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[creature-lala]

I finally escaped from the clutches of the rogues long enough to make some batfam doodles

The first drawing was inspired by this panel from fear state I think? Or the cowardly lot not sure

It was so cute I had to draw it hehe

[hagihino]

[hagihino]

[bruce-wayne-enjoyer]

Batlantern goes public only when there's a ring on someone's finger and the house has been drilled thoroughly on how to survive whatever interrogation that Gotham believed they were entitled to

Well, Bruce Wayne has been vocally taken (happily, might he add) for years now. The only difference was that there's a name and face for this elusive partner

Hal was prepared for an onslaught of privacy infringement and maybe some cruel comments from Gotham's more conservative blocs

What he doesn't anticipate is Gotham's people... liking him??????

The first time he goes out with the kids in broad daylight since his identity came out, street vendors are flocking to him, all mesmerized by him. Someone is pushing free food into his hands and snaps at him for trying to take out his wallet. ("Bah! I'll take it out of your husband's pocket. He's paying for all my girls' colleges anyways.")

He makes polite talk to old grannies in Damian's school, and they make a point to just gush about how Hal is everything the late Thomas and Martha would love for their boy, and absolutely thrilled about the equally unhinged glint in his eyes, reminiscent of their late lady darling's unhinged passion for the arts and the family

Dropping by Wayne Enterprises is a whole new thing. Lucius drags him down to Engineering, letting him take over, talking about the transport tech and efficiency. Hal is always looking over his shoulder to make sure people didn't think of him like a know-it-all, because he knew how much Bruce cared about his co-workers. But no, everyone in the room, interns and senior managers, were all lighting up at the prospect of meeting this incredibly brilliant and seemingly mundane-looking Mr. Jordan-Wayne to be

Hal is about 93% confused and sure that common people with half a brain were just being nice to make up for the slander that he and Bruce must be getting from the elite class.

But nope! Even the high class of Gotham are keeping their comments on the surface of decency.

Hal brings it up to Alfred at some point when the suspense becomes too much, and god knows the kids won't tell him anything.

"They're... relieved. The city is relieved by your identity, sir," the butler patiently explained.

"Relieved?"

"Well, the last two times Master Bruce appeared on the verge of marriage, it was to the heiress of Gotham's criminal underbelly, and the leading lady of an entire death cult organization. Knowing that their prince is marrying, well, a test pilot from across the country, is remarkably tame."

"...well, they're in for a ride then if they find out I'm a Green Lantern!"

[narrows eyes at him]

"Sorry."

[writingishellandiamhereforit]

Damian: Why are there several of you here? Kon Kent, shrugging: Dunno. Wally West: Dick invited me. Roy Harper, holding a sleeping Lian: Jason said something about family dinner. Jon Kent: You said we were doing something. Hal Jordan: Bruce said we should come over, also about a family dinner. Selina Kyle: Right. Damian, looking over his shoulder, shouting: YOUR GAYS ARE HERE! Tim was first: Kon, you made it! Kon: Yeah, Jon made sure I did. Jon: You're welcome! Jason was second: My gay? What about your little thing with superboy two? Damian: Shut up! Roy: Hey baby. Jason: Sup? Damian: Gross, gross gross. Go away. Jason, cackling: You got it, baby bird. Bruce was third: Don't call them that, Damian. Damian: You are the only person here who took offense to that. Hal is literally gay, and Selina is Bi. You're a pansexual mess! Hal: He has a point, Spooky. Selina: Leave the kid alone, bat. He's having fun. Bruce, sighing: Right, right. Dick was last: Wally! You're on time. Wally: Why was everyone invited here? Dick: It's a yearl- Damian: It's pride month, idiot, Alfred has a huge feast for the start of Pride Month to assure to the family that he loves us and supports us unconditionally. Dick: That. We're to invite our partners for it too. Jon: Even if someone in the family is straight, like Duke, Alfred loves to make sure he invites his partners. Damian: I think Duke actually came out as Bi? Jon: Did he? Congrats to him. Unlucky he's single though. Damian: Whatever. Alfred: Come on, now, boys, dinner is ready. Damian: Thank you Pennyworth. Jon: Happy Pride Month everyone!

