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"Oh my god, that's fanart for my ship!" And its one of them killing the other so violently it may as well be gore
getting my iud today so i’ll be out of commission lol
So i'm doing a list of "Things Teen Titans Go Robin knows about" and so far I have:
•Health Insurence
•Taxes
•How to buy a rental property
•Why trees are taller or larger
•Acrobatics
•Mixed martial arts
•Ninja combat and techniques
•Machinery (example, how to build complex machines, fix them, and change their programming or components effectively, as seen when he made a size changing machine all by himself in Body Adventure, S1)
•Scams (how to identify them and how to do them. This includes pyramid schemes)
•Concealing
•Common Core Math and normal math
•Trademarks (and Trademark Trolls)
•How to cook (and he does so extremely well as seen in Thanksgiving S2)
•What a 401k is
•Dancing
•How to drive a motorcycle and a plane (and iirc, a car too)
•How to buy a car
If anyone knows other stuff lmk so i'll add them to the list!
Or How Far They Must Go
Needless to say, moving in with the Titans might not have been his best choice so far. It was better than staying in his shitty apartment, sure, but that’s comparable to being excited about cooked chicken. Working windows and no more rat problems, everyone say hooray for Kid Flash.
Sure, not sweating to death is nice, but the actual rules here might kill him instead. Here’s the thing no one tells you when you go from solo to a team hero: the benefits are great but good god are there regulations. Building codes, costume rules, and most importantly, a dating ban. Making his current situation more than a little difficult. Why do only the Titans have this stupid rule?
Probably because of Robin, he thinks to himself as he takes out the trash. Again. For the second time this week. How do 6 people make this much trash? Wally sighs to himself. The dumpster smells like, well, hot garbage, and the bag is heavy enough to make him reconsider that weekly lifting session offer. Lifting it over his head, he dumps it unceremoniously into the team’s dumpster before slamming the door shut. That’s his last job. For today, that is.
Tired, sweaty, and overall done with the day, he mopes his way around the side of the tower and keys in. Thank goodness for keypads, he thinks, smiling to himself. Maybe it’s the little things that count. The rush of cool air envelops him as he steps in. His sigh matches up with the whoosh of the automatic doors and Kid Flash gets in the elevator.
Air conditioned, no shitty jingle, and working buttons. He could definitely get used to this. A buzz sounds off in his pocket.
-TTGC!-
Star: I believe it is in the right cabinet.
Raven: Does he know left from right?
Robin: Found it!
-New Message-
Robin: *image file*
Wally rolls his eyes before putting his phone back in his pocket and walking out of the elevator doors. It’s a picture of him playing around with that same stupid birdarang prototype he was looking for earlier. Suddenly, despite himself, he finds his footsteps headed in the direction of that same workstation a certain somebody loves to toy around with.
The door is wide open, not too uncommon for the tower, but definitely rare for Robin. He’s laid across his chair, fidgeting with the wings of the dull prototype and muttering to himself. It appears that he’s focused on the hinge, moving the wings in and out and back in again, mimicking a slow motion version of the weapon deploying. Wally smiles softly, even though he’d never admit it, and leans against the door frame.
In and out, in and out, he continues on until, suddenly, Robin sits up and starts taking the prototype apart. Reaching for spare parts and tools and anything he can get his hands on, in that same way Kid is weirdly fond of. He watches those bare, dirty hands work and delicately tinker with those fragile mechanisms. Agile fingers twist screwdrivers and pull apart hinges until the man’s seemingly satisfied and the wings go back in once again. Somehow, Robin deploys it again. A fraction of a second faster than it used to be.
“I know you’re there,” A scratchy voice pulls Wally out of himself and back into the world.
“And?” He shoots back with a chuckle, just a little too fast for the average human being.
“Are you planning on watching like a creep or getting something done?”
“Probably watching like a creep. I was a good boy, I already did all my chores,” Wally says, giggling to himself.
“What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know, what do you think?” He keeps smiling to himself. When Robin glances over his shoulder, he looks Kid up and down before turning back around, unimpressed. Suddenly his smile dims a little. Until he gets an idea, that is.
Swaying his hips and softening his steps, he walks up until his stomach brushes the back of Robin’s chair. Then, unceremoniously, Kid Flash plants his face into that soft black hair and wraps his arms around a pair of broad shoulders. Robin smells like grease and shitty cologne- overall gross in a way that maybe only Kid likes. The muscles of his arms move with a calculated, delicate power as he continues to work on that prototype, now seeming to focus on something with its shape.
“You know you’re in my way, right?” Ice is sent down Wally’s spine.
“Sorry,” he mutters before planting a small kiss on the crown of Robin’s head and turning to leave.
“Hey,” a soft call lures him to turn back around. A chaste kiss is pressed to his lips and he sighs.
