#show the lesbians some love

[hyacinthstars]

my disappointment when i search up a wlw ship on ao3 and the first page is just mlm ships with background wlw.

[smokestarrules]

gotta say I am a huge sucker for how Adventure Time will sometimes just cut to Princess Bubblegum doing something extremely morally dubious like cutting off a tiny person’s limbs with scissors and then sticking those arms and legs onto another tiny person’s limb stumps but then she'll turn around and go like "Good morning, Finn! Are you ready for a sploinking day?" and whatever atrocities she had just been committing will Never be brought up again.

[divorceblogger]

this show rules sorry

[summergoodwife]

not to tell you how to pilot your helicopter but i think the vast majority of you draw John Gaius too conventionally attractive. he's very pointedly just a guy apart from the freaky eyes.

[gingerpines]

can yall stop saying caitlyn came in the cell to f ck with vi like VI INITIATED IT😭 she was finally letting herself be happy, like jinx literally told her to

“it wasnt the time or place” ok so then what is the time or place? their city is at war lmfao they just indulged in this for a very short time (the scene was only 2:28 btw.) and they deserved to, the place isnt as weird as yall make it to be, Amanda said it herself, it was meaningful for Vi to free herself or her trauma related to being locked up both physically and mentally

yall just wanna take ANYTHING away from lesbians i swear😭 they barely got any screentime this season after the writers built up their relationship and arc SO MUCH in season 1 can we just have this one thing…. even just IN the show stop blaming the characters for being horny in a weird place like their lives are MESSY and so is their relationship, they both went through hell especially vi, let them have this.

that being said i still do believe the scene would’ve carried a little more weight even with a few more lines of them talking about it all, or even caitlyn just saying “you didn’t lose me” before rizzing her up lol but it was so powerful how quickly Vi understood that Cait was on her side and supported her choices

[natalievoncatte]

Spoilers for Arcane Season 2. Ending Spoilers.

The tables had turned, and now Vi was the one waiting. She was so tired, so utterly absolutely tired of being the one to helplessly watch. As she waited she flexed her fingers and tugged at her wraps, sometimes rolled her shoulder as if, suddenly, there was something she could do with all her strength. Her knuckles were still sore from punching the wall in Jinx’s cell.

It had all happened so fast. How long had it been? The sun had set, but she’d lost track of time. She wasn’t leaving this room, no matter what.

Part of her had almost run. When she lurched down from the hexgate, limping and dragging one depowered gauntlet with the other, spotting Caitlyn alive had made her heart sing, a bright spot that kept the hollow in her chest from collapsing in on itself and pulling her on with it. She had someone. She had a reason.

Cait saw her, took two steps, and collapsed in a heap, bleeding profusely from her left eye, her uniform soaked in blood from a gash on her flank.

Vi didn’t think she had it in her to run that fast. She’d ignored her own injuries. Nothing mattered but keeping Cait safe. Picking her up and carrying her left Vi herself covered in blood. There was so much, but somehow Cait was still breathing.

She lay in her own bed, chest softly rising and falling. She looked like she was merely asleep, unbothered even though the left side of her face was a mass of bandages and there was a bottle of fluids feeding into her arm.

Vi felt the silent presence in the room and glanced towards the door.

Tobias.

The last thing she remembered him saying in her presence was “what is she still doing here?”

He hadn’t said a word to her, even though she stood by for hours while he and the other doctors had worked on Caitlyn. Barely even looked at her. He wasn’t even the one who handed her a cloth mask to wear over her face and he said nothing to her of Cait’s condition or her prognosis.

It was the same when he came to stand by the bed. An awkward pall fell over the palatial bedroom and Vi couldn’t look at him. The man has already lost his wife and his daughter lay maimed in her bed and might not wake up. What was there to say?

He shuffled awkwardly and Vi noticed he was carrying something. He put the bundle on the bed.

“Clean yourself up. You’re filthy.”

Vi blinked. She’d discarded the jacket of her uniform, but the blood had soaked through to her undershirt, and she was battered and bloodied herself. She’d almost broken her arm and her right shoulder was screaming. Her clothes were crusted with dirt and other people’s blood.

He was not wrong.

