Clara Lille (BadBoy17) Is A Trans Woman, Right?

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Let it never be said I make up fake adventures for text posts that reach 10 notes.

Free will is a miraculous thing

Not in the christian way

But rather “I just remembered that i can take an edible and a bus into a coastal beach town to eat cheetos and watch the sunset”

Billie Piper if you’re out there please know it’s been over a decade and I am still deeply infatuated.

Me at 9 years old, riveted, watching Christine Baranski tie a towel around a young man’s waist in the shape of a diaper while singing Does Your Mother Know:

I just think she’s neat.

Me at 12 years old watching X-Men cartoons unable to break my gaze from Emma Frost’s chest:

I just think she’s cool.

Me at 15 years old, utterly obsessed with Billie Piper’s portrayal of Rose Tyler in hit Science Fiction show, Doctor Who:

No you don’t understand she’s the Actress of Our Time-.

Me at 19, pondering if perhaps there was any signs I was gay that I should have noticed sooner:

…huh.

It is now March 7, 2025

i forgot to post this last year so im scheduling it to post march 15th 2024 (it's march 17th 2023 rn)

Oh wow

I fear I will never emotionally recover from this. Thank you.

I had to get Devil’s minion lesbians out of my system.

So within two days of each other, Fox News writes an article comparing aromanticism and asexuality to pedophilia, and then Matt Walsh releases a video saying asexuality is a mental illness and asexuals are tricking teenagers into having depression.

Not sure what’s going on right now over in Conservative World, but it’s a hell of wild U-turn for them to suddenly switch from “Oh no! The left is sexualizing our children!” to “Oh no! The left is asexualizing our children!”

Doms have praise kinks too.

“do you think you’ll still be writing fanfic when you’re 90?” yes, I do, and I hope AO3 is still here with me when I’m a 90 year old childless fanfic writer who writes slow burn dead dove do not eat dubcon gay sex enemies to lovers. next

I decided to fix this problem by walking 30 minutes in the rain, so I could go sit in a coffee shop

Soaking wet

Leaking misery and Tiger Balm

(I do actually feel better.)

I’m popping pills left and right

(It’s ibuprofen)

(The rain makes my joints ache)

So you’ve met my ex

A character concept that I'm actually surprised I haven't seen more, now that I think about it:

A character with a tragic past who's beautiful in an unthreatening, pitiful sort of way, who goes "wait hold on, people think I'm cute?" and immediately goes drunk with power. Having a whole villain arc getting corrupted by the power of being just so tragic and pathetic that people can't be mad at them. Someone who's been accustomed to always being the one who's blamed and punished no matter whose fault the problem was suddenly discovering that actually they could get away with murder by being so big-eyed and sad.

And once they figure out that they can just Poor Little Meow Meow their way out of anything, they do. Going from being genuinely skittish and timid into pretending to do so merely as an act, manipulating the shit out of everyone and avoiding all suspicion because Look How Sad And Wet And Pathetic I Am, of course they couldn't do any harm to anyone ever.

And if one person finally does see right through that act and puts puzzle pieces together of how there's been just too many suspicious coincidences and accidents that only one person would actually benefit from, they confront the Tragic Little Act directly, one-to-one, to say "I'm fucking onto you and your shit"

And suddenly they completely snap out of their timid, pathetic presentation to give a big, wide, sickening smile like "no-one's ever going to believe you."

I’m a simple person (that is a lie.), I put on a suit jacket, and suddenly I’m possessed by the spirit of Narcissus