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The Best Yuri of 2021
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2021 continued to be another spectacular year for Yuri. The genre, which for so long was confined to small background elements or else the occasional schoolgirl romance has finally broken free in recent years. Now we have stories in every genre following all sorts of characters and stories both thrilling and tragic, sweet and sultry. While this year was a struggle for me personally, to say the least, as evidenced by the few reviews and articles I was able to publish, Yuri remained a constant respite. I knew I could always come to the stories I love across an ever-expanding variety of mediums.
This list is a celebration of the genre and the titles that gave me and others so much joy the past year. There are dozens more titles, both that I have had the pleasure of enjoying and that remain unknown to me that deserves a spot alongside this list, and I encourage everyone to share what Yuri series affect them most this year.
Here is the Best Yuri of 2021!
10. The Aquatope on White Sand (Shiroi Suna no Akuatoupu)
The Aquatope on White Sand is not Yuri in common sense, that is to say, it is not romance and does not feature any adoring kisses between girls, although there is plenty of subtext. However, this beautiful series about a passionate young woman and a failed idol trying to find herself and her future is one of the year’s most heartfelt projects. It managed to create a magical and expansive world inside the confined walls of the Gama Gama Aquarium. Viewers marvel at P.A. Works’s animation, which lends a serene and vivid quality to the nature and aquatic life of the aquarium, and resonates with its characters that struggle with broken dreams and an uncertain future.
The Aquatope on White Sand is streaming now on Crunchyroll.
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Honorable Mention: Western Animation
Western cartoons have done so much for LGBTQ+ representation. Perhaps more than any other form of media they are clear and visible to all people, from a very young age. Whether they work to teach acceptance of oneself or others, depict dramatic romance, showcase exciting action, and just tell a cool story that happens to have queer people in them, I have enjoyed them all. There are some titles that are notable and enjoyable enough to earn their own spot on this list, more on those later, but other notable standouts this year include The Mitchells vs. the Machines, Castlevania, Q Force, Big Mouth, and High Guardian Spice.
9. Bloom Into You Anthology (Yagate Kimi ni Naru: Official Anthology)
The first Bloom Into you Anthology was technically released in Japan three years ago before the conclusion of the original series, however, the title was a surprise license announcement this year, as even some of the Yuri genre’s most popular series such as Citrus do not usually see their anthologies released abroad. But such is the power of Bloom Into You, which continues to live on and be beloved, is perhaps the most legendary Yuri series of recent memory.
The anthology featured incredible stories and artwork from some of the Yuri genre’s greatest creators including Fly, Canno, tMnR, Moke, Tachi, and more. This wonderful celebration of the series and its characters let loose for pure fun and fan service and it feels like the perfect send-off for this incredible series. Hmm? What’s that? Kadokawa is re-releasing the entire series as a webcomic? OH NEVER MIND!
Check out the Bloom Into You Anthology in English digitally and in paperback: https://amzn.to/353wl49
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8. Young Ladies Don’t Play Fighting Games (Tai Ari Deshita. ~Ojо̄-sama wa Kakutо̄ Gēmu Nante Shinai~)
Speaking of surprises, Eri Ejima’s Young Ladies Don’t Play Fighting Games was a delightful one. An incredibly unique and hilarious series about two strange girls going all out in fighting games is made all the better for its awareness of genre tropes. Setting the story in an elite all-girls school, contrasting flowery imagery of lilies with panels that look like something out of a horror manga, and plenty of squeal-worthy moments make this series an absolute must-read for Yurijin. With the world in the state its in, it might not feel like there is a lot to look forward to in 2022, but the upcoming anime adaptation of this unconventional Yuri series is a definite highlight on my list.
Check out Young Ladies Don't Play Fighting Games in English today: https://amzn.to/34Zxc5S
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7. Otherside Picnic (Urasekai Picnic)
This excellent hard science fiction series garnered an honorable mention on my list last year, but since then it has only gotten better! Author Iori Miyazawa is nothing short of genius and continues to build on his horrific and mysterious world while finally capitalizing on the relationship developed between Sorawo and Toriko, both of whom continue to tear away their outer layers to reveal their own secrets and stunning revelations. This series also received an anime adaptation that gave us a more lighthearted edition of the story and Mizuno Eita’s incredible manga that translated Miyazawa’s depth of character and terror into enchanting images.
Otherside Picnic is streaming with English subs and dubs on Funimation.
Check out the Otherside Picnic manga adaptation and the original light novels in English: https://amzn.to/3nGtxk8
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Honorable Mention: Ride or Die
Ride or Die is an engrossing adaptation of Nakamura Ching’s Gunjou. This bloody and morally gray film follows Rei, a lesbian in love with her long-time friend Nanae. To show her love for Nanae, Rei accepts the responsibility of saving her from her abusive relationship by killing her husband. It brings an emotional tenderness mixed with a manic energy that creates a film unlike any other, a mix of tragedy and brutality, that treats its heavy subject matter carefully without feeling preachy or pedantic.
6. Arcane
Arcane is easily the best television shows to come out this year, and I would wager the best series Netflix has done since Bojack Horseman. Riot Games and Fortiche bring the world of League of Legends to life with a stunning mix of 2D and 3D animation and incredible storytelling that is inviting to newcomers and fans of the game alike. The series is an exciting clash between opposing forces and viewpoints, the upper and undercities, the use of technology for humanitarian and warmongering, and idealism vs realism. At the center of its amazing plot are two sisters, Vi and Jinx, wonderfully voiced by Hailee Steinfeld and Ella Purnell respectively. As many of my TikTok followers will know, I spent a great deal of time examining the show’s developing queer relationship, and I cannot wait to see what happens when season 2 releases.
