The Best Way I Can Describe Tim Drake Is Like. Imagine You Have This Family Restaurant That You Really

The best way I can describe Tim Drake is like. Imagine you have this family restaurant that you really love and adore and it’s run by good people who, like, donate to food banks and homeless shelters and such. This is your Absolute Favourite restaurant and you’ve been going there since you were a kid and it’s a great place for the community, too. Then one day the janitor dies. Nobody else really notices and the restaurant tries to keep running as normal but nobody’s cleaning the bathrooms and things are getting weird so you go in and you’re like. Uhhh you need a janitor and I’m gonna be your janitor. The previous janitor was the restaurant owner’s son and he died because of the janitor job, which the owner feels immense guilt over giving to his son. The restaurant seriously needs a janitor before it violates health rules and poisons someone to death. You force your way into being a janitor right before a health inspection that could shut the restaurant down using a mixture of brute force and blackmail. The owner very reluctantly allows you to be the janitor. The owner’s only living son, who ran away to open his own restaurant in another city, is the best brother you could ask for until the owner dies and you are immediately replaced by a ten-year-old. Also, when you became a janitor, you were thirteen years old and in eighth grade.

on "today's twitter shenanigans"

thinking about him (yes, this is personal)

“I finally understood what true love meant. Love meant that you cared for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face may be.”

— Unknown

gettin full-named and receiving psychic damage

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}