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Swimming (⭐️⭐️/5)

(SPOILERS) This is infuriating. Frankie was perfectly fine until that Josie came up. After that, she was only seeking for crumbs of affection. I hate how she was such an independent and strong person and everything gets ruined by a stupid blonde. Yeah, I get it, we all have fallen for a blondie but girl, you gotta recover, not end up with a lame hippie. She didn’t like him that much. At least she made up with Nicola, who is the best character by far. The only one with a personality. UUUGH I’m raging. I wanna beat up Josie for breaking my beloved’s (Lauren Ambrose) heart. Anyway, at least we got the bisexual Claire Fisher we deserved. Also, small detail, I hate how she started being this sexy tomboy but then when she met the guy, started dressing more “girlie”.

(NO SPOILERS) Gotta admit that whoever was Lauren Ambrose’s stylist for this movie knew what they were doing. Frankie is made for us dykes. I understand all the fuzz. Also I don’t get why the movie is called Swimming, girl you hate getting wet. Not a single soul was shown swimming in the whole hour and a half.

Just an extra frame cause gosh she’s pretty.

Btw you can watch the whole movie on yt

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Drawing lesbians part 2: teen Van

The best part of doing this is that I get to have a portrait of Van on my wall.

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Psycho beach party (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5)

I don’t rate this movie five stars because I respect cinema, but I LOVED it. It has everything: the mystery, the drama, the fun, the surfers, the gays… and Lauren Ambrose in the leading rol. I can’t ask for more. I think that the psychological issues are quite well constructed for a movie like this. It’s clearly a mockery of movies like grease, where it’s all about the romance. This one passes the bechdel test. I wouldn’t say it’s feminist, but it’s a start. I feel like Bernadine analyzing the socio-politics behind the story hahahahah. Highly recommend.

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When I was born, three fairies came to visit me and they gifted me a blessing and a curse. The blessing was that I would be good at drawing, but the curse was that I could only draw lesbians for the rest of my life.

This is Van Palmer from Yellowjackets.

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I used to be funny (⭐️⭐️⭐️/5)

I really should stop watching depressing movies when I’m feeling depressive. This movie should come with a trigger warning because when you start watching, you cannot imagine the journey you’re about to experience. It’s not an entertaining movie, which sets you in sam’s mindset. The ending had me at the verge of tears. Worth watching. Rachel Sennott always do it for me.

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I made this poster for my illustration class.

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One of my favorite running things in Yellowjackets is Van making a rude joke ( or laughing) and Taissa nudging her or doing something to tell her to shut up ☠️

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I’ve been rewatching Yellowjackets and I’m coming to the conclusion that Laura Lee is the beginning of it all. (With spoilers)

She is a really spiritual person. In “The wilds” we have one of those too, Shelby, but she doesn’t make such a mess as our beloved Laura Lee. When Lottie starts having visions, she is the only one who believes her, giving Lottie the confidence to trust her “gift”. Without her, Laura Lee would have been just crazy, cause the only thing that makes the difference between a prophet and a crazy person is the trust of the people. Lottie believing in herself is what the girls need to follow her, as they would have followed anyone who had taken the lead. But that’s just the beginning. She is also the first to disobey coach Scott. She caused the whole exchange of power. The girls no longer respected coach, and without the only adult remaining, they’re on their own. From here, coach Scott is just a misfit (and we know that will spiral down fast).

But where the real disaster starts is right after. She plants the seed of madness and leaves. If Laura Lee hadn’t died, she would have keep Lottie under control. She doesn’t believe in “the occult” so she wouldn’t have let Lottie go there. She would have made a good christian out of Lottie, and Lottie would have trusted her. Maybe that could have lead to the making of a cult either way but it wouldn’t have been the same (I don’t think cannibalism is allowed in Christianism).

Laura Lee was just It’s tool to bring It to the girls. Once her fate was accomplished, the wilderness released her.

And remember folks, religion is the opiate of the masses. Do not eat your friends.

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Paper Girls (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5)

The comic book this time.

I enjoyed this so much, I didn’t want it to end but I couldn’t put it down. This is one of those cases when the original book and the inspired show have to be conceived as two different products because they are nothing alike. And I can’t choose one over the other.

