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Indie, Priv, Sel. Tim Drake/Red Robin. Mixed Canon. Est 6/29/17

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;;PSA: This Blog Has Moved

[orderlymiind]

;;PSA - Activity, Thread Dropping & Inbox clearing.

Firstly, sorry I’ve been inactive here for a minute. I’ve been in an odd headspace, and Tim’s blog has been sort of stressful for me so I’ve been minding my business elsewhere. The current weather isn’t exactly helping my stress for that matter. But that’s all besides the point.

I’m going to be clearing my inbox, and dropping quite a few threads so that I can get myself comfortable here again. The threads that are pretty plot heavy will likely remain, but other things dropped. We’ll see what I decide to keep. It’s nothing personal, but, I just need to clear things so I can get to writing Tim again.

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i didn’t have to tell him.

he already knew.

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◖ @forgedweapon​ liked for a lyric starter ◗ //  Jacob Lee - Slip

   “ --I have to let it go before I make myself sick, ” 

[jaykore]

Dammit Tim

Companion piece I guess, to that Jay I did a while ago : 3

[hellfabled-deactivated20170910]

comic based. established august 2017. as told by ronnie.

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[orderlymiind]

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               jason knows the signs of dissociation when he sees it ;    he’s been there more times than he can count ,   and it never gets any easier     —-    maybe ,   just for a  second ,   he feels a tug of sympathy for his younger brother .     he strolls in ,   casual as ever ,   shuts tim’s laptop and gives an offhanded               ❛    knocking is for casuals .     get some  rest ,   timber .    ❜               it’s a little  hypocritical ,   sure ,   but let him show some long - awaited  support .

--It takes moments for them to register the small string of events; the soft click of their laptop pushed shut ( Not by them ), the dying whir of the machine & disappearance of the reflection that looked too much like them & still not at all. A beat more to put a  n a m e  to the voice that felt too far away: Jason. “ I’ve rested-- ” they grapple momentarily to put a time stamp on when, but that’s just another lost piece, instead they simply repeat themself, cementing their almost certainty it was true,  “ I’ve already rested. When did you get here? ” 

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[nevolition]

90s!superboy diggin on marcus to!red robin is all i want for timey wimey mishaps

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[orderlymiind]

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--They’re losing track again, too long spent with red-eyed focus on corrupted video files of their patrol. A hollow, aching start to too-familiar uncertainty of if they were even awake, a slowly bleeding start to  p a n i c. The figure reflected in the monitor screen seemed like a stranger when it jumped  at the sound of someone else entering the room. Door, footsteps, another pang of apprehension, swallowed back painful tightness in their throat to will themself to speak ; if this was a true moment or not, “ ...I’ve been told that knocking used to be considered common. ”

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@orderlymiind     ||   STARTER.

       “ When the press hears about THIS they’re going to have a field day. ”   Of course he was INDICATING the fact that the boy in red && black cape HAD received a love letter from a mysterious fan girl. Surprising was Thomas had seen it too (one cannot blame the kid since Catman stole that from the kid’s utility belt).

--Red Robin’s night had been  i n t e r e s t i n g  to say the least. When love letters trumped killer clowns & penguins with missiles in oddity, what did that say about THEM? ( They should have KEPT the cowl, they’d be less of a victim to ‘Beiber Fever Vigilante Edition’, or so experience had told them. ) The icing on the cake was CATMAN snagging it, irritation sparked more so that he’d managed to rather than the grating idea of the press getting their hands on letter via him. & the smallest inkling of worry for the GIRL if someone linked pieces together,  “ I don’t have the  t i m e  for this, don’t you have a different post to scratch? Hand it over, ”