I choked -

idk why but just imagining soap taking care of love when ghosts not around- maybe she got too drunk out at night with some friends or got hurt or maybe just one her period who knows

Yes more poly Ghost/Soap/Love, the softest throuple. Ghost runs and errand and leaves Love in Soap's capable hands.

You've learned very quickly that Soap is about as close to an actual walking heater as you can get. That's not a bad thing either. Ghost is always a nice sort of cool lukewarm, so being sandwiched between them in bed almost puts you at an equilibrium, and when your hands are cold you can just stick them under Soap's shirt. Seeing him yelp and flinch away from the chill is pretty funny too. Soap's internal furnace is especially helpful when it comes to aches and pains, something you are taking full advantage of.

Soap rubs his hand over your stomach, pressing just below your belly button as you lay over his lap on the couch. You're cramping hard. You've already thrown up once today because of it and you spooked Simon bad enough for him to willingly go to the pharmacy. You give a quiet pained hum as Soap pushes a little more firmly, the heat helps, the pressure helps, honestly you think death might help.

"No tears, come on sweetheart," Soap mumbles, thumb soothing gentle circles against your skin. You're doing your best.

"Can't you just magic the pain away?" You whine. Simon did it once. It was blissful.

"What, so I can feel it? Pain's gotta go somewhere, lass, and I'm not putting Ghost through it." Ah. That explains why Simon didn't offer again. Babies both of them. Who are you kidding, you're a baby. This sucks.

"At least get me a blanket then," you grumble. Soap rolls his eyes with a smile.

"Got a better idea, let's just..."

Soap twists on the couch and hitches your legs up around his waist before he settles comfortably(flops, he flops) on top of you. It feels like all the air has been forced out of your lungs, he's heavy and you're moderately crushed, but you're used to it; Simon does this all the time. He's so warm. A weighted heated blanket compressing you exactly where you need it. Soap's lips drag along your jaw absentmindedly, letting you get settled and comfortable under him.

"Better?" He asks, his teeth just scraping your skin. You nod, careful not to headbutt him as you melt against the couch. Your arms are tight around his shoulders, holding him close as he takes his time sucking bruises along your bared throat. "Best part," he rocks his hips against yours, and the breath the catches in your throat is plenty distraction from your cramps. You hadn't even considered that.

When Ghost gets home you and Soap are passed out on the couch. Tangled together in a way he finds probably more endearing than he rightly should. It's cute seeing how tightly you hold onto Soap, the way he presses his face against your neck, the soft sleeping breaths you share. Ghost settles a small brown paper bag on the kitchen counter and goes to put the kettle on.

He scoops a spoon of the floral mixture from the bag into your preferred mug and switches the kettle off before it can wake you up. Best to let you sleep while you can, he knows its been sparing these last few nights. Hopefully this will help. Painkillers are all well and good but with how bad your pain fucked him up? You need some magical intervention.

FUCK ME LIKE YOU GOT SOME PAIN IN YOU—

also that second to last scene with wilhelm finally yelling at kristina and ludvig was everything to me.... they have not been his parents a second in their entire lives they've been absent they've been neglectful they have forced him to hide his emotions and bottle it all up for 16 years they have not let him properly mourn his brother (the brother he's been looking up to the one person in his family he trusted the brother that as it turns out has been an awful person but that's a whole other conversation) they have forced him to make that damn statement and lie to the whole nation as well as deny him of the one relationship he cherished... they have ignored and dismissed his mental health for years despite knowing about his anxiety and panic attacks (meanwhile the queen gets to have a time off duty to deal with her breakdown??? which results in wille having more responsibilites?? responsibilities he didn't want to begin with???)... they have belittled him at every opportunity while bringing up their perfect firstborn son... i am so sick of them... i was genuinely thrilled seeing wille screaming at them and finally acknowledging all of the shitty ways they treated him... it was the most satisfying scene for me (also edvin's brilliant acting >>> like my jaw was on the floor)

more @legendlarkpod doodles. guardians 👍

bonus falen :p

*walks out of csp covered in blood* falkler friday amirite? 🪷

Httyd artists really looked at one species in a garden of beauty and unique dragons

And decided everything was gonna be toothless

congrats on ur reduction!!! I had one about 3 years ago, I hope the healing process is going well.

ty ty ty!! It's going great so far! my stitches look really great to me already, they seem to be knitting together pretty fast on the surface. I've got a post-op appt with my surgeon on the 11th, so I'll know then what Grade I get in Boob, which is something both normal to want and possible to achieve 👍

clear sinuses tonight? clear sinuses tonight queen?

As the Courtyard in Spring Once Appeared. 

Three days to the next specialist medical appointment that should start the ball rolling to help a bit more with my ghastly spine dysfunction and

I really need to be well enough to uhhhhhhh get out of bed

That would help

...... mehhhh personal complaining in the tags (tw illness)

my partner tested positive for covid yesterday

and me, i feel also not so good

I’ve learned my finals season tax is eating out

"i think we should destroy the whole system lol!" how. fucking how. tell me how the fuck you're planning on doing that. i would also love to destroy the whole system but there's not a practical or fast way to do it so tell me how exactly you're planning on destroying it before the election comes up and tell me why waiting on this magical revolution is better than basic harm reduction strategy. tell me why your ideological purity is more important to you than doing even the smallest bit you can to reduce suffering in this world because genuinely i want to fucking know why you guys think this is okay after we've literally gone through this before. do you care about anyone but yourselves i'm genuinely asking

And so it begins… the first cold of the season. My throat has been bothering me all night, pray that I’m not totally dysfunctional when I wake up in the morning