#hooray sapphics

[pieflavoredartz]

( cliccckkk for better quailtyyyy ^^)

happy first edit of the year, miss jolyne “icon” cujoh 💚💚

(21’ vers n og im the cuttt)

#im sleepy #sooo #lil tagies #hope yallr well #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jjba part 6 #jolyne kujo #jolyne cujoh #stone ocean #jjba edit #shes coooll #hooray sapphics #black edit #blacktober #… its january #pfft #edit #call me back

[taakosleftshoe]

Happy Halloween!

Based on this photo by Chloe Atkins

[Image Description: Digital art of Kodira and Amber Gris from The Adventure Zone Ethersea, dressed as a vampire and werewolf. The background is dark blue and there is a hazy effect behind them, and a full moon glowing in the upper left. They are seen from the thighs up, both of them facing left. The lineart is colored to match the coloring, and it is highlighted in purplish rim light, brighter on the left side. Kodira stands in front of Amber and looks back toward her, her head facing the camera. Amber holds Kodira around the waist, and Kodira's arm lays on top of it and they interlock fingers. Kodira smiles, showing two fangs, and looks toward Amber. Amber is seen in profile with her chin on Kodira's shoulder, mouth opening up to show off her sharp teeth. She looks downward at Kodira.

Kodira is a thin older woman with cool brown skin. Her long and curly dark brown hair is in a low ponytail draped over her farther shoulder. It is tied with a red ribbon. She wears a dark red dress beneath a long black coat which is lined along the collar and cuffs. Her eyes are deep brown highlighted in a reddish tone. She has winged eyeliner, dark lipstick, and has blood on her chin beneath her fangs.

Amber is a fatter older woman with light tanned skin. She has scraggly light orange-brown hair that goes to her shoulders. She has wolf ears on top of her head, which are dark brown on the outside and fluffy white on the inner side. She wears a dark red vest which has rips along the sleeve area. Her pants are a dark grey-green and she wears a belt, from which a fluffy brownish tail hangs. She has freckles on her face and tattoos indicated on her arm, including an anchor interlocked with a venus symbol, and a nautical star. On her neck is a black smudge next to puncture marks which are surrounded by a dribbling red. End ID.]

#sierra speaks #taz ethersea #oksamber #my art #digital art #infinite painter #im gonna draw the rest of the coriolis crew also but probably more simpler #i just NEEDED to draw them this way. or i would perish #wlw art #lesbian vampire #lesbian werewolf #werewolf vampire #yes... yEEEESSS... #lesbian art #sapphic art #yippee yaya hooray #i love gay people #amber gris #oksana kodira

[clonebeth]

well, i am thankful for choosing this url a year ago.

#THE BETHS ARE THE BEST!!!! #i too would like a perfect clone of myself to be a sapphic horse girl towards. maybe. #anyway this ep was great i am really enjoying this season so far #the show is absolutely nailing its own characters yipee hooray #and the videogame bplot was good as hell as well i rly enjoyed that kinda absurd meta humor #plus the implications of rick... you know... i shant say it... #amazing!

[cyberhai]

In my zesty little opinion, the best LGBT rep can always be found in stories that aren't like. Explicitly marketed as Queer Media™.

The latest sanitized booktok Radical Queer Transgender Sapphic Witch Polyamorous Vampire Romance: hot wattpad trash

36-year-old gaming franchise with multiple gay and bisexual characters, multiple canonical same-sex romances, and gnc men, ranging from Hero to Morally Grey to Fucking Bastard: HOORAY!

#a lot of lgbt characters in mgs are alas subject to dated bs stereotypes #but theyre all genuinely interesting characters #and i love 99 percent of them #more gay bastards please and thank you #gay bastards and gay morons and gay war criminals #mgs #metal gear solid #big boss #revolver ocelot #kazuhira miller #solid snake #otacon #dr strangelove #the boss mgs #and god knows how many other glorious zesty motherfuckers

[aftonfamilyvalues]

what if kronkk was turned radblr fanfic (featuring aftonfamilyvalues, oatmeal, and more)

“gyns we got a problem” folx said, her voice quaking as the others stared, “kronkk is going to get the button that will either let her delete all men or all radfems in 24 hours”

claps began to fill the space before folx stopped them with a look, “but someone put a spell on her and she’s reverted back to a TRA”

gasps and screams filled the room

“how!” “we’re going to die!” “I don’t want to lose rowling!” “nooooo!!”

“quiet!” folx commanded, “we have 24 hours to peak her. everyone xx fingers in”

the group gathered in a circle stuck their hands out together and to a shout of “vagina” lifted their hands into the air and scattered away to their respective vehicles on their way to kronkk

kronkk led the parade chanting “transwomen are women” she felt like such a good person. she didn’t know what it meant but that was okay, it couldn’t be wrong if all the good guys were chanting it with her. from the side of the parade route in came a women with leg hair running towards her “kronkk it’s me! femmesandhoney!”

kronkk narrowed her eyes she didn’t recognize the name kronkk.

