#frustrated tim

[demonic0angel]

Gone (click for clarity)

Inspired by ‘PRIDE.’ by Kendrick Lamar

*cocks my pen turned shotgun* I hope you bullet proof…. for this about to hurt.

[disastertwins9000]

more art inspired by @foerchen ‘s fics

so i have adhd and hc dick does too, so as much as i love sleepy hugs dick grayson he can’t be touching ppl while he’s actually asleep. he’s also does the adhd curled up arms thing. timmy’s definitely a snuggler and jason can fall asleep anywhere so it all works out

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

I think YJ98 would go hard as one of those unserious high school superhero shows where the characters are always making godawful excuses to their friends and sneaking off to save the day, except all of them are superheroes and they just don't realise it, resulting in identity shenanigans that are actually wholly unecessary. Also the story follows Tim, who doesn't even operate in the daytime, but is left providing increasingly absurd alibis for his friends because he's the only one who's deduced their identities and he really needs to keep it that way before they all end up arrested and he has no one left to eat lunch with

The rest of this comic WIP is on Ko-Fi!

[flwrkid14]

Consumed by Love, Blind to the Truth

Tim loves Danny like a wildfire—destructive, consuming, something that could turn the world to ash just to keep him warm.

If it ever came down to it, Tim wouldn’t hesitate. There is no line he wouldn’t cross, no price too steep, no force in the universe strong enough to keep him from protecting Danny. He would bring the world to its knees if it meant keeping him safe. He would set the stars ablaze just to see Danny’s eyes light up, would carve his devotion into the fabric of existence if it meant Danny would never doubt it. If all he ever did—if all he ever was—amounted to making Danny happy, then that would be enough. That would be everything.

Because there is no one Tim will ever love more than Danny.

There will never be another.

And yet—Tim doesn’t think Danny could ever love him the same way.

Danny does love him. He says it. He shows it. And Tim believes him.

But not like this.

Not with the same aching devotion, not with the kind of love that makes it hard to breathe, that makes Tim want to give and give until there’s nothing left of him.

Because Danny is Danny, and Tim is just—Tim. There’s nothing special about him. Nothing that makes him stand out against the people who could love Danny better.

He sees the difference. He sees how easily Danny laughs with Dick, all grins and inside jokes that come so naturally. He sees how relaxed Danny is around Cass, how she brings a peace that Tim never could. How effortlessly Steph matches Danny’s chaotic energy, turning their world into something bright and loud and fun.

Tim sees all of it. And he knows—he knows—that if one day Danny woke up and realized he could do better, it wouldn’t be a surprise.

Jason would love him better. Jason, who is fire and fury and unrelenting loyalty, who wouldn’t hesitate to wage war on the world for the people he loves.

Damian would love him better. Damian, who would turn his love into something timeless, painting Danny’s name into the stars, immortalizing him in every brushstroke and every verse.

Danny could have anyone. Deserves someone better.

And if one day, Danny saw that—if one day, Danny left—Tim would understand.

It’ll break him. It’ll shatter something inside him that will never heal.

But he will understand, and he will never blame Danny for it.

Because Tim notices how happy Danny is in other people’s presence. He notices how easily he fits into other people’s arms. But Tim will never notice—never really see—how Danny always comes home to him. How Danny presses his face into the crook of Tim’s neck after a long day, melting into him like he belongs there. How Danny finds Tim first when the crowd is too much, when the laughter and the lights and the energy become exhausting, when he just needs to breathe. How Danny chooses him every single day, in every single moment.

Tim doesn’t see it.

But the rest of the Bats do.

And they will not let him live it down. Not when Tim sits there, eyes full of love, while Danny mirrors the exact same expression from across the room. Not when Tim watches Danny smile at someone else and completely misses the way Danny always looks at him.

One day, they’ll get it through his head.

One day, Tim will understand that Danny loves him just as much.

[leafyeyes417]

Added to the chat

So I’ve seen this done in BNHA fandom quite often but never for DPxDC so lets do it

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Danny and Tucker were tinkering with their gear, trying to make things easier for themselves. Currently they were making their phones run on ecto so they would both be untraceable and never run out of energy.

Danny, his tongue sticking out, said “I think… I’m finished.” There was a beep and he closed up the back and started making sure it all worked. “Alright Tuck, time for your stuff while I do your phone.” Swapping phones Tuck began adding in all the info from their old phones and added a ghost firewall. Wouldn’t hold Technus if he was determined but made it so he couldn’t just possess the tech immediately.

