#incorrect mtp

[tachikoma-x]

What is with that Sherlo-lisa smile?

“Hey John, check out my investigative notes on the lord of crime.”

“But Sherlock, this is just a page with the name ‘Liam’ scribbled all over?”

[solarianvoidthearoace]

Incorrect SherLiam (Dialogue Original by me; from a fic for a different ship which I will link here.)

Sherlock: “I’d like to think we have been seeing eye to eye for a while now. Although, I concede that you always seem to be two steps ahead.”

Liam: “Seem?”

“Yes”, Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, leaning slightly back where he stood, “My estimate is that you are usually one step ahead of me. Three steps ahead of police, and when situations get dire, you just bullshit your way through them and afterwards pretend it was planned.”

Seriously, only when I was fucking around with this dialogue did I realise how perfectly it fits SherLiam, it was originally written and will get used for a different ship of mine

[carmyll1a]

[psychegranate]

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Albert: What did I say about comparing Milverton to the devil?

William: That it's offensive to the dev—

Albert: No

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[starintoashes]

atp my mornings start with swooning over a detective who can dissect a thousand crime scenes with eerie precision but somehow can’t piece together that the ‘dear friend’ he’s clearly gay for is, in fact, the most wanted criminal mastermind in the country.

[loichte]

[mtp-posting-ld]

More edited images + a meme cuz I felt cute about it

[tachikoma-x]

Sherlock texting Louis: hey

No response.

Sherlock: hey you there?

Louis: whether i’m here or not depends on what you have to say next

[solarianvoidthearoace]

Mycroft: And what, pray tell, kept you up all night, Sherly?

Sherlock: Eh, I was doing a piece of work. You know how it is.

William – who has been called “piece of work” by Mycroft more than once – walks in

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Louis: You really should sleep more, nii-san. What were you spending your night with anyway?

William: Just taking care of a piece of work.

Sherlock, waltzing in: It’s me! I’m the piece of work! He did me last night.

Louis: That’s no piece of work, that’s a pest.

[tinkerblunder]

Billy: *back facing the door and slams a shot on the table* it’s about damn time

Sherlock: when I said I wanted to talk to you “man to man” I meant about car insurance not a duel at high noon!

[carmyll1a]

[psychegranate]

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Sherlock: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Louis: I do have a sense of humor you know

Sherlock: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Louis: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

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[mtp-posting-ld]

Old habits die hard

[moriartyluver]

False Lovers Incorrect Quotes #3

(Name): *walking into a room* Sorry I'm late..I was doing..things..

*sounds of running footsteps here progressively louder*

William: *out of breath* SHE PUSHED ME DOWN THE STAIRS

[demiboydemon]

Hello am I late for trick-or-treat?

Not at all my friend! You and Pingu can both have a clip from a WIP I have temporarily called ‘Childhood Yiga Link AU’ where Link is raised in the Yiga clan… until he finds the master sword, and everything falls apart. Below the cut :D

Link steadied his breathing, thanking all three goddesses that his clothes promoted stealth.

If he had known what the sword was, he never would have touched it.

He hadn’t expected his clan to be so upset. Yes, he was the ancient hero, but he was still their Link. Now Master Kogha himself hated him. Him specifically! He had always wanted Master Kogha to know about him. He hadn’t wanted this.

Link wished he wasn’t the ancient hero reincarnated. He had been raised to hate him, to strive to prevent his reincarnation no matter the cost. He was proud to be part of the Yiga Clan, and they were proud to have him. And now to know that not only had they failed their task, but they had raised said ancient hero!

When he had discovered he was that Link, he had felt sick. He threw up banana-filled vomit onto the floor of the hideout and swore he would never thwart Calamity Ganon, no matter what propaganda the royal family tried to feed him. He was loyal, and he would always stay true to his family and beliefs.

But the clan clearly didn’t believe him. That was the most devastating part. He had been part of the Yiga clan since they found him as a toddler. They had fed him and clothed him, kept him safe, comforted him when he had nightmares about the evil princess. And now they were out to get him.

He took a deep breath, silently. He knew the hideout like the back of his hand—the hand on which the triangle had appeared that morning.

[tinkerblunder]

Watching worst cooks in America and i can’t stop thinking about mtp with Louis and Jack as the judges

Albert: don’t let the wine go to waste! *starts licking arm*

Louis: 😬

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Jack: I have taught worse

Moran: *putting a plastic bag omelette in the pot*

Jack: ok maybe not

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James: AAAA

Jack: what happened!?!

James: the glass, it shattered *the glass baking dish broke in the oven*

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Fred: I made this growing up

Louis: *remembers he grew up in the slums* 😨

William: Fred you’re scaring him *putting a whole bag of cheese into a pan*

Louis: 😰

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Louis: things should be ok, right sir?

Jack: …I hope you’ll still be my child after this…