Arcane is streaming now on Netflix.
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5. Kiss it Goodbye
The only webcomic to make this list this year, Ticcytx’s Kiss It Goodbye is a short and sweet coming of age story about two girls as they fall in love. Framed as the adult couple telling their friends how they got together over drinks, this webtoon plays in your mind like the perfect teen romance. It is full of heart, hilarity, and some excellent illustrations. What I perhaps enjoyed most, however, was seeing the way Ticcytx showcased an asexual main character in a romance series and that was never an issue or problem that had to be solved for Yukimi and Aruka to have a happy, fulfilling relationship.
Read Kiss it Goodbye on Webtoon and Tapas.
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4. Doughnuts Under a Crescent Moon (Kaketa Tsuki to Donuts)
Shio Usui’s Shaikaijin Yuri story finally hit English markets this year and I could not be happier. Despite framing itself as a typical office romance, Doughnuts Under a Crescent Moon is a rather dark and yet very uplifting story about a young woman so frustrated and distraught with her failure to live up to society’s and her own romantic expectation. Thankfully, she is saved by the kind gesture of friendship from a coworker. Thus begins both women’s journeys towards finding love for each other and for themselves. It is a powerful piece that handles its heavy themes with grace and beauty. Doughnuts Under a Cresent Moon is a rather dark and yet very uplifting story about a young woman so frustrated and distraught with her failure to live up to society’s and her own romantic expectation. Thankfully, she is saved by the kind gesture of friendship from a coworker. Thus begins both women’s journeys towards finding love for each other and for themselves. It is a powerful piece that handles its heavy themes with grace and beauty.
Check out Young Ladies Don't Play Fighting Games in English today: https://amzn.to/32jmoib
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Honorable mention: LoveStruck
The final honorable mention of this list is a sad one. Towards the end of 2021, we found out that Voltage Inc. was shutting down its US branch and thus their feature title, Lovestruck, would be delisted and ending service in early 2022. This otome game platform has an incredible history of featuring LGBTQ+ protagonists, side characters, romances options, and villains. It had some of the first series I saw featuring non-binary romances and was the only one that featured its lesbian characters starting families with children together. And all of it surrounded by fantastic writing and gorgeous CG artwork. I named the platform one of my best Yuri of the past 100 years in a guest post on Okazu celebrating the genre’s centennial, and I am devastated to see it die.
3. The Owl House
I mean, everyone knew this had to be on here. What is there to say about Dana Terrace’s The Owl House? Other than perhaps cursing Disney for the umpteenth time for not giving the cartoon a full third season. The Owl House is charming, fun, and dare I say magical! But, as you have probably surmised, the series greatest element is its central romance of protagonist Luz and her rival, turned friend, turned “girlfriend” (and yes, they use that term in the show!) Amity. The Lumity romance was building since midway through season one, and seeing the affection for these two characters build was so exciting. When the series finally capitalized on it and they got together I think every animation-loving sapphic screamed! What's more, we still have half a season and three specials to go! Unlike Korra or She-Ra we get to see more of these two as a couple in the main series before its conclusion, and it looks like we will not have to wait much longer.
The Owl House is streaming now on Disney+ and airing new episodes on The Disney Challel this year.
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2. Whisper Me a Love Song (Sasayaku You ni Koi o Utau)
School Yuri romances are boring at this point. All Yurijin have seen them, read them, and know their trappings. A cool and controlled upperclassman. A younger, more energetic, and naive kohai. They both struggle with their feelings, there is a dose of melodrama, they fail to ever communicate, and they end up together the end. So why is Eku Takeshima’s Whisper Me a Love Song topping popularity polls? If you ask me, it is just how much these characters like each other. Himari and Yori’s relationship is so passionate and exciting. They find every chance they can to talk, spend time together, and just enjoy each other so much. It is downright infection and exceptionally charming. This manga has me smiling the entire way through.
Check Out Whisper Me a Love Song: https://amzn.to/3tMk52w
And the top Yuri of 2021...
1. I’m in Love with the Villainess (Watashi no Oshi wa Akuyaku Reijou)
I usually save the top slot on this annual list for a movement or feature of Yuri rather than an individual title. However, as I drafted the article it became clear that I’m in Love with the Villainess and everything it does and stands for is that movement. Inori’s incredible series is one that could only be constructed by a queer person, and the result is a thrilling and romantic adventure, with a wonderfully fleshed-out world, exciting twists, and phenomenal characters. However, this series best aspects are when Inori leans on her experiences, detailing real-life social issues and incorporating them into the story, not the least of which is the depiction of LGBTQ+ people, including women getting married and adopting children, transgender people coming to terms with their identity, and the reactions of friends, the public, and institutions to said identities. This series is the future of Yuri, a Yuri work that lives up to the genre’s roots and fully embraces everything it means to be gay. And for that, it deserves every honor and can give it and more.
Read the amazing light novel series in English digitally and in paperback: https://amzn.to/33PVdfc
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Mi Familia!
Summary: (y/n) and Pepa are married and live in the casita with their three children, Dolores, Camillo and Antonio. It’s Antonio’s ceremony day and everyone’s full of nerves whilst preparing for it! (reader is female in this fic)
Based off of Encanto. I watched it the other night then re watched it twice (I love it!) and now I’m ready to write about it!
Word count: 1.7K
“Hola Casita!” I say cheerfully walking towards the house waving. I smile as the shutters open and close quickly. The doors open and I walk in to be greeted by a rush of people decorating the casita and preparing. I walk in carrying a crate of ingredients and a couple of presents. I walk towards the kitchen.
