#bonus timmy content

[mafaldaknows]

More great advice from Derek Blasberg

“When in doubt, jazz hands.”👋😆🕺✨

[with bonus Timmy content]

[pokeberry5]

dc doodles under the cut (mostly tim ngl ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

for anyone interested, these were the original sketches of my dick & tim stuff:

GK-inspired stuff:

redraws:

timmys:

im fond of fanon stalker tim

i’ve got an au where tim leaves gotham for a while and comes back as “crow”:

some bonus dick content:

[secondratefiction]

Hi there! Hope you’re doing well! Kicking that funeral services degree’s ass with any luck!! I was wondering if you would be up to writing a drabble for Jason or Tim (whoever you think fits the scenario best) as the boyfriend of a law student. Maybe where they’re living together and she’s just barely getting 3-5 hours of sleep a night while trying to study for finals, writing a full legal brief, practicing for oral arguments, getting ready for her summer associateship, and applying for moot court and law review. (Is this based on some poor law student’s real life? We may never know!) And just like her needing someone to be there and take care of her, but also her wanting to take care of him too even though she is very much Trying Her Best to Survive™? (Btw thank you so much for blessing us with batfam content galore, absolute ICON <3 )

Oh good lord… bless you and this ‘hypothetical’ poor law student. I know my degree is kicking my ass all across the state and back, so I can only imagine… They keep telling me the degrees are worth it… we’ll ride it out and see. Good vides, and better times love 💜

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Now I fully believe that Timmy would be wonderful at this in his own right… but every single thing about this request violently screams Jason Todd to me…

There are only so many hours and so many spoons in a day, and unfortunately a law degree takes up almost every single ounce of both of them

However, Jason has this innately ingrained need to take care of the people that matter to him, so this is exactly where he shines

He was always Alfred’s best protege, so the man cooks and cleans house like a pro. Not only that, but it’s something that he genuinely enjoys because they are simple and repetitive tasks that let zone out and go through the motions to decompress from his ‘other job’.

While he’s happy to take care of all of that and leave you to focus on the proverbial, ever-growing mountain of work you have - He’s not above making you stop to take a break.

It is not an uncommon occurrence for this man to literally close your laptop, throw you over his shoulder*, and haul you out to the kitchen table to sit down and have a meal with him.

((*I do not care what size you are, or what hang ups you might have about your weight, if this man can hold up a collapsing ceiling, he can carry you across y’alls apartment))

“Ok, I have physically seen you putting food and water into your body, you can go back to your cave now.”

This happens at least 2-3 times a week

He is concerned. Just humor him and let him love you.

Jason is 100% the type to be actively learning from anything you tell him

Some nights, when the insomnia and the nightmares decide to double team him, he’ll even sit up browsing through your textbooks just to try and understand everything you're doing more.

Tim get’s labeled the nerd of the family a lot, but really Jason would have been the family scholar if he’d had the chance

The second bedroom in your apartment is both your office and his library. That shit is floor to ceiling.

With that in mind he is always more than happy to be a sounding board when you need him to. Listen to what you’ve got, argue the other side if necessary

Dear god, just know what you’re getting into there… he lives for that kind of stuff, and he will come prepared. This is one of his all time favorite games, that comes second only to aggravating the living shit out of you (which, if he’s lucky, will be a bonus here)

95% of the time, Jason has got this, got you - focus on your school babe, I’ll take care of it… but that 5%? That bit where he’s not actually infallible? He so very desperately doesn’t want you to see that.

What you’re doing is important, and he doesn’t want the fact he had a rough night to be a distraction for you. This is where you enter a bit of a balancing act…

As much as you may want to put everything aside and take care of him, that is the fastest way to make him shut down.

Instead, grab a textbook and a highlighter. Go ‘make yourself some tea’ and pour him a mug too. Set everything up in the living room and drag him onto the couch with you.

Put his head in your lap, and just run your fingers through his hair while you do some reading.

Bonus points if you put a blanket over him

Poor baby is gonna melt in an instant and be out cold before you know it. Just keep playing with his hair and let him sleep.

And do not mention it if he is emotional when he wakes up… he’s never going to be good/get used to receiving love and affection. Do it anyway, and don’t make a big deal about it.

[bigassbowlingballhead]

I only follow your blog very recently due to your TayNick content and your interesting and fun anon asks. I've been browsing your Box Talk tag for the past hour and I have questions. I apologize beforehand if there are some that sound ignorant but I beg of you to please not judge (I'm a straight South East Asian woman)

1. I saw your answer to TZP fav body parts. Do you not think he has beautiful eyes? (Do you not like it?)

2. You said that TZP seems like a soft dom but when I scroll further, you said he's a bottom? Kindly elaborate. (I of course knew that all this is just speculation but would still love to have your answer)

3. Do you not like Tim Chalamet? May I know why?

4. This is the ignorant part: I'm aware TZP is a gay man but he didn't act like typical gay man? Like not even an inkling, a sliver tiny movement that makes me go 'OH' (while Nick def gives me fruity vibes even tho he's straight). Also if, like you said, TZP is a bottom, I always assume (I apologize for this) there is this particular way that a bottom gay man walk that is an obvious tell that they get it up the ass and TZP doesn't have that. I would like to be enlightened about this if you don't mind.

first of all, when i call tzp a bottom, it's just about me wanting to get into his ass myself and maybe a little bit the swing of his hips when he walks.

second, a bottom can be a dom, dom =/= top and sub =/= bottom. you can have a dommy bottom or a subby top. its all just people and preferences and personalities.

his eyes are lovely, but not one of my top features. they're an added bonus.

as for timmy, he just does nothing for me. everyone goes on like he's so hot. but he looks like a Victorian child one cough away from death and that just doesn't do it for me.

