Office by Alex Penny
Red Robin Tim Drake-Wayne rp account. (Age 17; Height 5'5"; Weight 125lbs) Used to be part of the Young Justice, then flew solo and is now teaming up with Jason (theslainjaybird) on missions.
Playby is Harry Lloyd.
Occasionally NSFW
Today’s a busy day, going to start with breakfast (the most important meal of the day) before I do some personal training.
Dick laughed again, this time heading straight to Tim. Grabbing on his ankles as he turned into a ball and propel himself forward, missing Tim nearly by inches.
Tim’s concentrated look had gone beyond cute to downright adorable. It wasn’t that he was winding up Tim to get that gorgeous pout out of him but he had to say it was a nice turn of events.
“You’ve got the cute pout going on again, love. I want to kiss it…” he grinned at his boyfriend, making the pout even deeper which was what Dick had been hoping for.
Tim’s moves became sharper, quicker. In a way, it was reassuring, it made him feel like nothing could touch Dick, he was untouchable, un-injure-able. He kicked and jabbed at the air, but of course missing his nimble bouncy show-off-y boyfriend. At the kiss comment he pouted more and took a step back, “Focus on the sparring, you haven’t even landed a hit on my yet.” he had to remind him, his cheeks gaining the slightest bit of a healthy blush in them.
(Source: redrobintim)
Tim was stretching his arms while he waited for Dick to join him at the work out gym at Bruce’s manor. It had been a while since he had even been out of his little technology cave and he was glad to be able to see his boyfriend again. He stretched out all his muscles, planning to have a good couple of rounds of sparring with Dick before they did anything else. He was now stretching even the muscles in his ankles, standing up on the balls of his feet, then back down slowly, letting out rhythmic breaths with each up and down. He swung his arms in comfortable circles, getting impatient; though to be fair, he had been almost thirty minutes earlier than he told Dick to come.
“Wow baby bird, you’re already here?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear. It had been a while since they had seen each other, which was a weird thing for a boyfriend to say about the one he loved. But they had both been busy and he couldn’t have possibly done much to help that fact.
He leaned closer and grabbed his boyfriend by the waist, pulling him into his chest. Dick gave him a loving kiss on the nose. ”Always Mr. Punctual aren’t you? It’s one of the few things I love about you.”
He started to take his jacket off, it had been cold outside but in here he doubted he needed any of it. Not with the workout he was about to get anyways “So wanna tell me how things have been with you?”
Tim’s hands went to rest on his shoulders and he lifted his chin, kissing his lips in return, “I was excited actually, but yes, I would have been early anyways.” he bragged with a confident smile. He let Dick strip down to his workout clothes, “I’ve been working behind the scenes and gathering data on the human trafficking ring that Jason and I were working on.” he explained, bounding back on the balls of his feet. He bent his knees so he was in a slight crouch, hands loose, not meant for firm punches, but light taps for points. He lifted them up defensively, bouncing lightly on his toes, “Ready?” he was restless, not having moved around or trained too much in the last couple of months.
“Ready when you are, love”
Dick moved an surprising speed, his legs carrying him faster than usual, excited at the thought of sparring. He always said sparring was one of the biggest enjoyments in life…probably mainly because he could try his acrobat tricks. Tim tried to deliver a kick, which the acrobat jumped out of the way for. He smiled at Tim as he flew by his head, doing a complicated sault backwards.
“Looks like you’ll have to catch me.” he said and he ran out of the other’s grasp. He was having fun teasing Tim, though he could see the intense concentration the other was showing through his cute pouty face, no doubt being angry at not being able to deliver a blow at all.
“Show off.” Tim turned swiftly, staying on the balls of his feet as he jabbed at the air beside his head, his other hand jabbing a little lower on the other side quickly afterwards in hope to catch Dick’s shoulder. The teasing and talking was distracting, and part of him wanted to just tackle and kiss Dick instead of spar, they could spar later his mind said. He was determined though. With all the teasing, he had to land at least one hit before he could be satisfied, Dick was taunting him and his lips pressed into a thin like as he concentrated, working out the steps in his head.
