Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite word is now your catchphrase.

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!”

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

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.

Yeah, I am. 

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.

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!

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. 

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.

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

Not so funny now, right? *glares*

Sherlock was lying in the tub, his long legs draped over John’s lap. He was sputtering water and wiping at the hair in his eyes before he spoke, “No. It’s still funny.”

*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.

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

You think you’re so damn funny. *sits up, reaching forward, grabbing the collar of Sherlock’s shirt and yanking him forward into the tub*

Sherlock’s face contorted into shock as John grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him in. Minus any sort of grace, he clamored into the tub, clothes and all, a yelp of surprise as he did.

Not so funny now, right? *glares*

Sherlock was lying in the tub, his long legs draped over John’s lap. He was sputtering water and wiping at the hair in his eyes before he spoke, “No. It’s still funny.”

*shakes his head* It’s really not.

theannoyingdick:

armydoctorwatson:

theannoyingdick:

Sherlock had to sit back and grip his stomach, laughing to the point of tears. “Oh, John, you never saw it coming.”

You think you’re so damn funny. *sits up, reaching forward, grabbing the collar of Sherlock’s shirt and yanking him forward into the tub*

Sherlock’s face contorted into shock as John grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him in. Minus any sort of grace, he clamored into the tub, clothes and all, a yelp of surprise as he did.

Not so funny now, right? *glares*