“Hola Julieta.” I greet her happily.
“Hola (y/n).” She smiles back continuing with her cooking.
“I bought the rest of the ingredients for you.” I places them on the counter
“Gracias.” Julieta nods her head before taking certain ingredients out of the crate.
I compliment her cooking quickly before I see flowers fly past my face, carried by the wind. I hear a crack of thunder then I leave the kitchen. I’m met with a dark room full of wind and a mumbling woman.
“Mi amor! Mi amor!” I walk quickly towards her. Pepa walks around in circles mumbling about ‘it’ not being perfect. “Pepa! It will be fine.” I place my hands on Pepa’s shoulders and rub them comforting her, smiling. “Mi reina.” I pause as the woman looks at me, slightly panicked. “It will all be fine, but the flowers, mi amor, the flowers are blowing away.” I chuckle and she looks around at the floor now adorned in flowers. She laughs awkwardly.
“Did someone say flowers?” Isabella’s voice draws everyone’s attention away as she descends on a platform of flowers. She hands Pepa a bouquet of flowers she made out of nowhere and I smile at her gratefully. 
“Thank you.” The redhead replies to the gift.
“Oh, it’s nothing!” She insists and as she leaves I lead Pepa away from the stressful situation. 
I lead her into our room and I sit her down in the chair with a cloud still above her head. Making her tea I try to distract her by talking about trivial things (not the weather) and I place Isa’s flowers in a vase as the water boils.
“Here mi vida.” I smile gently at her as I pass her the tea cup.
“Thank you mi cariño.” She takes the cup and I sit opposite of her. Sipping on the tea, her cloud slowly disappears. I never really encourage the ‘clear skies’ saying Pepa does, I think it’s unhealthy to suppress your emotions all the time. Even if it means I’ll end up soaked by a hurricane I always prefer that than the other options. She doesn’t have a cloud but she doesn’t have a recurring drip above her (like a tap) which I’ve learnt means she’s anxious.
“Pepa, the ceremony will go fine.” I reach for and hold her hand. “Antonio will get a gift and he’ll move into his new room and it’ll all be fine.” I smile at her reassuringly and she sighs.
“I know, I know, but what if it doesn’t.”
“It will be just fine. Dolores got her gift, Camillo got his, now it’s Antonio’s and it’ll be fine.” She says nothing but the drip above her head gets less regular. 
It’s silent between us for a while as she drinks her tea.
“Mi vida, why don’t you go find Antonio before the ceremony and I’ll make sure everything’s in line and ready?” 
“Okay, gracias mi amor.” I smile at her and stand up still holding her hand. She stands up after me and I take the cup placing it on the counter. She strides out of the door ahead of me and I chuckle. Pepa is still Pepa, that’s good.
I amble down the stairs watching as Luisa carries pianos and barrels around, as Isa creates beautiful flower statues, as Camillo…As Camillo shapeshifts into Dolores to take food from the kitchen! I march towards the kitchen as he struggles getting the lid off of a jar. I stand behind him and he seems to have not heard me. I clear my throat and he turns around slowly.
“Ah, Mama.” He smiles at me still pretending to be Dolores.
“Camillo.” I reprimand him, raising my voice slightly. “Stop shapeshifting into your sister so you can sneak extra food!” I place my hands on my hips and he shapeshifts back into himself. He laughs nervously tilting his head smiling. He places the jar back down in the kitchen and backs out around me. I sigh before turning around. 
I quickly check my watch and it’s only a few minutes until seven. Everyone from town is flooding in. Children with sparklers, adults talking with others about the possible gift. 
Excitement gets the better of me as I see my wife and children waiting for Antonio by the stairs. I run across to them as Mirabel leads him down the stairs. My arm resides on the small of Pepa’s back and the shoulders of both Dolores and Camillo. Antonio wears a little white suit my mama made for him as he walks towards us nervously. 
Everyone separates walking towards him as Mirabel waits by the stairs.
“Look at you!” Pepa says crouching down to his level. “All grown up.” A small cloud starts drizzling above her head. I try to waft it away so as not to dampen Antonio’s new suit. 
“Pepa amor, you’re going to get him all wet.” I gently pull her back from him as Camillo shape shifts into me. I chuckle as he imitates me and tries to imitate my voice.
“I don’t sound like that!” I point out and walk towards them. 
“Abuela says it’s time.” Dolores interjects.
I crouch down in front of him and hug him quickly. 
“You’re gonna do fine, I’m proud of you no matter what happens.” I whisper to him as he hugs me back. I step back smiling.
“We’ll be waiting at your door. Me and mama, okay?” She says quietly.
“Okay, vamos, vamos. Abuela will be waiting!” I hurry everyone along. Camillo and Dolores walk ahead through the curtains and Pepa and I follow.
We leave Antonio with Mirabel and Pepa and I ascend the staircase towards the glowing door. I wrap my arm around her as we wait for Abuela. 
Finally it’s time to start and Abuela’s holding the candle walking down the staircase. She makes a speech about the miracle candle. Pepa pulls me closer as the rest of the Madrigal family stay huddled at the bottom of the stairs. 
Once she’s done the curtains at the entrance open to reveal our boy, he looks nervous and doesn’t walk forwards. Even when prompted by casita to walk he just looks to the side. The lights are pointed at him but all he does is reach his hand out to the side. Abuela stands ahead of us at the tip of the stairs smiling down at the crowd. He whispers something and then unexpectedly Mirabel walks from the side making me smile. They’ve always had a close bond. 
They hold hands and Pepa’s nerves are doubled. I can tell by how hard she’s gripping my hand behind my back. Everyone looks surprised as they start walking together. 
