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liking an unpopular ship is like being dehydrated in a desert and liking a popular ship is like being dehydrated in the middle of the pacific ocean. you understand

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I know there are alot of angsty Tim does not believe he is part of the family takes but consider a hilarious twist on this where Tim 100% separates being a bat verses being a Wayne like its more of a family business type of situation. 

Like Jason goes on a full ass monologue about how Tim stole Robin and his place in the family as Dick’s brother and Bruce’s son and Tim is like??? chill I’m an employee dude. Damian tries to kill him to prove that he is the superior son and Tim is super confused because shouldn’t he go after one of Bruce’s sons instead of an unpaid intern?

Bruce has a whole heart attack when Tim tries to ask if he has a retirement plan or benefits lmfao 

Cue everyone trying to show Tim he’s part of the family except he is dodging attempts left and right (like that time he created a fake uncle just so he wouldn’t get adopted)

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And done! :D I really like the idea of Damian experimenting more artistic skills, like body painting- But first he gotta start with something small, so- Makeup!

And I wanted to put Tim in this because of the Caroline Hills thing, he must be more comfortable with makeup 👉🏻👈🏻

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tim drake has ALWAYS been a perfectionist. he has never been satisfied with anything but spotless and shining and clean and crisp. he’s always been a perfectionist, and that desperation has made him into something both unmovable and deeply broken. he crafts the world into what he wants and he does so with broken fingers. he uses his own flesh to patch the holes. he gives everything he has to smooth out the rough edges.

tim drake stalked batman and robin for years. he stole their moments, soft and violent and loving, and captured them in photo form. he hoarded them. he breathed them. he made them his.

he idolized them. batman and robin were symbols, not people. they were perfection made flesh, made mortal. he had their pictures, their image, clear in his head. they had roles and a purpose and he loved them from afar. and then jason died. and then everything went wrong.

batman was wrong, he wasn’t acting like batman should and it was wrong and tim needed to fix it. sure he was saving the city from a rich man’s suicide note (one written with bruce’s violence and splattered with the blood of every citizen, every inhabitant he had tried so hard to protect), but more than that it was because to tim there was a way the city worked. gotham had a heartbeat, a structure to the chaos, a rhythm to the madness and batman was off beat. he was tipping the scales. he was ruining that fragile balance of heartbreak and hope.

batman was bruce was human. batman was born from grief and it was looking like he would die from it too. robin was hope was magic was a dead boy and a bloody and burnt costume. they became human became flawed became something to fix.

when tim took robin from jason’s casket, from bruce’s white knicker grip, it was like wearing an ill fitting skin. robin had a purpose, but it wasn’t what it used to be. robin wasn’t flying free, he was on the ground in bruce’s shadow with bandages and handcuffs and blades and gritted teeth as he kept bruce alive, the criminals alive, the legacy alive. tim knew the hero was a broken man, but gotham couldn’t. the city wouldn’t survive it.

he could pretend it was selflessness all he wanted, he could play at sacrifice, but really it was because the city glimmered in his camera lens and he wanted that glow to stay. he wanted the pristine filth. he wanted the rats in their gutters and the guns in their holsters and bruce’s clean hands stark against batman’s black suit.

robin flashed red, yellow, green. batman smiles for the picture. bruce meets tim’s eyes, takes his words into consideration. tim stitches the fragments together with gold thread and calls the work beautiful through the blood in his mouth.

jason comes back, damian comes home, bruce is dead and robin isn’t his anymore and everything is ruined and tim says no. he calls it wrong. everything breaks, but tim won’t let it stay that way.

he brings bruce back, of course. unstoppable force meets unmovable object and shatters on impact. sword meets ribs meets sutures. death stares tim in the eyes and tim stands firm and wins.

tim is a perfectionist, and batman and the robins have always been his world. of course he won’t let them rot and rust. of course he would sculpt them a different ending. of course.