The plot is complicated but understandable and all characters are cute and funny. I love the universe it creates. And don’t get me started on the style. The lineart, the color, EVERYTHING. I wish I could do something like that.

I can’t think about the comic without comparing it to the show. The book is more about the plot while the show focus on the characters’ relationships and developments. The comic is more understandable and the plot is more cohesive, it has the ability to surprise you, it’s so well done. And watching the show you can feel exactly what it feels to be a little closeted lesbian, which doesn’t happen on the book because comic KJ is loud and proud, so fearless. That’s something that caught my attention: while in the show the girls keep their secrets, in the book everyone shares whatever is going on with them. I feel that is more realistic on the show because in the end they just met and are not that close. Although, in the book you can see how they’re attached together and they fight for that bond more than in the show.

I don’t think I have a favorite character. I loved them all and I was invested in all subplots equally. All four are my favorites. ❤️🚲🗞️

I can’t believe they’re not renewing the show.

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Class of ‘07 (⭐️/5)

I usually love a dumb show, but there’s no lesbianism in this one. Seems like I’m only watching apocalyptic series haha. I don’t have a lot to say. It’s entertaining but kinda annoying how this grownups act like children.

If I have to pick a favorite character, it would be Phoebe (I think that’s her name, all characters are so forgettable - not only Laura haha).

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Sorry to tell you, but they canceled paper girls too :(

But that can't stop people making their own stuff based on the show and comic!

(T^T)

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This ad appeared right below. Not only they cancel our lesbians but also want us to be in peace about it. Outrageous.

at this point just admit what your problem is

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The target audience for my art is myself

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Paper girls (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5)

Before watching it, I thought I wasn’t going to like it. Intergalactic wars are not my cup of tea, but this one is just an excuse to have them traveling through time and facing themselves and their unfulfilled expectations. I love that they’re 12 yr-olds in a show that’s not for kids, we don’t see this that often. At the moment there’s just a season but the story is not finished, so I’m assuming there’ll be more. Anyway I couldn’t wait and as soon I finished the show I bought the original comic.

In terms of lesbianism, it scratched a very specific part of my brain. If you once were a little lesbian, you’re gonna get emocional just like I did. Never before an intergalactic war plot had had me at the verge of tears.

All characters are so relatable. I love all my kids but KJ stole my heart. (Spoiler: and Mac Hera hehe).

I’ll be back with a review once I read the comic. 🚲🗞️

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Leah could be either shauna or lottie

the wilds // yellowjackets character parallels

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The Wilds (⭐️⭐️⭐️/5)

Just watched The Wilds after being hangover from Yellowjackets, I needed some girls in the wilderness. If Lottie had been in this group, a lot less people would have been eaten. I feel both shows are from the same family and YJ is the gay cousin. They lost me in the second season with the boys. But in the end I was sorry they cancelled the third season. It ended just when it was starting to be appealing again.

Btw I wouldn’t mind to get lost in the wilderness if Toni was there

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That basket heard things

Losing My Best Friend to My Ex-Boyfriend

An act of betrayal leads a writer to ponder what it means to end a friendship

By HANNAH HORVATH

Jessa always refused to use the words "best friend." I long feared her reticence masked a reluctance to fully welcome me into her life. That, in her eyes, I might be somehow unworthy of the love, praise, and hugs that I so eagerly bestowed upon her. She nurtured all of my insecurities, allowing them to fester, then grow.

I realize now, with the benefit of the wisdom that can only come once you've lived as long a twenty-seven years as I have, that this was probably my favorite thing about her.

Adam always refused to use the word "boyfriend." He courted me for months. His method involved me inviting myself over to his apartment, where we'd have weird sex that never quite satisfied me. He was, and remains, the only person I've ever truly loved. 

But I realize now that what initially attracted me to him were the same things that attracted me to her.

So perhaps it should come as no surprise that Adam and Jessa are in love with each other.

Adam finally agreed to be my boyfriend on a sticky hot night in the summer of 2012. I fell off his bicycle and he told me everything about him. Things I didn't know because, as he reminded me, I never asked. He loved books. He was an alcoholic. He owned pants.

Is was the same night that Jessa met Adam for the first time. "He does look like the original man," I recall her saying.