“I brought you these, they’re mine. I don’t think anything of Caitlyn’s will fit you.”

Vi muttered a soft, confused “thank you” and took the bundle of clothes, briefly wondering where she should go, before she remembered that Cait had her own bathroom.

As Vi walked inside, she felt a cold rush on her skin. She still couldn’t comprehend that she was allowed here, among all this marble and brass. Cait’s bathroom was big enough to live in. The shower alone was as big as the hovel she’d been living in between bouts and binges.

As she began to undress she realized how tired she was. Every movement was stiff. As she peeled herself out of the uniform she unwrapped bruise after bruise, bloodstain after bloodstain, a road map of agony from head to toe.

The water was a revelation, almost unbearably hot. Old blood and grime sluiced between her toes as the water scorched her back and soaked her hair, the remaining dye sluicing in dark tendrils down her skin.

I don’t deserve this, she thought. I failed everyone. Vander is gone. Jinx is gone. I thought I could be free if I could let Jinx go, but am I free or just empty.

It should have been her.

Even Caitlyn’s towels were luxurious. She’d never felt anything so soft in her life. The heat had loosened her up a little but she still felt creaky and her joints ached. She picked up the shirt Tobias had brought her; she thought it was meant to sleep in. The fabric was even softer, and it felt alien on her skin. It hung too low thanks to Tobias’ height, but it was big enough for her save where her arms and shoulders strained the fabric.

Once she was dressed, Vi returned to the bedroom. She hoped desperately to step out and see Cait sitting up and talking but she was still just lying there, steady but shallow breaths and all, Tobias seated on the edge of the bed and fussing over her.

Vi took the same chair and sighed softly, feeling not much better, just cleaner.

“Let me look at you.”

His voice startled her so much that she simply meekly complied and let him examine the florid bruises on her hand where her knuckles had crashed into the cell wall, even when he gently cupped her chin and turned her head this way and that, staring individually into each eye.

“I know you must hate me.”

His hand fell away. He would no longer look at her. He stood up and turned around, peering through a gap in the curtains.

“I did at first. At first I was so angry. Her whole life, Caitlyn has been obsessed with these notions of justice and progress, with making the Enforcers honorable and just and helping the Undercity, making amends and rebuilding. She’s always had such a kind heart. Then this happened. The Undercity killed my wife, and to me you were the Undercity. Not to mention that every single time you bring her home she’s hurt, and worse than the last time.”

A cold ball clenched in Vi’s gut. He was right. How many more times could this happen before Vi was bringing him back a body and not his daughter?

She was the jinx, wasn’t she?

Tobias’ shoulders hitched and Vi realized he was crying softly.

“I lost one of the two people I live for in an instant… and then began watching the other slip away, piece by piece. Caitlyn became harsh and cold while you were gone. She barely spoke to me, instead spending all her time with that Noxian bitch and her pet whispering poison into her ear. I thought I’d lost her.”

He turned. “Then she brought you in her half dead and begged me to save you and she was just my little girl again, just for a moment.”

Vi’s head snapped up and their gazes briefly met before he broke away.

“Is she going to be okay?” Vi asked softly.

“Okay?” said Tobias. “Okay? I had to remove her eye, Violet. She’s lucky the dagger didn’t pierce her gut or she’d die of sepsis. Now you ask me if-“

He froze, giving Vi a shocked look before his face fell.

“I don’t know what things will ever be between the two of us, but we have her in common, I can see that. Yes, I think she will. My daughter is stronger than you think.”

“I know.”

He turned to leave, saying over his shoulder, “I’ll return in an hour to look in on her. I know what you’re thinking. It’s safe.”

After he left, Vi had to ponder what he meant by that, then it struck her.

Carefully, Vi climbed on the bed, settling beside Cait, nervously settling her weight into the impossibly soft mattress. The bed was so enormous that she had plenty of room.

All she wanted was for Cait to wake up, to hold her again. She had to settle for reaching across the bed and curling her aching fingers around Cait’s limp hand.

She was so tired. Fatigue pressed down on her like a weight and sank her into the bed. Before long, her eyelids grew heavy and she began drifting off despite wrestling to stay awake.

