talk street magic to me
drawing power from the metro lines
illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run
plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens
elementary school kids learning basic sigils on the playground
wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move
alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments
middle schoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone
numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10
kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops
Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.
Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.
Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.
Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.
Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.
In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.
Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.
One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.
Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.
Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”
Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.
Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.
Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc. They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances, they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.
Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.
Street magic is an amazing concept.
Cars with paintjobs covered in sigils, protecting them and others from harm.
Churches that are literal sanctuary, backed up with wards to prevent violence being done within their walls.
Practitioners of Sympathetic Magic using company logos to invoke the associated concepts - a nike tattoo makes you faster, something stamped with “Nokia” is more durable.
The old leylines don’t work, but the highways, train lines, water mains and high-tension cables do the trick.
just. Magic Conventions.
All of this please.
it’s literally canon that steve was jogging around the national mall for a few weeks and kept seeing this super cute runner all the time and then cap 2 opens on the day he finally got up his courage and picked out his tightest under armor shirt and just went for it
I was that kid in high school who put Edward Gorey art and limericks on the student board.
joseph fink is not even in the vicinity of fucking around on twitter today
favorite action sequences
↳ captain america: the winter soldier - nick fury is attacked
Look at this. JUST LOOK AT HOW FUCKING BADASS THIS IS.
But you still truly fear for him, because this shit happens right in the middle of a city in broad daylight, where they’re gonna riddle him with bullets and tear him into pieces. And how most people would then regard him simply as a common criminal rightfully pursued by the police, who deserved the very public execution he’s about to get.
There’s a lot to be said about how they chose the “police” machinery to take down Fury, while Steve and company was pursued by nondescript Hydra thugs and the presumably private STRIKE team. They would have absolutely no problem to murder Fury then and there, but with Steve they know they simply cannot do it when there are witnesses around.
Not here, they say for Steve Rogers. But right here and right now for Nick Fury.
And also? Before the attack, Fury sees the white cops eyeballing him in his nice SUV and says “you wanna see my lease?” This man has decades of experience in intelligence operations. He’s been lead developer on an international security-based predictive analysis program. He’s an operations mastermind.
AND NICK FURY DOESN’T SEE THIS ATTACK COMING BECAUSE THE WARNING SIGNS LOOK EXACTLY LIKE THE AVERAGE INSTITUTIONAL RACISM HE SEES ON A REGULAR BASIS.
Have I already reblogged this? I don’t care. Read it again.
Steve Rogers, bisexual icon from the 50s onward-
The yellowed-with-age letters preserved at the Smithsonian (much to Steve’s embarassment) express a powerful sensuality towards men and women-
and especially touching are his correspondences with young people writing to Captain America for advice and to express admiration- a good number come from young queer kids with no one else to turn to for advice, asking for reassurance from a symbol of heroism.
Queer scholars for decades speculating about the likely homosexuality of Captain Steve Rogers from his letters and his biography- (as well as the collected letters of his friends and fellow soldiers)
Contentious scholarship rising up arguing about the controversial subject of the sexuality of Captain America and the nature of his relationship with James Buchanan Barnes-
Conservative scholars and pundits bewailing how the liberals want to pervert a national icon for their liberal agenda-
Queer people finding the Collected Letters of Steve Rogers in their library and being blown away- how did no one mention Captain America was gay? Wait wait, people think he’s straight? How do people miss this??
And queer teens buying the book used, coverless, and keeping it with them to read when they feel alone-
dog-eared pages for the correspondence between Steve and Bucky—- heart squeezing when they think about how they must have felt about eachother
Scholars and pundits all creaming themselves when Steve comes back to life- everyone wanting him to represent for their cause…
Paparazzi taking photos of him and Nat, of him and Sam- tabloid journals making insinuating references
And Steve getting asked on some TV interview if he can comment on the rumors about him and Sharon Carter and speculation that he’s ”OTHERWISE INCLINED lolol-“ (the interviewer looks smarmy and fully expecting Steve to vehemently deny such SLANDER—)
And Steve brightly (and somewhat agressively) says that he’s actually very happily in a relationship with Sam Wilson, aka Falcon, though he considers himself bisexual
And Steve and Sam getting interviewed in OUT and the Advocate-
and eloquently articulating the need for lgbtqia role models and why it was important for him to be open about his relationship and loud about asserting that he is BIsexual-
Ahhh Steve Rogers bisexual icon
Oh I really am very mentally ill right now, aren’t I.
What if instead of acknowledging and ~processing~ my “feelings,” so called, I simply ignored them?
I swear to god I almost just made a post that was like, god, internet I am a person with feelings—
and then I was like, well, let’s not go...
"I have to go home early today because my mom emailed me two days ago."
—a well-adjusted individual who is thoroughly in control of their life and...
[[MORE]]Why am I alive.