#sub!Tim

[wolfythewitch]

in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you

[sister-lucifer]

okay masky x hoodie idea

masky is clicker trained. to an embarrassing degree. Brian used to dominate him and they were weirdly kinky in college and now the sound of a clicker drops Masky to his knees ready to suck like the good dog he is

And Hoodie doesn’t even need the actual clicker, just clicking his tongue does it. Masky doesn’t even understand he’s fucking doing it when it happens it’s that ingrained into him

idk im jn love with the master x dog metaphor for Masky in anything ever

there’s no doubt about it, Masky is the best of the two at following orders. Tim’s mind is so tired and weary it’s easy to mold however his master wishes, and that shows through when he’s hardly lucid in the Masky headspace.

Tim and Brian hadn’t spoken in years, but Masky and Hoodie know each other very well. something triggers a memory in Hoodie, maybe the sound of Masky breathing or the smell of his lingering cologne, barely covered by the smell of pine trees and dirt, but it gives him a brief flash of something only Brian should know.

he stares at Masky for a moment, both of them sharing a silence. Masky tilts his head curiously as Hoodie lifts his mask just above his mouth to make sure the sound is clear.

he clicks his tongue twice.

Masky jolts, the physical reaction nearly making Hoodie flinch. Masky drops to his knees a moment after, looking up at his partner as if expecting something, but…neither of them know what.

Hoodie gestures for him to stand again, and he does, though slower than he dropped. silence stretches between them once more, but not for long.

Hoodie clicks again.

even faster this time Masky is down. he gets onto his knees with his hands sitting flat on top of his thighs, clearly awaiting something that’s just barely evading both of their memories.

Hoodie takes a step closer and reaches out, putting a cautious hand on Masky’s head and gingerly running his gloved fingers through his hair. his hand slides down the side of his face to his chin before pulling away. the shape of his jaw is disturbingly familiar.

Hoodie’s eyes trail down Masky’s still body slowly, taking his time. Masky can feel his stare but does nothing; that is, until he feels it stop at his groin.

he follows Hoodie’s gaze down to his lap, eyes widening behind his mask when he sees the obvious hard-on straining against his jeans. he hasn’t even realized.

there’s a flicker of realization between the two of them that there’s more to this than either of them know, but they don’t care. this feels right, and thats all that matters.

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[vveakfish]

just two boy best friends… nothing to see here

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[number1jaymerrickhater]

Shoutout to Jay Merrick dude was out here filming youtube goodbye videos before it was cool

I would give every last dollar I own to see him film a youtube apology video

[onebatfamhugeveryday]

Batman/Catwoman: Battle Lines

[brittlebutch]

actually it's kind of funny how people will say Alex's fatal flaw is that he 'doesn't ask for help' and that it's his determination to handle things on his own that leads to his deterioration and eventual death when his whole introduction to the present-day timeline was a very literal cry for help that simply went ignored

[robiland]

Hey, so I haven't seen any boycott posts mentioning this so far, but Tim Hortons is a sister company to Burger King, who are supplying meals to Israeli soldiers. The Parent Company to both restaurants, Restaurant Brands International, also owns both Popeye's Chicken and Firehouse Subs as well. I see a lot of buzz about Starbucks and McDonalds, but these restaurants are all huge, especially with Tim Hortons being in just about every Canadian town and city. Make your own sandwiches, chicken, and coffee. Stand strong.

[cienie-isengardu]

[tarantulasnot]

Cheating on Brian with Sub! Tim.

☆ Sorry I've been absent on here ☆

Can we start off by how absolutely gorgeous this man is?

Tim would learn from both you and his friend that your relationship wasn't as steady as it used to be. Over and over, you'd repeat that- "Brian was the sweetest guy." Or how you were, "sure that things would be fine in the end." At least, that's what you would say while you look at anything but the knowing burly man in front of you.

He felt guilty... so, so guilty for letting you slowly advance onto him. Tim wanted this- he wanted you however he could get it. Even though it was wrong. Your flirting slowly became more and more obvious, and your lips would look more and more desirable each day.

