agentpaxieamor:

spastasmagoria:

daunt:

lazulisong:

daunt:

John Watson & Leonard McCoy….and company.

They would commiserate well in this sense, I think. Though on fundamental doctor levels I don’t think they would mesh, lol.

STILL, I will draw all the Army/Fleet Doctors ALL THE DAYS/NIGHT/DAY.

After a while, when all attempts at gaining any attention have failed, John looks at Dr McCoy. “Cuppa?” he says.

“Cuppa what?” says McCoy.

“Well, tea,” says John, “but under the circumstances, there’s a pub down a ways.”

“First sensible person I’ve met,” mourns McCoy, as they leave Sherlock and the pointy-eared man staring each other down coldly, “and it’s god knows how many years in the past.”

Oh my god. I love you.
Can I give you things?  My first born? Kittens?  ANYTHING? 

THIS IS REAL IN MY BRAIN

HEAD CANNON ACCEPTED