I can only imagine how hard this is for Mirabel.  
They walk up the stairs together and Pepa’s grip on my hand loosens a little as they approach Abuela but then as he reaches for the candle she grabs my hand even tighter than before. Abuela says things to him but I’m more focused on Antonio's reaction. He lets go of the candle and walks towards the door, it glows with magic like the others did at their ceremonies.
He reaches for the door knob and the building is tense with nerves and anticipation. He holds the knob and his door is illuminated with more magic than before. I let out a sigh of relief as I recognise that it’s properly working. The door doesn’t disappear, it's re-lit with magic.
I turn to Pepa and smile. Suddenly a bird lands on his shoulder and my face contorts with confusion. The bird squawks and Antonio agrees with it. Can he understand the bird? I look to Pepa as if to ask if that’s his gift. She looks back just as confused.
“I understand you.” He says to the bird and I instantly smile, he does! He can understand animals. “Of course they can come!” And speak to them! He laughs and I clap as more animals pour into casita. Pepa leans her head on my shoulder as she sighs. Everything’s going well. 
The crowd starts cheering and clapping. I can see Camillo joining in and Dolores covering her ears.
Antonio tentatively pushes his door open and my wife and I walk in right behind him. He runs forward following the animals. His room is a giant tree, it’s like a jungle! A giant leopard pushes through the crowd past everyone and throws Antonio onto it’s back. I look away towards Pepa worried not wanting to look. She strokes the back of my head reassuring me that it’s his gift and that he’ll be fine. I turn back around and I watch him riding the creature through the trees and across branches. I cheer him on as well as a few others.
He ascends the tree, all sorts of animals following him. Suddenly the animal throws him off and my hand flies to my mouth worrying he’s going to fall. Everyone gasps as he falls onto a low lying hammock. I let out a sigh of relief as he lands and begins riding back to all of us on the leopard. Pepa slides towards him on her knees and I crouch down beside her. I embrace them both as people cheer for him. I pepper his face with kisses. 
“That was so high!” I remark slightly shocked holding his face. 
Me and Pepa step back as Abuela rushes towards him hugging him. Pepa turns to me smiling and I give her a peck on the lips and pull her towards me.
“We need a picture!” She gasps. “Everyone, come! Come!”  
The whole Madrigal family clump together. My arm stays around Pepa’s waist and Dolores joins us behind Antonio. Camillo stays at the front, in front of Luisa. 
“Familia Madrigal!”
I hope you enjoyed reading! If you’d like other Encanto one shots then comment your ideas or any prompts you’d like me to write. 
My favourite characters are Camillo and Pepa! That’s why I’m writing for Pepa in this, what are your favourites? 
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I don't know how to put this delicately and it makes me feel like a huge asshole, but I need to get it off my chest. (Feel free to not respond if you don't want to.)
I've gone through these shitty discourses since 2013, and there is one specific thing that repeats every time- the overwhelming amount of radical feminism SPECIFICALLY within the lesbian community. Time and time again I see cis lesbians specifically attacking the victim of the week, but pointing it out gets you called a lesbophobe. How can the problem be solved if they won't acknowledge the problem within their own community? I'm not one of them, and I can't change their community. It feels like even lesbians who claim to be allies would rather side with other lesbians than with the people they're victimizing.
I hate to feel like I'm blaming a specific group, but I've had... god, 9 years now of conditioning to fear shades of pink.
I really think we need to reframe the way we see this, actually!
It's counterproductive (though very understandable) to note the overwhelming radfem influence in lesbian spaces, the resistance lesbians seem to have to addressing it, the tendency they often have to side with other lesbians over the groups they victimize, and to therefore conclude that it is A Flaw In The Lesbian Community and The Lesbian Community's Fault.
The reason this problem exists in the first place is because radical feminism targets lesbians specifically. Yes, the problem also largely originates within lesbian spaces, but specifically cis, white lesbian spaces- and it does not serve the lesbian community, either.
Lesbians are targeted by radfem rhetoric, convinced it does serve them, and from there persuaded to target others with it. In the process, they make themselves and their community enemies to the rest of the queer community. They hurt the rest of the community, yes, and they also they cut themselves off from their own allies. The more marginalized people within their spaces become even more isolated- cut off from the rest of the community by virtue of their association with the radfem rhetoric, and cut off from the more privileged lesbians that the radfem rhetoric benefits to any degree (if/when it does at all).
The solution here is not to throw your hands up at The Entire Lesbian Community and say, "you need to fix your shit before we can work with you". You're not only continuing to cut them off from their community- you're feeding into the exact fears that drive radical feminism in the first place. The lesbian community is Different, it's Uniquely Targeted, it's The Victim- even of the rest of the queer community. Lesbians Can Only Trust Lesbians.
If we want to see change, we need to be willing to take action- regardless of who's responsible for the mess in the first place. And that means breaking the cycle; addressing the fact that radical feminism hurts lesbians too, showing them we're their allies, and giving that community the unconditional acceptance and support that every part of the queer community deserves.
We can address the problematic behavior of individual lesbians without ascribing it to the entire community- and, in fact, we desperately need to.
