1. Notes: 98 / 1 week ago 
    In Your Eyes I’d Like to Stay… by *callousvixen

    In Your Eyes I’d Like to Stay… by *callousvixen

     
  2. Notes: 67 / 2 weeks ago 
    Our beloved schoolboys. On a School Night by *callousvixen

    Our beloved schoolboys.

    On a School Night by *callousvixen

     
  3. Notes: 156 / 1 month ago 
    In Alternate Realities [source]

    In Alternate Realities

    [source]

     
  4. Notes: 146 / 1 month ago 
    Superboy and Stray by *callousvixen Where did all the Catlad/Stray go?

    Superboy and Stray by *callousvixen

    Where did all the Catlad/Stray go?

     
  5. Notes: 218 / 1 month ago  from chesh-smut

    chesh-smut:

    I’ve been needing to finish this

    It should take place the night before my Conner pin up picture

  6. Notes: 225 / 1 month ago  from ubiestcaelum

    Always.

  7. Notes: 166 / 1 month ago  from ubiestcaelum
    ‘Just friends’ Yeah, that phrase kills me every time.

  8. Notes: 47 / 1 month ago  from birdbitch

    Untitled (Drabble)

    birdbitch:

    Pairing: Tim/Kon
    Rating: NC-17
    Summary: It’s what he wanted.
    Notes: Like I want to write Tim/Kon but at the same time I can’t will myself past a dozen or so words so.

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  9. Notes: 135 / 1 month ago  from ubiestcaelum

    When a man is one of a kind,

    he will be lonely wherever he is.

  10. Notes: 42 / 1 month ago  from xkalisto
    xkalisto: Part 2 of this. Guess Kon finally came. God. HOW DO I STRAIGHT LINE? Is that my hand shaking or is that my settings wrong? My lines are all wobbly and I get frustrated.

    xkalisto:

    Part 2 of this.

    Guess Kon finally came.

    God. HOW DO I STRAIGHT LINE? Is that my hand shaking or is that my settings wrong? My lines are all wobbly and I get frustrated.

     
  11. Notes: 132 / 1 month ago  from timukon
     
  12. Notes: 254 / 1 month ago  from ubiestcaelum

    No matter what.

  13. Notes: 347 / 1 month ago  from ubiestcaelum
     
  14. Notes: 162 / 1 month ago  from malin-j
    malin-j: i could only find the sketches drawn for Allie some time ago ~♥

    malin-j:

    i could only find the sketches

    drawn for Allie some time ago ~♥

     
  15. Notes: 743 / 1 month ago  from homoerotics (originally from nethgog)
    chaoticwaltz: nethgog: “Asleep” - Kon El x Tim Drake (Young Justice) —- I was listening to Deftones “My Own Summer” on loop and while having a severe eargasm whenever the bass guitar played I end up drew this hahaha  Every room has the same single bed in it, which means that it’s just past ‘fine’ for everyone and hopping over into ‘it just fits’ for Kon. Which should have been reason enough for Tim to stop staying in bed with the meta after they were done with…whatever it was that was there between them. But it wasn’t. Just once became just once more which became this is the last time and next thing he knew, he was used to it. The first night was admittedly the worst, tangled up in the too warm embrace of a superhuman who was literally breathing down his neck as they both pressed together to avoid falling over the too small bed. Tim hadn’t been able to sleep that first night (and as a consequence was cranky the whole of the next day), too scared that one wrong shift might make him topple over onto the messy floor or worse, wake Kon up.  In between the just this once and this is the last time, honestly, Tim wound up getting used to it all. The arm curled protectively around his back, the nose bumping into his own, the warm minty breath falling over his lips or neck, the warm back rising and falling with deep breaths underneath his palm, the ticklish feeling of Kon’s leg sleep sliding against his own. Instead of freezing up or trying to wriggle out of the meta’s embrace, Tim grew used to it. With the change in the weather, he began to seek it out even. Kon missed the warm, sleepy smile that Tim had made on the first chilly night, worming his way closer so that they were connected from forehead to their calves.  It was cold and he was simply looking to stay warm, that was his rationale. And it worked fine enough until the season changed again and summer was in full swing. Then he didn’t have an excuse to explain why he was running his hands through Kon’s sweat damp hair or watching him sleep through hooded eyes. A big part of him twisted and fretted in worry, not at peace with his own inability to explain this…this…lapse in judgement, relationship, mistake, best thing that’s ever happened to him, whatever the hell it was between him and Kon. He needed to explain it, categorize it, rationalize it so that he could make back up plans and put up a safety net. Kon sighed in his sleep, body curling harder into Tim. The lazy pinpricks of sleep were hidden under the sharp worry that the meta was waking up. But the teen remained asleep, brows furrowed as he tightened his arms around Tim, “Shhhh.” Tim soothed gently, closing his eyes as he let his hand stroke up and down the meta’s long back. “M’ here.” He repeated the words, slurring them slightly as he felt the urge to fall asleep return with a vengence. Kon threw his leg over Tim’s hips, making the human think for a moment that maybe there was some octopus genes tossed into Kon’s dna structure or something because this was just uncomfortable in more than one ways. But if he was honest with himself (something that he allowed himself to be in the dead of the night when no one else was around to listen in on his own thoughts), Tim wouldn’t have it any other way. There was no where else he’d rather be than here in Kon’s bed, being cradled like he was something precious and worthy of protection and sweating like he was out under the July sun and one wrong move from rolling over and eating carpet. “L’ve y’u.” Kon mumbled suddenly, the shifting lips brushing against Tim’s in a psuedo-kiss that made Tim blink in surprise.  That was… Kon had never… They had never… Where the lump in his throat had come from Tim had no idea and the longer he focused on Kon’s whispered confessions, the more it grew until he was just barely managing to breathe.  Tim was grateful that the babbling, panicked voice in his head had been struck dumb by the slurred words but the breathlessness made it near impossible for him to reply. And he did so want to reply, whether Kon heard it or not. Because he’d repeat it - in the morning, tomorrow, the day after that, any time and place that he could. So he licked his lips, tried not to think about the way his tongue had touched Kon’s bottom lip and choked out, “Yeah. Love you too.” and decided that maybe it wasn’t that important that he put a label on their relationship.  Maybe not tonight, he decided. wc:782 — I DONT EVEN KNOW GUYS /twirls out

