#NSY

[putting-eddie-munson-in-places]

Oh please put him in the band ninja sex party! he'd fit right in.

For their 15 year anniversary, Ninja Sex Party has reportedly invited Eddie Munson and the rest of famed metal band Corroded Coffin into the recording studio.

The comedy duo has released three cover albums already, each aptly titled Under the Covers, and this once-in-a-lifetime collaboration is no different, as it's rumored to be metal covers of NSP's own songs in addition to NSP’s already releasing Masterstrokes album.

[touhoutunes]

Title: min～眠～ (Sleep)

Arrangement: NSY

Vocals: 茶太

Album: Sally

Circle: サリー

Original: Youkai Girl at the Gate

[miraku128]

2023.02.16 東京旅行三日目Part4 LIVE結束後的西友聚會。💋🧡 演唱會結束之後，跟大家事前約好集合，雖然搞錯方向但還是順利跟大家碰面。😊😊 這次終於跟住在高雄的@only_nsy碰到面了，同樣住在台灣但是因為基隆跟高雄一個台灣頭一個台灣尾，又碰到疫情，我也都沒機會到高雄玩，結果我們第一次見面竟然是在日本也是挺有趣的。🤣🤣 人數到齊之後去找店吃飯，去了一間御好燒的店，大家聊天聊得很愉快，之後瘋瘋因為趕地鐵先走，剩下我們5個人繼續聊，不過之後結帳發現這間店實在太坑了，店員態度也不太好，有無言到。🥺🥺 不過還是蠻開心能跟大家見面的，感謝。🙏🙏 最後回飯店還是要��拍這天買到的戰利品，還有謝謝@_annie244_幫忙買的章魚燒皮皮跟@carcarmemo幫忙買的炸蝦皮皮。😎👍 #Nissy #にっしー #西島隆弘 #Lippy #リッピー #皮皮 #NEP #Nsy #NissyEntertainment #NissyEntertainment4thlive #西友 #西ヲタさんと繋がりたい #西ヲタ #東京旅 #東京旅行3日目 #時間差投稿 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp2SYE-BIpk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[buckingham-ashtray]

to me one of the funniest things in asip is definitely when sherlock brought the man previously from his flat to the crime scene without even introducing him except for emphasizing "he's with me" and gavin lestrade was trying to decide whether a) if sherlock has really gone round the bend and decided to take a hostage to keep as a pet and he should save this man from sherlock or b) if this man is even more of a dangerous sociopathic nutter than sherlock and he should lock him up and save london from this man

[lurkingshan]

I am still thinking about the face Young made when Nam Gyu dragged him to Namsan Tower to put a lock on the fence. That scene perfectly sums up what Park Sang Young thinks of het romance tropes and signaled super clearly what we are not doing here.

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: Point of Impact (1.1, LWT, 1972)

"I thought they'd lumber you with it."

"Did you, why?"

"It's a touchy one, isn't it?"

"There's a policeman involved."

"Yeah, unpleasant."

"Always."

"You were bound to get it."

"Thank you."

"Would've never happened at all if it hadn't been for that blasted Law and Order Brigade turning up on the scene, bloody reactionaries."

"Look, spare me the catchphrases, will you? I don't understand what half of them mean, I don't suppose the people who bandy them about do either."

"Well, I happen to know what a reactionary is."

"Good. You must explain it to me in great detail. Some other time."

[vendettavalor]

// rewatched S.teven U.niverse for nostalgia/to understand what about this show made the fandom so feral and now im fighting demons not to add new muses from it-

// also I’m binging castlevania so someone stop me from adding muses from that too-

[stiltonbasket]

honestly, the real reason Jin Ling and Nie Shiyong keep having babies is that Jin Ling loves to cuddle small kids/baby tigers and Nie Shiyong thinks that it's cute.

It's also because Nie Shiyong and Jin Ling are both orphans whose parents were murdered when they were babies. They were not expecting to deal with that past trauma all over again when Jin Hong was born; but eventually, they decided that they were going to have a large, loving, happy family at all costs. ;-;

[thatoneguywhowho]

this remind you of something? :)

[fmarkets]

Nortech Systems Incorporated Boosts Earnings with $1.80 Million in Tax Provisions https://csimarket.com/stocks/news.php?code=NSYS&date=2024-03-20232353&utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[helloliriels]

Retirement Looks Good on You

by helloliriels

"So ... John and Sherlock, they retired!" Lestrade's face was lit up with pride.

Sally Donovan eyed him askance.

"Yeah! Can you believe it?! Only 37 and 45 and they're retiring!" he whistled, smiling softly, a twinge of jealousy in his voice as he nudged her. "Never thought I'd see the day!"

