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thereddestofrobins:

“– No, I mean, I wanna know everything. Literally everything. Start anywhere you want, I wanna know it.”

“How about you tell me what’s going on here and I fill in the blanks. You guys have a justice league? Or...actually, I don’t even know. what's this universe's me like?”

#{[ canarys are born cocky // tim tag tbd ]}#thereddestofrobins

Tim Drake

‘Get up. Get the hell up. You don’t get to quit!’

–Tim Drake to himself (Robin #167 – The Promise)

#{[ sore throat // nee makes stuff sometimes ]}#{[ canarys are born cocky // tim drake tag tbd ]}#okay but #the colors on this were a pain in the ass #forreal #aesthetic #character aesthetic

favorfiire:

He really doesn’t know why she’s so determined about the whole thing. More importantly, he doesn’t have any intentions of leaving the place. “This is my fuckin’ place. Got the papers an’ everything.” He stalks over to her now, steps wobbly but heavy, eyes slit in concentration. “Just ‘cause I didn’t get my name on some dinky lookin’ stationary doesn’t mean this isn’t mine.” Except he’s feeling a little woozy and he might’ve gone a little too hard on an old ass bottle of scotch he found in Rip’s office. And it’s all coming up now. All over the lady. He wishes he could feel more sorry about it. He laughs instead, before groaning and falling back on his ass over the couch.

Dinah opened her mouth to cut this fucking asshole off and promptly snapped it shut because, yeah, she knew that expression and she almost, maybe, considered telling him he better not—do exactly what he had just done, she was covered, or well, what was left of her canary outfit was covered and in this moment she was half thankful and half not for how waterproof, or rather, chunk proof leather was. But either way, she swallowed back her own splash mountain and silently, so silently walked through all the rooms, until she found the bathroom, and without saying anything, she stripped, and stepped into the shower, not even waiting for it to warm.

#{[ canarys are born cocky // mick tag tbd ]}#favorsfiire #{[ queue almighty ]}#vomit mention tw///

magnusshuffledbane:

“Oh sure. Totally regular…if your regular happens to involve involuntary resurrection, dopplegangers, and magic.”

“Oh, yeah, that sounds regular to me, add some super villains and world domination and you have every single one of my ruined first dates.”

#magnushuffledbane #{[ canarys are born cocky // magnus tag tbd ]}#{[ queue almighty ]}

nobxdybreaksmyheart:

“Okay…no, I don’t really believe in those”

“So, you just...don’t believe the news? Like, at all.”

#nobxdybreaksmyheart #{[ canarys are born cocky // effy tag tbd ]}#{[ queue almighty ]}

xwhitecanaryx:

“I’ve heard about Illinois but not a thing about Magnolia. Where are you from?”

“Yeah, same here, I’m from Central originally, then I moved to Star, you have heard of Star City right?”

#xwhitecanaryx #{[ canarys are born cocky // sara tag tbd ]}#{[ queue almighty ]}

thereddestofrobins:

Huh. Tim blinked at her. And blinked some more. “– Tell me. everything.”

“Everything, everything? I thought you’d be more specific, like, give me a place to start or something.”

#thereddestofrobins #{[ canarys are born cocky // tim tag tbd ]}#{[ queue almighty ]}

conncrswalsh:

Connor raised his eyebrows, clearly sceptical. “ You slept for an entire journey ? And you just let someone drive you to the middle of nowhere. Sounds totally safe. ”

“Super safe...Totally what I’m about.”

#conncrswalsh #{[ canarys are born cocky // connor tag tbd ]}#{[ queue almighty ]}

nobxdybreaksmyheart:

“Nah but those are real names?”

“Kind of? I mean, superheroes?”

#nobxdybreaksmyheart #{[ canarys are born cocky // effy tag tbd ]}#{[ queue almighty ]}

nctsomeloser:

“ er, magnolia. —— was that a wizard of oz reference or are you actually from kansas?? “

“Wizard of Oz. I’m from Star City..? Ring any bells?”

#nctsomeloser #{[ canarys are born cocky // cam tag tbd ]}#{[ queue almighty ]}

magnusshuffledbane:

“Nope. Afraid he ran away after the attack of the flying monkeys. You missed all the fun. So sorry.”

