#thejoanwatson

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[ask-jim-moriarty-blog]

+3 need something fixed.

the-joan-watson

ibecomemyotherself

thewisedrunkard

Question for the newcomers.

Do boots make you seem taller? Or at least give others the impression that your legs are longer?

[its-really-quite-simple-blog]

thestrykerxfamily

the-joan-watson 

Could you guys send me links to our threads?

[thefinestinthefleet]

(That one Rp where Jim is an annoying, flirting dick- wait. Isn't that all the time?)

Now, one would assume that James Tiberius Kirk would be a master at avoiding wounding himself. What, with having a phaser in his pants a ast majority of the time, and doing all sorts of combat-ey things, the man would be a pro at safety in general. Especially in modern times.

That said, the kitchen was a dangerous place, and knives even more so. But he's not totally to blame. In his time, there was less sharp objects, and more lazers of safety. That we're set to not cut through human (or other) flesh. There were setting for these things.

Knives, as Jim learned with agony, are not able to be programed, and you needed a wonderfully steady hand.

So, as he was staying in London at the time of the idiotic injury, he wrapped a bandage around his hands, and headed down to the hospital because he is a complete and utter idiot.

[jame-morrison]

the-joan-watson has started following you!

Jame looked up from his desk with a charming smile. "Can  I hel-" He paused. "You're that blogger, right?" he asked. "What can I do for you?"

[thepeasantcourtier-blog]

@the-joan-watson

Of all the things Sigyn could have volunteered to do today, she would never know why she chose to do the one job she hated most; dog walking.

Beethoven (evidently, she assumed, named after the film, rather than the composer) was a 250lb, highly excitable St Bernard who needed at least three walks a day, and he was one of the only dogs Sigyn wasn't afraid of.

Today he was more excitable than usual, and as a result Sigyn was struggling to keep him under control, holding the lead tightly to stop him jumping up at people until a temporary loss of concentration on her part enabled him to jump up at a passing woman, put one giant paw on each of her shoulders, and leave a wet doggy kiss on her cheek before Sigyn managed to get him back on all fours.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, producing the baby wipes she kept with her for these sorts of situations, "He's not behaving today because he knows it's bath day, I'm afraid," she made the offending St Bernard sit as she handed his unfortunate victim a baby wipe, "I'm so sorry - he never really got out of the puppy stage... I know it's no excuse, but..."

[anechooffour]

Whatever distaste he had for most of humanity, the Master had to admit an appreciation for a good cup of coffee. It was just such an appreciation that found him in a little coffee shop in London. Still so very pleased to find himself free of the Time Lock, he had a hard time quite getting over the giddiness that came with knowing there was no one to stop him from sitting alone at his table, nursing a latte and reading a book. 

[its-really-quite-simple-blog]

((Sorry para's are taking so long guys - I'm really tired & I'm watching lost. If I don't pay attention I get... well lost.))