"Neither did I ..." she looked at her screen again in disbelief. "What did you say they were doing now ... ?"

Lestrade didn't seem to notice the true query in her voice.

"Beekeepers!" Lestrade took a swig of his coffee, "in Sussex or some such ..."

"Beekeepers ... ?" Sally's face had gone pale. The printout from NSY just kept growing ...

"The pair of 'em! Beekeeping he said! ... Must be nice. The soft buzzing. The pretty flowers. Pulling honey from all those little boxes they keep 'em in-" Lestrade was still blustering on ...

"FUCK!"

Sally Donovan's curse cut him short, and he flinched as she swivelled the screen around to show him what she was seeing ...

"How the hell ... ?"

"Holy mother of God ..."

Lestrade dropped his coffee. Someone had included footage on the latest report.

"Sir ... that ... doesn't look like retirement."

[touhoutunes]

Title: 馬と骨 (Horse and Bone)

Arrangement: NSY

Vocals: IZNA

Album: 悦楽バージン

Circle: 東方事変

Original: Tomboyish Girl in Love

[miraku128]

2023.02.16 東京旅行三日目Part1 東蛋排週邊。😎💋 一早的早餐是在唐吉訶德買的草莓歐蕾跟超大甜甜圈。(這好吃耶！🥰💖) 大約在日本時間早上7點半去東蛋，看前面已經至少有100人以上，然後開始漫長的等待，當中有很想上廁所的時侯，還好後頭的 本粉絲人不錯幫我顧位子還幫我顧東西。😊🧡 早到因為冷到快邊凍乾了，發現溫度才3度真的是冷到滑手機都不行了，(雖然當中太陽有照射一下，但是還是冷)然後看到現場賣週邊的Staff集合還有組等身大的立牌。😆😆 等到差不多10點半左右，開始起身動了，沒想到我開始冷到發抖了，這時真的後悔沒帶2nd的毯子了，拿到購入券到買週邊我都還在發抖的狀態。😓😓 到離開才舒服一點，開心買到棉花糖皮皮，本來還想買CD拿限定IC卡貼紙的但是還是算了，就看看然後也看看NEP攤位，哈哈沒有機會當介紹人帶人入會不然就有皮皮的介紹限定卡片拿了。😅😅 #Nissy #にっしー #西島隆弘 #Lippy #リッピー #皮皮 #NEP #Nsy #NissyEntertainment #NissyEntertainment4thlive #東京ドーム #東京旅 #東京旅行3日目 #時間差投稿 https://www.instagram.com/p/CpZHiwkB1-f/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[akabaka-dev]

Hopefully not spoilers, but will Auntie Nyan ever become at least amicable with a human, or is she just a loner without regrets for nsy of her actions (besides Dog)

And! Dog managed to complete what Buck failed for millennia XD! all with a smooch!

I regret to inform you that Auntie Nyan Nyan is a "lady that actually just hates you"-dere 😭😭

never say never ya know, but ✨️torturing humans is just so much fun✨️

[starkraivennemad]

Maybe One More...

“Okay, I think we’re good -that’s a wrap.” Gary lowered his camera. “We got some really great shots here!”

“Awww, not quite ready to give them up yet.” Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade mock pouted. “You guys don’t want to leave yet, do you?”

It was time for the annual New Scotland Yard Calendar photo shoot and the large room usually used for press conferences was turned into a makeshift studio. Several of NSY’s more visually appealing coppers were selected for the shoot. Though in Greg’s case, it was more of an order from his higher ups.

He had been on the telly several times in the past year having solved four high-profile cases -and three without Sherlock’s help. Each time he appeared, the emails and comment boards of NSY’s social media would go through an embarrassing uptick in volume for the several inquiries wanting, aka thirsting, after NSY’s silver fox. Greg relented telling himself it was for charity, but what really got him in the room was learning the charity for the year: Battersea Dogs and Cats Home.

A fake police line-up wall was the backdrop, and Greg sat on the mock studio floor playing with the most adorable of suspects: puppies! He was simply having a fun time with them, lamenting how the insane hours of work and his lifestyle really did not lend to keeping any pet as much as he would love to have a canine companion.

“If you want more time with them, we can get a few more shots, but you know what that means D.I. Lestrade…” Gary cajoled.

Gary was able to get Greg to pose with his shirt fully open exposing his torso. He even got him to pose with a shoulder and arm partially exposed. Even though the other eleven officers had little problem with it, what Gary could not do was get Greg to take his shirt off altogether.

Thus, Gary threw down the gauntlet: if Greg wanted more fun time with the puppies it had to be shirtless.

