Tim: oh my god, Bruce let us keep this rat as a pet!! *shows her his phone* here's a picture.
Marinette: *scowls* thats me.
Tim: yeah! *grins*
Marinette: fuck you.
Here’s a picture of ma boi and my poor attempt at his future Batdog suit. I can’t draw a tactical belt so just assume it’s there.
katherine kane moodboard
the lust lust, the script list
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Darkwing duck looking himself up on the computer. He sees Negaduck behind with a chainsaw.
Darkwing: Hey Negaduck check out this cool artwork of me. I look so cool.
Negaduck is intrigued.
Negaduck: Huh what's about me?
Darkwing: ( types Negaduck in Google) Ok Negaduck. ( Starts laughing out loud).
Negaduck: ( Blushes) What I do not visit Myspace! That often. Well what about both of us duking it out proving to see who is the ultimate one!
Darkwing: Ok ok yeesh. Darkwing and Negaduck. ( He types both names in.)
Darkwing and Negaduck: ( pupils dilated)
Darkwing: Is that my-?
Negaduck: And is that my-?
Both: AAAAAAHHH.
😂 if there is something the internet taught us. You do not type in two characters names. You won't find them battling. 😂
On the bright side my appetite has fluctuated and Im actually eating better.
The webtoon said Tim was a coffee addict but it never stated he drank coffee so my dumbass’ first thought was ‘he must really like coffee scented shampoo’ for some reason
I don’t know how I got to that conclusion either
headcanon that damian slicks his hair back during patrols/missions and only has it down when he's being dami wayne; sweet summer child of billionaire playboy brucie wayne. tim thinks damian's lowkey copying him (nightwing had a mullet way before you even existed don't be ridiculous drake.) jon questions why he only lets his hair down when he isn't being robin and damian just shrugs and says "it's a better attempt at disguise than just wearing glasses"
jon can't tell if that's directed at him or his father and tbh he doesnt want to know
𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
@clucktales said: “ i can’t be a bad guy with no hero to stop me, bud. that’s your job. remember? ”
Fuck but that hurt.
His famous resilience was at least holding out, but the long gash along his side was a grim reminder that whatever in this world protected him could only go so far. Dragging in a sharp breath, he closed his eyes for a moment to regain his focus. Work through the pain. Get back up.
It was so hard to wrap his head around Jim being the one doing this. They’d been positive Jim had died. But here he was, in the flesh... and even more murder-y than Drake remembered.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Jim... you’re the one who keeps stabbing at me every time you see me.”
Sam: i thought you were dead!
Drake: i get that a lot.
