Ooc STOP SCROLLING: To the people who think of self harm
My friend Olivia (sherlockassassin) was admitted to the hospital last night for pill overdose. I’ve told her over and over again that self harm is not okay, and not the solution to anything, but she didn’t listen.
I almost lost her.
She’s fine now, thank god. But that doesn’t mean she should get away with it. Self harm is not, and never will be okay. Someone somewhere loves you, and is hurt as much as you are every time you slice your arm, or take those pills.
And they’ll themselves.
So next time you feel like hurting yourself, please, PLEASE, think.
Reblog if you agree.
the-woman-irene:
consultingdetectivewoman:
She contemplated this question for a moment.
[Text] Most Likely, no. You should be flattered I’m texting to begin with. Anyways, come over. -LH
Holmes got up, stretching, and adjusting the purple shirt that was peaking out of her black pencil skirt. She wondered for a moment if Irene would mind if she changed into her robe and pajamas, then figured it would be best to stay dressed. She went to the Bathroom, touching up her eyeliner and fussing with her midnight curls.
[Text] Oh yes, I’m just so flattered. I love being a last resort. -IA
Irene sighed. It wasn’t really the best feeling, knowing that you were just a passing entertainment for the person who fascinated you most in the world, but she shrugged. Better than nothing, eh?
[Text] Give me 20. -IA
She went upstairs to get dressed, slipping on a black dress with a brown belt, slipping on matching shoes and fixing her hair in the mirror before going back downstairs taking her wine glass with her to the back seat of her driver’s car.
Lady Holmes peeked out the window as she waited for the woman to find her way to her doorstep. She was excited to see her, though she would never admit it to Irene or even to herself. Feeling was a burden, and feeling anything towards a “dominatrix” for that matter was even worse. But still she waited, pacing the floor in a nervous huff.
the-woman-irene:
consultingdetectivewoman:
She contemplated this question for a moment.
[Text] Most Likely, no. You should be flattered I’m texting to begin with. Anyways, come over. -LH
Holmes got up, stretching, and adjusting the purple shirt that was peaking out of her black pencil skirt. She wondered for a moment if Irene would mind if she changed into her robe and pajamas, then figured it would be best to stay dressed. She went to the Bathroom, touching up her eyeliner and fussing with her midnight curls.
[Text] Oh yes, I’m just so flattered. I love being a last resort. -IA
Irene sighed. It wasn’t really the best feeling, knowing that you were just a passing entertainment for the person who fascinated you most in the world, but she shrugged. Better than nothing, eh?
[Text] Give me 20. -IA
She went upstairs to get dressed, slipping on a black dress with a brown belt, slipping on matching shoes and fixing her hair in the mirror before going back downstairs taking her wine glass with her to the back seat of her driver’s car.
Lady Holmes peeked out the window as she waited for the woman to find her way to her doorstep. She was excited to see her, though she would never admit it to Irene or even to herself. Feeling was a burden, and feeling anything towards a “dominatrix” for that matter was even worse. But still she waited, pacing the floor in a nervous huff.
consultingdetectivewoman:
Lady Holmes slumped back in her chair, eyes fluttering closed. She was not good at handling her bordom, and now, with no case since three days prior, she was comtimplating the posibility of making crimes for others to solve. No, I’m Not Jim. She thought to herself….
She contemplated this question for a moment.
[Text] Most Likely, no. You should be flattered I’m texting to begin with. Anyways, come over. -LH
Holmes got up, stretching, and adjusting the purple shirt that was peaking out of her black pencil skirt. She wondered for a moment if Irene would mind if she changed into her robe and pajamas, then figured it would be best to stay dressed. She went to the Bathroom, touching up her eyeliner and fussing with her midnight curls.
Irene and Lady Holmes
Lady Holmes slumped back in her chair, eyes fluttering closed. She was not good at handling her bordom, and now, with no case since three days prior, she was comtimplating the posibility of making crimes for others to solve. No, I’m Not Jim. She thought to herself. There was only one other possibility now that John was visiting his sister…Irene.
[Text] Come play. -LH
