#timkonbart

[14muffinz]

Kon: If I was gay, it'd be for Tim or Bart. Tim: If I was gay, it'd be for Bart or Kon. Bart: If I was gay, it'd be for Kon or Tim. Cassie: OH MY FUCKING GOD I HATE YOU ALL

[franollie]

common young justice experience

[softsadrainy]

// f slur use (non derogatory?)

Kon's jacket!! the fuckin guy ever dude

close up of these freaks also bc i love them

and here is it without its pizazz or fun

[cerezaroza]

a boy who's jacked and kind

[beeqisch]

stupid silly guys

photo ref:

[irl]

bart is the king of trying to show u smth on his phone and flailing too much for u to see

[lycansprites]

Do you think they can get tickets to the Barbie Movie in jail

[speeedsters]

i’m glad that an evil future version of tim was able to figure out how to clone his boyfriends

[00mutation00]

I WORKED MY ASS OF FOR THIS

Low key love the way it came out it’s giving the vibes I wanted it too and everything

As y’all know am a big Timkon shiper sooooo got to draw them on a date and wanting to just hold hands

And they are holding hands your honor

And then I was like well if am gonna draw them I kinda need to draw the trio am i right?

So Bart is here too



But it’s also 7 am at the moment soooo am gonna go to bed and wait for this to flip

💖💖💖

[venominomenon]

Kon: Robin, why don't you like cats?

Tim: I like cats! I just like other animals better!

Cassie: Oh, yeah? Like what?

Bart: Wild cocks. Wild heterosexual cocks with rabies.

[suzukiblu]

Let me help. Catching. Timkon timbart or timkonbart

“Let me help,” Tim says like it’s simple, like he and Kon aren’t currently hanging upside-down over yet another weird Gotham vat of weird Gotham chemicals that could definitely fuck up even a demi-Kryptonian to concerning levels. Tim’s knees are hooked over the edge of the rickety old catwalk, a grappling line twisted around his left arm and the rail and anchoring him there, and his right arm holding onto Kon’s wrist–and nothing else. 

Kon’s not holding onto anything, because Kon’s unconscious. Unconscious with bloody shards of kryptonite stuck in his even bloodier chest. 

So like, even if the weird Gotham chemicals weren’t a problem, dropping him would not be a good idea right now. 

Bart doesn’t even know why they’ve got kryptonite in grifing Gotham. Why is that a thing?! What is wrong with this stupid city?! 

And Tim’s voice was neutral and matter-of-fact across the communicator, but even from here Bart can tell he’s sweating and see his muscles trembling, and he heard his breath catch before he spoke. 

Bart can’t even tell if Kon’s breathing at all, from the other side of this stupid sprocking security door on the far end of the catwalk. There’s a narrow little window full of wire mesh he can see through but couldn’t fit through even if he broke it, and he can’t get through, and–

Bart’s just trying not to freak the grife out, because he knows Kon is heavy and Tim is just human with just-human strength and stamina and zero leverage to pull that much dead weight up with and Bart can’t tell the difference between subjective and objective time and how long has Tim been holding onto Kon like that, how long has it been exactly– 

“Breathe, Impulse,” Tim orders across the line, certain and simple. “Objective time. Count it down. How long does it typically take four milligrams of ketamine to burn through your system?” 

“We don’t even know it was ketamine, do you even know how much ketamine that’d be, that’s–I haven’t eaten in two hours,” Bart cuts himself off abruptly, trying not to jitter. Not to panic. Not having eaten makes it worse, obviously. Hits him harder; lasts longer. And two hours on a speedster metabolism might as well be two day, at a minimum. 

But the real problem is that whatever the fuck was in those sedatives, right now he’s slow, and so it’s literally impossible for him to vibrate through the stupid door he can’t get open. 

“Okay,” Tim says, and exhales slowly. It crackles over the line. He visibly tightens his grip on Kon’s limp wrist and maybe-not-breathing body. Maybe–no, Kon’s breathing, Bart tells himself. Tim’s practical. He’d drop him if he were dead. He’d–

Who is he even kidding right now? It’s Kon. 

And Tim wouldn’t even drop a stranger. 

“Okay,” Tim repeats, and lets out another slow exhalation. Doesn’t look towards Bart and the door; doesn’t look quite at Kon either. “Just–okay.” 

It’s really, really not, Bart knows, and tries to vibrate his hands against the door again. 

They don’t. 

But Tim isn’t going to drop Kon, and Bart isn’t going to stop trying to get through this stupid goddamn door.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

With a party happening in Gotham, Wally is feeling a little left out.

And confused. So very confused.

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[litta-jpg]

muah

bonus cassie:

the reference i used had someone peaking out from the background so i had to include her too hehe. she already got her share of kisses from cissie

[softsadrainy]

long hair bart because i needed it OUT of my system

ft kon, tim, and cassie :3

close ups n text stuff below!!!

^ my fav one, tim stopping kon from making the little hair bounce around, Bart is non the wiser

Kon making the little hair piece spring around (built in stim toy)

Kon and Bart cuddling, so much hair in kon's face( hes trying not to sneeze)

meow meow bart

Kon thinks that bart looks like a cat and tim looks like a dog

Cassie trying to brush Barts hair flat(GONE WRONG)

Tim seeing Bart's hair over a little box thang, ?? who tf did your hair?

Tim cutting Bart's hair to make it "Aerodynamic" and "tactical" , bart thinks he may be bald(which fair enough, have you seen arkham knights tim???)

the hair goes fine :)

little faces too

[devine-fem]

bart is absolutely autistic, you literally can't convince me otherwise. theres no way he's not on the spectrum like he has adhd and autism. in this essay, i will-

[oh-theatre]

Jason: This Bart and Kon guy, they live with you?

Tim: yeah, they just moved in last month

Dick: And that’s going well?

Tim: yep, they’re so great

Jason: so they knew you and were like... More?