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gaygirlgossip · 20 hours ago
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veruschka-baby · 2 days ago
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Mit dir möchte ich lachen 
Mich an kleinen Dingen erfreuen 
Dein Lächeln soll mein Sonnenaufgang sein 
Dein Kuss der Anfang eines neuen Tages 
Voller Licht 
Denn wenn wir uns haben 
Sehen wir die Schatten nicht…
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velvet-chaotic · 2 days ago
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I actually have a theory that the demonization of hyperfeminity in movies like Mean Girls and Clueless, in the 90s and the 2000s is what slowly made us start to link hyperfeminity with queerness.
lately I've been seeing young queer women asking for advice on how to look queer while still maintaining their preferred femme way of presenting, specially on tiktok. and some creators have started to advise them to embrace their femininity completely because "there's something about putting so much effort into a performance that is inherently queer".
and I fully believe that. with the rise of "bimbos" on tiktok, the embrace of flamboyant styles of makeup and the comeback of cutesy pink styles, more and more I personally have started linking this manner of presentation as queer, and I'm certain that other gen z, even younger millenials, have started to make this connection too.
now where is the connection with chick flicks? well. there are a few.
the focus of the storyline of this type of movies are always on feminine rivalry. Mean Girls' plot is not Cadie getting the guy, the main conflict surrounds her relationship with Regina, which creates this tense almost homoerotic feel to the movie.
Characters like Regina George, Cher and the Heathers even, are all hyperfeminine mean spirited people who seem to have an inherent disdain for everyone, men included.
the main villainesses are never presented pursuing a relationship with a popular guy because they like them, but to benefit their reputation or to provoke someone, usually the main character, who is a woman.
and people have known this for a long time. we've all seen the reimagining of these characters as lesbians, especially in fandom spaces, and many modern femme lesbians have embraced them as icons, jokingly or not.
there's also, of course, the unfortunate stereotype of "the mean lesbian" who fits this genre of characters very well. but as a men hater femme mean lesbian, who was in love with rude women as a kid, I can't say there's not at least a grain of reality to it.
and it's easy to connect the demonization of hyperfeminity to the demonization and fetishization of lesbians in film. these women are framed as evil, futile and unlikable, yes, but they're also framed as desirable. they're young, attractive, the dream of all the school boys. and once you realize that, it's not a big jump to make.
a thing all of these characters have in common is that A) they're girly girls who love pink, makeup and fashion B) they rarely if ever genuinely enjoy the company of men and C) their main relationships are always with women, be it their group of friends or their rival main character.
and THAT'S how you make people start to connect feminity with queer women, more specifically with femme lesbians
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sapphicspacesblog · 5 hours ago
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yurimother · 3 days ago
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Second 'Bloom Into You Anthology' Manga Now In English
On Tuesday, Seven Seas Entertainment released the second of two Bloom Into You manga anthology volumes digitally and in print. The anthology features short manga chapters by a variety of prominate Yuri artists, all featuring the characters from Nakatani Nio's celebrated Yuri series Bloom Into You.
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Unlike the first anthology, the second was released in Japan in 2020 after the original manga concluded. The English publication is notable, as Yuri spin-off anthologies are rarely licensed, even for other popular series like Adachi and Shimamura and Citrus.
The publisher describes the anthology:
The second anthology is here and with it, more tales of burgeoning love penned by talented creators with a passion for Bloom Into You! Reunite with all of your favorite characters in this beautiful collection, which includes a brand new story by the original creator, Nakatani Nio, written exclusively for this anthology. Fans of the original series won’t want to miss this!
The manga includes 13 stories, including one by Nakatani Nio herself. Other contributors in order of appearance in the manga are:
Yutaka Hiiragi
Kumo Suzume
Suzu Yuuki
Moke Yuzuhara
Arima
Fuka Sunohara
Yodokawa
Canno
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Sometime
Musshu
Ueshita
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Bloom Into You is a Yuri drama manga following high school student Yuu Koito. Yuu feels unable to fall in love and thinks she finally has met a kindred spirit in school idol and a favorite for student council president Touko Nanami. But to her surprise, soon after meeting, Touko suddenly confesses her feelings for Yuu.
The manga was serialized in Dengeki Daioh from 2015 to 2019. A TV anime adaptation directed by Makoto Kato at Trocya aired in 2018. The series is incredibly popular and spawned numerous spin-offs and adaptations includes a light novel trilogy by Hitoma Iruma (Adachi and Shimamura) and a webtoon-style verticle comic, which is currently serialized on BookWalker.
You can check out Bloom Into You Anthology Vol. 2 today digitally and in paperback: https://amzn.to/3nAK3BT
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The last of the wedding photos. Hope you like them. This shoot was so fun, I felt stunning. <3 Photos: D20 Photography  Black Dress Bride: Kalzef
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snorlax891 · 2 days ago
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What really happened when Namaari found Raya’s hair ring in Tail. 
Namaari: *holding the ring* Hmmm. *sniffs it* Smells like lesbian.  Atitaya: *muttering* Gee I wonder why... Namaari: *lewdly tonguing it all over* Mmmm. Tastes like lesbian! Raya’s definitely been here! Atitaya and the Soldiers: ...
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amerrierworld · 19 hours ago
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Don’t wanna hold back
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request for the darling @thisisanexistentialcrisis​: modern au Carol Therese nsfw "there was only one bed" trope! how are there no fics of this yet? And it works bc it's modern au and not 1950s. Like they're traveling together and the hotel only has singles available and then inevitable SMUT. It's perfect! I'm so excited ok bye
Summary: is basically the request up there ^ that’s all you need to know ;)
Characters: Carol x Therese
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Uhhhhh smut! Carol-focused loving this time ;)
The minute she stepped out onto the sidewalk, a dangerously cold wind whipped her in the face, making her wince. 
“Shit,” Carol hissed under her breath.
“A little chilly,” Therese muttered as she eased out from behind the store’s entrance door with a few shopping bags hanging on her arm. 
“A little? Darling, you make me sound like such a wuss. I’m already feeling my toes fall off.”
“It’s because those shoes aren’t good for the winter weather,” Therese retorted, pointing at Carol’s designer heels.
