Less Than A God, More Than A Man

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

hiya! i used to know you a loooong time ago, back when group chats were still a thing! i was trying to find a poem you wrote (i think it was in october 2020/21) about this lady who waits for her love to come back from war….it was one of the best things i’ve read…would you still happen to have it?

ohhh is that the pumpkin spice one?

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

hiya! i used to know you a loooong time ago, back when group chats were still a thing! i was trying to find a poem you wrote (i think it was in october 2020/21) about this lady who waits for her love to come back from war….it was one of the best things i’ve read…would you still happen to have it?

ohhh is that the pumpkin spice one?

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

"Advice" This is what I've been getting up to, I started during lockdown when I needed something to do and at this point it has gotten way out of hand,

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

???

why did I just get a bunch of followers, I havent done anything here in ages, whats happened I dont like it

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Okay no one on Tumblr that I've seen has been talking about the wine and cheese thing, but that means no one is reflecting on the absolute weapons-grade hilarity of Boris Johnson trying to inchworm his way out of trouble by claiming that he didn't know about it

Like... that wine and cheese party was the Downing Street works Christmas do. Not just any old social, the Christmas social. There were invitations. There was music. Every single worker in Downing Street was invited, even Debbie from accounts. People who didn't work there but were important to the government got invited.

And Boris is therefore claiming that all his mates got together and had a party and DIDN'T INVITE HIM.

Not only that, but they deliberately kept it a secret from him, because no one wanted him there to ruin the party because no one likes him, and I just...

The key difference between Johnson and Trump always came down to this: Johnson wants to be liked. He genuinely does. Trump wanted to be respected and feared and obeyed, he wanted to be seen as powerful and suave and cool. But he didn't care about how liked he was. Johnson, though, really fucking does. He's a deeply pathetic little twat, and he wants people to like him.

So, his choices currently are

Tell everyone in the country that his own friends and coworkers actually cannot stand him, to the point that they arranged an entire Christmas party without him

Admit that he was there and immediately be hated by literally every single human being in the country, including his own voters (hello North Shropshire), because while the rest of us spent Christmas 2020 in a lockdown and unable to see each other and in many cases literally alone, him and his mates held an illegal Christmas party that the police are refusing to investigate

His popularity is now nosediving in the polls, and it really cannot be stated how much that will be burning him.

Also, pro-Brexit Tories are even pissed off with him now. Which is a bit like someone buying a cake called a pus cake with pictures of pus all over the box and a warning sign that says This Cake Contains Pus and Other Bodily Fluids, and then crying because when they tried to eat the pus cake they found it was filled with pus. But also really funny.

Anyway, I'm placing the bet now: we will see a vote of no confidence, OR he'll jump before he has to experience that (because it would kill him), and our next PM will be Rishi Sunak

[thebaconsandwichofregret]

And don't forget

THEY HAD THIS PARTY IN THE HOUSE HE LIVES IN!

He's trying to claim that all his friends and colleagues hosted a party IN THE HOUSE HE LIVES IN while he was upstairs apparently totally oblivious!

He really thinks we're that stupid to believe that a party could be happening literally TWO FLOORS BELOW him and he not know?

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Omg omg I forgot that part and you are so right

They had a secret Christmas party that was so big that they were sending out invites to non government members which they didn't want him at, so they... what, had his mistress drug him with hefty amounts of antihistamines? He went out for the evening (also illegal at the time) and they partied hard on cheese and wine for precisely two hours and 46 minutes, then everyone went silent and snuck out when he came back?

A whole team of cleaners had to tiptoe about for four hours so they wouldn't wake up the clown upstairs.

What a cover story.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Okay well this story has... Wow.

So, let's update for those who don't know. Bear with me, I may get a couple of dates slightly wrong. First, shout out to the incredible investigative journalism and absolutely chessmaster-level shrewdness of Pippa Crerar for both digging up this story and for picking precisely the right moments to release it, morsel by morsel, to bring down Boris Johnson and possibly the whole damn government.

So after Johnson claimed he didn't know about it, then the Mirror published photos showing he was there and hosted a quiz. So, undeniable, Boris was at the Christmas party.

The Metropolitan Police declare that, even though they are investigating and fining people up to £12,000 a pop for lockdown parties, and doing so is literally their job, they will not investigate the government because "there isn't enough evidence". ACAB etc

Then, the Guardian reveals photos of Boris Johnson, his mistress, and Dominic Cummings eating cheese and drinking wine in the sun (with others around them) in the Downing Street garden, not allowed at the time (we were literally not allowed to leave home at the time). That day, Matt Hancock urges people not to have cheese and wine parties in their own gardens in spite of the nice May weather.

