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[the-blueprint-robin]

What's your type, romantically? 🧐

redheads my beautiful fiancée

look at her, stunning @princess-koriand-r

[fromdove]

Ooooo hii, lil question who's your favorite Robin?

oh ok. ok. ok. ok. drags chair closer. clears throat. we go there. we're doing this. this is real.

best robin? dick grayson. period. no debate. the blueprint. the original. the reason the mask even exists. he defineddddddddddddd the role made. he made it iconic. the rest? adorable. delightful. but they’re following trails he blazed.

i LOVE my other robins, okay?? jay, dami, timmy?? precious. my heart swells. but when it comes to the title ROBIN (like the actual robin™ role!!!), they just... don’t hold the same weight. not like dick did.

jay’s red hood now (menace!!! love him!!), dami left the robin gig (he’s off doing… emotional growth or something?), and tim’s still robin-ish but like... RED robin (still connected, but a different identity altogether.) that’s a different bird entirely. right??. respectfully.

dick tho? NIGHTWING??? out from under batman’s cape and into his own legacy. he became his own hero. fully cooked. self-actualised. my acrobatic angel :((

he made batman better. made damian better. made the batfam what it is. he’s the fastest, most agile, circus-bred, ninja-trained, high-flying legend in the family. fights deathstroke like it’s a regular tuesday. survived a literal helicopter crash. enduring blows from Superboy-Prime. surviving falls that would scare even Superman and Starfire. can bench over 1000lbs. dodged a SPEEDSTER mid-fight. like, who else is doing it like him???

LOVE. THIS. MANNN.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

May I have Childhood friends to lovers with Loki or Bruce Wayne pleaseee… thank you!

.⋆｡For the Longest Time｡⋆.

Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

You were always there in his life, just like he was for you. A little jealousy and a clingy eight year old might finally give you the push you both need

Warnings: fluff, jealousy, simp!Bruce, vague mention of hook-ups, little bit of Dick’s abandonment issues, mutual pining WC: 2.5k

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Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

“Where’s Y/N?” A little voice spoke up from somewhere over Bruce’s left shoulder. He groaned and buried his face deeper in the silk pillowcase, he had only just crawled into bed. The mattress dipped as Dick hauled himself onto the bed, making Bruce swallow down a curse.

“What’s up?” He rolled onto his back and pulled back the blankets enough for a little body to slip under the covers. He received a kick to his very sore ribs as Dick clambered over him in his attempt to settle in the crook of Bruce’s shoulder. The eight year old sighed happily and cuddled up close to his adoptive father.

Bruce smiled despite the throbbing pain in his torso and the early wake up. “What did you need?” 

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked again, propping his chin on Bruce’s collarbone.

“She’s at her apartment?” His voice tilted up, confused at the question. Sure, you were at the manor quite frequently given that you helped Bruce with Dick’s care but you had never stayed the night, save for once when both you and Bruce were too drunk to even move.

Dick huffed, his bottom lip poking out as he looked away from Bruce. “That’s stupid.” The older man swallowed back a chuckle, instead he placed a hand on the boy’s back, his palm almost covering the entire thing. 

“Why’s it stupid?” He shut his eyes again. 

“Cause I want her to live with me!” 

“Hmm, maybe you can go live with her and I can finally get some sleep.” Tiny fingers dug into his armpit, making Bruce yelp and raise an eyebrow at Dick.

“No. I don’t wanna move my toys. Make her live here.” Bruce sighed heavily, sinking further into his mattress.

Yeah, right. He wanted to say but held his tongue. He had broached the idea when he had first taken Dick in, needing an extra set of hands for the rowdy child but you had quite literally laughed him off, just the same as you did when you were both eighteen and he had tried to give you one of his credit cards. You were fiercely independent and while you loved Dick, you still had your own work and life.

“You could try, chum but I think she likes her house more.” 

“Then let’s go there today!” Dick pushed himself up onto his knees, eyes shining with this brilliant idea. 

“Chum-“ But Dick had rushed out of the room before Bruce could get another word out, leaving him to contemplate whether he was going to break his son’s heart by falling back asleep or get up for the day and end up with a massive headache later. Distantly, he could hear Dick chattering away to himself and he knew he would have to raid your medicine cabinet in a few hours.

