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   Hey guys!! Important announcement here.

   After careful consideration an a lot of humming and hawing, I have decided to remake this blog. I have two years and over 1k followers here and it was honestly starting to not be fun anymore – it honestly just felt like I was yelling into the void. I’m going to be unfollowing people here and re-following on my new blog, and activity might be a bit slow as I finish “moving out” but I hope to let Tim thrive again!

   So please – if you like writing with me, follow me at the new location.

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   Hey guys!! Important announcement here.

   After careful consideration an a lot of humming and hawing, I have decided to remake this blog. I have two years and over 1k followers here and it was honestly starting to not be fun anymore – it honestly just felt like I was yelling into the void. I’m going to be unfollowing people here and re-following on my new blog, and activity might be a bit slow as I finish “moving out” but I hope to let Tim thrive again!

   So please – if you like writing with me, follow me at the new location.

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   Hey guys!! Important announcement here.

   After careful consideration an a lot of humming and hawing, I have decided to remake this blog. I have two years and over 1k followers here and it was honestly starting to not be fun anymore – it honestly just felt like I was yelling into the void. I’m going to be unfollowing people here and re-following on my new blog, and activity might be a bit slow as I finish “moving out” but I hope to let Tim thrive again!

   So please – if you like writing with me, follow me at the new location.

[crimealleysnapshots-archive-blog]

   Hey guys!! Important announcement here.

   After careful consideration an a lot of humming and hawing, I have decided to remake this blog. I have two years and over 1k followers here and it was honestly starting to not be fun anymore – it honestly just felt like I was yelling into the void. I’m going to be unfollowing people here and re-following on my new blog, and activity might be a bit slow as I finish “moving out” but I hope to let Tim thrive again!

   So please – if you like writing with me, follow me at the new location.

[crimealleysnapshots-archive-blog]

   Hey guys!! Important announcement here.

   After careful consideration an a lot of humming and hawing, I have decided to remake this blog. I have two years and over 1k followers here and it was honestly starting to not be fun anymore – it honestly just felt like I was yelling into the void. I’m going to be unfollowing people here and re-following on my new blog, and activity might be a bit slow as I finish “moving out” but I hope to let Tim thrive again!

   So please – if you like writing with me, follow me at the new location.

[crimealleysnapshots-archive-blog]

   Hey guys!! Important announcement here.

   After careful consideration an a lot of humming and hawing, I have decided to remake this blog. I have two years and over 1k followers here and it was honestly starting to not be fun anymore -- it honestly just felt like I was yelling into the void. I’m going to be unfollowing people here and re-following on my new blog, and activity might be a bit slow as I finish “moving out” but I hope to let Tim thrive again!

   So please -- if you like writing with me, follow me at the new location.

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   Some of the tension eased out of Tim’s shoulders as Gar spoke, and he managed to swallow back some of his... numerous emotions. Too numerous. Uncomfortably numerous. It took more effort than Tim was used to exerting, but he managed to rein in the panic and the tears until he was only a little nervous and weepy, rather than -- well -- about to jump out of his skin. It was a minor improvement, but an improvement all the same.

   He could tell Gar was worried about him, and Tim felt awkward just standing in the middle of his room, but the crack about plans pulled a smile out of him. 

   “Gar, no one’s ever thought you were serious about anything in your life,” he quipped back, using the conveniently absorbent Ace bandage on his wrist to blot at his eyes. He took a deep, shaky breath before continuing. “It’s- I’m good, though, I have clothes in my room. I need a shower anyways, and I should shove my old gear in a box before I forget.” 

   Gar had pretty much killed Tim’s modesty by now and it usually wouldn’t be an issue to just change here, but last thing Tim needed tonight was to show off his new collection of bumps and bruises. They were healing, and Tim had- well, no, he actually hadn’t had much worse than this, but still. He’d already gotten all embarrassing at Gar and he wasn’t keen on making the situation any more awkward.

It was hard to tell if anything he’d said had actually gotten through to Tim. When Gar had stepped back to take in the new uniform, it was painfully obvious that his friend was still dangerously close to tears. Tim could barely bring himself to meet Gar’s eyes, choosing to look at the broken lion mug instead. The shape-shifter followed his gaze, offering a shrug at the offer to replace it, but grateful for the change of subject nonetheless.

