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@jimthewebspinner
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I like big boys,Ā
itty bitty boys
Mississippi boys,Ā
inner city boys
I like the pretty boys with the bow tie
Get your nails did,Ā
let it blow dry
I like a big beard,Ā
I like a clean face
I donāt discriminate,Ā
come and get a taste
From the playboysĀ
to the gay boys
Go and slay, boys,Ā
you my fave boys
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Lonely Sentence Starters
āYouāve been sitting alone for hours, hope you donāt mind me joining youā
āDo you have any friends? I always see you around butā¦ aloneā
āDo you want to join me?ā
āDo you want to join us?ā
āWe have an extra ticket if you want to comeā
āIs there a reason you never talk to peopleā
āYouāre the only person at this bar that leaves alone at night, every nightā
āLet me keep you companyā
āYouāre a familiar faceā
āGlad Iām not the only one alone out here tonightā
āDo you like being lonely?ā
āWhere you always so distant from everyone?ā
āCome on, just play one game with me, I canāt let you sit there and mope all dayā
āYou donāt have to be so lonely you knowā
I don't have the attention span to actually RP. So I'm rolling off here.
sebastian moran & james moriarty aesthetic.
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THEY CANāT ABANDON YOU IF YOU PUSH THEM AWAY FIRST
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āYou here?ā
This could work.
Iām the most awesome candidate that youāre either here at my rallies or you wish you could be here.Ā
āGood Luckā
Iām not seeing that work well.
ādo you know what this means??ā
workable
-SP
the alien emoji????
-CR
Those are the facts.
ā¦..
Yāall got something to work with.
I have:Ā āSo the group package requires the party to have 25 people and we only have 17.ā
āLet me know how it goesā That actually sounds pretty appropriate
āSleep goodā
āHi momā
āformidable machineāĀ
āIf it sickens you so much, change it. Terrible things can be good if you work at it.ā
Iām good with that.
āI hate when people steal my foodā
ā¦
āIām sorry that sucksā
āyou know where to find me.ā
āOkā
āMake a lot. Me and Alex are starvingā
āAhhh summer rainstorms are my favorite omg Iām gonna go dance in the rain rn this is the BESTāĀ
okay yes Iām good with thisĀ
āHot wings?ā
āI wonāt be able to sleep this keyed up anyway.ā
āOMG we are truly blessedā ā I would be able to spin that.
āTheyāre watching. šā
What kind of totalitarian regime am I running here?!
"I don't blame you."
Lmao that's some passive-aggressive shit as a slogan.
Reblog if you are an Asian actor, support Asian actors, or you just REALLY wanna smack Finn Jones in the mouth
There is nothing in the world as eminently punchable as this image.
your last seven emojis are how the week is gonna go
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To Andrew Scott, a delicious man and even more exquisite Villain as #Moriarty in Sherlock
About 5 hours of digital workĀ
Rolling back onto prosthetical now.
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Jim chuckled, the noise vibrating against Sherlockās throat, which he couldnāt seem to leave alone. His lips parted again, only this time he couldnāt resist sinking his teeth into Sherlockās neck for a moment.
Meanwhile, Jimās hands slid down to grip Sherlockās hips tightly, before sliding around to his arse. God, heād been waiting to grab it for so long. Jim growled in approval, grinding his erection into Sherlockās thigh.
Apparently conversation was to go by the wayside for the time being.
Sherlock gasped at the feeling of teeth against his neck. Truly, that should not be as hot as it was. He knew how many germs resided in the human mouth, but he couldnāt quite be arsed to care when it felt that damn good.
Jimās hands found his arse and he let out a long, loud groan, hoping that this place was as private as it seemed. āGod,ā he moaned. āGod, your mouth.ā He rolled his hips as he felt Jimās hard cock press against his thigh.
Fuck, the noises Sherlock made left Jim achingly hard. And with his mouth on Sherlock's neck, he couldn't resist the temptation to bite down harder, deliberately sucking a vivid mark into Sherlock's neck. Something to remember him by later.
Of course, if they kept going like this too much longer, they'd both come embarrassingly soon. With reluctance, Jim pulled back slightly. At least this allowed him to admire his handiwork.
"Lovely..."
[text: Jim] Of course you do. We think alike. SH
[SMS] Just the way I like it. -JMxxx
Sherlock grinned at his phone and slipped it back into his inside pocket. The rest of the cab ride thankfully didnāt take too long. Ā As soon as they had slowed to a stop, Sherlock threw money at the cabbie and hopped up to the flat a few steps at a time.Ā He was curious to know what Jim had managed to put together and aĀ little eager to see him too, if Sherlock was to be honest with himself.Ā
Jim Moriarty rarely (never) did things halfway. In this case, that meant he'd cooked an entire luxurious meal, despite (or because of) his complicated relationship with food. Pasta made from scratch, homemade alfredo sauce, grilled chicken, garlic bread, salad.
