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No little jaybin! Dont go into the Ethiopian warehouse!

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Jason spit animation WIP, Im dying _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

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"Miss Lane" they must roleplay so much

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he clark kents like no other clark kent has ever clark kented BEFORE

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"good gosh" my chest hurts, he's so adorable (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

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Maybe I’m just not on that side of Tumblr, but I’m shocked more people aren’t talking about Lewis Hamilton’s post-qualifying interview.

You have a seven-time World Champion — one of the undisputed GOATs of Formula 1 — saying, “I’m useless, absolutely useless … the team, they have no problem. You’ve seen the car is on pole. So, they probably need to change driver.”

I genuinely have no words. How does every World Champion who signs with Ferrari leave a broken man?

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possibly the most surreal track dominance comparison ever thank you Hungary

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George watching Oscar and Lando race: why didnt you T-bone him?

Lando: [chokes]

Help!!!!!!!!

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Superman cast share their hopes for their characters' future

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David Corenswet for GQ photographed by Noua Unu

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gone for months then spawning with shocking otp ship

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☆ metropolis kid!

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It was 3am and you were supposed to be asleep, but after dating TIM DRAKE for almost two years now, you picked up on his weird sleeping patterns. Tonight in particular your brain won’t rest. Not until you will receive his usual post patrol message.

2am, then 2:30, 3 and 3:30am rolls around and your lack of sleep was slowly turning into anxiety. Why hadn’t he texted yet? Did something happened? You try to make sense of the situation, but your brain is refusing from making you think logically. And just as you were about to message him, his message comes through.

“sorry for the late message. had to run in the shower immediately after i arrived home cause i was covered in blood” he texts 

“not mine btw” he follows up, knowing already to clarify. 

“good, good. im glad you’re ok love, i was beginning to worry. what are you doing now then?” you text back, eyes fluttering at the screen waiting for those three dots to appear. But they don’t. In their place a picture appears. 

Him. In front of the mirror. His face covered by his phone, one arm on the sink leaning a bit to flex his muscles and that towel dangerously low, enough to see his v-line and the outline of his hardness against it. Oh….

“damn, drop the towel? 🙂‍↕️🙏🏻”  “for scientific purposes obviously…” you add in two consecutive texts. 

You know it’s unlikely he would do it, but teasing him comes naturally to y— he did it. You cannot even continue your train of thoughts because suddenly his next picture comes through. The towel gone, his pretty cock— and that damn blushy pink tip— staring right back at ya, hard against his stomach. 

You can’t even begin to form a coherent thought  as another picture comes through. 

This time he is on his bed, on his knees— which are open to show the view between his legs— His hungry, leaking, cock is begging to be touched; while his face now—no longer covered by the phone— looks at his phone through the mirror reflection with a knowingly devilish grin. And your mind goes to one thought, and one only, how desperately you wish to have a dick. Because he looks so damn breedable right now. 

“cause I don’t feel like I did it right the first time ;)” he texts back within seconds from sending that second picture. 

“hey…? you still there lol?” he texts back after 10,  long minutes without a reply from you. Did he overstep? Was it too much…?  But then the outdoor camera alerts him of a movement outside his front door. 

“im outside. open me up.”  ________________________________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

A/N: I wrote this at 5AM and had the sudden, horny, urge of writing for Tim. Nothing else to add lmao. Also this is not proofread :(

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what happened to hello. what happened to good morning.

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i've been seeing this trend around and hadn't seen a superbat one yet

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i need to fuck ultron right nvow

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Just to clarify, I am not Superman. I'm playing Superman in the movie and I'm very lucky to be getting to do that, but I'm David.