Surived the fall from a 14.6 meter building and not telling you how.
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Or if you’d like to have some more options….
and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football.
Just in case you are looking for variety.
what doesn’t kill you fucks you up mentally and affects your ability to have stable relationships with other human beings
"I’m joking, I don’t want to be those pretentious people." Stepping inside Johanna looked out to the road again. "I can’t believe I just missed my Gregory’s first words. And they were because I’m leaving…" She wiped tears away from her eyes. "Why am I leaving him if he’s this upset?!"
“I use to travel internationally when I was younger…” Sherlock murmured, side-eyeing her some. When she began crying, Sherlock shifted from foot to foot. He didn’t do well when she was cray and so pulled her off to the side and wiped the tears from her eyes a little awkwardly. “We can go back if you’d like Johanna” he murmured reassuringly.
"You’re just amazing." She laughed, kissing his cheek. "Paris, huh? Will be that family that takes their children on trips to make sure they’re very bilingual?" Johanna asked, resting her head against his arm.
"It couldn’t hurt I suppose" he murmured in agreement. "But maybe somewhere a little warmer? Italy perhaps? The Canary Islands?" Sherlock suggested. He looked down at his fiancee, squeezing her arm gently with his own. "Mhmmm… what would you like to see while we’re there?" he asks softly, kissing the top of Johanna’s head as he opens to door for her to go inside first.