It was only after a few drinks and a bit of venting about Brian that you finally threw yourself at him.

"This seems to be taking a lot of energy out of you." Tim whispered to you, as if you two weren't the only people inside his house. You had a certain look in your eyes that he believed brought him to whisper in such a hushed tone. His breath catches in his throat as you peer at him with a look of an idea that he probably shouldn't participate in. It didn't help that during his late night fantasies, that was the first thing he'd think about.

Those eyes.

They'd stare him down while you pumped him in your fist, teasing him about how fast he was going to cum just from your absentminded stroking. Or the thought of them staring him down while he was on his knees, trying to make you feel good with nothing but his lips and his pretty pink tongue.

"You don't have to hide it anymore, Tim." You finally replied, and your fingertips slid over his knuckles before intertwining your hand with his. "You don't have to pretend to be interested, I know what you want."

He let out a low whine at what you were suggesting, and he nodded his head real slow.

"Please?"

☆☆☆

"That feel good Tim?"

Oh God it did. It felt so good, so much better than he thought it would. Your hand was stroking him so fast- too fast. Every time your fist encased his tip his thigh twitched, causing it to look like it was shaking uncontrollably.

"P-please! Ohhh God-"

You cooked your head to the side, and your other hand come up to his throat to angle his head upwards so you could suck on his throat while you pumped him.

"Please what?" You whispered, and you bit on the meat of his shoulder, suddenly focusing on his tip.

"Don't stop! Don't stop- please!"

His mouth was hung open in a low groan as you bit him, his cock aching in your hands as you thumbed his drooling slit, causing more pre to rush out.

Can someone finish this for me 😭

[sister-lucifer]

THIS ONE THIS ONE THIS ONE PLZPLZ

HAHA HERES A FUN ONE

glad to see everyone getting so excited

so reader’s basically the new guy on the team, right? they’re kinda nervous, a bit skittish, just overall a bit pathetic. they get the work done, but masky can’t stand the way they act, and it doesn’t help that hoodie babies them a bit.

one day when masky and reader are left alone for a bit too long, an argument breaks out. masky yells at reader for acting like such a pussy, and reader bites back that all masky does is bitch and complain about the work they and hoodie do. masky gets absolutely fucking pissed and cant stop himself from throwing a punch right into reader’s nose. there’s a crack and then blood starts gushing, but masky isn’t done. he grabs reader by the collar of their shirt and just starts going off on them, saying every degrading thing he can think of.

the issue?

reader is a huuuuge masochist, and being called a pathetic pussy isn’t helping. when masky notices their raging hard on he’s taken aback, yes, but doesn’t let go.

“don’t tell me you’re getting off on this shit?” he growls, “you really are a disgusting little sissy.”

“i-it really doesn’t help when you say things like that…!”

masky pauses, an unseen smirk spreading over his face behind the mask.

“…oh, this is gonna be fun.”

[artfilmaesthetics]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔟-𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯:

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔵 | 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯

redundantly, musical horror is a sub-genre of horror that includes musical elements, such as songs that are interwoven into the narrative of the film, as well as dance numbers

• Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) dir. Tim Burton

• The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) dir. Jim Sharman

• The Lure (2015) dir. Agnieszka Smoczyńska

• Little Shop of Horrors (1986) dir. Frank Oz

• The Phantom of the Opera (2004) dir. Joel Schumacher

• Corpse Bride (2005) dir. Tim Burton & Mike Johnson

• Phantom of the Paradise (1974) dir. Brian De Palma

• The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) dir. Henry Selick

[ladytauria]

trick or treat!!! 🎃🎃🎃

(and thank you for your comments on my lil drabbles!!!! i loved reading your tags & thoughts<3<3)

(<3 i'm glad! i love reading your stuff!! it's always so good! & ty for ur tags on mine, i appreciate them sm <33333)

this is a snippet from a wip i've been working on for... i think about a year now, lol. working title is "slipping tongues" & is v loosely inspired by that one panel, where jason calls himself "daddy" while defusing a bomb xD

i shared a slightly earlier snippet of it here~

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of all the things he could have said—

It’s all Tim’s fault. He’s been driving Jason crazy all night. It’s Jason’s fault, of course, for agreeing to Tim’s idea all those weeks ago in the first place. He’d been complaining, again, about his nights at the lounge, and at the time… Well. He hadn’t seen how Tim playing as Hood’s arm candy could go wrong.

