later, the scruffy child was wiping his face with grimy hands that left streaks across his cheeks, marching purposefully towards James, and pulling him into a heartfelt hug.

    “I’m sorry about your mammy.” Sebastian told the startled boy sincerely. “But you can share my mammy if you like and my daddy’s a grand man and I’ll be your best friend in the whole wide world.”

    “Um… thank you.” James replied, not sure how to politely extricate himself from his rather grubby new playmate’s embrace.

    Finally letting him go, Sebastian took him by the hand and led him into the house. 

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The Ballad of Seb & Jim - chapter one

I’ve decided to blog my novel length fic that starts with Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran’s first meeting at the tender age of four and takes them right through to the end (whatever that may be… although you’ll already know if you read it on AO3). As with all my stories, whether explicit or not (and the first six chapters aren’t ‘cause they’re children), click “read more” for the main body of text. I always like to start with an extract though, just to tickle your taste buds:

Extract“I’m sorry, Mrs Moran,” she replied as she switched on the tape recorder. “But the child was the only witness; we have to interview him. Now then, young man, what’s your name?”

    “James.” he said, fixing her with huge brown eyes that seemed to look straight into her soul.

    “James what?” the gard asked, feeling a little unnerved by the boy’s penetrating stare.

    “Fitzgerald.” he replied flatly in a broad Dublin accent. “But I don’t want it; it’s me da’s name.”

    The young woman sat up straighter, relieved that he’d gifted her such an easy route into the difficult questions she’d have to ask him. “And why don’t you want your daddy’s name, James?”

    “That’s a silly question.” He looked far too serious for a four-year-old.

    “Is it? Why’s that then?”

    “’Cause he killed me mammy. Why would I want the same name as him when he killed me mammy?” There was a heartbreaking catch in his voice and Kathleen’s tears splashed on to his head as she hugged him tighter, biting her lip to hold back an audible sob.

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