[magix-winx-club]

Winx club relationships rating

Stella x Brandon

The relationship I want younger girls to get and see. Stella is my little sister, and I approve of this man. Confident in their relationship, ride or die. Jumping of cliffs even without powers. Will fight a batch to save her man. Will accept a marriage he doesn't want to save his love. Accept each other as they are and love each other no matter if you are a monster or not from the royal family. Defies all the stereotypes of it, girl and jock being a toxic couple and all that shit. They straight up said toxic relationship??? I don't know her. (100/10)

Flora x Helia

My big sisters boyfriend, I love more than anything. Would include me in their dates and buy me ice cream. Probably get high together on shit flora grew.(9/10) minus point for the lack of content with them.

Aisha/Layla x Nabu

My mom and dad. Never got over them. Will always and forever love them. Had everything enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, only protec her (season 3). Angst, love, connection, and slowly falling in love. (11/10)

Tecna x Timmy

The relationship I want. My neurodivergent nerds. They fulfill my Demisexual heart with love. They struggle with communicating feelings but still try. First love, puppies just stumbling about. They get excited about talking about their interests. Appreciate each other. Compliments and heart eyes. Timmy is the definition of That's my WIFE! While Tecna is fight me mode when you insult her soft baby boy boyfriend. (9/10) One minus point for the senses drama in season 2.

Bloom x Sky

Idk, man. I think it started out pretty sweet. They became friends to lovers. Both are too shy and maybe unsure of their feelings for each other. Going on walks with the dog. Supporting each other and listening to the problems. Love that so much. Then the drama kicks in. He is engaged?? He is actually a prince??? LOVE the drama (not for my girl bloom. I love her and will fight you), but for ME, for my angsty self *chef kiss*. The scene where she walks through Magix when she makes the decision to leave, the heartbreak, the angst. Ughhh sooo good. Can't really remember a lot of the relationship in the other seasons. Although I do think they have sweet moments. Like in season 2, when they are on vacation and Sky stands watch to protect the girls and tells Bloom not to worry, he'll wake her first if something happens. Calling each other soulmates kinda cringe, kinda sweet. Overall average straight couple. (5.6/10)

Musa x Riven

I really don't wanna get heat for that one, but my God, adult me, is not happy. My teenage self, tho 👀. Loved the angst, drama, bad boy and girl in love, him getting together with the 'wrong' girl and then he transforms into the hero and comforts and falls in love with the 'right' girl. Love it! Season 1 really fed us well. Would applause the difference and complexity in all the relationships, BUT then they really went back to moody edge emo boy in crop tops. Bro. Riven could have been the best character and then they ruined him slowly building up to fuck him over in season 4. I could hardly watch that shit show. They had their moments, but yeah...(6/10).

Bonus:

Aisha/Layla x Musa (10/10)

Riven x Nabu (10/10)

[aquaquadrant]

*looks at the canon Bravo leaves Timmy*

This sign can't stop me because I can't read! Instead, I present an au of your au XP

Anyways, Timmy lives with Bravo in his lab, has food available to him (and also has his spawn set to a respawn anchor bc he definitely still chooses not to eat sometimes, for reasons...)

Timmy sometimes helps out around the lab, don't ask me how, I don't know what he does. But Bravo will occasionally say thanks. Timmy is starved for any scraps of positive affirmation

He also goes with Bravo to Hels Tek. He mostly gets ignored there and is not allowed near the labs. He is alone quite a bit of the time

When the inevitable happens and Bravo has enough of Atlas' shit, Atlas decides to hold Timmy hostage and will turn him into a feather farm unless Bravo stays at Hels Tek :D

Bonus points if Bravo leaves anyways

Sincerely, Exposure Therapy Anon

awwww this is such a sweet but also sad concept. i could def see timmy going along with this; he stays at spawn because it’s better than the alternative but if someone like bravo wanted him to leave spawn he’d be convinced pretty easily (he’s very passive like that). and he’d be content to stay so long as he didn’t experience anything that’s worse than starving to death was (of course, that doesn’t mean he won’t accept being treated poorly 🎻 the victim complex is strong with this one)

and OUGHHH a feather farm… when i tell u that mel and i have discussed a similar scenario (not spoilers, just for funzies!) but with jimmy instead…

[msmargaretmurry]

THIS TIMMY CONTENT with bonus ratfam reaction, truly we are blessed. (But also somewhat concerned that this may cause strife in Ottawa as Brady and Claude might have to fight for him.)

they can share! sharing is caring!!! and timmy would probably like that

[papillon82fluttersby]

Famous Five Art Nostalgia #14 - Part 1

Introductory post

Five Have Plenty of Fun – Enlèvement au Club des Cinq

Original publication date: 1955 (UK), 1961 (France)

(Original cover by Jeanne Hives, 1961)

I often find myself annoyed at Blyton’s lack of distinctiveness with the book titles – I mean, “Five Get into Trouble”, “Five Fall into Adventure”, “Five Have a Wonderful Time”, “Five Have a Mystery to Solve”, “Five Get into a Fix”, “Five Are Together Again”: all of these could be used for any of the books. In contrast, the French titles are usually more specifically related to the books' contents.

What I find really funny about volume #14 is the complete tonal shift between the English and French titles:

-> English: Five Have Plenty of Fun! 🥳

-> French: Abduction Among the Five! 😱

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Plot summary (adapted from Wikipedia):

Siblings Julian, Dick and Anne have come to Kirrin to spend the remainder of a school holiday with their cousin George and her dog, Timmy.

