ThePhoebeeJeebies

🌒 She/Her, 19, Lunatic lesbian of sorts. 🌘 Aka Ms. Information

[thephoebeejeebies]

Do you know me?

I'm sure some of our atoms knew each other at the dawn of the universe. Maybe we were something once! A comet or star maybe. We could be something again y'know, we could be friends.

(Intro post)

Howdy! I'm Phoebe!

A.K.A. ThePhoebeeJeebies

A.K.A. Ms. Information

Some things about me...

I'm mother to many beautiful horrors whose faces, disfigured, I'll all have forgotten. (I have a terrible memory)

The goal of all my posts is for you to fall in love with me

Some nights when no one is looking, I blow kisses to the stars and it feels like making a wish, but I'm never asking for anything. Just that my affections be out there in the universe somewhere, waiting to find a home.

You're entitled to 5 Phoebucks if you follow me...

What's this blog for?

It's poems, witchy stuff, fantasy topics, lesbian yearning, and other assorted topics. There isn't really an overarching theme to my blog, I usually just say what's on my mind in the prettiest way I can manage.

I think there's something for everyone on my page. I'm happy to answer questions and make conversation, don't be shy! This blog is 90% sfw but minors beware you're in for a scare. And besides that, everyone is very welcome to follow and enjoy my blog.

Asks are under #asks!

(These super cute text dividers were made by @uzmacchiato)

Okay but really who are you?

I was getting to that, jeez dude.

I'm a 19-year-old sapphic woman from California USA, I use she/her pronouns, It's hard to call myself a writer, but that is most of what I do. I'm very much fond of centipedes, all manner of creepy critters, and doves. My favorite color is obvious.

If you're curious about my interests feel free to ask! Nothing so impersonal as a list of things I enjoy.

Fun fact: You can see the outline of my actual face in my profile photo. In case you were wondering what that looked like.

But enough about me, who are you?

[thephoebeejeebies]

Every lesbian you know is looking for a butch. They talk about them the same way cryptozoologists discuss fabled beasts. "Need to find a butch", "Imagine a butch...", "Hunting for a butch". Get the cast of finding bigfoot on this, I think I just heard a carabiner clink against a tree.

[thephoebeejeebies]

The butches of tumblr are easily caught however. This post alone has captured numerous individuals of their elusive kind. Much like one might attract a beetlejuice, I've said their name three times, and they must appear. We keep their attention with portraits of gorgeous women while researchers debate butch biology in the tags. They are released back to the wild with a colorful wristband which will make all the femmes swoon.

[thephoebeejeebies]

Mages are enchanted by thermodynamics.

AWAB

All wizards are batteries.

[thephoebeejeebies]

In the question of the pen or the sword, the pen is not mightier. It is only holding more potential. And then, not the pen itself but the ink, or in another way the paper it is imbued upon. But none of these materials any more decisive than the hand that wields them. Pen, or sword, ink, or blood, nothing spills on its own. Nothing spills out of nothing. In every matter of might, it is only really of men. Men and their wars of blood and ink.

And then there are women. Uhhhhhgggggggghghghghg. Women... 🫦🫦🫦

[hellomyfuturelovers]

tomorrow isn’t promised! flirt with your mutuals today!!

[thephoebeejeebies]

So say, the lesbians of yesterday...

[thephoebeejeebies]

And look. It's okay to make wishes, but you have to understand. The stars are all spent. It took just long enough to see them, that they died before you did. The light is all that's left, or maybe they just got sick of making miracles. But in any case, listen. If you're really desperate, you won't look at the light, you'll look between. Focus on the dark just past the stars.

There's no saying you'll find any. But if luck ever owes you one, then somewhere in that inky black, way out past understanding, a star begins to burn for the very first time. A newborn behemoth which you will never see. Never once wished on. Not before you, hopefully. That's the faith in a thing like this. You wish twice. First that someone, something, will hear you. Second, that it listens. And you'll never know that it did. Not unless it does.

But I think I get you. As much as I can get the many someones you might be. You want it now. You want to know. I must warn you: that way is not free of faith either.