[haveihitanerve]

BatLantern but its Depresso but like technically Happy where Bruce and Hal fall in love off camera and its cute and perfect and they have Problems but they solve them together and are in Love and Marry

And the kids dont know. Because they dont live at home anymore, because they are just getting to a point where them and Bruce have semi stable and good relationships and he just doesnt want to be That Guy to introduce a step father, so he doesnt.

Hal understands completely and the kids arent around that much anyway so its fine. (Plus he has Damian and Duke because naturally, those guys live with him)

Anyway then Bruce dies. Not dramatically, not for any one reason, its not relevant to the plot. But he dies.

And the batkids are left reeling from the grief- and so is Hal- but it was expected or whatever and they plan the funeral and they make arrangements for Damian and Duke to move in with Dick and

Day of the funeral everyone shows up except they forgot to go pick up Damian and Duke

And then Hal frickin Jordan walks in with them and just stands there quietly during the speeches and everything and says nary a word

Until the end, when the batkids finally turn on him and demand to know why he felt like he could intrude.

And Hal sighs so very deeply and whispers an apology under his breath before he states, quite calmly and firmly, “I am Bruce’s husband.”

They dont believe him at first, but when it’s obvious its no longer a bit for the plot, they get mad.

The worst part isnt that Bruce didnt tell them. The worst part is that somehow- Hal became the legal guardian of Duke and Damian.

And theyre willing to put up with a lot- but they wont let him take their brothers.

[freshlywashedjeans]

bruce realizing that being a parent means that you have absolutely nothing for yourself. children do not understand personal space and privacy.

dick gets scared at night and he wants to sleep in bruce's bed. fine. dick realizing that bruce has the best bed in the house and playing his games in there, scaring the shit out of him when he goes to take a nap? unexpected. dick thinks bruce's sandwich looks better than his, even though alfred made them the exact same sandwich? dick takes a bite out of his sandwich. and not a little, dainty bite--half of his fucking sandwich, chomped. and dick's just happily chewing away, like bruce hasn't been left with scraps.

dick steals bruce's clothes because they're cooler. he looses all of bruce's socks because he likes to wear them in the winter. bruce will be talking work calls in his office and dick will just barge in to do cartwheels in the corner. the worst though, is when bruce is in the BATHROOM, and dick decides that he needs to talk to bruce right then and there about some inane shit and he just BARGES IN and bruce puts his foot down. he beams a toilet paper roll at dick's head sending the poor boy right out the door.

he's mortified. and he feels really guilty about throwing a toilet roll with enough force to kill a grown man at his child's head.

dick takes it in stride through and just talks to him through the door.

bruce is so happy when jason prefers to stay in his own room or the library. the boy prefers his own, clothes too, and he doesn't really share food. and even though he knows jason's hangups are for entirely different reasons, bruce is privately relieved. at least he doesn't have to share his things with dick AND jason, lol

[brucedefender4eva]

Having an argument, and Bruce is trying to offer advice

Tim, sarcastically: Thank you so much, autism central, I think I’ll take it from here

Bruce, stunned: What the fuck?? This is friendly fire!

——

Hal: Gotta say, I love your Dad’s big naturals *makes squeezing motions with hands*

Cass, slowly turns around with horror etched on her face: What

Hal: *snaps picture* Lock Screen *flees before he gets stabbed*

——

Damian, his face very serious and stoic: Father, this mortal shell that I am bound by requires… *takes a deep breath* huggies

Bruce, trying so hard not to laugh: Did your brother teach you that? *pulling Damian into his arms*

Damian, satisfied yet slightly embarrassed look on his face: Yes, Richard said it was the best way to gain physical affection from you

Bruce: You just have to ask baby, maybe not like that, though, you sound pained

——

Bruce, watching Hal from afar: Hrn…

Dick: You’re so in love with him it’s redonkulous

Bruce, pleading softly: Please don’t say the word ‘redonkulous’ to me right now. I can’t handle it

——

Bruce: It’s a no, you guys, and nothing you say is going to change that. I’m putting my foot down

Duke: What if we kidnap Jason every night this week and force him to come to the family dinner

Bruce: …I’m picking my foot up

——

Hal: *saying something without thinking*

Bruce: *looking up at the cameras with a deadpan expression like he’s in The Office*

——

Alfred: I made beans and toast for breakfast. Later, I will make a meal with mushy peas

Bruce, who has traveled the entire world, has had all kinds of cultural food, and hates bland British food: Ooo yum… *strained smile*

Alfred: *nods and walks away*

Steph: That was a little flat, B man

Bruce: Shut up… whatever makes Alfred happy

Damian: I’m glad you share the same taste palette as me, Baba

Duke: What if we sneak out to go get some food? Like, actual food

Dick: I’m down

Jason: Well, let’s fucking hurry before he comes back!