“transwomen are men!” she yelled desperation in her voice

“terf!” kronkk yelled pointing her finger, not knowing how to block and stay safe in real life, she did the only thing she could, she turned and ran away.

unsteady on her ankles, kronkk turned a corner out a breath. from the shadows emerged a figure, a beautiful woman, menalez

“kronkk I don’t want drama with you, you have to wake up, women are adult human females”

kronkk screamed and took off running again. kronkk ran until she spotted a taxi, flagging it down she climbed inside, “take me home! 555 fifth avenue”

the taxi sped off as the driver noticed her stressed expression, “what’s wrong?”

“the terfs are after me,” kronkk explained, “and they are evil”

“what do you mean by that?” the driver asked politely.

kronkk stuttered, “they want genocide. they let men kill transwomen”

“do you think women have the kind of power over men to make them do or not do that?”

kronkk gasped, “you’re one of them!” pulling open the taxi door, kronkk rolled out into oncoming traffic, luckily they were at a red light.

opabinia let out a sigh as she watched kronkk run away, pulling out her walkie-talkie she spoke into it “gyns she’s on the move, heading towards 5th, over and out”

“copy” hundreds of voices whispered back

hours later, kronkk was shaking and clutching her passport, as she headed onto the plane, she had to get away, she had been stopped by so many radfems all day, even her own roommate, so now she had to leave the country.

as kronkk sat in her seat, by the emergency exit, a woman and baby sat down next to her.

the woman smiled politely, “I’m kelly” kronkk gave a smile back “I’m redacted” as the plane started to go down the runway.

as soon as the fasten seatbelt sign came off the kelly woman pulled out a bowl of oatmeal to eat and the baby began to cry, loudly.

“what do you think about crying babies on planes?” kelly asked, a mouth full of oatmeal

that phrase sounded familiar to kronkk, but why? kronkk suddenly noticed the onesie on the baby it said “I love my mommy terfectly” with dino print.

kronkk let out a scream threw open the emergency exit, grabbed the baby and tossed it out. the kelly woman dove after the baby and they disappeared into the clouds.

the rest of the plane ride kronkk was shaken. when she finally landed in Toronto Canada, she was glad to be abroad and far from the united states.

“no one’s peaked her yet?” folx hissed in frustration

“we need a plan b” cisthoughtcrime said slamming her hand onto a table

“we need to kill her! the old kronkk would understand, she wouldn’t want us all to die!” lavenderfeminist said in agreement.

hoorays of agreement rang out

“no!” folx hissed “no one is killing kronkk. she’s my best friend and I love her”

“awh!” blackswallowtailbutterfly smiled “I always shipped you two!”

sapphic-schizo pushed blackswallowtailbutterfly to the ground, “no one cool ships folx and kronkk, get a life!”

“enough!” folx yelled “we only have a few hours left. we have to trust the others have this. the best radfems are on it!”

maitakecat struggled to put blorbortion onto her shoulders. they collapsed onto the ground as blorbortion tried to unlatch the window lock for the 12th time

“you have to hold steady!” blorbortion said as they collapsed into the summer snow, it was always snowing in canada

“you try it then miss expert!” maitakecat hissed. why was breaking into kronkk’s hotel room so difficult.

stana dressed as hotel butler knocked on the door. kronkk opened the door.

“Can I interest you in the views of radical feminism?”

the door slammed in her face.

kronkk turned to hear screams from her neighbor’s hotel room “intruders!” and “sorry wrong room!”

kronkk closed her curtains, turned off the light and went to sleep. she awoke to the sound of angelic music as god entered the room, her hair glowing

“redacted, I have here two buttons, one that will delete all men and one that will delete all radfems”

kronkk narrowed her eyes, “how do I know this is real”

“I thought you might say that, I brought practice buttons, this is centered on a 50 mile radius in a random city, go ahead test it”

kronkk tentatively reached forward and clicked the delete all radfem button. with a flash an image appeared in the room. a woman aftonfamilyvalues collapsed to the ground dead, with her posters of severus snape and silco in her bedroom behind her.

“ready for the real button?” the god asked

kronkk nodded and approached the real buttons, her hand hovered over the delete all radfem button.

then the hotel door opened abruptly and a voice filled the space, “beloved?”

something about that calm and wise voice made kronkk turn towards it, her hand still outstretched.

The woman walked towards her as kronkk remained frozen. something about her she didn’t understand, but she couldn’t look away. the woman and her were now staring deep into each other’s eyes, as the woman cupped her face with her hand, stroking the side of her cheek gently.

