Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran from four years old to the end (it starts here). In chapter nine, Jim finally woke up to the fact that he wanted Sebastian as his lover as well as his friend… and then they shagged. Next up (it’s explicit, by the way):
Extract: “I’d hardly call you long-haired.” Sebastian argued mildly as he got to work on his friend’s hair. “It’s only just touching the nape of your neck…” He stooped down and dropped soft kisses along the back of Jim’s neck. “… which, by the way, is incredibly sexy… one of the sexiest things about you, in fact.”
“That’s what you said about my earlobes when you were nibbling them.” Jim laughed.
“Well, yeah.” Seb admitted as he snipped away at those thick black locks.
“And my upper arms when I was hauling in a load of turf while wearing a cap-sleeved shirt.”
“I expected them to be skinnier but you’re more… athletic than I thought.”
“And the length of my eyelashes, the shape of my mouth, the curve of my throat… all ‘one of’ the sexiest things about me in your book.” Jim teased.
“What can I say?” Sebastian caught his eye in the mirror and grinned. “You’re just incredibly sexy all over.”
What makes this so very beautiful and poignant is that a few months ago, when there was a talk about “Pride” at the British Film Institute (no, Andrew wasn’t there), I found myself sitting next to the real Gethin… and he’d brought his mum along. So there you have it folks - Gethin got a happy ending :o)
I feel like a large percentage of the Sherlock fandom who mostly know Andrew Scott as ‘Jim Moriarty’ and from the occasional interview where he’s all shy and nervous and fidgety think that he’s a really innocent sweet little cupcake all the time
but Scotties know
Twitter Q&A for Pride is now!
If you can get to London on Wednesday evening, there are still some tickets left for the 6.10pm preview showing of “Pride” at the BFI (National Film Theatre) on the Southbank. It’s followed by a Q&A panel with Andrew Scott, Fay Marsay, Ben Schnetzer, and producer David Livingstone.
Quick! Grab a ticket while there are still some left!
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Andrew Scott will be hosting a Twitter Q&A for his new film ‘Pride’ in exactly an hour at 14:30BST - follow twitter.com/pridemovieuk and use the hashtag #AskAndrew to be in with a chance of him answering your questions!
Benedict, Louise and Andrew went see Martin as Richard III
And to mark the occasion someone decided to be all creepy and take a sneaky photo of them without them knowing, let alone with their permission. How delightful for them. No… wait… how rude and disrespectful. Ah well… at least the photo is so crap that it’s almost impossible to make out who they are.
I agree with you about it, that was not quite polite, but i wanted to focus on the bond they share even out of the show: we all know how cramped their schedule is, so it’s wonderful to see so many Sherlock cast members all together to see another member’s performance. I think it means more than lots of words about how lovely they are.
It’s not just “not quite polite”; sneakily taking a photo of someone without asking first then posting it on a public forum is, as I said before, rude and disrespectful, no matter what your lame reasoning for having done so. Actors go to see other actors in plays all the time; they’re friends and colleagues with all sorts of people both in and outside of the cast you’re particularly interested in. What’s more, there are any number of photos of them together when they support each other’s work - taken as they smile happily for the camera because they’re aware that someone’s taking their photo. The above is a pathetic excuse for doing something that at least one of the people you’ve photographed (Andrew Scott) has made it very clear that he absolutely hates. Given that he can’t stand it when people try to take photos of him without him knowing, rather than politely ask if it’s okay to do so, I don’t suppose he’d think very highly of you.
So… how ‘bout you wise-up and delete your lousy photo? Or not… the choice is yours; but those actors you claim to hold in such high regard won’t thank you for it.
As you said, the choice is mine. You gave your opinion, which i respect, but mine is different, and if you don’t like my post simply ignore it. I’ve seen lots of post that i didn’t like or hate, but i never had such an argument with the person who posted them, i just ignored them, but it never happened that i reacted so angrily.
