i'm not gonna let this go

deal | pt 1 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

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part two | part three 


Eyes like ice, cold and calculating narrow over the rim of a wine glass. Soft lips press to the polished glass, the crimson complimenting tan skin. If it weren’t for the soft dent between his brows you would have assumed he had not heard you. He takes his time allowing the wine to caress his palate, eyes closed as he savors the taste.  As always, he makes you wait until the wine glass is drained of it’s dark contents. You ponder on the taste, if it is bitter upon his tongue much like his words.

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a review of rainbow now that all my thoughts are together
  • bastards: great opening song. a++ gravelly/sorta raw vocals. i feel like this is gonna be an especially good anthem for high schoolers tbh like it's just such a nice "it's gonna be alright" message.
  • let 'em talk: 2010 kesha meets 2017 kesha. play this at the club tbh. but like....a classy club, u feel me?
  • woman: i'm a boy and this makes me wanna scream that i'm a motherfucking woman out the car window at random passerby
  • hymn: if kesha wants to start a church where they play this song i will be at every goddamn sunday mass.
  • praying: what can i say about this that hasn't already been said? i am just sO PROUD OF KESHA ROSE SEBERT
  • learn to let go: this is the ultimate upbeat anthem of recovery. the kind of thing that you dance to in your bedroom to feel better on a shitty day.
  • finding you: um???? did someone say 'sequel to past lives'??? this is just so cute y'all put it on your mixtapes and all that gay shit.
  • rainbow: no wonder this is the mf title track. the way her voice is so genuine and kind of shaky and powerful all at once. the piano. the way it swells and grows stronger just like she's gotten stronger. this is where i died the first time tbh
  • hunt you down: the "boy i'll murder you if you piss me off" anthem all the lady country singers wish they wrote
  • boogie feet: once again, a throwback to old kesha. eagles of death metal are the reason we put eagles on the list of protected animals obvi
  • boots: soundtrack for the female james bond movie we all know we want
  • old flames: DO I NEED TO SAY ANYTHING BESIDES DOLLY PARTON
  • godzilla: this shit is the cutest thing i've ever fuckin heard what the goddamn fuck
  • spaceship: i could fall asleep to her voice in this song but in the best way. what a nice, soft way to end an album. a++. 10/10

conchacunt  asked:

So given the information we saw in season three and how Haggar and Zarkon had Lotor after they became quintessence zombies, do you think that has any effect on how powerful Lotor is or on how he reacts to quintessence?

Okay, so, here’s something small that I’ve been chewing over since s3e7.

Let’s assume getting fried into space zombies didn’t actually change their genetics, just their appearance.

Honerva had golden eyes and dark-colored hair.

Zarkon had no real hair, and red eyes.

So where between them did they produce this vividly blue-eyed, white-haired child? Lotor looks more Altean than Haggar does at this point which would seem to suggest he draws from both of their pre-quintessence genetics.

But neither of them have blue eyes to give him and Haggar’s hair isn’t naturally white. It bleached out because of her overexposure to quintessence. That’s not something you’d pass onto a kid unless her genetics changed- in which case Lotor should have monochromatic glowing eyes as both Haggar and Zarkon do now.

We also have no confirmation Haggar is Lotor’s mother- she just remains the most likely candidate as Zarkon’s now canonically confirmed wife.

But what if Lotor wasn’t exactly… conceived normally? As I’ve said before, Haggar talks about Lotor like an experiment.

Since my theory that Haggar was the queen of Altea was sunk decisively, Haggar’s not of the royal bloodline, and we don’t know if she had that particular Altean power the way that Alfor and Allura seem to have. And Haggar’s very scared of Allura’s power in some way, suggesting she knows about it. Possibly, wants to use it.

You know someone who does have both white hair and blue eyes?

Allura’s entire family- the royal line of Altea.

Coran didn’t see Altea being destroyed, but Zarkon would have had Altea and all its people, including Alfor and, were she still alive at the time, Allura’s unnamed mother.

They could’ve taken things. Like, y’know, blood samples.

Now, remember s3e5? How the Alteans on the other side needed someone from Allura’s bloodline, with Allura’s power, to awaken that ship and move it?

Remember how Lotor was the one who switched that ship’s beacon on- which would seem to necessitate him boarding it and activating its systems?

It also doesn’t exactly make sense to me that after being undead for ten thousand years, Haggar and Zarkon would look up from their intergalactic conquest to decide they really want to have a kid together. Especially since both of them have apparently been uptight workaholics for most of their lives with very little time or patience for anything but each other. And Zarkon has no reason to worry about an heir, he already died once and walked it off.

So…. what if Lotor is more of an experiment than a child? Someone spliced together genetically? 