“beloved this isn’t you”

the woman leaned in for a kiss and their lips met for a passionate kiss.

kronkk suddenly awoke from the spell, with a gasp she pulled back and slammed her hand down on the delete all men button.

cheers erupted from the hallway, as folx and other radfems ran in. tears were streaming down folx’s face as she embraced kronkk into a bear hug. radicallyaligned smiled sadly as she backed away and out of the room, knowing if they ever kissed again kronkk would be put back under that spell. her love would only protect her if they never were together again.

the end

okay the taxi part was brilliant, that had me laughing. i enjoyed another fic featuring my corpse

#ask

[jovenshires]

Courtlivia my beloveds. Like I'm gonna be honest they are soooo. Yeah. I love them both a lot and their friendship is so sweet and they have so much potential I wish we'd see more of them. Where is oliviaaaaaa :(

HIP HIP HOORAY WE FOUND HER MY BELOVED <3333 courtivia..... my girls. as someone who was here when courtivia was THE end-all-be-all for smosh sapphics, i love them so dearly. hey they can make a comeback ive seen it happen before it could happen again!! and i might write courtivia some time in the future anyway, this is just for this week specifically <3 (and no matter who wins - i still have NO idea what im doing KDNKFNF)

#like idk what to Write yet #ive got every other day done though #courtivia #shipping #ask #asks #anon #anonymous

[doomalade]

I am totally with you on the whole Sallie May thing. I do get why she was popular, I mean, it's not everyday you have trans representation, but to me, Sallie May really isn't that great. She has very little screentime, and her characterization is pretty much Millie, but trans. I mean, hooray for representation, but I felt it was way overblown for what little significance Sallie had to the show. Call me crazy, but I think for 'good representation', a trans person should have to do something more than 'just being trans'.

Exactly.

Like yeah that’s great and all that you have queer characters and we’re getting gay and lesbian and bi and pan and trans and non binary and all of sexualities and all of genders (some more than others which is unfortunate cause the LGBTQA+ can’t exist without the L or the A or the B if that makes sense)

But the next step is better representation. More major characters that are trans. More leading sapphic relationships. More shows like Owl House please!

#doom.txt #helluva critical

[ninja-muse]

January took forever and February took days. February also saw robins and single-jacket weather and geese migrations, and now it is also seeing December-grade snowfall? The 21st century is weird.

Anyway, I feel like this was another good reading month, even though I had some decidedly all right books in my list and a few moments of "I have hundreds of unread books, why is there nothing to read?!" I managed to offload five (5!) reading copies and only take two in, though I already know I've got two more coming towards me soon because I just can't say no, apparently.

As for book hauls and the TBR shelf situation: I only bought one book, the latest installment of the Rivers of London comics, which I hadn't realized was out so obviously I had to get it. And then read it a couple days later. Also read off my shelves were Dreadnought by Cherie Priest (which had only been on my shelf for 13 years), The Compleat Discworld Atlas, and Jackalope Wives and Other Stories by T. Kingfisher, which isn't pictured because I have the ebook and I couldn't get a good pic of my phone. (People who do this, please send tips!)

And following on from my Digger update from last month: the books are one step closing to shipping internationally! Hooray!

Oh, and a friend with a book box subscription passed a map from the Daevabad Trilogy on to me, so I have yet another decoration for my shelves. Still finding the optimal place for it, and feeling blessed to have such friends.

No idea what March is going to bring, except I feel like there'll be more dithering about reading material.

And now without further ado, in order of enjoyment…

Perilous Times - Thomas D. Lee

Rising sea levels. Mass extinctions. Racists. In-fighting. Dragons. If ever there was a time for the Knights of the Round Table to save the day, this would be it. But can they? Out in May.

8/10

Black main character, 🏳️‍🌈 main character (gay), British-Indian/Muslim main character; Black, amputee, and 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (trans woman, sapphic, gay)

warning: existential despair, violence

The Compleat Discworld Atlas - Terry Pratchett with the Discworld Emporium

A guide to the Disc, with maps in.

8/10

The 2000s Made Me Gay - Grace Perry

Essays on pop culture and queerness.

7.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 author

warning: discussions of homophobia

The Porcelain Moon - Janie Chang

Faced with an arranged marriage, Pauline decides to travel to the Western Front to find her cousin. Meanwhile, Camille is caught between an abusive marriage and her secret love for a Chinese translator.

7/10

Chinese main and secondary characters, secondary character with discalculia, Chinese-Canadian author, 🇨🇦

warning: rape, domestic violence, racism, miscarriage

Jackalope Wives and Other Stories - T. Kingfisher

Short stories and other writings.

7.5/10

Dreadnought - Cherie Priest

Mercy travels from Tennessee to Washington Territory to visit her estranged father, two decades into the American Civil War. It won’t be easy.

