archenland:

The Pulpit Rock - Stavanger (by Juliano Yamakawa)

I’ve been battling a horrible flu for the past two weeks.

I’ve been almost hospitalized, twice, for violent coughing and vomiting and I haven’t really had much to eat in a week. I have no appetite and no strength. And I’m worried I’m not getting any better.

I’m both concerned and saddened by all this because I was just starting to get the roleplay going for my group and I have to back out until I get better.

I’m not leaving the group, but I am leaving this in John’s hands for a few days until I get it together.

Again, I’m sorry. I’m the worst person ever. I know this.

- the one behind SH.

armydoctorwatson:

annamilton:

cakegun:

The Mailman has regenerated 2 times. His blue pajama button-up shirt, decorated with dark blue hearts and white fluffy sheep is the most notable item in his wardrobe. His companion is the lovely Sanna and his ever so annoying catchphrase is “Sowieso.”

The Medstudent has regenerated 5 times. Her colorful frilly blouse filled with butterflies is the most notable item in her wardrobe. Her companion is Kate and her catchphrase is “asdkljaslkdjsaldjasl”

The Cashier has regenerated 6 times. Her green Chuck Taylor Converse shoes is the most notable item in her wardrobe. Her companion is Maxine, her cousin, and her catchphrase is “Sweet!”

The tour guide has regenerated 5 times. The forest green beanie is the most item in her wardrobe. Laura, her good friend, is her companion and her catchphrase is “תודה לאל”

(Source: moonwafflez)

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

*rolls his eyes* Yes… that’s it. I don’t have a sense of humor. Or, I just don’t have the same sense of humor you do. 

“Which means you don’t have a great sense of humor.” 

My sense of humor is perfectly fine, thank you very much!

Come now, John. We both know that isn’t true.

Piss off, Sherlock. My sense of humor is fine.

You are such an angry little man.

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

“It was incredibly funny, John.” Sherlock turned and wrapped his own towel around John’s shoulders, pulling him into their bedroom. “You just lack a sense of humor.”

*rolls his eyes* Yes… that’s it. I don’t have a sense of humor. Or, I just don’t have the same sense of humor you do. 

“Which means you don’t have a great sense of humor.” 

My sense of humor is perfectly fine, thank you very much!

Come now, John. We both know that isn’t true.

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

His smile faded and he pulled his legs off John’s lap and rose to his feet, stepping out of the tub. “Have it your way.” He grabbed two towels — one for himself and threw the other to John. He dried his wet curls as he left the bathroom, trailing a pool of water behind him.

*heaves a sigh and hoists himself out of the bathtub, his clothes squishing as he followed after Sherlock* Ok… maybe it was a little bit funny *says as he catches up to Sherlock, stopping him in his tracks with a hand on his shoulder* But I think it’s only right if you help me out of these wet clothes… since you made it happen.

“It was incredibly funny, John.” Sherlock turned and wrapped his own towel around John’s shoulders, pulling him into their bedroom. “You just lack a sense of humor.”

*rolls his eyes* Yes… that’s it. I don’t have a sense of humor. Or, I just don’t have the same sense of humor you do. 

“Which means you don’t have a great sense of humor.” 

ohmissmollyhooper:

theannoyingdick replied to your post: -pulled her close and kissed the top of her head;

Happy “Ireland’s National Saint’s Holiday”-day, Molly.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you too, Sherlock.  Are you wearing green?

….No.

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

*shakes his head* It’s really not.

“What’s got you in a mood today?” His hand sneaked over near by John’s hip and began to flick water up towards the man. “Why aren’t you happy?”

Oh, I don’t know. I’m suddenly soaking wet… not something I wanted to be today.

His smile faded and he pulled his legs off John’s lap and rose to his feet, stepping out of the tub. “Have it your way.” He grabbed two towels — one for himself and threw the other to John. He dried his wet curls as he left the bathroom, trailing a pool of water behind him.

*heaves a sigh and hoists himself out of the bathtub, his clothes squishing as he followed after Sherlock* Ok… maybe it was a little bit funny *says as he catches up to Sherlock, stopping him in his tracks with a hand on his shoulder* But I think it’s only right if you help me out of these wet clothes… since you made it happen.

“It was incredibly funny, John.” Sherlock turned and wrapped his own towel around John’s shoulders, pulling him into their bedroom. “You just lack a sense of humor.”