[stares into the middle distance] 

I have made a huge mistake.

The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing(…)  

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We’ll wait for you Wookie <3 (08.14.2017 - May 2019)

“See?” said Damian. “I told you I heard footsteps. He didn’t go to sleep.”
Which was impressive enough, honestly, given the amount of pain medication that Jason had literally seen Tim take— he should have been out for hours. But what was even more impressive was the mess he’d made of his room.
Tim’s walls were papered with pictures and notes. There was barely any blank wall left, but extra pages were still spilling out of Tim’s printer. He’d run a spool of yarn through a set of thumbtacks, movie style, until it crisscrossed around the entire space in a spiderweb of connections— Jason had to duck underneath it to fit inside the door.
Tim was sitting at his desk, surrounded by stacks of paper and rolls of tape. He didn’t seem to notice either one of them until Jason tapped on his corner.
“Hey. Everything okay in here?”
“Shut up,” Tim told him. “I’m working.”
“Oh, that’s what this is,” said Jason, gesturing to the walls, “Work. You sure about that?”
“Obviously.” Tim pulled a sheet of text from one of his piles and moved over to the wall, searching for a place to hang it. He settled on an empty bit of space and tacked it on— Jason was pretty sure he was leaving tiny holes in the paint. Alfred wouldn’t be happy. “I’m making a network.”
Jason pointed to the center of the mess. “This is a picture of a slice of pizza.”
“I was hungry.”
“It’s connected to a drawing of me.” At least, Jason assumed it was a drawing of him— in reality it was a stick figure wearing an oversized red helmet, complete with tiny guns and “pew pew” written out beneath it, but Jason was willing to be generous.
“I was asking you to bring me pizza.” Tim said, like it was obvious, and he looked around his room like he was hoping Jason had actually brought him one.
“Oh, okay. So instead of texting me like a normal person…” Jason trailed off, waving a hand in Tim’s direction— Tim frowned at him for a few seconds, clearly concentrating, before he sighed and walked back to his desk.
“You’re right. I can do that now, if I can find my phone. Where did I put my—” He started digging through his piles of notes, knocking stacks of them off the desk. After twenty seconds of silence, Damian tapped out a text on his own phone and followed the tone to Tim’s mini-fridge. He pulled open the door: an alarming selection of Red Bull products and Tim’s cell phone, laying across the shelf. He passed it over to Jason with his text still on the screen (Just when I thought you could sink no lower).
“I can’t believe he’s the one that survived,” Jason told him. He was pretty sure it violated natural law. “This is embarrassing. Hey, Tim? You don’t have to text me. I’m standing right here.”
Tim was busy straightening out his yarn, so he didn’t answer.
“Just out of curiosity, how many of these things do you drink every day?” Jason pulled an empty can from the carpet and tossed it at Tim— it bounced off his chest and fell back to the ground. “More than one?”
“One. Five. I don’t know.”
“You skipped a couple of numbers there.”
“Hm.” Tim dropped his voice into an imitation of a GPS. “Recalculating.”
“Oh my god.” Really, Bruce? Jason thought. You replaced me with this? Whatever. Didn’t matter.
“Pass me the post-it notes.”
“Fine.” Jason grabbed the stack off Tim’s desk, read the top, and handed them over. “What is ‘Theseus’ supposed to mean?”
“The Court of Owls has a labyrinth beneath the city.”
“Why didn’t you just write that?”
“Because it’s a code.” Tim stuck his post-it to the corner of the pizza slice and wandered back towards his desk. “I don’t want Damian to read my stuff.”
“Okay, Damian is also standing right here.” Jason pointed behind him. “See? Try to focus. I really don’t think you want to start a fight right now.” Damian didn’t look mad— more amused than anything— but who knew how long that would last? Jason was surprised Tim could walk at this point. He definitely couldn’t defend himself.
“Damian?” Tim asked. He looked shocked, like he really hadn’t seen Damian before Jason pointed him out.
“Yes?”
“You’re alive?”
“Yes.” Damian raised an eyebrow in Jason’s direction. “Really, Drake, try to— No. Drake no do NOT—” He tried to duck away, but he was too late; Tim grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him into a hug.
For the first few seconds, Damian stood frozen in shock— mouth open, arms at his sides— and Jason was frozen too. Then he remembered that he was still holding Tim’s phone, so he snapped a picture and ran, out the door and down the hall, as fast as he could. He was halfway down the staircase when he heard a thud behind him (presumably Tim hitting the floor) and Damian’s steps on the landing.
“TODD!”
But really, with that kind of lead, there was no way he could catch up.


for the anon that requested another round of Tim (very high) on pain meds