I’d suggest WWTD (Tumblr) or WWMHD (Mycroft Holmes), but the answer is always “ship it and eat cake”. So perhaps it’s not essential.I ask myself this quite often…
Can I please have a bracelet with this on it?
Or better yet,
WWSHD? (Sherlock Holmes)
or WWJWD? (John Watson)
I promise I am not just those two things. Well, mostly cake. But still.
Today Anderson Tried to be Smart.
It was very quickly stamped out.
Ah, you and your incorrigible contempt for Anderson. He isn’t such a bad person when you get to know him.
dontboreme-deactivated20130331 asked: Hello Mycroft, you forgot your umbrella the last time you were here. When convenient come and pick it up, it's cluttering up the flat. -SH
Which umbrella? Dionysus or Ares? How careless of me to leave my umbrella there. I say I’ve been sabotaged. - MH
HOOOOOT DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Normally I don’t favour the paparazzi, but when I’m getting such compliments as these, I start to mind ;)
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
My umbrella, of course. Though I like to think she isn’t totally inanimate…
Why anyone would want to put fruit into a cake is beyond me. And in that tacky mold as well…
I make a acception for lemon pound cake however. It’s absolutely delicious, especially when frosted.
The diet is coming along well, it seems.
Will I be forced to roll you out of Baker Street the next time you darken my door with your elephantine feet?
Says the man who goes completely mad when given a bowl of ornery cornflakes like a drug addict receiving fresh cocaine. Really Sherlock, I worry about you.
Mycroft, that was one time.
Regardless, no man should be that insane over a common household breakfast item. You know how John reacted. And Mrs. Hudson spent days cleaning out the milk stains.
…especially you, Sherlock, during those hot nights by the poolside with the shining stars above us…
((OOC: Addressing personal Sherlock))
Why anyone would want to put fruit into a cake is beyond me. And in that tacky mold as well…
I make a acception for lemon pound cake however. It’s absolutely delicious, especially when frosted.
The diet is coming along well, it seems.
Will I be forced to roll you out of Baker Street the next time you darken my door with your elephantine feet?
Says the man who goes completely mad when given a bowl of ornery cornflakes like a drug addict receiving fresh cocaine. Really Sherlock, I worry about you.