7/10

Black and Mexican secondary characters

warning: war, gore, occasional racial slurs, including the N-word

The Fairy Tellers - Nicholas Jubber

Explorations into the history of fairy tales and the people who told them.

7/10

contains discussion of and biographies for Syrian and Indian tale tellers

Rivers of London, Vol. 10 - Ben Aaronovitch, Andrew Cartmel, Celeste Bronfman with José María Beroy (illustrator)

Chelsea and Olympia Thames accidentally free an angry artist from a tree near their campsite—but don’t worry, they’ve got a plan.

6.5/10

Black-British main and secondary characters, Korean and Indian secondary characters

Happy Place - Emily Henry

Harriet and Wyn are back in Vermont for their annual friend reunion. This could be the last time, so it’s got to count. Which means nobody can know they broke up months ago. Out in May.

6.5/10

protagonist with depression, Black, Indo-American, and 🏳️‍🌈 (sapphic) secondary characters

This Winter - Alice Oseman

The Spring siblings would really like a normal Christmas. Shame about this one.

6/10

🏳️‍🌈 characters (gay, bisexual), 🏳️‍🌈 author

warning: discussion of eating disorders and mental illness, some of which is distinctly negative

Nocturne - Alyssa Wees

A ballerina in 1930s Chicago acquires a mysterious patron and finds herself in a fairy tale. One of the dark ones.

7/10

warning: abuse, grief, coercion

Full of Briars - Seanan McGuire

Quentin’s parents want to take him away from his found family.

6/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (bisexual), 🏳️‍🌈 author

Under Lock & Skeleton Key - Gigi Pandian

Tempest is home after her magic show ended in disaster. Then her former assistant is found dead inside an old wall, and it might have something to do with the family curse.

4.5/10

Indo-American protagonist, Black and Indo-American secondary characters, 🏳️‍🌈 side characters, Indo-American author

Currently reading:

The Magician’s Daughter - H.G. Parry

Biddy’s magical guardian is under attack and she must leave her island home to protect him.

Stats

Monthly total: 13 Yearly total: 25/140 Queer books: 4 Authors of colour: 2 Books by women: 9 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 1 Off the TBR shelves: 4 Books hauled: 1 ARCs acquired: 2 ARCs unhauled: 5 DNFs: 0

January

#books #booklr #bookblr #adult booklr #book covers #book photography #my photos #reading wrap-ups #read in 2023

[stars-office]

hooray for being out of school hahah! i really like the way you do pride icons, can i pls request some for yanfei with the sapphic flag? it's totally fine if you decide to decline tho, i understand. thank you either way!! :o

posted

awhwhaa thanks !!! <333 you can 100% have sapphic yanfei icons i absolutely love her - have a good day ! :3 ty for requesting <3

#requests (๑˃ᴗ˂) #anons (๑˃ᴗ˂)

[icecreamsundayonajulyafternoon]

A/N: this is also on my ao3: homoeroticmicrowave as a part of my resident evil oneshots (I take requests) For context the reader is a part of Chris’s team and Jill is also there for the mission. Jill and the reader and Chris and the reader are platonic but you can interpret their relationships however you wish. As for the plot of this to sum it up Donna and you basically decided you loved each other and went through a whole little mission that I couldn’t be bothered to write in order to try to escape from everything that wanted to harm you both only to end up dying. I swear I’ll write happier things that aren’t angsty soon.

You lay there with Donna, shot in the snow blood easing the cold that had been so bitter to you. Donna gasped through breathless chuckles as she held your hand. Red bubbles around your teeth as you grinned shamelessly. You have her hand a little squeeze letting her know you were doing this together.

You got out. Maybe you didn’t make it far but you still got to see what it was like there together. You didn’t exchange any magnificent words worth writing in history books nor did you accomplish anything noble and noteworthy but you carved your admittedly short life together in a place that demanded you die in anger and fear without a trace of love.

You had felt remorse for all of the years you could have spent together but it wasn’t worth thinking of when you were so short on time. You would both smile as you went for you were finally together and that in itself was an accomplishment you could be proud of.

Your team surely cursed you for leaving them for a woman who you were supposed to despise and take down. But you did your job didn’t you really, she was down and so were you and while you wished that this segment of the mission had been a failure you didn’t want to soil the moment where you got to hold your hand and watch a sky that finally seemed peaceful.

You felt comfort in knowing your lover was with you as you went.

Your head turned towards her.

You should be scared.

Your visions fading.

You smiled.

‘Beautiful.’

Jill found your body and she screamed in pure rage. She was so hopelessly furious. She was angry at you for being so careless and stupid as to betray people you had known and cared for all for some woman who ultimately got you killed. Angry at the woman who you had chosen over everything and everyone else. Angry at the woman who you had abandoned the world for because she had let you. Angry because she hadn’t been able to save you. Angry at the world around her for allowing this to happen. Angry because she had left you alone in the mission and now she had lost you forever. Angry as you had left her to live.