I met Jessa for the first time on the campus of Oberlin College in the fall of 2006. I chased her around Northern Ohio for seven months before a heroin addiction landed her in rehab. She wouldn't return to school. 

She had no Facebook or MySpace even though it was 2006. She didn't understand text messaging either. "Word alerts," she called them. We kept in touch on the phone. She'd call me at all hours of the night. She'd wake me up and I'd pretend that I wasn't asleep. I loved hearing her (possibly fake, likely exaggerated) British accented voice in my ear as I listened with wonder. She'd drone on about whatever guy had fallen in love with her or whatever country she was in that day. [...] She disappeared as quickly as she had from Oberlin, stranding me at her father's house Upstate. She'd end up in rehab again. 

In her absence, I fell apart. My long-dormant Obsessive Compulsive Disorder was back and in a big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big way. I needed Jessa, though what aide she might have been able to provide remains unclear.

Adam was there. He came running. Literally, running shirtless through the streets of Brooklyn to my door in Greenpoint. 

Our relationship began again in earnest. A few months later, I got a phone call in the middle of the night. It was the same person who always called me in the middle of the night.

[...]

We broke up, and after a few months, Adam wants to get back together. I said no. I started dating a co-worker. 

Some time between then and when we broke up, Adam and Jessa kissed for the first time, had sex for the first time, told each other for the first time - things I might not even know about. They fell in love.

Maybe they are better for each other than I ever was for either of them. Their addictions are to substances, but mine are to people like them. People whose behavior confirms my darkest fears about myself. People who give me an excuse not to be happy. 

My story is a simple tale of jealousy. Or, of beating jealousy back like in the medieval dragon it is. In this story, I am Viggo Mortensen in "Lord of the Rings," and jealousy is powerless against my sword.

And this begins the way all stories of jealousy do... all great stories of jealousy... which is with my ex-boyfriend and my best friend fucking. And this is not just any best friend. This is the best friend who I would say looks like Brigitte Bardot had a baby with a mermaid. She literally had an open fungal sore on her face and Matthew Perry still asked her out.

So, um, I guess I'm not what you would describe as, like, a chill girl. I'm not like a cool, relaxed lady. Like, you would never meet me and be like, "That Hannah, she really goes with the flow like a funky youth." You would be like, "Has she snorted Adderall in the last 60 minutes?"

So when I found out about my ex-boyfriend and my best friend, um, I was weirdly calm, considering that fact. Frozen, even, you know? I tried to imagine all these horrible things, like him licking her elephant tramp stamp and sucking her tiny tit while she cupped his balls and then he sucked on her lip, which is shaped like a rosebud.

And I tried to get myself really worked up and just imagine all this horrible stuff on a loop, but the fact is that I wasn't angry, I was sad. I was sad about what I thought they knew I was. I thought they were sitting there going like, "Oh, God, Hannah's freaking out. She's gonna kill a cat and she's gonna nail it to our door. She's going to cry so hard that all of Greenpoint fills with tears and it's like fuckin' Waterworld."

And you know what? They weren't wrong. I had to fight really, really hard not to be that girl. And it wasn't easy. I thought about, um, throwing a bike through his window, but, A, he lives on the third floor. I have very poor upper body strength. And, B, he probably would have appreciated it and been like, "Thanks for the bike."

I thought about sending her a text that said, "How does the wind feel caressing your two faces, young lady?" But instead I sat and cried and thought and ate and wrote and masturbated thinking about Chris Farley, which is a thing from my childhood that I haven't fully worked through yet.

But when I heard tonight's theme was jealousy, I knew that I needed an end to my story, a real end, and that end came about 20 minutes before I arrived here when I delivered a very nice and not at all cheap fruit basket to his door, along with a note that said, "Good luck. I mean it sincerely. In perpetuity, Hannah."

'Cause that's the fact, you know? I'm Hannah forever. No matter what I do, no matter whether I, you know, start a new nuclear missile crisis with my emotions or just sit back and chill and give someone a fruit basket. I can only control the mayhem that I create around me.

But the crazy thing is that when I showed up, I heard screaming and I heard my name and I heard madness, and I knew that I was free, at least for tonight. That's all. Thank you.