Then the Mirror reveals that there was actually another whole ass party - in May 2020, where 30 gathered in the garden of Downing Street (at the time we were not allowed more than 2 households meeting outside). Boris denies that it was a party, and claims it was merely a weirdly well catered work event that included his gin-drinking mistress and baby for some reason.

Then, the invites to the party were leaked by ITV. Turns out, 100 people were invited "to make the most of the lovely weather." It also told attendees to "bring their own booze."

Then an inquiry begins, carried out by Sue Gray. She is in fact a member of Number 10 staff, but no idea how independent she'll actually be one way or the other. Either way, the police are still literally refusing to investigate so lmao that's what we've got. She did get Damien Green fired for that porn thing, though, so that's encouraging.

Then this week, Johnson goes on Prime Minister's Questions. He sort of apologises, and claims that he was only there for 25 minutes but implies he then left because it felt more like an illegal social than the work event he was expecting, which is interesting, since his mistress was necking gin next to him the whole time. He should have just asked her, like. She could have clarified.

Then the Times reveals a source at the party who says that no, Boris stayed WAAAYYYY longer and spent his time wandering around and 'gladhanding' people (side note, posh people have weird words).

Then yesterday, even though we now have evidence and a confession of criminality, the Met Police announce that they will not investigate unless/until the Gray Inquiry finds evidence of criminality, which is just...an astonishingly open display of corruption, really. A real quiet-part-loud moment.

THEN, within hours, it's revealed that there were ANOTHER TWO PARTIES, except... Okay you're going to want to sit down, because shit hit the fan yesterday.

These two parties happened on the day of Prince Philip's funeral last year, aka Put Philip In The Floor Day. At the time, restrictions meant just 30 people could attend that funeral.

Which means, the Telegraph ran this headline and image:

I know we all hate the royals on Tumblr, but you have to understand just how hard that headline, and that image, and that message, hits British society. The Queen, beloved monarch, "forced to grieve alone" while the government danced and drank the night away. You cannot imagine how much power that image holds. You cannot begin to imagine the social power of it.

Boris Johnson can. He was polling only one point above Theresa May's all time low within the hour. That is a devastating popularity drop for the man who needs to be loved, who came to power on a cult of personality.

So, he went on PMQs again, to apologise to Lizzie Two. It's a really funny apology because he kind of can't apologise without admitting it and there's an enquiry going on so it's real vague, but he does cop to the parties on Put Philip In The Floor Day. Keir Starmer, in a rare display of actually providing some opposition, put the boot in quite nicely:

Well, there we have it. After months of deceit and deception, the pathetic spectacle of a man who's run out of road.

His defence, that he didn't realise he was at a party, is so ridiculous that it's actually offensive to the British public. 

He's finally been forced to admit what everyone knew that when the whole country was locked down, he was hosting boozy parties in Downing Street. 

Is he now going to do but decent thing and resign?

Which brings us to today! How is the Prime Minister coping with the situation?

Well, according to a leak from the Independent, he literally spent today working out which senior officials he can force to resign and take the blame in order to save himself in a move that he, a grown man who has fathered six or possibly seven children who is Prime Minister of the country, is without irony calling, and I am not making this up...

Operation Save Big Dog.

Big Dog is him. He is Big Dog. He has called himself Big Dog. He chose to call himself Big Dog.

Except, the Independent leaked it, as I say, so now he looks EVEN WORSE.

And Then

The Mirror's front page for tomorrow is revealed.

They have a photo of a wine fridge (capable of holding up to 34 bottles of wine) being delivered to Number 10.

Because, they reveal, these parties were not special events only.

Downing Street has been holding what they called Wine Time Fridays every week during the pandemic. They used to hold them before as well; but apparently, they've been particularly popular during lockdown.

Current polling as of 14th January 2022:

Labour 41%

Tories 27%

Those figures would translate to the Tories losing over 126 seats. Labour's largest lead since Tony Blair.

Side note to finish off for now:

Interesting how we now know a good 100 people who was at those parties, complete with photos, and yet Rishi Sunak is not in any of them. One might almost call it suspicious. And wonder at who the main source is.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

HOO BOY THE CIRCUS IS IN TOWN THIS WEEK LADS

I will try to keep this concise, and I will put in a Read More because fuck this is like... metres of political intrigue. Although first, quick housekeeping because I’m fed up of seeing some stuff turning up in the notes:

Americans stop being smug in the notes challenge. Just enjoy the clowns quietly.