When Chris made it back without Ethan he felt so rough as he had to tell Mia that her husband wasn’t coming back. All he wanted to do was kick off his shoes and clothes and flop onto his bed. He took a seat next to Jill who’s face held a certain melancholia that he thought his own might reflect. He asked her if she was okay but she didn’t utter a word in response. His eyes wondered round his squad but he couldn’t find your face.

Chris looked at Jill in confusion as he asked where you up were. Jill couldn’t answer him. She couldn’t handle answering him. She hadn’t even processed yet alone accepted what had happened. She didn’t want to give him an answer. She didn’t want to accept that it was true. ”Jill, where are they” a cruel thought that she must have just not heard him teased his mind.

Jill grit her teeth and tried to focus on anything but Chris. Tried to block him out of her vision. Tried to tune his voice out with aimless thoughts. But he was still there and he wasn’t going away. She had to respond. She didn’t have a choice. “They’re not coming” her words seemed vague in the part of Chris’s mind that feigned a lack of recognition as to what her words meant. He denied the obvious meaning that flared and burned his buried happiness that he had managed to scavenge despite so many tragedies until it was charred.

Jill’s eyes were wide with an intensity she hadn’t shown in so long as words that didn’t fit her spilled from her mouth “They’re dead Chris I found their body they’re dead it’s in a bag over there if you really want to see it so badly”

Chris stared blankly at Jill an immediate drop in his facial expression as he turned his head away from her. He didn’t want to listen to her. He wanted to get mad. He wanted to argue. But he was tired. He was so, so tired and he didn’t want to be tired anymore.

When given opportunity to he doused himself in alcohol, smearing it all through his liver until he was sure he would pass out or die. He wouldn’t die though. He never did.

He never visited your grave. Never payed any real respects to you. Never brought any flowers or conversed with any of his fellow grieving. Never spoke of you to anyone. He simply went on as if you had never existed. You haunted him nonetheless. When he was so close to sleep but not quite there his thoughts twisted and bent so that you could reach them. Your face convulsing into a sick scream as he preached his sorrow and repented for how he hadn’t been able to get to you. You danced with all of his other ghosts that paraded in his misfortune and woes. Your face now a picture of horror to him. Your very name brought an unspeakable agony.

He was never a crier and he didn’t cry for your death and he went on for a week without a single tear and he had no intention of spilling any.

And then his fucking pen ran out.

He had been writing out paperwork by hand because the internet crashed and he couldn’t wait for it to be fixed as he needed to get through it all quickly with an efficiency that he had been expected to achieve. But then his pen ran out midway through writing it and he should have just got up and grabbed a new one but he didn’t think and he started pressing harder and scribbling but no ink came out it just left indents in the paper and in a moment of unfiltered frustration he slashed his paper with the pen and then the fucking ink came out and now his work was ruined because he was an idiot and why did he even do that.

Then he was crying. He was curled up like a toddler on the floor crying over a fucking pen in a red, burning frustration and misery. Then did he really start mourning you. Your name now blasting across his mind as he thought of what your corpse must have looked like. How your pretty face must be ruined with rot. How he hadn’t even thought of you during the mission and had just assumed you were okay. How he had been so cold as to not even turn up to your grave at any point besides the funeral that work had required him to go to. It was always about work with him. Did he even have a personality outside of that? Was he even a person outside of that? All he was was his work and he couldn’t even do that right. He couldn’t even keep his squad alive. He truly was a waste of a person. He couldn’t keep anyone alive but himself and he wasn’t sure he wanted to even do that.

He slammed his hand down on his tiled floor and he screamed a momentous scream. He hated himself so much. He hated being alive so much. He hated everyone dying on him so much. He cradled himself as the tears just kept coming and coming and if anyone saw him like this they’d think he was a complete pussy and if not it would only be because they’d be mesmerised by the fact that he was actually capable of experiencing emotion.

He was so overcome by his deep and endless grief that he fell asleep right there on his cold floor. Nobody was left to love him. Nobody was left but him.

He dreamed of happier times with happier people and a happier him. He wanted to stay in that fantasy forever even if it was all make believe and childish. He wanted to be childish for once. Hell he wanted to be a child again. He wanted to be able to be vulnerable again and feel unconditionally loved again. He wanted to be able to take that love for granted. He wanted to be able to be young again and do stupid things that kids do. He wanted to wake up and start over with no memories of the future and brush his reality off as a silly little nightmare that could be kissed away.

He didn’t want to be hurt anymore.

