#toxic sapphics lets go

[loonarmuunar]

This is what girls are doing at sleepovers.

Heyy,,,, Arlene and Carmilla are on artfight go look at them :)!! OooOoo you wanna draw them sooooo badddd…

[faceofleather]

We're so back (into Homestuck again) 🙏🙏 This is maybe a little shit because I half assed it ᵕ᷄≀ ̠ᵕ᷅

Transfem lesbian Vriska and nonbinary lesbian Terezi btw

[padchai]

Is everyone ready for sapphic yearning Thursday?? Wheel of Time and Chappell Roan’s new song colliding on the same day is a blessing sent from lesbian Jesus 🙏🙏☺️

[beastsovrevelation]

Honestly? I fucking hate JackieShauna. I love yuri, I like toxic yuri, but I fucking hate JackieShauna. I don't care if they were in love, the puppy-eyed psycho needs to stay away from my baby.

Shauna never deserved her. 👿

[strawberry--boi]

Hii! This is for the story requests. Could you do a chloe/lila fic, fall themed with playful flirting/bickering? Please no angst, just pure fluff, my heart can't handle it🤧

Ive been obsessed with this ship since it was introduced😖

Keep up the great work and take your time with it👍🏾

I had so much fun with this one that it's becoming cannon to my fic btw

Chloe grumbled to herself desperately as she searched through her bag, all alone in the locker room while Y/n and Adrien were chatting up a storm. She knew she had emergency lipstick, she always had emergency lipstick. Or, at least Sabrina did.

"I can't believe you, Sabrina. How dare you. Now I have to look through my own bag." Chloe huffed. "Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous."

"I agree," A voice made Chloe jump as she yelped.

"AHH! Oh." Chloe's shoulders relaxed and tensed at the same time. "It's just you."

"Just me." Lila chuckled. "And how dare Sabrina, couldn't she have thought of you when she got sick?" Lila cooed as if to a child.

"Yes!" Chloe shouted. "Finally, someone who gets it."

Lila made a face, briefly dumbfounded.

"Wow, you really are stupid." Lila snickered. "You're lucky you're cute or you'd have nothing."

Chloe looked up from searching her bag once again.

"Repeat that last part?"

"That you're stupid?" Lila repeated, face red.

"No. The other part." Chloe pressed.

"There was no other part." Lila insisted.

"Oh, it's okay." Chloe smiled. "I know I'm beautiful."

Lila couldn't tell if her face was red from embarrassment or annoyance. Most likely both.

"Of course you do." Lila rolled her eyes.

"Oh? So you agree with me." Chloe chuckled.

"Whatever you want to believe, princess." Lila crossed her arms. "Still looking for your lipstick without your maid? I think you're falling apart without her."

"Sabrina is not my maid!" Chloe shouted; for a second, Lila thought Chloe might actually defend her. "Maids don't get sick and leave you."

"Oh, poor you. A princess without her maids is nothing but a common in a fancy dress." Lila patted Chloe's head dismissively.

"Nonsense! I still have my prince charming." Chloe flipped her hair. "Now if you excuse me, I was looking for my lipstick."

"The one in Sabrina's bag?" Lila lifted an eyebrow, amused.

"No!" Chloe went red. "My backup lipstick."

"You mean the backup lipstick in Sabrina's bag?" Lila's eyes crinkled in a bemused smirk.

"I--! I--!" Chloe short-circuited before returning to her default solution. "Then give me your lipstick!"

"Wouldn't that make me your prince charming?" Lila uncrossed her arms and rested them on her hips.

Chloe wanted to say it would make Lila a maid, but she restrained herself--biting her lip.

"More like a knight." Chloe grumbled.

"Your knight in shining armor?" Lila pretended to ponder for a second. "Hm... that'll do."

Lila reached into her bag and took out her lipstick. Chloe grabbed for it but Lila caught her hand.

"Ah, ah, ah." Lila chided, wagging a finger. "A princess shouldn't apply lipstick herself."

Chloe went red, furious.

"You--" Chloe was quickly shushed with the same finger as Lila popped the cap to the lipstick and twisted it to reveal the red pigment.

"This is degrading." Chloe complained.

"Nonsense, princess." Lila chuckled. "Now, pucker your lips."

Chloe did as commanded, her face burning. Lila leaned forward, applying the lipstick. Slower than she applied it on herself. She traced the contours of Chloe's lips, her own face inches away from Chloe's--but far enough away to be excusable.

"There, you're all dolled up now." Lila smiled.

"That was unnecessary." Chloe commented, zipping her bag closed.

"Nonsense." Lila tutted. "I do that for everyone I lend lipstick to."

Lila tapped the tip of Chloe's nose before turning around and beginning to walk away. Chloe felt an unexplainable sting of jealousy in her stomach.

"You do?" Chloe asked, barely preventing her voice from cracking.

"I do." Lila lied.

"Th-then!" Chloe raised her voice to stop Lila from walking away. "You will stop doing that for everyone else!"

Lila turned around.

"Is that a command, princess?"

Chloe nodded.

