“You’ll never vanquish fear!” Pitch shouted, the veins in his neck stressed against the skin that tightened as his voice tore through his throat, “Not without your precious Guardian of Fun!”
The shadows converged, forming a new shape, and out of its gelatinous form stepped Jack, blue hoodie and brown, torn pants the same, but running down his pale, blue-tinted skin ran branches of darkness, its jagged ends like fingers clasping his cheeks, like nails digging into the backs of his hands, and like webs draped across the tops of his feet. His eyes glowed no more, instead they ate up the light around them, like a insatiable black hole, determined to devour every last thing in its reach. His hair was dusted with the nightmare sand, giving his previously silver hair a peppered look. His smirk turned from fun-loving to torturous, and he walked with a cocky swagger, the broken staff in each hand.
“Jack…!” Jamie gasped, torn to see his old friend at the hand of fear itself, following Pitch’s every whim. Pitch’s laughter echoed, the shadows coiling around them as they stood on the street amplifying his voice and bouncing it between them like a game.
“I’m afraid Jack is no longer with us,” Pitch chuckled, his voice laced with malice and glee, “Or might I say… no longer with you.”
“What did you do to him?!” Jamie demanded, taking a nervous step back, as did the rest of the Guardians who had ran to Jamie at the first sign of trouble. A believer as strong as him, even in his adult age, was a commodity worth protecting.
“Don’t say it like that!” Pitch scolded, looking down at his enemies from his platform of shadow, “I had no say! The boy merely… broke. With a little tension pressed on the right points, of course.”
“Jack! Snap out of it!” Toothiana called, desperate to have her friend back at her side.
“C’mon, you can’t really leave us for Pitch!” Bunny begged, ears folded back in horror.
“This is not you, Jack!” North joined in, gesturing with his twin blades. Sandy nodded in terrified agreement, shackled to the ground as all his power had been drained by the very man above them.
Jamie breathed hard, staring into Jack’s soulless eyes in a silent plea, but the man was still stood where he was, at Pitch’s feet.
“Dispose of them, Jack,” Pitch said, waving a careless hand, “We have actual business to attend to.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack replied in a hollowed voice, and with the command set, he charged forward, making quick work of the Guardians who rushed forward to protect their believer. With the four of them on the ground, panting hard to catch their breath, Jack turned to Jamie. He charged like he had done with the others, and Jamie could feel his heart jump to his throat.
“Jack!” He shouted, ducking out of the way when Jack swung one half of the staff at him, “It’s me! It’s Jamie!”
But Jack didn’t hear him, or he chose not to, and he swung again, but Jamie dodged him once more. These missed hits only enraged the deluded spirit, and he yelled angrily as he swung again, but Jamie knew him too well, too intimately. He ducked and dodged and weaved, only taking blows when he knew they weren’t as strong, and when Jack rose both arms to slam the jagged ends that once connected, Jamie threw his hands up, catching his wrists as they were coming down. They struggled, standing there, trying to overpower the other, and with a pained grunt, Jamie was forced to his knees, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
“Jamie….” Tooth wheezed, stretching out a desperate hand to try and help, but her wounds wouldn’t allow her to her feet. Jack pushed down harder, making Jamie cry out in pain as he was bent back further than he was able to handle.
“No…!” North gasped, struggling to lift himself with his sabres, using them as makeshift canes. Jamie’s grip was slipping, and in a desperate attempt, he released Jack’s wrists and grabbed the ends on the staff instead, the worn wood cutting into his palms. Jack pushed down harder, but Jamie pushed in, and he twisted the jagged ends of the staff towards each other instead of him.
“Jack!” He gasped, slamming the two ends back together, “Wake up! For me!”
Jack’s eyes widened when the staff glowed, and before Pitch could even process what happened, a light brighter than all the suns and stars compressed together burst from the broken ends, blinding everyone momentarily. Multiple shouts tore through the whiteness, then a single, broken sob tailing them.
When the light cleared and their eyes focused once more, the Guardians and Pitch saw Jack in Jamie’s arms, head ducked against his shoulder and arms tight around his body. His shoulder shook with each whimpering sob that came from him, and the darkness that tangled him to Pitch melted away through his tears, dripped out of his skin, and fell from his hair.
