#ticking tim

[sillymultifandomgirly]

😧

[happynewyear-99]

[ouppypio]

watched chezzkids and only came up to one conclusion

[beetlejuice-fan-zone]

Every expression he makes is perfect 💚🖤🤍🖤💚

[dana-duchovny]

The real countdown clock is how long we have to wait until Eddie grabs Buck by the collar of his turnout jacket and slams him against the side of the fire truck

Right @kelbottumbles ? 😏

[ohgreat-moretapes]

Hey, you're the one who asked. Why the fuck would we lie to you? We aren't crazy. And quite honestly, I don't think you are entirely either. Shit happened to you and then you blocked it out. Is it so crazy to believe that someone from your past is back? Sure the eldritch part is wild, but dude, shit is fucking happening and the hooded man who hacked your account is speaking in codes for half of it.

Maybe trust in the people who were fully conscious when you ran into the woods with a mask on.

Listen, I'm trying really hard not to get locked up again here. I'll figure it out and I'm sure there's a logical, grounded-in-reality explanation for everything...

You're wigging me out talking like that...

-Tim

[violent138]

I love the idea that Bruce takes the Batfam on hikes outside of Gotham, and puts up with the arguing over who goes in what car, packs everyone's favourite snacks, will race with the other car if enough passengers in his egg him on. Bruce generally stays ridicuously quiet while the kids jabber enough to alert everything living in the woods near them but will weigh in once the kids debate who's strong enough to wrestle a bear, chime in on unsolved hiker cases, build fires, and carry anyone that gets tired, all while sneaking awful pictures of them.

[mamawasatesttube]

it shouldve been ives........... man.......

[orchestrel]

can’t let them know I’m feral for a man trying to figure out his place in the world

[mrmanbat]

Chat it’s mid December and you know what that means~

Batfam 2025 Halloween costume headcanons.

Alfred- Charles Carson. No one noticed.

Bruce- Dracula. Can’t beat tradition. (If tradition means Bruce being an emo shit.)

Kate- Wanda. From the marvel comics but specifically from WandaVision. Are you getting the vibe?

Helena- Joan of Arc. But like not slutty Joan of Arc. Helena would pull up in historically accurate battle armor. Go ahead and try to convince me I’m wrong.

Babs- it can only go one of two ways. Clifford, the big red dog, or Galinda. I think we both understand this on a spiritual level.

Dick- Dean from supernatural. That or Harley Quinn. Basically- ether something slutty or a greaser. Maybe both.

Jason- he goes as Luigi. Yk the healthcare ceo shooter? Take a moment to think about this bc I literally can’t list all the reasons this makes sense.

Steph- Jinx from Arcane. You can’t convince me she didn’t rope Duke or Tim into binging season 2 with her. (Cass was there willingly, no trickery involved.)

Cass- purge makeup. Bro doesn’t have the time to be creative. She does have a baseball bat with her so extra points for effort ig.

Tim- “think, think, brain blast.” No other comment.

Duke- green lantern. Same costume as last year. This bro also ain’t got the time to be creative.

Damian- he probably got invited to go trick or treating last minute so he just cuts out a ‘M&M’ from printer paper and taped it on a green sweatshirt.

(Ik I missed a few people. My bad, but I’m really tired and know next to nothing about Azrael or Maps. I’ve been meaning to read more of them but I’ve been unbelievably busy.

feel free to add characters -Batfam or not- in the comments or reposts or something, idk.)

[shirks-all-responsibilities]

I'm fkn hypnotized right now 😵🥴.

[horror-ful]

the indicator ticking in the final entry of mh is such a beautiful, poignant moment where a character is deciding his own future and we as the audience don't get to see what he chooses, what he's already chosen, just know that neither path is a happy ending

and the fact that it wasn't planned makes me insane

[ometochtli2rabbit]

MAYA:

13.0.12.8.7

wak[6] MANIK'/KIEJ [deer] - joj[5] POP

galactic tone: flow/ organic balance

sun sign: deer/black/west

be of service to others

NAHUA:

chicuacen[6] - MAZATL [deer]

Mictlantecuhtli | Tlaloc

chiquatli[barn owl]

lord of the night: Itztli

trecena[6]: Chantico

x: nahui[4] - tlaxochimaco

"The Wounded Deer (El Venado Herido)", Frida Kahlo, 1946

"Deer in Snow II', John Nieto

As today's symbol is the DEER, some songs that mention that sacred animal which is at times represented Mexico itself:

Sia: Deer in Headlights

Dionne Warwick: The Balance of Nature

Julie Andrews: Do-Re-Mi

Deer Tick: Main Street

The Guess Who: Runnin' Back to Saskatoon

Ellie Goulding: Love I'm Given

Lupe Fiasco: Mural

Neil Young: Old King & Fly By Night Ordeal

Crystal Castles: Doe Deer & Courtship Dating

Atmosphere: Deer Wolf

Alicia Keys: Show Me Love

Bon Jovi: Queen of New Orleans

The Dead Rabbitts: Deer in Headlights

Weezer: The British are Coming

System of a Down: Deer Dance

Alabama: Dixieland Delight

Foo Fighters: Back and Forth

Judy Collins: The Holly and the Ivy

Genesis: In the Wilderness

Slim Whitman: By the Waters of Minnetonka

Van Morrison: Snow in San Anselmo & When Heart is Open

George Strait: She's Playing Hell Trying to Get Me to Heaven

Halsey: Letter to God (1974)

