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3rd September 2013

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That’s not my point, Sherlock. But you weren’t here, so you couldn’t be the first to show you. *John took a long sip of his tea, leaning back into the sofa.* Of course you’re jealous, but let’s forget it…

Don’t make me say it again, I’m not jealous! *Putting his cup, Sherlock crossed his arms before his chest and let out a sigh again.* But lets skip this subject. You were about to leave, do you have any plans for today? Maybe a date at a barber’s? *Leaning back, Sherlock couldn’t hide a little grin.*

*John snorted, just shaking his head.* I was about to go shopping, that’s all. But that can wait. And you? Is your case closed or do you still have to do something?

I managed to finish everything up before returning to London. And I have to admit I missed you. I’m not used to work on my own anymore… *Glancing back at John, Sherlock took another sip of his tea.* Don’t you want to go shopping anymore, or why are just sitting here?

Actually I’m still sitting here, because you just came home and I wanted to hear what you’ve done all the time. But then I’ll do the shopping, if you don’t have to say anything. *John sighed, emptying his tea and putting his coat on again.* Do you need something?

*Looking back up at John, Sherlock took another sip of his tea.* If you want me to come with you, I’ll join you. But if you want me to stay, I’ll stay of course. *Looking down into his cup again, he let out a sigh.* Btw, what do you want me to tell you? Something about the case I’ve been working on?

*John shook his head and let out a deep sigh. Why did Sherloch never understand what he wanted to tell him.* No Sherlock, you don’t have to come with me. It’s just that we haven’t seen each other for the last weeks and I thought your coming back would be a little different. I don’t know about you, but I missed you…

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That’s not my point, Sherlock. But you weren’t here, so you couldn’t be the first to show you. *John took a long sip of his tea, leaning back into the sofa.* Of course you’re jealous, but let’s forget it…

Don’t make me say it again, I’m not jealous! *Putting his cup, Sherlock crossed his arms before his chest and let out a sigh again.* But lets skip this subject. You were about to leave, do you have any plans for today? Maybe a date at a barber’s? *Leaning back, Sherlock couldn’t hide a little grin.*

*John snorted, just shaking his head.* I was about to go shopping, that’s all. But that can wait. And you? Is your case closed or do you still have to do something?

I managed to finish everything up before returning to London. And I have to admit I missed you. I’m not used to work on my own anymore… *Glancing back at John, Sherlock took another sip of his tea.* Don’t you want to go shopping anymore, or why are just sitting here?

Actually I’m still sitting here, because you just came home and I wanted to hear what you’ve done all the time. But then I’ll do the shopping, if you don’t have to say anything. *John sighed, emptying his tea and putting his coat on again.* Do you need something?

*Looking back up at John, Sherlock took another sip of his tea.* If you want me to come with you, I’ll join you. But if you want me to stay, I’ll stay of course. *Looking down into his cup again, he let out a sigh.* Btw, what do you want me to tell you? Something about the case I’ve been working on?

*John shook his head and let out a deep sigh. Why did Sherloch never understand what he wanted to tell him.* No Sherlock, you don’t have to come with me. It’s just that we haven’t seen each other for the last weeks and I thought your coming back would be a little different. I don’t know about you, but I missed you…

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26th August 2013

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*John laughed, putting his tea away before he would drop it.* One could think you are jealous! I’ve just met him last week and I didn’t ask him! He just told me what he thinks, if I wanted to hear it or not. That’s something the Holmes’ s have in common. *John snorted, still grinning a little.* You weren’t here to ask you. And I’m not walking around to ask everyone how I look…

I’m not jealous! Why would I be jealous of my brother? *Staring back at John, Sherlock frowned once more.* There’s no reason to be jealous. I mean why would you say that?? *Shaking his head, Sherlock took another sip, pouting a little.* And don’t get me wrong here, I would have taken you with me, but it wasn’t possible…

That’s not my point, Sherlock. But you weren’t here, so you couldn’t be the first to show you. *John took a long sip of his tea, leaning back into the sofa.* Of course you’re jealous, but let’s forget it…

Don’t make me say it again, I’m not jealous! *Putting his cup, Sherlock crossed his arms before his chest and let out a sigh again.* But lets skip this subject. You were about to leave, do you have any plans for today? Maybe a date at a barber’s? *Leaning back, Sherlock couldn’t hide a little grin.*

*John snorted, just shaking his head.* I was about to go shopping, that’s all. But that can wait. And you? Is your case closed or do you still have to do something?