If you think i made a bad mistake, well i don’t know what else to do or to say…
That’s just fine. If you don’t mind the people you hold in such high esteem despising you for your lack of respect then that’s entirely up to you. Oh, and there are plenty of posts I don’t like and ignore but when it comes to people being creepy by taking photos without permission and then publishing them online I never ignore it because that’s more than me not liking it; they don’t like it either so I’m speaking for them.
I’d love to see you go up to Andrew Scott - knowing now that he hates people behaving the way you did - and tell him straight that you took a photo of him without his permission then posted it on tumblr. But you’d never tell him that, would you? Because you know now exactly what he thinks of it. I can’t imagine the others would be too pleased by your ignorance either. It’s really quite pathetic that people like you can’t just admit that you made a mistake, delete that mistake, and move on. No doubt you’ll just pretend that you don’t care and say that of course you’d let them know what you’ve done, given the chance to tell them. I don’t believe that for one second though; you’re just too stubborn to admit that you’ve don’t something wrong.
Craving fluff, craving cuteness, craving good mormor fics
Any chance to blow my own trumpet: The Ballad of Seb & Jim
It’s ultra fluffy, ultra naughty, and will - at some point or another - rip your heart out and stomp all over it. It also incorporates Sheriarty and Seblock in later chapters. Oh, and if you find yourself enjoying it, you might have to accept that you’re in it for the long haul as I’ve only just posted chapter nine… of forty-seven.
Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran from four years old to the end (it starts here). It occurs to me that, as I might post two chapters in less than 24 hours or maybe not post any at all for a few days, I should do a re-cap of the previous chapter. So, in chapter eight Jim murdered his gobshite of a father. Okay… onwards and upwards! (oh, and this chapter’s really explicit)
Extract: Sebastian walked slowly over and stood behind him. “We’ll throw them in the range.” he replied, placing a hand gently on his friend’s shoulder. “It’ll be grand.”
“Yeah…” Jim felt an unfamiliar thrill at the close proximity of the other boy. “It’ll all be grand.”
“Are you okay, Jim-jim?” Sebastian’s voice was barely more than a whisper and he caught his breath as his friend leaned into him and pulled the hand that rested on his shoulder across his chest.
“I’m fine.” Jim murmured, leaning his head to one side as he felt the other boy’s warm breath on his neck. “I could never be anything but fine, Sebby… just so long as I’m with you.”
In an era of raging homophobia and strident union-bashing, two minority groups made common cause in a Welsh mining community. Kate Kellaway hears their stories
Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran from four years old to the end (it starts here). The Jim we know and love is really beginning to emerge now.
Extract: “How’re ye… Dad?” he said casually once the man was well within earshot.
“Jesus, boy; it’s like looking in a mirror.” The man looked astonished. “Well, a mirror in dim lighting that’s hiding the lines around me eyes from years of smoking, like.”
“How’s it going, Mr Fitzgerald?” Sebastian whispered in his ear. “In case you’re in any doubt, that is a gun you can feel pressed into your spine and I will pull the trigger if you don’t get into the car.”
“What the fuck’s this clown on about?” The man asked his son mildly.
“I think he’s alluding to the fact that if you don’t do as he says he’ll shatter your spinal cord with a bullet. He’s very fond of shooting things so I suggest you do as he says before he ceases to resist the urge to…” He smiled coldly at him as he paused for effect. “… to open fire.”
“Don’t mess with me, James… you’ll regret it more than you can imagine.”
“He’ll take that risk.” Sebastian told him, releasing the trigger mechanism. “Now get in the car… please.”
Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran, from four years old to the end (it starts here). Our boys are more or less all-growed-up now so a fair few chapters will now bear the NSFW tag (not all but quite a few).
Extract: At some time past midnight Jim finally heard his friend creeping up the stairs and called out to him.
“You’re still awake?” Sebastian threw himself down on the bed beside him and leaned up on his elbow. “Something on your mind?”
“You could say that.” Jim turned to face him and absently picked a leaf out of his hair. “I’ve found him.”
“Fitzgerald? Jesus! Where?”
“He’s at an address in Crumlin.”
“So… do we… I mean, d’you still want to…” Sebastian trailed off, knowing this was so much more significant than their first two kills.