"Very well. I will only apply lipstick to you."

Lila turned around before Chloe could see how red her face was.

[jackiefruitfreezedried]

I love Yellowjackets & it’s fandom for so many reasons but one of the biggest (as someone pointed out on TikTok) is all the popular ships are sapphic. There’s no super popular str8 or mlm (I have nothing against gay men but I do have a problem with the str8 women who obsess over them in fandoms) ship to push the sapphics off to the side. And no super popular male character to push our girls off to the side either.

[rawnarawnaculus]

she likes a boy -nxdia

Oc:

3.mari

[scn-thedog]

COOKIE RUN UPDATE IS YURI!!!! HOORAYYYY!!!!!

[demie90s]

For my pookie: @xxsnowxx213

Do Better

Nika Mühl x fem!reader

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Summary: You okay for UConn you’re dating someone from South Carolina—publicly. But privately? Nika’s been pushing her luck.

Genre: Sapphic sports drama, one-sided relationship angst, love-triangle tension, flirtation, jealousy, trash talk with feelings

Warnings: Profanity, possessive behavior, heavy flirtation, toxic relationship dynamics, aggressive competition, mic’d up chaos

Word Count: ~ 2.5k

I don’t even remember when it started. The spoiling. The touching. The whispering shit she had no business saying. It just… became routine.

Nika don’t ask. She does. You say you like something once—boom, it’s yours. You frown after practice—there’s a smoothie on your chair. You mention being sore—she’s got magnesium lotion in her locker for “team recovery,” like we all dumb enough to think it’s for everybody.

And it’s not just gifts. It’s her. Her presence. The way she carries herself like she got nothing to prove and everything to offer. The way she leans into me during film like I’m made of gravity. The way her voice drops when we’re alone, soft and smug, like she’s telling me secrets just to watch me squirm.

She don’t like my girl. At all. I got a girlfriend. She’s not at UConn—she plays for South Carolina. We see each other when we can. Text. FaceTime. Try to make it work. But lately? It’s been… exhausting.

She always got something to say.

“You don’t post me enough.”

“You always around Nika.”

“Be honest—are you cheating?”

Like clockwork. And I’m not. Technically. But she don’t trust me. Or maybe she does—she just don’t trust Nika.

Which is fair.

Because Nika doesn’t even try to be subtle. She’ll post a pic of me holding flowers with no caption. Zoom in on our hands in the back of a team photo. Tag me in her story just to piss my girl off and leave the tag public.

“Oops,” she’ll say when I call her out. But she’s not sorry.

Not when she tells me I deserve better. Not when she leans in during team Lives and brushes my hair out of my face like she owns me. Not when she catches my eye across the gym and raises her brow just to see if I’ll look away first.

I never do. She calls me soft. Says I get quiet when I’m being pulled in too many directions.

“You should let go of what’s draining you,” she tells me one night. “You’d glow more.”

She’s not wrong.

The real set-up started the night before our game against South Carolina.

We get to the hotel, dragging our gear, group chat blowing up, people clowning about who got what room. Geno claps his hands and starts reading off pairings like this is a damn sorority retreat.

I’m half listening—until I hear my name.

“Y/n and… Nika.” I look up. Nika’s already looking at me. Smiling like the devil himself just gave her permission.

She doesn’t say anything. Just shrugs and grabs her bag. I swear her steps get lighter the moment she realizes we’re roomed together. Like her prayers got answered and mine just got cancelled.

My phone buzzes. My girlfriend. I already know what it’s gonna say before I even open it.

“So y’all rooming together now? Lmao okay.”

“Don’t get too comfortable.”

“You know how that look, right?”

I throw the phone on the bed. Lay flat. Let out a sigh. Cause how tf….never mind.

Nika’s unzipping her suitcase like nothing’s wrong. “She mad already?”

“Why wouldn’t she be?” I mutter. “You’re her worst nightmare.”

She grins. “I should get a medal.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re not helping.”

“She doesn’t deserve you,” she says like she’s reminding me. Like I forgot.

I sit up. “She’s just… I don’t know. Always picking at shit.”

“She don’t trust you.”

“She don’t trust you.”

“Well,” Nika says, walking over, “that’s smart of her.”

I glare. “You’re terrible.”

“And yet,” she says, sitting on the bed next to me, so close our thighs touch, “you still don’t stop me.”

I don’t respond. Can’t. Cause she’s not wrong. She leans back, scrolling my phone without permission like she owns it. She reads the texts. Smiles at them like they’re funny. “You should leave her on red.”

“I can’t.”

“You could.”

Silence. Then—“You scared?”

I look over at her. Her face is soft. Too soft for the fire she usually keeps behind her eyes. It makes me nervous.

“I’m not scared,” I say.

She doesn’t blink. “Then leave her.”

I don’t answer. I don’t have to. Because it’s not that simple. Because I am loyal. Or trying to be. But Nika makes it so hard. I think she knows she’s winning.

Game day felt heavier than it should’ve.

I woke up with a headache. That dull, pressure-filled kind that starts behind the eyes and crawls across your whole skull by the time you hit shootaround. And of course, the texts started early.