She woke in full dark, the lights doused. Someone had thrown a blanket on her and the bottle of drugs hanging beside Caitlyn had been replaced. Vi sighed, starting to pull her hand free of Cait’s.

She found she couldn’t. Cait’s grip was alarmingly strong weak but her fingers had curled around Vi’s palm and held fast. Her good eye was open, glittering brilliant blue in the dark.

“Violet?” Cait murmured, her voice small and parched.

“That’s my name,” said Vi. Her voice was thick and she choked up a little. “I’m here, Caitlyn.”

“Good,” Cait sighed. “If you’d died I’d kill you.”

Vi snorted.

“I didn’t say this before. I was afraid of what might happen if I did,” Cait rasped. “I love you.”

She squeezed Vi’s palm, not very hard but enough.

“You’re in love with an angry oil slick?”

“My angry oil slick.”

They were quiet for a moment. Cait turned and looked at the ceiling.

“I would understand if… if you feel differently after everything I did to you. I’m sorry, Vi. I’m sorry I hit you, I’m sorry I did those awful things.”

“Cait.”

“I was so angry, I couldn’t-“

“Cait,” Vi insisted. “I love you, too.”

Cait closes her eyes -eye- and smiled softly.

“So you’re in love with an unhinged mongoose?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

Cait laced her fingers through Vi’s and squeezed, hard.

“No. I am not letting go.”

[dykitup]

being butch and growing up with the perception that Being Butch makes you fundamentally less lovable than being “normal” is soooo weeeeird. i log onto tumblr.com and there’s so much butch love? from femmes nonetheless? community is so important it genuinely makes me a little bit emotional

[howfrightening]

the peace that i feel knowing that every voice that hates on hmoney doesn’t matter, and that the majority of audiences like it and want it back and so do the inventors of the ship- the actors themselves🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ never underestimate the love a gay has for that one token “straight” couple.

the way that the hetty and trevor relationship compliments each of their character journeys so well without over taking their main plots and lets them be awful and human, but then also grow is so good. i need to yap more about them honestly.

[rulesofdisorder]

a little confused as to why people are still confused by the agatha all along ending

like “why did Death want Nicky??!!” bro it’s not that she wanted him. it’s literally her job to escort souls to the afterlife, it’s not her job to do the actual killing. she didn’t “chose” him, he was destined to die and she DIDNT want him. she gave him and Agatha 6 years together until she had to take him.

“why did Rio just walk away from Agatha at the end and bury her instead of physically taking her?” because earlier in the episode she promised to walk away and leave her alone when Agatha died.

“why is Agatha still avoiding Death and Nicky?” because she still doesn’t feel like she can face him yet!! Nicky’s last act was stopping Agatha from killing more witches and the moment he died she used the song that they created for fun to lure other witches to their deaths for hundreds of years. Agatha has grown as a character throughout the show but she hasn’t yet grown enough to realize that perhaps killing hundreds of people for power was Not The Right Thing To Do considering she tried to kill the coven the literal day before. she doesn’t feel that she has atoned (or is even willing to atone) for what she’s done to be able to look him in the eye when she dies for good.

“we still don’t know why Agatha killed her coven!” for power. the same reason she killed all of the other covens who were searching for the road.

these were not hidden messages guys. it was very clear.

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Whenever I think the Agatha fandom couldn’t possibly get any weirder, I just log onto twitter and see the actually insane things people will tweet out of their own free will.

What do you mean you took a picture of a stranger’s ass and posted it online without their consent?

What do you mean you publicly make super weird and parasocial and honestly really gross remarks about Kathryn and other cast members just to get likes and attention?

What do you mean you stalk the cast online because you have no shame or sense of boundaries?

The obsession with AI in fics and fanart, being super weird to Joe Locke, turning a blind eye to a cast member’s Zionism as well as her being a Depp apologist because you think she’s attractive, overall acting like a Salem Seven hive mind type of group. Just weird fucking behavior.

[valerielovebug]

✧Doves and Serpents✧

Larissa X Fem!reader

I have the song "Be My Baby" by the Ronettes stuck in my head, I have to try and sneak it in. (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) !NOT PROOF READ!

Word count: 2.4k

☁️ Warnings: One pitiful reader... Mention of death, No more I think?