I managed to finish everything up before returning to London. And I have to admit I missed you. I’m not used to work on my own anymore… *Glancing back at John, Sherlock took another sip of his tea.* Don’t you want to go shopping anymore, or why are just sitting here?

Actually I’m still sitting here, because you just came home and I wanted to hear what you’ve done all the time. But then I’ll do the shopping, if you don’t have to say anything. *John sighed, emptying his tea and putting his coat on again.* Do you need something?

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*John laughed, putting his tea away before he would drop it.* One could think you are jealous! I’ve just met him last week and I didn’t ask him! He just told me what he thinks, if I wanted to hear it or not. That’s something the Holmes’ s have in common. *John snorted, still grinning a little.* You weren’t here to ask you. And I’m not walking around to ask everyone how I look…

I’m not jealous! Why would I be jealous of my brother? *Staring back at John, Sherlock frowned once more.* There’s no reason to be jealous. I mean why would you say that?? *Shaking his head, Sherlock took another sip, pouting a little.* And don’t get me wrong here, I would have taken you with me, but it wasn’t possible…

That’s not my point, Sherlock. But you weren’t here, so you couldn’t be the first to show you. *John took a long sip of his tea, leaning back into the sofa.* Of course you’re jealous, but let’s forget it…

Don’t make me say it again, I’m not jealous! *Putting his cup, Sherlock crossed his arms before his chest and let out a sigh again.* But lets skip this subject. You were about to leave, do you have any plans for today? Maybe a date at a barber’s? *Leaning back, Sherlock couldn’t hide a little grin.*

*John snorted, just shaking his head.* I was about to go shopping, that’s all. But that can wait. And you? Is your case closed or do you still have to do something?

I managed to finish everything up before returning to London. And I have to admit I missed you. I’m not used to work on my own anymore… *Glancing back at John, Sherlock took another sip of his tea.* Don’t you want to go shopping anymore, or why are just sitting here?

Actually I’m still sitting here, because you just came home and I wanted to hear what you’ve done all the time. But then I’ll do the shopping, if you don’t have to say anything. *John sighed, emptying his tea and putting his coat on again.* Do you need something?

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14th August 2013

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*John threw an angry glance at Sherlock and gave him his cup of tea.* Because I know that you will shave it off anyway and now I know you don’t even mind that I’ll be mad. *He sighed again and sat down next to Sherlock.* And to be honest, I think the others didn’t like it as well. Mycroft is your brother, of course he was honest. Just a little more polite. And Greg almost couldn’t hide his grin…

*Looking over at John again, Sherlock took a sip of his tea.* You asked my brother before you even care to ask me? He doesn’t even care! He probably only wanted to get you out of his room… *Sinking down a bit, he let his chin rest on the edge of his cup.* But I’m surprised it was so easy to convince you in the end…

*John laughed, putting his tea away before he would drop it.* One could think you are jealous! I’ve just met him last week and I didn’t ask him! He just told me what he thinks, if I wanted to hear it or not. That’s something the Holmes’ s have in common. *John snorted, still grinning a little.* You weren’t here to ask you. And I’m not walking around to ask everyone how I look…

I’m not jealous! Why would I be jealous of my brother? *Staring back at John, Sherlock frowned once more.* There’s no reason to be jealous. I mean why would you say that?? *Shaking his head, Sherlock took another sip, pouting a little.* And don’t get me wrong here, I would have taken you with me, but it wasn’t possible…

That’s not my point, Sherlock. But you weren’t here, so you couldn’t be the first to show you. *John took a long sip of his tea, leaning back into the sofa.* Of course you’re jealous, but let’s forget it…

Don’t make me say it again, I’m not jealous! *Putting his cup, Sherlock crossed his arms before his chest and let out a sigh again.* But lets skip this subject. You were about to leave, do you have any plans for today? Maybe a date at a barber’s? *Leaning back, Sherlock couldn’t hide a little grin.*

*John snorted, just shaking his head.* I was about to go shopping, that’s all. But that can wait. And you? Is your case closed or do you still have to do something?

