#mtp incorrect quotes
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sleepinghellokitty · 10 months ago
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William: stop forgiving my crimes. I worked so hard on those
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moriartyluver · 1 year ago
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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
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solarianvoidthearoace · 1 year ago
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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.
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vlx3n · 6 months ago
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crazydaymycrazyway · 6 months ago
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William: I slept with Sherly
Louis: Oh? I hope he didn't hog the entire blanket
William:
William: No Louis, I mean we both had s-
Louis: I HOPE HE DIDN'T HOG THE ENTIRE BLANKET!!
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mtp-posting-ld · 7 months ago
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More edited images + a meme cuz I felt cute about it
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snail17 · 4 months ago
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William: How do you want your coffee?
Sherlock: Black, like my soul.
William:
William: Sherlock, your soul is a latte.
Bonus:
Sherlock: How would you like your coffee?
William: As dark and as bitter as my soul.
Sherlock, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!
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femboykyo · 1 year ago
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Mycroft: *to Sherlock* Beware of Women
Sherlock: *literally only flirts with a man who he finds smart*
Mycroft: wait-
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cronchy-cryptid · 1 year ago
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After Albert announces the he and Mycroft are dating
Wiliam *already knows*: Congratulations! I'm glad you found someone, Albert! :)
Louis: What is it with the Holms family??? In any case, you seem happy, brother. Mycroft, please take care of him.
Sherlock: ...
William: ...
Sherlock: ...
Wiliam: Don't
Sherlock: ... Mycroft can like things? Damn, I didn't know my brother was capable of human emotions. I always thought he was an endangered animal.
My brother? Said the phrase "I love you"? Is he dying?
I may be a detective, but have never found that man's soul.
You must be the worlds best archeologist, because you have found the world's smallest, densest rock he calls a heart.
Mycroft! You found your soulmate before your soul! That's not how that works!
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sleepinghellokitty · 11 months ago
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Mycroft: I don't make the rules Sherlock: Yes you do Mycroft: That's true, I do
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moriartyluver · 1 year ago
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False Lovers Incorrect Quotes #5
(Name): WHATS YOUR TYPE?
William: anything, to be honest, but independent ,hot & smart girls who want me dead especially
(Name): YOUR BLOOD TYPE
William: Oh! B positive.
(Name): DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP! JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE!
William: ..
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solarianvoidthearoace · 1 year ago
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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
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vlx3n · 6 months ago
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crazydaymycrazyway · 6 months ago
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Sherlock: Liam looks so good today
Billy: Don't be jealous, ponytail senpai. You look good too
Sherlock: I wasn't being jealous, Billy. I was being gay
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mtp-posting-ld · 7 months ago
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Old habits die hard
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demiboydemon · 2 months ago
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Hello am I late for trick-or-treat?
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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.
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