It is not misogynistic to refer to Carrie Johnson as Big Dog’s mistress, you tedious voles, that’s literally what she was when he cheated on his cancer-suffering wife with her. He also dumped his wife, mid-chemotherapy, to shack up with Carrie Antoinette over there. I do not give the tiniest iota of shit that they are now married, and given that the UK press has spent two years trying to make their relationship into a fairytale princess situation, I will continue to brand her his mistress until the inevitable day he cheats on her with yet another younger model and fathers his eighth or ninth child (not an inaccurate number, this man has Disputed Children with other mistresses he refuses to take a paternity test for)

EXERCISE A MODICUM OF CRITICAL THINKING AND STOP ACCUSING ME OF THINKING RISHI SUNAK IS A GOOD ALTERNATIVE. I HAVE NOT SAID ANYWHERE THAT HE IS. ONLY THAT HE’S GUNNING FOR IT.

With that out of the way, it’s the 20th January 2022, let’s watch the elephant stand on a ball!

Earlier This Week

Let’s check the polls, after the fun of last week!

70% think he’s lying about the May 20th party, 63% think he should resign, 80% think he has not been honest, and 81% think the ‘work event’ that Big Dog described was unacceptable anyway.

But, how does that translate to politics? Well! The Police and Crime Bill is a monstrous piece of fascist legislation that the Tories are currently trying to get passed. This week it passed to the House of Lords. This would normally have been a very straightforward run through to the Queen to sign off, but LOL SOME PEOPLE ARE VERY BITTER ABOUT THE CHEESE AND WINE because instead the Lords have literally thrown out three of the worst elements.

Yes, you read that right. That Bill we’ve all been terrified about?

The Lords have rejected:

Allowing stop and search at protests without suspicion

Banning people with a “history of serious disruption” from attending protests

Making it an offence to disrupt the operation of key national infrastructure, like an airport or a newspaper printer

And then, just to rub salt in the wound, they approved two non-Tory amendments, including making misogyny a hate crime. In practice, those two amendments will now go back to the Commons to be debated more, but those three central pillars up there are just gone now. The Lords described the proposals  as “draconian”, “a wider assault on our democracy”, and “reminiscent of Cold War Eastern Bloc police states”.

Never thought I’d see the day...

So, Boris the Big Dog realises he’s in serious trouble now, because that means that even MPs who supported him now hate him because his actions are costing them the fascist laws they wanted to put in place. So he has a meeting with the one Tory you can absolutely count on to blindly and incompetently support Boris Johnson regardless of literally anything he ever does - enter, Nadine Dorres.

She suggests a zippy new ploy. he needs to shore up support from the backbenchers if he’s to survive it, so she suggests he give them everything they’ve been asking for like a gift wrapped Christmas gift of shit, and they call it Operation Red Meat, because neither of them is bright enough to consider not naming their illicit backroom plans to let them go undetected, and also, they learned nothing at all from Operation Save Big Dog. Here’s the problem: Tory backbenchers are fucking lunatics. Like, this is your mad Tory uncle who thought the highlight of 2021 was that we put a picture of a crown on beer glasses again TAKE THAT EUROPE. So what bones did Big Dog throw these people?

Threatening to cut the BBC license fee, costing them billions

Also ending all covid restrictions

Asking the military to protect against asylum seekers crossing the channel so they have to go to Rwanda and Ghana for processing instead

Except cutting the BBC alienates a chunk of the core Tory votership, which is old people.

(Remember Ghana, it’s going to be relevant in a sec)

And, it turns out, while the BBC has been very effectively muzzled by the Tories, if you then try to take away their funding anyway... they just might remember they have teeth after all.

THE CIRCUS CONTINUES, let’s see some acrobats!

Two Days Ago

Remember how Big Dog’s plan is now to send asylum seekers to Ghana?

Ghana issued a press release.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, they hadn’t heard about this at all. What’s interesting is that they called the plan Operation Dead Meat. I 100% choose to believe this is an intentionally satirical choice about their view of Boris Johnson’s career.

Meanwhile, Boris has a meeting with MPs and bursts into tears. Lol.

Another party is revealed to have happened, this time in March. But Johnson is delighted by this one - he has an alibi, you see. “I couldn’t have attended,” he insists, “because I was in Chequers by then.”

