#teacup poisoner

[teacsblog]

Graham Young mugshoot

[teacupofthallium]

A Passion for Poison, p.377:

“As we went along I learnt that the different kinds of colour of dress are important in Graham’s life: black is aggressive, brown is aggressive, blue is tranquil, green is flamboyant. He came to tell me how he came to look at death as an ideal state. Death is neat and orderly, sterile. He said of his victims that he thought of them being better off when they were dead. He himself felt that he had more in common with death than with life and he saw himself as an agent of mortality, an agent of death”.

[concentrated-crocodile]

vain people are the best models

[skitter-queen]

we as a twigblr can make Mauer's Poisoned Teacup one of the most memorable and iconic parts of the entire book. i believe in us. one year from now new twig readers will say "well all i really know is its a 'biopunk' setting with like funny evil kids, and jessie is there, and at some point sy poisons the preacher's teacup", and when that day comes the world will be truly beautiful

[thedepartmentofdiscoveries]

By VulgarTeaCups on Etsy.

[moth-lace]

Once upon a time there was a cruel prince who kept a beautiful witch in captivity. Every day he would bring her tea laced with Belladonna, stealing her magic, and killing her slowly. But all was not lost, as the witch was able to free herself from the clutches of the evil prince and lived happily ever after.

Soft Macabre is an aesthetic that evokes both creepiness and softness at the same time. Unlike something like Pastel Gore, Soft Macabre is purely black and white, and is usually more about photography than it is art. Soft Macabre is grungy in its visuals, with grains and other messy filters being a key part of the Soft Macabre aesthetic. Soft Macabre photos have creepiness with soft vibes co-existing. Images are given a black and white filter, and then a grainy filter over it. The point of Soft Macabre is to evoke the feelings of sadness and loneliness in what may just be normal or even happy images.

[eerieeccentrix]

[whatpennymade]

[only1one1me]

The teacup and saucer I painted is done!

And because it’s me…

Hehehe

(Did it in a cute little shop that has unfinished pottery you can paint, and they’ll bake it for you)

[the-teacup-poisoner]

When [Diana Smart] got to know my brother he had been with Hadland’s for about six weeks, employed as a storeman. She thought him very quiet at first and not an easy chap to talk to or one with whom it was possible to have an ordinary everyday conversation. He had no fund of anecdotes or amusing stories—no small talk. He employed a lot of highly-literate words that Mrs Smart did not really understand and in her own words, “‘that put me off him”’.

Yet he intrigued her; she sensed something exceptional about him. He was, in an indefinable way, distinctive; not ordinary. He stood out from the other workers in the factory. He was clean, smartly dressed, well-spoken. But peculiar. She could not hope to define this peculiarity. It manifested itself in the fact that she could not stand face to face with him and talk—particularly in a matey fashion. It displayed itself, too, in the fact that he seemed excessively cool and detached—so much so as to appear completely unemotional. In her own words, he seemed “completely unfeeling”. A rum bird is how P. G. Wodehouse would have described him. But by and large, rum birds do not work in ordinary factories among ordinary people. People in factories may have their little ways, but usually they are just people; the kind of people who live next door and who are rarely, if ever, in any way exceptional.

Nonetheless, she could not help feeling sorry for him because she knew he lived in lodgings in Hemel Hempstead and had no one to look after him. He washed all his clothes at the local launderette and did the ironing himself. He seemed terribly lonely and there was something even a little pathetic in the sad little pride he took in his smart appearance. When she first noticed him he wore RAF-type black lace-up shoes and corduroy trousers and a dark green shirt with a green tie. Then he bought himself a smart military-style raincoat with buttoned flaps and when they accidentally met in a queue at a café in Hemel Hempstead, he asked her, “‘How do you like my new clothes?—do you like the raincoat?” and he seemed very pleased when she said, “Oh, yes, it’s lovely.”

— Obsessive Poisoner: The Strange Story of Graham Young, by Winifred Young.

[xxxfinthestory]

my mental chaos

[teacsblog]

I played chess with Graham Young virtually every day. He beat me in some individual games, but never in a series. He chose the black pieces, likening their power to the Nazi SS. He was psychotic rather than Phychopathic. We used to laugh until the tears rolled down our cheeks. Graham dropped dead in his cell one morning. I suspected that he had given himself an undetectable poison. Nothing was found at the post mortem.

Ian Brady: The Untold Story of the Moors Murders by Dr. Alan Keightley

[teacupofthallium]

Some photos from Murder Casebook 59 of Graham Young

[concentrated-crocodile]

some shitty edits

#1

I feel so bad for the date

like

it's wrong

as hell

[felidaefatigue]

hello slightly spicy potter opinion

as in ceramics not dumb sparkle stick boy

if you ever come across vintage crockery that you know has lead, cadmium, or other common VERY VERY BAD FOR YOU chemicals in it, chips, crazing (the fine hairline cracks in the glasslike surface) or a matte inside... smash it immediately please.

i dont care how cute or beautiful it is. smash it into unuseable peices. too many people dont know that you can get serious neurological disabilities from drinking orange juice or coffee or other acidic or hot drinks from chemicals leeching out of the materials. too many people dont CARE.

just because YOU know its a display only peice doesnt mean whoever inherites it will, and your grandbabies could end up unable to use their hands because they had no idea they'de been slowly poisoned by grandmas cute teacups.