(Two siblings having a lazy time on the beach)

(A lovely sea dive)

Two scientist colleagues of George's father, Uncle Quentin, visit Kirrin Cottage to work on an alternative energy project. One of them is a large friendly American, Elbur Wright [Charles Martin, from Lyons (the guy is not American in the French version, just from another city)]. His only daughter, Berta [Berthe], is later threatened with being kidnapped and ransomed for the project's secrets. Elbur decides to send Berta to Kirrin for her safety.

(Uncle Quentin announces the upcoming arrival of an extra guest) [This picture looks so funny to me, it’s like those scenes we can see in crime procedurals where a bunch of people are standing, and the victim has to identify a suspect 😂)

George takes an instant disliking to Berta, especially as the American girl has brought her dog, a poodle called Sally [Chouquette]. George's resentment is furthered when Berta's hair is cut short to make her resemble a boy. Berta is also dressed as a boy and referred to as Lesley [Michel, homonymic to her second name Michèle] to throw the kidnappers off her scent.

(Before the haircut…)

(…and after)

A few days later, Uncle Quentin receives an urgent message to meet with Elbur to discuss calculations for their energy project. He leaves with his wife, Aunt Fanny, and plans to be gone for a week, leaving the children alone with Joanna, the cook.

(The children become uneasy when they realise that they’re being observed from the island)

One night, George lends Timmy to protect Berta in Joanna's bedroom, while Sally is put in George's bedroom. Irked by the poodle, George decides to put her outside in Timmy's kennel but the kidnappers are waiting and seize George, mistaking her for Berta.

The next day, Julian, Dick and Anne eventually realise that George has been kidnapped instead of Berta. Afraid that Berta might also be abducted, they send her away to stay with Joanna's cousin, with whom the children's gypsy friend, Jo, also lives. Berta is dressed as a simple country girl and is now called Jane [Michèle]. Julian, Dick and Anne then find clues left by George, including a slip of paper with the word 'Gringo' written on it.

(George had enough wits about her to leave a trail for Timmy and her cousins to follow) [Bonus: Go to the end of the summary for something fun!]

Through Jo, the children learn that Gringo runs a fair. Jo's friend at the fair, Spiky [Pedro], points them in the direction of Gringo's caravan, where George had until recently been held captive. Julian enlists the help of a local garage worker, Jim, to find out the recent movements of Gringo's distinctive car. They soon have directions to a house where they suspect George is being held.

(Jo!)

(Julian, Dick and Anne play a game of ball so as not to seem suspicious while snooping around at Gringo’s Fair)

That night, Julian and Dick set off with Timmy to find George. Jo secretly follows them. The boys eventually find George, but the three are then caught and locked in a room. Jo and Timmy then rescue them and the crooks are locked up.

(Julian and Dick find George locked up in a room)

The children return to Kirrin Cottage and tell their tale to Anne and Joanna. After an enormous breakfast, they all fall asleep. Aunt Fanny, Uncle Quentin, Elbur and Berta arrive at Kirrin Cottage later that morning. The police are summoned and instructed to arrest the men locked in the house. Elbur consents to Berta staying longer at Kirrin with her new friends. Finally, Dick proposes to write their adventure down in a book and call it “Five Have Plenty Of Fun Enlèvement au Club des Cinq 😉”.

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Bonus:

I don’t intend to make a full comparison between Blyton’s original text and its translations. While this would surely be interesting, it would also be entirely too time-consuming. Still, as I was looking at the text opposite the picture that shows Dick and Timmy discovering George’s broken comb, I realised that there was a small character moment between Dick and Julian that simply did not feature in the original text. So here it is, as a treat!

~*~

Blyton’s original text:

They ran to see what it was. Timmy was trying to get at some small object embedded in a car-rut. Evidently, in turning, the car had run over whatever it was.

Dick saw something broken in half – something green. He picked up the halves. “A comb! Did George have a little green comb like this?”

“Yes, she did,” said Julian. “She must have thrown it down when she got near the car – to show us she was taken here – hoping we would find it. And look, what’s that?”

~*~

French text:

Ils accoururent près du chien, qui essayait d’atteindre un objet enterré dans une ornière. Mick vit bientôt dépasser quelque chose de vert. C’était un peigne, cassé en deux. En tournant, l’auto l’avait sans doute enfoncé dans le sol.

« François, te souviens-tu si Claude possédait un peigne vert ? demanda Mick. J’avoue que, pour ma part, il ne me rappelle rien.

— Naturellement. Tu détestes te coiffer. Mais c’est le peigne de Claude, j’en suis sûr, parce qu’elle me l’a prêté plusieurs fois.

— Pauvre François ! Quand on est affligé d’épis aussi raides que les tiens, je comprends qu’on fasse tout son possible pour les aplatir.

— Tu me paieras ça plus tard ! Pour le moment, nous avons autre chose à faire que de nous chamailler. Ce peigne est tombé de la poche de Claude, à moins qu’elle ne l’ait jeté ici, en espérant que nous le trouverions. Cherchons, peut-être y a-t-il autre chose… Regarde ce chiffon blanc, là-bas ! »

~*~

Literal translation of the French text:

They ran over to the dog, who was trying to reach something buried in a car-rut. Mick soon saw something green sticking out. It was a comb, broken in two. As the car made its turning, it had probably pushed it into the ground.

“Julian, do you remember if George had a green comb? I have to admit that I don't remember anything about it.”

“Of course you don't. You hate doing your hair. But it's George's comb, I'm sure, because she's lent it to me several times.”

