Latest Posts by crayonboy - Page 7

Hey fatass. Were you thinking about eating? Well read this. Look at you. Look at yourself. YOU. ARE. FAT. You know why? Because you eat all the damn time, that’s why. You need to get off your lard ass and do some exercise. 100 jumping jacks, 70 crunches, 50 sit ups, 40 squats, 30 lunges, 20 mountain climbers, 10 push ups. It’ll feel much better than eating whatever the hell you were thinking about. Don’t eat that. Don’t you know what food is? It’s just a nice way to see fat. Fat just sits around and makes you jiggly and unattractive. You know who likes fatass people? NOBODY. You can’t control yourself, can you? Whatever you see, you just put it in your mouth, you don’t care that it just turns into fat. Sits around your stomach and fills in where your thigh gap would be if you were worthy of having one. Just do yourself a favour. Don’t eat that. Do some exercise, drink some water. I promise it’s better than eating whatever you were just thinking about. The craving will pass, i promise. Don’t eat, you’ll be happier.

@altarofbones

Remember this feeling.

The feeling of not giving up, of not giving in.

Going to bed, knowing that you kept the promise to yourself, and did not binge, or overeat.

You did it.

You battled the anxiety, the panic, the overwhelming need to bury your fears, and you came out swinging. Blocking jab after jab, keeping just out of range of the underhanded blows. You’re a fighter. Never forget that.

Now, sleep easily.

Tomorrow, get up, lace up your shoes, smile, and do it all over again.

You got this.

You got this.

You got this!

fitspiration-messages vs actually-loving-messages by ronnie ritchie

I'm just tired of this kinda shit.

From my insta @warcrimehog

we should uhhhh normalize non binary people or anyone under the nb umbrella choosing to use the trans flag to represent them instead of the non binary one or any other flag. the trans flag is for all of us, we are the white stripe and tbh ive gotten weird looks from people for calling myself trans and using the flag instead of the nb one. why! its ours too god dammit! we are still trans and we can use whatever god damn flag we feel like using 

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たった20秒の短いお散歩 （´・ω・｀）

#猫好き https://t.co/1IYsaF57tm

idk who needs to hear this but when your english teacher asks you to explain why an author chose to use a specific metaphor or literary device, it’s not because you won’t be able to function in real-world society without the essential knowledge of gatsby’s green light or whatever, it’s because that process develops your abilities to parse a text for meaning and fill in gaps in information by yourself, and if you’re wondering what happens when you DON’T develop an adult level of reading comprehension, look no further than the dizzying array of examples right here on tumblr dot com

Creative & DIY

@all tucutes :) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBdUea4pBjT/?igshid=r1fhvu1au39s

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

Eight Rainbows! WOW Lehigh Valley, PA [960 x 960]

you’re allowed to settle for a calm life, despite people on social media making it seem like you should do all these adventurous things. you don’t have to travel far and wide in order to be happy. you don’t have to have an amazing career in order to be proud of who you are and your life. live your life the way you want to, calm lives are good. a calm life is what i’m aiming for.

The Afton kids!! With some doodles

FIRST SPRING BONNIE IS DONE!

design belongs to @william-afton-positivity

Miu Miu Prefall 2020.

BTD/TDDUP:  Who’s the most dangerous human character?

There is a counterpart post to this for the supernatural BTD characters already posted here if you want to check that out :P

I love the human characters in the BTD/TDDUP series.  Probably a little more than the supernatural characters to be honest.  When it comes to who I think is the most dangerous in regards to the public/humanity, I had to put quite a bit of thought into this.  I don’t really have a ranking system for these, but the main things I thought about were body count, level of sadism, and physique/intellect.

 I’m also going to be thinking about the difference here between who is actively the most dangerous vs. others who are potentially more dangerous.  But the real rating will be based on who’s “actively” more dangerous.

*major spoilers below*

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BTD My thoughts on Strade

I covered my thoughts long ago on all of the “Till Death Do Us Part” game characters, but I never really took the time to talk about my thoughts about the main series “Boyfriend to Death” characters.  I have actually talked about many of these characters through various different posts.  But otherwise, there haven’t been that many posts dedicated specifically to certain BTD characters.