“So you just not gonna say good morning?”

“You sleep in the same room as her or nah?”

“Don’t lie. I know y’all close.”

I didn’t even reply. Just turned my screen over and sat in the hotel mirror pretending to focus on my edges while Nika hummed some Croatian song behind me and tossed me her spare hair tie without even looking.

She could feel it. That tension I was dragging with me. But she ain’t say shit about it. She just walked out the room like she had a job to do.

On the court. She showed out. I mean embarrassed them.

Every possession felt personal. Like she was pissed off but too calm to scream. Just… cold. Hitting stepbacks with a smile. Fast break dimes. Locking up anyone who even looked like they were gonna drive past her.

And then she got switched onto my girl. Lord. It was a show. First play—strip steal, easy lay.

Next possession? Girl tried to drive, Nika bodied her into a damn timeout. Didn’t say a word. Just jogged past her back to the huddle, wiping her mouth like the meal was too easy.

Coach didn’t even sub her out. Nobody could. She was running that floor like it was her name on the banners. And the whole time, she kept glancing at me.

Not blowing kisses or doing anything corny. Just that same unreadable expression. Like: Are you watching? Do you see the difference yet?

I did. And I hated it. But I did.

We won.

Bench going crazy, crowd hyped. But I’m quiet. Sitting on the edge of the bleachers with a Gatorade bottle pressed to my temple and my heart trying not to race. Sweat on my neck. Breath short.

My head hurts worse. I’m still collecting myself when she walks over. My girl. Hair tied back. Face pissed. Whole body moving with too much intention.

“Nah, we not finna do that,” she says before I even register she’s standing in front of me.

“Do what?” I ask, voice flat.

She steps closer. “You think I didn’t see her? You think I didn’t hear what she said to me? That little ass whisper shit she do—”

“Stop,” I mutter. I rub my temple. “Just stop.”

“I’m talking to you.”

“And I have a headache,” I snap back, low but sharp. “Not right now.”

“You didn’t even check her!”

“And what was I supposed to do?” I shoot back. “Foul her out for making a damn jumper?”

Nika walks up right then, still wiping her mouth with her jersey, hair a little messy, cheeks flushed with victory. She’s laughing under her breath, not even pretending to be chill about it.

“Oh this what we doin now?” my girl says, stepping toward her.

Nika blinks. Looks her up and down once. “Girl, we been doin it.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Nika says, still smirking. “You got a lot to say for someone who got outplayed and outloved in the same night.”

I hear a few gasps. Someone filming. The bench ain’t even cleared yet. Media staff still courtside. And me? I’m rubbing my face like I want to disappear.

“You not even her girl,” my girl spits.

And before I can even stop myself—I stand. But I don’t step toward her. I reach to the side, grip Nika’s wrist, and pull her toward the locker room.

Everyone sees it. The team. The cameras. The world. And Nika grins.

“Wow,” she laughs, stumbling after me like she just won the lottery. “That’s crazy. You ain’t even answer her. Just grabbed me like I’m yours.”

“You are mine,” I snap, but it’s tired. Frustrated. My head still pounding.

We get past the doors. I let go of her hand and slump against the wall.

“Nika,” I mutter, eyes closed. “You didn’t have to do all that.”

She shrugs. “She made it easy.”

I groan. “You’re so annoying.”

“Annoyingly right.”

I open one eye. She’s staring at me, arms crossed, smug like always.

“I didn’t mean to choose you,” I mutter.

“Sure you didn’t,” she says, still smiling. “That’s why your first instinct was to grab me like I been yours. ‘Cause you meant not to.”

I look up at the ceiling. “Oh Lord.”

She walks up, pulls the Gatorade bottle out of my hand, presses a cold kiss to my forehead.

“Get used to it.”

It’s quiet when we get back to the hotel. Uncomfortably quiet. I don’t speak. She doesn’t either.

The door closes behind us and I go straight for my bag, pull out my hoodie and towel, and hit the shower without a word. My head still hurts. My phone’s vibrating non-stop—calls, texts, Instagram, all of it. Her. My girl. Or ex. Or… whatever she is now.

I let the water run hot until my skin feels raw and my brain stops buzzing. I don’t rush. I towel off slow. Pull on my hoodie, leave my shorts somewhere on the bathroom floor, and finally slide into bed.

Not Nika’s. Mine.

Two queen beds. Hotel room sterile and still. I crawl under the covers with wet hair and a blank face. I’m not tired. Just… drained. The kind of drained where you lay in bed staring at the ceiling with your jaw clenched and the taste of someone else’s name still stuck to the roof of your mouth.

And then—ten minutes later—I hear the water cut off. Shit. I close my eyes like that’ll stop her from doing what I already know she’s about to do. And of course, two minutes later, the bed dips behind me.

She gets in mine. I hear her sigh once, like she tried to chill. Then—

“You’re not asleep.” I roll my eyes. Keep them closed.

She scoots closer. I scoot an inch away. She mirrors me.

“I can move too,” she says calmly, her voice smug as hell and still a little scratchy from the game.