Medusa had spent centuries in her stone gardens, vines crawling up the statues of children, men and women, young and old. It was lonely, far more than you could imagine; no friends, no family, only the cold breeze and the lifeless eyes of stone.

Saddened souls pushed into the ocean's waters with crashed ships that were manipulated by waves. The cycle never ended, until one day it did.

✧

Nevermore. The school for outcasts, crazies, freaks.

You ran up the stone stairs of the school, holding on to documents and papers for dear life; stumbling over your feet as you pushed up the papers with your leg, fixing your hold on them as you lifted the now-freed hand to the old, wood door, knocking on it a few times.

You stood there awkwardly, waiting for a response before the doors opened, revealing a tall blonde woman with wine red lips and cerulean eyes. "Oh! You must be the new History Professor, yes?" The woman spoke, her voice elegant and charming, smooth like the ripples of water. She was obviously an English woman, honestly, the entire town was American and English in the land of Romania. It was like their own little world in a different setting.

"Yes- Yes, I must be." You muttered, considering you were only starting your first day. Nerve wracking.

The woman only seemed to smile, obviously understanding and familiar with the nerves that seemed to radiate off of you. "My name is Larissa Weems, you can call me Larissa, if you'd like." She hummed, stepping aside, gesturing you into her office.

You slowly stepped in, looking around at everything. The ceiling was nothing but a bunch of mirrors, there was a giant Medusa head with a fireplace in the mouth of it with a vintage chaise in front of it. A cozy combination.

Larissa walked to her desk, "Have a seat, please." She spoke, yet her words fell on deaf ears as you admired the fireplace. "That's Medusa, isn't it?" You muttered, slightly stumbling over your own feet at a failed attempt to take a step back.

"I... Yes, it is... Or, I assume it is. I've always considered it to be." She spoke, squinting her eyes and tilting her head as she watched you in bewilderment. "Please, Professor, I insist that you take a seat." She repeated, her tone was soft but it was painfully clear to see that she was growing impatient.

You caught yourself and looked at her, your face flushing in embarrassment. "Oh, yes-! Forgive me, I apologize!" You stammered, quickly taking a seat in the chair that was opposite of her desk, picking at your nails nervously.

You held your papers in your lap, your fingers stumbling as you tried to fix their order. "It's quite alright, professor." She sighed, tapping her pen. "Since it's your first day, I'm going to monitor and help you along the way, is that alright?" Larissa hummed, tilting her head with a sweet, charming smile.

You hesitated, the weight of teaching a class with new students in a new land, along with the pressure of the principal watching you stumble over words? "Yeah, sounds good!"

✧

It was not good. You dropped a few papers here and there, making the students giggle as you stumbled over your words all at once. You almost even tripped over your own desk... You looked pitiful, but over all, the students understood what you were explaining and teaching. A few raised hands quickly fell when you finished your sentence, making look feel proud in being able to answer their questions without them having to ask it.

One of the students questions made your brain short circuit. "How does electricity know where to go in the wires?" The question was, making you take a breath in disbelief. "This... This is History class...?" You muttered, pointing to the board that had small drawings and sentences about the Italian catacombs.

Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes slightly squinted. Your mouth fell open just a bit, "I... That's science... You'll have to ask Mr. Hummer..." You spoke gently, taking a small sip of your still-hot honey and milk tea.

The bell suddenly rang as you were mid-sentence about how the Catacombs in Italy were used, making you sigh and nod, yelling out, "I'll see you tomorrow, then!"

You grabbed your binder, tucking a few art pieces into the pocket of the folder, along with some actual history papers on the other side before closing it. Your hands reached for a book that was on your desk, touching only cold wood. You looked up, meeting Larissa's concentrated face as she flipped through the pages with her fingers.

"Weems!" You squeaked, watching her go through your personal history book, full of your writing and self-drawn illustrations. A lot of it was random, from the Italy Catacombs, to the Holocaust, to the guillotines from France.

She turned to a page in the guillotine section, "Was Anne Boleyn's mouth really moving after decapitation?" She questioned, looking up from the book and to your pretty eyes. A faint smile graced your lips, "Well, it's a story that's exciting to think about... But it seems highly illogical that it actually happened." You replied, not wanting to seem desperate for the book back in your hands.

