Spooky Summer Pt 5.
Even though I’ve wrapped up my Conjuring marathon, Spooky summer marathon continues!
Last night I watched 3 moives 😅
First was "Underwater" with Kristen Stewart. It's literally "Aliens" mixed with the Cthulhu mythology and it was actually decent. It wasn't really scary but it was pretty suspenseful. I don’t know if I’ll ever rewatch it but I'd say it's definitely worth watching at least once 🤷♂️ They definitely left things open for a possible sequel at some point.
Second was "The Last Exorcism" which was pretty decent for a found footage film from 2010. It's wasn't really scary but the story was interesting and I was entertained throughout; the ending was kinda "meh" though. I saw that there's a sequel but apparently it's not worth watching and it really bad, so idk.
Last was "The Quiet One's" which I thought was incredibly boring and a massively missed opportunity given it's source material. It claims to be based on an actual parapsychology experiment conducted back in the 70s but is more "inspired" by than actually "based on" them; it shares very with the real events. The movie wasn't scary nor was it interesting. There was potential there, and a few scenes come close to being decent, but in the end the whole thing felt like a waste of time and made little sense. Would not recommend wasting time on.
My another fan Ben 10 alien, Antyalty. Despite his small and skinny frame, Antyalty is one of the most physically strong of Ben's aliens. He's easly able to pick up objects weighting multiple tons, and run as fast as most advanced sports cars. He's also quite durable, but not invincible. He still has his physical limits, is very sensitive to smells and can be easly overwhelmed, and does not take well being wet. His wings do not grand him the ability to fly, as they're made of dense metal-like substance, and are used as a swords/shield by Antylaty, by being re-attached and attached to his body.
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In Its Nature
She paved her way through the dense, humid jungle, using her trusty machete as a means of aiding her on her bold adventure, granting her access to the deepest parts of the rainforest. She chopped her way through tall grass, bushes and tendrils, letting nothing stop her. She could see venomous snakes curling in the trees, monkeys jumping between branches and the comforting sound of birds chirping. She wasn’t anxious or skittish, but there were creatures in the forest she wasn’t all that happy about encountering, such as arachnids, insects, and dangerous animals.
She had visited a nearby village and was told there were records of panthers in the area, and she knew better than to underestimate an apex predator: turning her fear of death into the will to live, relying on her gut. She brought with her enough food and water to last a week or two, but made sure to travel light. She wanted to remain quick on her feet at all times.
The hot, humid jungle exhausted her; her stamina was pushed to its limits, and she was covered in sweat. She was spent and decided to let up and take a break. She sat down on a nearby rock and removed her rucksack, taking the weight off her back. She reached into it and grabbed a chocolate-flavoured protein bar — one of many — and enjoyed it in silence, listening to the world around her; the sound of birds and other tree-dwelling animals.
It was around noon and the sun managed to shine down on her between the trees, hitting her face; its rays manouvering gracefully through the thick branches. She sipped a mouthful of water, remembering the importance of staying hydrated in the blasting heat. That’s when she heard the noise of twigs and branches breaking under the weight of something big — something potentially dangerous — and she turned her head. There, a stone’s-throw away, a big, black cat lurked behind the trees; a jaguar. It was studying her. It didn’t do anything. It buried its big, yellow eyes in hers, refusing to break eye-contact for nearly a minute. It didn’t charge at her, nor did it roar or growl. In fact, it didn’t move at all towards her — or show any signs of hostility — for that matter.
She reached slowly for her hunting knife, listening to her gut, grabbing the hilt slowly, when — all of a sudden — the cat broke eye-contact and turned its back to her, slowly shuffling away, back into the dense forest. She sighed, relieved to have survived such an encounter — and not just survive — but to walk away without a scratch. That was an experience she would bring with her for the rest of her life.