I just shipped my pants

meeya87:

xxlunenoirex:

my tablet died so I have no choice to revert back to traditional ;___;

and I haven’t touched watercolor in years TTATT

did i reblog this?

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oh well~ /reblogs if i did

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As far as introductions go, it had been pretty standard. Everyone had been polite and kind in their welcome. Some offered more welcoming words and others polite jokes. Superboy had been no different.

Tim looked up into those startlingly blue eyes that were looking at him with kindness and thought, ‘wow’. It was almost like the clone hadn’t aged much in the time they had spent apart. Till as tall (possibly taller?), still as handsome. He had been enough out of it being in the presence of Superboy that he almost missed Conner asking him, “It’s been what…five years since we last met?”

Smiling a bit bashfully at the recollection, Tim nodded, “A little over five years, yes.”

Conner held his hand out and waited for Tim to take it before speaking again, “Welcome to the team, Robin.” His hand wasn’t as big as Tim recalled but he wasn’t the child that he had been five years ago. But regardless of his growth spurt, he was still far smaller than the teen.

Looking up, Tim squeezed Conner’s hand and smiled back, slight and happy. “Happy to be on-board, Superboy.”

OMG THE NOISE I JUST MADE!