All I want is a gf who will dance to the Wotakoi Op with me ㅜㅜ

Niko checking August's vibes before letting her rent the apartment is fucking hilarious.

It's always adorable to me when couples aren't afraid to be affectionate. ❤💛💚💙💜

Y'all know what you did. There's not enough "playing it Cool" to fool your way out of It. Your friends know too. It's not like the Hickey Fairy bopped you with her magic staff.

Be gay. Get bughorsed. Do crimes. 💜💙💚💛❤

I have come out (partially) as non-binary and it's hilarious to watch all the straight girls that made out with me at uni try to decide if this makes them more or less queer than when they thought I was a woman.

Fam, I have a new head canon:

River gave Helen a sapphic romance novel - starring "Olivia" and "Helena" - so she can work out what these feelings are that she's having.

I will not take criticism at this time.

i think i accidentally just killed my friend by calling stan a grilf (grunkle i'd like to fuck)

i love being friends with lesbians. even though we might not exactly have the same experiences because i’m a bi woman, i know that we do deeply understand and relate to each other and have a very rooted sense of solidarity and love for how the other person loves. i don’t know where i’d be if i didn’t have them on my side, i’m sure i’d feel a lot less understood without them.

"Lesbian is a label you earn" has to be the trooniest thing a lesbian has ever said on this site.

Common qualities of characters I hyperfixate on:

- Undeniable lesbian energy

- Resting Bitch-face

- Fluffy

- Egg shaped

There is no essay.

I MADE THEM INTO STICKERSSSS

They’re going to be sold at my table at ANYC !

thinking abt reclaiming the d slur bisexually. im not a bi lesbian im just a very butch bisexual

the lgbt wins again!!

Pregnant Lisa mini fic part 42 (starts and cracks)

F:" so, did you makeup with Lisa?"

They are walking through the farm, showing the girls all the animals and plantations.

Diona is awed at the big trees, waiting to climb it while QiQi is enamored with the sheeps, she liked their warm fur enough to rest her head against it and fall sleep.

Jean turns her face to her mother and groans.

J: " mother."

She warns and the older blonde shrugs.

F: " it's a valid question, child. You did spend the night there."

Jean rolls her eyes.

J: " Klee asked me to stay with her and I fell asleep. It's all."

Frederica lifts a doubtful eyebrow.

F: " Really? You slept in your wife's house and nothing happened? Not even a conversation charged with sexual energy and-"

J: " mother! Please stop talk about my sex life, it's embarrassing!"

Jean face palms her blushing face and hears her mother tsk.

F: " you are an adult Jean, I'm an adult too. What is the issue in talking about sex?"

J: " none, if you wasn't my mother!"

Frederica groans.

F: " Okay...Geez, I'm not going to talk about it anymore. But you seriously didn't fix her issue with Lisa?"

Jean kicked a stone on the dirty path, eyes watching the ground.

J: " no...we didn't..."

Frederica hummed at her side. For a instant there's only the birds sounds, the noise of nature and then her mother says.

F: " not to put any pressure but you should fix it. The more it take, the more hard it will be to mend your relationship."

Jean shoulders drop. She knows it. She knows she should try to reason with Lisa again but there's so much going on.

She is so thinking about Lisa's lost and angry eyes, she is thinking of her harsh words, she is remembering of Lisa's naked shoulder, of her perfume and warmth when a little hand pull her hand.

Her green eyes take a second to focus on the little girl, adorably shy.

She squats down, level with this cute creature and asks.

J: " Hey, sweetie. What is it?"

Diona is a complex kid to understand, she is sweet and shy but also very smart and quick to judge.

D: " Diona wants to get a jackfruit. Can she?"

She smiles at the little girl. Her mother has a lot fruits and one they are the jackfruit. The trees are full with them, this season will be a fruitful one.

Jean rises and offers her hand.

J: " of course. Let's get you one big and sweet jackfruit."

Diona's tail shifts fast and her little warm hand clasps hers. Jean is pretty much dragged to the tree and she fights a laugh all the way.

She thought the kids would behave weirdly after their conversation. Her mother told her the children seemed to want to run away so Jean sat with them and explained they were free to go to where they want to but that Jean would be sad to see they go, that she wanted to be a family with them.

QiQi didn't seem awkward after this but Diona, as always, maintained a certain distance from her. So it's good, it's great to be so close to this adorable toddler.

She hopes eventually Diona opens up to her.

( ╹▽╹ )( ╹▽╹ )

The conversation with Klee is a hard one. Lisa blames Jean every second her daughter remains in silence or cry softly.

Klee is a spoiled little girl, she always around the people that loves her, she is always receiving affection from everyone but unfortunately, the one Klee seems to want this affection more is the one is never available to give.

When she is alone in the living room, Lisa asks herself if she made a mistake. If she should have breakup with Jean on those early days, when they fought about Klee's adoption.

Maybe if Lisa wasn't with Jean then, if she had breakup their marriage, Klee wouldn't be seeking Jean's attention, Klee wouldn't be suffering.

She scratches her hair and sighs.

She hates have those thoughts and she hates how her heart aches just in thinking in a breakup.

She misses Jean even when she is angry at her, she misses Jean and blames her for this situation.

Lisa turns on the bed and looks at Jean's spot. It's empty as her heart but Lisa can still remember Jean's profile, the rise and fall from her chest, her delicate fragrance permeating the air.

Her hand reaches for the spot on the bed, feels the cold sheets, the soft matters under her fingertips. If she closes her eyes she can see Jean smile at her - as she used to smile before their tragedy -, her blue eyes vibrant and alive, the way her thin lips would curl up, as her cheeks would dimple lightly.

Behind her eyelids a sting starts. She feels like crying, hurting and aching for her wife, for a easier time.

She opens her eyes and tears spill free, wetting her pillow.

Her heart, squeezing tightly in the chest, pulses in longing, wakes up the sad butterfly in her stomach, makes them fly confusedly, smacking themselves in her belly, making it roll and drop.

Be away from Jean, be fighting with Jean, be angry at Jean is destroying her, is breaking her.

Fuck you, Jean

She thinks, sobbing quietly against Jean's pillow.

Fuck you for break my heart. Fuck you for break our daughter heart. Fuck you

Tô be continued

𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓱

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ok fine and since i am posting things that i have made. i made this harness out of teva straps that i collected from lesbians i know from the internet. it blew up on twitter and made me very stressed out for a while but ultimately it was the product of a lot of work that i am proud of

Open to: anyone

Plot: two people dared to go inside a notoriously haunted house to retrieve an artifact of some sort. Gaia went because she never turns down a dare, other muse’s reason for being there is utp

“Don’t tell me that you’re actually scared,” Gaia smirked, her preexisting superiority complex bolstered even more by this. “It’s an only house, nothing more. Besides, my nanny taught me that ghosts can’t really hurt you. --Grow a pair so that we can get this over with, yea?” 

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