dead mother

Royal Family AU

Thace and Keith are the main guards to the family but because they are Galra they had to prove themselves that they were not traitors to Princess Allura. Thace mainly because him once working under Galra for years even though he was a traitor to them. Keith grew up in the castle after Allura’s father found and adopted him when his father was found dead and his mother nowhere in sight. Keith grew up always around Lance and was taught to protect him. they played and fought growing up but they were always close naturally. After being a certified guardsman, he guarded Lance constantly. Prince Lance requested only Keith as his personal guard since they were around the same age and he’s a fucking hot . Keith wasn’t complaining Lance was troublesome but they liked each other so THAT caused plenty of trouble in itself because sometimes neither of them could be found. Hunk, the Family’s chef, always said that what is always known is that they are together so Allura should calm down a little. Who could blame her though? She was the older sister and had to help prepare herself as well as her little brother for the responsibilities of  royalty. She knew the two would be making out in the closets or doing other things they both knew damn well they shouldn’t.

(plz someone message me what Pidge and Shiro should be in the royal family! I want to write a fanfic of this but i want everyone included! if you think other characters to be involved let me know who and their roles I want to expand on this!)

Im drawing this so you WILL see more ;)


This episode for me really highlighted and then in its dramatic finale brought to an extreme the use of perspective that Rebecca Sugar has often talked about during panels. In her rare appearances, we are almost always looking up at Rose Quartz, or she is leaning down and over our POV - be it Pearl kneeling before her hologram in Rose’s Scabbard

or Greg on a number of occasions during the early days of their relationship (We Need To Talk is a really interesting watch with regards to camera angles and how they change - Greg literally climbs a stack of crates during his attempt at communication and, well, seeing eye to eye)

or Garnet after her fateful fall in The Answer

or, hey, Buddy Buddwick collapsed in the desert in Buddy’s Book

She even has magical floating powers. It all fits, of course, with the entire running theme of the (unattainable/unmaintainable) pedestal. And even when she is not directly present, and even when it’s not the focus of the shot, her portrait can be seen overlooking the familiar setting of the beach house.

  • Zen: [to MC] So where you from? Heaven?
  • 707: Yeah, she's a ghost. She died fifteen years ago, just like that pickup line.

wicked games : a fanmix for the suffering game 

“You know the rules: once you sacrifice something here, you don’t get it back!”

christina aguilera - enter the circus/welcome // lady gaga - paparazzi // circus contraption - carousel // mother mother - body // stolen babies - filistata // humanwine - rivolta silenziosa // the dresden dolls - necessary evil // firewater - borneo // p!nk - funhouse // dead man’s bones - lose your soul // jason webley - dance while the sky crashes down 


“I still get a lump in my throat when her dress is torn off and she runs out in the garden. Marc [Davis] always thought that was throwing her to the hounds, so to speak, to have the stepsisters rip her to shreds was more than was needed. The fact that she’s not going to get to the ball was enough. You didn’t need to tear her [dead mother’s] dress, but the sequence is beautifully structured. It gets to you.” -Frank Thomas

anonymous asked:

hey love! i was wondering if you could maybe write a teeny tiny fluffy hannigram ficlet? my mom is in a hospital and i'm having some severe depression/anxiety episodes, so it would really help. you absolutely don't have to, though, love anyway xx

Hello nonny, I’m so sorry about your mom and I hope things begin to look up for the both of you soon. Here is a little thing in which Will and Hannibal find a fawn. I hope you enjoy. <3

They came across the fawn as they walked the dogs in the fields behind Will’s house. She was no more than a week out of the womb. The blood nearby told her story well. Her mother had been taken by hunters.

“What should we do?” Will turned to Hannibal.

“Certainly you’re no stranger to strays.”

Will laughed. “I’m no stranger to dogs.”

Winston sniffed the little deer. The rest of the pack looked to Will, frozen. Hannibal’s eyes too fell on him.

Will sighed. “Let’s take her back to the house.”

The fawn allowed Will to scoop her into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder as they trudged through the field toward the house. In the corner of his eye, Will could see Hannibal smiling.

Back in his own yard, Will laid the fawn down in the grass. She watched Will with her dark and shining eyes. No fear, grateful to have been found.

“She’s going to need milk,” Will said, performing a quick search on his phone. “Goat, apparently.”

Hannibal went into town for the milk and Will sat in the grass with the fawn, the dogs gathering to sniff her all over. Will ran his hands along the skinny slope of her back, connecting the white spots that painted her with the tips of his fingers.

Soon enough, Hannibal returned, a carton of goat milk and a bottle in hand. He had it filled almost as soon as he’d stepped from the car.

“Here you are,” Hannibal said, sitting next to Will and presenting the bottle.

“Thank you.”

Will could feel Hannibal eying him intently as he presented the bottle to the fawn. She sniffed at the nipple and, at the first drop of milk dripping from the tip, hungrily took it into her mouth to suckle.

“She’s going to be alright,” Hannibal said, leaning in, his knee knocking right up against Will’s.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve cared for something so helpless. Most of my dogs have come to me as adults.”

“I’m happy to help however I can.”

Will watched Hannibal watching the fawn suckle. He smiled. “Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” Hannibal said, meeting Will’s eyes. “We are her fathers now.”

I live for the day Carl calls Michonne mom without thinking about it. It just comes out. He’ll say something like, “Hey, Mom, have you seen my blue shirt?”

And they’ll both just pause because that’s such a touchy moment. Did he mean to say it? Is he okay with having said it? Is Michonne okay carrying that title?

But after a moment, Michonne responds with, “I think your Dad put it with the rest of the laundry,” and Carl just smiles and says, “Thanks, Mom.”