my loves. i have wine. i have chocolate. i have gone for a walk. i have cleaned my apartment. the candles are lit.

it is time for a gay live tweet of portrait of a lady on fire.

no, i have never seen it. i am a bad queer.

NO SPOILERS. I HAVE AVOIDED THEM. I HAVE SAVED THIS. IT IS A GOOD THING. DON'T YOU DARE RUIN IT FOR ME.

love that the first shots are of hands, the most important lesbian sex organ.

three minutes in and my heart is already bursting at the female gaze: at the art model as teacher, at the camera taking the woman's point of view.

IS THIS WHAT MEN FEEL LIKE ALL THE TIME

mood

wait so you're telling me this is a lesbian romance between an artist and an EX-NUN?!

at first i was worried about a romance being started under false pretenses but lmao the blonde is so smart she's gonna figure this out in no time

i'm sorry she just puts her HANDS under the white cloth without REMOVING IT to play the piano from MEMORY to impress the ex-nun who she is secretly painting, that is SEXUAL

THE EYE FUCKING

okay so my prediction was wrong

the blonde (who has finally been named as heloise!) was surprised but still! love the truth-telling, the commitment to being as above board as possible under the circumstances! feels very gay!

Oh, you're leaving today? TIME TO UNDRESS.

I respect this power move.

"It explains all your looks."

reader, i WAILED, the wail of a femme who has 100% looked at another queer with that trying-to-hide-it-but-obviously-devastated-oh-you-didn't-mean-any-of-this-oops-well-i'll-try-to-fall-out-of-love-with-you-then like OH MY GOD

as anyone who has read a romance novel or a fanfic knows, being unsupervised in a country manner for five entire days is every 18th c. queer couple's DREAM

this entire b story about women's reproductive health in the fucking eighteenth century has me almost in tears

heloise is the top

this very short scene of intimate domesticity among purposeful, caring, richly interesting women made me inexplicably happy