And he was reborn.
“These glasses are haunted,” Jack said with a grin, and Hiccup rolled his eyes to emphasize his disbelief.
“You can’t expect me to believe in ghosts if you just point at something and say its haunted.” Hiccup said matter-of-factly, but he took the silver wire-frame glasses anyway and looked them over, turning them around in his hands, then wiping the lenses clean with the bottom of his green-brown shirt.
“Well, it’s true!” Jack insisted, leaning back in Hiccup’s desk chair and putting his feet on the bed beside the brunet, watching him clean the lenses meticulously, then scoffing when he continued past what Jack believed to be perfectly clean, “You know, the longer you clean ‘em doesn’t matter.”
“Okay, how are they haunted?” Hiccup asked, glaring up at Jack with a daring grin, “If I put them on, will I see a ghost?”
“Exactly!” Jack said with a laugh, “But it’s more complicated than that. Put them on and you’ll not only see a ghost, but you’ll see nothing but ghosts!”
“That’s a load of bull and you know it,” Hiccup laughed, putting the glasses on and scrunching up his nose in a pout when Jack began to giggle, “Don’t laugh at me! I don’t usually wear glasses!”
“You should!” Jack snorted out, planting both feet on the ground and leaning towards the brunet to play with the glasses on his nose, “You look so nerdy! You’re adorable!”
“Oh, ha ha, I see what this is,” Hiccup said flatly, glaring at Jack and tugging the glasses off, much to Jack’s disappointment, “You just wanted me to wear glasses! They don’t even work anyways, I can still see you!”
“Noo!” Jack whined, grabbing Hiccup’s wrist and lifting his hand and the glasses it held back towards his face, “Put them back on! They look nice, I swear! I’ll stop laughing!”
Hiccup glared at him for good measure, but he followed Jack’s plea, placing the glasses back upon in face once more.
Just then, there was a knock at the door, catching both of their attention. Hiccup called out for his father—who it had to be, seeing how there was no one else in the house aside from them—to enter, and Jack had to add, “If ye dare.”
The door swung open, and though Hiccup heard his father huff out, “Hiccup,” he saw no one in the doorway. Hiccup blinked a few times, squinted even, then took them off and saw his father standing there in his bearded glory.
“Y-yeah, Dad?” Hiccup asked, glancing between his father and the glasses in his hand, then slipping them back on while his father talked to him.
“It’s time you do your laundry, son, your clothes are piling up,” Stoick began, gesturing to the haphazardly kept pile at Hiccup’s corner, but the brunet didn’t even focus on it. He continued to play with the glasses, putting them on, then taking them off, then doing it again, watching his father appear then vanish right before him, “Also, you didn’t do the dishes yesterday. I thought we agreed, if I cooked, you cleaned, and if you cooked, I cle—will you put down those damn glasses, boy?!”
“Sorry!” Hiccup yelped, putting them on his bed instead and folding his hands in his lap, “I know! Dishes when you cook, laundry should be washed, and I’ll vacuum when I’m done with homework. I’ll keep a closer eye on my schedule!”
Stoick stared at his son for a while longer, then sighed and shook his head, “Alright… I’m calling in for pizza, so don’t eat too much junk.”
“I’ll keep room for more junk, don’t worry,” Hiccup replied flatly, getting an eye-roll from his father before he promptly turned and left, closing the door behind him.
Hiccup was about to speak, about to say how the glasses worked, but when he looked back to Jack and saw his face, he realized.
“Believe in us now?” Jack asked, feigning a smirk.
The night was relentless. With the clouds blotting out every star from sight and muting the light reflecting off of the moon itself, scattering it throughout the sky, the air around Jamie felt even more lonesome, even more oppressive. He stood alone beneath the streetlamp, the off-yellow light washing over him like a slow-pouring waterfall of safety, encasing him in a kind of oval case of faux refuge, protecting him from the imaginary horrors just three steps ahead of him. This light reinforced shelter was the last on a street of twelve houses, the closest to the nearby bend that led to a new yet visually similar six houses, which bowled at the end, creating a finished tangent in the web of neighborhood he had been walking through.