I turn to face her, finally, lips pressed tight in annoyance. “Why are you in my bed?”

She shrugs. Hair damp, skin fresh. She smells like vanilla body wash and trouble. And she’s smiling. Not big—just enough to let me know she feels real good about herself.

“You’re mad,” she says.

“I’m irritated.”

“Same thing.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Still not sleeping.”

“I was close.”

“You weren’t.”

I try not to smile. Try hard. But a breath escapes my nose—just a small puff of amusement—and she catches it. That’s all she needs. Her grin widens like a damn demon child, all pride and dimple and ‘I knew you missed me.’

I turn my head away again. “Stop hangin’ out with KK and Paige.”

“Now why you say that?”

“Because you act just like them,” I mutter. “Annoying. Loud. Cocky for no reason.”

Nika gasps—genuinely gasps like I just disrespected her bloodline. Then, like it’s nothing, she grabs my phone off the nightstand and pulls up Instagram.

“Since I’m already public enemy number one,” she mutters. “Might as well go Live.”

“Don’t go live on my—” Too late. Camera’s on.

I drop back into the mattress and groan like I’m under attack. “Here. She. Go.”

She straddles my waist like it’s her birthright. Hoodie hanging off one shoulder, hair a mess, eyes still a little red from her post-game shower. I lay sideways on the bed like a corpse, hands behind my head, eyes to the ceiling, while she faces the camera.

“Hi, friends,” she says sweetly. “It’s ya girl. Coming to you live from someone’s bed. Don’t worry about who.”

I sigh. Loudly. She turns the camera to my face just as I blink slow like I’m about to pass into the afterlife.

“She’s so dramatic,” she whispers into the mic like she’s narrating a nature documentary.

I don’t even move. I’m flat. I’m horizontal. I’m being terrorized. Then she leans down and starts kissing my face. Not normal kisses. Annoying ones. Rapid-fire, soft and warm, all over my cheek, my forehead, my jawline.

“Stop,” I mumble, trying to wiggle away. She grabs my face with both hands and kisses my nose.

“Say you love me.”

“I don’t,” I lie.

She lays her face on mine—on mine. Not next to it. On it. Cheek to cheek. We’re nose to nose. My vision’s nothing but her eyelashes.

“Say it,” she whispers, lips brushing mine but not kissing.

I stay silent. She presses another kiss right beside my mouth.

“You love me,” she says for me. I blink.

“You do,” she insists, kissing down to my jaw.

The comments on aren’t helping.

“THE LEGS? THE STRADDLE? THE LIVE?”

“nah this ain’t flirting this is FEDERAL”

“soooo we not gon talk about the fact she NEVER broke up with her gf???” (Yes)

I roll onto my back like I’m preparing for death. One arm behind my head. Other one on her waist. Like it belongs there. And she leans into it.

She bites her lip when she notices and dips down low enough to kiss me like it’s nothing. Like we not on Live. Like that wasn’t the kiss.

I don’t even look at her. I grab the remote and turn on Cartoon Network. Volume low. Lazy. Like she ain’t folded me in front of the world.

“DID SHE JUST KISS HER?”

“picked the funny channel like she not in love”

“THIS IS A RELATIONSHIP 😭😭😭😭”

“damn so Nika really winning huh”

And then, with all the casual audacity of a woman who knows she won the war and the land it sits on. She ends the Live. Click. Then lowers herself like she don’t even see me blinking through the betrayal.

Lays her full body across mine like I’m her mattress. Slides her arms under mine. Head in my neck. Like we’re good now.

“Goodnight,” she whispers, like she didn’t just commit emotional arson with one (1) straddle and a camera.

I stay frozen for a second. Just breathing. No words.

Then, without thinking, I hook my arm tighter around her waist. Not even realizing I’m doing it until she sighs softly against my neck and my hand stays there.

Because I’m not mad. Not really. I just wanted quiet. And this—this ridiculous, smug, stubborn Croatian girl—is the loudest peace I’ve ever known.

@xxsnowxx213 @draculara-vonvamp @kcannon-1436-blog @let-zizi-yap @perksofbeingatrex @soapyonaropey @julieluvspb @non3ofurbusiness @kcannon-1436-blog @kaliblazin

[nyxreads]

Let's talk about accountability in this fandom.

This isn’t a "drag" post. This is a please think before you post kind of post. Some stuff has been going on in this fandom that really needs to be addressed — not to hate, but to reflect and do better.

1. A poll about college degrees was posted to "prove" which ship has the smartest fans. Yeah... that’s classist.

Asking which ship (Gwynriel, Elriel, Elucien) has more readers with degrees, especially in STEM, to basically say "our side is smarter." That’s not cute.

You can be smart without a degree.

You can love books without going to college.

You can be brilliant, analytical, and insightful even if life didn’t give you the same chances.

Being from a poor background doesn’t give you a free pass to use your education as a flex against others. It just ends up reinforcing the same classist mindset that holds people back in the first place.

2. A wlw fanart was posted and it got "sisters" "friends" comments. That is homophobic, even if you didn’t mean it that way.