Tim McGraw: Indian Outlaw

Deltron 3030: Madness

R.E.M.: Man-Sized Wreath

Paul Simon: Virgil

Alice in Chains: Love Song

Elvis Presley: Wild in the Country

Elton John: American Triangle & The Captain and the Kid

Johnny Cash: One Way Rider

Janet Jackson: Luv

Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers: Time to Move On

The Rolling Stones: Terrifying

The Doors: The Soft Parade

Tori Amos: Home on the Range (Cherokee Edition)

Iggy Pop: Instinct

Paul McCartney & Wings: Mull of Kintyre

Cab Calloway: Angeline

Nirvana: I Hate Myself and I Want to Die

Queen: My Fairy King

Billie Eilish: LUNCH

Lana Del Rey: Blue Banisters

Dolly Parton: My Tennessee Mountain Home

Joan Baez: All in Green, My Love Went Riding & Geordie & Blessed Are... & Lady Gay

[ilkkawhat]

between what i shared earlier and what i am sharing below...i was so close to almost hitting 1000 words today...amazing what a cup of coffee with a cousin you haven't really connected with before and/or healing from a terribly stressful weak with a climaxed migraine the day before can do to charge your creative outlet...

He foolishly thought he was finally a step ahead, using his newfound power to project himself into New York, a playground he was familiar with. This wouldn’t turn out like Night Springs did, he had a better understanding of the rules. This dart was finally landing on the board and at first, he felt like he hit a bullseye.

Until he woke up in the talk show studio. Until he saw himself on a television, in the Writer’s Room and rambling like crazy. Until he stumbled into that alleyway, confronted by the fictional character he’d done nothing but torture for a full series before sentencing him to his death…and again, as he watched that character die slumped in a pool of his own blood. A murderous shadow stalking him through the streets, with a voice that sounded eerily similar to his own. 

And that was all before he took a downward staircase that somehow led him up to a rooftop.

It had been nothing but a nightmare, but there were pockets of light he was able to hide in, if only to catch his breath. Ragged, hard. Nonsensical, because this body was fictional too, and every time he thought about that his head hurt just a little more. 

What was that stupid breathing exercise Barry once tried to get him to do before his first appearance on a talk show? He still remembered cringing as Barry gripped his hunched shoulders, whispering affirmations to him in the midst of the surprise panic attack that he felt he was above having, short exhaling puffs of anger expelled through his nostrils but Barry advised him to open his mouth, feel the air…Two seconds in, two seconds out. Two seconds in, two seconds out, until it makes the shape of a—

Box. Box breathing.

He remembered how he had tried and failed to lighten the mood with a snippy jab at his agent and best friend, sarcastically feigning that he didn’t understand and asking if he meant “beat boxing” instead. But he also remembered how it helped, and how he was able to just flip a switch as he walked onto the stage and wowed the nation. 

He was trying that exercise again, but was interrupted by a new sound slicing through the howling, growling wind of the city that blew him to the ground. 

Humming. A familiar tune, he but he couldn’t place the name. 

He emerged from his safe haven, waved his flashlight to dispel the shadows as he traced the sound. It got stronger when he saw a piece of yellow tape flapping in the cold wind, and that’s when he realized this voice was unfamiliar to the ones he had heard so far; it wasn’t the oddball janitor, wasn’t the actor-slash-character interviewed by the over-jovial talk show host who he might have liked to watch at a different time in his life, and it wasn’t even himself. 

So who was it?

“Hello?” he asked as he followed the tape up a flight of stairs, pushed a door that was already slightly ajar open further to find a mirror of the sanctuary he just left, except there’s no coffee and shoebox; rather pizza and suitcases. The room felt warm, basked in an orange glow. Instinctively, he wanted to flee as he registered the uniformed man standing in front of a blank whiteboard, holding his chin deep in thought. Still humming. 

“Uhm…hello?” Alan asked nervously.

“What the hell?” the man broke his humming, spun around and shined his flashlight and gun in Alan’s face. Alan raised his hands, dropped his own flashlight just as the unnamed Sheriff lowered his weapon. “Sorry, you scared the daylights outta me…Not that I’ve even seen daylight in this place…” 

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, Sheriff—?”

“Breaker. Tim Breaker.”

That named sounded familiar…vague memories of a woman with a good heart who just tried to help him, even when he wasn’t completely honest with her…a pang of guilt, having forced Barry to keep her away. 

“—Sheriff Breaker, but…are you real?”

“Well, uh, I hope so?” Tim chuckled awkwardly. “Could ask you the same thing, Mr…?”

“Wake. My name’s Alan Wake, I’m a writer.”

“Yeah, I…know who you are. Everyone does. But you…you disappeared years ago. How did you end up here? Wherever ‘here’ is…”

He could tell the truth. Tell this Sheriff how he dove into a lake to save his wife, after she was held hostage and he had to write a story that almost destroyed the town of Bright Falls, and now he was trying to write another story to get him out of this nightmare realm, and this man could very well be just another character that he’s made up, making a cameo in Initiation or maybe just another trick the Dark Place is playing on his mind. More bait to make him think that he has a chance to escape. 

But something about Tim Breaker seemed…more genuine than he could ever write up. 

[seud-luachmhor]

[whalehouse1]

Tim, absolutely being done with everything that day, stares straight into Poison Ivy’s eyes and takes out a salad, “Not ethically sourced, pesticides all over it, non recyclable container and I hate cucumbers,” takes out the cucumbers and stomps on them as he tears into the salad as Bruce and Damian hold back Ivy who is willing every plant in Gotham to strangle this kid.