#nolongeratiger

[di--lestrade]

nolongeratiger: #i'm gonna leave a mark on your neck where the whole Yard can fuckin see it 

  That may- I mean... I’m not...saying No, please don’t, but I’m not sure it would be as welcomed at the Yard as I might find it.

[deadsexy]

BAAAAABE

MY LOVE!

[amanandgoodatit]

nolongeratiger replied to your post: {{ – … greg can u fuckin not }}

both john and bastian are mad about this can u not

{{ -- ifkr holy shit }}

[tigermarked]

SEBASTIAN MORAN APPRECIATION TIME

// so i know @cansprainpeople posted a lovely john appreciation post previously and because i’m going to be away in the middle of australia with no internet for a while i thought i’d do something similar in case y’all needed some more seb moran in your life which everyone does. he’s such a minor character but each portrayal is different and legitimate and bless u all for writing him as you do! here goes ( and definitely add anyone i’ve forgotten ): 

@sniper-with-a-smoke / @marksmanmoran / @hiistiger / @thesecondmost / @salvatiicn / @blammoran / @colmcran / @bashertigermoran / @headbasher /  @stripedsniper /  @col-sebastian / @nolongeratiger / @moranument 

[james-m0riarty-blog]

Centre Stage - closed RP

@nolongeratiger

The music was what he noticed first; the bass, the lights, the smell of sex calling to him. As Jim walked in to the gentleman’s club, he didn’t know what to expect. Of course his current date, dealer, whatever he was, insisted that they come here, talking nonstop about the men here, one man in particular. Jim could care less where they went. He wanted to get high, drink and have some fun. If the men here did in fact do what Shane claimed they did, he should be in luck.

Moving to a dark private booth, Jim had full view of the stage. As Shane passed him a vile under the table, he ordered a drink from a somewhat attractive shot boy. Not someone Jim would chase, not someone worth the Irishman’s time. A quick inhale from the tube in his hand, and he eyed the stage somewhat lazily. His body felt light and he was soon numb, watching as the man came back with their drinks. No longer paying attention to the announcer, he eyed his friend; taking a sip from the bottle of beer he was given.

As he looked back to the stage, he couldn’t help but let his jaw drop. Damn. Now that was a man Jim would go for. Tall, muscles, and tanned. He screamed dangerous but, that never stopped Jim before. He fell into a trance, eyes roaming over the others body, watching as he danced around the stage. He needed to find out who he was, needed to get a name at least.

The song ended far too quickly and soon the man disappeared off the stage. The drugs and alcohol in his system stopped Jim from doing much more, keeping him where he was in the booth. Hopefully he’d run into the unknown dancer, and hopefully they could get to know each other better. After all, that was why he was here, no?

[criminalsandtea]

♥

Romance Time! Send me ♥ And I generate a number to see what my muse has to say!nolongeratiger

7. Don’t let me be alone.

[stbartsveteran-blog]

nolongeratiger

“You deserve a nice girl/guy. You shouldn’t trail after someone like me.”

"And what if what I deserve isn't what I want?" 

[thecriminalprofessor]

Turn of a Penny || @Nolongeratiger

Rumours, the professor decided, were very useful things. Providing you could filter out the truth from the lies, they could tell you a lot about a man. Who he speaks to, where he goes, how decent a punch he could throw.

Men who were good in a scrap were always useful to the professor, and if they could come out on top of one of his boxing club acquaintances then they were most definitely worth looking into. Moriarty only personally associated himself with the best, and he who was better than the best automatically sparked interest for him.

And that was why the professor currently found himself sitting down on a bench next to a stranger somewhere in the middle of an Oxford park. The other man - Mr Sebastian Moran, if his information was correct - was one of these few men who were of interest to him, and he wanted to find out more.

"What are you reading?" The professor spoke up after a few minutes of silence, finally making his move. "It looks positively dull from where I am sitting."

[james-m0riarty-blog]

rough touch

9. Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

Jim smirked, he knew he’d pissed Sebastian off, especially sending him to that call, knowing he could have been hurt or worse. But of course, Jim knew better, knew his sniper would make it out alive. Unscathed? No, but alive nonetheless. As the larger mans hand wrapped around his neck, Jim couldn’t help but scoff, only to feel it tighten. “Sebastian…” He attempted, his voice coming out a bit gravely as his air was slowly cut off. “What exactly is it you plan on doing?” 

[jamesfuckingmoriarty]

Hello sexy. Miss me? [literally just.. sebastian why are you imitating your boss]

“Hmm. You don’t truly expect me to admit it, do you?”

[criminalsandtea]

✉

Send me ✉ and I'll randomly generate a text message you'll get from my muse.nolongeratiger

36. [text] Do you think my ceiling lamp would hold a body?

[virinonesse-blog]

"Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out." [because reasons]

"Perhaps I like it there, it's certainly more pleasurable than your cock."