“I was teasing dude, I don’t need a new one. It’s not that bad,” Gar said, moving to clean up the mess of broken ceramic and discarded pens. He set the mug back on he desk and dropped the pens in it before turning his attention to the broken tail. “Besides, the tail broke off clean. A little bit of superglue and no one’s even gonna know it was broken.” Gar dropped the piece of ceramic into the mug with the pens and turned his attention back to Tim.

The question caused Gar’s brow to furrow. Tim rarely even had to ask to stay over, usually they just hung out until they passed out in a heap somewhere. Man, his confidence must really be shot, Gar realized. Jason Todd, the new Robin, the Gotham lock down? All of that could wait. Gar needed to sort Tim out before they could address anything else.

Maybe a return to something routine like hanging out, playing games, and annoying each other all night would be the best way to do that.

“Me? Have plans on a Friday night? Who do you think I am?” He scoffed. “You can stay as long as you want, dude. Since when have you ever needed my permission?” Gar nodded towards his dresser. “I think I’ve still got some of your clothes from the last time you stayed over in that bottom drawer.” Gar snorted, finally seeing another chance to introduce some humor to the situation–maybe enough to drag Tim back from the brink of tears.

“We’ve gotta be careful with stuff like that, or people are gonna think things are getting serious between us.”

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i know i’m on hiatus and i feel awful but

magnificent

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call the frick out post for @impawsiblegar

doesn’t reply to our thread and then makes SCATHING META JOKES ABT IT

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i know i really haven’t been on lately but I’M STILL ALIVE I PROMISE 

we’re heading out on vacation this week so i’m calling a sort of semi-hiatus? i’m not gonna be around my computer as much. but after that i start work soooo hopefully the rest of my summer doesn’t just disappear

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   Tim flinched when Gar’s hands landed on his shoulders, eyes dropping to the floor. He didn’t mean to, it wasn’t like Gar was a threat, but Tim’s brain was all twisted up and he probably shouldn’t have started doing flips again just yet and, well, most of the human contact he’d gotten in the past few weeks had bruised. 

   He did manage to at least not Judo-flip his friend, so that was a plus. But his throat constricted, pushing his panic up behind his eyes. Gar was right, really, even if Tim wasn’t quite ready to accept it -- but he listened, pressing his hands over his face and pushing the pads of his fingers into his eyelids as he tried not to start sobbing. Unfortunately, his body wasn’t really listening to him; instead, his shoulders shook and his chest decided to tighten like a rubber band as if to give an ultimatum: cry, or you get a panic attack. 

   His hands pulled roughly through his hair, one elbow nearly catching Gar’s cheek before the shifter pulled away, and Tim sucked in a ragged breath as he tried to get himself under control. Except- I love you, bro. Tim’s stomach did an uncomfortable flip and he wanted to protest, to brush off the affection and pretend it didn’t make his eyes sting more. His gaze tracked over to where the cup had landed -- anything to avoid looking his friend in the eye -- and Tim winced. 

   The handle, formed of the little cartoon lion’s curved tail, had indeed snapped right off. That mug was from Gar’s friends at his mother’s animal sanctuary, a gift that they’d sent him. Normally, Tim would already be looking for the Superglue, or checking online or looking up a number to see if they could ship another, all costs covered, of course. But tonight, seeing the little tail lying on the floor made Tim want to sit down right there, crawl under Gar’s bed and stop existing.

   “I’m sorry, I-I’ll get you a new one,” he promised a little too tearfully, crossing his arms tight against his chest and trying to remind himself that if he started hyperventilating his ribs would hate him tomorrow. Right about now, he definitely didn’t feel like his own hero. He felt like he should apologize five or six dozen more times. His stupid tantrums weren’t supposed to be something any of his friends had to see.

   “Can... Are you doing anything tonight?” he sniffled, hesitating to ask for the first time in years.

Urk. Abort mission.

The attempt at humor failed miserably. Tim didn’t even acknowledge the comment. Instead of the laughter that Gar was hoping for, Tim teetered over the edge and started to crack at the seams. Gar’s awesome lion pencil cup was the first victim, sent spinning off the desk and clattering across the floor. Gar pushed himself upright on the bed, struggling to find words to head off the breakdown.

