#black boys are magic

[saydesole]

Happy Black History 🤎

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[pro-royalty]

Ayo Edebiri & Daniel Kaluuya

[malsorie]

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being Autistic

[kahixxi]

[sailorsenshigifs]

[ghostbsuter]

"Oh, fuck no." The door is slammed, unfortunately for him, the guy stuck his foot in the jamb and pushed it open again.

"C'mon luv!" Constantine smiles charmingly, not waiting for Danny and entering the apartment.

At least Batman, Nightwing and Spoiler had the patience to wait for him to invite them in. Sagging against the door, he beckoned them inside.

Despite the caution, Spoiler gleefully stepped in, looking around like a child in an amusement park— which might not be too far off.

His apartment is, with all its wards and enchantments, very magical inside than it is outside.

The planetary system of another world, used as light for the living room and for practice.

(Nightwing is careful with what he touches. He still remembers the hours they spent in Mumbo Jumbo's hat.)

Batman on the other hand is following Constantine and Danny to what he assumes to be the office, if the amount of magical stuff carelessly laying around means anything.

"Alright fucker, what are you doing here? And how did you even know I live in gotham?"

John had the audacity to look abashed, scratching the back of his head with a nervous chuckle.

"Something came up and you know Gotham doesn't like me. She is much more used to you and I wanted to introduce bats to you, in case of emergency."

The young adolence stares owlishly.

(How did Constantine expect him to act at the fact that he's trusting a magical situation into the hands of a stranger?

Batman isn't sure how good the boy even is!)

"That's incredible thoughtful of you Connie." Danny hums. "What did you lose for your sorry ass to come here?"

Spoiler snorts, petting a red salamander. "He didn't lose anything." She reassures with a wave, giving an exaggerated smile and raising her brows to show that she's finding it very amusing.

Constantine sputters.

"Ancient knows how Zatanna and Raven deal with him."

Nighteing perks up from the side where he'd looked over the books, some pixie fairies(?) fawning over him? "Raven? You know her?"

Danny suppresses another sigh.

[loveandlegacy]

act i-ii viktor gets all the cred for the quasi-christian imagery and i understand why even tho i think the aesthetic association is actually kind of shallow and one of the much weaker points of the art direction of s2 but i think these shots of ekko both on their own and in comparison are especially strong invocations of divinity. the weirdness of what the anomaly does to bodies is such a lovely visual signifier for both spatial hyperdimensionality and the kind of less serious concept of 'biblically accurate angels'. the staging and the lighting too and the halo of the anomaly itself, with powder/jinx holding other-ekko a la bouguereau's madonna/pieta – it reads like a contemporary take on an annunciation without feeling overwhelmingly derivative. all this for the boy savior. i love it a lot

[littlewiseeyes]

Black women.

Black men.

Black people.

🖤🤎

[saydesole]

Vinyl Records 🎶

Music is the most beautiful thing in the world 🫶🏽

[madmachaca]

Men only want one thing, and it's disgusting 🙄🙄

[grandtheftautumn]

I think it’s funny that the Pete Wentz that the anti-“jock rock” crowd likes to wax poetic about was a former all state soccer player who was playing D1 soccer just a couple years prior.

[arsquare]

gosho boy slay

[twinkskeletons]

sal and dean (or my proximity to greatness)

[lulublack90]

Prompt 24 - Sleigh

@wolfstarmicrofic December 24, word count 625

Sirius was excited. It was the day of the Potters' annual Christmas Party, and as usual, they’d gone all out. Every inch of the house was covered in decorations. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg was almost overpowering, but the smell of turkey and roast potatoes and other savoury treats helped to make it bearable. And if you thought the inside was magical, the outside was even better. 

Monty had been in charge of that, and with the help of his boys, Sirius always felt a warm glow creep through him when Monty called him that they’d transformed the gardens into a wonderland. Icicles adorned the outside of the house, and a path of real fairy lights took you to the maze, where more fairy lights guided you into the impeccably manicured hedges, passing intricately carved ice sculptures of unicorns, kneazles, tiny bowtruckles hiding in the sides of the maze, a gnome, a family of knarls and because they insisted and Monty saw no harm in it, a stag, a huge dog, a tiny rat and a proud looking wolf, to eventually arrive at the very centre where an enormous wooden sleigh stood. 

The rest of the garden was covered in a thick layer of snow where he and James had spent hours building snowmen and delicate snowballs, charmed to look like golden snitches fluttered overhead. Sirius was very proud of the work they’d done. 

The party started, and Sirius immediately lost track of his friends as they got swept away by the many guests Effie and Monty had invited. He spotted James and Peter a few times, but Remus remained elusive.  

Towards the end of the night, Sirius found him. Sirius had had one too many cups of Monty’s famous punch and stumbled upon Remus staring at the wolf ice sculpture. 

“Moony!” He grinned madly at his best friend. Remus startled as though he hadn’t heard him coming, which was ridiculous as Remus’s hearing was impeccable.

“Oh, hi Sirius,” Remus’s smile looked forced. Sirius immediately sobered up. Something was upsetting his friend and he wanted to help. 

“What’s up, Moony?” He asked, moving closer and bumping him with his arm. Remus heaved a great sigh, not taking his eyes off the icy wolf. 

“Is this what I really look like? You know, on the full moon?” Sirius squinted at the sculpture.

“Nope,” He said, shaking his head. “You are far more beautiful. This wolf is nothing compared to you,” Remus turned to him, his eyes oddly shiny. 

“You’re a good friend, Sirius, you know that?” Sirius swallowed, and he didn’t know if it was the lethal mixture of fruity alcohol that Monty had mixed or if he’d always wanted to, but his hands rose, cupping Remus’s face, and he gently urged Remus to bend down to him, and then they were kissing. 

“Remus,” He whispered into the quiet pocket they were in. 

“Sirius,” Remus whimpered back, and Sirius kissed him again. 

They lost track of time as they discovered each other, moving to the sleigh so they’d be more comfortable. Footsteps disturbed them, and they pulled apart. 

“Sirius Black, you’d better not be in my sleigh with a girl!” Effie Potter called out as she neared the sleigh. Both of their heads bobbed up comically, and Effie laughed. “Oh, it’s just you, Remus. You had me worried for a moment there,” Sirius burst into uncontrollable giggles. Oh Effie, he thought, if only you knew. 

They followed her back up to the house and said goodbye to the few straggling guests before heading upstairs to bed. That night, Sirius snuck into Remus’s room and spent the rest of the night snuggled up against the lanky boy, feeling completely at home and so, so, so happy.  

The next morning

[sailorsenshigifs]