[everynineyearsandthirtyfourdays]

[ghostantine]

Constantine Aesthetic: MUCOUS MEMBRANE

[the-constantone]

@magictricked​

she had only allowed herself to be honest and open with john over the hurt that the league threw upon her everyday; their distrust over magic, over HER, it crumbled the typical pride and joy that came from a life filled with magic. it may have been part of the reason that john detested them so much. 

arms raised so that palms rested against his shoulders, fingers playing with the tan lapels of his typical overcoat with near loving caresses. a sigh betrayed her former bravado. 

‘      bruce knows where they believe darkseid is hiding but refuses to tell me. we could kindly ask him   ?      ’

John sighed dramatically at her suggestion. “And here I thought run off meant back to the house and out of here” honestly he had no issue taking her and leaving. Holding up in the house and let this horrible plan unfold and deal with the aftermath.

However it was obvious zatanna thought the opposite.

“Yes I’m sure he’d just turn over it if we ask” he chuckled at the thought.

“Or if your being a tad more rebellious we could use our ways of getting it from him.” He said his lips curling into a devilish smirk.”and not ask him, I wager that will work in our favor much better” 

[the-constantone]

@beliefruined​

She gave a small shrug of her shoulders, before she got up and headed to the kitchen. Filling up the tea kettle, she popped it on the stove, turning it on. “Just because you’ve always trusted me, doesn’t mean you’ve always trusted me with this,” she pointed out. “It’s a special kind of trust to open yourself like that and trust that I won’t run away, that I won’t look at you any differently when you’re done bearing to me all the parts of yourself that you hate the most,” she said. Zatanna busied herself as she spoke. Reaching up she pulled down two tea cups, they didn’t match, somehow none of the china in Zatanna’s house didn’t match.

Plucking two different tea bags out of a small wooden box. A simple black tea for her, one of her calming teas for him. She poured them each a cup before she walked them back to the table. Setting one in front of him, and the other in front of her.

“It’s also a special kind of trust to believe I can shoulder your burdens with you,” she pointed out.

It wasn’t hard to recall the the worst of his memories. While he knew he probably tell her everything if only because he couldn’t recall every single thing he had one in his life. But the worst of it, the moments that har large shadows over him...well who wouldn’t be terrified to not only relive those but admit the worst you’ve done to the person you cared for the most. Like condemn a small town in order to avoid a bigger blood shed, more sacrifices of lives he had to choose to do, even lives of his friends, and parts of himself in the process.

It was even a surprise he was even still human at his point. Laughable really, especially considering the demon blood that still flowed through him. Course the pain of it all, it was all proof he hadn’t crossed that line.

John almost didn’t want to glance at her. Fear gripped his chest on what he’d see, she was certainly right on that. Even now when all was said and done and he did reveal most of the darkest deeds he’d done..

He attempted to take a steady breath, “yes well, it’s not as if I needed to remind you just how much of a bloody bastard I was” he said with a soft chuckle as he ran a hand across his face at least attempting to get the anxiety of the retelling in control.

[keeper-of-the-flames]

@thefingerfuckingfemalefury in other news...

[starcitysirens]

John Constantine in every Legends episode: Freaks and Greeks (5x12)

[letyourdreamymemesbememes]

Injury Starters

“Whoa, when did you get this?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Hold still— I need to clean it.”

“I’m supposed to believe this was an accident?”

“Damn— I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“Does this hurt when I touch it?”

“What the hell, ___? Another fight?”

“What the hell happened to your face?”

“Why are you so calm about this? You’re really hurt.”

“I think your arm is broken. It’s not supposed to bend like that.”

“Here, let me help you with that.”

“You’re bleeding a lot. Too much. Apply more pressure. I’m calling an ambulance.”

“Did you think I was gonna leave you like this?”

“Instead of helping you, they ran off? What an asshole.”

“You need to be more careful. You keep getting hurt like this and you’ll put yourself out of commission.”

“Let me grab the first-aid kit. Don’t move.”

“So, do you wanna explain to me what the hell happened?”

“You look really pale. Sit down. I don’t need you fainting before I get this stitched-up.”

“I’m not blaming you, I’m just saying this looks awfully suspicious.”

“How many of them were there? This doesn’t look like one man’s doing.”

“Sit still. I need to clean this before it gets infected.”

“Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.”

“This is gonna hurt. A lot. But it’ll be quick. I need to pop it back into place.”

“I told you not to act recklessly like that. You might think you’re protecting me, but you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep jumping in like that.”

“That was really close this time. Too close. Please, promise me you’re gonna listen to me and be more careful in the future.”

[shadethechangingman]

i’ve waited too long to have you hide in the back of me i’ve cheated so long I wonder how you keep track of me you could never be strong, you can only be free - and I never asked for the truth, but you owe that to me

[teatin]

“There was a time when you trusted me with these things, Zee. Where have those days gone, eh?”