"After decapitation, the head is still conscious for maybe 25 to 30 seconds. Though, you have very important muscles in your neck that are needed to be able to move your mouth. So, using that logic, her mouth was most-likely not moving since her neck was severed." You rambled, obviously fascinated by the idea, but not able to deny the facts.

It would be nice to be able to believe impossible things, but even so, you had always liked to be logical about things. "It's an amazing story, fun to believe and think about... But science has to ruin things for you." You hummed, slowly extending a hand, silently asking for the book back.

She gave a small huff but reluctantly placed the book back into your hands, her fingers lingering on the brown leather. “I hope someday you’ll lend it to me, your illustrations are beautifully drawn.” She spoke with a kind smile, clasping her hands together in front of her as she looked down at you. There was a little shimmer in her eye, one that was filled with curiosity and intrigue, which made you slightly flustered.

“Oh, it’s just common information… I can give you the sections and they’re easy to find on Google?” Lie. The information was on google, but it wasn’t easy to find. You had gone down rabbit hole after rabbit hole, taking information from every website you came across and then matched up what made sense. Only when everything matched up in perfect understanding did you write it down. A history buff at its finest, you supposed.

A disappointed frown snuck onto Larissa’s face, making you slightly wince at the fact you had upset her. You looked around awkwardly, obviously not easy to convince, no matter how badly you wanted to give in. History was important to know, and fun to teach and explain, but by the Gods- you were attached to that book. It wasn’t even finished and yet it had taken you about a year to get as far as you were, spending maybe a month on each subject before writing down what you knew, along with drawing the illustrations.

“I uhm… It’s a very important book to me… I’d have to be sitting right beside you in order for you to look at it.” You spoke shyly, not wanting to upset her any further. She only hummed, biting the inside of her cheek as she looked at you, making you feel incredibly small, which was not on your first-day bingo list. “Is it a finished book?” She questioned, her voice kind despite how you felt.

You hesitated, knowing that it was thick enough to compete with the fifth book in the Harry Potter series, which held 912 pages. “Uhm…” You trailed off, looking at the book. “There's maybe two or three more things I have to write down before I move on to the next journal…” You spoke with a subtle shrug, looking up at her, noticing her eyes soften. 

“I see… Well, when it’s finished, perhaps we could read it together in the library? I find it very intriguing since you were the one who wrote and illustrated it.” Her voice was kind and understanding, but mainly patient. A small smile formed on her vermillion lips, making your heart flutter in pride. 

It was an enticing offer, an offer that honestly made you feel special. The idea of being close to her in order to read the book made your nerves slightly spike, since you didn’t really like people in your personal space. Yet the idea of being noticed for simply writing history articles in a journal did excite you, more than you cared to admit. “Yeah… Sure, that sounds alright… I can estimate that it might take me a few weeks to finish it since there's so much history on the dancing Plague of 1518.” You finally spoke, looking down at the book as you placed it into your bag. 

“The dancing plague?” She questioned, obviously baffled at the idea of dancing being a horrible plague. It made you genuinely smile, the thought of introducing something new to her and being able to teach it to her in a depth that not many would be aware of. (Considering all the time it took to surf the web on a single subject took you weeks and only a day or two to write things down and illustrate.) You nodded your head slightly, “The name speaks for itself. Though, I’d be glad to teach you all about it when we go over my book whenever it’s fully finished?” You hummed, obviously excited to impress your boss with information she never knew existed.

Her smile widened, excited by your offer. “Yes! That sounds exciting! I’m sure you have some other history subjects that I’m unaware of, perhaps you could show me them?” She quipped, her pearly white teeth charming you, the way her eyes slightly squinted and wrinkled the corners of her eyes, it was prideful to say that you were the one to make her smile so big.

You nodded kindly before letting out a hum, “It’d be an honor… Dinner is starting, I think.” You muttered, looking at your watch, still getting used to the schedule, “Also, I haven’t gotten a spare key for my room… would it be alright if I made a copy? I tend to lose things a lot.” You added, looking up at her from your watch, reaching for your bag but horribly missing, making you look down and sigh.

