#flashbacks?

[nunesbytko]

In AKOTSK season 2 are we going to get to see Kiera grieving? Are we going to see flashbacks of Kiera and Valarr together???

How good the marriage was? TBH any excuse to get Oscar Morgan back?

And some lines from Tamara, who plays Kiera?

[flowerwithdepression]

So uh

[etuwubrutus]

damn peter and mag have something weird going on, I don’t trust either of them but neither do I dislike them.

hmm.

wonder how mag dies

[murmuringintothedark]

Honey Pie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Sr0efOe8yk

"She was a working girl North of England way Now she's hit the big time In the U.S.A. And if she could only hear me This is what I'd say..."

The muffled jangling sound of keys being pulled out of a bag filled the silently alert darkness of the living room. In the few moments it took for the person to unlock the door, a blood red eye had snapped open, its glow focused directly at the hallway that led into the center of the house. 

The door creaked shut.

A light flicked on.

"Sans!" Called out a stern but soothing voice.

"I'm home!"

A wild, manic grin stretched into existence under the bright light of the crimson eyes, but the shadowed figure remained still as a statue. A frustrated hand reached up from beneath it to cover the obvious source of light in a dark environment, only retreating when the eye closed again. 

"Sans?" The voice called out again, a hint of worry tainting their smooth tone. "Sans, this isn't funny."

A muffled giggle was buried in the folds of a soft fluffy jacket.

Footsteps approached the living room, and an ominous tension filled the air...

The click of the light switch was followed by a burst of brightness that chased away the darkness, and shrill cries and screams filled the house, loud enough to make the neighbours' dog start barking furiously.

"SANS!" You shriek, pointing at the cheeky cracked skull peeking over the top of the sofa, its red eyelight glowing with amusement and laughter. "I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FU-" You break of when you take note of the bush of curly brown hair that shook with giggles next to the chuckling skeleton. You breathe in deeply, keeping yourself from cursing in front of the child. "I'm gonna kill you someday, honestly. This isn't funny! What if I have a heart attack, huh? Would if still be funny? You seriously need to stop these..." 

The skeleton and the child shared a look as you rambled on endlessly about their childishness and pranking habits, fist-bumping each other with a grin before looking back at you, not hearing a single word of what you were saying.

Sans's grin turned softer the longer he stared at your flushed cheeks and angry frown, your hands waving wildly in the air as you lectured them. Sometimes he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to meet you, let alone keep you and call you "his one and only". After so many years living in a what could only be described as Hell, he'd thought that he'd never, ever, ever, ever be able to know happiness again. 

He was so, very wrong. 

Of course, he would never have learnt to live again if it weren't for the kid. The precious child who brought freedom to the monsters and fought off their interminable famine. He'd never forget the sweet taste of his first full meal on the surface, the sagging feeling of a full stomach which, funnily enough, relieved the unrelenting and crushing weight of stabbing pain of hunger, and the smiling, hopeful faces of his fellow survivors as they looked on to a brighter future. His bones quaked from just the memory.

Of course, Sans was still skeptical over just how long this newfound paradise would last. Years of struggles and never ending battles left him wary of life's generosity, and everyday he dreaded the day hope would slip away from his desperate hold and monster-kind would fall, once again, into the clutches of disgrace. As happy as he was that he was free from the Underground and its terrors, fear still clung to his bones like water to cloth. It was only when you, you and your stern but caring presence imposed itself on his life that he finally learnt to let go of past hardships and to truly live for the fresh experiences of every fresh new day.

You taught him that, you and your stubbornness.

After a day running errands, looking after the kiddo, or just cleaning up the house, he always awaited your return from work with content anticipation.

And you never failed to melt into his open arms and press a kiss to his bony cheek.

Oh, how good it felt to be loved and cared for.

"Sans! Sans, are you even listening to me?" His single red eye snapped to attention at your stiff exclamation, and he grinned a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his skull with a shrug.

"sorry, honey pie. your absolutely adorable blush was distracting me." 