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*John threw an angry glance at Sherlock and gave him his cup of tea.* Because I know that you will shave it off anyway and now I know you don’t even mind that I’ll be mad. *He sighed again and sat down next to Sherlock.* And to be honest, I think the others didn’t like it as well. Mycroft is your brother, of course he was honest. Just a little more polite. And Greg almost couldn’t hide his grin…

*Looking over at John again, Sherlock took a sip of his tea.* You asked my brother before you even care to ask me? He doesn’t even care! He probably only wanted to get you out of his room… *Sinking down a bit, he let his chin rest on the edge of his cup.* But I’m surprised it was so easy to convince you in the end…

*John laughed, putting his tea away before he would drop it.* One could think you are jealous! I’ve just met him last week and I didn’t ask him! He just told me what he thinks, if I wanted to hear it or not. That’s something the Holmes’ s have in common. *John snorted, still grinning a little.* You weren’t here to ask you. And I’m not walking around to ask everyone how I look…

I’m not jealous! Why would I be jealous of my brother? *Staring back at John, Sherlock frowned once more.* There’s no reason to be jealous. I mean why would you say that?? *Shaking his head, Sherlock took another sip, pouting a little.* And don’t get me wrong here, I would have taken you with me, but it wasn’t possible…

That’s not my point, Sherlock. But you weren’t here, so you couldn’t be the first to show you. *John took a long sip of his tea, leaning back into the sofa.* Of course you’re jealous, but let’s forget it…

Don’t make me say it again, I’m not jealous! *Putting his cup, Sherlock crossed his arms before his chest and let out a sigh again.* But lets skip this subject. You were about to leave, do you have any plans for today? Maybe a date at a barber’s? *Leaning back, Sherlock couldn’t hide a little grin.*

*John snorted, just shaking his head.* I was about to go shopping, that’s all. But that can wait. And you? Is your case closed or do you still have to do something?

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10th August 2013

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It does what?! Well, I don’t want to look older. *Getting up on his feed again, he walked into the kitchen, taking the boiling water and filling both of their cups.* You convinced me, I’ll schave it off. But now I’m drinking my tea first.

Well I, personally, think it does. The others haven’t been completely honest with you, have they? *Watching John from their sofa, Sherlock put his feet down again. Waiting for John to return, he picked up a magazine.* So you do favour my opinion over your own then. What’s the reason for it?

*John threw an angry glance at Sherlock and gave him his cup of tea.* Because I know that you will shave it off anyway and now I know you don’t even mind that I’ll be mad. *He sighed again and sat down next to Sherlock.* And to be honest, I think the others didn’t like it as well. Mycroft is your brother, of course he was honest. Just a little more polite. And Greg almost couldn’t hide his grin…

*Looking over at John again, Sherlock took a sip of his tea.* You asked my brother before you even care to ask me? He doesn’t even care! He probably only wanted to get you out of his room… *Sinking down a bit, he let his chin rest on the edge of his cup.* But I’m surprised it was so easy to convince you in the end…

*John laughed, putting his tea away before he would drop it.* One could think you are jealous! I’ve just met him last week and I didn’t ask him! He just told me what he thinks, if I wanted to hear it or not. That’s something the Holmes’ s have in common. *John snorted, still grinning a little.* You weren’t here to ask you. And I’m not walking around to ask everyone how I look…

I’m not jealous! Why would I be jealous of my brother? *Staring back at John, Sherlock frowned once more.* There’s no reason to be jealous. I mean why would you say that?? *Shaking his head, Sherlock took another sip, pouting a little.* And don’t get me wrong here, I would have taken you with me, but it wasn’t possible…

That’s not my point, Sherlock. But you weren’t here, so you couldn’t be the first to show you. *John took a long sip of his tea, leaning back into the sofa.* Of course you’re jealous, but let’s forget it…

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It does what?! Well, I don’t want to look older. *Getting up on his feed again, he walked into the kitchen, taking the boiling water and filling both of their cups.* You convinced me, I’ll schave it off. But now I’m drinking my tea first.

Well I, personally, think it does. The others haven’t been completely honest with you, have they? *Watching John from their sofa, Sherlock put his feet down again. Waiting for John to return, he picked up a magazine.* So you do favour my opinion over your own then. What’s the reason for it?

*John threw an angry glance at Sherlock and gave him his cup of tea.* Because I know that you will shave it off anyway and now I know you don’t even mind that I’ll be mad. *He sighed again and sat down next to Sherlock.* And to be honest, I think the others didn’t like it as well. Mycroft is your brother, of course he was honest. Just a little more polite. And Greg almost couldn’t hide his grin…

*Looking over at John again, Sherlock took a sip of his tea.* You asked my brother before you even care to ask me? He doesn’t even care! He probably only wanted to get you out of his room… *Sinking down a bit, he let his chin rest on the edge of his cup.* But I’m surprised it was so easy to convince you in the end…

*John laughed, putting his tea away before he would drop it.* One could think you are jealous! I’ve just met him last week and I didn’t ask him! He just told me what he thinks, if I wanted to hear it or not. That’s something the Holmes’ s have in common. *John snorted, still grinning a little.* You weren’t here to ask you. And I’m not walking around to ask everyone how I look…

I’m not jealous! Why would I be jealous of my brother? *Staring back at John, Sherlock frowned once more.* There’s no reason to be jealous. I mean why would you say that?? *Shaking his head, Sherlock took another sip, pouting a little.* And don’t get me wrong here, I would have taken you with me, but it wasn’t possible…

That’s not my point, Sherlock. But you weren’t here, so you couldn’t be the first to show you. *John took a long sip of his tea, leaning back into the sofa.* Of course you’re jealous, but let’s forget it…

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8th August 2013

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It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

It would be better for the rest of the world if you would shave it off. *Glancing back a John, Sherlock reached out again, trying to touch John’s moustache once more. Running his fingers over it, he frowned again.* I mean do you really want to keep it? It makes you look older than you actually are…

It does what?! Well, I don’t want to look older. *Getting up on his feed again, he walked into the kitchen, taking the boiling water and filling both of their cups.* You convinced me, I’ll schave it off. But now I’m drinking my tea first.

Well I, personally, think it does. The others haven’t been completely honest with you, have they? *Watching John from their sofa, Sherlock put his feet down again. Waiting for John to return, he picked up a magazine.* So you do favour my opinion over your own then. What’s the reason for it?

*John threw an angry glance at Sherlock and gave him his cup of tea.* Because I know that you will shave it off anyway and now I know you don’t even mind that I’ll be mad. *He sighed again and sat down next to Sherlock.* And to be honest, I think the others didn’t like it as well. Mycroft is your brother, of course he was honest. Just a little more polite. And Greg almost couldn’t hide his grin…

*Looking over at John again, Sherlock took a sip of his tea.* You asked my brother before you even care to ask me? He doesn’t even care! He probably only wanted to get you out of his room… *Sinking down a bit, he let his chin rest on the edge of his cup.* But I’m surprised it was so easy to convince you in the end…

*John laughed, putting his tea away before he would drop it.* One could think you are jealous! I’ve just met him last week and I didn’t ask him! He just told me what he thinks, if I wanted to hear it or not. That’s something the Holmes’ s have in common. *John snorted, still grinning a little.* You weren’t here to ask you. And I’m not walking around to ask everyone how I look…

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It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

It would be better for the rest of the world if you would shave it off. *Glancing back a John, Sherlock reached out again, trying to touch John’s moustache once more. Running his fingers over it, he frowned again.* I mean do you really want to keep it? It makes you look older than you actually are…

It does what?! Well, I don’t want to look older. *Getting up on his feed again, he walked into the kitchen, taking the boiling water and filling both of their cups.* You convinced me, I’ll schave it off. But now I’m drinking my tea first.

Well I, personally, think it does. The others haven’t been completely honest with you, have they? *Watching John from their sofa, Sherlock put his feet down again. Waiting for John to return, he picked up a magazine.* So you do favour my opinion over your own then. What’s the reason for it?

*John threw an angry glance at Sherlock and gave him his cup of tea.* Because I know that you will shave it off anyway and now I know you don’t even mind that I’ll be mad. *He sighed again and sat down next to Sherlock.* And to be honest, I think the others didn’t like it as well. Mycroft is your brother, of course he was honest. Just a little more polite. And Greg almost couldn’t hide his grin…

*Looking over at John again, Sherlock took a sip of his tea.* You asked my brother before you even care to ask me? He doesn’t even care! He probably only wanted to get you out of his room… *Sinking down a bit, he let his chin rest on the edge of his cup.* But I’m surprised it was so easy to convince you in the end…

*John laughed, putting his tea away before he would drop it.* One could think you are jealous! I’ve just met him last week and I didn’t ask him! He just told me what he thinks, if I wanted to hear it or not. That’s something the Holmes’ s have in common. *John snorted, still grinning a little.* You weren’t here to ask you. And I’m not walking around to ask everyone how I look…

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8th August 2013

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Sulkiness?! Are you serious?! *John couldn’t believe his ears. How could Sherlock do this? But if he was honest with himself, he knew that Sherlock could do that.* If you think I’d just be a little mad and “sulky”, you’re wrong. Just wrong. And no, you’re not the first person. As you can imagine, it needed time to grow and I didn’t hide in the flat. *John sighed and pushed Sherlock’s feed from the table, sitting down next to him.* Is it really that terrible?