“Poor Julian! When you're afflicted with cowlicks as stiff as yours, I can understand why you do everything you can to get them flat.”

“You'll pay for that later! Right now, we've got better things to do than bicker. This comb fell out of George's pocket, unless she threw it down here, hoping we'd find it. Let's have a look, maybe there's something else... Look at that white cloth over there!"

~*~

So there you have it! I thought this small banter between Julian and Dick regarding their respective haircare routines was worth mentioning!

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Cover art through the ages:

(Disclaimer: This is not an exhaustive list; sometimes the dates are difficult to pinpoint; and I have purposefully not included editions that re-used similar cover art, with differences only in layout and font style.)

(Original cover by Jeanne Hives, Hachette, 1961. I think the playing-cards visual is an interesting take – even if it has nothing to do with the story. The letters in the corners (F, M, A, C, D) are the characters’ initials.)

(Jean Sidobre goes for a literal interpretation of the “abduction” theme presented in the title… even though the depicted scene never occurs in the story – Hachette, 1974)

(J.P. Morvan clearly takes a lot of inspiration from Sidobre's art above - France Loisirs, 1979) [Sorry for the flare, this is the best picture I could find]

(Fittingly, this has a very “American gangster movie” feel – complete with tyres lifting from the ground! Umberto Nonna, Edito Service, 1981)

(Ripping off Sidobre’s design again… 🙄 – Yves Beaujard, Hachette, 1988)

(Following George’s trail! Paul Gillon, France Loisirs, c. 1995, based on earlier art from 1991)

(A spooky ambiance from Munch & Prunier, Hachette, 2000)

(Another uninspiring cover from Frédéric Rébéna, Hachette, 2008 😮‍💨)

(Investigating at Gringo’s Fair – cute wooden horses aside, WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GEORGE DOING HERE?!? THE BOYS AND ANNE ARE LOOKING FOR HER, FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE 😭😩 – Auren, Hachette, 2020)

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Thanks for reading!

[mrchalamet-mrstyles]

I wish people kept their expectations in check, horror movies are as difficult to get nominated for as sci fis. I just want Timmy to get great reviews, anything more will be a bonus. Fans always ruin things for themselves when they expect too much. I know Timmy spoiled us with his CMBYN and BB awards and noms but not every role will be an Oscar one and that's okay. Let's try to enjoy it without putting too much pressure on him and the film.

I totally agree. It is ridiculous that anyone believes the only goal for any of Tim's films is an Oscar nomination. As if that's the only barometer for success. But it's simply more evidence of their thirst for Tim content over anything else. They want to see him on a red carpet for their own pleasure. They don't care about the actual awards and won't even watch if he isn't there.

[fungicidecarhorn64ad]

Nintendo is a strange company because it seems like the people in charge don't really understand what their own company does, it makes videogames, you don't need to smite everyone who steps close to your copyright it doesn't matter it will never effect you in anyway if little Timmy releases his Mario fangame or if little Jimmy decides to play a game using a means other than being handed it personally by Mr Nintendo. Their insane copyright shit is a genuine detriment to their company no one else is that harsh and like I ain't hearing about how Sony blew up a dudes house cause he owned bootleg last of us merch, Sega and Vavle know that the fans and fan content are a bonus not a bug I don't understand what wakko, yakko and dot world Nintendo lives in where a Pokemon fangame is a direct competitor the switch emulater okay bad but from a business perspective I can sorta get where their coming from (even though people will still buy the switch and it's games cause it's easier) but really Pokemon Uranium is the slingshot to the goliath. I don't want to backseat manage company but if I was Nintendo I'd just stop with the copyright and shit like that just act normal well "normal" like the other big companies.

[joy2paris]

I was first introduced to Sampha in November 2017 with his song "Incomplete Kisses" on an advert. I can't remember what brand it was for, maybe Amazon? It was a boy getting over a heartbreak and listening to that song on his headphones.

All I know is, I instantly had to add it to my liked songs. Production-wise, I felt like I was floating, also through his raw and rustic tone. Since then, I have gradually added more of his songs to my library, and his voice is probably recognisable by many as he features in some of the biggest names of today's music industry.

Yet very recently, I decided to do a proper album listen through of "Process", particularly the Bonus Edition. Why is this man so great?? His songwriting is utterly beautiful, and his vulnerability made me connect so personally to what he was saying.

"Indecision" from his EP Dual feels like the soundtrack to my pre-year abroad mentality. His stuff is just so comforting and relatable.

Sadly like quite a few of the artists I love, there is not too much interview content and material out there - however I love that at the same time. Artists where the sole purpose is the music and the music alone. However I came across this Fader article he did. It was heartbreaking to hear more about his family life, but that also made me understand his own history behind his lyricism. The article is also just really well done, it really creates a sense of him as a person and follows the motions of Sampha taking the interviewer round different important places in his life. Also devastating to hear about his family situation - yet that also creates an even stronger meaning behind his music.

[butwhyduh]

Hi! Can I request 'First Apartment' with Tim Drake? Like maybe be and reader are trying to get it on while moving but bat family appears because the want to help and/or see theirs new place? Whatever floats your boat rly. Just plz can I have some Tim content :)?

I love our boy Timbo 💕

Warning:smut, bra ripped

The keys entering the door and turning the lock sounded heavenly. It felt like freedom and ownership. As Tim gently turned the handle, he stopped in front of you. You looked at him a little confused.

“What?” You asked and he gave you a shy smile as he shoved the keys in his pocket.

“Hold on,” he grabbed behind your knees and back to pick you up bridal style. You grabbed at his arm.

“Tim!” You yelped and he laughed before walking you into the room sitting you down on your feet inside.