These posts will mostly be about my own opinions and views (a rough analysis more than anything).  I may end up focusing on multiple aspects of the character, or just one particular one if I think it defines them best (we’ll see).  For those that have read some of my other posts, there likely WILL be some thoughts I’ve stated before that I’ll simply be re-iterating here.  But there may also be some new stuff in here if it happens to come to mind, or because I’ve simply not had the time before to go over such a topic.

It will take a while to get through all 8, so please have some patience and just check back later if it looks like I don’t have a post up yet for a character you’re really interested in.  I will also be talking through these under the assumption that you’ve played/read all the routes (so I might mention but not go into explicit detail on a scene).

*major spoilers below for BOTH BTD and BTD2*

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Strade Endings Masterpost

So, time to post the Strade endings. All the endings have been posted, the list is numbered as going down the left column and then down the right!! Have fun with the Strade endings, some of these are pretty gruesome!!!

Strade was interesting to play through for sure!

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Barry Lee Loukaitis and “Rage”

Barry Loukaitis was 14 years old when he went to school carrying 2 pistols and a high powered rifle and shot his algebra teacher and 2 classmates to death on February 2nd 1996. Out of the crimes came large controversy and speculation as to what motive Loukaitis could have had. The dysfunction of his family, bullying he allegedly experienced at school, and his admitted mood swings were a few that commonly came up.  Additionally, Loukaitis’ association with certain films and books were taken into consideration, most notably “Rage” by Stephen King, as Loukaitis referenced the book during his attack quoting “This sure beats the hell out of algebra, doesn’t it?” before shooting. He later admitted that he tried to model his life after the protagonist in the book, who had shot his two teachers and held his algebra class hostage.    

One day, Loukaitis told a classmate: “Some people don’t deserve to live; some people should just die or be killed.” When the girl later argued with him over answers on a worksheet, Loukaitis exploded in anger, telling her, “Do you think you deserve to live?” It was a question he had begun to ask many students before the shootings.

Laurie Dann led an unassuming childhood, growing up in an affluent northern suburb of Chicago. She was recollected as being somewhat awkward and lacking in confidence. Maybe that’s why she completely altered her face with plastic surgery at quite a young age. She attended the University of Arizona for several years but never graduated. Whilst working as a cocktail waitress at Green Acres Country Club, she met Russell Dann, the son of a wealthy family. The duo were inseparable and settled down and got married in September of 1982. They moved into a large mansion - something that had always been a dream of Lauries.

Shortly thereafter, Russell began to notice some bizarre quirks about his new wife. For example, she would keep her makeup in the microwave, would throw money into the back seat of her car, and would put clothes away while they were still soaking wet. While the couple remained together for several years, Laurie’s quirks began to worsen and worsen. Eventually, she completely stopped leaving the house and refused to cook or clean up after herself. The relationship was doomed but it reached calamitous heights in September of 1986. Police received a phone call from Russell. Somebody had stabbed him with an ice-pick whilst he slept and he was certain it was Laurie. In fact, a store clerk would come forward to say Laurie had indeed purchased an ice-pick just days previously. The ice-pick missed his heart by just an inch. Considering Russel was asleep and didn’t see his attacker, the charges against Laurie were dropped. The couple divorced shortly afterwards. As the divorce was underway, Laurie’s ex-boyfriend from five years previously started to receive threatening phone calls from Laurie in which she claimed she was pregnant with his child. The harassment finally ended when his lawyer contacted her parents.

Laurie moved from the marital home and decided she wanted to become a babysitter but this quickly failed when she was accused of stealing from her client’s homes and slashing up their sofas, rugs, and curtains. Following this failed business idea, she moved into a dorm room on the northwest campus. This too fell apart when Laurie starred to hide rotten meat inside furniture as well as hiding rubbish in other student’s rooms. In January of 1988, she moved to a dorm in Madison, Wisconsin, where she became known as “elevator lady.” Students recalled her riding up and down in the elevator all day long. Once again, she started to leave rotten meat around the dorm and would often be seen stark naked in the communal areas. A month after moving in, a dorm room was set alight. Many believed Laurie had caused the fire intentionally but with no evidence, she was never charged.