——————

Dick practically flew up the stairs of your apartment building, his backpack rattling with the sound of loose Lego bricks and inevitably a book he would get you to read him, as Bruce trailed behind, dark sunglasses perched on the end of his nose. He himself held a bag of food from Alfred and a bottle of your favourite wine as a sorry for the unexpected visit. He could at least pat himself on the back for delaying Dick just long enough for the boy to get some food and Bruce to get a couple hours of sleep.

“Come on! You’re so slow!” Dick whined as he reached the landing on your floor. He bounced on the balls of his feet before he huffed and threw open the door, darting down the empty hallway. The rattling of his bag grew distant and then, he was banging on your door with all the might his little fists could muster.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Bruce cringed, his head ducked down as he passed by the other apartments on your floor, silently apologising to each of them. 

“Chum you can’t-“ But your door opened right then and the breath was knocked from his lungs. You were wearing a dark red dress that perfectly matched the matte lipstick on your plump lips. The fabric perfectly clung to you, making your curves even more prominent. You were still wearing your slippers and only had one earring in but you were still the most beautiful thing Bruce had ever seen, just as you always had been.

“Well isn’t this a surprise.” Dick wasted no time, throwing himself into your arms, he squealed loudly and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You laughed as his little fingers dug into the neckline of your dress, no doubt ruining the fabric. “I thought there was a monkey at my door with all that noise.” You ran your left hand along his side as you stood up, making Dick giggle and cling to you even tighter. In a couple months, Bruce doubted you’d be able to pick him up anymore.

“I missed you!” You beamed. Bruce felt his knees buckle.

“It’s a good thing you came over then, cause I missed you too!” 

Bruce cleared his throat. “I hope I can be included in that sentiment as well.” You finally looked up at him, your eyes shining like stars. You smirked, biting down on your lip as you gave the man a quick one over.

“Depends, what did you bring me?” 

“So my child doesn’t count?” Dick laughed again, his knees digging into your side. You raised an eyebrow at Bruce who lifted the bottle of wine with a sly smile.

“Why didn’t you start with that? Come on in.” You stepped back into the apartment, leaving the door open for him to follow behind. 

Your home had always been a comfort for Bruce, a safe haven tucked away from the world and his responsibilities. The weight of Batman and being the last Wayne, and even though he loved him dearly, being Dick’s father, lifted from his shoulders as the soft colours of your walls surrounded him. 

You wandered into the kitchen, like you normally did when they stopped by for a visit, Dick chattering away about anything and everything that came into his little mind while Bruce stopped to look at the new photos you had hung up in the living room. Photos of memories he had forgotten. There was one of the both of you in a pillow fort that towered over you, your faces slathered in chocolate from bags of candy at your feet. Another was the 3rd grade dance that your parents had chaperoned, you in a bright pink princess dress complete with fairy wings and a plastic tiara and him in a tiny suit with one of his father’s best ties that was far too big for him. Your high school graduation party where you and Bruce in all your drunken genius decided to race up one of the old trees on the Wayne property and got stuck at the top.

But the most recent one made his heart skip a beat; it was of all three of you curled up on your couch, Dick sound asleep on your lap as Bruce ‘rested his eyes’ while leaning on your shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around both of you as you beamed up at the camera. All of his happiest moments had you in them and for the life of him, he wouldn’t change anything about it.

Bruce turned and spotted your heels by the door, the red-bottomed ones that you only ever used when you wanted to get laid. Something in his stomach turned sour at the thought. “Why are you so dressed up?” He asked as casually as he could though his voice cracked. 

“Yeah! You look pretty!” Dick chirped though his own voice was muffled, no doubt you had already given him a cookie that he shouldn’t be having.

“I have a date,” You cooed (to Dick but Bruce liked to pretend it was for him), “but since you guys are here now. I’ll cancel it.”

“You don’t have to do that. We can go.” Relief made his shoulders sag but Bruce still forced a frown on his lips as you came back around the corner, Dick still perched on your wide hip. You were practically glowing with joy.

You waved him off and pressed a kiss to Dick’s chubby cheek, leaving a bright lipstick stain there. “I would much rather spend the evening with you guys. It also means I get to wear comfy clothes instead of this dumb dress.” Dick slipped from your arms and went to his bag, which he had dropped on the couch.