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hey. hi. so.

might be a little obsessed with Tim Drake. this is not new. what is new, however, is the idea of timothy jackson drake being raised as a shield.

you know how some children are raised as weapons? that sucks. but weapons have a use. they're sharp, they're dangerous. sometimes they're respected in some capacity. some people have emotional attachments to their weapons. a weapon is valued for the threat that it is simply by being. a weapon is valued for the damage it can do. and that sucks. but a weapon is valued, pretty much automatically, because a weapon has a purpose.

but shields? their entire purpose is someone else. a shield is worthless without someone to shield. a shield is used until it breaks, and then it's immediately replaced. a shield is valued as long as it's stable, as long as it takes the hits meant for someone else. a shield is valued until it takes too many hits and it breaks. no one will repair that broken shield. it's never going to be as stable as it used to be. better to just get a new one.

anyways. tim drake is a shield, not a sword. at first he was shielding his parents reputation. then he was shielding Batman, both his reputation and his health- mental and physical. and he never stopped. he spent a year with the league of assassins to protect batman. to rescue him.

and when he gets back from that year? he's shielding Bruce by taking the brunt of work at WE.

to conclude: tim was raised as a shield instead of a child and i can't stop thinking about it.

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Tim Drake is a social chameleon. He can switch personas in the blink of an eye depending on the people around him.

You'd never think the rich socialite Timothy Drake that attends charity galas in a suit that costs more than most people make in a year is the same guy that hangs out at the skate park in ripped jeans, scuffed sneakers and loose band shirts.

He effortlessly switches between being the CEO of a multi-million dollar company to being an annoying little brother. Borderline feral vigilante one second to loving boyfriend the next.

His entire demeanor changes, like he's become a brand new person every time. Heck, he'll even change his accent for shits and giggles. Posh, upper class Bristol becoming the filthiest Crime Alley accent ever to assault your ears.

The whiplash his family experiences every time they interact with him fills him with delight.

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you are the only person who understands me…..

Tim is always going to be a shield because he doesn’t understand love as anything but a transaction. He never learned, and why would he? who would have taught him? Tim is useful, he has made himself useful, he cannot allow himself to be anything BUT useful because who would love him then? who would love something dull and warped and incapable?

Tim is a shield because he made himself into one. He crafted himself, honed his edges, latched himself to batman, to bruce, to anyone close to breaking. He can take it, he can always take it, but they can’t. he stands between them and the world and he’s protecting both. he’s a shield and he’s medicine in the way that poison counteracts poison.

tim is a shield and it’s the worst thing he’s ever done. he stands firm and still and he can’t leave because then he has done everything for nothing.

tim is kind. his kindness hides sharp teeth and an unending anger. he was MADE to be kind (in his own way), be perfect and obedient and willful in all the ways that matter, and he HATES it but it is a prison he built brick by brick. he made his persona, and now he has to live in it. tim is kind. he isn’t destruction, he isn’t a blade, he’s protection. he keeps people alive if not safe. he isn’t soft to the touch, but he’s smooth- un abrasive. he takes the hits and does not return them. he was made to be used. he can never be his own.

tim is a shield because no one taught him how to be anything else. tim is a shield because it’s the closest thing to love that he can understand.

in the end it doesn’t matter if he’s an unreliable narrator, it doesn’t matter how many people love him fiercely and unconditionally. he can’t understand it. he only understands transaction. he only understands that people stay when they need him, and he doesn’t want them to leave. he needs to be needed. he needs to be loved. he needs to be used.

hey. hi. so.

might be a little obsessed with Tim Drake. this is not new. what is new, however, is the idea of timothy jackson drake being raised as a shield.

you know how some children are raised as weapons? that sucks. but weapons have a use. they're sharp, they're dangerous. sometimes they're respected in some capacity. some people have emotional attachments to their weapons. a weapon is valued for the threat that it is simply by being. a weapon is valued for the damage it can do. and that sucks. but a weapon is valued, pretty much automatically, because a weapon has a purpose.

but shields? their entire purpose is someone else. a shield is worthless without someone to shield. a shield is used until it breaks, and then it's immediately replaced. a shield is valued as long as it's stable, as long as it takes the hits meant for someone else. a shield is valued until it takes too many hits and it breaks. no one will repair that broken shield. it's never going to be as stable as it used to be. better to just get a new one.

anyways. tim drake is a shield, not a sword. at first he was shielding his parents reputation. then he was shielding Batman, both his reputation and his health- mental and physical. and he never stopped. he spent a year with the league of assassins to protect batman. to rescue him.

and when he gets back from that year? he's shielding Bruce by taking the brunt of work at WE.

to conclude: tim was raised as a shield instead of a child and i can't stop thinking about it.

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sometimes you try to write romance but the characters want to die so much that love isn’t even real

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i just wrote my first x reader fic but it’s not really romance??? tried my best to make it romantic but it did NOT work!