By now, Laurie’s sanity was completely unravelled and nobody thought to get her more suitable professional help. After threatening a fellow student and slashing his clothing, Laurie baked buns and injected them with arsenic. She sent these laced treats to several frat houses and homes in the area before making her way to the home of a former babysitting client, asking if she could take their kids to the local fair. She gave the two children poisoned milk. Thankfully, they threw it out after saying it tasted strange. The arsenic in the laced treats she had sent out was so diluted that it caused no damage. From here, Laurie went to a local daycare and tried to set it on fire before returning to the former clients home which she then set on fire. They were lucky enough to escape out of a smashed window. By the time the family escaped, Laurie was en route to Hubbard Woods Elementary School. Armed with two handguns, Laurie started shooting indiscriminately as soon as she entered the building. She shot and killed 8-year-old Nicholas Corwin before critically wounding another five.

Laurie ripped off the bloody shorts she was wearing and tied a plastic bag around her waist. After fleeing the school, she crashed her car into a tree and then broke into the home of Ruth and Phillip Andrews. Laurie held the terrified family hostage for six hours, claiming she had shot and killed her rapist and was now on the run from the police. Phillip grabbed the gun from Laurie as his family escaped. During the scuffle, he was shot in the chest but managed to stagger into the garden. Alone in the Andrews home, Laurie shot herself dead.

when you look like a school shooter but wouldn’t hurt a fly – @MXDVS

LAST POSTS BEFORE DEATH:

Alex Sullivan - Killed by mass murder, James Holmes, during a midnight screening of ‘The Dark Night Rises’ in 2012.

Darren Mitchell - This was Mitchell’s final post before he and his car were swept away in the 2016 Texas floods. Mitchell’s body was discovered more than a mile downstream from where his overturned truck was located.

Dorothy Dutiel - Dutiel killed her best friend, and ex-girlfriend, May Kieu, before killing herself on a patio at Independence High School. The murder-suicide was determined to be fuelled by Kieu no longer loving Dutiel.

Cor Pan - Pan posted this photo of Malaysian airline MH17 along with the caption “if the plane disappears, this is what it looks like” in reference to the missing Malaysian airline, MH370. MH17 was later shot down over the Ukraine-Russia border.

Gary Slok - Slok posted this photo of himself and his mother, Petra Langeveld, to Facebook before take-off. The pair, on board flight MH17, were on their way to a holiday retreat designed for single parents and their children. 

Hannah -  Hannah was found dead in the woods of her hometown in Georgia soon after these Tweets. Hannah spoke frequently to her friends about an alleged stalker. Police claim she suffered a “violent death” and it was at the hands of someone she knew. Her murderer has yet to be found. 

Jaylen Fryberg - Opened fire in the school cafeteria, wounding at least 4 students and killing 1, before turning the gun on himself. Shooting was suspected to be motivated by a failed romance.

Rose Mayr  - Mayr and her friend, Elizabeth Nass, were killed moments after this Tweet when a train derailed, crushing them under tons of coal. 

Colleen Burns - Burns died after tumbling from this exact cliff face moments after this photo was taken.

Michelle Rowling - Rowling made this post after finding out her ex-boyfriend, Montrell Cooper, was released from jail. Cooper stabbed her to death moments after the posting.

Matthew DeRemer - DeRemer was killed after a drunk driver collided with his motorbike just hours after writing this post. 

Montrell Jackson - Jackson was killed 2 weeks later in what was dubbed, the ‘2016 shooting of Baton Rouge police officers’ by Gavin Long.

Reeva Steenkamp - Steenkamp was shot dead that night by boyfriend, and paralympic champion, Oscar Pistorius.

Skylar Neese - Neese was stabbed to death by former friends, Rachel Shoaf and Sheila Eddy, after the pair convinced Neese to hang out with them - despite their falling out.

LINK TO PART 2:

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy