not creative enough for this

Original post by @morallygrayautisticscientist here, this post was so funny I decided to draw it lol.

For those of you who joked about Stratt projecting her period cramps on Grace, I drew that too here.

Panel by panel below:

they don't know how to read and this makes them mean and dumb. also even though their meanness and dumbness are the result of poor education, they are still personal character flaws that deserve to be mocked.

they are responsible for wide scale censorship in schools and on social media. because, as we all know, children are famously politically powerful, never want to see horny or edgy content, and love it when books are banned in their school libraries.

they love to spread misinformation around so they can all armchair diagnose each other and act like they have learning disabilities in order to excuse their laziness about doing school work. obviously they are all liars and just need to just get their acts together and grow up instead of shirking responsibility for their actions like this.

they are uniquely cruel in comparison to past generations, and this is because of Phone. and also TikTok. no one has ever been cruel like this before.

but it's an entirely new level of tragic when somebody you've actually spoken to gets turned into a bot account. it's like peeking at a zombie apocalypse through the window and realizing one of the shambling corpses was your friend.

and then the zombie catches sight of you, lurches up to your window, and shouts through the glass that they accidentally reported your account to tumblr and you'll be deactivated unless you click this link.

if you get something like this ↑ they're gonna follow up by instructing you to contact tumblr support on discord and give you contact info; or they're gonna link a website that looks sort of like tumblr support and say you have to email them; or any variety of "you must now contact tumblr, here is how you contact tumblr."

whatever they send you, it Does Not lead to tumblr. it leads to the master zombie that bit them and inducted them into the ranks of the undead, and will bite you the second they have your email and password. i might be confusing zombies and vampires. anyway,

it's easier to fall for these messages because the blog doesn't LOOK like a bot blog, because it ISN'T a bot blog. it's a normal person's blog that got accessed by a bot, meaning the blog's content CLEARLY looks like a real active user when you click on it. and yes—it might even be a blog you already know. sometimes bots like this go down a blog's DMs or reblogs and message people they've previously interacted with.

Nightwing is Leo.

Jason is Rapha.

Tim is Donatello.

Stephanie is Mickey.

[Live Stream Starts]

Dick, sporting his typical Dick Grayson smile: Hey, everyone! Welcome back to Wayne Wednesdays! I've got all my sibs here with me—

Tim, already holding a mug of coffee: This is a terrible idea

Steph, leaning into frame with jazz hands: Wayne kids Unfiltered!

Damian, slumped into the couch and scowling: This is beneath me

Cass, smiling softly as she waves at the camera

Duke, shyly: I'm just here to keep the chaos to a minimum

[Behind them, Jason slowly slides into frame, standing creepily in the corner, arms straight at his side. He whispers low, barely audible for the camera]

Jason, eyes wide: I'm watching you

Chat EXPLODES:

"WHO IS THAT???"

"There's someone behind you!!!”

"Wayne Manor is haunted confirmed."

Steph, not phased as she reads a question: Favorite family vacation spot?

Tim, scrolling on his phone: Anywhere with functioning Wi-Fi

Damian, tone flat and bored: Anywhere far from Grayson

Dick, pulling Damian into a side hug with a grin: Anywhere with Dami!

Cass, signs "mountains" and Steph translates

Duke, brightly: Beaches! Sunlight's good for you Tim

[Jason drifts behind Tim, staring directly at the camera. Whispers again.]

Jason, creepily: I'm behind you

Chat loses it:

"WTF"

"Did Tim just not hear that???"

"Blink twice if you need help"

Tim, completely calm as he squints at duke: lies

Dick, excitedly: Next question! Who's the most dramatic Wayne sibling?

All at once: Dick.

Dick, gasping as he clutches at his chest: Betrayal. And on my own livestream.

[Jason slowly opens a cupboard behind them. It barely creaks. He whispers louder]

Jason, ominously with a blank expression: I'm here for your souls

Chat goes feral:

"WHAT IS HAPPENING."

"That's definitely a ghost."

"Why are they so chill???"

Steph, casually sipping from her drink: Don't be so dramatic Dick. Anyway, next one-favorite comfort food?

Duke: Pizza. Classic

Damian, making a disgusted face at Duke: Tt. Dolma

Cass, signs "ice cream" and Steph translates

(Jason then drags himself across the carpet with one arm like a mangled corpse)

Chat MELTDOWN:

"DICK HE'S RIGHT THERE."

"Why aren't they running???"

"Wayne Manor needs an exorcist."

Dick, ignoring: Lucky charms for me!

Damian, giving Dick a nasty side eye: A child's choice

Dick, pushing Damian away with a chuckle: Anywho, That's all the time we've got, folks! Thanks for hanging out with us tonight!

[A collective of goodbyes as the stream ends. Meanwhile the last thing chat sees is Jason crawling out of frame like a horror movie extra]

[Once the stream ends, everyone immediately bursts into laughter.]

Steph, gasping as she clutches he stomach: Oh my god—chat legit thinks this place is haunted. Jason that was drop dead hilarious

Tim, scrolling through his phone eagerly: You're even trending! #WayneHaunting, #GhostInTheManor, and—wow—#VictorianOrphanEnergy

Jason, leaning back against the wall smugly: Finally, recognition for my talents

Damian, deadpanning: You crawled across the floor like a deranged cockroach

Jason, shrugging: Fear is fear, demon spawn

Duke, chuckling: When you whispered "I'm here for your souls"? Half the internet probably fainted

Cass, signing quickly as Steph translates while laughing: She says you should've added rattling chains

Jason, mock-serious whisper: Next time

Dick, groaning into his hands, but clearly smiling: Bruce is gonna find out about this, and then he's gonna give the lecture

Jason, cocking a brow: About online safety? Or about pretending to be the spirit of a murdered Victorian child?