#Angst #So much angst #Some fun little character death #Gay #lesbian #sapphic #women loving women #lgbtqia #lgbt themes #jill valentine x reader #chris redfield x reader #Mentions of Mia winters #Mentions of Ethan Winters #re8 x reader #oneshots #resident evil village #donna x reader #donna beneviento x female reader #Bisexual reader #You get to die hooray #It’s sad though #Hurt no comfort #I know I use tumblr like an old man #People have asked me if I am okay and the answer is yes but also no #Lot of angst #platonic Chris Redfield #Platonic Jill Valentine #interpret this as you will #Interpret your relationships with everyone as you want though #You and Jill are just very good platonic friends

[certified-pretty-boy]

Ok this is not Sexy Vibes but for the love of god someone teach me how to edit photos to make my chest look flat for Gender Considerations. I've been toying around with the idea of top surgery in the future, but I can't bind for health reasons (thanks to severe rib inflammation + some swelling on my lower ribs, even a loose sports bra is more than I can handle pain + breathing wise currently). Anyways, especially without being able to bind, it's so hard for me to even imagine what I'd look like with a flat chest. Like, I genuinely cannot get an accurate mental picture of what MY body would look like with a flat chest, you know? Theoretically, a flat chest is major gender euphoria, but without being able to get even a vaguely accurate mental image I just DON'T KNOW how I'd /actually/ feel about it. And even if I decided to go that route, top surgery is quite a ways down the line, but damn do I wish I could get a better idea of whether it's something I genuinely want to work towards or not.

#I'm so sorry for coming back just to make Gender Content #I am having so many gender feelings and dealing with lots of big gender things lately #which has actually been part of my hiatus #I'm getting ready to start t (hip hip hooray to my hrt consult on the 17th) #and getting closer to being my ideal gender presentation is really bringing gender feelings up #and man do i want a flat chest in theory #but I'm v much a visual person and trying to picture my body with a flat chest is just Not Happening #and I wish someone could just show me a picture with a genderal approximation of what that'd look like so I could KNOW #anyways I'm so sorry for my incredible lack of sexy content I have no idea when I'll be resuming normal posting #men dni #minors dni #terfs dni #non binary #they/them #nblnb #nblw #wlw #sapphic #lesbian #thinking thoughts

[jellyrollin-yo]

Spending my night drinking and listening to sapphic audio reccordings bc sometimes a girl just wants to be called nice names

So now’s the traditional Drunk Jelly AMA, where i only get questions after i’ve gone to bed and answer tomorrow when i’m sober! Hooray!

[sendme-2hell]

Ranking the books I read in August

rip I literally did not read a single book in July

also I reached my 100 book goal for the year, hooray!

1. Trust Exercise - Susan Choi

jsdksdkfh I don’t even know what to say about this book except that it absolutely fried my brain. I finished it one night at 10pm and stayed up until 4am reading articles about it and thinking about it. I love a good unreliable narrator. This book has such unreliable narrators that there are legit debates about what even happened in the book and what was made up and that, dear reader, is my shit. It’s also a very intense book that made me feel a lot of icky feelings. Going through Goodreads it seems like everyone either hates it or loves it. 

2. She Who Became The Sun -  Shelley Parker - Chan

I feel like this book crept up on me. It took like maybe 100 pages for me to really get into it but once I was in I was IN. And I was constantly thinking about it. The writing was excellent, the exploration of gender was great, the battle scenes were fun, there was a lot of angst, what more could I ask for? It made me miss Baru and made me remember I need to finish the Poppy War series! 

3. My Education - Susan Choi

This fucking book. 10 pages from the end I would have put this as my number one. if you’re reading this you may think of me as someone who reads sapphic SFF but my other interest is books such as those written by Elena Ferrante and Margaret Atwood where you follow a woman and her inner thoughts as she goes about her life. And you get a real sense of who she is with a focus on her relationships. And she is often not extremely moral or perfect and you see her inner workings. Ok CLEARLY I am terrible at describing this genre but I know it when I see it and this book has it! Plus it is sapphic so I was all in.  But I did not like the ending and I feel it ruined the rest of it. If anyone has finished it and wants to talk about the ending pls dm me, or if you know other books like this and want to reccomend them. 

4. The Witch’s Heart - Genevieve Gornichec

This book had me from the very first pages. I love Norse Mythology and I LOVE retellings where you can tell the author is embellishing and changing but in a way that would make sense and would be logical if it really had happened. And then the book is not only the story of what happened, but also an analysis of how stories and narrative can be shaped. It really reminded me of Circe. I think there are a lot of retellings but there is a certain something that an author has to have for it to be good and I think this one had it. Plus it’s sapphic so points for that. 

5.Honey Girl - Morgan Rogers

The writing in Honey Girl really is something else. It is so tender and calming. Which made up for the fact that Grace has a degree in Astronomy when she should have one in Astrophysics. This is a weird pet peeve of mine but like...cmon...if you want to work in astronomy you should be doing Astrophysics...also who uses umbrellas in Portland? no one!