“You really know how to break the news gently huh? So, what’s up with this place? Regular old burbs or what?”

#magnushuffledbane #{[ canarys are born cocky // magnus tag tbd ]}#{[ queue almighty ]}

littlcboyblue:

“ magnolia, illinois. i’m guessing you ended up here on accident ? ”

“Yeah, you say that like it happens often...does it happen often ? ”

#littlcboyblue #{[ canarys are born cocky // miles tag tbd ]}#{[ queue almighty ]}

thereddestofrobins:

That. That was not a hint. That was Pig frigging Latin. Staring at her for a long moment, Tim recalled all of his interactions with Black Canary. She did…not look like this. But. She had a point. Different universes did exist, and he certainly wasn’t a stranger to people falling through, and here? In Magnolia? Weighing all of the facts, everything he knew about the situation, and about the location, believing her was the only sane option. Maybe she actually was telling the truth. “– Of Birbs One through Seven, which Birb is my favourite?”

Dinah laughed, like that was a hard question, if this Tim was anything like hers, and he seemed like he was, that’s for sure, fan boying aside, his favorite would always be “--birb one.”

#{[ canarys are born cocky // tim tag tbd ]}#thereddestofrobins #{[ queue almighty ]}

favorfiire:

Mick’s stream of consciousness is basically an endless stream of ow fuck ugh why in no particular order but certainly on repeat. He hits the ground hard and clambering back up quick and away — at least he still has a grip on his gun, but he’s not about to get trigger happy. All his shit’s in here. With that said he double checks and it is his shit, there’s stuff he’s stolen along runs and a few things he felt were okay to leave off the Waverider for awhile. He’s metaphorically peed all over these walls, which means he’s gonna have to fight her. Mick sighs. It’d been such a good night before hand. “Nah, lady, this is my apartment, has been for a few days, and you’re tresspassin’.” The gun doesn’t seem to work but it is his weapon of choice so he raises it again. “An’ who comes crashing through their own apartment through the window, hm? I don’t think you wanna rob me.”

Dinah glanced around, a quick scan of the room even as her hand tightened on her make shift weapon. Looks like he'd certainly made himself at home. Ballsy squatters, aren't they just the worst? Her eyes focus on the gun when he raises it again, and she wants to roll her eyes, christ gravel voice, what's he been doing gargling gasoline? "Took the scenic route jackass, lower the gun before things, and your face get uglier than they already are. I just rented this place earlier today. Squatters rights don't mean shit right now buddy. Look, catch me on another day, but right now? I’ll take your head off." She’s all belligerent anger and narrowed eyes, but beneath that? Heart still pounding, head now too, and don’t get her started on the slightly sick feeling starting to make home in her chest, something heavy and hot.

#{[ canarys are born cocky // mick tag tbd ]}#favorsfiire

favorfiire:

Mick is drunk. That’s his thing on all days, and nights, and any possible in betweens, ‘cause that’s just how he’s dealing with life nowadays. Whoops. He’s still a high functioning drunk (sure, Mick) which means when something comes crashing through the window he’s stumbling to his feet with his gun out in a matter of seconds. The bottle he hasn’t put down yet kind of ruins the illusion, but his hand is steady as he levels it in front of the stranger. It’d be easy anyways, but she’s also sprawled across the floor. He groans a little, placing his drink down and similarly palming down his face with the freed hand. “What the fuck you doin’, lady?”

Dinah’s heartbeat triple time when she registered the gun, weird look and all, drunk or not, she owned her own gym, she’d been fighting for years, and that doesn’t just go away. Before she could think too hard about it, her leg kicked out and swept his legs out from under him. Before he fell, she rolled and got her own leg’s beneath her. She was a bit woozy, her heart was pounding, her breath was deeper and more labored than usual, but. She could do this. She’d been doing stuff like this for so long, a stranger in her new apartment wasn’t the end of the world. “The fuck you mean, you’re in my apartment!” Her hand closed on the top of the chair beside her, prepared to shove it over his chest and down his throat if she needed to.