This under a sapphic fanart even though the OP clearly intended it as romantic. When people (including the OP) spoke up, the response was “We ship Emorie, so we’re not homophobic.”

Here’s the thing:

Liking one queer ship doesn’t mean you can’t do something homophobic. "I am bisexual, I am not homophobic." Being bi doesn’t cancel out the harm caused by dismissing a queer romantic ship as "sisterly."

Nobody called you a homophobic person but your actions toward that fanart were absolutely homophobic.

Queer people have been seeing their relationships dismissed as "just close friends" or "sisters" for decades. So yes, that word carries weight. It’s not harmless.

If someone from the queer community says "Hey, that hurts" it’s not the time to say "But I ship this one gay couple." It’s the time to listen.

3. Stealing and editing Elriel fanart to turn it into Gwynriel? Also not okay.

Fanart theft is still theft. People put time, love, and effort into art. Editing their work without permission especially to erase the original ship is super disrespectful.

If you love your ship, commission art for it. Don’t just take someone else’s.

And here’s the frustrating part:

Every time this kind of behavior gets called out, the people doing it twist the narrative. They’ll say they’re being "bullied" or "attacked," and somehow turn themselves into the victim while taking zero accountability.

They’ve never been wrong, no matter how many times they’ve been called out.

Meanwhile, the people speaking up who are just trying to defend boundaries, respect art, or stand up for queer rep are the ones being labeled as "toxic." This is exactly how they keep getting away with it.

By refusing to reflect, by twisting the story, and by shutting down any chance for growth.

It’s not bullying to ask people to take responsibility. It’s not drama to want better from a fandom space. And it’s not wrong to call out harm especially when it keeps repeating.

Lastly, to everyone out there without a degree, still reading and loving stories, you matter. Your voice counts. You’re smart, creative, and valid.

To queer shippers, wlw fans, and the artists who bring those stories to life, thank you. Your work is powerful. Your ships are beautiful.

Let’s just… be better to each other. Fandom is supposed to be fun and safe and creative not a place for elitism, erasure, or stealing.

We all deserve a space where our love for stories and characters can thrive without having to prove our worth.

[ladyofmelk]

Karamazov Trial Dashboard Simulator

⚱️ nameinajar Follow

dni if you defend dmitri karamazov he's literally suspected of parricide and elder abuse

🎩 mityussy Follow

maybe that's why i like him

⚱️ nameinajar Follow

you're literally so immature. even if he wasn't a murderer he's still a violent threat to the community and you're all acting like he's your toxic book boyfriend of smth. if I have to hear that he's got a great rack another time I'm gonna start reporting people.

🎭 master-of-none Follow

hey op not to be rude but this is what you sound like

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🌙 moonyverse Follow

#istg if this poll ends up in history books

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🦢 living-vicariously Follow

if mitya ends up in jail im consoling his gf

#agrafena svetlova please be sapphic

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🎠 liselottw Follow

all you "rpf is immoral" mfs have been really quiet since alyosha karamazov was on the news

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🧅 onion-queen Follow

that one annoying witness at the karamazov trial that's just gotta go. god please take her. she's ready.

🧅 onion-queen Follow

THAT ONE WITNESS THAT JUST BE FUCKING TALKING

🧅 onion-queen Follow

lord please take mitya karamazov's suffering and put it on that witness

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👁 the-eyewitness Follow

Recently my asks have been flooded with people asking for my take on the Karamazov trial. An in-depth explanation would require a long meta that I am not in the conditions to write as of right now, so to put it short: sometimes we just have to let old people die.

🧄 m-rakitin-author Follow

I think I know the culprit

👁 the-eyewitness Follow

your receding hairline has been on national television enough times for everyone to see your brain might be damaged by uv radiations

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[cindol]

Hm.. masc!mikasa and her pink gf.

Mikasa Ackerman x black fem reader

tagging: @liuhko @hoesluvshanti

tw: modern au, written in the hc format, fluff, small suggestive-ness, y/n is a lil dumb,

a/n: I’ve had this in my drafts since May yall …. 😭 I just re-wrote it up a bit . srry if it’s a bit short !!

masc!mikasa who’s a total babe magnet to pink fem girls a lot. Her roster and ex’s are mostly just feminine pinky pink girls so it’s a surprise to nobody when she shows her new girlfriend y/n off to her friend group.

masc!mikasa was the yin to her pink hello kitty girlfriend’s yang, they were polar opposites but definitely worked. Y/n could handle mikasa’s calm and collected attitude always speaking for her sometimes at restaurants while mikasa could handle y/n’s excited extrovert personality, knowing just the right way to calm her down and listen to her.

Mikasa loved whenever y/n would coming running to show her new hello kitty charmed nails while mikasa sat on their couch with her legs spread. She gave a warm smile just touching the one hand looking at the new nails and kissing her hand saying a simple,”love them baby.” Her small compliments had a way of just making y/n melt, no matter how small.