“Are you sure?” But that wasn’t the question he was really asking. You just smiled at him, putting a hand on his bicep as you leaned in close.

“There’s nowhere else I would rather be. Now let me get changed and we can watch a movie, how’s that sound bud?” Dick grumbled something to the affirmative, making you laugh to yourself as you turned to go to your room but not without a parting squeeze to Bruce’s arm. He watched you go, his gaze dropping to your ass to appreciate the sight for just a moment before he caught himself and turned his attention back to his son.

Dick, who was already observing his father with a curious expression, suddenly lit up with an idea. He covered his mouth with his hand and then disappeared as he fell back onto the cushions, a little laugh escaping him as he landed. Bruce ignored the boy and went to the kitchen to get some snacks together for all of you. 

The TV flicked to life, dousing the apartment with a hazy background noise that served to lead Bruce deeper into the fantasy of this life of domesticity actually being his. If he let himself, he could almost imagine how perfect it would be, just his family spending time together away from the rest of the world. But there was still that nagging fact that you had a date tonight, one that you cancelled for him sure, but a date nonetheless.

You weren’t his wife or his girlfriend, and that made his blood freeze.

He pulled out the cork from the bottle with perhaps a bit more force than necessary, sending a few drops of red liquid directly onto his white shirt. “Fuck.” He groaned and grabbed the dish towel on the counter to try and scrub away at the stain. 

“I can’t leave you alone for a second.” Your smaller hands gripped his waist, turning him around so you could take the towel from him. Bruce let you manhandle him until you could easily rub against his chest but the stain had already set in. Your bottom lip poked out, an almost overwhelming temptation to your oldest friend, before your fingers curled into his belt and tugged him away from the kitchen counter.

Bruce went willingly, eagerly. “I’ve got some of your shirts in my wardrobe, go get changed and I’ll finish up here.” He nodded blankly and wandered away from you.

You watched him go for just a moment before finishing pouring out the wine and laying some of the cheeses Alfred has so thoughtfully packed on a small tray. You grabbed some hopefully not stale crackers from the cabinet and journeyed back into the living room. “What are we watching tonight Dickie?”

Dick looked up from his spot between the couch and coffee table as you sat down with an almost bored expression on his little face. “Star Wars.”

“Duh.” You replied.

Soon Bruce wandered back in. “Why exactly do you have so many of my shirts in your closet?” You shrugged behind your glass, though he knew your cheeks were heated with embarrassment.

“Cause you’re clumsy and I knew I’d have to keep clean clothes for you.” He flopped down on the couch next to you, his arm immediately finding its place across your shoulders.

“Yeah right.” You curled into his side, settling in for a nice little evening.

It was halfway through the movie that Dick climbed onto the couch between you and his dad. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” He muttered wistfully, taking yours and Bruce’s hand into his. You looked at Bruce from over his little head.

“Aw buddy, we can do this whenever you want. You’re always welcome here, you know that.” He shook his head and Bruce's heart sank.

“What do you mean chum?” He asked, wondering if there was something more going on. Dick’s chest inflated as he took in a deep breath.

“But we always go home and you never come with us! You-you don’t really want us, you live so far away. And,” he sighed heavily, giving you the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes he could muster, “and you go on dates with people who aren’t my dad. You’ll leave.” His grip on your hand tightened like you would disappear right then.

Bruce’s heart lurched as your lips parted. “You should date him instead! And then we can all live together at home like we should be!” Dick continued and then, he slammed your hand into Bruce’s, forcing your fingers to intertwine.

“Dickie-“

“No! You’re supposed to be together! Even Alfred says so! So just do it already and then we can go home. Together.” His gaze switched to Bruce, who caught his glare. The man swallowed thickly and looked at you and for the first time in his life, Bruce couldn’t tell what you were thinking.

You let out a shaky breath after a moment, your fingers pressing into the back of his hand. He could feel your pulse against his wrist, your heartbeat was fast, almost matching his own. “Maybe you’re right Dickie.”

“What?” The word escaped him like he had just been punched, making your lips curl up into a bashful smile. 

