I’m having a f**king panic attack right now because of a f**king screamer…hey, MostAmazingTop10, get your sh*t straight and never do that again…because you just have an unexpecting, anxiety ridden teen who has nightmares a lot a d*mn panic attack…I hope you’re proud of yourselves…
If any of you see this video, do NOT click on it…you’ll get jumpscared almost immediately…I learned the hard way…I’m crying and shaking and sweating…due to that f**king video…I hope you’re happy you stupid f**king YouTube channel…because you just scarred someone for the rest of her f**king life…
Holy shit guys, this is so fucking legit.
For people with anxiety, here’s the details. When you open the video, you’re greeted with a generic flower field, and a decently animated butterfly.
The butterfly hovers in place for about 3 seconds, before cutting to the actual jump scare. And this one is LOUD. If you have your earbuds in, and your volume fairly low, it will still legit hurt your ears. It’s a full-blow scream.
Please be careful out there guys, there’s been a ridiculous amount of jumpscares lately, even for the spoopy season. 😦
Thank you so much for this addon, I really appreciate it, it makes me glad that someone reblogged this and added details
every king in the Middle Ages: it’s really important that I don’t die because I don’t have an heir and if something were to happen to me, the whole kingdom would be thrown into civil war
every king in the Middle Ages: anyway time to go CHASE WILD BOARS WITH A POINTY STICK
the eternal masculine dichotomy of “I must preserve my bloodline, for it is the most powerful and special on Earth” and “I am too powerful to ever die”
Chameleons don’t change color to hide, like in cartoons. They change color mostly to indicate emotions, intimidate rivals, or impress potential mates. Note that it doesn’t look down at any of the surfaces and therefore can’t have seen them to know what color to be. Also, if it were going to try to hide, it would turn the color of the tabletop.
They do have some basic ‘hiding’ patterns, but it’s just a pattern that breaks up their outline, they don’t try to color-match. Cuttlefish do that, but not chameleons. You wanna see impressive camo, look at cephalopods.
I can’t do justice to one of the weirdest camp stories I know. My friend tells it so well, and I can offer only a pale shadow of his story.
Last summer, he was working with one of the younger units comprised of ten year old boys. They had spent the night camping on another beach and were just readying themselves to depart. “Make sure you have all your things!” called my friend. “Don’t leave anything behind!”
One small boy came up, dragging a massive tangle of decomposing seaweed behind him. “But… what about me boy?” he asked, lip trembling.
“…what is ‘me boy’?”
The child held up the stinking wad of bull kelp. “This is him. This is Me Boy.”
“Me Boy is not coming back with us,” said his counselor. “You’re going to leave Me Boy behind on the beach where he belongs.”
The campers loudly mourned the loss of Me Boy. They insisted on giving him a Viking burial at sea, which just consisted of pushing him solemnly off the back of the rowboat into the water and watching him drift away in the surf.
That was only the beginning. Me Boy would be back.
The campers, in true camp fashion, possessed some kind of cultic hive-mind and a predisposition for bizarre memes. Me Boy would not be forgotten. They started telling each other stories about Me Boy and how he would one day rise again. There were warring factions with contradicting dogmas about Me Boy. Only when the gardener allowed them to take home a zucchini she had harvested did they find their god, born anew.
Me Boy, The Zucchini That Was A God, became the whole unit’s mascot. The kids would bicker over who got to carry him. They built nests and carriers for Me Boy and brought him to different activities, fiercely defending him from those that would do him harm. One child appointed himself the Voice of Me Boy and would translate the zucchini’s divine wishes into human speech.
It got out of hand. Me Boy had become a distraction, a fixation, a violent controversy. Something had to be done.
My friend, their counselor, took it upon himself to kill Me Boy. The children wailed in despair as he chopped their God into refreshing slices. With this sudden turn of fortune, followers of Me Boy turned to theophagy. “We must eat him to preserve his power!” they cried. Boys who would otherwise never have touched a vegetable ate greedily of this sacrament, eager to let Me Boy live on within them.
For a time, it seemed that peace and order had been restored, and the religion had already faded into its silver age. But only for a time.
In the last few days of camp, the religion of Me Boy splintered into several denominations. Every meal yielded new vegetable matter said to be a reincarnation of Me Boy, only for opposing groups to dismiss these as false prophets. Some believed that Me Boy was gone. Others believed his spirit lived on, intangible, omnipresent. Some believed he had found a new vessel inside a carrot, a pear, a slice of cantaloupe… even inside a child. There was chaos, and strife, and heartbreak without the guidance of Me Boy.
I did my master’s thesis on emergency contraception and I used gender-neutral language throughout. Most people didn’t notice. My supervisor occasionally asked me to use the word “women” instead of the word “people” but didn’t care enough to follow up when I ignored him. None of the people who reviewed and marked my thesis made any comment on the language I chose to use.
Using gender-neutral language was easy and I suffered no consequences for doing so as an academic, even when writing a detailed thesis on human reproductive biology.
PLEASE IF YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHERE MY HUSBAND IS SHARE IT WITH ME OR THE MASON OHIO PD
PLEASE SHARE THIS POST TO HELP FIND MY HUSBAND
Dillon Alexander Williams went to Kings Island with me and my mother Melanie Dean but is now nowhere to be found. Last time I saw him was at the Build a Bear in Kings Island and he seemed completely fine. After hours of security searching they discovered my husband was no longer in the park and hadn’t been since 11 am. He was seen on camera walking out of the park, through the Soak City parking lot and out towards the Sunoco on the other side of the street.
He was last seen wearing black jeans, pink converse, a red and black Deadpool letterman jacket and a Marie the cat beanie like in the pictures I’ve provided.
I’ve been asking around and no one has seen him. This is legitimately the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, please, if you have ANY info call the Mason PD or send me a PM on here. I just want my husband home.
I called the Mason PD myself and asked if there was a missing persons report on Dillon Williams and /yes/ there is an actual report and search going on for this guy. So it’s not made up that he’s missing.
HEY GUYS I DID MORE DIGGING ON THIS AND GOT IN TOUCH WITH DILLON’S MOTHER
He’s not missing, its a false police report. He’s trying to get away from his wife.
Obviously I asked permission to post these screenshots of the conversation I had with his mother. He is not missing. OP is trying to use Tumblr and Facebook and stranger’s lack of knowledge of the family and situation to find him and control and further abuse him.
A lot of people reblogged this from me earlier, I’d really appreciate if you reblogged this instead!
Finally. This version.
HES NOT MISSING! HES FLEEING AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP!
Don’t reblog the original post only. Add this info. It’s not safe for him.
Well that’s fucking scary
Bat shit crazy chicks at it again. Guess no is only for these crazy and not the men they abuse.
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