#The Black Outside

[inhernature]

(via Joy Priest: "The Black Outside")

Dear Beloved, Come on out into the Outside: — where the nightshade trumpets cry slow sap   & celebrate. Come on Beloved. Come on out   into this milieu of militant affection. Gather in the clearing,   the shaded bush room, around this tree named Brother   where the funk is sweet, warm, damp place that gives life. Come on. Starry-eyed swamp sugar, smelling like   outside, sitting on your granny’s good couch, Lovemud.   Out into this other world, where the whole body becomes   a drum. Out here: —this ecological condition of Blackness.   Come out of that long longed for opening, lubricated   with spit. Dear Beloved, it’s a conspiracy of spirit: — it can’t be done alone. Come find me on the one & make it one more. Take your time but come on.   Out into the absurd emerald universe where their eye   can’t reach. Outside sense, where their mind can’t eat.   We are tearing the calluses of bark from our wounds. We are here in the grooves of bark, dancing up musk.   We are listening to the dehiscence   of honeysuckle seed           — : break open. When the bass crawls   up your roots and out into the night air our syncopated heartbeats boom together.   I need I neeeeeeeeeeeeed: — Listen: — You look good Beloved. Feel so good. You feel like sliding   out into dusk when it first begins.   You feel like a heat wave, shimmering   on skin. Uh. This fume of sorrowful smoke leaves me when you come closer: —                                                                       Goddamn Beloved, You’re so                                                                          soft dark night. You know                                                                          you’re out of sight: —

Copyright © 2024 by Joy Priest. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 26, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.

[panakina]

I think it’d be funny if Dick and Jason, due to wearing bright yellow capes on the job for years, are capable of stealth to a frankly unhinged degree. They barely have to try anymore it’s so second nature. Dick can just completely disappear while in the loudest neon clothes imaginable. Jason is constantly startling people who don’t understand how they missed a guy the size of a fridge standing right there. Bruce is extremely grateful for his unbreakable poker face because they have both startled him by accident and would never ever let him live it down if they knew.

[litandlifequotes]

When the bass crawls   up your roots and out into the night air  our syncopated heartbeats boom together.  

The Black Outside by Joy Priest

[ionomycin]

[meruz]

can u get my back

[nobitchs-world]

Me after explaining the multiverse of different people and characters where I have different ocs in my head to my sisters

[pandoraistheloml]

no rizz just pretty eyes and a overwhelming amount of knowledge about fictional characters.

[leighbaye]

[icantdothistodaybruh]

What a terribly dull ending this is.

[eleganceofhersoul]

[indivisiblecell]

"you're staring"

[soulless-bex]

i love the headcanon that Dick and Jason are stupidly more stealthy than the other bat kids because they spent their Robin years running around with a bright yellow cape

[teawithghosts]

Time to bring back this old tweet from one of the Arcane writers.

[7inaa]

Eren who becomes so blushy and quiet when he drinks.

He’s only in your room, sitting on your bed rn because Connie said he needed to ‘chill for a bit’. He stumbled in your room, studied all the posters on your wall, smelled some of your perfumes before sitting down and settling his gaze on your pretty form touching up your edges at your vanity. His eyes are glazed over with a deep, brooding intensity but his face betrays him a dopey-handsome smile. He couldn’t take his eyes off you no matter how hard he fucking tried.

“Eren stoop, I can literally feel your eyes-it’s like you’re projecting invisible lasers at me.” You giggle behind your hand and re-applying your lipgloss for the nth time that night before turning to face him. Legs spread, shirt slightly hiked to reveal his dark happy trail. Mm

He drags his glare from your lips to your face through thick lashes before giggling himself and sliding a large tattooed hand across his face.

“Good coz’ I am. ”

I might be back fr

[the-all-seeing-salmon]

Bonecharm / Mark of the Outsider

"It burns, from the inside."

Fan art of a bonecharm and the mark of the Outsider from Dishonored.

[orange-coloredsky-archive]

a development team that looks like this could not possibly have any preconceived biases against Black people. noooo way. its just a mistake that all of the Black people in fo4 are slaves or named after fascist colonizers or murdered or stereotypical conspiracy freaks. there is no way that the reality of this team is reflected in the art they create over and over and over and over and over and over and

[ID 1: A photo of the Fallout 4 development team taken from above and forward, showing a large crowd smiling at the camera, made up apparently entirely by white people, and almost entirely by white men. End ID.]