#happy birthday Tim

[saltjams-art]

It's tim's birthday, happy birthday to that nerd

also a bonus batfam doodle

[nova-lunosi]

Just a boy 🎂

[tim-drake-scholar]

Happy birthday Tim. Congrats on turning 17 for the 15th year in a row I think. You look great

[sky-has-moved]

"celebrating fictional characters' bdays is cringe--" shhhhhh. to be cringe is to be free. to be free is to be joyous.

anyways happy birthday tim idfk how old you are

[blurrilines]

In honor of Tim’s birthday, this 🎂

Based on a quote from a stream I watched

[spirit-fingers22]

Happy Tim Day!

[crispyhotandspicy]

Happy birthday to Timothy Jackson Drake Yippe!!! (And Red Robin too)

[wakkoroni]

HIIIII VIBEY!!!

'Tis was my favorite boy's bday yesterday. Sooooooo *leans innocently against you* You got any tim drake headcanons? /nf

IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY????? Oh shit that’s right it’s July- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIM

*excitedly slams notebook on the table* GLAD YOU ASKED

Ahem first off

Tim absolutely made a deal with some immortal/mystical being because this kid DOES NOT AGE he made a deal to stay 17 forever

For his birthday he doesn’t do much but his family invites his friends over (fuck the no-meta rule in Gotham) and Alfred makes a big dinner and they all sing happy birthday and it’s overall a very nice time (that may or may not end in a karaoke night because when does something not end in one)

Damian gifts him a pet for his birthday and as an apology for being mean. A cat to be exact, Tim is surprised but accepts it and plays with the cat (though he probably isn’t the best caretaker because he’s busy so Damian feeds the cat when Tim forgets/is unable to do so) but it’s his little cat and he loves it and he spoils the living shit out of that cat

Constant yells of “TIM THE CAT TOYS ALMOST MADE ME FALL DOWN THE STAIRS”/“WELL YOU SHOULD’VE LOOKED AT WHERE YOU WERE GOING”

Someone gifted him poker cards cause they found out that Tim was a magic nerd before being a photography nerd (is that canon? No but shush) Tim can do cool card tricks, like with the poker cards? Yeah he can do all kind of magic tricks and when he gets the gift he’ll be so annoying with it. Like he will walk up to people and be like “pick a card any card” and the family is so used to him that they just accept it (thing is he hasn’t done tricks in years so like it’s like 50-50 if it works)

Going outside of his birthday and casual Tim headcanons: Tim still takes pictures even after being adopted and has a secret photo album of his new family doing their daily stuff but he takes pictures of it to remind himself that he is part of a family now and that’s more than he ever wanted

Tim enjoys spending time with Alfred (tbh who doesn’t) and when he has nothing to do he’ll go find him and help him clean the house or something

Tim when he has nightmare usually just stays in his room and distracts himself with other normal human activities (he’s watching ghost adventures on his laptop because spooky and spooky cancel out) and this goes great until one day Bruce walks by the room and hears the noise so he knocks on Tim’s door cause it’s like 4am. Bruce finds out that Tim had a nightmare and tells him that he can go find him if he has a nightmare he doesn’t mind, and Tim is like okayyyyy and on another day after a really bad nightmare he goes into Bruce’s room and just sleeps there

And Tim headcanons have been served. Enjoy

[glassdecanters]

guys it’s tim’s birthday happy birthday tim drake i love u tim drake please i love him

[spectral-honey]

How many times can one Robin turn 16

[stopandimagineloveforever]

Happy 78th birthday, Tim Curry! 💋

[mlim8]

Happy 17th birthday, Timmy!!

Baby looks like he's ordering a triple so the triple latte works lol

Fox Tim enamel pin available here

Tim linking charm on bag available here

[whyareyouhere66]

Tim x Sylvia - “Happy Birthday”

I know I don’t write this kinda stuff but I figured since it’s Tim’s birthday, fuck it , y’know? (Plus Sophie, Rock, Dillo [and like half the people I follow] have heavily influenced this fic so ofc credit to them, they will be tagged.)

Oh yeah and it’s shitty writing cause idk i’m tired ig so yeah cw for that. It’s the plot that counts. 

It was about 7:45 in the morning, far too early for someone to be awake. It was a Saturday, the sun just barley rising over the city. Most people would still be in bed at this time, the freedom of no work or school pulling them into a deeper sleep.

Yet somehow Tim still found himself being pulled down the stairs, tumbling over himself frequently as the wide-awake woman in front of him dragged him downstairs happily.

“Syl, slow down-“ he groans. She giggles and shakes her head.

