#Coffin Dance

[ang3l1ck]

coffin dancer dances like he wants to make a friend! but he does not.

the eye contact he makes with each and everyone he doesn’t see is kinda hot?

(lyrics to coffin dance by AJJ)

[masaroisu26]

[ajjtheblog]

I’m gonna miss this place

I’m gonna miss its face

Just like a vein inside my heart

[manlikejimbo]

You know how the alexa will just play recommended songs after it finished playing the one you asked for? Well, i asked it to play ‘DBSAC’ by The Oozes. Upon finishing this song, tell me why this mf decided to play the fucking coffin dance…

[fangirlingsohardithurts]

I think it’s safe to say that the Batfam owns the Coffin Dance song,,,,,

[rillunax]

art sucks but it’s funny so here ya go

[florenceisfalling]

decided to make a video out of this old thing from may 2020

[szeengames123]

(via https://comic.studio/s/9138)

RED Demoman goes to disappeared platform but instead he falls into the Coffin Dance while Astronomia by Tony Igy plays taken off TF2′s Deathrun map, Gayrun

[bobpoom]

Hello to all the fans of the Skibidi Toilet YouTube series! In my videos, I create covers of Coffin Dance using characters from Skibidi Toilet.

[blaisei-unforgotten]

Teacher talking about funerals in ancient egypt: So a couple years ago there was a popular video being circulated about a funeral ritual in Africa including pall bearers carrying the casket-

[imtheghostinsidemyhead]

haunted cabin in the woods

i danced in the darkness of the forest, completely myself. everything clear and coming together. my unified ghost, i haunted my body in these woods and did whatever i wanted with it. the grass clenching underneath my legs. jumping and laughing and singing with my every move. all alone under the glow of venus, i danced for her. i showed her how i've grown and what i am. i hope she helps me, for i am a creature of love. all any of us know how to do is love. but we are full of a conscious so full of denial and dissociation that we don't even know what that is. but i love myself, and being myself. i love the forest and the stars. i love the freedom of nature, i love my ghost and my body. i want to dance in the night so that i might get you to notice my ghost. i won't cry to get you to notice but live. i am caspar the friendly ghost, and i'm an author. i will do what comes out of my fingertips, i will exist for the world.

[jmfcomicsdubs]

Il l'a mérité, celle-là...

Sonic: @maxlefou Amy: Anya Kristen Auteur: RonixDraws

[shushmal]

Steve bites back a sigh when he sees a hand waving just out of the corner of his eye, trying to grab his attention from where Steve's gazing pitifully at his drink. The club is loud, music blasting, and maybe it's a little pathetic for Steve to be at his place of work on his day off, but Robin's behind the bar and he gets free drinks. Unfortunately, the kind of guys who frequent his workplace are usually the opposite of Steve's type.

So, he's prepared, for when he looks up, to gently let down whatever club boy who's decided to shoot their shot with him tonight. They all start to look the same to him: bleached hair, glitter, crop tops and low riding pants. Men who are too much like Steve to be what Steve's looking for.

When he looks up, however, his eyes go a little wide and his lips part from around the straw against his tongue.

"Hi!" yells the guy, long hair, long legs, long fingers. He's wearing way too much leather and denim for this place, and he must be boiling under that jacket. "W-would you like to dance?"

Steve takes a longer moment to take him in: his shoulders hunched up around his ears, fingers twisting his hair nervously, eyes big and brown and beautiful.

Straightening from where he's been hiding against the wall, Steve steps up into the guy's space, watches his eyes go bigger and his face go pink. He's perfect.

"I'm Steve," he says, leaning in so he can be heard over the music. "And you don't look like the kind of guy who dances."

"Oh, I'm not," the guy says, eyes flicking around Steve's face, dropping to Steve's chest, to his thighs and back up again. "Um, sorry. I'm Eddie."

Steve grins. "Nice to meet you, Eddie."

Eddie's mouth quirks up, an giddy, boyish smile. "P-pleasure's mine," he says. "And I may be terrible at it, but I'd love to dance with you. If you'd like."

"I would like," Steve tells him. He holds out his hand, feels his heart flutter when Eddie takes it. "I'd like that very much."