“Cheeky,” Carol smirked, before pulling out her phone, “come, let’s stand somewhere warmer than this. I’m just checking our schedule.”
“If it’s easier we can find somewhere on the road for lunch instead of eating now. I’m not that hungry anyways,” Therese shrugged.
“I’m afraid that won’t work, dearest. Look,” Carol turned her phone so Therese could see the screen, which had bolded letters on a red background stating IMMEDIATE SNOWSTORM IN YOUR AREA. 
“Oh, no,” Therese sighed. “Right now?”
“You know how quick the weather turns around here,” Carol said, bummed that their plans would be offset by at least a day or two now. “We should go back to the hotel before the snow starts.”
“But we already checked out this morning. I can’t imagine they’ll have room anymore!” Therese was hurrying after Carol, the blonde’s long legs already leading to the parking lot.
Carol opened Therese’s car door for her with a smile, “Nothing a bit of charm won’t fix.”
When arriving at the hotel that they had spent the last two nights in, Carol made sure her curls were windswept but still in place, and her coat was fashionably hanging off her shoulder. They narrowly escaped another bout of cold air and a thick fall of flurries when they got inside.
The lobby was packed, people yelling on the phone about canceled flights, canceled buses, and missing holiday celebrations. By luck, one of the desk attendants was just switching with a colleague from break, and Carol went in for the kill. The man was a stout brown-haired man with thick glasses, who had helped the two women check out just that morning.
“Hi again,” Carol said, her voice thick with weariness, as if she just trudged through meters of snow. Therese kept her face as neutral and stoic as possible, but inside she was giddy with amusement as Carol worked her magic.
“Oh, h-hello again, Mrs. Aird,” he greeted, “what can I do for you?”
“We’d like a room. I realize we checked out this morning, but with the weather changing we would both really enjoy staying another night or two at your lovely hotel.”
“I’m afraid your room from before has already been booked for incoming guests, and it’s rather busy so I can’t guarantee...”
Carol let out a heavy sigh, alerting him with a start, and he rapidly began typing on his monitor.
“... But I’m sure I can find something for you. It... it may be small.”
“That’s alright,” Therese chimed in, seeing how nervous he got under Carol’s piercing stare. She had that effect on everyone, but even more when she wanted to have that effect. Her shoulders were squared and firmly in place but her jaw was relaxed and playful as she waited for him to finish.
“Anything with a bed will work,” she said, before flashing a dazzling smile.
Sure enough, not thirty seconds later there was a key with a room number pressed in Therese’s hands and a staff member bringing their luggage up to their floor.
“I don’t know how you do it,” Therese said timidly as she pushed the keycard into the lock. Carol was just behind her, her voice soft in her ear.
“Do what?”
Therese’s cheeks flushed a bit, not wanting to answer before they were alone. Carol gave a tip to the porter who nodded his thanks and scurried out of the room.
It was at that moment they both realized there was only one bed.
“When he said small, I didn’t realize he meant...” Therese trailed off.
“We’ll be fine, sweetheart. You’ve shared plenty of beds with your girlfriends in the past, haven’t you?”
“Yes but not...” Therese couldn’t finish her sentence as Carol shrugged off her coat and walked into the bathroom, saying something about wanting to freshen up. ...not any girlfriends like that.
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“I much prefer a clean hotel bed than whatever dinky motel we may have gotten stranded at during the storm.”
“We’ve stayed at plenty of motels this past week, you’ve never once complained.”
“That’s because we hadn’t been snowed in. Motels aren’t that fun anymore after you’re there for more than one day, trust me.”
The wind was howling the whole night through. Carol pushed the curtain aside and the sky was thick with snow. Therese could barely see the building lights from across the streets. 
Carol visibly shivered before yanking it shut, walking over to her side of the bed and getting in under the covers. “It’s much too cold to get out of bed.”
In response, Therese diligently tip-toed over to the heating system and turned it up two degrees. When she turned around she saw Carol looking  at her with that knowing gaze.
“I didn’t ask you to do that,” she observed. 
“Well, you were complaining about the cold, weren't you?”
“Yes alright, you got me there.”
Therese wandered over to the TV and dresser, tugging open the drawers in hopes of finding something interesting. All there was, of course, was a remote and a dusty Bible.
“Therese, darling, you’re shivering. Come to bed.”
Come to bed. The words circled through Therese’s brain at a mad pace and she carried the TV remote back to the bed, as if that would give her any purchase before she would surely fall off the face of the earth from the enticing timbre of Carol’s voice.
“Want to watch something?” Therese offered.
“If I see another episode of Say Yes to the Dress here I will throw myself out the window.” Well, that was certainly an answer.
Carol held up the covers for Therese to slide under. They were starting to get warm and cozy, but not quite yet. Therese left her nightstand lamp on as she listened to the wind. Carol pulled out a book. 
“Bloody nightlights, can’t see a thing,” Carol muttered, putting on her reading glasses. Therese chuckled in contentment, though a shiver still ran through her body. Carol eyed her from above her book.
“You’re still cold.”
I really don’t think this is from the cold anymore, Therese thought to herself. 
Carol held her book to the side and gently beckoned Therese to her side, an open invitation to come closer.
Share body heat, overcome the cold, survive the winter nights together, Therese’s brain was spiralling with all the cliché winter romance tropes, telling herself it never worked out like it did in her books and movies, but somehow her body still moved forward to settle against Carol’s side, warm and inviting.
Almost on instinct, Carol pulled Therese to rest her head right by the crook of  her neck before opening her book again, no words exchanged between the two of them.
