i hate when people call marcille a girlfailure btw like SHE ISNT. and shes not a ”girlboss” either. this is a neurotic and Permanently On The Edge of a Breakdown overachiever late 20s virgin just out of her phd program with permanently shaky hands from an addiction to overly sugary coffee and a deep desire to be crushed to death under falins giant jugs no matter the cost. the only thing shes ever ”failed” at is going to theraphy
I’ve been bursting to show you all this model! This is my very first dragon design to actually make it from drawing board to brick! And I’m so happy he was ready in time for the year of the dragon!
He’s part of a set of models I’ve been working on this past year themed around fairy tales. I’ll post about some of those soon!
Please excuse my arm in the last photo. It does show how big he is though!
TD:R era, Tim and Bernard start dating and Bernard goes off to buy Tim the good luck charm necklace, but Tim, who is patrolling as Robin, sees Bernard go into a jewelry shop that happens to have a *very* wide selection of engagement rings. Tim, a great detective, which makes him cocky and jump to conclusions as fast and with the same resolute as his conspiracy theorist boyfriend, goes ‘we haven’t been dating long enough for Bear to propose which means he is dating someone else too, but if he is proposing to them, THAT MUST MEAN IM THE ONE HES CHEATING WITH’ and so Tim starts panicking. Bernard goes back to Tim’s boat and is waiting for Tim to get home, so Tim decides he must confront him:
Tim, forgetting to change out of his robin suit in his hysteria, barging into his own houseboat: Bear, am I your side hoe???
Bernard, who was sitting at the table eating dinner, looking up confused at Robin: no?? I only have one boyfriend? Tim?
Tim, relieved, walking out the door and taking his key he used to unlock it, promptly erasing this whole interaction from his brain: oh good, ok see you later babe, gonna go to the grocery store
Bernard: what the fuck
Later tim comes back with groceries and that is where Bernard pieces it all together, Robin using Tim’s keys, Robin calling him Bear, which only Tim calls him, Tim coming back with the groceries Robin said he would grab, and that is how Bernard figured out Tim was Robin before Tim ever told him
calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.