His words made you flush even darker, and one could almost see the steam coming out of your ears. The kid's giggles burst into cackles, and joyful laughter filled the air, soon followed by Sans's deep chuckles. Even you couldn't resist joining in on their shenanigans with a few quiet chuckles of your own and a soft smile. 

After the chortles died down, you sighed deeply, though the grin was still on your face. "Alright, alright, it was a little bit funny, I'll give you that." You relented, dropping your bag on the couch. "Now, it's been a long day, but we still have some sunlight left. How about we go out?"

Sans grinned widely, and snapped his fingers. "grillby's." You roll your eyes. Of course he'd say that. "...Sure. I haven't seen the flame man in a while anyhow. And then after that, we get the lil' rascal some ice cream, what do you think?" You complete, glance at Sans and than at the already excitedly vibrating child. "ok." Replied Sans, patting the kid on the head. "go grab a jacket, kiddo, it'll might get a little chilly at night. you might ketchup cold." They snicker as they rush off as you sigh and roll your eyes again. The damn puns never stop, do they? As bad as Sans's memory can get, his knack for being humerus was ingrained in his bones...

You pull Sans into a hug and press another kiss to his cheek. "You calcium bastard. You'll be the end of me, I swear."

Sans laughs and wraps his arms around you too. 

"Love you too, honey pie."

"...Honey pie, you are making me crazy I'm in love but I'm lazy So won't you please come home.

Oh honey pie, my position is tragic Come and show me the magic Of your Hollywood song.

You became a legend of the silver screen And now the thought of meeting you Makes me weak in the knee.

Oh honey pie, you are driving me frantic Sail across the Atlantic To be where you belong.

Will the wind that blew her boat Across the sea Kindly send her sailing back to me.

Honey pie, you are making me crazy I'm in love but I'm lazy So won't you please come home."

[sanguinarius-archive]

alright but what were the methods ash used to bail sal out before she figured she could take a picture of larry

[constel-langst-ions]

Hide, Hide, Hide P.2

@langst-is-fine yeah heres ur part 2, Im getting carried away with this fic so have another chapter.

Warnings: Physical & Sexual abuse mention

—

Lance collapsed on his bed in the Garrison, his bag packed with no more than a few belongings already put in the closet.

The door opened, and Lance screamed, heart thudding out of his chest. He jumped and sat on his bed, hand over heart, eyes wide. He stared into large, terrified eyes.

“I’m sorry, did I scare you? Oh gosh.” The boy, a bigger one, fretted.

“No, Im sorry. I didn’t know I had a roommate. It’s cool, man.” Lance soothed the boy.

“The name’s Lance.”

“Hunk.” The boy smiled gently.

“So, we’re roommates, I suppose.” Lance chuckled, laying back down. That would be the start of a great friendship.

—

Now they were in space. Lance marveled at the size, entranced. But it terrified him endlessly, with all the loud noises. He overcame it by being loud instead, talking over whatever scared him.

Too bad he couldn’t talk over his teammates, especially Shiro, who’s commanding and loud voice scared him close to a panic atttack.

Especially when he yelled. Particularly at Lance.

He had his worst attack in years shortly after a mission gone wrong.

Pidge had lost her intel because Lance, who was guarding her, had been knocked off his perch by sentries.

Hunk and Keith had barely made it out alive before the ship exploded, Lance having just grabbed Pidge and rushing out to Blue and Black, the only lions taken, as it was supposed to be an easy mission.

Shiro had yelled at Lance for minutes, drilling into him about every possible intrusive thought that had invaded Lance’s mind.

He didn’t care that Lance was shaking. That he begged Shiro to please stop yelling. How he cried. How the team watched, unable to move.

Shiro lifted his arm without thinking, meaning to give Lance a simple slap on the arm.

He didn’t expect the quivering the boy to let out a scream of pure terror and fall back onto his rear, desperately scrambling away from the threat in front of him.

Shiro and the paladins stared, dumbfounded, the Alteans watching closely behind.