——

Bruce: Let me in there! I’ll do the surgery myself, I’m medically trained!

Nurse: You are not a doctor, Sir-

Bruce: I said medically, not legally!

——

Bruce: Oh, light of my life… get the fuck down from the fridge

Duke: But there’s so much space up here!

——

Bruce, coming back from doctors due to multiple fractures in his leg and a concussion: The clinician is calling it “trauma” or something

Bruce: Don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about

Bruce: I’m as spring as a spry chicken

Jason, driving him back from the doctor's appointment: It’s as spry as a spring chicken

Bruce: That’s what I said?

——

Bruce, walks into the study: ?

Steph, crying her eyes out: Wahhh!

Cass, comforting her: The delivery driver knows her by name. Asked if he’d be back tomorrow

Bruce: Ah, painful

——

Dick, who has frequent hallucinations: Everyone hal-nutes people

Alfred: First of all, it is hallucinates

Alfred: Secondly, no

Bruce, who also has frequent hallucinations: Hmm… I dunno, I think we should hear him out

——

Hal, bringing Bruce coffee: Here you go, babe

Bruce, smiling softly: Thank you, love *presses a soft kiss to his cheek* This is just what I needed

Hal, flustered and smiling dopely: Uh huh, no problem-

Damian, tugging on Bruce’s sleeve: Baba

Bruce: Hi, baby, how are you? *kissing Dami's cheek*

Damian, all smiles at Bruce: I’m good, Baba, I just wanted to see you

Damian, glaring at Hal over Bruce’s shoulder: Get the fuck away from him, he’s mine

Hal, sweating: …

——

Dick: Dad, please sit the fuck down!

Jason: Are you trying to sneak off somewhere? You know we can’t allow that

Tim: Seriously, Bruce, you’re just aggravating your wounds

Bruce: You guys are being dramatic

Bruce: I was lightly tossed over the hood of a car. I’m not invalid

Steph: Don’t say it like that! You got run over!

——

Bruce: I can’t just not give the kids in the alley joyrides in the Batmobile

Bruce: They’ll riot

Alfred: Master Bruce, they’re children

Bruce: They’re Gotham children. We're an entirely different breed. You wouldn't understand

Jason: That’s true

Steph: I support this message

——

Dick, coming in from outside: Hi Ace, did ya miss me!

Ace, running past Dick to Bruce excitedly: Woof!

Dick: Hurts every time

Bruce, petting Ace: You can’t really blame him, he’s my dog, Birdie

Dick: Still

——

Bruce, at a restaurant eating: Oops *accidentally drops napkin*

Patrons: *scrambling to grab it, either to keep it for themselves or give it back to Bruce*

Bruce: *sigh* This happens every time

——

Cass, appearing with a chip hat with one half full of guacamole and the other salsa: Dad

Bruce, half asleep because it’s 1 am: Oh my gosh, I was just dreaming about this

Bruce: You know me so fucking well, I love you so much, princess

——

Stuck in traffic

Bruce, overstimulated from being honked at: Jaylad

Jason: Yea?

Bruce, at his breaking point: Go find the motherfucker who's been honking at me and shoot him point-blank range, please

Jason, scared: O-oh…

Bruce, white knuckling the steering wheel, eyes distant: It’ll be considered mercy compared to what I want to do to them

——

Bruce, down the hall: Where is my sweet boy? My lovely little baby boy?

Batboys: *heads lifting up*

Dick: …

Tim: You guys know he’s talking about me, right? I dunno why you’re all looking up

Duke: In your dreams, spleenless, you must still be fucking sick. Get your head checked

Jason: Oh, and I suppose you think he’s talking about you? He’s known you for the shortest amount of time

Damian: Gentleman, please, it's hilarious to watch you argue when you know who he was actually calling. Your delusions will never cease to amuse me

Dick: Yeah fucking right, I’ve been here longer than all of you! I’m the reason why he wanted to have more kids in the first place. Trying to compare will only hurt your feelings

Batboys, eyeing each other: …

Bruce, still down the hall and in a happy voice: Come here, baby!

