Now Why In The Hells Does My Algebra Teacher Have A Dancing Fruit Video Playing...

For me this was the most shocking shot of the movie:

After loving him more during the movie and especially watching how powerful he is nobody was expecting to see him dead. Watching his corpse laying on the cold floor and the shadows going after him is an image that stays on your mind, especially because you know what's going to happen after that.

Also honorable mention to this shot:

Because he looks so majestic and so menacing at the same time, and you feel you're literally inside the movie, in front of him and beside Yelena.

REAL

I'm still not used to Anti being like a threat?? a thing to worry about??? He was so goofy back in the day. What do you MEAN he's capable of causing trauma. He's too silly for that. He probably doesn't even know murder's illegal and you're accusing him of harming others. You're speaking in tongues. Anyways here's a little doodle whilst I eagerly await his return.

Eryn looks at him and nods slightly, though it's not really comprehending in her head as to why this was a good thing.

"...you're welcome," she responds after a moment. She hears the hissing of smoke, turning her head to see one of Phantom's Collected. Maybe it's the guilt talking, but she just doesn't want to be healed. She's not exactly thinking straight either, not in the best headspace. Maybe that's partially due to the blood loss. Her shoulder screams with even the slightest of movements, blood drips from her face, her arms are torn to hell and back, and her torso isn't faring too well either.

( @the-original-red-devil )

Eryn doesn't know how long she sleeps for, but she finds herself slowly stirring a while later. She keeps her eyes closed, rolling over and hoping to go back to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It may have been 3am, but that didn't mean Eryn's guard was any less vigilant, standing stock-still just a few feet away, sword still in her hand. In the time the teen had slept, several more souls had come into the room, all of them with the same palpable tension as Callithie, though none of them had chosen to arm themselves. The only light came from Tobias now, softly glowing through the darkness, the flickering, shimmering quality of his flames making the light dance. Tap. Tap. Tap. Every single soul tensed, straightening slightly - in one case sitting up from where they'd been half-laying in the curve of an aerial hoop - looking around for the source. Callithie raised her blade a little higher. "...if shit hits the fan, protect the kid," murmured a soft, southern-accented voice. Lilia shifted slightly, pulling blonde curls up into a more combat-ready ponytail. "None of us can die... she 'ain't so safe from whatever's comin'..."

CHONNY'S HERE, SCATTER!

this is where ill post quirky, relatable posts about love, life and shame.

just after pigs fly, hell freezes over, and i go to therapy.

OK, SCROLLING THROUGH THIS WHOLE ACCOUNT NOW. I HIT THE JACKPOT OF NATEMARE CONTENT.

Anonymous asked:  We like it cause it’s catchy. Isn’t that why people like songs?

You could say that, sure. Sure, songs can be catchy and have a lasting impact on its listeners. But you can always dig a little deeper into it. Find out what makes it unique. My songs have always been made out of anger. Frustration. Rage. Sadness. But, they’ve always been made to be catchy to the human ear. Why? For two reasons. One: for you to understand at least a bit of what I feel. And two: to lure you straight to me. And considering how many people have fallen for my songs… I’d say I’ve succeeded.

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Me when, no bullshit, I only listened to Natewantstobattle for the entirety of March, had a 5000 song streak and now I have 7200+ total plays for him... and not to mention i have over 2800 plays on Mangled (Natemare hyperfixation)

THEY ADDED RISE OF THE GUARDIANS BACK TO NETFLIX. ITS BEEN 2 YEARS. MY COMFORT MOVIE HAS REYURNED HOME. I COULD WEEP TEARS OF JOY.

Eryn startled a bit as she was lifted up.

"Sorry! Sorry. I thought this was abandoned. I'd been looking at the history 'n stuff and wanted to explore. I didn't know it was still inhabited. Sorry, sir," she replies, trying to hide the confusion that still lingered as she rubbed the back of her aching head. Wait. Hold on a minute. Though it was hard to see, there was a clock in the back, reading 11:14. That was close to when she arrived. Things slowly started to click together in her head as she recalled the comment made about hitting her head. She'd been unconscious, and none of the things with Phantom and the violent interaction with Natemare hadn't happened. It was one hell of a mindfuck, but it did make sense.