Realization clicked onto Lance’s face, and he jumped up, running out of the bridge.

The team looked at eachother, jaws dropped.

—

It took them an hour to find Lance. When they finally did, he was in the kitchen, sitting at the table. He had his head down on his arms, resting on the tabletop.

The second the door opened, he flinched hard and let out a muffled noise of fear. It broke all their hearts.

They sat around him and the table, and Keith leaned to grab Lance’s hand.

Lance yelped instead, yanking his arm away. He glared, glared, at Keith. And hissed. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

Keith pulled his hand back, shocked.

Shiro not catching the memo, grabbed Lance’s shoulder. The smaller boy screeched from the sudden contact behind him, jumping up and knocking his chair back.

“Dont touch me, please!” He pleaded to them, fists clenched on his own shirt.

Lance sat down again. “Please.” He put his head in his hands, his elbows on the table.

Coran sat across from him. “Care to tell us about what happened, m'boy?” He asked, voice solemn.

Lance went dead silent, before nodding.

“My dad used to hit my mom. He only yelled at me, never physically hit me. When I waa four, he hit hit her with a glass bottle.” He was quiet for a moment, scaring the others. “Over the head. I called the cops. He got arrested and put in prison. She died a few days later.”

“My aunts and uncles didn’t want me so I got put into the foster care system. I was in my first home for 3 or 4 years, I cant remember. It was good. I loved my foster parents. When I was 8, they had to put me back, cause they lost their jobs.”

“I got put it another home, with my sisters Lynn and Valeria, and my brother Elias. It was fine, for the first few months. Nora worked alot and Bryson worked from home. He was always with us.”

Lance ran his fingers through his hair. “Then he started taking Lynn, she was 16, into rooms. By themselves. She wouldn’t tell us what happened but Valeria and Elias knew. I didn’t.” Lance took in a shuddering breath.

“I didn’t understand until he took me the first time. Lynn begged him not to, but he hit her. I didn’t want her to get hurt so I did what he said. I dont.. wanna talk about that. He did it a few times, until I was 12. The he just hit me. Lynn had left a bit before that.”

“I learned makeup when I was 14, cause Nora didn’t know Bryson hurt us and she was so nice. I didn’t want to ruin her relationship. Valeria and Elias left too, without a second thought. Left me alone with him.” Lance’s shoulders shook, him telling the experience obviously shaking him.

“I got accepted into the Garrison on a full scholarship. It was my only option, and I just barely qualified. Had I not gotten the scholarship, I probably wouldn’t be making it.” Lance rubbed his eyes, tears still silently running.

“So, please, dont touch me. I cant stand it. I’ve been pushed nearly to panic attacks multiple times because people dont listen.”

Lance started to look angry, scaring the others. “I wasn’t believed when I tried to tell my story to get help. God, no one believed me. I couldn’t get the home I needed.”

“So here I am. A teen with touch aversion. Some kid who’s just so pathetic. I can’t.. I can’t do this. I cant be with people who dont believe me.” He had started sobbing at one point.

“I’m not okay. Not at all. I didn’t get the help, and even if I did, It’d still take years to recover.”

“I just want to feel normal. Is that too much to ask for?” Lance looked up at Shiro, eyes round and glazed over. They were puffy and red.

“Lance, hey, it’s okay. We’ll help you, here, in space. When we get back to Earth, which we will, we’ll help you get the help you need.” Shiro reached to touch him, then pulled back. “Please dont be afraid to talk to us.” He gave a tentative smile.

Pidge and Hunk smiled at him.

“Movie night?” Allura suggested, beaming. “I mean, Lance, you dont have to sit right by us, but it’d be nice. We’ll respect your choices.”

Keith nodded in agreement.

Coran too.

Lance let out a wet laugh, wiping his eyes. “Yeah, I love you guys.”

“Thank you for believing in me.”

—

[ask-2p-italy-luciano-vargas]

youre a good person/country :)

‘‘Thank you for the compliment.’‘