“Yes, I believe it’s chicken and dumplings tonight, a warm welcome into winter, don’t you think?” She spoke pridefully, slightly lifting her chin. It made you smile, seeing how happy she was with her dinner choice. “A warm welcome indeed, perhaps I can suggest Risotto for another dinner? It’s a great Italian dish.” You muttered, picking up your satchel bag, putting it on your shoulder. 

She tilted her head, studying you for a moment. What an odd thing, you suggesting an Italian dish other than pizza, lasagna, or spaghetti? You didn’t even sound Italian, but, then again, no one in their town spoke Romanian or had a Romanian accent. “That sounds lovely… I’ll suggest it to the chef.” She muttered, looking down at her red painted nails. “Would you like to walk down to dinner with me? We can stop by your room so you can lay your stuff down?” She suggested, looking at you curiously. 

A simple smile graced your lips, “No need, I’ll take my stuff with me.” You hummed, grabbing your drink bottle, gesturing towards the door, indicating that you were ready. She nodded and walked out of the classroom, waiting patiently as you closed up your classroom, but not locking it just in case a student forgot anything. You turned to her and walked along with her, making sure to keep the same relaxed pace with her strides. The air was light, yet it was an awkward quiet. “What made you want to become a History professor?” She spoke, breaking the treacherous silence.

It took you a moment to think about your answer, finally opening your mouth to speak. “It was never really a part of the plan, if I’m being honest. My dream was just to be a poet or an author, but my complex dream was to be an astronomer. Which, it’s not going to happen since I'm pretty bad at Math.” You muttered, slightly shrugging, “Yet, the thought of working in this huge gothic highschool was also pretty cool. Not to mention the students are nice and reasonable.” 

Her smile widened at the mention of her students and her school, it was something she prided herself on; rightfully so, too. She looked at your face, admiring the beautiful color of your skin, then your eyes. “You look like a History professor.” She hummed, making you slightly confused, unsure if it was a compliment or not. You turned your head in silence, trying to figure out how you felt about that. “It’s a compliment. It makes you silly smart on topics for listeners.” She spoke, gently bumping your shoulder with her arm. 

A little smile formed on your lips, it wasn’t usual for you to talk a lot, usually you were the listener when others spoke. But, at the same time, you would get really heated when a certain topic was brought up, especially when you argued with people during back-and-forth debate. “I suppose so.” You muttered, glancing over at her with a little sparkle in your eyes.

It was clear that you and the principal would get along well, but only time will tell. Dinner was filled with discussion between you and Larissa while sweet songs played from one of the student’s speakers, “DJ” was her name, or at least her nickname. This time, the song theme was “Vintage” from what the girl called it, making you smile and shake your head as the playlist shuffled through Frank Sinatra, Tim Curry, Elvis Presley, and The Ronettes. The Ronettes were currently playing, “Be my Baby” while some of the students danced around. You looked at Larissa, biting back a grin as she held her bowl to her mouth, drinking the remaining broth from her chicken and dumplings.

It was endearing, and that’s when you decided, this place was your forever home.

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[rhfffas]

i rly wanna see alicent confessing her feelings for rhaenyra & admitting shes wrong and mysaria also comes to see rhaenyra so alicent CLOCKS them then gets jealous lmaoooo

[respectthepetty]

The Loyal Pin - Episode 14

I was going to save this episode for last in my Sunday watching like I normally do, but if I'm going to be mad at Pin, I need to get it out of the way, so let me get this point out of the way as well - - -

WHAT IS PIN EVEN SAYING?!

If she thinks marrying a horrible man is her karma for breaking Anin's heart, you know what actually fix that? NOT MARRYING THAT MAN! Pin gives her reasons: she can't embarrass the family and taint their reputation, but like . . . SHE NEVER HAD TO MAKE THIS DECISION IN THIS FIRST PLACE! Anin doesn't give two fucks about anybody but her, and Pin is thinking about everyone else. She is saying she must now live in hell because she did make this decision, but she isn't the only one in hell because she damned both her and Anin to this sentence. Just because I understand her whys doesn't mean I have to like, and I. Don't. Like. It!