Now Chequers is his second home. At the time, as you’ll all no doubt recall, Boris had delivered his speech at the start of the lockdown, on the 23rd March 2020, telling us all to stay the fuck where we were, and not to travel for anything. Not even to go to a second home. So, in the interests of fairness, yes, he probably wasn’t at the March party.

Because he was breaking the law in a brand new way by illegally travelling between homes. A brans new crime he just confessed to without provocation. Good job, Big Dog.

Then, Pippa Crerar announces that Dominic Cummings is willing to swear under oath that BJ not only knew about the 20th May party, but that he agreed it should go ahead. This is actually a bigger deal than it sounds, because it means he lied to the House of Commons, which is actually a major no-no that people are forced to resign for.

AND THEN

To call a vote of no confidence and to get Johnson to resign, we need 54 letters from Tory MPs. 

It’s revealed that somewhere between 20 and 40 have been sent. This is primarily being led by a bunch of young, new MPs who came to power in the 2019 general election, who therefore don’t have any old ties to Johnson. Here’s the risk - that their inexperience means they get the timing wrong, lose the vote, and then we’re stuck with him. However, if that does happen, it makes the Tory party itself into a laughing stock no one will listen to.

Once again, I need to remind all of you that this man has a pathological need to be liked above all else. This is killing him.

Anyway, the acrobats were fun! Let’s move onto the jugglers!

Yesterday

The BBC, apparently starting to rise up again, have not just started following up on the letters of no confidence, but are sending Laura Kuenssberg to do it. This is impressive because she’s a massive dickhead, Tumblrs, just a huge Tory bitch, but even she is now wanting to put the boot in, it seems.

Six MPs have now gone on public record and announced they’ve sent a letter, and the BBC has found a 7th. Laura reports that  20 Tory MPs first elected in 2019 met to discuss submitting letters. This letter writing campaign gets called the Pork Pie Plot, because one of the MPs has a constituency including Melton Mowbrey, apparently, and thus the tradition of needlessly giving dramatic names to every fucking thought these people have is continued.

Afterwards, a Pork Pie Person says “I think we’ve done it – difficult to tell, though.”

In response, BJ holds urgent one on one meetings with MPs in the Pork Pie Plot where he was described as “broken and close to tears” and begged them not to leave. He promises them more money for their constituencies if they stay loyal, and threatens to withdraw funding for projects in their seats if not.

(This will come back to bite him in a minute)

Meanwhile, the Private Eye runs an interesting story. Remember the Queen, forced to grieve alone on Put Philip in the Floor Day? While the government partied? Apparently,  Downing St offered the Queen a lockdown easing in time for the funeral, so she could have more people there. But she turned it down because… it’s not safe? She cares about optics? Who knows. 

And then, it’s time for Prime Minister’s Questions, at which the following happened:

Johnson claims that he simply didn’t know the parties he held during lockdown were against the rules. This is a fascinating assertion from the man who made the rules, of course, but Dominic Cummings has announced that he personally had warned him, as did two others. Sue Grey, in response, announces that she will be interviewing Dominic Cummings

THE DEFECTION OF CHRISTIAN WAKEFIELD OH MY GOD. He was a Tory MP who got pulled into the office by the whip, and the whip tried to bully him and take his seat if he wouldn’t support BJ. So with the cameras rolling, in full view of everyone, he stood up, walked across the floor of the House of Commons to the Labour benches, and SAT DIRECTLY BEHIND KEIR STARMER I mean this man is a repugnant toad but my god, the DRAMA, the SYMBOLISM, I only wish he’d worn a cape

There are many Tories called David Davies, and they’re all appalling. This one is the least appalling, which really says nothing, it’s like comparing three virulent diseases. But: David Davies stood up from the back benches. He read out a speech, which he said was first given to then-PM Neville Chamberlin on the eve of WW2, urging him to stand down and allow Winston Churchill in. 'You have sat there too long for all the good you have done, in the name of god go'.

Johnson’s response to that last one was “I don’t actually know that speech,” which as defences go, isn’t one. A bit like saying “I didn’t rape Virginia Guiffre because I can’t sweat” for how useful or relevant it is, even if it’s true.

But like Prince Andrew, it definitely isn’t true anyway - Boris Johnson once wrote a book about Churchill and included that speech. However, no one is pushing that angle too hard, because this has made people read his book, and now the focus is on the fact that he made up most of the contents. Like, there’s a bit in it where he claims Germany seized Stalingrad during WW2, that level of made up. Here is a historian tearing it to shreds if you want history nerd drama.