“I’d lay you on furniture but they’re kinda hard to get to,” he admitted. Boxes made a maze to the couch and chair. The apartment was way nicer than anything you’d ever considered but it wasn’t surprising that Tim Drake-Wayne could afford a fancy place. A nice penthouse apartment in a relatively safe area of town had a drop level living room, open airy stainless steal kitchen and a giant master bedroom with a walk in shower and jacuzzi.

“We’ll get to work on that tomorrow. Look at the view,” you said looking at the dying light of a sunset. The city of Gotham almost looked hopeful in the amber light. Tim wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. You could feel his body warmth and smell his soft cologne. You felt secure.

“I’m glad you like it. The view really sold me on the place,” he said in your ear. He swayed you both side to side. Of course he had many strategic reasons for the place including security and privacy. There had been a whole spreadsheet to his decision. He hadn’t stressed you about the 25 places he inspected but showed 3 equally perfect choices.

“And I thought it was the easy commute to your work and my university,” you quipped.

“That’s a bonus. But the fact that I can stand in my living room without my brothers interrupting us right now is pretty nice too,” he said with a kiss to your neck.

“Definitely a bonus. It’s like they knew when we were kissing. Every time,” you said leaning your head back to expose your neck more. Tim hummed in agreement against your skin. His lips pressed soft kisses along your skin. His fingers slid up your shirt to make circles on your stomach. You gasped and grabbed his hair as he nipped a sensitive spot on your collar.

The door bell rang. Tim groaned before walking to the door. He opened it to see Barbara and Dick standing at the door, Dick’s hand was casually thrown over her shoulder. They looked like a pair of models and must be very conspicuous when seen together. Dick offered Tim a bottle of wine. “Hey Timbo, we thought we’d come congratulate you guys. Hey Y/n,” He waved. You nodded back.

“Do you both want to come in?” Tim offered, always a gentleman. Dick walked in and looked around. Barbara gave you a light hug before coming in.

“Look at the view! This is a little nicer than my first place in Bludhaven,” Dick laughed. Tim sat the wine on the counter.

“Your first place in Bludhaven was terrifying. I could smell the crime walking in. You didn’t have to travel far for patrol,” Barbara laughed.

“It was a nice place on a rookie cop pay,” he defended himself. Barbara rolled her eyes.

“This place will be cute when it’s fixed up,” Barbara said. While Dick was looking at the place, Barbara took a look at you and Tim. Tim’s hair was messy and cheeks and lips pink. You looked similarly flushed.

“Dickie, let’s give them space. They’ll probably want to start unpacking,” Barbara said. She gave him a wink. Dick looked confused for a second before it clicked.

“Yeah, we can visit again later,” Dick said with a little smile as he walked to the door. “Congrats on the place. And don’t forget protection,” he said quickly before he and Barbara left. Tim flushed a deep red.

“Well at least they left,” you said grinning. Tim rolled his eyes. “And wine!”

“Yeah. I mean, we’re 19 and a cop gave us wine but it’s nice,” Tim said walking over to you again. “But I’d rather tap something else instead of that bottle,” he muttered under his breath.

You gasped and giggled. “Tell me what you really want, Timmy.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. His blue eyes were always so intense that sometimes you could see him thinking. Tim’s big brain always took your breath away when he’d finally tell you what he was thinking.

“You’re happy right? Psychologically, moving is the 3rd most stressful life event most people have, statistically,” he said quietly. He looked at you like you were the sun. He held your waist gently and your faces were only a few inches from each other.

“I’m very happy. You make me so happy,” you said softly. He relaxed visibly and kissed you gently. Tim reached a hand up to caress your cheek. He pulled back a fraction.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Tim said. His face searched yours for a reaction. You shyly smiled and leaned up to catch his lips. He held the back of your neck and waist tightly as he deepened the slow kiss. It was not rushed or in lust. It felt like he wanted you to feel appreciated and treasured.

“TT. Father, we should have waited another day to visit. Though luck because leaving the door unlocked was an ill advised choice, Drake,” droned the younger Wayne brother. You pulled away from Tim and looked to see Bruce Wayne and Damian Wayne standing in the doorway. Bruce had the slightest upturn of his lips. Tim glared at Damian.

“Knocking works. And the door bell,” Tim said.

“I was testing your security system. Everything appears functional except human error of an unlocked door. You should take mind of that particularly as your partner is insufficient at self defense,” Damian stated looking around. You gave Damian a mirthless smile.

“Damian,” Bruce said and the boy quieted. “This is a good apartment. I designed it myself some time ago. The sunset through the full window was a design feature. I hope you both enjoy it.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” Tim said rubbing his neck, knowing that was basically a hug and love you from a non-emotionally constipated parent.

“It’s really nice, Mr Wayne. I didn’t know you did architecture,” you said watching Damian who was now inspecting the wall and window seals.

“Occasionally I have spent time personally designing certain buildings. Especially when I plan to give them to one of my boys. This is yours, Tim. The name transfers to yours on Monday,” Bruce said walking around the room and purposefully not looking at Tim. You looked at him in shock.

“The whole building,” you asked faintly.

“Yes. Tim is an adult. I built this as an investment piece. We can talk revenue stream and care on Monday but I assure you that it is quite profitable. I’ve done this for each of my boys as they’ve moved out as adults. Dick has a building downtown and Jason insisted on an entire block in the Narrows that is now a non-profit clinic and homeless shelter. I have others for my other children as well,” Bruce said.

“Thank you, Bruce,” Tim said and he gave Bruce a half hug.

“Of course, as the blood son I get the manor,” Damian said with a smirk.

