redxluna:

John wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the baby he was currently holding. It (or he) belonged to his new neighbors. Or, well, he at least knew that Talia was the mother. He wasn’t entirely sure if Barsad or Bane was the father or if it was neither of them at all. All three of them took care of Damian with such equal love and affection that he might as well have been born to each of them.

Still, Damian did not seem at all pleased to be left with John for the day, his little mouth scrunched up in a scowl. Talia had begged him to take the boy for the day since an emergency had cropped up that required all of their attention and John had already shown how good he was with the children at the boy’s home. 

But that had been with boys he knew and Damian had made sure to make it clear just how displeased he was to be left behind by wailing with the full force of his tiny lungs as soon as the door closed and he realized that his caretakers really were leaving him. He seemed to have calmed down now, at least, only sniffling occasionally in John’s hold. 

“Look, I’m really sorry,” John said, “but I’m afraid you’re stuck with me until your…people get back.” Damian’s little grumble showed just what he thought of that and, despite it all, John laughed. It was a sound that made Damian’s eyes go wide with what seemed like awe. “Did you like that then?” Damian gruggled out what must have been a yes. “Well that’s good. Now how should I stay on your good side? Talia did say you liked singing…”

And that was how Talia found them when she burst into John’s apartment with Bane and Barsad hot on her heels. The three of them had been upset enough when they were called away to take care of some lackeys who thought they could go singing to others, but it had took even longer to dispose of them then they had thought. Still, they stopped short almost as one at the scene before them.

John was pacing across the living room with Damian propped up on his shoulder, cradling the boy’s head in the palm of his hand. He was singing in a low, gentle tenor even though Damian seemed to have passed out quite some time ago, his cheek smushed against John’s shoulder.

Damian had always hated to be with anyone other than his three usual caretakers. John was the only one who had managed to make him become so relaxed in his presence. 

Perhaps there was more to this John Blake then met the eye.

pokemon-connoisseur-lucario:

frostblaze354:

maats-asp:

Teachers. I love you when you love your kids, and I wish the system wasn’t rigged to make you all hate your jobs.

Wuv ya teachers!

They’re so underappreciated. Yay teachers!

(Source: bostonreview)

FIGURES OF LORE | yggdrasil, norse mythology

In Norse mythology, Yggdrasil (pron.: /ˈɪɡdrəsɪl/; from Old Norse Yggdrasill, pronounced [ˈyɡːˌdrasilː]) is an immense tree that is central in Norse cosmology, in connection to which the nine worlds exist. Yggdrasil is an immense ash tree that is central and considered very holy. The gods go to Yggdrasil daily to assemble at their things. The branches of Yggdrasil extend far into the heavens, and the tree is supported by three roots that extend far away into other locations; one to the well Urðarbrunnr in the heavens, one to the spring Hvergelmir, and another to the well Mímisbrunnr. Creatures live within Yggdrasil, including the wyrm (dragon) Níðhöggr, an unnamed eagle, and the stags Dáinn, Dvalinn, Duneyrr and Duraþrór.

i-learned-it-from-the-pizzaman:

a-ckleholic:

i-learned-it-from-the-pizzaman:

Jensen ackles’s face perfectly fits the golden ratio mask of perfect facial proportions and symmetry.

well.. yeah.. because he’s perfect. What did you expect? A flaw? 

HE IS WHO DA VINCI WAS SEARCHING FOR!!!!!!

(Source: textsfrombakerstreet)