Batboys, scrambling to get to Bruce: Tati/Papa/Dad/B-man/Baba!

He’s talking to Ace

——

Bruce: Sometimes you just gotta say “I’m gonna kill myself!” Before moving on with your day

Steph: You’re so right

Duke, snapping his fingers like it was a slam poetry: Speak your truth

——

Bruce, talking about Tim’s weed usage: I’m not telling you to stop, sweetheart. All I’m saying is limit yourself before going on patrol

Bruce: The smell lingers

Alfred: It could be worse

Alfred: At least Master Timmothy wasn’t caught trying LSD behind the bleachers at school

Bruce, scoffing: First, I wasn’t trying, I was doing. Second, I was only caught one time; they didn’t get me any other time with my other stuff

Alfred: What

Bruce: Hm? I didn’t say anything

Tim: I’m gonna leave… it doesn’t feel safe in here

——

Hal, bursting in: Spooky! I have an assassin problem. I need your help

Bruce, groaning: There’s always an assassin problem in this family!

Cass and Damian look up

Bruce: Yeah, you two are trouble, but not today's trouble

——

Hal, watching Bruce beat up an intergalactic villain who's made entire planets cower: I could handle that

*Record scratch* Like hell he can

——

Texting

Hal: I think we need to break up

Hal: I’m not good for you, and I don’t want to drag you into my personal problems

Hal: I could put you in harm's way

Bruce: No

Hal: Okay

Bruce: Say you love me

Hal: I love you so much, babe

Bruce: Good. I love you too

——

Bruce, wearing headphones and chilling by himself: …

Tim, storms in angrily: !!!

Damian, storms in after him angrier: !!!

Bruce, watching them yell at each other without being able to hear a thing: …

Dick, comes in, annoyed and starts yelling at them: !!!

Jason, comes in to instigate: !!!

Tim and Damian teaming up on their older brothers, apparently making up with each other: !!!

Dick and Jason teaming up and waving their hands around: !!!

Steph and Cass peeking their heads around the corner: !!!

Tim jumping on Dick’s back and Dick running out of the room: !!!

Jason grabbing Damian and throwing him over his shoulder before following: !!!

Duke, closing the door and leaving Bruce alone again: …

Bruce, who didn’t hear a single thing being said but is exhausted: … *goes back to reading*

——

Bruce: What doing?

Tim: Trying to collect everyone in the LGBT

Tim: I don’t have anyone who is nonbinary

Bruce: ?

Bruce: You have me

Tim: … what?

Tim: Why didn’t you say anything?!

Bruce: Not important

Bruce: The city needs me

Tim: Okay, yeah, you would say shit like that

Tim: So.. pronouns?

Bruce: Don’t care, more important things to worry about

——

Dick: I’m just… I’m a little sad you didn’t adopt me sooner

Bruce: What?

Dick: Yeah, I guess I was jealous when Jason first came around, and you adopted him immediately

Dick: Why didn’t you want to adopt me?

Bruce: …

Bruce: You’re kidding, right?

Dick: No…?

Bruce: First, it was a different time back then, and I could only take you as a ward for the time being

Bruce: After a few years, I came to you and asked if you’d be okay with me adopting you

Bruce: You weren’t

Dick: …really?

Bruce: You screamed, yelled, and hit me

Bruce: You told me, "If you ever try and replace my parents again, I’ll kill myself and make you watch. I’ll leave a note and make sure everyone knows it’s because of you."

Bruce: So yeah, I never asked again

Dick: …

Dick: I’m sorry… I don’t remember that

Bruce: *shrugs* Didn't think you would. It’s been years, Dick. I understand you were going through a tough time

Bruce: It still hurts, though

——

Hal: Can we have hate sex?

Bruce: But we don’t hate each other?

Hal: Yes, but haven’t you heard of role play?

——

Bruce, smack Damian on the head lightly with a wooden sword: I believe that’s another win for me, Habibi

Damian, frustrated: How?? I’ve trained in the sword my entire life

Bruce: And I’ve trained longer

Damian: But I am a master of the League’s sword technique

Bruce: No, you’re a master of the new and improved version

Bruce: When I was there, I did a complete overhaul, which is the version that you’re using today

Damian: … what?

