It Was Worth A Wound;

Not a date Married to the job

Took me longer, then I wanted to :D Hope you like it

Just for the case

“You know, this isn’t a date. No need to be that nervous,” explains Sherlock, clearing his throat and looking out the taxi window again. His fingers drum restlessly on his thigh. Again and again he looks nervously at YN, who is sitting next to him. For a moment she looks at Sherlock, shaking her head and plucking her dark red dress thoughtfully. He is of course nervous about the case. It is the excitement that has caught his attention; the thrill that he can expect.

She understands it’s not a date. And yet she’s nervous. She feels uncomfortable in this dress; this is not like her. This restaurant isn’t right for her, and the fact that Sherlock’s taking her to dinner is even less fitting. She tries to scare away the negative thoughts and looks forward to the food, which according to Sherlock is supposed to be very tasty.

Two days ago, when he invited her to dinner in this noble restaurant, she wanted to lynch him. Sherlock had stood outside her door without warning; in the evening at 11 pm. He had rung the doorbell dozens of times so that YN almost fell off the couch she had fallen asleep on before. She hadn’t opened the door properly yet, when Sherlock had already asked his question. YN had not understood a word at first because he had talked much too fast. She had only looked at him questioningly with tired eyes. When he then repeated his question, rolling his eyes, she was initially frozen in terror. She was so surprised by the question that she had only stuttering words for him.

Again and again he had explained to her in the last 48 hours that this is only necessary to solve a case. He was particularly keen to make it clear that this was not a date. The two have been friends for over two years now and YN had helped him more than once because of a case. At first out of emergency because John couldn’t find a babysitter for Rosie. But as time went on he ended up asking YN for help more and more often.

And she enjoyed it. Even though Sherlock is not easy to handle sometimes, she gets along with him surprisingly well. Also if his words sometimes make him look like a bull in a china shop.The two harmonise on a different level than Sherlock and John. A level that Sherlock has never known before. John is his best friend, there’s no question about it.

But YN has managed to climb the walls that Sherlock has built around him in a very short time. Her understanding of him and the way she treats him; all this is unique and above all new for Sherlock. Even though she knows that it is certainly not a date, she finds it increasingly difficult not to give in to this thought. It’s all for show.

*

Sherlock’s gaze wanders again and again to the people sitting at the table behind YN. The conversation that Sherlock and YN are forced to have can safely be considered pointless. Talking about the weather, about the latest news, YN has never been so bored when she has been talking to Sherlock. Usually their conversations consist of trying to work out the nature and motive for a murder. She would have preferred to talk about the cut up body last week rather than such boring things.

As a result, she is not distracted enough from the negative thoughts that are going up in her mind. She pays more and more attention to how the people around behave and tries to interpret whether the laughter at the next table is due to a clumsiness on her part. YN looks around nervously. She never thought that she would ever sit in such a noble place. Thoughtfully, she reaches for the wine glass in front of her with a sigh and looks at the many cutlery items in front of her. In the middle of the table there is a candle whose light is reflected by the silver surface of the countless knives, forks and spoons. Her heart seems to beat louder and louder in her chest as she tries to remember in which order to use the cutlery. She is so nervous that she feels sick and has had to force herself to eat the starter, even though she hasn’t really eaten much that day. In general she feels quite out of place. She is surrounded by all these posh people who seem to feel very happy here.

But for YN it’s the sheer horror. She hardly moves at all, for fear of acting stupid. The fear that everyone could see that her dress is only borrowed grows by every minute.She unintentionally increases her fears more and more and thinks about how to get out of the restaurant as soon as possible. She would probably knock over her glass of red wine, the contents would ruin the white dress of the woman at the table next door and everyone here would make it clear to her with disparaging looks that she doesn’t belong here.

She is so steeped in her fear that she doesn’t notice her breath getting faster and faster and her gaze wandering more and more restlessly around the table. Her heart seems to stop for a moment when she suddenly feels Sherlock’s hand on hers. As if in slow motion, she notices him grasping her hand and gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb while he smiles softly at her. Only then she realizes that her own hand is freezing cold and trembling. She looks at the glass and stares at the red wine in it. Her hands are sweaty, her heart is racing, as are her thoughts. Like a carousel spinning much too fast.