Another way she could calm y/n down also is just listening to her and her rants. When y/n was pent up and just angry she’d listen and give her small opinions on it.

masc!mikasa matched y/n’s style perfectly also, she was the masc to y/n’s fem style. While mikasa wore nike socks and slides, tank tops with shorts and her hair tied up occasionally y/n always was wearing some pink mini skirt, a pink cami top or anything hello kitty inspired to match.

masc!mikasa loved to feed into her girlfriends pda especially with the funny cute TikTok’s she’d do with her. Letting y/n give her pink lipstick kisses all on her face and neck while she had her legs spread then the camera turning to y/n with a lipstick tube in her hand applying more lipstick.

masc!mikasa never makes y/n feel that she’s too clingy, even when she comes to mikasa asking. Mikasa just scoffs at what she says.”bullshit, don’t know what idiot made you feel like that but you’re never clingy. You’re just a lover girl baby.” That warms y/n’s heart.

masc!mikasa gets protective when she has y/n around certain men. She knows how some men can be perverted weirdos, especially when it came to sapphic women. She always made sure to watch them when they tried taking a peak under her skirt.

masc!mikasa likes teaching her girl self defense. Mikasa was proud in her ability to protect y/n but what would happen if she was never around? She feared for when y/n got in the hospital somehow or mugged so she was teaching her self defense.

“Cmon baby be serious, what if I was some burglar trying to mug you?” It just made y/n giggle at her girlfriend with a cheap mask on trying to steal the small purse she was holding.”if you were some burglar trying to mug me in a alleyway I’d just kiss ya to let me go baby!” She joked making mikasa just give into her antics and tackle her.

if y/n and masc!mikasa had an argument it wouldn’t last long. Y/n’s a huge crybaby, if mikasa even had a slightly mad tone she would get sad. Mikasa may not show it but she was exactly the same, as soon as y/n seemed hurt by her actions she was immediately trying to cheer her up or show how sorry she is.

masc!mikasa is the one who made y/n realize how toxic her family is in the first place and actually drop them. When y/n vented to her about her mother’s homophobia mikasa just had a sympathetic look.”you don’t deserve that baby, nobody deserves that.” She rubbed a hand on her arm to comfort her more.”if anything, my family will always be here when yours can’t. Levi always considers you family anyways”

[madhels-enby-boyfriend]

I think I have a type-

Toxic sapphic rivals obsessed with one another, unable to let each other go to their own detriment

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Opinion: Fletcher isn't brave for falling in love with a man

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Opinion: Fletcher isn't brave for falling in love with a man

In the first week of Pride Month, queer singer-songwriter Fletcher released her new single “Boy”, revealing through lyrics that she’s fallen in love with a man. 

“I know it’s not what you wanted to hear,” she sings in the chorus. “And I’m scared of what you’ll think of me.”

The song is one of the 11 songs on Fletcher’s upcoming album, “Would You Still Love Me If You Really Knew Me?” set to be released 18 July. 

But here’s the thing Fletcher: no one in the community cares that you’ve “kissed a boy”.

What stings for many is how you’ve framed the shift.

First things first: Fletcher has never said she was a lesbian

Throughout her career, Fletcher (real name Cari Elise Fletcher) has been known for her unfiltered, raw depictions of sapphic relationships. 

She’s never claimed to be a lesbian, and her queerness has always been part of her story.

Sexuality is fluid and bisexual and pansexual people deserve visibility and celebration. 

No one is debating that.

@travelingnurse Not giving her song any more playtime but also it’s just bad and I don’t wanna listen to it. #fletcher #wlw #lesbian ♬ original sound – sav

Framing heteronormativity as ‘liberation’

Queer fans, writers, and LGBTQIA+ people online are calling Fletcher out, not for who she is dating, but for the narrative she’s crafted around this song and her new album’s rollout.

In interviews and letters, Fletcher has spoken of leaving behind the “chaos,” “toxicity,” and “drama” of her sapphic past.

Her new relationship with a man is framed not just as a personal development, but as “liberation”.

In an interview with Rolling Stone, Fletcher explained the shift in her personal life and the inspiration behind Boy.

“I think I became known for this chaos and this toxicity and bitterness and sapphic drama, and then I started having different experiences in my personal life,” she said.

 “Through allowing myself to ask those deeper questions about this fixed dream I thought I would always be chasing, my heart opened in a way I wasn’t expecting, and I fell in love with a boy.”

In a letter Fletcher has penned to her fans, she labeled her shift as an “exhale”. 

“This is my heart split open on record. Born from my terrifying question: would I still be loved if I shared who I am right now?” The letter starts with.

“It is the sound of my cracking, but it is also the sound of my exhale. Both an open wound and an act of liberation.”

The wording implies relief. A letting go. A freedom. 

Paired with the talk of “sapphic drama” and “toxicity,” it’s hard not to hear that as: this is the healthier, better version of me… now that I’m dating a man.

Add on the softer visuals, washed-out tones, and trad-wife-adjacent aesthetics of her new marketing campaign and you’ve got yourself a conservative’s dream.

