What's The Purpose Of Tim If Not To Be The Container For My Pains?

Commission for Jellora; her man, Keon Lennedy!

Shirtless below the cut! If you're into that!

Quiet Night

No mask // Less overlay + removal of the black eye.

"Going Nowhere"

[New song coming out on Monday!]

MAN there is nothing like a nice freaking bubble bath

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They deserve to have a decent and safe life like the rest of the children in the world 🚨🇵🇸

and I feel frustrated when I can't achieve that. 😭💔🇵🇸

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Your honour.... your honour please it's raining... it's raining.. let them have a little romance...... come on your honour please.....

Snippet of the fic you're never going to see (but that this art is based on) below!

It's just a fluff piece, timkon, nothing exciting happens, you lack the context. They're just making up after an argument. Oh also it's a bit cringe. But if you've read any of my writing (it's not often, but it's on the page here and there) you'll know I'm very cringe.. 😔

After he's showered, Tim comes to sit with him on the bed, the air of the van still a bit too quiet. Things got too heated, even the unrelenting downpour couldn't douse them. Tim's hand sets upon Kon's, tentative, and Kon doesn't push him aside. After all, on the way back, they both realised it was a pretty stupid argument. But then again, weren't they always. "Sorry I rushed you." Tim's voice is a sigh, barely audible over the rain against the window. "I'll make it up to you, I'm the reason things went wrong today." Of course he's blaming himself, Kon thinks; that's their favourite couple's activity. He gives Tim a strained smile, fighting the urge to begin another circle of no, it was my fault more, and get them into another argument. They're both too stubborn - it'd help more to do something productive now that they both feel more inclined to listen and apologise. So instead of that, he takes the towel from Tim's shoulders, lifting it to his still-soaked hair, gently rubbing the water from it. He could use TTK, to dry them both immediately, but Tim likes this sort of thing. He acts like he could live without it, but Kon really doesn't think he could. And, just as expected, Tim's shoulders steadily deflate. Kon feels his own do the same, relieved. "I wasn't mad, Tim. I just get overwhelmed sometimes- you know that- and I don't think things through very well once I'm in that zone. I just mean, well, I don't mean to-" "I can't believe you're stealing my lines." Tim cuts him off, with a small, sorry face. "You don't need to overexplain. I really am sorry." "Me, too." He nods. "And I think I was just mad because it's rained for a week straight, actually. No sun makes me cranky." He offers a cheeky grin. "You're annoying, but not that bad." Tim rolls his eyes, and leans just a touch forward. "You're an idiot." Kon doesn't really want to take the bait, but how can he avoid it if Tim adores cliché? "I'm your idiot." Tim brushes a hand up his arm, the room feeling warm and cosy again. "And if it wasn't the sun's fault that you got upset, I-" "Tim." "What?" He snorts. He can never just accept Kon's easy outs, can he? "Fine, fine. I'm--" He stops himself before he says he's sorry again, flushing. Kon tries not to laugh.

Crafting a headcanon that both the pride arts of timbern were taken by an in-universe follower of this particular robin, and specifically has an interest in his romantic life. They post new pics of the two of them on their fanaccount whenever they catch them out and about. They don't even know Bernard is a loyal follower since he, too, is a fan of this robin and his love-life.

So the first day of the ceasefire ends.

The mood is bittersweet. There's celebration:

But so much destruction:

So many dead :

I won't attach the multiple pictures of skeletons, some unidentified in the streets, some with bullet holes in the skulls left in family homes.

This is the first day of a very, very long journey, still perilous because Trump can't be trusted either. Please continue to boost Palestinians and donate to fundraisers.

Leaving you with Jehad Abu Shamala raising the call to prayer in Gaza this morning.

Deep talks about nothing, shallow talks about everything.

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New song time babyyyy!