Later, Danny is lying in his bed when he notices a new chat on his phone. It confused him because he already had his friend chat, who else would he have a chat with?

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The Batfam were in their family chat just speaking about their day when there was an alert.

New member added: Phantom

Coffee-not-sleep: Uh? Did we get a new family member?

UnDead: Seriously?! Again?!

Bendy_Pretzel: No? B said nothing about any adoptions when I saw him today.

SilentShadow: New sibling!

I-See-All: Not sure how but they were not added to the chat the normal way.

BloodSon: Tt. So they are an intruder then? Can you not remove them?

PurpleGlitter: I mean, could be fun? Just need to make a new chat for the private things!

Daylight: Maybe they are a meta? Could be nice to not be the only one.

I-See-All: Unable to remove them. Not sure how but the code is almost alive and I would probably pass out before I could get through it.

Phantom: Uh? How did I get added to some chat? I mean I was fixing my phone today but it shouldn’t have added me anywhere?

BloodSon: Speak Intruder. Who are you and what do you want? *sword drawn*

Bendy_Pretzel: Dami that isn’t going to make them want to talk to us.

Phantom: Nah it’s fine. Name’s Danny. I do gotta ask though, you want me to leave? I can probably delete my chat or get my hacker friend to do it if you want.

PurpleGlitter: No way! This will be fun! Need to get an outside perspective. Gotham is weird so we need someone normal!

UnDead: As long as we don’t tell B I’m game.

SilentShadow: ❤️❤️❤️

Coffee-not-sleep: Stay. I will figure out this living firewall. How the hell do you even do this?

Phantom: yeah first of all if you wanted a normal outside perspective that is not me. Second, the firewall isn’t living. But I’m not saying any more than that.

[xiaoks]

trying out heavypaint to get back into drawing again

[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

Lights out

[artisicallya-rambo]

I put far too much thought into these DnD classes

[squarecloud73]

*I worship you Tumblr please don’t remove it

He angry because he worry 🥹

[public-benches]

novice dunmeshi fans in the tags of my posts tryna say chilchucks daughters aren’t adults….. heh. 😏 this may blow some peoples minds but I would like to remind everyone that half foots have shorter lifespans and reach adulthood by 14 according to the sacred texts 👇

chilchuck describes them as fully independent when he corrects marcille, who assumes he’s left his wife alone with a young child. The family dynamic is nicely summarized here 👇

and of course my most compelling evidence is the time when chilchucks three adult daughters describe themselves as his three adult daughters:

how could a guy who isn’t even 29 yet have three adult daughters, some have asked? Look no further. I have your answers here:

a bit young even for his own race but unfortunately for some of you guys the facts speak for themselves 😔

now don’t ever correct me again

[thwackk]

For some reason, there’s nothing on earth more infuriating than mischaracterization of your favorite robin

[pup-pee]

bart having 2 learn how 2 run again would ruin me

[cigarettehearted]

let Chilchuck say "fuck"

[umtrem]

this is about Kon-el being a dragon

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Dallas wrestles Curly to the ground 'n when the little shit doesn't stop fightin', he bites him.

"OW, you asshole!" Curly wriggles around fruitlessly beneath Dallas' bony knees and when he can't get out, he reaches up and grabs for a fistful of Dallas' hair. Dallas sees it comin' 'n dives backwards out of the way, jabbin' Curly in the ribs. Curly uses the opportunity to shove Dallas hard off of him. Dally stumbles back and jumps to his feet, ready for Curly to do somethin' cheap like go for his ankles.

And then Curly does somethin' he's never done. Ever. He stops fightin'.

Dallas hesitates, blinkin' down at Curly starin' holes in the carpet. "C'mon asshole, you're not fakin' me out. I only fall for that shit once."

Curly glares up and Dallas and his eyes are wet and Dallas thinks fuck, if I broke that kid's arm again Tim is going to kill me. For good this time. He's beginning to wonder idly whether he'll bury him under the shed or just leave his ass out in an alley when Curly shoots up.

"Why the fuck aren't you ever like this with Pony?" The shock hits Dallas so hard he drops his fists.

"What?" Curly stares at him hard, hands clenchin' 'n unclenchin' at his side, eyes still shinin' in the low livin' room light.

"You'd never kick the shit out of Pony like you do to me." Oh holy fuckin' hell.

