I Enjoy Bullying Him

some tumblr etiquette for new people!!

aww, they got married <3

This meme is a MURDER ATTEMPT.

I am absolutely fucking serious. The original meme, without the big red denial, is someone's attempt to fucking kill people.

There is NO SAFE DOSAGE of pennyroyal oil. Even Mother Earth News says there's no reason to use pennyroyal essential oil for ANYTHING, even topically or as a fragrance, for fuckssake! That should give you some idea about how dangerous it is!

Pennyroyal tea, plant matter in hot water, is a traditional abortifacient. It is *incredibly* dangerous, induces abortion by bringing the body close to organ failure (and frequently pushing the system right over the edge, because dosage is impossible to meter), but I would drink a gallon of it before I took a half-teaspoon of pennyroyal essential oil.

Two teaspoons, taken across 48 hours, has successfully killed someone.

Three teaspoons taken as a single dosage killed the consumer within THREE HOURS.

There is NO SAFE DOSAGE! FOR PENNYROYAL OIL INTERNALLY! NONE!

The person who made this meme is PURPOSEFULLY, ACTIVELY, trying to get desperate people killed!

Today's random brainrot: Soap doodling on Ghost. Just. Sitting together, Ghost with one arm stretched out, sleeve pushed up as Soap works on some random little drawing on his skin, brows furrowed in concentration. Ghost finds it adorable- the little crease in his forehead, the way he chews on his lip as he works. The warmth of his palm where it rests on his arm to keep him still, to move him into a better angle every few minutes, is grounding, and he finds himself not having to think for once. The drag of the pencil- some ballpoint pen that had originally been meant to be used on documents, probably- is familiar by now, far from the first time Soap has commandeered Ghost to be his canvas for the day.

It's a soothing activity for them both, quiet enough to relax but not so quiet that either of them would grow restless. It's intimate, the way Soap's fingers drag slowly across Ghost's skin when he's thinking of a new design or choosing a new spot to cover in ink, the way Ghost can feel Johnny's breath brush over his skin when he leans close to see his work better. He doesn't stop until he can't find any more room to draw- some days it's all covered in little individual designs, other days the patterns come together to form a larger picture. No matter which way Soap has decided to decorate Ghost's skin that particular day, it always manages to make something warm rise in the man's chest, and he always feels a little sad when they stop.

makes this within like, 3 hours and throws it at tumblr because i NEEDED to make this with One Piece characters.

also because i think the idea of the Marines having a diversity initiative is the funniest shit in the world.

rbs > likes pls

edit: i'm moving all my art to my art blog here: @vergilbergart

male gaze is not 'when person look sexy' or 'when misogynist make film'

death of the author is not 'miku wrote this'

I don't think you have to read either essay to grasp the basic concepts

death of the author means that once a work is complete, what the author believes it to mean is irrelevant to critical analysis of what's in the text. it means when analysing the meaning of a text you prioritise reader interpretation above author intention, and that an interpretation can hold valid meaning even if it's utterly unintentional on the part of the person who created the thing. it doesn't mean 'i can ignore that the person who made this is a bigot' - it may in fact often mean 'this piece of art holds a lot of bigoted meanings that the author probably wasn't intentionally trying to convey but did anyway, and it's worth addressing that on its own terms regardless of whether the author recognises it's there.' it's important to understand because most artists are not consciously and vocally aware of all the possible meanings of their art, and because art is communal and interpretive. and because what somebody thinks they mean, what you think somebody means, and what a text is saying to you are three entirely different things and it's important to be able to tell the difference.

male gaze is a cinematographic theory on how films construct subjectivity (ie who you identify with and who you look at). it argues that film language assumes that the watcher is a (cis straight white hegemonically normative) man, and treats men as relatable subjects and women as unknowable objects - men as people with interior lives and women as things to be looked at or interacted with but not related to. this includes sexual objectification and voyeurism, but it doesn't mean 'finding a lady sexy' or 'looking with a sexual lens', it means the ways in which visual languages strip women of interiority and encourage us to understand only men as relatable people. it's important to understand this because not all related gaze theories are sexual in nature and if you can't get a grip on male gaze beyond 'sexual imagery', you're really going to struggle with concepts of white or abled or cis subjectivities.

Bowuigi - Womanizer

Small town culture is knowing that there are Old Folks with strange nicknames but never knowing the stories behind them.

Of course, I made the mistake of asking why everyone calls this one guy Brickaday and it turns out that he worked at a brickyard for 40 years, stealing exactly one brick every day and making no particular efforts to conceal the theft. Nobody thought anything of it until years later he was discovered to have built three houses.

His boss is said to have shrugged and made some remarks about the importance of coming up with a plan and sticking to it.

I‘m trying to arrange my face into an appropriate approximation of silent bafflement and failing miserably.