*Moving some inches to make space for John, Sherlock put his feet up again, glancing back at John.* I know you would be mad, but not too mad. I mean you survived without a moustache, so you won’t die when it leaves you again. *Folding his arms behind his head, Sherlock let out a sigh again.* It’s not terrible…I just like you better without it.

It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

It would be better for the rest of the world if you would shave it off. *Glancing back a John, Sherlock reached out again, trying to touch John’s moustache once more. Running his fingers over it, he frowned again.* I mean do you really want to keep it? It makes you look older than you actually are…

It does what?! Well, I don’t want to look older. *Getting up on his feed again, he walked into the kitchen, taking the boiling water and filling both of their cups.* You convinced me, I’ll schave it off. But now I’m drinking my tea first.

Well I, personally, think it does. The others haven’t been completely honest with you, have they? *Watching John from their sofa, Sherlock put his feet down again. Waiting for John to return, he picked up a magazine.* So you do favour my opinion over your own then. What’s the reason for it?

*John threw an angry glance at Sherlock and gave him his cup of tea.* Because I know that you will shave it off anyway and now I know you don’t even mind that I’ll be mad. *He sighed again and sat down next to Sherlock.* And to be honest, I think the others didn’t like it as well. Mycroft is your brother, of course he was honest. Just a little more polite. And Greg almost couldn’t hide his grin…

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Sulkiness?! Are you serious?! *John couldn’t believe his ears. How could Sherlock do this? But if he was honest with himself, he knew that Sherlock could do that.* If you think I’d just be a little mad and “sulky”, you’re wrong. Just wrong. And no, you’re not the first person. As you can imagine, it needed time to grow and I didn’t hide in the flat. *John sighed and pushed Sherlock’s feed from the table, sitting down next to him.* Is it really that terrible?

*Moving some inches to make space for John, Sherlock put his feet up again, glancing back at John.* I know you would be mad, but not too mad. I mean you survived without a moustache, so you won’t die when it leaves you again. *Folding his arms behind his head, Sherlock let out a sigh again.* It’s not terrible…I just like you better without it.

It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

It would be better for the rest of the world if you would shave it off. *Glancing back a John, Sherlock reached out again, trying to touch John’s moustache once more. Running his fingers over it, he frowned again.* I mean do you really want to keep it? It makes you look older than you actually are…

It does what?! Well, I don’t want to look older. *Getting up on his feed again, he walked into the kitchen, taking the boiling water and filling both of their cups.* You convinced me, I’ll schave it off. But now I’m drinking my tea first.

Well I, personally, think it does. The others haven’t been completely honest with you, have they? *Watching John from their sofa, Sherlock put his feet down again. Waiting for John to return, he picked up a magazine.* So you do favour my opinion over your own then. What’s the reason for it?

*John threw an angry glance at Sherlock and gave him his cup of tea.* Because I know that you will shave it off anyway and now I know you don’t even mind that I’ll be mad. *He sighed again and sat down next to Sherlock.* And to be honest, I think the others didn’t like it as well. Mycroft is your brother, of course he was honest. Just a little more polite. And Greg almost couldn’t hide his grin…

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7th August 2013

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*John sighed, walking over into the kitchen and putting the kettle on.* And you do realise that it is mine and you can’t just shave it off? Seriously Sherlock, if you do that I’ll be really mad at you.

*Making himself at home again, Sherlock put his feet up on their living room table. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh again.* I can shave it off. It’s just a matter of timing. And I can handle a bit of sulkiness, especially if it means I don’t have to see that thing any longer. Btw am I the first person to see it in public? 

