More Bubble Girls. 2026.01.18.

When I returned to tumblr, it was to post all the sketchbook drawing I'd been doing over the last half-decade. I stopped making digital drawings out of principle. But here I am, making more digital artwork for the internet. It's like a disease.

“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know

i no longer respect the hustle i want universal basic income and dignity for everyone

maybe Jesus was gay the whole time and was saying "ah, men"

all it takes to stop an angel

Okay I went to see a show tonight and one of the openers was fantastic. The lead singer was as good as the best drag queen you’ve ever seen. It was so camp, he was throwing himself on the floor, going crazy. At one point he pulled an audience member on stage and did the tango. I turned to the person next to me and said, “This is stunningly good.” And she said “thanks, he’s my son! And this is his wife.” And I see a woman. Like. I just saw the gayest performance of my life and you’re telling me he’s not even gay? He had his wrist EXTENDED and LIMP for a full ballad. He was BALD.

Man reserves all his flamboyance for the stage. Lets it build up over months until it's time to let it all out like a tea kettle focusing all the pressure into one beautiful extended high-pitched whistle. And then goes back to doing regular joe activities.

mama there a girl behind you (click for quality)

seeing people reference confession and marriage and babies in tomodachi life makes me realise i am not playing this as intended. my island has like one couple and a bunch of unrequited crushes i have no intention of doing anything with. welcome to #love loses island.

How he sees..

jax:

- gaslights

- gatekeeps

therefore jax must also:

- girlboss

your honor i rest my case

Starting this month off with destiel

AU where Pete is sacrificed and Steph keeps his cracked glasses in her pocket wherever she goes. She reaching into her pocket so she remembers he’s real. People go missing in hatchetfield every day. People are forgotten in hatchetfield every day. His glasses are a reminder that he was real, he mattered, he died, and Steph won’t forget.

Shut up m'dudes, it's a national holiday

Happy Kermie Day to all who celebrate!