#hes touched

[deserthusbands]

wooley, very worried: cody, why've you put a 'missing' poster of the general up in the barracks? he's not missing, he's away on a mission, isn't he?

cody, staring into space: he is. i just miss him and i want everyone to know.

[rosehearrt]

It was an arduous trial slinking in and out of the heartslabyul dorm without being subjected to the gallows of the headwarden’s condemning. with the tutelage of trey - senpai and a few solitary hours alone with a dangerous amount of flour and an oven at capacity he had managed to create some, vaguely fish shaped cookies, edible ones. if anyone had witnessed him slipping out of the dorm it would have been with one viced between his teeth. he’d left them in the centre of one of the dorms opulently mantled tables, he wonders if this time he will be rewarded with the reddening expression of ire or something even more amusing. 

Needless to say, the last thing Riddle expected to see upon returning from his study session in the library ( both surprisingly and suspiciously lacking one particular pest of an eel whose company became so frequent there ), was a bowl stacked full of misshapen cookies. He knew at once that it wasn’t Trey’s work…for his was far more…well, tidy. Professional, really, never a single bit of frosting out of place and never an oddly shaped edge or a burnt area. These were something else, and while Riddle may have stayed far away from them at any other time, he was quite hungry from all of his studying…that, and the small note stuck to the bowl caught his attention.

It was unseemly to look at something meant to be for another, but he figured the least he could do was read the name on the card, perhaps knock on the student’s door to deliver it himself on his way upstairs. It was when he saw his own name - or, rather, an all-too-familiar nickname scrawled in bright blue ink that the shock hit him like a train run off of its tracks. 

“What on earth…?!”

A million things ran through his head in that moment: how was Floyd able to get into Heartslabyul unnoticed, why would he give him a gift like this, what was the meaning of handing off something you spent time and effort on to someone else, was there poison involved, etc. But all he ended up really doing was working himself up into a tizzy trying to figure out the answer to something that likely didn’t even have a straight forward one in the first place. 

Come to think of it, how often did he ever just receive gifts for no reason…? Slowly, he picked up a cookie, staring into its droopy frosted eye, before taking a small bite.

Something in his chest grew tight.

“…It’s salty…”

Riddle continued to chew, his free hand holding the note and hanging at his side. It was salty indeed…but the time and effort that’d been put into it was clear. Ah, he’d have to think of a suitable gift in return…

[pangur-and-grim]

two “cats” interacting

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[t2316m]

Tim Drake has a hatred for Sherlock Holmes, has he ever read the books? No but his dad used to insultingly call him Sherlock as a kid when he was being too nosy or curious and now even when people say it as a compliment it just irks him

Jason being the resident classic literature nerd is dead set on at least having Tim read the books so he can either A. Actually like the books and accept that Sherlock is actually a pretty cool guy to be compared too, or B. Give actual tasteful criticism and insults based on the contents of the book

Jason could care less which happens he’s just tired of Tim ranting about his hatred for Sherlock despite not knowing a thing about Sherlock

——

Tim: Sherlock this, Sherlock that, I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that stupid hat

Jason: The hat really isn’t even mentioned in the books, You’d know if you read them

Tim: I’m not reading them, they really can’t be that good in fact Sherlock was so bad even his literal creator wanted nothing to do with him

Jason: Your dad wanted nothing to do with you and you’re still a pretty good detective

*Cue Dick yelling at Jason cause “that wasn’t nice”

[edlucavalden]

Learning to eat with your hands.

[kiisaes]

midoriya-sensei!

[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

[dirtflunk]

th unsettling knights r kissing in the dungeon, m'lord.

[energ00n]

An apprentice garment shouldn't be touched carelessly because it's a symbol of devotion to the Prime. Thus, to let others touch it is to say "I'm devoted to you too"

Orion doesn't know and D won't stop him

[fadesense]

something something tarquin sees ashur's face for the first time

[batcavescolony]

*Talia visiting Damian*

Talia: Damian, how are you? *glares at Dick*

Damian: I am doing well mother

Dick: *from behind him* *mouthing: why the fuck are you here?*

Talia: oh that's great! I see you have a new pet? *Mouthing back: to see MY son*

Damian: this is Haley, Grayson's dog, she's staying with me while he goes on a mission.

Dick: *flipping Talia off where Damian can't see* yep, he's so good with animals

Talia: I'm aware *throws a knife at him*

Dick: *throws it back*

[etirabys]

can anyone find me that mesopotamian clay tablet telling you to marry a party girl because she'll bring you joy

[gongyussy]

tou-san said “boy, you’d better werk”. anyway, please watch kinou nani tabeta

[demaparbat-hp]

The Perfect Prince

[lichposting]

I’m really enamored with the dynamic of two characters who work perfectly in tandem, like pacific rim drift compatible level, but they don’t like each other. It’s not even as strong an emotion as hate it’s just a very neutral-negative dislike, but they still act in perfect concert and their individual abilities are fully complementary