Sulkiness?! Are you serious?! *John couldn’t believe his ears. How could Sherlock do this? But if he was honest with himself, he knew that Sherlock could do that.* If you think I’d just be a little mad and “sulky”, you’re wrong. Just wrong. And no, you’re not the first person. As you can imagine, it needed time to grow and I didn’t hide in the flat. *John sighed and pushed Sherlock’s feed from the table, sitting down next to him.* Is it really that terrible?

*Moving some inches to make space for John, Sherlock put his feet up again, glancing back at John.* I know you would be mad, but not too mad. I mean you survived without a moustache, so you won’t die when it leaves you again. *Folding his arms behind his head, Sherlock let out a sigh again.* It’s not terrible…I just like you better without it.

It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

It would be better for the rest of the world if you would shave it off. *Glancing back a John, Sherlock reached out again, trying to touch John’s moustache once more. Running his fingers over it, he frowned again.* I mean do you really want to keep it? It makes you look older than you actually are…

It does what?! Well, I don’t want to look older. *Getting up on his feed again, he walked into the kitchen, taking the boiling water and filling both of their cups.* You convinced me, I’ll schave it off. But now I’m drinking my tea first.

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*John sighed, walking over into the kitchen and putting the kettle on.* And you do realise that it is mine and you can’t just shave it off? Seriously Sherlock, if you do that I’ll be really mad at you.

*Making himself at home again, Sherlock put his feet up on their living room table. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh again.* I can shave it off. It’s just a matter of timing. And I can handle a bit of sulkiness, especially if it means I don’t have to see that thing any longer. Btw am I the first person to see it in public? 

Sulkiness?! Are you serious?! *John couldn’t believe his ears. How could Sherlock do this? But if he was honest with himself, he knew that Sherlock could do that.* If you think I’d just be a little mad and “sulky”, you’re wrong. Just wrong. And no, you’re not the first person. As you can imagine, it needed time to grow and I didn’t hide in the flat. *John sighed and pushed Sherlock’s feed from the table, sitting down next to him.* Is it really that terrible?

*Moving some inches to make space for John, Sherlock put his feet up again, glancing back at John.* I know you would be mad, but not too mad. I mean you survived without a moustache, so you won’t die when it leaves you again. *Folding his arms behind his head, Sherlock let out a sigh again.* It’s not terrible…I just like you better without it.

It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

It would be better for the rest of the world if you would shave it off. *Glancing back a John, Sherlock reached out again, trying to touch John’s moustache once more. Running his fingers over it, he frowned again.* I mean do you really want to keep it? It makes you look older than you actually are…

It does what?! Well, I don’t want to look older. *Getting up on his feed again, he walked into the kitchen, taking the boiling water and filling both of their cups.* You convinced me, I’ll schave it off. But now I’m drinking my tea first.

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*John sighed, walking over into the kitchen and putting the kettle on.* And you do realise that it is mine and you can’t just shave it off? Seriously Sherlock, if you do that I’ll be really mad at you.

*Making himself at home again, Sherlock put his feet up on their living room table. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh again.* I can shave it off. It’s just a matter of timing. And I can handle a bit of sulkiness, especially if it means I don’t have to see that thing any longer. Btw am I the first person to see it in public? 

Sulkiness?! Are you serious?! *John couldn’t believe his ears. How could Sherlock do this? But if he was honest with himself, he knew that Sherlock could do that.* If you think I’d just be a little mad and “sulky”, you’re wrong. Just wrong. And no, you’re not the first person. As you can imagine, it needed time to grow and I didn’t hide in the flat. *John sighed and pushed Sherlock’s feed from the table, sitting down next to him.* Is it really that terrible?

*Moving some inches to make space for John, Sherlock put his feet up again, glancing back at John.* I know you would be mad, but not too mad. I mean you survived without a moustache, so you won’t die when it leaves you again. *Folding his arms behind his head, Sherlock let out a sigh again.* It’s not terrible…I just like you better without it.

It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

It would be better for the rest of the world if you would shave it off. *Glancing back a John, Sherlock reached out again, trying to touch John’s moustache once more. Running his fingers over it, he frowned again.* I mean do you really want to keep it? It makes you look older than you actually are…

It does what?! Well, I don’t want to look older. *Getting up on his feed again, he walked into the kitchen, taking the boiling water and filling both of their cups.* You convinced me, I’ll schave it off. But now I’m drinking my tea first.