John Constantine and Zatanna Zatara in Justice League Dark (2018) #21

[bunchamemes]

MYSTIC RIVER | STARTERS send a prompt or send ✉ for a random starter. triggers apply.

take a breath. look at me. 

you were gonna leave me? without a word? 

i haven’t had a chance to talk to you all day. 

my head gets fucked up sometimes. 

it makes you feel alone, you know, hurting somebody.

do you want me to leave you alone? 

i just gotta get my head right. catch a nice, long sleep. 

it’s three in the morning. where have you been? 

go ahead, sit down. 

it just needed to be said, that’s all.

a fucking tragedy. 

it’s gonna hurt like hell when it does.

did you ever think about how just one little choice could change a whole life? 

we bury our sins here, (name). we wash them clean. 

who the fuck knows?

i’m tired of wishing things made sense. 

this guy tried to mug me, and i swung on him and he sliced me.

what happened to your hand?

that’s the way it should be, nobody to bother you in this life. no one fucking with you or your loved ones. 

ways you can manage to hurt yourself, right?

days are just good for sleeping through. 

there was blood everywhere. 

tough night?

no more lies, no more secrets.

once it’s in you, it stays. 

[shitty-hellblazer-memes]

anyways happy 67th birthday to this bastard.

[hellstantines]

x

[the-constantone]

@beliefruined​

“You just want to see me dance, this isn’t even a suggestive one, you should be pushing me to do “choli ke peeche,” but okay, since you challenged me,” she said. getting up she walked away into her room to get changed. She returned dressed and bejeweled not unlike the heroine in her infamous dance scene. Covering her face with the veil she turned on the music. Lifting it, she looked at John waiting a few beats before she covered her face again. She didn’t miss a beat, she didn’t miss a moment. Uncovering and recovering her face with the veil. The soft sublime rapture as she held her hands in front of her as if in Islamic prayer. She didn’t just nail the dancing, she nailed the acting as well.

john just shrugged, “you were the one who said it.” he was challenging her. Oh he knew full well she could do it, than an other dances from her Bollywood favorites (hell he’s seen plenty in his time with her) But it was purely for amusement on his part more than anything else. When she left he grabbed himself another beer and made himself comfortable. Popping it open and perching his legs up as she returned. 

John’s eyes never left her little performance, and he couldn’t keep the stupid grin off his face as she performed for him. And while it was impressive she did the dance seamlessly (which he expected) he was more amused she went above and beyond and tossed in the acting as well. 

Leave it to Zatanna to go above and beyond. 

Once she was done he chuckled and gave her an applause. “Well done luv. Really went for it.” he grinned as he settle back down. “think you might have missed your calling there” he joked a bit taking a sip of his drink. 

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

birthday sentence starters

as requested. Feel free to make any changes !

birthday person

“I don’t want anything.” / “Let’s not even acknowledge it.”

“It’s my birthday, bitches!”

“Whatever you do, don’t throw me a surprise party.”

“I know exactly what I want this year.”

“You can’t buy the kind of thing I want.” / “The best things in life are free.”

“Why do we celebrate birthdays anyway?”

“All I want is to be left alone.”

“Is there something you want to tell me..?”

“Please don’t sing.”

“So you…didn’t plan anything?” / “You forgot my birthday?”

“I don’t mind celebrating your birthday. I just don’t like mine.”

“It’s my birth week!” / “It’s my birth month!”

“The life of the party has arrived.”

“It’s my party, okay?”

“I never should’ve told you when my birthday is.”

“This is the best birthday ever.”

birthday celebrator

“I threw you a surprise party!”

“I hope you like your gift…”

“I made you something.”

“Don’t go in there!”

“Close your eyes. In one, two, three–!”

“Just let me celebrate you!”

“Were the confetti cannons too much?”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“What kind of cake/ice cream/balloons do you want?”

“You’re lucky I didn’t jump out of a cake.”

“I just want it to be perfect.” / “I want you to have the best birthday ever.”

“Shut up and eat your cake.”

“I did all of this for you.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I’ll do better next year.”

“I know it’s your day, but you’re being a brat.”

“I hope you live forever.”

[the-constantone]

@magictricked​

zatanna hated herself when she lost control and the only time it ever amplified was when john was caught in it’s crossfire. he had tried to help her, the magician knew that he had given every ounce of effort to be by her side, and the only progress she had managed was that it was only him that could bring her back down to earth … back to some semblance of sanity. her grip was tight on his forearms as she looked up at him, that magically glaze slowly falling away from blue eyes.

‘  i never left. i can see and feel everything but … i’m a passenger and it’s like the car has no brakes … but then you somehow manage to … ‘  she trailed off with a sigh as she continued to hold onto him for support.

With her grip on him he could feel her shake as she came down from it. John made sure to hold onto her just in case she collapsed from it all. “Ssh” he told her softly attempting to soothe her. “It’s fine luv. I got you” he assured her, his grip on her tightened ever so slightly in further attempt to ground her. “You’re just coming down from the high of it all.” He explained not taking his gaze away from hers, his features softening more as reassurance. Even his famous smirk appeared to show he was okay, “if you like later we could get high in a more comfortable way, after you come down from this one.” he joked if nothing more than to show whatever she did to him was nothing to concern herself with. John knew full well how guilty she was feeling about it all, especially since she got a bit of him as well in the process. 

[weloveoursuperheroes]

[ghostantine]

                   Happy Birthday John Constantine !

Inspired from John’s lovely little birthday fun in Hellblazer #9 “Shot to Hell”, and this is of course a slightly edited new version of my previous take on this meme :’D