Therese continued to squirm uncomfortably, willing her body to at least try to relax in this moment, but Carol’s hand that was running through her hair was now cupping the back of her neck and stroking her thumb along the tense muscles.
Stealing a glance up at the blonde, she seemed entirely focused on her book, but the light pitter-patter of her heartbeat under Therese’s ear suggested otherwise. 
“Is it good?” Therese asked after a few silent moments. Carol’s hand stilled.
“Hm? Oh, sure. I had this book sitting in my bookcase for ages. I’m finally reading it.”
“What’s it about?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure yet. It seems quite boring.”
Therese giggled, “Then why would you read it?”
Carol didn’t answer. Therese dared to look up at her again and saw her eyes flickering back and forth across the page, too quickly to prove that she was actually reading the words.  
Her neck was stiff, and she swallowed  heavily. Therese caught the sight of  tensing muscles and how they seemed to jump under her skin. Without thinking, she leaned closer and softly pressed a kiss there.
The hand on the back of her neck tightened, and a slow exhale escaped Carol’s lungs. Therese tried to pull away and apologize as regret flooded her thoughts, but couldn’t. Suddenly it wasn’t so cold anymore.
“Carol...” Therese whispered, wondering if the woman had gone into cardiac arrest from the sudden touch. But a low groan slipped past the blonde’s lips and her pulse jumped underneath Therese’s lips at the sound of her name.
“Dearest,” her voice was thick with restraint. “If I were you I’d be very careful about your next decision.”
Her other hand holding up her book had become as stiff as a board, white-knuckled. Therese noticed the other on her neck was trembling and barely brushing the little hairs on back of her neck hairs that were now standing up.
There was no suitable word to describe what drove Therese to her next decision. Maybe the cold made her bolder. Maybe the romantic winter air during the holiday season made her do things that the old summer Therese wouldn’t.
She pressed her lips firmly to the pulse point, and one hand snaked across Carol’s waist before wrapping around and brushing her chilled fingertips underneath her sleeping blouse, touching the soft skin of her back.
A sharp gasp escaped Carol at the feeling of Therese’s nimble fingers. The book fell out of her hand down onto the floor and dug into Therese’s scalp, pulling at the tresses in surprise.
Slowly, Therese pushed herself up and over Carol’s trembling form, straddling her waist and brushing her hands over the soft expanse of her abdomen.
“Therese...” Carol began, fingers gripping Therese’s hips in awe. She could barely breathe as two wide, green, doe-like eyes looked down at her, hair falling into her face.
“Am I doing it right?”
Carol blinked for a moment, before chuckling softly, “Yes, dear. Entirely yes.”
Therese leaned down and kissed her jaw, frightened to kiss her mouth despite the fact that her hands were now brushing the underside of Carol’s breasts. Instead, Carol took the lead, turning her head and capturing Therese’s lips with a soft moan. 
Therese’s fingers were teasing, unsure, touching but not commanding. Carol took her hands off of the brunette and undid her buttons herself, letting the top  fall open for Therese to peel back. As Therese marvelled at Carol underneath her, the blonde undid Therese’s top as well, seeing creamy white skin shining beautifully with a thin layer of sweat. Her mouth watered, but couldn’t do anything before Therese pounced again.
Soft lips reconnected with Carol’s skin, this time at the swell of her breasts just as the top fell to the sides. Carol’s back arched as a warm, wet mouth brushed down over her nipple and back up again.
“Therese,” she tried again. “Darling, are you sure?”
A meek nod against her chest wasn’t enough, so she forced Therese’s face up to look her in the eyes, and asked again, “Are you sure?”
Therese nodded, muttering a yes so quick that Carol almost missed it, before lips wrapped around her nipple and sucked.
Carol let out a choked cry this time, hips bucking. Her sweet road-trip partner, who could barely look at women’s lingerie and undergarments at the store was now worrying her teeth around her nipple until pleasure bloomed in her belly. 
“Oh, please, Therese,” Carol whispered. “I need more.”
A hand brushed over the front of her pants, edging to the place between her legs, “Here?”
“Yes! Yes, dear girl, just there. Please.”
Therese was startled to hear Carol beginning to beg. The way she writhed was intoxicating enough, but her voice reduced to a raggedy whimper was a whole aphrodisiac on its own. 
She slowly, experimentally, pushed her fingers past the waistband, feeling how aroused Carol already was. She felt soft curls before meeting hot, wet skin, and Carol bit down on her hand at the feeling.
“You don’t have to be so gentle,” Carol murmured from behind her knuckles.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Therese replied, curving her fingers up so they brushed against the hood of Carol’s clit, which was throbbing under her touch.
“Oh, darling, you won’t,” Carol whined. “I’ve given birth to a child, if I can handle that, I can handle you.”
“Is that so?” Therese’s mind sparked with an idea. Her hand stopped, fingers cupping and pressing against Carol’s opening, with her palm flat against her clit.
“Therese?” Carol opened her eyes, looking up at the brunette, unnerved by how much she was trembling, and how much Therese was not.
“Beg,” Therese timidly requested, almost as if she didn’t know how to be in control.
“Oh, Therese,” Carol gasped, deliriously drawing out the z in her name.
“Beg,” she spoke again, pressing her palm a little deeper.
“Ah- please, dearest. Please keep going.”
Therese slowly pushed her hand around in circles against the skin. 
“Yes, oh, darling. That feels wonderful. Don’t stop. It-- God, you’re doing so well.”
Drunk on Carol’s response, Therese prodded with two fingertips, meeting no resistance and sliding in without effort. The blonde hissed at the intrusion, breathing heavily as her senses noticed nothing but Therese’s tender fingers inside of her.