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*John sighed, walking over into the kitchen and putting the kettle on.* And you do realise that it is mine and you can’t just shave it off? Seriously Sherlock, if you do that I’ll be really mad at you.

*Making himself at home again, Sherlock put his feet up on their living room table. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh again.* I can shave it off. It’s just a matter of timing. And I can handle a bit of sulkiness, especially if it means I don’t have to see that thing any longer. Btw am I the first person to see it in public? 

Sulkiness?! Are you serious?! *John couldn’t believe his ears. How could Sherlock do this? But if he was honest with himself, he knew that Sherlock could do that.* If you think I’d just be a little mad and “sulky”, you’re wrong. Just wrong. And no, you’re not the first person. As you can imagine, it needed time to grow and I didn’t hide in the flat. *John sighed and pushed Sherlock’s feed from the table, sitting down next to him.* Is it really that terrible?

*Moving some inches to make space for John, Sherlock put his feet up again, glancing back at John.* I know you would be mad, but not too mad. I mean you survived without a moustache, so you won’t die when it leaves you again. *Folding his arms behind his head, Sherlock let out a sigh again.* It’s not terrible…I just like you better without it.

It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

It would be better for the rest of the world if you would shave it off. *Glancing back a John, Sherlock reached out again, trying to touch John’s moustache once more. Running his fingers over it, he frowned again.* I mean do you really want to keep it? It makes you look older than you actually are…

It does what?! Well, I don’t want to look older. *Getting up on his feed again, he walked into the kitchen, taking the boiling water and filling both of their cups.* You convinced me, I’ll schave it off. But now I’m drinking my tea first.

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What is ridiculous about it?! It’s a mustache, not more. *Again he took a step back and snorted.* Stop behaving like a child now and come in, for gods sake. This is not a trick and you can say whatever you want. *Turning around he walked back into the flat, hoping Sherlock would just stop this.*

Everything about it is ridiculous! *Sherlock’s gaze followed John up their stairs. Looking back to his bags, he let out a sigh again. Following John, he was still frowning.* So you’re not willing to shave it off then? *Letting himself fall onto their sofa, he stared back at John.* I will have to shave it off myself if you’re refusing to do so, you do realise that?

*John sighed, walking over into the kitchen and putting the kettle on.* And you do realise that it is mine and you can’t just shave it off? Seriously Sherlock, if you do that I’ll be really mad at you.

*Making himself at home again, Sherlock put his feet up on their living room table. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh again.* I can shave it off. It’s just a matter of timing. And I can handle a bit of sulkiness, especially if it means I don’t have to see that thing any longer. Btw am I the first person to see it in public? 

Sulkiness?! Are you serious?! *John couldn’t believe his ears. How could Sherlock do this? But if he was honest with himself, he knew that Sherlock could do that.* If you think I’d just be a little mad and “sulky”, you’re wrong. Just wrong. And no, you’re not the first person. As you can imagine, it needed time to grow and I didn’t hide in the flat. *John sighed and pushed Sherlock’s feed from the table, sitting down next to him.* Is it really that terrible?

*Moving some inches to make space for John, Sherlock put his feet up again, glancing back at John.* I know you would be mad, but not too mad. I mean you survived without a moustache, so you won’t die when it leaves you again. *Folding his arms behind his head, Sherlock let out a sigh again. *It’s not terrible…I just like you better without it.

It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

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What is ridiculous about it?! It’s a mustache, not more. *Again he took a step back and snorted.* Stop behaving like a child now and come in, for gods sake. This is not a trick and you can say whatever you want. *Turning around he walked back into the flat, hoping Sherlock would just stop this.*

Everything about it is ridiculous! *Sherlock’s gaze followed John up their stairs. Looking back to his bags, he let out a sigh again. Following John, he was still frowning.* So you’re not willing to shave it off then? *Letting himself fall onto their sofa, he stared back at John.* I will have to shave it off myself if you’re refusing to do so, you do realise that?

*John sighed, walking over into the kitchen and putting the kettle on.* And you do realise that it is mine and you can’t just shave it off? Seriously Sherlock, if you do that I’ll be really mad at you.

*Making himself at home again, Sherlock put his feet up on their living room table. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh again.* I can shave it off. It’s just a matter of timing. And I can handle a bit of sulkiness, especially if it means I don’t have to see that thing any longer. Btw am I the first person to see it in public? 