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"The slow rot of the sun stretching its arms up above the horizon echoed out in Kaveh’s dreams. He blinked past the memory of softness, rolled over the cold pillow next to him and reached for his gun, rough side table giving him splinters. He’d have to pull those out before they got infected, god knows what kind of diseases this house held in its old wooden palms.  Alhaitham was probably long gone by now. Kaveh has never been able to win against the harsh twang of the siren song of the hills and cacti."

haikaveh cowboy au… oh i’m COOKING

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haikaveh cowboy au… oh i’m COOKING

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my blorbos dont deserve romantic relationships. they deserve relationships that are so complex and comfortable that they go beyond the terms romantic and platonic, deserve to be in a relationship thats ambiguous but still gives them the knowledge of where they stand with each other. they deserve to have their lives intertwined with others in a way that no words could ever begin to define it as. and they deserve to feel safe in it.

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instead of wanting to kill Tim for replacing him, Jason just wants to piss him off a little to keep him on his toes. he does this by changing his name and getting a degree in teaching, and then becoming Tim's English teacher at Gotham prep.

Tim is losing his mind because he swears on his life that his predecessor is literally his english teacher and is literally failing him- and nobody fucking believes him.

Jason thinks it's the funniest shit he's ever managed to pull off. it gets funnier when while on patrol, Red Hood runs into the bats, and instead of helping the others fight him, Red Robin throws down his bo staff down and screeches at the top of his lungs 'STOP GIVING ME FUCKING DETENTION'

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Timmy bein Creepy (but not really)

When Tim spent time chasing Batman and Robin through the streets, he did a lot of "hurry up and wait".

While waiting, he would find ways to entertain himself.

He trained the crows to bring him money in exchange for food. He trained the stray cats to alert him when people got too close. He trained the stray dogs to track and do silent alerting when they found their quarry.

He spoke with small time thieves and learned how to pick locks and pickpocket. He spoke with the homeless and learned the best ways to disappear without a trace, even if the cops were right on his tail.

He stays up at odd hours, he sleeps in weird places, and he's mastered the art of waiting, so much that it's like waiting for the other shoe to drop just by being in the same room as him.

So when he became Robin, inevitably he came across as a little creepy.

Everyone soon accepted that he was Tim Drake and he was just Like That.

Then Damian came along.

Damian is absolutely convinced Drake is possessed by a demon, and he will prove it.

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My fav characterization of Tim Drake's robin career is:

Batman, starring as the grown man depressed in the teenage, angsty MCR way (UR NOT MY DAD!!!) and Tim Drake, the tiny corrupt businessman who took it upon himself to take care of him.

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God sometimes I just get stuck thinking about how complex and heartbreaking the dynamic between Dick and Tim post Bruce's trip in the time stream would be. I know people tend to go all the way in one camp or the other, picking sides and whatnot, but the dynamic is so much more heartbreaking when you know that they both did the best they fucking could and it really, horribly, boils down to the fact that Dick, stretched thin as he was, had two traumatized children he felt responsible for but only viewed one as a child, so he focused on that responsibility, while the kid he viewed as an equal was also a traumatized kid needed more attention than Dick had to spare

It's heartbreaking and it makes me cry, but I honestly think the tragedy of acknowledging that it boiled down to a situation where Damian and Tim both needed attention and Dick just didn't have that amount of attention to give just gives that newly created dynamic the complexity it deserves

I saw a fic that said in it's notes "Dick is crushed under the weight of eldest daughter syndrome and Tim is lost at sea with middle child syndrome" and y e ah. Tim and Dick were closest to each other.......when it was easy for them to be close. It meant that Dick got to know Tim as a kid who could handle shit and Tim got to know Dick as a brother more than a caretaker. It meant that when Dick got more demanding responsibilities, he thought that Tim was reliable enough to give some space. It meant that while Dick was juggling to keep everything up in the air, he knew he couldn't catch every ball every time, but Damian was made of glass and he would shatter if Dick dropped him, but the Timmy he knew was rubber, durable, bounces back. He could skip a few rotations.

But Tim had been going through so much, was more like a robber ball that had been fucking frozen. He could still bounce back, but not nearly as much, not nearly as well, and when Dick fumbled trying to catch him because he expected that he wouldn't have to right away, Tim was suddenly out of reach.

It's a collection of errors and no one did anything wrong. It's a tragedy because Dick and Tim were close and knew each other well, but then context and circumstances changed and the rift happened and I get feral thinking about and consume fanfictions every time because FUCK