Tim Drake's Murder Shack #1 Hater

Will, They/He, DC blog, mainly the Robins and YJ

[battleraccoon]

[messi-mooni]

Some super lazy shitposts to take a break from worrying about anatomy o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

[noodles-and-tea]

A small Stephanie!!!

[podcastwizard]

are you ever about to put on a movie but you realize you don't really want to watch The Movie, you want to be eight years old on a rainy saturday, and under your favorite butterfly blanket, and mom made hot chocolate and popcorn with extra butter, and you're watching The Movie for the first time ever? what are you supposed to do then

[podcastwizard]

couple different options here

[bentennyon]

This is peak healthy masculinity

"You trust everyone and think everyone you've ever met is like, beautiful."

"Maybe that's the real punk rock."

[oneswordstyle]

Yuh

[imgaydontshoot]

i've seen azukiive over on tiktok do this with the batkids, and I love it so much i had to give it a try

[riskreward1]

Worked on this off and on all week, might’ve mis-colored stuff but whateva

The random stupid bullshit factory got blown up

[eecammm]

young just us

[illy-sion]

what's going on at the daily planet?! 🪐

[bobbinalong]

the sillies. @dcforgaza

[battleraccoon]

[ciricearts]

yaaay thanks for tagging me on this!!

[battleraccoon]

[basementexperiment]

Not very serious Kon doodles

[secretsdcblog]

Based on a conversation I had at work

Steph: How do you guys wanna be buried? Like funeral rites and stuff?

Steph: I wanna be cremated and have my ashes be turned into a diamond.

Duke: I haven't really thought about it. I guess a regular funeral?

Dick: Yeah. Same.

Steph, nodding: Safe choice. Jason?

Jason: Viking funeral

Cass nodding along: Same

Steph, high fiving them: Fuck yeah! Damian?

Damian: I simply wouldn't die. But in this hypothetical situation I would like to be cremated and have my remains put in one of those biodegradable urns so that I may become a tree.

Steph: Aww cute!

Damian, definitely not blushing: I will kill you myself, Brown.

Steph, quickly moving on: Tim? How about you?

Tim: Bog body.

[Everyone looks at him in various degrees of concern, shock and repulsion]

Jason: I beg your finest fucking pardon?

Tim, shrugging: Bogs preserve dead things really well. My parents were archaeologists. It's what they would've wanted.

[januariat]

read @vinelark's excellent timkon fic twice through and yelled at them on discord about superfam and the kon-clark relationship and absolutely had to draw something about it