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Co-opting the ‘coming out’ narrative

Many fans have pointed out that the rollout of “Boy” mirrors a coming out narrative (the secrecy, the fear, the tension) but with one major difference: she’s not coming out into risk. 

She’s entering a hetero-presenting relationship.

Fletcher asks, “Would I still be loved if I shared who I am right now?”. But that question rings hollow when so many in our community are facing rejection, discrimination, violence, and persecution just for existing.

That doesn’t mean she can’t feel uncertainty.

But to frame herself as brave for revealing a relationship that fits within societal norms while co-opting the emotional weight of queer coming out is, frankly, out of touch. 

The responsibility of the power you hold

Fletcher is a cis, white woman now in a hetero-presenting relationship. 

That means she’ll be granted a level of safety, acceptance, and mainstream visibility that many queer people (especially trans people, people of colour, and those in visibly queer relationships) don’t get.

That privilege isn’t inherently bad, it’s just a matter of fact. 

And, how you use it matters.

When someone with Fletcher’s platform and influence chooses to rebrand during Pride Month, in the midst of growing anti-LGBTQIA+ hate and heightened attacks on trans people, the stakes are higher.

Pairing that rebrand with messaging that frames sapphic love as “toxic,” “chaotic,” and something to grow out of doesn’t just feel personal. 

It plays directly into the hands of those who already believe queerness is a phase. That it’s something unstable. That we just haven’t met “the right man.”

This isn’t about gatekeeping identity. It’s about responsibility.

It’s about being honest about power, platform, and the impact of your words, especially when so many in our community are still fighting to be heard, believed, and safe.

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GL Odds and Ends January 2025

I'm still trying to figure out what 2025 means for me in terms of where and how I spend my time, but one thing I am passionate about is making sure there is a record of GL media, so I'm going to try to prioritize keeping this up to at minimum monthly, though I might change up the format. Last one was end of December 2024. If you're interested in GL older than that, check out my GL rec list and my #gl recs tag for the other odds and ends posts. Series new to the roundup are marked with an asterisk*.

Currently airing (with thoughts up to 31 Jan):

Petrichor ep 9/10 (Thai, Saturdays, 10:00 AM ET, iQIYI) I've appreciated the struggle that Tul has gone through in terms of wanting to use her police powers to protect her family though that goes against her morals, and some of the procedural aspects I was grumbling about before have been explained by the plot. However, it still bothers me that she's not a very good detective. That being said, Engfa and Charlotte still have fantastic chemistry, and Na is having what seems like the time of his life.

*Us the series ep 2/12 (Thai, Saturdays, 8:00 AM ET, YouTube) I admit I think I have Chao Planoy fatigue. Age gap, both characters are lying to each other, there are abusive family members, and a guy who seems nice but I'm braced for a reveal about how he's actually awful. I'm feeling like I'm playing bingo. Honestly If someone gets hit by a car I might lose it. All my baggage aside, the pacing on this feels uneven and it doesn't feel like it has its feet yet.

*Call Me By No Name ep 4/8 (Japanese, Thursdays, 12:30 PM ET, GagaOOLala) Honestly I am not buying the romance between these two protagonists and I am finding them a little overwrought.

*Trunk Girl ep 1/? (Korean, possibly Thursdays, YouTube) This has just started, and the vibes are off. I am suspicious of the circumstances that led this runaway to stay with her friend, especially when she kissed her in her sleep (and I don't mean suspicious of sapphic feelings, those are already taken as given considering the genre).

*FirstLOVE ep 5/? (Korean, Mondays, YouTube) Toxic girlfriend gets replaced and then regrets letting her lover go. We'll see how this ends but this is another messy drama that feels pretty rough.

*I Am Devil ep 5/? (Thai, Saturdays, YouTube) Gonna be honest with y'all I watched ep1 and shelved the rest, it's a pulp in the style of high drama like Sastra and JPC below produce and just isn't my jam. If you're looking for high heat lakorn-style drama, give this a try.

[Note: Mate is still airing if you did not fast track, but since I did I've included it in the following section]

Recently Completed:

The Fragrance You inherit 8eps 25mins each (Japanese, 8 Nov 24-27 Dec 24, no official distribution but fansub on @isaksbestpillow's blog[thank you Siiri!] I loved this finale and wrote about it here. For those who don't want to click the link, in short this is not a romance but a really beautiful and sweet show about all kinds of interpersonal relationships.

Pluto 12eps 45 mins each (Thai, 19 Oct 24-04 Jan 25, YouTube) This series showcased the skills and chemistry of Namtan and Film, and had some of the most iconic product placement in a GL to date. The plot was messy but held together, and as much as I was unimpressed with their choices week to week, their choices made sense within the narrative (and genre) being told. I knew this one wasn't for me, but what it was doing, it did pretty well, and beautifully. The one real ding from me was the use of blindness as a metaphor that essentially got handwaved away; that and I think it was doing too much. But I am glad that before that, there was some great use of their platform to highlight the importance of universal design.