“I’ll be back for you later,” whispers a scratchy voice into his ear. Wally nods, then, as usual, walks out the door and back to his room.
hello welcome back🥹🥹🥹🥹
hello🥹🥹
it’s so nice to be back omg
What is Roy doing there 😭🙏
Hii!! I have a possible(?) add on to the lore dump about Robin? Robin seems really good or at least decent at drawing. In season eight, episode two, The Great Holiday Escape, at 5:55 (at least for the service I watch it on) Robin can be seen drawing on Santa’s arm with ketchup about their plan to escape. The drawings look… a little too good for ketchup. 😰 LMAO. And In “Obinray”, the pig Latin episode, for a more canon(?) example—at like 15:11 you can see him trying to figure out what they’re saying/the language in his notes. He has a little doodle/headshot of himself next to it and it actually looks pretty cute. I know there are a lot more of examples of Robin clearly knowing how to draw but I cannot remember them. 💔
I don’t know if this is adequate to be added to the lore spreadsheet but I just wanted to mention it!! I know this could be taken as it’s just the animators/writers drawing that, since TTG has multiple episodes acknowledging the fourth wall and the fact it has writers, but in-universe I think it could be taken as Robin knowing how to draw. :)
THANK YOU FOR BEING MY ONLY NONBOT ASK
added to the file thank you pookie🫶
i might redo it actually it’s kinda ads
let's be hedgehogs with mama
i’m making ttg labubus now and you cannot stop me
hi guys i’m back from my hiatus but ill be on a much gentler posting schedule, i just left my actual irl cult a couple of months ago so ive been busy with that whole thing. also there will be a new Greyhounds chapter soon i promise (totally didn’t hate the draft and delete it and am currently rewriting it what)
Raven supports Israel
Beast Boy is an anti vaxxer
What the fuck are Robin, Starfire and Cyborg up to?
Robin is fiscally conservative
i just got ghosted by the most evil situationship of all time i just need everyone to know that this next chapter is gonna hit so fucking hard
are aqualad and speedy ever on screen together at any point in teen titans go asking for a friend
they actually are!!! during both parts of Flashback and in The Viewers Decide
writing is so hard but also it’s all i’m doing
i think robin has puppets that aren’t the titans for funsies
like he has a little worm one or something that he just plays with
is this a challenge hulu.
going to be away for spring break, but worry not, i scheduled posts
No Matter How Mean
No wonder Barry always hated the Justice League retreats. He always thought it was a free vacation, but nope. It’s a torturous exercise in forced bonding mixed with an odd sense of corporate stuffiness.
Supposedly this “camp” for young heroes is meant to build community. So far the only thing that’s building is tension, sexual and otherwise. Especially between him and a certain other sidekick turned solo hero. Who decided a bunch of super-powered teens would be good candidates for a stay in cabins?
Apparently Batman. Well, the Justice League in general, but Batman is Wally’s least favorite member so he’s going to blame him. Speaking of things he blames Batman on, he’s been put in the Titans’ cabin. They’ve improved in cleanliness over the years, thank god, but it’s still hard to sleep on his bunk bed when all he hears is snoring and mechanical whirring.
On the second of three nights, he can’t take more of the noise. He has to go outside and clear his head. So he gets out of his bed, puts on his hard soled slippers, and slips into the night. He can’t get over the silence of nights here. There’s no buzzing, just crickets. No wind. It feels wrong.
Too dry, too quiet, too many stars. He sits on the porch. A line of ants pass by him on their way into a tiny hole in the wood walls. He watches them, all in a line trying to find something. Who knows if they’ll ever reach it. The cabin doesn’t seem to have an infestation.
The forest here is dense, untouched in a way he hasn’t seen before. The campgrounds are the only dent made in this area. How did they even get here? The hill this cabin sits on makes it easy to see the area, but the exit is still unknown. He can never get over how different California is, even after living here off and on for a while.
The rusty screen door creaks open and the crickets go silent. He looks up only to see Robin. In a pair of pajama shorts and an old t-shirt, they’re basically matching except for Robin’s lack of shoes. He’s somehow still wearing his mask, even in the mushy hours of the night.
“Wassup?” Wally says, fully not prepared to speak.
“Checking up on ya,” Robin mumbles. He doesn’t seem ready either. He sits down right next to Kid, closer to the porch’s support pole. Leaving the ants to crawl. Kid can’t stop watching them, even as a hand graces his waist. He leans into a hard shoulder and a wave of exhaustion covers him.
“How do you sleep with them?”
“Pills, mostly. But that’s how I sleep in general,” Robin graces him with a low chuckle, voice less shrill and more raspy in the tired night. It fills his heart with an odd warmth, spreading to his cold fingers.
“That’ll do it,” he says, quietly laughing along with him. “Thank god neither of us have to sleep in the same room as them 24/7. I’ve gotten my fill of it.”
“Tell me about it. We don’t go on road trips for a reason.” He says, hand gently massaging Wally’s waist.
“Mhm. Any other reasons?”