Nearly every element in your body can only be formed in the core of a star before being launched posthumously across space. The basis of all life is built on the foundation of that death. You are every bit a child of the cosmos as the newborn behemoth, or the ghosts still haunting the sky. You're made of the same stuff they are, after all. Maybe it's cliché. The faith goes to you. Breathing or burning, it doesn't matter. Everything you do, is something you're making miracles to accomplish. Do with that what you will. Burn, or burn out. But whatever you choose, some day, some million years from now, somewhere, some million miles from home, your light may too reach an infant star. And as naive, or hopeful as they might be, they will think of you as something bright, and they will want to wish on you too.

[thephoebeejeebies]

That thing about lesbians flirting by exchanging greetings back and forth is super true btw.

You don't have to include dialogue in your fanfiction, it can just look like this:

"Heeyyy"

"Hey!"

"Hey..."

"Hey?"

(Implied straddling)

"Hey."

"H-hey..."

In this way, and many others, a lesbian is no different than a horse.

[thephoebeejeebies]

I stand by that this is one of my best ever posts

[thephoebeejeebies]

Thought it was funny when someone said "Breading kink" instead of breeding kink, but they're kind of the same when you think about it.

Both get turned on by putting a bun in the oven.

[thephoebeejeebies]

Every lesbian you know is looking for a butch. They talk about them the same way cryptozoologists discuss fabled beasts. "Need to find a butch", "Imagine a butch...", "Hunting for a butch". Get the cast of finding bigfoot on this, I think I just heard a carabiner clink against a tree.

[fynn-the-trans-elf-deactivated2]

Tag game!!!!

Do this picrew and make urself! (to the best of your ability. And maybe with some extra funsies stuff :3)

@a-dam-tris-prior-fan @i-put-the-hyper-in-hyperfixated @queensnowlake-wof @raynilikescats @justcallmedom31 @algae122 @leeotard + open tags :)

[maceydottxt-deactivated20260402]

taking control of the open tags: me and my oc henry!

@because-i-do-it-all-the-time @lenahasalotoffields @deadwo0d @goodbyesugargrl @marsmaladeee @jamiemaybeme @horseshitcyberbully @bandcampgremlin and any more who may want to join!

[jamiemaybeme]

thank you for tagging me!!!!

obvs no pressure tags:

@vaguely-sage @such-a-creative-name @styx-the-stick @onlystarless-eyesremain + open tags :3

(i've inevitably missed people because i don't remember who my mutuals are/who likes tag games so please lmk if you wanna be tagged next time! also if you'd rather not be tagged please also lmk!)

[styx-the-stick]

yippee thank you for tagging me!!

no pressure tags: @montied @vinecovered-mech @elliottexists @cowsandcrows @stars-irises @kestrel-wylde + anyone else who wants to :))

[kestrel-wylde]

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG, STYX!!!!!

IT'S ME

@lynxfrost13 @centipede-rain @valicelavidad @vinecovered-mech @anothersavageinthewilderness @oracleshatetoseemecoming @jennasvamp + anyone else I've forgotten!

[anothersavageinthewilderness]

Thanks for the tag, I actually kinda like how this turnd out

No pressure tags: @asortofqueerfeeling @butterflyglass @starburst99 @aqua0505

[butterflyglass]

Aww this is a fun time. No pressure tags @streatfeild @evil-dans-council-axe @gendrsoup @hellorhighblogger

[gendrsoup]

tyyy for tagging me i haven't played one of these in one william years

tagging @qu1njet @altaruwusmolboiz @fluffyfrogfriend @angstybrax @musicappreciationclub and anyone else i forgor !!

[fluffyfrogfriend]

TYY FOR THE TAGG RAAAAAAH

Me but with cool elfie ears ^

tags : @xxmytwistednightmarexx @laminated-entity @s0d4st3re0 @hawthorne-swift-enthusiasttt @sweetnsourlemon12 @lilmerh

And anyone else I forgor :P

[laminated-entity]

Thanks for tagging me, Vee!

