He’s Got Rejection Sensitivity

this one caused a stir on instagram and pinterest so let's cause even more trouble

first post back on tumblr! will try to post most of my spiderverse art archive from the past month here asap

Made this for my tik tok, but I thought I’d drop it here along with some of my fav frames from it.

whatever dude. dream daddies your jayvik

Timkon my heart

have a little snippet of something I'm writing but can't seem to figure out

_____ JayTim_____

Jason had seen Tim in many different suits, and most of the time he couldn’t tell you the difference between one or the other, or why Tim had decided on that particular suit for that moment. He had once said that a suit and a tux were different and Jason had just walked away. This was all information that seemed to benefit Tim but to Jason, a hood rat to Red Hood, he really didn’t care. Whatever he was wearing, Tim looked good, suit, tux, whatever. The jacket, dress shirt, and trouser combo was as good as his everyday attire, despite it being as much of a costume as his vigilante wear.

However, Jason had not seen Tim in a crop top, short shorts, and fishnets before.

And he still looked good. Great even.

Tim was lean, muscular, due to the nature of their night time activities, but he never seemed to gain the size that Jason had. It made him nimble and sly in a fight, moves which apparently translated very well to the dance floor of a loud and crowded club.

Sweat glistened down Tim’s arms, causing the neon flashing lights to shine like body glitter, highlighting Tim’s sharp nose and high cheekbones. He moved freely, slick movements that had no forethought, and yet were so controlled Tim must have known where every molecule in his body was as they thrummed to the beat of an unintelligible bass line.

“Tim?” Jason hoped his voice cut through the pounding music, “What are you doing here?”

Tim raised his eyebrows, his lips curled into a sarcastic smirk. Jason rolled his eyes.

“You’re leaving.” Jason said, his lips so close to Tim’s ear they grazed the round slopes of his outer ear.

“No, I’m not.” Tim shouted back, pulling back to look Jason in the eye.

They were close. A bump from the crowd could push them together into a kiss if they were any less stable. Tim’s lips were so close, his breath fast on Jason’s mouth, a reminder of the lapse in judgment and restraint which caused Tim such anguish. Jason’s grip on his arm tightened and pull him into Jason’s warm chest.

“You look like a whore!” Jason felt the rasp of his throat more than he heard it, and hoped Tim took it for anger, though Jason knew that wasn’t its origin.

Tim whipped his head around, ripping his arm out of Jason’s grip, “Maybe I am a whore!” he screamed back. He turned back around and made his way deeper into the crowd, closer to the stage, and like a Robin in the night, he slipped away.

I genuinely can’t draw anything right now if it’s not Tim Drake

I drew a sleepy tim

jason: oh, you're gonna kill me? REALLY?

jason: i’ve died so many times, my gravestone says BRB instead of RIP

[Tim walks in wearing a shirt that reads “i fucked an alien and all i got was this dumb Tshirt and a chest cavity full of eggs”]

Tim: hey Conner do you find this offensiv-

Conner: yes

Jason: I called Tim the b word Dick: Brother? Damian: Bastard? Steph: Bitch? Jason: what the fuck no. i called him my boyfriend what is wrong with you people