INTP 4eps 5 mins each (Korean, 27 Dec 24-22 Jan 25 YouTube) This is the latest short series from RedQ, who produced some of my favourite GL short series including More than or equal to 75 degrees C, and To the Ex who Hated Me. I said when this started that the setup of this one reminded me of Semantic Error if SangWoo realized he was attracted to JaeYoung at their first group assignment meeting, and I think that holds. These two fell for each other because they both care about the group project, and both protect each other. It's a bit short but I found it very sweet.

Mate, 12eps 50+ mins each (Thai, 26 Nov 24-28 Jan 25 fast-track or 4 Feb 25, WeTV (uncut version)) In the end this show remained a struggle for me. There were things it was doing that I really liked (the characters tried hard not to resort to noble idiocy, and when characters did resort to noble idiocy they were confronted with the consequences, for example), and things that I really did not, and there were parts that were really hard to watch and will haunt me. There are a lot of things I like about this show, so I don't want to discourage views. Just go into this one informed, and make the decision that's right for you.

*Adrenaline 4eps 15 mins each (Thai, 10 Jan-31 Jan 25, YouTube) This show is a cross between a travel ad and a lakorn. This is a major spoiler, but the main character has a secret condition where she forgets things that causes her to forget her first time with her girlfriend!? This show is so messy lol

Recent One-offs, Side Couples, etc.:

Fireworks of Yesteryear/When We Met has been made available on YouTube. A 35-minute Chinese GL that includes a makeout and as a result the production team have been working hard to get it in front of eyeballs. This is a moody piece with an open ending; there's an age gap too so YMMV (30s and 22).

GL microseries Your Name Engraved Herein (not to be confused with the BL feature film) has been subtitled by @douqi7s. Watch the original on Bilibili and enjoy the subs on YouTube. This one is also melancholy but it's some really tight storytelling in under 2 mins and manages to feel hopeful even though it's sad.

There is a lesbian side couple in Flirt Milk the series (airing now on iQIYI). This couple Noon and Praewa previously appeared as sides in Love Senior.

There is a new MV featuring a lesbian couple for the artist KnomJean on YouTube. This is one of those MVs that tells a story (TW for family violence) and after getting through the sad backstory, celebrates marriage equality in Thailand.

IdolFactory is re-running GAP the series on YouTube. If you've been putting off watching, now is a good time!

Speaking of re-runs, Yes Or No and the two sequel/spinoffs (Yes or No 2, and Yes or No 2.5) are all newly on GagaOOLala for streaming in some regions (I know for sure they're in North America, not sure about others)

Uranus2324 is starting to show up in particular places on the internet. I watched it and after all of the negative things I'd heard I actually liked it lol I'll see if I can write about it more this week

My suspected wlw sides in See Your Love ended up being implied only I was a little sad about this but at least I wasn't imagining the vibes.

Mom Ped Sawan is still airing but I still don't have a source for subs

Sastra film app YouTube channel has several short Cambodian GL series that come out weekly Honestly they are not to my taste but I don't like gatekeeping GL especially from smaller markets. I check in on these time to time and if there are any that I think are great I'll give them a shout-out

Ditto above with JPC media YouTube channel for Thai GL shorts if there are any that stand out to me I'll say so; that being said I haven't had time recently so if I've missed anything good let me know!

Starting soon:

Reverse With Me (sequel spinoff to Reverse 4 U), Thai, 5 Feb, iQIYI and Ch3+ app

Fragrance of the First Flower s2, Taiwanese, 18 February 2025, GagaOOLala ok this isn't that soon but I'm just so excited we're getting this second season after all!

As always, if I'm missing anything, please let me know!

[merakiui]

thinking about more toxic yuri and sapphic awakenings for our beloved fem riddle who is just oh-so-obsessed with her best friend. <3

i love the idea of riddle not understanding girl code or anything of the sort because she’s never had any normal friendships with girls her age. what do you mean some girl friends are naturally closer and candid with one another? what do you mean it’s okay to change clothes or borrow clothes? there are friends who do that? she can hardly fathom it!

aaaaa the absolute panic she endures when the both of you are caught in the rain and you offer to take a warm shower with her. riddle can’t believe it. showering together? as in, bathing nude?????? together?!?!? isn’t that indecent? shouldn’t you take turns? oh, she’s so overwhelmed and flustered. and you just shrug: “we’re both girls. does it really matter?”

only it does for riddle, who is hopelessly obsessed. she tries so hard not to stare and make it obvious, but she can’t help it. you’re so beautiful and soft. she watches water droplets roll down your bare skin, between your breasts, down the valley of your shoulder blades, and she’s clawing at the bars of her cage. it doesn’t help if you take the shower head down and playfully spray her with water to get her to loosen up and not be so self-conscious. it takes all of her restraint not to let her gaze wander lower and lower. riddle spends the entire shower only half-listening to you as you talk about your latest fling or a new café you recently tried. she’s too busy keeping herself in check.

aaaaaa omg OMG. and riddle being besties with cater, who is her go-to when she needs him to run background checks on your dates and one-night stands. :) it’s not stalking; it’s just being resourceful, she tells herself, but cater knows there’s more to it than just her wanting to keep you safe.