@hawthorne-swift-enthusiasttt @fabuladorah @lezabeththetheodoraimposter + anyone else

[noacf-enthusiasttt]

tysm for the tag Lami!!

this was cute :>

@iiiidiotnathanieliii @paperstar-kitty @nowjumpinthewater @a-lintel-hopper @coneheadobviously + anyone else

[iiiidiotnathanieliii]

tysm for the tag!! :D

my hair isnt really green. i dyed it blue but it faded anddd it looks greenish blue but wtv

npt = @xleomustdiex @undead-vamp @professional-gru @insertgenericusername @around-the-venom @candycoloredblues @reggiehyperfixates @nunyaluvya @ash-the-odd-ball-2908x @zephyyyrr @frankenbrat and anyone elseee

[xashnicole1009x]

YAYY

My hair (unfortunately) doesn't naturally look like this, this is when its at its best when ive heatless curled it and its less orange and more pink💀

ntp: @pirulated @xleomustdiex @microraptorhours @ziggyrette @cin-txm

[cxn-txmmi]

TY FOR THE TAG LOVELY :3💕🌸💕

Noice :3

NO PRESSURE TAGS:

@seriouslythisisagoodname 💕

@real-slim-shakey-not-clickbait 💕

@nitevision2002 💕

+anyone!

[nitevision2002]

this is literally the most me ever :)

moots do it :))

@verytiredjay @fnaf-whore @444myy

[verytiredjay]

I feel like i made it look boring :c

@stardustlavendersstuff @glorkums @gleaming-embers

No pressure tho :3

[stardustlavendersstuff]

@my-back-hurts-sos @hellomyfuturelovers <3

[hellomyfuturelovers]

mwah mwah @ any of my moots

( @thephoebeejeebies you must.)

[thephoebeejeebies]

I was forced into this maliciously

(I have nobody to tag)

[thephoebeejeebies]

Lesbians really be doing anything instead of actually flirting with a woman.

Ask any sapphic about her love life and she'll just sigh dreamily before looking off into the distance with a wish in her heart.

[thephoebeejeebies]

WHEN IS IT MY TURN WHEN IS IT MY TURN WHEN IS IT MY TURN WHEN IS IT MY TURN WHEN IS IT MY TURN WHEN IS IT MY TURN WHEN IS IT MY TURN WHEN IS IT MY TURN WHEN IS IT MY TURN WHEN IS IT MY TURN /lesbian

[thephoebeejeebies]

I'm literally so hot...and funny, and attractive and beautiful inside and out...and nobody is fucking me about it.

[thephoebeejeebies]

I have a theory that whatever made you first gain consciousness is symbolic of your character arc in life.

I definitely have memories from when I was a younger kid. What stands out to me though is when I was 7 years old and I looked in a mirror for what must have been the hundreth time, but it was the first time I ever *saw* myself, yknow? Staring back into my eyes, and for the first time understanding in some small part what it meant to be alive.

And this could just be a me thing, but I feel like the entire rest of my life has been defined by my relationship to my reflection. There's a lot of vanity in that statement that I'm not rushing to deny, but it's beside the point.

Let me know if you've experienced anything similar!

[thephoebeejeebies]

Will someone please just say something lesbian to me?

[thephoebeejeebies]

The stiff fingers of a monkey's paw curl and in an act of vicious karma, the voices of all whom I will ever know pronounce in unison: "Something lesbian."

[thephoebeejeebies]

Will someone please just say something lesbian to me?

[thephoebeejeebies]

I imagine the moon's many hues as different outfits, gifted by the atmosphere of earth. Maybe tonight she's decided that white is her color. Out on the ballroom stage, trying to catch the eye of Jupiter. Settling for saturn, who always had a thing for moons and was never any good at letting them go. Saturn who kept every ring she'd ever been offered. It's odd to think of them as people. It's odd that they have names. Billions old giants looming in the sky, and we, the rarest collection of dust in the universe thought to give it a name. And it seems so strange, but what else can you give a thing like that? Maybe it's not so strange to think of them like people. Maybe that's as close as we can get to loving them. Spending the first few thousands of years introducing ourselves. Exchanging names with the cosmos. But only the moon grew up beside us. Our sister in the sky. Both children of the earth. We have loved her since before she had a name. I hope she will love us, once we lose ours.