Tim, pretending to think: Both. Definitely both

Damian, sporting his own devious smirk: Although you do resemble a Victorian orphan

Jason, glaring the child down: Thank you, I do try

Cass, snorts into her hand

Tim, face back into his phone: Someone already edited you into The Conjuring. Sending the link.

he then proceeds to brother the fuck out of Tim behind Dick and Bruce’s back and when he dies, comes back, and finds Tim in his suit being trained and looked after by the Waynes, he isn’t mad at Tim for replacing him as Robin, but rather at Dick, for daring to steal his fucking kid.

Jason: are you shitting me?

Tim: Jason-

Jason: AFTER HOW SHIT OF A BROTHER HE WAS TO ME, AND YOU JUST LET HIM TAKE MY PLACE!?

Dick, never been more baffled in his life: how are you ali- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU TWO ALREADY KNEW EACH OTHER??!

Tim: Jason please, Dick wasn’t replacing you-!

Jason: PLEASE, TIMMY. I SAW YOU EATING ICE CREAM TOGETHER ON THE ROOF ACROSS FROM THE MEXICAN PLACE. THAT WAS OUR THING!

Dick: what the fuck is going on

Tim: Jason, just calm down a sec, we can talk about th-

Jason: NO FUCK YOU. IM GOING BACK TO THE DESERT.

Tim, watching Jason stomp off incredulously: what the fuck are you gonna do in a desert?!

Jason, flapping his hands and still storming away: M’ GONNA GO GRAB DAMIAN AND THEN WE’LL SEE WHOSE REALLY REPLACING BROTHERS, GOT IT ASSHOLE?

Tim:

Dick:

Tim, turning to Dick after Jason’s left: who the fuck is Damian?

Dick: i literally know nothing about anything that’s happened in the last twenty minutes, why would you ask me that?

~

*at the leagues compound*

Jason: *storms in*

Ra’s: dear god, he’s back.

Jason: *flips Ra’s off and silently storms over to where Damian’s colouring on the floor*

Jason: *swings Damian over his shoulder and turns to leave, still flipping Ra’s off one-handed*

Damian, disoriented: Akhi…?

Talia, not looking up from her book: make good choices, ensure he eats well.

Jason: *leaves with Damian*

Dick: when is it not?

You: cool, so... can i take a nap in the Batmobile while you guys nearly die?

Tim: are you seriously asking that?

You: look, everyone contributes based on their strengths. mine is... survival.

Damian: we all know that's definitely not Todd's area of expertise.

"Fine." Talia said, crossing her arms as Jason perked up. "I will fund it, and allow permission for the league to provide assistance with whatever you need to establish a base in Gotham. But," She added, raising an eyebrow. "You have to take your brother with you. I want him to experience Gotham and train under his father's tutelage. You can only go if you take him."

Delighted, Jason grinned and spun around to stare across the room at where Damian was sat, book in hand. Damian made eye contact with him, face blank in the face of his older brother's hopefulness.

"No." He told him dryly. Jason's face collapsed.

~

"C'mon, Dames! It will be fun! We can go sightseeing!"

"I'm. Not. Going."

"But Talia said I can't go if you don't come!"

"That's not my problem. Gotham is a shithole."

"But you'll get to meet your dad."

"I've gotten this far without Bruce Wayne imposing a curfew on me, I'm not giving that up now."

"But Damian-"

"NO."

"YOU'RE SO STUBBORN."

~

eventually jason bribes/drags damian along with him and damian is just. supremely pissed off about it. he's not usually Like This, he's actually usually quite an easy-going kid; but he is not happy about being forced to play along as 'son of the bat' just so jason gets to play crime lord and kill the joker, so he's mostly acting up in an attempt to get kicked out and sent back to the league. jason gets weekly voice messages from the poor kid just angrily ranting about how ridiculous it is that they haven't reached their limit with him yet.

"first thing i did when i got there was fully insult their beloved pennyworth and then start treating everybody like they were my servant, and then last night i legitimately tried to murder tim. you know what bruce did akhi? do you? he grounded me for a weekend. like what the fu-"

-

"i stabbed one of my classmates with a fork and dick took me out for fucking ice cream and told me it was ok to struggle with adjusting like what the fuck do i have to fucking do to get sent back to nanda parbat this is ridiculous. you know tim offered to teach me how to skateboard yesterday? i publicly tried to poison him last week and he does not care. i dunno what the fuck you did to him at titans tower but that little bitch is fucking immune to people trying to kill him. i overheard him and bruce talking about giving me robin. GIVING ME ROBIN- ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!?! WHY AM I BEING PROMOTED HERE? at this point i might just kill myself."

-

"Have you considered just playing happy family with them?" Jason asked him one night, during a phone call taking place while Damian was actively building a smoke bomb to set off in Dick's bedroom.

"Have you considered killing yourself and this time fucking staying there?"

"Sheesh." He snorted. "You're grumpy tonight."

"They're taking me to a fucking movie premier tomorrow. I'm gonna be on the red carpet."

"Oh shit what movie?"

"THAT'S NOT THE FUCKING POINT."