The jugglers were fun! Now let’s see what you all came for: the clowns. Here’s the backing music if you want to get the full experience.

Today

Well, let’s start with the front page of the Independent.

You love to see it.

Downing Street have realised that the best thing they can do right now is to refute strongly only the things they think might be true, so they’ve given up on quotes about parties and instead are issuing official statements denying that:

Boris Johnson is called Big Dog by anyone, and

Boris Johnson cried

Precisely no one believes that, either.

Here’s Diana Johnson MP, asking another brutal question:  “If the PM is spending his time trying to convince the British public that he’s stupid instead of dishonest, isn’t it time he goes? Now?”

Meanwhile the Telegraph have announced that a further 5 Tories are considering defecting. But why could this be? Well.

Remember how I said that BJ would come to regret offering MPs money for loyalty and threatening them with no money if they rebelled?

IN THE LAST FEW MINUTES, while I have literally been writing this post okay okay I am so high on the Drama right now, let me calm down

Right, so, Will Wragg MP. Yes, that’s his real name. 

He’s a newbie as of 2019, and one of the MPs who has publicly admitted to a letter. He’s also the chair of the Public Administration and Constitutional Affairs Committee, and I’m sure he has nice eyes or something. 

HE HAS ACCUSED NUMBER 10 OF BLACKMAIL

No 10 staff, special advisors and government ministers, he says, said there would be embarrassing stories leaked to the press if MPs did not support the PM

They also repeated those funding threats.

Quoth Will Wragg, “The intimidation of a MP is a serious matter, the reports of which I’m aware would seem to constitute blackmail.”

And he has urged other MPs to contact - and I need you to sit down for this one, I’m crying, this is incredible -

He has urged other blackmailed MPs, if they feel threatened, to contact THE METROPOLITAN POLICE

THE POLICE WHO ARE LITERALLY REFUSING TO INVESTIGATE

THE ONES WHO ARE RUN BY SAJID JAVID’S BROTHER

THOSE ONES

This is the fucking funniest thing that has ever happened.

To round off, let’s check in with the Ringmaster!

Rishi Sunak has been in contact with the Pork Pie Plot People, and has asked them what they need and what he can do to help. No one knows yet if he means “Help get rid of Johnson” or “Help you feel happier with Johnson”. All very interesting I’m sure.

[moosemonstrous]

This is the clearest, most concise, informative and definitely FUCKING FUNNIEST description of what UK's been up to in the last weeks. Mainstream press could never.

@becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys, is it ok to share this post outside of tumblr? Because I feel like anyone who's been to exhausted to so much as look at news lately will very much appreciate your reporting.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Yeah, sure. I'm aware that anything I'm going to post on this blog is basically public domain, so go mad!

[trufflesmushroom]

I’ve never had a reheading go this horribly before. I’d say I’m pretty good at beheading- I may have broken a neck once or twice, but never any parts I actually liked or intended on keeping, and usually a reheading is the easiest thing, right? Just a little squish and a pop and done, a complete person. But this time it just- it just won’t go back on the body?? Which is incredibly frustrating but also, like, why??

And the funniest thing is, I’m not even swapping a head!! This is a curvy dancer head going onto a curvy dancer body!! They match!! This should have been so simple!! But no, this head’s just flopping around like a limp flaccid idiot and my hands are all red and sore now but the head just isn’t attaching all the way!!

Today I did six beheadings and two other reheadings, and I wanted to get this one attached so I could take a picture, but somehow it just isn’t working!! The head is just getting squished around but isn’t stretching over the neck right!! And I’m way too lazy to go and boil the head just to make the slip easier!! And I don’t wanna keep forcing it cuz I might break something but this is!! So frustrating!!

Like, what could I possibly be doing wrong!! Fuck!!

[trufflesmushroom]

I boiled the head and it popped right onto the neck in like two seconds.

I’m an idiot. Always do things the proper way from the get-go. Saves a lot of wasted time and struggle and ouchy hands.

[trufflesmushroom]

BARBIES. I’M TALKING ABOUT BARBIES. I AM CUSTOMIZING TOYS RIGHT NOW I AM NOT A SERIAL KILLER AND I HAVE NEVER BEHEADED AN ACTUAL REAL LIFE HUMAN BEING OR TRIED TO REATTACH A PERSON’S HEAD BY BOILING IT

[a-humble-waffle]

I THOUGHT THIS WAS A CREATIVE WRITING EXERCISE WRITTEN FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF AN EXECUTIONER/NECROMANCER

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

[prokopetz]

If you’re writing about a character who’s rich and has a big house, and you’re writing in any sort of historical setting, I can’t help but feel that you’re missing an opportunity if you never talk about the Guests.