6. Six Tryst Venom - Penelope Douglas 

This was just a very spicy wlw enemies to lovers book. There’s nothing more to say.

7. Surfacing - Margaret Atwood 

I am so close to having read every novel Atwood has written. This one has just been sitting on my shelf for four years. I finally finished it and...it’s good. I mean I love her writing. Every time I don’t think I’ll like one of her stories I end up being sucked in anyway. But I wouldn’t say this is my favorite Atwood book.

8. The Chosen and the Beautiful - Nghi Vo

I’m sorry but I must speak my truth. I was HIGHLY anticipating this book and it didn’t do it for me. The writing was beautiful and there were some parts I loved. But on the whole I was kinda bored. Maybe it’s because it’s been awhile since I’ve ready Gatsby.

9. Iron & Velvet (paranormal investigator #1) - Alexis Hall

This was simply a funny and enjoyable book about a paranormal investigator and her vampire girlfriend solving a crime. 

10. The Good Luck Girls - Charlotte Nicole Davis

I liked this book! I just didn’t love it, or think about it after I finished. It’s also one of those books that ends on sort of a cliffhanger and you have to read the next one to figure out what happens. This kinda annoys me. It makes me think of Malice or Crier’s war, both of which I think could have been made into one longer book (ok maybe not malice but def criers war) but you can make more money by cutting off the story in the middle and ending it on a cliffhanger so readers will want to immediately buy the next one. Which kinda annoys me.

#my rankings

[kawaiijellymonster]

Okay so I have a kind of crazy idea/thought. As you may know, I have a complicated relationship with religion. I was raised christian, I hate it, I also hate that it’s so incorporated in my brain. My thoughts on religion have often been summed up as “it’s pretty much russian roulette, you pick a religion and maybe its the right one and hooray you get the afterlife you want, but more likely you pick the wrong one and you’re fucked” which is incredibly stressful for me so I pretty much threw it all out.

However, recently I had a conversation with a friend about the definition of and uses of religion because I had a co-worker say “you have to have something to pray to or it’ll drive you mad” and I read a fic that will come into play later, and I read a story here on tumblr that made me think about it some more. 

Put very very simply, I want to create a religion and I need help because my adhd brain won’t let me focus. 

So the first thing when you start any endeavor is to define what you’re doing. In this scenario I am trying to define religion. Now, a while ago my friend used to ask the science teachers at school “why” questions until he pissed them off enough they passed him to the next teacher, and finally the new ap environmental teacher said “Science can only answer cosmic ‘how’ questions, Religion is for answering cosmic ‘why’ questions” basically saying “no I can’t tell you why gravity works (bc that's religion), but I can tell you how”. So if I’m creating a definition religion it needs to have the capability of answering all cosmic why questions. 

Therefore: “Religion is a humans attempt to understand and explain life, existence, and purpose as well as put that understanding to work in their everyday life” 

Now you might be saying “but Christi! what does that second part have to do with answering cosmic why questions!?” and this is where I say it doesn’t but it is part of the why of religion. “Why do people participate in religion?” aside from the aforementioned me and my friend came up with a couple reasons people do religion which are:

To cope with events/thoughts

As a framework or guide for how to live life

To take responsibility for actions and thoughts away from the self

As someone to talk to

Establishment of a routine

 The third one is actually the one that references to a fic, basically a character got overwhelmed because finals and too much coffee and hearing too much and migraines, and then their significant other came home and guided character A into a kneeling position on the floor while person B sat on the couch with his thighs on either side of person A. This allowed person A to have this “I’m safe and protected and I don’t need to be on edge, anything that happens is no longer up to me” kind of thought process that I think we tend to also apply to religion. That idea of “if god wants me to do well on this test then I will” or “these bad/good things happened because god wanted them to” you can easily come up with more examples. 

The first, and the last two are in reference to this tumblr post not to talk too long but basically a small god has a tiny shrine, he doesn’t have much power but a farmer prays to him every day, and bad things happen and the little god can’t do anything to prevent it, and the farmer still prays because this little god means something to him, its a routine, its someone to talk to, and as his fields burn down and his family dies he has a dedication that he can use to cope. It’s kind of tragically beautiful and I 100% recommend you read that story btw. 

Now for like frameworks of how to live life I don’t really have all that many that my god will have but here are the few I do have:

Try to improve, never settle for the way you are now and always try to be kinder

Don’t tolerate ignorance or scorn when it causes damage

Never put yourself in a situation that makes you viscerally uncomfortable

Doing your best is good enough

Say no to drugs and alcohol (this is just a personal preference) 

Remain humble in all that you do, never expect to be the best 

However if someone treats you as though you know nothing, prove them wrong

If it makes you happy it’s worth it

But basically, I need help coming up with more of the nuts and bolts of who this god will be, what their name will be, other frameworky “how to live life” kinds of things, maybe some lore too. I really want it to be the kind of god that has a shrine simply because of the aesthetic. 