Bruce: Don’t worry, I know you’ll surpass me

——

Bruce, surrounded by priceless jewelry and picking out what he likes best: Hmm

Steph: Damn, Bruce! This shit belongs in a museum *holds up solid gold bangales*

Tim: I think this one was in a museum… *holding up a diamond earrings*

Bruce: Yeah, it was

Duke: You must’ve spent a fortune

Bruce, confused: What do you mean?

Steph: I mean… this shit would put a dent in any billionaire’s pockets

Bruce: I didn’t buy any of this. They gave it to me

Tim: … why would they do that?

Bruce: I’m Bruce Wayne?

Bruce: The world belongs to me

Duke: Ah… that actually makes sense

——

Hal: Just come over, I’ll make us food

Bruce: No thanks, I don’t eat

Bruce: …

Bruce: Wait, that sounds weird. What did Tim call them? Pick me? Yeah, sounded pick me-ish

Bruce: No, I have ARFID

Hal: I’ll make one of your safe foods

Bruce: I love you so much

——

Batkids: This isn’t working

Bruce: … okay

Batkids: Try different parenting. Act like Alfred *unaware of "parent Alfred" and only know "Grandpa Alfred" which is vastly different*

Bruce: I don’t see how that’s better, but okey? *emotionally neglects them and guilt-trips them all while being passive-aggressive*

——

Cass, sliding in to sit next to Bruce: I see you bought mangos

Bruce: Hrn

Cass: Please cut mangos for me

Bruce: Why? Your brother cuts mangos himself to eat. If you want to eat mangos, go cut them yourself

Cass: Fruit tastes better when you cut it

Cass: Dad, please, I’ll die without mangos

Bruce, preparing to stand up: You are so annoying

——

Duke: What’s one of your favorite Robin moments?

Bruce: Any? You’re not asking me to rank them, are you?

Duke: No, we’ll both get in trouble for that

Bruce: Hm, Steph wanted a main weapon. Like Dick and his escrima sticks or Tim and his Bo staff

Bruce: So she picked up a shovel for like, a week straight

Bruce: She was actually really good

——

Tim, having a depressive episode: I don’t want to survive

Bruce: And yet, you must

Bruce, yanking his blanket off: Up, sweetums, we’re taking Ace on a walk

Tim, slowly sliding out of bed: Ugh

——

Bruce: So let me get this straight

Jason: …

Bruce: You’re mad at me for not knowing something that you’re purposefully hiding from me?

Dick: …

Bruce: Do you see how fucking stupid that sounds?

——

Bruce: My love language is lurking

Duke: Aaah! How long have you been there?!

——

Bruce: I hate everything!

Bruce: I hate the world! I hate myself! I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin!

Ace, trots in carrying Bruce’s meds:

Bruce: Ooh, that makes so much more sense. Thank you, Ace

——

Alfred: Master Bruce was always going missing one way or another, promising he was going to run away

Alfred: Like that one time *recounts story*

Bruce: Ah, no, I was actually kidnapped that one time

Alfred: Hm?

Bruce: Yeah, you seemed annoyed at me, so I just told you I ran away

Bruce: Didn’t wanna stress you out

Alfred, eye twitching: Didn’t want to stress me out…

——

During an interview

Reporter: And how did you end up in that neck brace?

Hal: I asked him to squeeze my head with his thighs

Bruce, blushing: Please stop talking

Hal: It was the best moment of my life

Hal: I wear this injury with pride

——

Cass: We need a distraction

Bruce: Don’t worry, I’ve got this

Bruce, walking out into the camera's line of sight: *smiles*

Paparazzi: *clamoring to talk to him or just get a picture of his smile*

Jason: Damn… I always forget how famous and popular he is…

——

Bruce getting detained for beating up an old guy messing with his kids at a gala

Police person, trying to cuff Bruce: P-please cooperate, Mr Wayne

Bruce, eyes dark and blood still splattered across his cheek: Do you really want to do this?

Police person, trembling and scared: No, Sir *fumbling with the cuffs*

Bruce, voice very close to Batman’s register: You’re going to let me go. Now.

Police person, in tears: Yes, Sir

——

Bruce, coming downstairs wearing a sexy revealing outfit: Hm

Jason, crossing his arms: No

Bruce: … what?