“You’re the blood son? Never heard that one,” Tim said rolling his eyes.

“In many years. I’m still using the manor, Damian,” Bruce said and you swore you saw him rolling his eyes at Tim.

“You can still use it as long as you want. It will just be in my name at the earliest convenience,” Damian started. Bruce laughed.

“Absolutely not,” he said. “Let’s get going. They probably want to be alone in their new apartment.”

Damian gave a look. “Lock the door, Drake. No point in top point Wayne security if you leave the door open.”

“Yeah I know,” Tim said with a fake smile.

“Thanks for stopping by!” You called after them. Damian locked the door on the way out.

“Finally!” Tim said. You laughed. “Where were we earlier?” He pulled you into a deep kiss and any questions you had about owning a freaking building was lost. He grabbed at your hips and pulled you tight. You moaned as he nipped at your neck. Tim pushed you against the island in the kitchen. He slid his hands underneath your sweater before turning you away from him. You were bent at the waist over the counter.

“Timmy,” you breathed as he kissed your neck and palmed your breasts under your sweater. He hummed against your skin while grinding on your ass.

“Woah, Timbers,” came a voice from the bedroom. You yelped. Jason and one of his outlaw friends stood in the doorway. Tim quickly pulled his hands from in your shirt and pulled the fabric down. He didn’t let you go as he had a massive erection by this point but he basically covered your body with his arms, the best he could. You turned and buried your head in his neck. It was one thing to be seen kissing and another groping over a kitchen counter.

“What the fuck, Todd,” Tim asked mentally planning to change all locks and updating security. He glared at his brother.

“Just thought I’d bring over a housewarming gift,” Jason said with a 6 pack of beer in his hand. His friend showed off another pack and a bag of chips. “We’ll leave and come back another time,” he said with a big grin. Tim noticed that they didn’t leave the food or drink but instead went back to the secondary elevator in the bathroom. “I’ll lock this for you. Don’t forget protection,” Jason said with a wink.

“Bye,” Tim said forcefully. Jason and his friend laughed and left via the elevator. “I’m checking every lock in here.”

He walked around the apartment, checking every lock just as he promised. He came back to you with a look of hunger in his eyes. Tim roughly kisses you before all but pushing you to the bedroom where he pressed you on the bed.

“Oof,” you made the soft sound as you bounced on the mattress. Before you could get your barings, Tim kissed at your neck. Normal you’d complain about him marking you so roughly but the sensation was amazing. He quickly threw off your shirt and continued marking down your chest. His fingers fiddled with the strap of your bra before just ripping the thin fabric.

“Timothy!” You gasped. He grinned up at you before taking your nipple in his mouth. You moaned and grabbed at his hair. You pulled at his tie and dress shirt. Tim pulled away and quickly shoved them off. He might have even popped a button or two. You ran your hands along his bare chest feelings the muscles underneath. He unbuttoned and with a hook, yanked both your pants and underwear off in a smooth movement. You gasped at his eagerness. He never acted this way.

Tim hand slid up your thighs to play with your folds as he kissed you. You all but panted against his lips. You pulled at his belt and he leaned away for a second to roughly shove his pants and boxers down his legs.

“Where are the condoms?” He said, palming himself.

“No need. Birth control,” you answered and he groaned with a look similar to pain. Tim climbed over you again. He sunk in slowly.

“Holy shit you’re wet,” he said. You really were but the fact that he couldn’t remember the last time he had sex without a condom had more to do with it. Tim grabbed your hips to ground himself.

“Please... move,” you whined. He started slowly. It was agonizing on your end. Tim reached between your legs to rub your clit. He wasn’t going to last long but he’d was damned if he didn’t want you to finish first. After getting his baring, he started moving faster.

The sounds you made were magical and it sped him faster and harder. You moaned into his mouth as he roughly kissed you deeply. His tongue possessive lay swept in your mouth. Tim could feel you tightening around him and your sounds growing louder. You weren’t going to last long. You clenched around him tightly in release. He grunted and thrust roughly before cumming. He moved through both of your highs before stopping.

Tim’s forehead rested on yours and his weight laid on your body. You could feel his heart pounding roughly. “Tim, you’re heavy,” you protested. He rolled off to beside you.

Tim pulled you on his chest and kissed your lips gently. “I’m so glad you moved in with me. Our place.”

You smiled and stared at his perfectly blue eyes. “Our place,” you said kissing his cheek.

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SHIFTING PHASES MASTERPOST (WIP)

This Masterpost will be updated with new items and progress checks

Last updated: 03 May, 2024

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PROGRESS:

STAGE: 1st DRAFT

12 of 57 planned chapters are drafted (~23%)

0 chapters pend editing.

6 of 45 remaining chapters are in progress.

8 other chapters await re-writes

Word count: ~41.7k

(i did itttttttttt i've written the new version of the first bit i ever wrote!)

BLURB:

The only thing worse to a belunae than a Hunter is a Hunter that plays with his catch.

Verludae Pete Spencer lives concealed in world hostile to all belunae, alongside his best friends Timmy Paige and Lizzy Millen. After multiple unlucky blunders, he is taken captive by the notoriously sadistic House Master Sorrel Johnstone.

A daring escape ensues-- and Pete takes with him dangerous information he never should have learnt.

Will he succeed and scrape his life back together? Or will every possible witness be silenced?

A test of friendship and trust rattles the trio of friends as they fend off an enemy far larger than themselves;

How far will Johnstone go to get his prize back?

(I'll rewrite the blurb some time)

Chapters linked below the cut (There are several bonuses!)