“Maybe, I should be dating you and not those other men who I always end up comparing to you anyway. Maybe I should be going home with you.” 

“I think maybe you should.” Bruce leaned over his son, his free hand coming up to hold your full cheek. “Because I have spent my whole life with you by my side and now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t want you so far away anymore. I want to see your face everyday and hear your voice from beside me every moment that I can.” 

Your eyes dropped to his lips and that was all it took for Bruce to close the distance and finally kissed you like he should have done years ago when he realised that no other woman would live up to the place you carved out in his heart. You immediately melted into him, laying your hand on top of his own. 

Just as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, Dick got up on his knees between you and threw his skinny arms around your necks. You separated just as he shouted, “I told you!” 

You both laughed and hugged him back, sinking back down into the couch all together. Bruce’s chest warmed. Maybe, finally, he could get you to come home.

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[graytodd]

Your art with Jason crying got me thinking about him getting all pissy at Dick and wanting to take control but absolutely fumbling and tripping over himself when Dick lets him... like... Jay trying to ride him and be all dominant but crying and giving dick back control instantly and dick thinks it's the cutest fucking thing ever cause his littlewing is like a puppy, all bark and no bite. He folds under zero pressure and whines and cries when he doesn't get his way 🤭

Dear anon, I love you..? that's one of my fav trope about Jason pretending to be dominant, experienced, when he's a whiny bottom instead 🙂‍↕️❤️‍🔥 I enjoyed drawing this idea sooo much, I'm so glad you shared it with me anon aaahh ~~~

[uc1wa]

jason todd who’s a little religious and says he wants to wait for marriage to fill you full with his cock and cum. jason todd whose tongue is lapping at your entrance and his fingers are circling your clit, reminding you that the bible doesn’t say anything about the inability to do this.

[ahqkas]

I really loved reading your jealousy headcanons for batboys and Bruce ❤️❤️ Can you please write part 2 of it where the person they were jealous of (Bruce of Clark, Dick of Wally, etc.) genuinely falls in love with the reader? Like they were teasing their friend at first by flirting with her, but suddenly they realize that they have fallen in love with her. And the Batfam could also see that. How do you think both parties would react?

hi !! i don’t think i’ll turn this into actual writing because i tried but idk how to formulate it for the scenario to work :((

but bruce becomes colder, not just towards clark but to everyone. his clipped responses leave no doubt; he’s furious ( with himself ) . they all try to help but he doesn’t let them

betrayal is the only thing dick feels. wally is his best friend, someone he deeply trusted, and seeing him actually fall for you hurts him

jason, just like bruce, is furious — not just at roy, but at himself. he can’t believe he let things go this far. his temper flares, leading to heated arguments. “you knew how i felt, and you went after her anyway. what kind of friend does that?”

tim doesn’t confront conner like jason did with roy but instead becomes withdrawn. he starts overthinking the whole situation, convinced he’s going to lose you

[daydreamerwonderkid]

coconut shrimp awooga

Tfw your younger siblings can't stop involving you in their petty fights even when it's your one off day in 12yrs.

[the-blueprint-robin]

I think it's time we sat B down to have an actual no joke talk about our pants situation as robin

@only-one-todd

hey now. i made that suit. the short shorts were my idea :(

[lover-of-mine]

Yk, y'all like to yell at me about not caring about representation and call me fetishizer among others for wanting Eddie to be queer and some other colorful stuff surrounding the way I was talking about how rylivers press tour was handled in a textbook queerbaiting way that cannot be negated just because Buck is bi, as if Buck is peak representation for the sake of representation. We got 3 statements of how straight Eddie is before we got a single I'm bi from Buck, he fell into an unsatisfying relationship with the first dude he kissed to the degree he didn't know his boyfriend was gay and had been engaged to someone else until 6 months in, the relationship was fully centered around Eddie and their breakup was canonically because Tommy believed that one day Eddie is gonna swoop in and take Buck. Is the bar really that fucking low? "I check out guys asses sometimes" and "I don't know which pond to jump back into" and a terribly lit sex scene with Oliver and y'all are claiming this is the most beautiful bisexual arc ever and I'm just bitter as if the whole thing hadn't been about Eddie the competition Diaz. Are you really that easy to distract? And also, no, I don't care about rep for the sake of rep and I will not apologize for being a bisexual who wants to watch a bisexual character live the love story buddie can be, not just watch him in an mostly off screen mid relationship and get yelled at that I'm biphobic while people tell me Buck needs to prove his bisexuality now that he's single.