"Yeah, I do." Dallas rolls his eyes, drops down into the Shepard's threadbare couch. It's busted as hell, whatever pattern it may have once had faded 'n ripped 'n stained over the years.

"No, you don't!" Curly's damn near yellin' now but only Dallas glances at the apartment door. Not that the other tenants aren't used to it by now. And it's definitely not like they'd complain.

"Yeah, the hell, I do. I nearly put the kid's head through the wall last week. And Darry damn near cracked my skull for it." Dallas rolls his eyes. He's exaggeratin' a bit but he was damned if he was gonna tell Curly that Darry had lectured him like a kid and made him do the fuckin' dishes.

"Oh, great." Curly tosses his hair out of his eyes in a way that reminds Dallas of the ponys down at Buck's. Or Soda. Same difference. "So you only beat the shit out of me because Tim won't kick your ass for it." Curly stomps his foot and whips around, makin' for the hall.

"Oh my God." Dallas slides off the couch 'n grabs Curly's wrist before he can go far. Curly twists as hard as he can but Dallas holds him tight and the only thing he gets for his troubles is rug burn. "Give me a second before you do the whole run to your room 'n slam the door thing. Tim might be takin' Darry's advice about privacy 'n space 'n all that bull but I'm sure not. 'N I will come after your ass."

Curly stops fightin' 'n opts for scowlin' at Dallas, leanin' so there's as much room between them as possible. "Fuckin' fine."

"Well, I'll tell you somethin' both you 'n Pony have in common." Curly blinks wide, dark eyes at him 'n Dallas rolls his eyes. "You're both fuckin' stupid."

Curly kicks at the carpet 'n Dallas drops his wrist. "Pony's not stupid." Dallas flicks his ear hard 'n Curly yelps 'n socks Dallas in the stomach.

"Yeah, the hell he is. 'N so are you." Curly throws his hands up, makes for the door again. Dallas shoots one foot out 'n Curly comes down hard on the wood floor.

"OW, man, I can't even go to my own room in my own fuckin' house in peace with you around."

"No, you can't 'cause I'm not done talkin', stupid." Dallas crouches down so they're both sprawled in the hall. "I don't beat the shit out of Pony because he's... I dunno. He's softer."

Curly narrows his eyes but doesn't interrupt so Dallas just plows on ahead.

"Curly, you wouldn't allow anyone to do half the shit that the Curtis boys do. Ain't nobody callin' you honey or baby or any of that shit." Curly wrinkles his nose up 'n Dallas raises his eyebrows like that much is obvious. "'N you don't fight like the Curtis'. Last time I broke Steve's arm before the Curtis parents, well whatever, Mr. C nearly put my ass out on the street for good. Last time you broke my ribs we went out for Dairy Queen."

Curly leans back on his hands, stops lookin' wary just long enough to laugh. "God, the one down near the end of The Ribbon? I'm still banned from there, y'know? 'Cause I slammed your head into the voice box thingy."

"Can you shut up for five seconds?" Curly kicks a foot out at him 'n Dallas half-heartedly bats it away. "Pony 'n you are just... different people. Don't mean I like him more or nothin'."

Curly studies him with big eyes 'n Dallas can't help but think they had that shit in common too. Sometimes Pony could make him feel like a pinned spider just bein' picked apart.

"Alright, fine." Curly clambers to his feet, offers his hand to haul Dallas up. Dally takes it, then promptly yanks the kid into a hug. It scares both of them a lil' how Curly melts straight into it.

But then Curly jabs Dallas in the stomach and makes a break for the door and Dallas cackles 'n dives after him.

"Hey, let's go to Dairy Queen." Curly snatches Tim's keys off the table and they both spit into wide, connivin' grins.

"Long as I get to put a dent in Tim's bumper." Curly tosses Dallas the ring and Dallas snatches them out of the air. He grabs a bandaid from the cabinet 'n presses it into Curly's hand as he makes for the door. "For the bite."

"You probably gave me fuckin' rabies or somethin'."

"Yeah, well, it's my way of sayin' love ya kid."

[highlysusceptibletodisaster]

being a tim drake fan after 2011 is so funny like what it's like knowing that every story focused on him published after the new 52 was done in an attempt to save his character but they all failed and now he is stuck on a limbo with no identity of his own and you have to settle for reading his stories before that while you see new fans not liking him because he's "just the robin that came before damian"