GENERAL CONTENT AND WARNINGS:

Dehumanisation, it/its as dehumanising pronouns, organised executions, death wish, noncon touching (nonsexual), dissociation, starvation, fantasy racism.

(All specific warnings will be included in each post)

CHAPTERS:

(All chapters planned, first draft in progress)

PART 1: 1-10

Chapter 1: xxx

Chapter 6: What One Desires Most (preview coming soon!)

Chapter 7: No Wish Without a Price (preview coming soon!)

PART 2: 11-35

PART 3: 36-46

PART 4: 47-52

PART 5: 53-57

BONUS:

Candinium Afterburns (Post-canon)

Through the Storm (Post-canon)

Another Starless Night (Post-canon)

Where are You? (Pre-canon)

NOTABLE CHARACTERS:

(Note: Profiles may contain spoilers)

Cole Nelson: A hunter in Johnstone's House

Elizabeth 'Liz' Millen: Friend of Pete and Timmy

Gavino DePetro: Aquarium owner, caught up in shit way too deep to get out

Guy 'Burton' Matthews: Antagonist, a troubled boi, Pete hates him

Kate Spencer: Pete's mum

Pete Spencer: Whumpee, friend of Timmy and Liz, whumpee

Sorrel Johnstone: House Master, whumper

Timmothey 'Timmy' Paige: Caretaker, friend of Pete and Liz, caretaker

Side Characters

EXTRAS!

NOTES:

I'll eventually make some lore posts when I start posting chapters, I have a lot of lore, and having some stuff on this was kinda spoilery?? Idk, not that I'm very secretive about the plot lol. Also moved the links to the shitpost things into storage because they were messy :3

SNIPPETS (That I Like):

(Slightly more canon conforming)

Johnstone will Pay Soon

Raw Line

Rings

OOOOOOOLD STUFF (That I don't Like):

(Canon non/conforming/out of date/or canon fodder)

Dathrir turns Pete and Johnstone (Not conforming, out of date, Reblog comments)

Timmy gets a Dose of Pain (Canon fodder)

The Show (Canon fodder)

[catxsnow]

AFTER HOURS chapter ten

Summary: Enemies to the public, friends to their close ones, friends with benefits between them. Rival companies and an attraction that can’t be ignored.

Tim Drake x reader

Warnings: swearing, mature content, smut, 18+ only, mention death of parents, car crash mentions.

A/N: The last chapter friends!! Thank you everyone for your love and support with this series I really hope that you all liked it! If anyone one is interested in a bonus chapter or two let me know with some ideas, I’d love to hear what you guys think :) 

Word count: 1.3k 

Tim held a brand new set of keys in his hand. They felt foreign compared to his old ones - yet the weight of them didn't bring him down. They brought excitement, a new chapter of his life was a head of him and he was beyond excited for it. The smile on his face wouldn't go away and neither could the giddy feeling in his chest.

Gotham City found it's saviors not in a bat or a bird, but in two young adults who were always frowned upon for being kids. Tim found his savior in her - she was his rock, his everything. (Y/N) found her hero in Red Robin, in Tim Drake, her lover.

She had taken the news just as he expected her too. Worried at first, amazed that he was the hero on the streets, final able to understand the cuts and bruises that he had all the time and the scars that laced him. After the shock had worn off, she became supportive of him. Always there when he came home and wishing him luck and safety before departure.

(Y/N) understood more that there was to him than ever before after the revelation. She fell even more in love with him - though it didn't feel as if that as possible at this point. Nights of falling asleep in his arms, waking up to him, taking care of each other. They had it all - at least all that mattered.

Tim looked over at her. A smile on her face that matched his, the same weight of a new set of keys in her palm. It we a new chapter for them, one that would lead to many more. With his free hand, he's reached over to grab hers.

"New day," she breathed out.  It was nerve wracking, making such a big purchase like this together. Their first purchase like this together. Something that she never thought she would expect, nor the people of Gotham. "New place."

"How do you feel?"

She felt a lot of things. Scared for their future together. Grateful that they had found themselves in one another. Worried about the life that they're forced to live, not the one that they wanted. Mostly, she felt in love.

This was a big step for them. Something more than a home, more than a relationship. This wasn't just their future together, it's the future of Gotham. They were willing to risk it all for each other.

"Nervous," she decided with. Tim glanced over to her from his stare at their new building. She held a new look in her eyes that he had never seen before. Nervous was right, she never had this. Tim tilted down to kiss her. His lips soft, yet firm against hers. He was nervous too - even though together they had no reason to be nervous.

"We already live together, how much different can this be?" Tim tried to lighten the mood. That smile she loved so much shone brightly on his face. He loved in less than two weeks after she had asked him. Maybe they were moving fast, maybe the people of Gotham questioned where their loyalties lied with their companies.

All she knew, was that these past nine months of living with him had been the most important, grateful months of her life. She had never been so happy since the loss of her parents - and she could tell that he felt the same way. Though found similarity in their sadness, but they were together for the love that they were about to create from it.

She learned to hate the nights that he came home late with cuts and bruises or the times that he had to go away for team business. (Y/N) also came to appreciate the small moments with him, the ones that were filled with quiet whispers and meaningful touches. They learned together, not apart.

"I think buying our first building together as co-companies is a little different than you moving in," she rolled her eyes at him. The new building they stood in front of was the first of potentially many co-projects that her company and WE would accomplish together. They were partners in this, and maybe longer down the line it'll be more permanent.

"You're right, moving in with you was a lot more fun. This time I get Vicki Vale questioning my choices instead of sex in every room of the house," Tim laughed. His hand travelled down her waist and jokingly squeezed her ass. He was lucky no one was around - otherwise he was sure he would have gotten an earful.