Tim was stretching his arms while he waited for Dick to join him at the work out gym at Bruce’s manor. It had been a while since he had even been out of his little technology cave and he was glad to be able to see his boyfriend again. He stretched out all his muscles, planning to have a good couple of rounds of sparring with Dick before they did anything else. He was now stretching even the muscles in his ankles, standing up on the balls of his feet, then back down slowly, letting out rhythmic breaths with each up and down. He swung his arms in comfortable circles, getting impatient; though to be fair, he had been almost thirty minutes earlier than he told Dick to come.
“Wow baby bird, you’re already here?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear. It had been a while since they had seen each other, which was a weird thing for a boyfriend to say about the one he loved. But they had both been busy and he couldn’t have possibly done much to help that fact.
He leaned closer and grabbed his boyfriend by the waist, pulling him into his chest. Dick gave him a loving kiss on the nose. ”Always Mr. Punctual aren’t you? It’s one of the few things I love about you.”
He started to take his jacket off, it had been cold outside but in here he doubted he needed any of it. Not with the workout he was about to get anyways “So wanna tell me how things have been with you?”
Tim’s hands went to rest on his shoulders and he lifted his chin, kissing his lips in return, “I was excited actually, but yes, I would have been early anyways.” he bragged with a confident smile. He let Dick strip down to his workout clothes, “I’ve been working behind the scenes and gathering data on the human trafficking ring that Jason and I were working on.” he explained, bounding back on the balls of his feet. He bent his knees so he was in a slight crouch, hands loose, not meant for firm punches, but light taps for points. He lifted them up defensively, bouncing lightly on his toes, “Ready?” he was restless, not having moved around or trained too much in the last couple of months.
Tim was stretching his arms while he waited for Dick to join him at the work out gym at Bruce’s manor. It had been a while since he had even been out of his little technology cave and he was glad to be able to see his boyfriend again. He stretched out all his muscles, planning to have a good couple of rounds of sparring with Dick before they did anything else. He was now stretching even the muscles in his ankles, standing up on the balls of his feet, then back down slowly, letting out rhythmic breaths with each up and down. He swung his arms in comfortable circles, getting impatient; though to be fair, he had been almost thirty minutes earlier than he told Dick to come.
via dizzypie, saneoldsameold.
reblobbed side by side because this is fucking important.
you cannot be an ally if you ever use ‘gay’ as an insult.
and the noh8 campaign should be held accountable (ha!) for allowing someone who is so blatantly (hetero/cis)sexist/binarist to appear in their campaign.
I’m sort of laughing sadly at all the people who are reblogging this and saying “OMG BUT SHE ACTUALLY IS SAYING HE’S GAY SO IT ISN’T AN INSULT!!!!”
First of all.
Sit down.
Second of all.
Stop typing. You’re lowering the IQ of the whole dash.
In this instance. If we really must analyze Taylor Swift song right now, really:
Apparently this boy is trying to bad mouth her by telling people that she is obsessive and crazy (we will hold our judgement here, as it is not the focus).
She responds, she retaliates, by saying she will tell her friends that he is gay.
Clearly she feels insulted by what he is saying about her. Her solution is to say he’s gay. She is using gay as an insult. She might literally mean that she is telling people that he is homosexual, sure.
Using the word with the correct definition does not mean that you are not using it as an insult.
We are in a ridiculously pathetic place if people honestly think it’s okay for her to say this just because she actually meant homosexual.
She means gay as an insult. She may not be subbing the word gay in for “stupid,” as it is commonly misused, but she is still insulting him by using it.
^THANK YOU.
(Source: blackbutshining, via superboysandtheirtoys)
well then lets do it -nods-
What time should we plan your ultimate demise then? -smirks-