Greg was about to give up his puppy time when Sgt. Nicholas, who had been teasing a reticent Greg looked over in a corner. “Was that corner camera always facing this way?”

Greg froze. He played with a puppy, lifting it to hide how he slowly turned his head to look at the camera indicated. Greg was the last model. He knew the camera was not facing the set, while the others were there, he had checked. “Hmm, the cleaning people likely shifted it again. We can have security take a look when we’re done here.”

“I’ll do that.” Sgt. Nicholas nodded, “Are we done?”

Greg stood, “I swear. The things I do for charity.”

“And puppies!” Sgt. Nicholas laughed.

Seeing Greg remove his cuff links, Gary grinned getting his camera ready. “And what do you think you're doing?”

Biting his lip to hide his own grin, Greg slowly took off his shirt to cheers and cat calls.

“Maybe one more.”

“You’re going to be late for your meeting with the PM sir.”

Not that far away a certain occupant of a minor office in British government stood, about to close the browser window to the camera facing a certain detective inspector.

“In a minute, Anthea.”

Then his husband, Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade stood and began to take his shirt off.

Mycroft Holmes fell back into his seat.

“Maybe one more.”

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[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts

Today's prompt is: intimidation

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 9)

Summary: Rosie and Sherlock hunt the London streets for sweets a dark Halloween night. A meeting with one of Sherlock's enemies turns out to be the highlight of the expedition.

Nine Years Old

When I came upstairs, wearing my Halloween costume, Papa was attacking Dad’s neck with his silver fangs. (I know, it sounds way more dramatic than it was.) Dad giggled, which did not amuse Papa who was clearly trying to portray an intimidating vampire.

“Sorry, my love. It tickles,” Dad said mirthfully, aware that said vampire was displeased with his flawed reaction.

Papa removed the fangs and looked offended at them. It was time for me to intervene before those silvery teeth were used in an acid experiment.

“How do I look?” I asked, lifting my arms dramatically in the air for good measure.

My dress was bright red, just like my devil horns and my trident. Nana had provided me with black lipstick and the charcoal makeup around my eyes completed the spooky look.

Papa forgot all about the traitorous fangs and gave me a proud onceover.

“Hudders certainly hasn’t forgotten her skills as a makeup artist!” he exclaimed. “You look terrifying.”

Dad was instantly intrigued by this new information about Nana, then shook his head and chuckled.

“You two will scare every part of London you visit tonight,” he proclaimed.

“Obviously,” Papa said smugly. “Come my devilish girl; let the hunt for sweets begin!”

***

It was unfortunate that we ran into Philip Anderson on our round collecting all kinds of sweets from friendly Londoners. Then again, it had all been a tiny bit monotonous. Papa behaved, not a single deduction left his mouth, and my bucket was filled three quarters full. It was more sweets than I could consume in a fortnight, so we decided to return home, and that’s when we bumped into one of Papa’s least favourite people.

I had only met him a couple of times when I visited Molly at Barts and at the NSY’s Christmas party. (The children friendly version.) 

Anderson was escorting his two children, who stood in a rather long queue outside a house decorated with pumpkins, skeletons, spider webs and orange fairy lights. Michael Jackson’s Thriller boomed from hidden speakers.

I had made up my mind about the man long ago, and everything I had deduced proved to be right. He was an idiot. And rash. The latter became quite clear when he spoke, instantly regretting it once the question was uttered, if his pained expression was anything to go by.

“What…are you doing here, Freak? All dressed up…uhm…like…”

“Ah, Anderson. Such lucid speech. A rarity that,” Papa purred, but the steal in his voice was unmistakable. 

“What did you just call him?” I asked through clenched teeth.

He had the decency to blush. I’ll give him that. His next move was not…how shall I put it…a wise one. He crouched down in front of me, trying, but failing spectacularly, at backpedalling.

“Listen…little girl. It was nothing. Just…well…I guess you’ve heard about pet names?” he stuttered with that whining voice of his, clearly taking me for as big an idiot as himself.

“Now, you listen to me,” I said sternly, my arms akimbo. “That is NOT a pet name, but a swear word. The next time you feel tempted to use it, I want you to reconsider it for just a second.”

My voice was barely a whisper, but I was fastidious with my pronunciation so that even hecould understand the meaning of my warning. Anderson’s eyes went wide with surprise, and I knew my next move would do the innocent harm I intended.

I lifted my right foot, twirled to the left, hitting Anderson’s left calf. I completed the movement and with a quick flick of my ankle I managed to flip his feet in the air, so he lost his balance and landed on his bum. 

The look of confusion when he found himself half-lying on the pavement, is forever engraved in my mind, not to mention securely saved on Papa’s mobile.

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