In a modern context, big houses rarely serve any narrative purpose beyond jokes about rooms nobody has ever been in, but historically, all that extra space had an important function. Apart from families generally being larger and multi-generational households being the norm, hospitality was a major part of a wealthy household’s basic social obligations. Travel was time-consuming and expensive, and obviously your rich buddies couldn’t just rent a room while they were in town (how gauche!), so you’d be expected to put them up for as long as they cared to stay. Indeed, being able to put up lots and lots of guests was one of the basic ways you demonstrated your high status.

This expectation of hospitality extended beyond your immediate social circle, as well. If you were the big name around town, you could expect to have government officials, artists and philosophers, travelling nobility, and the like hitting you up for a spare room on very little notice, and you had to be very careful about saying “no” because refusal might be construed as a snub – or worse, an admission that you can’t afford it! The upshot is that, at any given time, a large household might be playing host to a bewildering assortment of friends, relatives, friends of relatives, relatives of friends, celebrities both far-ranging and local, dignitaries, con artists, miscellaneous weirdos, and that one guy who nobody can quite place, but whose presence everyone is too polite to question.

(The miscellaneous weirdos are a big part of it, in fact. If you’ve ever wondered how someone makes a career out of something like “being France’s most famous lover”, that’s basically how it worked: you’d use your outlandish reputation to prevail on some random wealthy jerk’s hospitality, hang around their house as an “honoured guest” for a couple of months, then discreetly move on before you wore out your welcome and repeat the whole process somewhere else. There was a whole class of people who made lifelong careers out of being entertainingly weird guests.)

Like, sure, there’s no obligation to get into any of that if domestic affairs aren’t the focus of your story. However, if you are keeping the plot close to home, it’s something where a little bit of extra thought can pay large dividends. Keep it in mind when you’re plotting out that Pride and Prejudice Batman AU next time!

[prokopetz]

I think my favourite thing about this post is all the folks in the notes who’ve read fiction set in the era of grand households but had assumed that it was merely a conceit of the genre that those households were Like That suddenly realising some things.

[prismatic-bell]

This is why Agatha Christie novels always have these bizarro casts that make no damn sense (and is the thing the entire plot of Why Didn’t They Ask Evans hangs on). Her casts tend to be upper-class, and thus have this space to show off.

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

So I have been away a while, this is because during the last year I have been obsessively creating endless memes based on Dune, not limited to an entire fucking comic book set during the God Emperor of Dune era which now runs to 70 pages. I Have A Problem. I got so much of this stuff, you don’t even know.

[namcoarcade]

reblog this to hug me

[haoqw]

artists when drawing: i want to draw. i have no motivation. i am doodling. drawing is hard. i am never touching a pencil again. i miss drawing.

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

You can only draw when you have the JUICE. You will not know when you are going to have the JUICE, nor how much JUICE you have left in you- until, of course, you realise that you are out of JUICE. Then you must wait for more JUICE, and of course if you want JUICE then you have to learn how to SQUEEZE.

[evilbuildingsblog]

guangzhou, china

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

This is the headquarters of Oumblr dot com, the negative inverse website where you receive psychic recompense for every post until you vibrate out of existence. It is neither malicious or sentient, but it will not stop until all life is extinguished.

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

The Council of Unicorns - Andy's Comic Shop's Ko-fi Shop

Just a silly little comic that started out as a Tumblr joke, and snowballed a little. My theory was simple- what if you could ask questions, and those...

The collected council of unicorns, all in one place at last! I’ve been meaning to sort something like this out. It’s pay-whatever-you-like so grab a copy if you please.

[patcoet]

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

The Collected Leto - Andy's Comic Shop's Ko-fi Shop

Based on joke in the Dune Sietchposting Facebook group that ended up running way further than I imagined, here is the collection of all my "The Wisdom...

THE COLLECTED LETO! That’s right I made loads of Leto comics, and I collected them all! It’s free to download, pay if you wish to, and enjoy!

[guerrillatech]

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

In a hundred years the wall is being redecorated, and the ancient peeling paint comes off piece by piece. Suddenly freed from a painty prison the roach continues exactly where it had left off. “...MAH HONEY! HELLO MAH RAGTIME GAAAAAAAL!”

[lessthanagodmorethanaman]

Right wing talking heads have to explain themselves to Jareth, the Goblin King. Good idea y/n?