He didn’t find them in time. Tim was on his feet and in a rage-fueled rant in an instant. Gar’s eyebrows knit. All he could do was listen as Tim opened the flood gates. It was sort of a scary to watch. Gar had to force himself to keep his eyes on Tim as he paced. The shape-shifter had never seen his friend so off-balance. Tim was the most levelheaded person on the team—a calm presence who kept his emotions in check.

The complete opposite of the boy on the verge of tears who stood in front of him right now.

What sort of friend did he need to be in this situation? Gar was having a hard time deciding. Tim needed sympathy, that was obvious. He needed to feel like someone was in his court. But he also needed someone to point out that he was being a liiiiittle bit ridiculous and letting himself get caught up in how pissed off he was. Gar pushed himself off the bed and risked dropping both his hands on Tim’s shoulders. He wasn’t sure if Tim was gonna clock him for it, but what he had to say would carry more weight with contact.

“Look, dude, you tooootally got shafted. And you’ve got every right to be pissed about it–I’m pissed for you. You worked your butt off at being Robin, and you did it really good.” Gar sucked in a deep breath and squeezed Tim’s shoulders. “But you’re also smart, Tim. You know this new Robin’s situation is totally different from yours, or Dick’s, or even Jason’s. You said he was a trained assassin. At 10 years old. He’s probably got more training than all of you had before you ever put on a cape. I dunno what Bruce is thinking, and I dunno if I agree with him, but I do know that no kid should have to be out killing people at 10 years old, and Robin is a really good place to keep an eye on the dude while stiiiill letting him get a li’l taste of ultraviolence. ”

He reached up and ruffled Tim’s hair. “I love you, bro, but you’re not thinking this through all the way, and you’re not looking at the bigger, more awesome picture.” Gar stepped back and waved at Tim’s new costume again. “You’re your own hero now. You get to call your own shots. You don’t have to answer to Bruce anymore, except when you feel like it. Hell, you don’t even have to work in Gotham anymore, if you don’t wanna. You just got the keys to your freedom hand-delivered to you.” The shape-shifter fell quiet for a second.

“Also you broke my lion cup’s tail and you owe me a new one.”

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why is coding so much work

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headcanon: Tim develops this habit of walking around in nothing but boxer briefs and occasionally a shirt. being walked in on by Cass constantly does nothing to tame this habit. nor does Jason starting to spend time at Tim's place. in fact once Tim starts wearing Jason's shirts when he wears them at all, Jason is quite pleased to see Tim's lil butt peeking out from under them and becomes prone to grabbing.

Tim developed this habit of bumming around the time he got use to Dana living in the same place as him as his father. Which is all fine and great. There is no sixteen year old boy in the world who doesn’t bum it in his boxers and a horrible punk band’s band shirt every once in a while.

The problem to Jason is that Tim’s shirts are always fucking FILTHY. Oil, blood, food. Doesn’t matter. Tim tends to think bum it shirts are just the thing he throws on when he needs something to throw on, but no it isn’t. Jason is going to be on his case until they die about this.

If your shirt as fucking donut powder and pizza sauce (how???) on it, it belongs in the hamper (or the trash, because why do you even own a Nickelback shirt, Tim???)

And, no Cassandra is not an good influence here because as far as Cass is considered, a pair of panties is okay to wear bumming it in a house full of dudes. But then again, Cass is a horrible influence in general–all day every day.

So on that front:

it’s a double aged sword to Jason. On one hand, Tim’s wearing his shirts and looking good in them and is easily accessible while pretty much wearing a sign that says ‘this is Jason’s’

but on the other hand

If Tim fucking messes up his shirts with goddamn tuna fish and peanut butter and doesn’t WASH THEM RIGHT AFTER WARDS ONE MORE FUCKING TIME

JASON’S GONNA SMACK HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH EXTRA LARGE DETERGENT  

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Tim’s a little sleepy right now so if I’m slow on replies this week, that’ll be why. I’m doing a lot at home, but I’m still lurking here, hopefully I’ll be able to queue up some junk for y’all soon.

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it is not a bad thing to be underestimated. you are stronger than they give you credit for. you are far angrier too

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                           Am I troubled?                                            Yeah. You could say that.