#they call this the Bathtub

[copperbadge]

I feel ten thousand times better already.

[ID: A space outside of the Rijksmuseum known as "the bathtub"; it is an enormous paved oval with a cement lip around it, which holds a few inches of water. Set in the water are large stone planters, which contain a riot of pink, red, and yellow tulips, most of them in bloom. The entire thing is shot against a distant green park and a very cloudy sky, washing the image in grey.]

[jabesa0]

Champagne bubble bath 🫧🥂

[logicalbookthief]

Wait. So it’s Rei who owns the apartment. Kazuki is crashing there indefinitely, and he does all the shopping, cooking, and cleaning?

He is never beating the malewife allegations.

[bathtub4rats]

I like to imagine Torbek has a little tail

I'm on episode 39 now :)

[s0fter-sin]

punk!soap metalhead!ghost brain blast!!!

ghost trying so hard to get soap out of the bad parts of the scene bc he's starting to get pulled in by the shadows, a group of wannabe anarchists that stand for nothing except themselves, but soap loses his shit; laying into ghost for daring to try and "save" him

no one's ever been there for him when he needed them; no one ever offered him support or a soft place to land, why the hell would he want ghost's help when he's perfectly fine on his own? (when he’s always had to be?)

"you think i can't make my own decisions? well fuck you, ghost, who needs a washed up piece o’ shite like you!"

he doesn’t talk to ghost for days, doesn’t let himself acknowledge the hole he’s left behind until he's getting pissed with the shadows one night in an abandoned house and graves starts waving around the gun he snuck through customs and it accidentally goes off, grazing soap's temple

he's never heard anything so loud, even at all the shows he’s attended and there’s so much blood; it's getting in his eyes, running down his neck and soaking into his clothes and he’s frozen. graves and all his shadows bolt after hearing the gunshot, worried about cops finding them and they leave him there; staring at the growing puddle at his feet

soap's panicking; half-blind, blistering pain lighting up his head and he can't think about anything beyond how much he wants ghost

ghost's been sulking at his flat since soap blew him off; pissed at soap for going off on him when he just wants to help but still worried about the punk. he doesn’t want him going down the same road as him; doesn’t want him to repeat his mistakes when he could save himself so much suffering and he almost doesn't answer his phone when it buzzes on the couch

he lets out a ragged sigh as he picks it up; raking a hand over his shaved head when he sees the bubble emoji and contemplates letting it ring out. contemplates answering with a growl; something a younger, crueler version of him would spit. in the end, he decides on silence and puts the phone to his ear just before it can stop ringing

he almost breaks it when he hears soap choke out, "i've been shot."

he's out the door in a heartbeat, running down the stairs because the lift is too slow; trying to get more information out of him but he can't get anything out beyond a repeated, "i've been shot."

he breaks every law there is as he speeds to soap's location; visions of his cold, bloodless corpse staining his mind's eye. the only thing keeping him calm are the strangled breaths from the other end of the line; he's not dead, he can work with not dead, this isn't tommy, soap won't end up like tommy-

ghost screeches to a halt outside a random alley and throws himself from the car when he sees soap collapsed against a garbage bin. he's covered in blood, soaked, just like that night, it's everywhere and he's not moving, he's not moving-

“johnny!”

he skids to his knees and fits his hand under his chin to check his pulse… but his heart beats strong under his fingertips and soap's eyes flutter open; flooded with blood but conscious and alive

the second he registers ghost in front of him, he’s reaching out for him; babbling apologies over and over, "you were right, i'm sorry ghost, i should've listened; i'm sorry, i'm so sorry."

ghost just gently hushes him, cupping his face heedless of the blood. "that doesn't matter now, johnny. we're gonna get you all fixed up, yeah?"

soap’s hands fist in his shirt, clinging to him. "i got shot, ghost," he says again; lost and smaller than he's ever heard from his punk and it's been years since he's felt this kind of rage but he doesn't let a drop of it touch his voice

“i know, lad. i know. gonna let me take a look at it? make it right?"

soap finally nods, his stuttering apologies coming to a halt and ghost runs back to his car to get a towel. he presses it to soap's skin, trying to soak up as much as he can so he can get a proper look; cooing assurances as soap absently hisses in pain the closer he gets to it

it's only a graze and something in his chest unravels; old fears and grief settling as the shallow wound continues to gush into the towel

ghost slumps, pressing his forehead into the top of soap's head and takes a second to just breathe. “‘s’alright, johnny; it’s not even that bad, not even that bad,” he promises, low; spoken more to himself than soap

his hand starts to grow damp and he forces himself to his feet, gathering up soap and getting him into his car. he puts the towel in his hand and presses it against the wound, trying to coax him through his shock to put pressure on it so he can drive

soap curls up in the passenger seat; eyes distant, seeing nothing and ghost has to tighten his grip on the steering wheel so he doesn't turn around

soap is the priority

he has to get him home; has to get him cleaned up and safe

then he can go hunting for the gutless shadow that hurt his punk

[rockingtheorange]

Still haven't moved on from Nicky's giggles

🥺So precious☹

[petalsfordany]

And this is how lottienat nation wins after losing horribly

[gothghostiie]

I have risen from the dead to share the mental image of Graves sitting on a chair by the bathtub while you bathe, feeding you chocolate while just gazing at you lovingly

[khaopybara]

The hottest scene P'Jo mentioned many moons ago is going to be SandRay's hate/reconciliation sex. I don't make the rules, that's what it's going to be

[rickybaby]

I was so confused by the headline only for it to turn out that Shaq and Becks are hosting an event at the Vegas GP

[vamprisms]

this is a post for the girlies who were called creepy for mutilating our barbies when we were just trying to give them superpowers

[doolallymagpie]

no idea why i did this

"So what are you doing right now, my lord?" "I'm taking a bubble bath." "Hold on, just one second, sir." *fails to click button on the vox* "Hey, Lotara. Big Red's calling me from a bubble bath!" "It's still me, Kharn."

[deadpanwalking]

sorry for your loss, quing

The Last Jew in Vinnitsa died in his bed after a brief illness, precisely eighty three years after the one in the picture—4,500 miles away from his ghetto, surrounded by children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. One of these days, he will die for the very last time, and I will be there to say my final Mourner's Kaddish, and my last remaining connection to Judaism will pass with him.

[kirfuffel]

[hotdrinks]

not an exaggeration, once a month, right when rent is due, my apartment complex sends me a notice that is like “uhhmmm teehee..you actually owe us 1,000 additional dollars. don’t ask why :33″ and then I send them a detailed email including screenshots and time stamps of why that is not the case and they go “drats!! he got us!!!” and scamper back to their little hole underneath the roots of a big tree like “we’ll get him next month!” like if they can just catch me unawares I’ll accidentally pay them $1000

[death-does-grip]