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.
gotta love the duality of morpheus's chosen love interests
ex-wife: a literal centuries upon centuries old ancient greek muse who presides over eloquence and epic poetry and who looks and speaks like an ethereal wonder
current boyfriend: a himbo
i’ll be like 40 w/no kids and people will say “aw i’m so sorry for you” and i’ll be like how was the fucking wiggles reunion tour asshole i went to italy last week for fun and didn’t have to hire a sitter
Lets assume the No Post-it was written by Fox out of pure frustration then slapped on Thorn's face like the little b*tch he is <3 Original Meme:
I don't know why im putting so much effort in these lmao ''But the best part of this plan is, no one can stop me''
curious tiger | prints
I hate that the stock response for "I'm lonely/I feel undervalued by my loved ones/I want a romantic partner" is "well do you value YOURSELF? You need to learn to enjoy being alone!" as if lonely people aren't very intimately familiar with being alone. Self esteem and love are important but they're not substitutes for companionship or friendship or romance and pretending that loneliness is a personal failure that can be fixed by self-improvement feels not only delusional but pretty cruel
i feel like tumblr doesnt know about the pain and suffering that is english tap water,,,, girl there are stalagmites inside me
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!
Genuinely one of the funniest fucking things I’ve ever seen