Eryn doesn't know how long she sleeps for, but she finds herself slowly stirring a while later. She keeps her eyes closed, rolling over and hoping to go back to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It may have been 3am, but that didn't mean Eryn's guard was any less vigilant, standing stock-still just a few feet away, sword still in her hand. In the time the teen had slept, several more souls had come into the room, all of them with the same palpable tension as Callithie, though none of them had chosen to arm themselves. The only light came from Tobias now, softly glowing through the darkness, the flickering, shimmering quality of his flames making the light dance. Tap. Tap. Tap. Every single soul tensed, straightening slightly - in one case sitting up from where they'd been half-laying in the curve of an aerial hoop - looking around for the source. Callithie raised her blade a little higher. "...if shit hits the fan, protect the kid," murmured a soft, southern-accented voice. Lilia shifted slightly, pulling blonde curls up into a more combat-ready ponytail. "None of us can die... she 'ain't so safe from whatever's comin'..."

NATEWANTSTOBATTLE KEEPS DROPPING TEASERS AJDHRUEHDG. THE NEWEST ONE FROM A FEW HOURS AGO IS THE TV AND WALL FROM HIS MUSIC VIDEO FOR TO LET GO, WHAT DOES IT MEAAAAAAAN

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Devoted Soul

This Dark has history with a particular Phantom (@the-original-red-devil). And sometimes history comes back to haunt us. -=-=-=-

The shadows curled in closer, darkening their surroundings as the demon leaned in towards his victim, half-tangled in dark threads and twitching like a fly in spiderweb, already bloodied and beaten. Clawed fingertips scraped over the prisoner's scalp, curled around a fistful of vibrantly purple hair, and yanked their head back, bending their neck to an awkward, almost painful angle. "Stubborn." Dark mused, studying the flashes of defiance playing like sheet lightning across stormy blue-grey irises. He tugged a little harder on their hair, watching the way their lip curled in response - anger and pain warring across their pale face. "All this would be over if you'd just give me an answer. I know you're one of his. Loxeio's precious Collected..." He let go of their hair, and watched them slump forwards again, either too tired to keep their head up, or simply not caring enough to keep an eye on him. The demon paused, straightening his tie, glowering down at the stubbornly silent soul. "Three souls in one. Trapped in a mortal skin, with two pathetic little worms that don't know when to shut up. I need a soul demon. Unfortunately, the only one I can think of with enough power to remedy this mess is him." His claws caught under their jaw, digging in either side. Shimmers of red, just slightly too iridescent to be the blood of a regular human, trickled down from where the skin tore under the pressure he was exerting. Thumb and forefinger cutting into their face, the others curling into their neck. "...so, I'll ask again. What alias is he hiding behind now?"

The soul's eyes flashed, blazing bright in their defiance. "I'd sooner die than tell you." Dark couldn't quite suppress the vicious snarl that left him - nor did he keep his temper well enough to stay calm, collected, and not kick the soul painfully in their ribs. They yelped in pain, the already-cracked bones yowling their protests at the rough handling, then glared up at him, hatred flickering in their eyes. "Bitch." The demon drew in a deep breath, briefly closing vantablack eyes in frustration. And then he crouched to his prisoner's level, head tilting to one side as he reached out, tilting their chin up with a surprising gentleness, staring into their eyes. “Oh, but you can’t die. I know that as well as you do." He withdrew his hand, straightening up, spikes of shadow coalescing around him. The first of them shot forwards, piercing the soul's shoulder and making them gasp with pain. Thud. "Which means..." Thud. "...that there's no end to this..." Thud. "...that I can just..."

Thud. "Keep." Thud. "Going."