(I got bored at work this morning and finally wrote a rule list up. I still have to re-write it in my diet journal when I get home.)
2 liters of water a day
Keep track of water intake
Don't count coffee calories (Starbucks excluded)
1200 calorie limit (absolute max)
No pop
No food past 5 pm
16 hour fast minimum (daily)
100 chews per bite
Water with all meals
Green tea daily
Cranberry juice daily
100 jumping jacks every hour after work
15 squats every bathroom break
150 sit ups before 6 pm
Yoga on Saturdays
Cheat day: Friday (metabolism boost and binge prevention)
-cheat day rules: no calorie counting. No food after 8 pm. Start fast after meal. Work out rules still apply. No pop.
shout out to ace and aro kids who are constantly bombarded with the opinion that sex and romantic love are directly connected to living a happy life.
“How arw you paying for photoshop” im not LMAO
peter parker was created by stan lee and steve ditko to send ONE message and it was about how no matter circumstance anyone can become great. spider-man is supposed to be a story about a poor jewish boy that slowly becomes a better person and learns the value of responsibility. with great power yadda yadda.
the mcu stripped spider-man of everything that made him unique and special (lower class, abrasive personality, ruthlessly bullied in school, self-made) and turned him into a easily digestible middle class tony stark apprentice that 1) didn’t even make that suit himself 2) relied on tony for everything. they LITERALLY took a character that has been canonically poor for DECADES and wiped out all of the story that comes with that just so that rich-ass tony stark could be his ‘mentor’. peter parker never had a mentor. that’s the entire point
mcu peter parker is very obviously a ripoff of miles morales’ story (superhero mentor, ned is LITERALLY miles’ friend ganke, etc) and it pisses me off because not only did they whitewash miles morales, they erased every part of peter’s story that made him significant since nineteen sixty fucking two . good fucking evening
looking for someone new to listen to while yr in lockdown?? then keep reading n let us convince u!
hello! we're a band from south london called bears in trees. people usually tell us we're either indie, pop punk, or emo, but we think we're a dirtbag boyband.
we've been compared to;
- waterparks!
- fall out boy!
- twenty one pilots!
- the front botoms!
- cavetown!
- dodie!
- the 1975!
and we write songs abt (amongst other things): gay bars, running away from everything and everyone, dealing with the deaths of close friends, and not being able to ride yr skateboard. you can check out our spotify here.
we're also active on tumblr every day, so u can ask us whatever u want/hang.
if u think u might like us, or that yr followers will, it's cool to rb this. community is nice (especially right now) and because we aren't able to be a normal band for a while, we could really use all the help we could get.
thanks for reading, and have a lovely day.
Whumpee sobbed, straining against their restraints in a desperate attempt to escape or do something other than stay stuck there.
“You monster! You killed them! How could you? I’ll- I’ll.”
Whumpee pulled harder and harder at their restraints until there was an audible popping sound. But before Whumpee could discern what it came from, Whumper’s open palm exploded pain across their face.
“Oh shut up, Whumpee. I’m not that cruel… yet.”
Whumpee froze as Caretaker was forced to the ground in front of them, trembling and coughing up very concerning amounts of blood.
Sobbing with relief this time, Whumpee strained just as hard as before towards Caretaker. However, Whumper grabbed their chin roughly
“From now on, every time you disobey, little Caretaker here will get one step closer to their death. So I suggest you start obeying. Resistance wouldn’t be a good look on Caretaker after all.
Whumpee gulped, ignoring the pleading eye contact of Caretaker telling Whumpee not to.
Whumpee nodded.
“Okay… I’ll obey. For Caretaker’s sake.”
Whumper’s smile grew to a too-wide grin.
“Perfect, my new pet.”
With Super talking about how much he hates Sombra can someone please post that clip of Architect just hacking him on Route 66 over and over again while he rages?
You know what?? Fuck it. I'm evil. But like not E-vel. Just evil. Like it's supposed to be pronounced.
Mood: that moment in Saturday night when the girl kicks Brendon in the balls and he does that high note.
Where the hell can I get a life
I appreciate that u r reading this and also u because u r an amazing person, and you'll get through anything. i believe in u :) also i want a cool sword.
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