It’s not a date, it’s just for a case.

Again and again she recalls this sentence like a mantra in her thoughts while staring at his hand that holds hers much too soft. Uncertainly, she looks at Sherlock and shakes her head for a second when she realises that she really enjoys the feeling of his skin on hers.

“Everything´s ok?” asks Sherlock calmly and looks thoughtfully at YN. Only after a moment her brain has managed to realize his question. She hectically nods in reply. Determined, she tremblingly lifts the wine glass and finally empties it in one go. His grip becomes firmer for a moment and his gaze seems really worried.“Are you sure?” asks Sherlock cautiously and YN laughs uncertainly for a moment. Clearing her throat, she pulls her hand out of his grip and breathes out quietly while staring at the napkin in her lap and tugging at it like a madman. “Yes, thanks. I´m fine. It’s just all a bit weird for me,” she says quietly and just wishes that this evening would pass as quickly as possible.

She shrinks as the waiter serves the plate over her right side. She thanks him shortly and stares thoughtfully at the plate. The food on it really looks very tasty, even if not a toddler would be satisfied with the portion. She raises slowly her hand from her lap and wants to reach for the cutlery. She has to start a few times, because the fear to grab the wrong one is just too big. She exhales puffing, and freezes as Sherlock grabs her hand again.

She looks at him with a wet look and he just smiles. For a moment she gets angry because she thinks that he is going to make fun of her. But instead of bursting into laughter, Sherlock observes her for a moment and then gets up from his chair. As he stands next to YN, he offers her his hand as a request to do the same. But YN just looks at him questioningly. “Come on, let’s go. I have all the information I need. We don’t have to stay here” he winks at her and asks her to stand up again.  YN laughs quietly for a moment and finally grabs the napkin on her lap to put it on the table. It doesn’t take a minute until one of the waiters notices the two of them leaving and comes straight towards them. “Is everything all right? Is something wrong with the food?” the young man asks anxiously and calls directly for the waiter who had served them. “No, everything is fine. My girlfriend isn’t feeling well at the moment, you know?” explains Sherlock with a friendly smile as he puts his hand gently on her belly and winks at the man. When this realises what Holmes is trying to tell him, his eyes widen in surprise and he looks skeptically at the table where the two had sit. Shaking his head he goes to the wardrobe to fetch the coats of the two of them.   Stunned, YN stares at Sherlock and doesn´t say a word. His warm hand on her belly gives her body a tingling sensation that she can hardly ignore. Even when he helps her into her coat and has paid the bill, she is still shocked to the point that she only manages to wake up from her rigidity when they have leaved  the restaurant.

“What the hell was that about?” she asks pissed and stops for a moment on the dark street. Sherlock, on the other hand, grins and finally breaks out into a dark chuckle. “Did you see his face?” He laughs again and again and wants to go on, but YN stops on the spot and becomes more and more angry.“Of course I saw his face! A “pregnant” woman emptying a glass of red wine in one go? You know how those guys in the restaurant are always watching you?” YN now scolds louder, and Sherlock goes back again until he is in front of YN.“So what? You will never see these people again,” he says appeasingly and holds her gently by her shoulders . But YN goes back a bit and only shakes her head. “You know what? Actually it was a very realistic date. I put on clothes that I don’t feel comfortable in; go to restaurants where you can’t get satisfied with a five-course meal; and as expected, it ends in disaster. Hope your wife doesn’t get too jealous” she throws at Sherlock and turns around because she wants to leave.

“What wife?” asks Sherlock in surprise, and YN turns around, panting. “Your work, you moron! You don’t want dates because you’re married to your fucking work! That’s OK. I’m fine with that. But please don’t make me feel like you’re interested in me. Stop holding my hand and above all, don’t ever touch my belly again. You know what? Just never ask me for a favor like that again. Next time, just ask Molly. She’ll be happy to have dinner with you”. With wet eyes she looks angrily at Sherlock and when he doesn’t return a word, she closes her eyes cursing and turns around. All the anger, fear and feelings that had accumulated in the last few hours have broken out of her.

Sherlock watches after her, unable to find the words that would be important. So he follows her in silence. But already after a few hundred feet YN stops annoyed and turns to Sherlock.“What do you want, Sherlock? Just leave me alone…”, her voice is much calmer now, but you can hear that she is hurt. Her eyes are sad and Sherlock is still struggling to find the right words.

“ Chips?” Sherlock finally asks in an innocent way and YN freezes in her movement. With an unwanted laugh she finally stops and looks for a moment into the black night sky. “A method of preparing potatoes. Are we going to play Jeopardy?” she asks with hesitation and has to laugh. Fortunately she doesn’t seem as annoyed as she did a few minutes ago. “Would you like some? I know a place where you can get really tasty ones” asks Sherlock carefully and takes another step towards YN.“Don’t get mad at me, but I’ m not in the mood for a fake date anymore. I just want to go home and get out of this stupid dress” she looks apologising to Sherlock, who just smiles at her.“No fake date. I was talking to my wife. She has agreed for a date” YN has to  reflect about Sherlock’s words for a moment and then bursts out in a burst of laughter.“A real date, then?” YN asks seriously as she stopped laughing. Sherlock just shrugs his shoulders and nods in response.“So: chips at a takeaway in a 1200 pound dress and high heels? Is this really ok?” she crosses her arms in front of her chest and gives Sherlock a piercing look. “Isn’t that how dating works? You eat something together and have fun?” a questioning look hits Sherlock and they both have to laugh. “Yes, I suppose it can be accepted,” YN notices and hooks herself into Sherlock’s arm.

Vander: I've always liked the name Violet. Silco: *snorts a line* Hey, you know what I like?

Sherlock’s full body shots in The Sign of Three.

imma be a model for myself

Honestly, I am just so done with looking at instagram models and generally all those pretty girls online and being like “Damn, I wish I looked like that.” Their flawless skin, perfect bodies, always looking put together and shit. So I’ve decided to step up my fucking game, new year new me, you feel me - imma be a model for myself.

From now on I will make sure that I always look my best. ALWAYS. No matter if I go to school, for groceries or on a date. Imma be serving those looks 24/7. 

Imma take care of my face. Pimples be gone, blackheads be gone, dark circles be gone. Full face of makeup or no makeup I gotta glow anytime all the time.

Imma start working out and eating healthy. You are what you eat yo so more greens and fruits, start drinking that mf water already, vitamins we poppin. It’s also time to get some booty and abs, show those haters what they’re missing.

Imma start dressing nicely. As I already said, we serving looks 24/7 we can’t afford to be looking anything but first class.

And finally, imma be so confident that ain’t no trick ass bitch can get to me na-ah. 

So dear gurlies or whoever is reading this, pray for me and join me - 2018 time to glooow the fuck up.

We’ve all been there: You have stuff you need to get done, you know you need to get it done, but no matter what you do you just cant get yourself to take out your stuff and do your work. 

I have this problem quite a lot, so here’s a post to help some of you out!

Articles

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There are so many more studyblr’s, but those are just some I can think of off the top of my head!

I hope this helps motivate some of you guys, and good luck with all of your studies!  (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*:･ﾟ✧

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Every time I look at my dad's picture in our home, smiling and surrounded by his grandchildren, it breaks my heart into a million pieces. The house he dreamed the kids would grow up in was leveled to the ground in a split second. Nothing is left, not even both his shoe shops where he worked so hard to build a future for us all. My siblings are unable to work or finish their studies. There are no schools left for the children. There is no proper food, water, or sanitation, no life; only death and rubble all around.

When my brother sent me a photo of my dad lighting a fire, he still had that same old smile on his face. I was relieved to see him somewhat hopeful but it broke my heart even more. My father is the most resilient and hard-working man I've ever known. He always supported us in whatever we wanted to achieve. His only hope was that his grandkids would grow up safely and happily in their home. He never complained from work and taught us the true meaning of sacrifice and perseverance. Instead of living peacefully with his family, he, the kids, and everyone else have to endure life in a makeshift tent,God knows for how much longer, while their lives are constantly threatened by airstrikes, starvation, and disease. No child, elder, or adult should go through such hardships for this long.

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