The nine months of running with the press, working their companies all while still trying to get the hang of this new relationship idea - it was a lot. Everything with Tim wasn't perfect, and she never expected it to be. They had their fights - most of which were based off of him risking his life, the other half about hard choices they had to make in their companies.

The idea to work together didn't come thankful to everyone. Many people in their city didn't like the idea of the two of them joining their companies on projects like this one. They didn't want to entrust the safety of the city in the hands of a couple who was still in the honeymoon stages of their relationship.

And (Y/N) couldn't blame them. She hated the idea that one day they might break up - but it wasn't a broken heart she was worried about. It was Gotham. They had decided never to join their companies for good - but projects like this? Putting whatever future differences aside to build an orphanage in their parents names?

That meant more than anything else in the world.

"Mmm, baby, I bought your favourite wine to celebrate tonight," She pecked him once more. Her lips ghosted over the lobe of his ear. "But I'm sure I can find lots of other ways to celebrate with you too, if that's what you'd rather."

"You know me so well, my love," Tim grinned. Her hand grazed down his chest, stopping right at his belt buckle. There was no one around to see them - but he had already gotten enough of her hint that she didn't need to risk it. "As much as I'd like to find the nearest empty room, we've got about ten minutes until we have to go talk to the press."

"Ten minutes is all I need, Timmy," she flirted. Her fingers toyed with the buckle once more, though he refused to look down at her actions. He gabbed her hand as she dared to move it lower. An innocent look remained in her eyes - a look that he knew to not be innocent at all.

"Fuck, do I love you," Tim pecked her lips. He intertwined their fingers, dropping them to their sides. "But I'd rather fuck you properly the second we get home."

"Think you can wait that long, Mr. Drake?"

"Mr. Drake today, huh?" he ignored her teasing. Truth was, if he caved into it, he knew that he couldn't wait until getting home to have her. "What about Mrs. Drake one day?" Tim looked over at her. There was no surprise on her face, no disappointment. She had thought about it lots - marrying him one day.

It seemed that it was always in the books for their future. Marriage with Tim... she couldn't imagine herself with anyone else besides him for the rest of her life. He was the one, he was always the one.

"(Y/N) Drake-Wayne," she repeated it. It rolled off the tongue so smoothly that it sounded like it was meant to be. In his eyes, it was. She was always meant to be the one for him, even when she didn't know it herself. "One day, Tim, it sounds absolutely perfect."

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[quietalight]

hi i have quastion is it jon stims or jon’s tims (i love it either way)

Hi Anon, thanks for the question! It’s Jon Stims :) Jon is canon ace (like me) and so the jon in my head is also gnc and ND for purely self indulgent projection purposes! Gotta credit this post as well which made my heart soar. And also lemme rec “Tied Up With String” by fadewords with Autistic!Jon... and the first part “Habits” featuring Autistic!Martin (check content warnings) However, Jon’s Tims implies that Jon somehow has plural Tim Stoker’s which I am losing my mind over now!! Comedy: Tim got his hands on a storage item somehow, maybe a storage item that looks like a completely mundane item, but duplicates whoever touches it (and changes form to a different mundane item). Somehow it got out of storage and is attracted to Tim, so as he goes about his daily archive business and accidentally keeps touching this thing in disguise, so more and more Tim clones just keep showing up and Jon has to keep them from causing too much chaos as he and OG!Tim try to figure it out what the storage item actually is! Fluff, Hurt/Comfort: Jon’s relationship with Tim, becoming closer and closer and seeing the many many different sides of Tim and loving each and every one (platonic or romantic) Hurt/Healing/Humour: Post-S3. Jon channels his grief by rescuing/adopting cats who look like/remind him of Tim(to the point where he is GOING to cry and CANNOT leave without them) and names them all variations of “Timothy Stoker” (Tim, Timmy, Timothy, Moth, Mo, Stoker, Oke, Imo, etc) Bonus Points: this is domestic Jon/Martin life and there’s a point where Martin is just HIT with how ridiculous it gets.... like, Martin mixes up Mo with Moth and Jon corrects him and its TOO SILLY. Then one day Jon smuggles another one in but Martin catches him and is just like.   Martin: Jon. What do you have under your sweater. Jon: ...nothing. (cat pokes head out) Martin: ...whats his name, Jon. Jon:  Martin: Jon: ....Ti. Martin: Jon, my beloved, love of my life, They/Him of my heart, pls GO TO THERAPY AND CRY ABOUT TIM IM BEGGIN YOU

[alittlefrenchtree]

Hi, Stanislavski anon here (never thought I'd call myself that in my life 😂). What I meant with "hiding-in-plain-sight drought" is kind of what you said when talking about him disappearing in between public-work-days, except I see it also as disappearing behind public-work-days. What I'm preparing for is a generous amount of content, but more impersonal, for lack of a better word. I think we're just gonna get PR Timmy from now on (not hinting at shams and the likes here, just good ol' promo), which is fine I guess? He's an entertaining dude and his face is always a bonus. Either way, we won't know until we know, so it's all moot, I just like to chat 😁

What a cool name you have found for yourself here, Nonny 😂 I'm kind of jealous of it tbh 👀

Yes, yes, of course! We can't really talk about drought anymore when we know he's alive every other mouth at least. What a life it was to be like: funny how we haven't heard of or seen Timmy anywhere in the last 3 months, anyone knows anything? 🤔

But yeah, totally. I mean his accounts are professional ones, there is nothing else to expect. Which, like you said, is totally fine! I ask for nothing else than good pr and good promo for good movies by a good kid 😊