Therese began by moving them in and out, not knowing what else to do, or what Carol wanted. Noticing her slackening pace and focus, Carol tapped Therese’s lips with two fingers, which she obediently opened.
“Don’t just move them,” Carol whispered, eyes blown and bright in the dim light. She slid two fingers into Therese’s mouth, before turning and curling them up to press against the roof of her mouth. “Like this.”
Now it was Therese’s turn to moan, but she did as was asked, curling her fingers, finding the front walls with the pads of her fingertips and pushing and pulling against the texture there.
“Oh, fuck!” Carol’s hand fell out of Therese’s mouth, collapsing by her side as her eyes rolled back. 
Therese grinned, slightly pleased with herself, continuing with a quickening pace. Carol’s hips moved in tandem with Therese’s hand, one hand grabbing at the sheets, the other at Therese’s arm that was supporting her upright.
The pace wasn’t enough to bring her to orgasm, and Carol desperately pushed her hand down to rub at her clit, needing the extra touch to be able to come. Therese may not have had a lot of sex in her life, but she knew what that meant, and she pulled Carol’s hand out, halting her motions. Carol’s shriek of disdain at the loss of contact made Therese huff with laughter.
Therese removed Carol’s undergarments entirely. She also took her own top off, but just before Carol could hum in pleasure at the sight of her nudity anymore than she already was, she wormed her way down to settle her head between her legs, and gave a soft lick against the wet skin, tasting the flavour that was already coating her fingers. 
Carol’s legs locked and her head tossed back and forth on the pillow. She wanted so much to flip Therese over and ride her pretty mouth, but she wanted to let her young lover play, for now.
Therese returned her fingers to her now favourite spot for them, curling and rubbing inside Carol in a way that made her shake. Then her lips wrapped around her pink clit that seemed to just be begging for attention. 
Carol grabbed the pillow behind her head and pushed her face in it so she could let out a louder gasp than before. Therese tried licking faster, the way she saw Carol touching herself, but the blonde grabbed her head.
“No no no no, darling, no. Just-- just suck. With your lips. That’s it, just like that... oh, fuck.”
Therese hollowed out her cheeks, sucking repeatedly at the little bud with her fingers matching the pace. Her wrist was starting to get sore, but Carol looked so beautiful on the bed with her legs spread like this that she couldn’t stop until she came. 
It didn’t take much longer. Carol clenched purposefully around Therese’s fingers and focused as much on the feeling in her clit and inside that she only needed one glance down at those green eyes before things seemed to explode from within. 
Therese was fascinated by Carol’s form shaking and jerking, and ended up pulling away too soon. Carol, gasping at the sudden loss, put her fingers back into place and rubbed her clit until she had gone through her whole orgasm, which lasted longer than Therese had expected.
Mesmerized, her fingers were still inside her by the time Carol had relaxed. The blonde chuckled and gently pulled them out before cleaning off the juices with her mouth.
Everything was warm and sticky and wonderful and the whole room seemed to exist in a daze of sex and satisfaction. Carol got Therese out of her pants and hugged her close, kissing her ferociously. 
“You’re quite a minx, aren’t you?” Carol said once she had caught her breath again. Therese’s mouth had been wet with her orgasm and deliciously warm, and she almost couldn’t make herself stop. The cold air around them had dissipated now that the heating was turned up again, and suddenly Carol felt like she was in a sauna.
So Therese, once again, got up to turn the heating down, and hurried back into bed before the cold caught up with her. Carol was spread over the sheets like a goddess of some sorts, sated, eyes now heavy with sleep.
“If I weren’t so exhausted from the cold today, I’d say let’s go for round two,” Carol muttered. Therese laughed, still electrified from her ability to make Carol come. She didn’t think she had it in her to relax enough for Carol to touch her now.
Carol wrapped her up in a hug, pulling the blankets up over the two of them and languidly kissing Therese as they laid side by side. Her hands ran over Therese’s waist and back, slightly tickling her.
“Tomorrow night, all this is mine,” she whispered. Therese beamed up at her, snuggling closer.
“It already is.”
A/N: “It was at that moment they both realized there was only one bed.” *me grinning mischievously*
also THAT GIF LITERALLY KILLS ME EVERY TIME (reblog if u agree :3)
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preciousporcupine · a day ago
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Bruh I keep seeing that gif of Kara staring at Lena when they first met like she is the most exquisite being she has ever come across and I just... Like can we talk about how Kara just inserted herself into Lena's life and practically forced her to be her friend?? And then being so intrigued by her, inserted her alter ego into Lena's life so she could be around her more often and rescue her all the time? N like Kara wanted her to be her best friend so bad and supergirl wanted Lena to like her so bad? Yea that always has platonic motives 🙄 I mean I get it, Lena could make a rock blush.
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disaster-theysbian · a day ago
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My girl doesn't do those three words.
Her reasons are her own.
But she sends me songs and memes that remind her of me.
She bought me a useful thing that I'd mentioned I kept forgetting to buy, for my birthday.
She spent days handmaking me my favourite cartoon character and gave it to me for Christmas.
She asks me if I've had enough to eat and drink.
She makes sure I'm warm enough.
Even when she's giving me affectionate strokes, she'll ask before touching my bare skin, no matter how many times we've tumbled into the bedroom before.
If she's even the slightest bit sarcastic she's made sure to tell me she was only joking however obvious it was, just in case she hurt my feelings.
If we make boundaries, she doesn't break them.
She doesn't push them.
She doesn't even approach them except to make sure she's not going near one.
She holds me gently in her gaze and in her arms.
I hear it in her voice, and see it in her eyes.
My girl doesn't do those three words.
But I know.
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