#also i HIGHLY recommend them

[sk8rambler]

im sick and tired of the buzzcocks fandom being absent on this platform

reblog this if you like buzzcocks (and maybe say what ur fav song/member is!!)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Penelope's final gambit, you will always be famous, no matter the subtext.

[taffywabbit]

reminding myself there are no truly "bad days", because every single day, someone somewhere in the world has taken a photo of an extremely tiny animal and shown it to someone else, and that's very good actually

[pencilscratchins]

sorry i stopped posting, i got medicated and also engaged

[soupfather]

Crocs are neat

[buttercupshands]

never say never I guess

had a sudden "I want to draw them"

Lyrics from "The Last Goodbye" by Billy Boyd

also a warm up that led to this, wanted to try drawing them again and somehow got inspired a bit

[casmick-consequences]

I don't care how the rest of the season goes, I don't care how awful the fights are gonna be, I don't even care how relationships are gonna evolve and devolve from here; this will always be a forever feel-good rewatch moment for me.

It's just SUCH a genuine feeling of "hey we're all in this together and even though we all have our different styles of drag it doesn't mean we can't celebrate and enjoy each others art bc that's what drag is all about"

I love this. I love Suzie. I'm SO glad she got to have this moment.

[littlesapphicraccoonguy]

Now THATS some top tier rizz 👏👏👏

[raspamon]

making memes for a 20+ year old movie i randomly watched? yes

[thatdragonzeek]

Blorbos acquired

Thank you @bamsara

[cool-as-steel]

A selection of Allen & Gintner cigarette cards from the 1888 'Pirates of the Spanish Main' series.

[harboretum]

New comic coming next week or right now if you're a patron

[chichapalabok]

"Only the two of us can understand the sureness of our love...My Dear"

Dear by Ben&Ben

[eyes-of-nine]

they're so childhood friends to lovers bodyguard au coded to me 😌✨ (they have killed so so many people)

[jeeliebeeliegoomiebear]

On Isolde and Many Doors (and One Key)

Thinking about Isolde and how she feels like she is constantly trapped in a small cramped room full of 1 million doors. Each door represents a presence that haunts her, an identity that lives inside her that calls to her from beyond the grave, a new mask to dawn.

If every person in the world were to have a room, most would have just one door, their own. But not Isolde.

Isolde feels like an empty vessel who is only there to serve as a point of entry for other people and their spirits. She has been forced to become so repressed by her environment, upbringing, and her nature as a medium that she finds it easy to forget herself. Her “self” is not someone she has ever been allowed to know.

The room grows increasingly smaller, claustrophobic and strangling her with pressure as the amount of doorways in it only increase, every new person she meets a new doorway she is plagued with, a new voyeur who has granted themselves full access to her life and her body. Something she is now willing to let them do. It is easier that way. Easier to let someone else command her vessel, something that never solely belonged to her to begin with. An escape from all the pressure, the expectations, the perfection demanded from her. It is something she should do. The duty of someone like her. Something to hide her wretched face from view, to give the people what they want, to uphold her family’s legacy. A performance that was never allowed to end. Each new door lead right back to that.

The only exception is Kakania. The only person Isolde believes has ever really seen her as more than a host for other identities or something to mold into shape, prop up as a set piece. A perfect lady. The star of Vienna. A tragic heroine. A dangerous hysteric witch. A curse manifested. The only one who was ever interested in finding Isolde’s door and that door alone. When she is with Kakania, a new door does not appear in that ever shrinking empty room, although at first she expects it to. For the first time she meets someone and is not greeted with a new ghost to haunt her. Not a door. But a key. A key that Isolde knows can unlock her own door, even when she herself cannot find it.

[eweplease]

A moment from "Moneta The Gentleman Thief" (by Kamisa on AO3) that made me Lol. such a good fic i want to draw more of it!!