#supposedtobeamomsoon

pLEASE RAPE MY FANFIC bITCH. 

is that supposed to be sarcasm????

Though the ground around them was littered with sleeping bodies, there was nothing but the sound of exhaustion in the early morning air – sweet silence. Hardly a snore, nor the restless shifting of arms or torso against the bare floorboards as those who managed to shut their eyes for the night indulged their few hours more of restitution. They would need it; tomorrow, no foot would be spared from heaviness. No flesh would be free of the icy winds.Luke slumped his head back against the wooden wall, shifting over when he felt the dig of a nail in his skull. As if it wasn’t obvious from the way the purple shadows stood out against his pale skin that sleep hadn’t come to him last night. Or– the night before, he supposed. It was a fair guess to make that sleep hadn’t come freely to any of them for a while now. It didn’t stop him feeling like shit. For more than one reason.“You’re even askin’ me?” he murmured, a hint of a smile on his features as his eyes were cast straight at the wall opposite, as though searching it for an answer he couldn’t quite arrive on. Maybe he should let her lecture him. It’d do both of them good to feel normal again. “If if I told you I slept like a baby last night you’d clip me somethin’ round the ear for lyin’.”

[HAPPY DANCE BECAUSE ONE OF MY SECRET FAVORITES LIKE ME! I love you, too! And Rebecca was one of my favorite S2 Characters tbh, and you play her perfectly!]

{ Heck yeah, let’s do it! c: }

     The little Belgian girl stared up at the woman, icy orbs     wide with curiosity. They flickered from the pregnant     woman’s belly, to her face, and back again. This was     a reminder that her own mother was pregnant.     Raising a hand and pointing at the woman’s protruding     belly, in her best English, she asked,     ❝Do you have a baby in there? My mama has one     in her belly…❞

// *insert winky face here*