As a PSA it will be a god that supports all variants of LGBTQ+ and nerf’s TERFS because we don’t support that in this good non christian sapphic household. 

So yeah if you wanna help and be in my lil cult I guess this is gonna be, DM me with your snapchat and I can create like a groupchat or something (no I don’t have discord, don’t attack me), or send an ask with thoughts/suggestions on the subject to either @kawaiijellymonster or @girlsareverypretty (they’re both me). 

#rambles #religion #is this considered creating a cult?

[zutaralesbian]

Oh my god this gave me flashbacks of a polygon article posting about the 2020 sapphic couples in cartoons, they had catradora as their header. There were TONS of men who were either 1) pfps of their face showing they're clearly 30+ 2) underage anime girl pfps 3) p0rn accounts commenting and saying: "hooray for glorifying abuse" "polygon promoting lesbian abuse" "it's bad optics to show the abuse apologist ship as your header" "the worst lesbian rep as your top pick huh?" etc.

Suddenly men care about Good Lesbian Rep? Just say you're salty the 80s cartoon didn't get a sexualized reboot and go.

Men who hate on SPOP are literal freaks, no other way around it. And they’re probably all actually lesbophobic and are only pretending to care about lesbian rep because, as you said, they didn’t get the sexualized and het reboot they wanted lmao.

Anyway that sounds awful and I’m glad I didn’t witness it.

#anonymous #answered

[youaremysunshinekt]

Dearest Anna...

Another day has come and gone. Tuesday. It's been so long since I've last seen any lifesign from you.

It's gotten to a point where I'm not even sure anymore if you ever truly existed, or if my lonely, heart conjured you up, if you were merely a figment of my overactive imagination.

Since you went away, everything inside me has come to a halt, ceased to function. My insomnia has reached highly concerning levels, increasing my anxiety, overall dire state and my lack of concentration, inability to focus, sit still and restlessness are affecting my ability to get anything done, write as much as one sentence these days.

Yet, I am still creating these posts for you every single night before going to bed, sitting down, forcing myself to write to you because I know you deserve it, I want you to know that I care, that you are this important, mean that much to me, play that big of a role in my life.

Still, the fact that you have been so quiet and active here these days is highly concerning and my inner critic keeps telling me that it's foolish continuing to create these posts when it's plain to see that you're not reading or even seeing them anyway.

My heart, on the other hand, tells me that it is very well worth it since chances are once you will be less busy, in a better state, have recovered, or are able to access this platform again and check your notifications even if the chances are very slim, seeing those posts might manage to lift your spirits, improve your mood, let you know I still care, haven't given up on you, my feelings haven't changed, although, that's not true.

My feelings have changed. They keep growing stronger, every single day, Anna. Believe it or not, every single day I love you more and more.

Saying your name out loud makes me so happy, or simply whispering it to myself, writing it down.

Thinking of you excites me, makes me happy, despite your obvious lack of response and as I fear interest.

I must admit I did some digging, my lonely heart tends to force me to do the craziest, most absurd things sometimes, I can tell you but my research has been very successful and I now know for a fact that you indeed are a sapphic as well.

I almost squealed like a mad person when I learned that. What difference does it make, however? Our orientation might be the same but so what?

"Oh, sure I'm a lesbian, but you're totally not my type, sorry."

"Oh, yes, I'm gay and in a happy, perfect relationship."

"Yes, I'm a lesbian but that doesn't mean I do relationships. Dating is so last season. If anything, I hook up every now and then. You don't ping me like the kind to do that thing though. Am I wrong?"

Sigh... So, in conclusion: Just because you so happen to be a lesbian too, doesn't mean I stand a chance with you. Hooray!!!

However, there is still that tiny speck of hope left that, maybe, just maybe, you do feel the same way, are currently single, open for a relationship and a serious one at that and are interested in me as well.

Anyway, despite all that, I hope you are well, Anna. That there's a good reason for your silence, inactivity.

Gute Nacht, Anna.

Schlaf gut und süße Träume, mein Engel.

Ich liebe dich, ein bisschen mehr jeden Tag.

Despite all that, because of all that.

#anna #dedicated to you #lesbian #hopeless romantic #ich liebe dich anna #writer's thoughts #meirl #sapphic yearning intensifies #my thoughts are with you #stay strong #i will always believe in you #gute nacht mein engel #süße träume anna #ich vermisse dich #du fehlst mir #insomnia my beloved #i am right here #i won't go anywhere