Sulkiness?! Are you serious?! *John couldn’t believe his ears. How could Sherlock do this? But if he was honest with himself, he knew that Sherlock could do that.* If you think I’d just be a little mad and “sulky”, you’re wrong. Just wrong. And no, you’re not the first person. As you can imagine, it needed time to grow and I didn’t hide in the flat. *John sighed and pushed Sherlock’s feed from the table, sitting down next to him.* Is it really that terrible?

*Moving some inches to make space for John, Sherlock put his feet up again, glancing back at John.* I know you would be mad, but not too mad. I mean you survived without a moustache, so you won’t die when it leaves you again. *Folding his arms behind his head, Sherlock let out a sigh again. *It’s not terrible…I just like you better without it.

It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

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What is ridiculous about it?! It’s a mustache, not more. *Again he took a step back and snorted.* Stop behaving like a child now and come in, for gods sake. This is not a trick and you can say whatever you want. *Turning around he walked back into the flat, hoping Sherlock would just stop this.*

Everything about it is ridiculous! *Sherlock’s gaze followed John up their stairs. Looking back to his bags, he let out a sigh again. Following John, he was still frowning.* So you’re not willing to shave it off then? *Letting himself fall onto their sofa, he stared back at John.* I will have to shave it off myself if you’re refusing to do so, you do realise that?

*John sighed, walking over into the kitchen and putting the kettle on.* And you do realise that it is mine and you can’t just shave it off? Seriously Sherlock, if you do that I’ll be really mad at you.

*Making himself at home again, Sherlock put his feet up on their living room table. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh again.* I can shave it off. It’s just a matter of timing. And I can handle a bit of sulkiness, especially if it means I don’t have to see that thing any longer. Btw am I the first person to see it in public? 

Sulkiness?! Are you serious?! *John couldn’t believe his ears. How could Sherlock do this? But if he was honest with himself, he knew that Sherlock could do that.* If you think I’d just be a little mad and “sulky”, you’re wrong. Just wrong. And no, you’re not the first person. As you can imagine, it needed time to grow and I didn’t hide in the flat. *John sighed and pushed Sherlock’s feed from the table, sitting down next to him.* Is it really that terrible?

*Moving some inches to make space for John, Sherlock put his feet up again, glancing back at John.* I know you would be mad, but not too mad. I mean you survived without a moustache, so you won’t die when it leaves you again. *Folding his arms behind his head, Sherlock let out a sigh again. *It’s not terrible…I just like you better without it.

It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

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What is ridiculous about it?! It’s a mustache, not more. *Again he took a step back and snorted.* Stop behaving like a child now and come in, for gods sake. This is not a trick and you can say whatever you want. *Turning around he walked back into the flat, hoping Sherlock would just stop this.*

Everything about it is ridiculous! *Sherlock’s gaze followed John up their stairs. Looking back to his bags, he let out a sigh again. Following John, he was still frowning.* So you’re not willing to shave it off then? *Letting himself fall onto their sofa, he stared back at John.* I will have to shave it off myself if you’re refusing to do so, you do realise that?

*John sighed, walking over into the kitchen and putting the kettle on.* And you do realise that it is mine and you can’t just shave it off? Seriously Sherlock, if you do that I’ll be really mad at you.

*Making himself at home again, Sherlock put his feet up on their living room table. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh again.* I can shave it off. It’s just a matter of timing. And I can handle a bit of sulkiness, especially if it means I don’t have to see that thing any longer. Btw am I the first person to see it in public? 

Sulkiness?! Are you serious?! *John couldn’t believe his ears. How could Sherlock do this? But if he was honest with himself, he knew that Sherlock could do that.* If you think I’d just be a little mad and “sulky”, you’re wrong. Just wrong. And no, you’re not the first person. As you can imagine, it needed time to grow and I didn’t hide in the flat. *John sighed and pushed Sherlock’s feed from the table, sitting down next to him.* Is it really that terrible?

*Moving some inches to make space for John, Sherlock put his feet up again, glancing back at John.* I know you would be mad, but not too mad. I mean you survived without a moustache, so you won’t die when it leaves you again. *Folding his arms behind his head, Sherlock let out a sigh again. *It’s not terrible…I just like you better without it.

It doesn’t matter if I would die without it or not. I want to keep it, because I like it. *John sighed deeply, thinking about Sherlock’s words.* But if you really think so, I’ll shave it off…

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