Redrawing Some Of My Favourite Manga Panels DAY 3

My favourite head canon of all time♡♡♡

Tim doesn’t drink coffee, but he drinks tea.

So, so much tea.

He’s not a casual tea drinker, he doesn’t just have a stash of sugar and earl grey at his desk with a few mugs at the ready.

No, Timothy Drake has over sixteen seperate kettles and tea sets in his room. Some are china, some are vintage, some are shaped like flowers or frogs or painted with a Vincent Van Gogh style over it. Some only have one cup and saucer, some have enough for a tea party. Some are so old they’re are chipped and faded. Some are so new they haven’t been used and are still set up nicely in a display case.

That’s just the carrier of the tea, but the flavours he has on hand…

He has English breakfast, he has Merlot, he had Green Tea, Herbal, Black Current, Lemon, Chamomile, Honey, Mint, Butterfly Pea, African Solstice, Cherry, Chocolate, everything! If you can think of it or have heard of it somewhere before, he has it.

Every knows that he drinks the, they see him with a cup near constantly and he even has a keep cup for when he’s patrolling.

But not even knows exactly how deep his obsession goes.

Alfred does, because he once had to listen to Tim talk about how you can’t rank read through taste alone but also process and how it works with sugar and milk and sweetener after the older man made the mistake of saying he thought English Breakfast was best.

Bruce knows because he once threatened to confiscate Tim’s tar strainers if he didn’t get some rest and witnessed how hard Tim Drake can tweak firsthand.

Barbara knows because she once accidently broke a cup when she backed into a table with her chair and, while Tim was understanding it was an accident, she had to watch him go through the stages of grief in real time. The kid had openly mourned the cup that had been shaped like an apple as if it was a loved one and she swore not to touch them again lest she cause another funeral.

Yet, even though not even has seen the dozens of cases and cabinets he has to organise his tea leaves and dishes, there is one thing that everyone has a deep understanding of.

If Tim lets you use a cup, he sees you as someone to trust. He thinks you’re reliable and trustworthy enough to touch something fragile and valuable to him.

But if he serves you tea himself, from his own personal collection?

You aren’t just loved by him, you aren’t just his family, but you have single handedly gained one of the biggest allies you will ever have.

horror sub-genres: children horror

I love pixel art it's always the cutest thing in the world

oh uh. scuse me. just a lil snail crossing your dash

this is the maomao of good luck reblog to meet a royal milf

Some fanart I drew from one of my current hyperfixations

OMGs I'm in class

When I read this I literally started crying from laughter

Sethos, since the first day I saw you on my screen

You became the star guiding me through night desert

You became this constellation shining the most among this starry sky

And my eyes keeps drowning in yours that I could become blind by how bright they are.

Sethos, be my C6.

Oh, thank the stars! I'm not the only one who thinks this! I always get confused when watching or reading something with truth serums, and I always comment this exactly

If u inhale truth gas or a truth potion or a truth serum of any kind… just don’t talk?

I don’t think it COMPELS you to tell the truth it’s just you can’t lie. If you say something like “I don’t want to tell you.” Or just simply don’t talk, you arnt lying. I’ve thought abt this for so long man stop spilling your secrets

So beautiful 💜💜💜💜💜