And to make me more upset is Pin being pressed about every girl who has been SUPPORTING Anin even though Anin has been a loyal Blue Beauty to Pin SINCE DAY ONE as if Pin ISN'T GETTING MARRIED IN A WEEK! My babygirl is too beautiful and too perfect to be dealing with this.

And that's why Penelope has no color!

I pray that I see Anin in pink by the end of this story, but right now, I'm proud of her for maintaining her color throughout all of this.

AND HER PETTINESS!

Because, in this house, I respect the petty!

Anin understands the importance of a queer community and my beautiful and perfect babygirl is helping her in her time of need just like Anin has helped her.

Yet Penelope is over there just looking miserable and colorless. Once again, I understand her, but what does she want Anin to do? Help her plan her wedding? Redecorate her bedroom, so her future husband will be comfortable in it?! I WANT ANSWERS, PENELOPE!

Of course this cabrón sucks. We've done been knowing that.

Anin ran IN HEELS to get that man, and if a woman is running in heels, you know that shit is serious. GET HIS ASS, POSH SPICE!

Anan sits at the table with To Sir, With Love's Yang as the best brother to ever exist in a QL because, unlike Anon, he does not trust Kuea because his ass IS NEVER AT WORK, which has been pointed out several times.

And he trusts what my girl Prik is saying about this very important matter because Prik has proven to be elite in getting information! Prik isn't a simple gossip. She is a chismosa and that takes skills.

This motherf*cker.

Not even seeing Pin in her and Anin's colors is making me happy right now. Anin's mom is in red, and the sight of Patricia is pissing me off that I'm seeing more red, so let's get back to murdering Kuea.

And this is what I mean by skills! Prik understands how to treat herself and how to make small talk! She doesn't look suspicious like rich chick Anin. No! She easily got the information and a snack by merely asking where that hot guy was today.

And even though Anin said "Yes, ma'am" slightly irritated when Prik told her to move, Anin better appreciate that without Prik's excellent talent, she wouldn't have known any of this. Prik didn't even have a car! She was just walking around and getting the chisme. The royals could NEVER!

THIS MOTHERF*CKER!

Girl, no! Just like Penelope, I get her reasoning, but this man done lied to you a million times. Your baby deserves better!

PATRICIA! I HATE YOU!

And now I am back where I started. Penelope believes Anin but will stay with Kuea because . . . reasons.

Anin is probably trying to figure out why she loves this pendeja so damn much. Girl, why we love the people we love just doesn't make sense sometimes. This is one of those times.

My Mexican grandmother is coming out in me because all I keep thinking is Penelope better be drinking lots of water if she wants to keep crying all these tears.

Prik telling Penelope that Anin left with Aon, then telling Penelope to smile shouldn't come across as Prik being loyal to Anin, but if I was Prik, I would get my digs in where I could too. I'm not romanticizing being poor, but that big bed in that big house ain't worth it, girl. Anin wanted YOU!

And now this is where my feelings get hurt by the colors, and I start singing Adele.

"WE COULD'VE HAD IT ALL, ROLLING IN THE DEEP!"

"NEVER MIND, I'LL FIND SOMEONE LIKE YOU! I WISH NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR YOU!"

THIS MOTHERFUCKER!

Anan, get up right now and smack your bother. My beautiful and perfect babygirl is right next to him and she will help you. Start a fight, so the wedding gets postponed.

I FUCKING HATE THIS!

Whew! That was an amazing hour of television. Blessed to be alive the same time this is airing.

[multifandumbmeg]

Natsuko has autism. That's it. That's the episode.

[feyburner]

My problem is I love cooking, cooking videos, and looking at hot women, but I straight up can’t stand the entire genre of TikTok/Instagram reel that’s like a visibly queer yet still very conventionally attractive girl making slack-jawed/edgy faces into the camera while she cooks baked gnocchi or whatever. Sorry it’s just not for me. If I can tell without looking that the entire comment section of your video is gonna be horny gen z/millennial cusp internet queers repeating the same 10 jokes and overusing the ✨ emoji I’m not about it. Maybe on paper I should love watching a hot girl silently chop cherry tomatoes without offering any additional information but guess what. I don’t. You didn’t even list the ingredients in the video.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

"Is Amphibia gay like The Owl House?" It is gay, but certainly not like The Owl House.