#Greg Lestrade incorrect quotes

[thegreatmousebafoon]

Sherlock: I have recently discovered that being an adult just means going out, meeting people, and making fun of other people.

Greg: No that’s just you and John. And that’s not adulting- that’s… John.. lock… ing?

Sherlock: …

Greg: … listen- that’s all I got. We can’t all be masters of speech.

[rabiessnail]

please somebody write a story where greg and mycroft are married but whilst on an arrest greg gets injured & put in a medical coma to keep him safe

when he wakes up mycroft is beside him--the doctors said gregs memory would be temporarly gone whilst he recovered but now greg wont stop hitting on mycroft and its getting to the stage were its increasingly difficult to keep a straight face when talking about medication

"owch hey mister cute umbrella can u move the pillow abit:)??"

*mycroft fixes pillow inches away from gregs face*

greg: *whistles* "i'd kiss u so hard right now if i didn't have six broken ribs, a punctured lung + a fractured hip."

myc : gregory your parents are in the room

--

mycroft: ah- the doctors have given me some more pills, these ones are a bit large so hopefully you wont have much trouble swallowing them"

greg: *takes a look* nah its fine im good a swallowing....uhhh big things *wiggles eyebrows half asleep* geddit

mycroft: gregory MY parents are in the room

[baker-street-boys]

John: Alright, let me set the record straight. Raise your hand if you think me and Sherlock are dating.

*the entirety of New Scotland Yard raises their hands*

*Sherlock raises his hand*

John: what- Sherlock?

Sherlock: Well John, I think it's time to set the record gay.

[vodkabutgay]

[221B Baker Street apartment]

Mrs Hudson: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million?

Sherlock, to John: You can stab me, and then we can buy a big-ass place in Yorkshire.

John: You can stab me too, then we will have 20 million in total.

Mrs Hudson: Is 20 million enough though?

Sherlock: Then we will find other people to stab.

Lestrade: I'm lowkey scared of this conversation.

[c0smic-coral]

Because y’all liked my first one so much…

Greg: Is that a hickey?

Sherlock: What? No! It’s a mosquito bite!

John: Morning, Greg!

Greg: Morning, mosquito.

Edit: ok over 100 notes?? Thank you. Just a reminder I have a Johnlock fic here. Shame on me for advertising.

[this-hopeless-war]

[bens-moms-are-lesbinems]

lestrade: need i remind you, sherlock, of what happens when you interfere with a case?

sherlock: …the case gets solved?

[antisocial-cheesepuff]

Lestrade: What’s the biggest struggle you experience living at 221B?

John: I sometimes wake up in the morning not knowing if the sound I'm hearing is my alarm or the smoke detector

part 1, maybe?

[sarcasstic-jpmvr]

HELP @rabiessnail IS BULLYING ME WITH FICS I WROTE FROM WHEN I WAS 13

i mean this as a joke I still love @rabiessnail very much /p

BUT STILL HELP ME

@rabiessnail pls don’t reblog saying what the username is i’m bekng serious rn i don’t need other people knowing i wrote those

you can send screenshots from it but pls make sure the username is blurred out or sth I am begging of you

[sherlock-holmes-through-the-ages]

John: What are you doing?! You’re injured!

Sherlock: I don’t have time to be injured.

Lestrade: You have two fractured ribs, a broken ankle, and a concussion!

Sherlock: It’s fine.

John: It’s not fine.

Credit to @write-it-motherfuckers

[totallynots8tan]

He’s just a funky little white boy

[thegreatmousebafoon]

John: IM AS STRAIGHT AS ANY ONE OF YOU!

Sherlock: ( has been in love with John since like- forever. ) … um… well…

Mrs. Hudson: ( took getting married to a maniac to learn it but damn did she enjoy being a lesbian while she could ) …. Um- yeah- about that-

Greg: ( do I even need to explain? ) … yeah bud- this is not going how you think.

John: oh come on. There’s no way- ( gets a text )

‘No one in that apartment is straight. I’m not even there and I’m not straight. -MH’

John: … You have got to be kidding me.

Sherlock: ( text alert noise, you know the one )

John: Oh… my God….

Sherlock: …Irene wants me to remind you she’s also gay. And that she bugged my skull- MY SKULL?!

[rabiessnail]

playing twister Sherlock: Right hand red. Mycroft: ends up on top of Lestrade Lestrade: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Sherlock: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

[baker-street-boys]

Lestrade: Talk dirty to me~  Mycroft: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.  Lestrade: Wha-  Mycroft: The economy is in shambles.

[221bstrange]

Greg: I guess I'm just overthinking it.

Sherlock: I wouldn't worry, your idiot brain is incapable of doing that

[c0smic-coral]

the baker street boys play scrabble

John: I will put my A down to make “A”

Mycroft: I will add to your “A” to make “AT”

Greg: I will add onto your “AT” to make “RAT”

Sherlock: I will add onto your “RAT” to make “BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC”

John: [flips the board]

Scrabble was henceforth banned from 221B Baker Street.