And he hadn't even laid out the dessert yet.
Of course, Jim wore an absurd apron, but it managed to suit him. Sherlock always got to see sides of Jim that no one else did. His lips twitched, though he hardly acknowledged Sherlock's presence otherwise.
"Hungry, my darling?"
Jim chuckled, the noise vibrating against Sherlock's throat, which he couldn't seem to leave alone. His lips parted again, only this time he couldn't resist sinking his teeth into Sherlock's neck for a moment.
Meanwhile, Jim's hands slid down to grip Sherlock's hips tightly, before sliding around to his arse. God, he'd been waiting to grab it for so long. Jim growled in approval, grinding his erection into Sherlock's thigh.
Apparently conversation was to go by the wayside for the time being.
Sherlock tried to not give away his anxious feelings about this encounter. It isnāt as though he hadnāt met with strange men in hotel rooms and back alleys before. But, he conceded to himself, none of those were quite as dangerous as Jim Moriarty.
The lift opened and he walked down the hallway with its lush carpeting and slightly over the top lighting fixtures. He reached the door number that Jim had texted him and he knocked three times, his heart pounding hard and palms damp.
Jim jerked to a halt the instant he became aware of Sherlockās presence. His own heart was racing, eyes dark, sweat dotting his brow. For once, drugs werenāt to blame.
A split second later, Jim was darting for the door, snake-like in his strike. Mercifully, he was able to confirm his intended quarry was indeed the caller. One second more to smooth back his hair carefully, and Jim nonchalantly opened the door.
āIf it isnāt my favourite detectiveā¦ā Jimās voice dipped into a low purr, both menacing and arousing in tone.
For a moment, Sherlock doubted himself. He had to take a moment to clear his throat as he was once again face to face with Jim Moriarty.
His heart pounding, he practically melted at the smooth, sultry tone of Jimās voice, and he knew that his own voice would not carry the same seductive timbre. His knees were already weak as he stepped forward.
āIām not the only one, Iām sure. Your repertoire must be varied indeed. ā
A smirk crept onto Jimās lips. He was practically visibly preening even as he smoothly closed and locked the door behind Sherlock.
āPerhaps,ā Jim drawled. āBut I never kiss and tell.ā That wasnāt always entirely true, but no sense saying anything to turn Sherlock off just yet.
āI hope you like it. I set everything up just for youā¦ā Already, shameless, Jim was moving in to press his body to Sherlockās. His arousal was only too easy to see and feel.
Sherlock stiffened as Jim pressed up against him. He let our a soft gasp, knowing heād likely given up the game already. It didnāt matter, though, because it seemed that Jim already knew what he liked. Danger. Sexual prowess. Dominance.
āHave you?ā He asked softly, his voice gruff with arousal. He was already getting hard, and they hadnāt done anything but tease one another.
Jim was enjoying himself already, and they'd hardly even gotten started. Though he was quite a bit shorter than Sherlock, it wasn't terribly difficult for him to press his favourite detective back against the wall and nuzzle into his neck. Jim's lips brushed against bare skin as he answered.
"Of course. Would you expect anything less from me?" God, Jim was already on his way to rock hard. He was almost dizzy with how quickly the blood rushed to his groin.
Sherlock tried to not give away his anxious feelings about this encounter. It isnāt as though he hadnāt met with strange men in hotel rooms and back alleys before. But, he conceded to himself, none of those were quite as dangerous as Jim Moriarty.
The lift opened and he walked down the hallway with its lush carpeting and slightly over the top lighting fixtures. He reached the door number that Jim had texted him and he knocked three times, his heart pounding hard and palms damp.
Jim jerked to a halt the instant he became aware of Sherlockās presence. His own heart was racing, eyes dark, sweat dotting his brow. For once, drugs werenāt to blame.
A split second later, Jim was darting for the door, snake-like in his strike. Mercifully, he was able to confirm his intended quarry was indeed the caller. One second more to smooth back his hair carefully, and Jim nonchalantly opened the door.
āIf it isnāt my favourite detectiveā¦ā Jimās voice dipped into a low purr, both menacing and arousing in tone.
For a moment, Sherlock doubted himself. He had to take a moment to clear his throat as he was once again face to face with Jim Moriarty.
His heart pounding, he practically melted at the smooth, sultry tone of Jimās voice, and he knew that his own voice would not carry the same seductive timbre. His knees were already weak as he stepped forward.
āIām not the only one, Iām sure. Your repertoire must be varied indeed. ā
A smirk crept onto Jim's lips. He was practically visibly preening even as he smoothly closed and locked the door behind Sherlock.
"Perhaps," Jim drawled. "But I never kiss and tell." That wasn't always entirely true, but no sense saying anything to turn Sherlock off just yet.
"I hope you like it. I set everything up just for you..." Already, shameless, Jim was moving in to press his body to Sherlock's. His arousal was only too easy to see and feel.
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Dead is the new sexy
