22drunkb:storyqdayx5d:22drunkb:dduane:Instant and simple response: the Doctor.The very first reason
22drunkb:storyqdayx5d:22drunkb:dduane:Instant and simple response: the Doctor.The very first reason being: My name is not John Watson, and therefore the second choice is literally impossible for me to contemplate.(And the second reason being that the Doctor is way less high-maintenance than Sherlock — who is indeed amazing and fantastic and a genius and all that, but after about a week I’d brain him with a frying pan.)I’m a traveler by nature. (Greetings from Cairo!) Doctor it is.Since MM has claimed the Doctor, I’ll take Sherlock. Which means I get to learn how to shoot a gun, and we can fence together and also I get to cook for his scrawny little butt, and laugh in his face when he’s snarky (which is always). And sometimes I guess we’ll chain smoke together, but only when I’m drunk and laissez-faire about regulating that man’s nicotine intake.This has the makings of a beautifully fucked-up love affair.And great thing about having a co-blogger is that when I feel like punching my detective, MM and I can swap!—CTCT YOU ARE A GENIUS. Done. Done like dinner. You know, DINNER dinner. –MM -- source link
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