“Too many hookups”
“Like you’re above that,”
Robin giggles in response. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard it. Not like this. There’s nothing to impede it, nothing that makes him hold it back. A short, joyful, tinkling giggle. It’s wonderful.
“Okay, you’re right, but still. Just not a good idea. You should join the team. We’d like to have you,”
Wally turns to look at the other man’s face.
“We? Do you mean I?” He says with a sly smirk.
“Maybe I. Maybe we. Who am I to decide?” Robin replies before pressing a kiss to Kid’s temple. His lips are warm. The cool air nipping at his face is no match for them. A small smile graces his face, unburdened for the first time in this trip.
“I think you’re the main guy to decide, mister leader.” Wally replies before yawning. He hears Robin chuckle next to him. “Hey, I’m allowed to be tired…”
“And I’m allowed to laugh,”
“Fuck you,”
“Sounds like a plan.” He says with another laugh. That’s the most he’s ever heard in a row. What’s gotten into him?
“You’re horrible,”
“You don’t seem to mind.”
“I wish I did,”
“I’m not a genie, Kid,” he says, looking down the hill. “But I sure can try.”
“You don’t need to try just yet. Wait until the morning.” Kid mumbles, leaning into Robin’s chest. It’s softer than his shoulders, but still feels less like a person and more like the cabin walls.
“I’ll wait until morning,” Robin whispers as Wally’s eyes finally close.
He wakes up in his bed, somehow. The morning sun drifts through the transparent curtains, shining into his eyes with the wrath of a mad dog. He pulls the covers over his face. Regardless, a finger taps his shoulder. He groans and lifts his head just enough to see over the comforter.
He’s met with a smiling tanned face framed by bright pink hair.
“It is the morning! You must awake, or miss the breakfast.” Starfire chirps, clearly not as tired as him. She’s already in her suit, for gods sake. He mumbles unintelligible mush at her, and she just giggles.
“Please come, friend Kid Flash. It will be the delicious. Today is pancakes!”
“My one weakness…” He says with a yawn as he gets out of bed. He puts on flip-flops this time, making his way out the door and down the hill to the dining hall with her. Out of all the Titans, she may be his favorite. Her eternal smile soaks up the light and dark equally like a black hole. Starfire has never felt real, never mean or selfish in the way of others. Maybe it’s the way of her people, maybe it’s just her.
He doesn’t want it to change either way. The grass crunches under his feet. The longer blades scratch at his toes, hard and grey from a lack of rain. The clouds have started to cover the sky. Maybe the grass will turn green again.
The lights in the dining hall have always been too bright. He remembers when he was still a sidekick and he came here for some Justice League thing. Robin wasn’t there that time. He’d already broken things off with Batman. He’s here now, sitting in the middle of all the Titans. There’s two open seats: one across from him and one next to him.
He’s barely got two feet in the door before Star beelines for the seat across from Robin. Noticing their entrance, he pats the seat next to him. There’s already pancakes on his plate. He smiles to himself as he walks to their table.
When Wally sits down, a hand softly places itself on his thigh. He feels the blood rush to his cheeks. Robin continues talking to everyone, so he acts like nothing happened and begins eating. The pancakes aren’t bad, but they aren’t really good either. They taste like cardboard and butter while being just fluffy enough to not feel like rubber. Leave it to the League to fuck up pancakes.
They get shoveled into his mouth regardless. He has to eat to keep up with the speed his body runs at, after all. He can’t afford to skip meals. When he tries to get seconds, he finds his plate taken out of his hands. Looking up, he sees a pair of green gloves holding it.
“How much do you want?”
He smiles.
“Whatever you think is good for a guy that has 5 meals a day,” Kid answers with a hint of a laugh.
Watching him walk up to the buffet makes the rest of the table’s conversation disappear.
The third day is just breakfast and getting out of there. So when Robin asks him to help get their stuff to the car while the Titans mingle, he can’t say no.
Walking down, he notices that Robin put his hair in a small ponytail instead of spiking it. How did Wally miss that? Now that he’s seen it, though, he’s gonna use it to his advantage. He flicks it with a finger when Robin spends too much time looking at the trees and not enough looking at him.
“What was that for?”
“Attention,” He replies with a smirk.
“You suck,”
“You swallow,”
“Wanna find out?”
All his blood goes to his face. Maybe he does. The handles he’s holding feel slippery all of the sudden, and everything is heavier. He doesn’t look at Robin until they get to the car.
The drive back is so uneventful that his heart aches. Cyborg drives, Beast Boy controls the music, and the rest sit in various seats. Nobody takes the middle this time. Instead, Robin sits in the very back with him, taking the opportunity to gently squeeze his thigh again.
It’s almost mean the way he caresses Wally. The way he seems to love him wordlessly. It’s the work of a higher power out to get him, he’s sure of it. They can’t talk, not here. The most they can discuss is the weather. Not them, not last night, not the walk to car. Maybe it’s for the best.
Once again, he falls asleep on Robin’s shoulder.