[sulkysnape]

snape didn't feel sorry for Mary McDonald when Malsibir tried to do something to her, why should we feel sorry for Snape and his dirty underpants? He evil not gray.

Hey! So I’m pretty sure every dumbass message that just went into my inbox is from you :D I’ll share the rest with the class for ya.

I am unfortunately not going to argue with a dumbass, but deadass you guys GOTTTTTTAAAAA FIND SOMETHING NEWWWW TO SAYYYYY😭��

Genuinely how do you want me to respond to you Anon??? Would you like me to point out the fact that not a single person in your fandom can coherently come up with logical statements that is not the same BS said over and over??…would you like me to mention that you all would be no better than those boys and that defending sexual assault is not cute.

You all are gross, illiterate freaks. Congratulations :| LMAOO

[graytodd]

Hiii! Can I plant an idea in your wonderful brain? the batfam pampering their pack omega 🤭🤭🤭👀👀

I honestly drew this panel twice; the first option didn't seem to fit your suggestion. I hope this is what you were hoping for, anon !♪

[bennetsbonnet]

I think many people take the whole 'Darcy had not looked at Elizabeth properly before insulting her' as canon because it helps to explain what happens later. After all, Darcy finding Elizabeth too ordinary for a dance, and then later doing a complete 180 in a short space of time is absolutely non beliavable, imo

I suppose this is a response to this post about the 'tolerable' comment and why people seek to defend it. Not sure if you're agreeing that Darcy had not really looked at Elizabeth before insulting her (which is debatable, it could be argued as a snap judgment though even that would not excuse him) but regardless, Darcy not immediately being attracted to Elizabeth and subsequently changing his mind is evident in canon.

In isolation, you could say that Darcy's insult at the Meryton assembly was more of a snide remark about not wishing to elevate Elizabeth in the social pecking order rather than a lack of attraction on Darcy's part. However, the text tells us otherwise.

So, while I do think how he can make such a comment and still end up 'bewitched' by her is partly explained by the fact that Darcy hadn't actually looked at Elizabeth properly, and his overarching emotion at that moment was a refusal to have his pride hurt by being seen to be dancing with a plain country lady, who simple country gentlemen (far less illustrious personages than Darcy!) have already snubbed... combined with a snobbish belief that if he did dance with Elizabeth, it would be the most consequential thing that had ever happened to her and she would always be known in Meryton as the lady who danced with Mr Darcy (and we know he could not have been more wrong about Elizabeth, which makes it all the more satisfying)... there is more to it than that.

Darcy admits that he wasn't initially attracted to Elizabeth himself. I tend to believe this is credible, as though Mr Darcy does not always state exactly how he feels, it's reported by another and he does not refute it.

The evidence for this lack of initial attraction is not solely due to his comment at the Meryton assembly. It's found much later in Chapter 45, though evidently reporting on events shortly after the Meryton assembly, when Caroline says:

'... I remember, when we first knew her in Hertfordshire, how amazed we all were to find that she was a reputed beauty; and I particularly recollect your saying one night, after they had been dining at Netherfield, "She a beauty!—I should as soon call her mother a wit." But afterwards she seemed to improve on you, and I believe you thought her rather pretty at one time.' 'Yes,' replied Darcy, who could contain himself no longer, 'but that was only when I first saw her, for it is many months since I have considered her as one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance.'

So we have an account from Caroline of Darcy making a joke about Elizabeth's looks and Mr Bennet's lack of decorum, and Darcy seemingly admitting that he indeed did not think much of Elizabeth at first.

Now, I would say that could be excused away as a joke at Mrs Bennet's expense if it had occurred perhaps immediately after the Meryton assembly... but this is clearly after at least a second meeting, which we know happens, as Elizabeth tells Charlotte during the party at Lucas Lodge in Chapter 6 that Jane and Bingley have met 'tolerably often,' that Jane 'saw him one morning at his own house, and has since dined with him in company four times, and expands that they have spent 'four evenings' together which 'have enabled them to ascertain that they both like Vingt-un better than Commerce.' We can assume that Elizabeth and Darcy would also have been present on these evenings.

