Title: The Conjugation of Timothy Drake
incogneat-oh: ⚡ Tim says “I’m fine” like other people say “help me”.
Snippet: There is nothing to distinguish Tim without the vitality of his lies.
Okay, tumblr keeps deleting my commentary on this ;__;
Lemme try reiterate; omg. This is gorgeous and heartbreaking, and Tim’s to-do list is ruining my soul because he is so terrified at the thought of disappointing ANYONE. And I really want Dick to frown, after he’s hung up, and to be like “….Tim sounded kind of upset and distracted” AND THEN TO GO AND BUY FOOD AND DROP BY TIM’S AND FIX HIM.
The details in this were gorgeous. The blood soaking into his towels and his bookshelf organisation, and Tim worrying about orange juice.
I WAS MORE ARTICULATE THE FIRST THREE TIMES, BUT THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS: THIS IS LOVELY AND TUMBLR IS BALLS