“No-can-do, sorry lover”

He rolls his eyes, though didn’t try stopping the small grin that tugged his lips upwards. Sylvia finally stops when the pair arrives to the kitchen, still smiling giddily as she moves to grab something from the top of the stove.

“Sit down, Tim. I’ve got something for ya’”

Tim, too tired to bother looking at what she was arranging next to him, lazily leans up against the fridge.

“How’re you so ‘alive’ this early in the morning?” He slurs out, trying to  rub the drowsiness from his eyes. Sylvia turns to him and whacks his arm, startling him away from the counter she was stationed at. “It’s your birthday! Now I said sit down-“

Tim waves her off, though still moving towards the small, wooden table in the center of the room.

“I’ve had plenty o’ birthdays before, this one ain’t so special” he says dismissively. Sylvia glares at him playfully, unable to hide the childish grin that played at her pretty lips. She shoves him again, Tim falling onto the seat and chuckling at her movements. He was tired, but he knew the sleep he desired still wasn’t enough to keep him from her company.

A plate is suddenly placed in front of him, and the fresh smell of toast finally breaches his senses. He stares at it blankly for a moment, stomach rumbling lowly and eyebrows furrowed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sylvia reaching for the fridge. There was more.

He sighs, realizing how long she’d probably been awake. He didn’t need for her to lose anymore sleep than necessary, not liking when their old and creaky bed would grow cold due to her absence.

He grabs her arm.

“Doll, you really didn’t have to-“

Sylvia was having none of it, putting a hand up to his face and shaking her head.

“I ain’t gonna hear it-“ she starts, using the same excuse she had been all morning once again. “It’s your birthday, let me do something nice for you.”

Tim shakes his head, hand falling limp and sliding off her skin. “You do too many nice things for me.” He mumbles, earning another laugh from Sylvia as his head hangs low.

The fridge opens, illuminating a small glow of light through the bangs of Tim’s un-greased hair and onto his forehead.

Just as his eye lids grew heavier, faint pats against the ground caught his attention and pulled him from the sleep he desired.

“Happy Birfday!!”

The small, sweet little voice sent a wave of happiness into the old greasers heart, something only his two favorite girls could ever accomplish.

Lori’s face held a big smile, the first thing Tim noticed when he looked at her. A few teeth were missing from her mouth, gone away to the mythical fairy known as Sylvia in exchange for part of Tim’s paycheck.

She held a big piece of paper, folded in half and scribbled over lovingly. Tim laughs, raising his eyebrows at the offering.

“Oh? And what’s this?”

Lori giggles, pushing it into Tim’s chest with the unnecessarily strong force of a toddler.

“You need ‘ta read it, silly” she replies.

Next to him, Tim heard the small ‘clink’ of a glass being set down on the table, but doesn’t bother to look. His attention was now trained on the paper forcefully given to him.

Sylvia was grinning real wide, seeing the card Lori  had put together the night prior. She’d been there, the little toddler wanting her mama to see it before Tim would.

She leans against his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing her head right next to his.

“Go on, open it” she suggests smoothly, voice honey sweet against Tim’s ear.

He chuckles breathily, murmuring in disbelief at the random gestures. He takes a moment to brush to bangs from his face, before unfolding the colorful paper.

‘Happy Birthday uncle tim!

I hop its a really cool one. Mama told me I shuld give you a card, so I really hop you licke it.

I love you!!!

From,

         Lori

As Tim read aloud the card, with Lori smiling up at him proudly, and the small laughs from Sylvia with every spelling mistake, Tim found the same feeling of serotonin bursting through his blood stream.  

He was yet to admit to the feeling, though Sylvia didn’t need to be told. She felt the same thing, watching as  he turns to Lori, a smile on his face, and ruffles her hair up to pull her into his side.

“I love it sweetheart.” He says, to which the toddler grins even more and wraps her small arms around his waist.

“Happy birfday…” she mumbles again, this time her small voice being muffled by his t-shirt.

“Happy birthday, lover..” Sylvia repeats, swaying back and forth slightly as she smiles down at the two.

Tim turns his head to meet her gaze, one arm stil wrapped around Lori.

“Thank you, lover.”

tagging the people who inspired this entire thing, basically 😮‍💨 @sophie-i-guess13 @outsiders-lesbian-xvi @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me @johnnycadesjeanjacket @collieflower215

[luca-is-a-pengu]

The real reason why none of the bat-boys are allowed in the kitchen

[sourkreem]

birthday hangout!! they went to jasons favourite shitty diner afterwards :)

not him eating a very sugary burger fondant cake

[baihujun]

A Tim for @mlim8