Damian: You heard him, Baba. No way you’re going out like that

Bruce, amused: Oh? And why is that?

Damian: It’s too revealing!!

Bruce: I’m going on a date with Hal, it’ll be fine

Jason: Oh, we’ll see about that

Jason: Guys! Come look at what Pa is wearing!

Dick: What- oh hell no

Bruce: I thought you boys grew out of this

Tim: Dad, I’m gonna have to agree with them. This is... your shirt doesn't even have a back!

Bruce: It’s not that bad

Steph: You look hot, like, out of this world sexy

Bruce, pleased: Thank you

Steph: Which is exactly why you can’t wear it. Too many creeps

Duke: Maybe you should put on a nice sweater or something?

Bruce, crossing his arms: I don’t want a sweater

Dick: I thought I threw out all your tight pants?

Bruce: So it was you! Also, this is insanely hypocritical coming from you, of all people, chickadee

Tim: That’s different! You’re our Dad!

Bruce: I seriously can’t deal with you guys right now. I’m gonna be late

Alfred: Hang on, Master Bruce. Perhaps it would be best if you did change into something less… form-fitting?

Bruce: Not you too, Alfred!

Steph: Like, wow, I feel like we need to hire bodyguards

Duke: Seriously, any sweater will do

Hal, flying in through the window: Hey, babe- whoa… whoa… whoaaaa… *staring at Bruce*

Alfred: Advert your eyes before I make you

Hal, flies down and wraps his arms around Bruce’s waist: Hurt me all you want, I’ll die for this sight a million times over

Bruce: Let’s go on that date. Now.

Hal: On it, babe. I can’t wait to show you off. I can fight bae, wear whatever you want

Bruce, grinning: Hrn

Leaves while the Batfamily yells and threatens to track them down

[robs-your-robins]

Dick: We have to be quiet.

Wally, slightly tipsy: Hear that, Roy? wE hAvE tO Be qUIeT.

Roy: Oh come on, Dick, you think the big bad Bat's going to yell at us for coming here late? It's not like you Bats ever sleep anyway.

Dick: No, not Bruce.

Wally: Alfred-

Dick: It's Duke.

Roy: Duke? The kid in the yellow? With the light show? You're afraid of him?

Dick, shhhing them: He's the day shift. He's sleeping. If you fucking wake him-

Duke, appearing at the top of the stairs: Hello Richard.

Dick:

Wally: Sorry to wake you, Duke.

Roy: We're just heading to bed now.

Duke: *walks away*

Wally: The great scary Nightwing afraid of a kid.

*at dawn*

Duke: *opens door to Dick's room where Wally is sleeping next to Dick and Roy is sleeping on the floor*

Duke: *flashbangs the fuck out of them*

Wally: *screaming*

Roy: *screaming*

Dick: *screaming*

[krkryuuu]

Cutesy little jaykyle stuff I drew for a animation meme I did

[soyuberry]

Oh Jason Todd…

[htnks-deactivated20210929]

[nickrbg]

Fatsona Lisa

For mixi’s strawpage on twt.

[nickrbg]

Fatson with a pearl earring

Was asked in comments to draw fatson like this painting so here we are🌸

[jamqyu]

long time no jasey toddie 🫦❤️‍🔥🏍️

[robs-your-robins]

Jason has tried to get rid of his white streak so many times. He hates it, he thinks he looks like a character out of one of Damian's manga books but eventually it grows on him but the thing he loves best about it? Answering the questions of people who ask why his hair is like that.

"Stress," he tells a gala attendee, "Yeah, watching my dad at one of these things, making sure he doesn't drown in the punch bowl or french kiss a reporter, it's a stressful job."

"I drank Zesti Cola and Mentos at the same time."

"I disrespected my elders and a ghost straight up bitch slapped me." he tells one of Dick's kids when he's babysitting.

"This is what happens when you wash your hair in Gotham without using treated water."

“I let Dick talk me into a ‘fun brother bonding spa day.’ Something in that hair mask that Donna cooked up was radioactive. I swear.”

“I got caught in a flashbang at close range. My hair saw the light before I did.”

“I got hit with a fear toxin variant. Apparently my hair panicked too.”

"My hair is what now?"

[thotsandpreyers]