The joke also is unlikely to have occured Elizabeth stayed at Netherfield and dined with them during Jane's illness, as Darcy had already admitted that appreciated Elizabeth's 'pair of fine eyes' and called her pretty to Caroline, and he did seem to be making more effort with her then (by his abysmal standards).

So, I think it's pretty clear that Darcy indeed didn't think much of Elizabeth initially in regard to her looks. Which I suppose is no great shock, given that Darcy will have been exposed to the crème de la crème in London. But it further demonstrates how dazzling Elizabeth's personality was that she stood out to him. Also, it's no reflection whatsoever on Elizabeth that she didn't stand out at first, because a) Darcy is a snob who finds a reason to dislike almost everyone and b) Darcy would have been used to seeing far wealthier women dressed in the latest fashion trends, with access to better materials than Elizabeth would have been able to obtain from Meryton. So even though he doesn't seem particularly fond of women that try too hard (in his mind) he's still a snob who has a certain notion of how ladies should dress.

The exchange I cited where Darcy finally stands up to Caroline regarding Elizabeth illustrates not just his changing attraction towards Elizabeth, but also it demonstrates his growth as a person as he would've joined in with Caroline's remarks months ago but now he is disgusted by her behaviour. It's one of the many ways, in my opinion, that Jane Austen did an exceptional job of selling his redemption. She did not making him so irredeemable that it is impossible to root for him and think him unworthy of Elizabeth. Both of them were flawed and had to grow as people.

Personally I actually adore that Elizabeth and Darcy were not instantly drawn to each other, (though, of course, not at all how Darcy went about expressing it) as to me it shows it wasn't merely lust at first sight, they both had to work through some things. Plus, given their obstinacy, such a courtship seems, to me, the natural way both Darcy and Elizabeth would have chosen their spouses and ultimately, it also feels like the kind of relationship that you really believe will last. They know each other's flaws and they still love each other regardless. Very romantic and believable, to me!

[varpusvaras]

It's just that one day Jason brings a Cute little boy with bright red hair and blue eyes. Roy just stands there so proud and beaming.

"His name is Junie," Jason pats him on the head and the boy waves his hand.

Junie has Roy's red hair, Roy's blue eyes, Jason's skin tone and Roy's freckles, Jason's nose and mouth, Roy's chin and cheeks.

Somehow Jayroy has a biological son and they just enjoy the chaos that the very fact of their boy's existence suits. their son's full name is Royce Wilfred, because Jason loves classics and in the Harper family it was customary to name the firstborn son after his father. Junie is short for Junior, Jr. Jade is his godmother and she adores Junie.

This causes so much chaos. Clone baby? Was someone trans this whole time?? Magic???

Lian is an extremely enthusiastic sister. Bruce probably explodes from the surge of serotonin he gets and they need to scrape him off the floor before he can turn into a grandpa. He and Oliver are now in an even more bloody battle over being the favorite grandparent. Someone has a points board that's redheads vs black hair and the redheads are starting to win.

Jade comes over and tells Roy that she's here to see her babies. What can he say to that.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

real quick. to the the anon in my inbox a few weeks back asking about how free use medic came to be the agreed-upon method of stress relief for the whole of 141: i love you, you're perfect, i'm not ignoring you; i am drafting in direct response. several things.

at the anon who sent me the ask minutes ago about a particular au with Soap: good god. good god. i have 8 solid hours of meetings tomorrow and that's all i'm gonna be thinking about. thank you for the brain rot. rip.

[bluetooththereptile]

Idea!

I've been fanning for Bayonetta for a while now and I was thinking, since Bruce has a type, like Selina, why not make it hit the bars with a 8 feet tall umbra witch read? There is magic in dc universe, check, Bruce has a type for women like cereza, check, badassery of the umbra witches, check, the potential of the old bat's heart to crumble into pieces and decent into madness is through the roof!

Should I write a fic about that?

[the-blueprint-robin]

Why do you have so many kids... Honestly. Respect the grind.

- @ollie-krowne-star-mender

what can i say, they flock to me 🤷‍♂️