Big mistake.

He’d forgotten just how much effort Tim put into his undercover identities.

Or—

No, that wasn’t quite right.

Jason had been expecting Tim’s identity to cater to their audience. And in a way, it did. There was nothing threatening about his appearance, the act he put on. The amount of conversations that had taken place right in front of him, as if he wasn’t even there would be infuriating if it wasn’t playing right into their hands. But the appearance of the disguise…

That was tailored specifically to Jason.

Subtle makeup to soften his face; just enough padding to give him the illusion of curves. Small breasts, a black wig, just a bit longer than his natural hair—and jewelry to draw the eye from anything he couldn’t disguise. And—look, okay. Jason is biased. He thinks obsessive, 72 hours no sleep, wearing his rattiest clothes, caffeine-addled gremlin Tim is hot. This Tim? Dolled up in provocative outfits and sultry make-up? He’s a goner.

And Tim knows it. He walks a fine line, teasing just enough to drive Jason mad without also compromising his persona as Hood. It’s maddening… and hot as hell. Could anyone blame him, if maybe his brains were a bit addled? Or if maybe, just maybe, he wanted to turn the tables on Tim, even if just for a moment?

Jason doesn’t think so.

If Tim asks, Jason will tell him it was a slip of the tongue. He got too deep into the Hood headspace. Otherwise—they can just… forget about it. Pretend it never happened in the first place.

Yeah. That sounds good.

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Bets & Wagers, Sub Jason Todd, Dom Tim Drake, Bottom Jason Todd, Cock Warming, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Crying, Desk Sex, Tim Drake Doesn't Bet; He Invests, Jason Should Really Know Better Than to Underestimate Tim, It Works Out for Him Though, Multiple Orgasms, Anal Sex Summary:

Jason raises his eyebrows. "So we like… spar? And you'll what, let me fuck you if I win?"

"Sure. If you win." Tim smiles and a thrill goes up Jason's spine.

He shucks off his jacket and shoes before making his way to the mat. "It's a deal, then. Hope you won't regret it, Replacement."

Tim's teeth look strangely sharp under the Cave lighting when he says, "I'll try my best."

[namor-the-submariner-dot-net]

Monday MCU

by graphic artist Kelsey Brennan

Namor's cenote mural of the establishment of Talokan

by Tim Croshaw

Visitor's quarters cenote, plans and elevations.

by Tim Croshaw

Namor's cenote plan

by Peter Rubin

Namor's throne room backdrop, digital model.

"Memory as form is in essence the translation of emotions. Talokan is Namor’s memorial of the world he once knew at the end of its reign. The greatness he knew of Maya was from oral stories and written records and manuscripts such as the Codices and the Popol Vuh. Through Namor’s quest in memorializing Maya, the originality of Talokan became material. The architecture of Talokan is the physicality of memory, which lies in the gestures the structures adopted, while also managing the provocation of thought about the life and purpose of the structure itself, and care over the architectural spectacle. Spaces appear detached from both structural soundness and reality. Beyond merely shape and color, this world had to embrace the lack of a sense of direction and gravity. It encapsulated the illusion of suspension, a connection to environment, contemplation over stability and symmetry. For some, the more separated in time you are from a memory, the more subjective it becomes, and so the creative team followed this in form and structure." -- Hannah Beachler

This is all from a great article by the art director for Wakanda Forever, Hannah Beachler, for PERSPECTIVE The Journal of the Art Director's Guild.

Source

[detectibrarian]

batman: knightsend

dc house ad - 1995

[girluimfailing]

I see wattpad is still as nuclear waste as before