And Jamie being who he is, could only imagine the infinite possibilities that awaited him just outside of his oxidized golden plot, the countless monsters that happened their ways out from under childrens’ beds and creepy crawlies that decided that tonight of all nights would be the best choice to stretch their eight foot legs. Were those the eyes of the mothman tucked away in the trees just outside of his cone-shaped sanctuary, or merely the lights of a flickering television illuminating the half-covered window that stood just behind the rustling leaves? Was that the growl of a horrible Wedigo, come to skin and devour the lone man stood outside, or the sound of a car’s engine attempting to keep up to speed?
But these monster stories and fairy tales were for children. Jamie no longer believed in these things, and he found it near laughable, if not downright embarrassing, that he of all people once believed—
But those lights were not there just moments ago…
The lights in the trees, the sparkling blue-white that seemed to glow in the ever dominant darkness that trapped Jamie within his confines of grayed yellow had just moved, right before Jamie’s eyes, and before the young man was able to convince himself that he was merely tired and should head home soon, they did it again, jumping from the rustling treetop to the blown-out streetlamp across the road, assisted by an even darker form as nimble and graceful as a prodigious dancer. Jamie’s breath was stolen, and the blue-eyed creature intended to do much more.
White fell from its outstretched hand, luring Jamie from his yellow-tinted cover. The darkness did not swallow him, though, it merely greeted its new visitor with open arms, carefully pulling him closer to its breast, and closer to the blue-eyed being it held. Out of reach from the now flickering light, the creature leaped down from its perch, standing at its full height and closing the distance.
And though it stole a breath, it gave back a sweet kiss.
This account gives me life
Why does everyone post the boring version with lil choirboys when THIS exists
I’M DYING Y’ALL
ADSFGDF STILL DYING
This is glorious.
i have to show this to my cat
this cheered me up this is actually super cute!What.feelslikepanic
A. This is so good
B. I KNOW THAT PIANIST I THINK WE EVEN PLAYED TOGETHER FOR A JURY WHEN I WAS A FRESHMAN WHAATTTTTT
Remember when Carlton lost his virginity?
Sums up their personalities pretty well.
Eddy: I can achieve anything
Edd: there’s a logical way to achieve what I want
Ed: there’s nothing standing in my way
Eddy hopping over the fence indicates his willingness to “cheat” the system, or to take a shortcut. Much like his schemes, it might end up being more work, but in his mind, cheating is the best way to get ahead.
Edd goes the neat and logical way, he’s straight forward. BUT, note that he closes the gate behind him rather than leaving it open. He’s incredibly meticulous and even if it’s more convenient to leave it open for anyone coming in behind him, he has to leave things neat, tidy and as he found them.
Ed is also is straight forward, he in fact is using the MOST direct route. But this route is one no one else would consider because it seems completely nonsensical. Which sums him up pretty well. The fact that it works for him is also fun to note. In general his earnestness and determination carries him through situations that most people would be stopped by.
I honestly never thought I’d see a critical analysis of Ed, Edd, and Eddy
*Jock cupping mouth in crowded high school cafeteria voice*
wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness
wine is an acquired taste. if you don’t like it, acquire some taste
omg okay I’m laughing really hard because they basically had to yell at these lollipop looking balls mounted on sticks like how do you keep a straight face doing that I can’t even
I FOUND IT
NO ONE BELIEVED ME WHEN I SAID I HEARD AN ICE CREAM TRUCK DROPIN BEATS DOWN THE STREET
NOW I HAVE A VID TO PROVE IT OMG I’M SO HAPPY I DIDN’T IMAGINE IT YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME
This is beautiful.
what if when you killed someone you gained their best trait
#you think you’re killing someone for their brain and you get their nose instead #you think you’re killing someone for their strength and you get their baking skills instead #you think you’re killing someone for their cunning and you get their ability to parallel park (via crazyassmurdererwall)
This episode nearly killed me. Just such beautiful and beautifully worded truth about life and relationships and the awkward anxiety of it all?! Ugh! Science.
Cecil and Carlos. Seriously what the hell are they. Those damnable Nightvale writers make it sound so easy to write LGBT representation into genre stories and, oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s easier in radio! But for someone working in animation, their relationship is just this far off beacon of light (above the Arby’s) of what could be (if only those darn StrexCorp execs would stop trying to kill us).