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yadda yadda Stephanie !! 💜💜

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don’t eat shit on your board

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*taps microphone*

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gotham citys idiot (as quoted by cassie)

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instagram requested supersons and i obliged

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wuh luh... wuh.. <3

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post-mission tackle kiss is essential to superhero mental health

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like talking to a brick wall (lovingly)

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(wet) cat lulu :3

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winter walks >_<

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mournful and yet…

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👫

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she’s behind this.

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self-indulgent

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all the quiet nights you bear

T | fluff, hurt/comfort | timkon hair washing | 7.6k

Kon has a rough day. Tim is determined to take care of him. After all, he didn't memorize all the variations of Kon's curl routine for nothing, now, did he?

Click!

The lock on the door flicks open as Kon alights on the balcony outside. Grateful for the distraction (typing up reports for his latest R&D-related tinkering is by far the most boring part of his job), Tim swivels around in his desk chair to welcome him home, a greeting on the tip of his tongue—

And pauses.

Kon's hair is a frizzy mess.

That's the first red flag. Kon is ridiculously vain when he wants to be; Bart’s called him a prissy peacock on more than one occasion. Especially about his hair, especially now that he’s been growing it out. He’s got a whole hair care shower routine, and an array of curl creams and oils and whatnot that he had to explain to Tim twice before any of it stuck in his head properly. Tim teases him for being extra now and then, but he knows it's not just vanity.

Kon doesn't like people seeing him at anything but his best. He got too used to being picked apart by vultures behind cameras, years ago, to ever be comfortable with that.

So the fact that his hair is unkempt and mussed as he lets himself in is... concerning.

{ read on ao3! }

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x-men moments

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bird hitting window 💥