    chaoticwaltz:

    nethgog:

    “Asleep” - Kon El x Tim Drake (Young Justice)

    —-

    I was listening to Deftones “My Own Summer” on loop and while having a severe eargasm whenever the bass guitar played I end up drew this hahaha 

    Every room has the same single bed in it, which means that it’s just past ‘fine’ for everyone and hopping over into ‘it just fits’ for Kon. Which should have been reason enough for Tim to stop staying in bed with the meta after they were done with…whatever it was that was there between them.

    But it wasn’t. Just once became just once more which became this is the last time and next thing he knew, he was used to it. The first night was admittedly the worst, tangled up in the too warm embrace of a superhuman who was literally breathing down his neck as they both pressed together to avoid falling over the too small bed.

    Tim hadn’t been able to sleep that first night (and as a consequence was cranky the whole of the next day), too scared that one wrong shift might make him topple over onto the messy floor or worse, wake Kon up. 

    In between the just this once and this is the last time, honestly, Tim wound up getting used to it all. The arm curled protectively around his back, the nose bumping into his own, the warm minty breath falling over his lips or neck, the warm back rising and falling with deep breaths underneath his palm, the ticklish feeling of Kon’s leg sleep sliding against his own.

    Instead of freezing up or trying to wriggle out of the meta’s embrace, Tim grew used to it. With the change in the weather, he began to seek it out even. Kon missed the warm, sleepy smile that Tim had made on the first chilly night, worming his way closer so that they were connected from forehead to their calves. 

    It was cold and he was simply looking to stay warm, that was his rationale.

    And it worked fine enough until the season changed again and summer was in full swing.

    Then he didn’t have an excuse to explain why he was running his hands through Kon’s sweat damp hair or watching him sleep through hooded eyes.

    A big part of him twisted and fretted in worry, not at peace with his own inability to explain this…this…lapse in judgement, relationship, mistake, best thing that’s ever happened to him, whatever the hell it was between him and Kon. He needed to explain it, categorize it, rationalize it so that he could make back up plans and put up a safety net.

    Kon sighed in his sleep, body curling harder into Tim. The lazy pinpricks of sleep were hidden under the sharp worry that the meta was waking up. But the teen remained asleep, brows furrowed as he tightened his arms around Tim, “Shhhh.” Tim soothed gently, closing his eyes as he let his hand stroke up and down the meta’s long back. “M’ here.”

    He repeated the words, slurring them slightly as he felt the urge to fall asleep return with a vengence. Kon threw his leg over Tim’s hips, making the human think for a moment that maybe there was some octopus genes tossed into Kon’s dna structure or something because this was just uncomfortable in more than one ways.

    But if he was honest with himself (something that he allowed himself to be in the dead of the night when no one else was around to listen in on his own thoughts), Tim wouldn’t have it any other way. There was no where else he’d rather be than here in Kon’s bed, being cradled like he was something precious and worthy of protection and sweating like he was out under the July sun and one wrong move from rolling over and eating carpet.

    “L’ve y’u.” Kon mumbled suddenly, the shifting lips brushing against Tim’s in a psuedo-kiss that made Tim blink in surprise. 

    That was…

    Kon had never…

    They had never…

    Where the lump in his throat had come from Tim had no idea and the longer he focused on Kon’s whispered confessions, the more it grew until he was just barely managing to breathe. 

    Tim was grateful that the babbling, panicked voice in his head had been struck dumb by the slurred words but the breathlessness made it near impossible for him to reply. And he did so want to reply, whether Kon heard it or not. Because he’d repeat it - in the morning, tomorrow, the day after that, any time and place that he could.

    So he licked his lips, tried not to think about the way his tongue had touched Kon’s bottom lip and choked out, “Yeah. Love you too.” and decided that maybe it wasn’t that important that he put a label on their relationship. 

    Maybe not tonight, he decided.

    wc:782

    —

    I DONT EVEN KNOW GUYS /twirls out

     
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