I'd Like To See A Comic/story Where The Protag And Antag Stick To The Typical Moral And Immoral Roles,

I want a love triangle but the main character is a trans guy in a fantasy world (or just medieval) and the two interests are the queen and another servant who works for the queen. The queen is convinced he's a lesbian, and he makes the other servant question if he himself is gay or not. Both encounter the main character as both a nice looking woman, and a hot guy but neither of the interests figure it out until the end.

I have now officially used tumblr (and YouTube comment sections) to build up my self confidence. I'm now half way between a cuck and a god, there is no better way to exist than now.

I love the fact that I’m using this cesspool of chaos and showers to build up my self confidence. 

Sometimes I open up Google and get whiplash because I hadn't closed the incognito tab from last night

Guys don't leave your doors open, Its zucchini season.

I hate when people don't believe me when I say I'm good without something.

You don't have to buy me things to win my affection, I'm not trying to be considerate of your finances, I just don't want a drink. It's okay. Sometimes I'm just not hungry and I'm not interested in that last cookie. It's okay that I really like that thing, I just don't want it. I know that eating it right now isn't what will make me feel good.

Why can't friends and family respect that I sometimes don't want things, sometimes I just want a glass of cold water with a straw. And that's good enough for me.

I always knew I needed to keep a clear mind. It was helpful in every sense, but I found it so difficult to achieve, especially when I was conscious of my state of mind. I held my head in my hands, bent over with my elbows digging into my knees. The green park bench didn't help anything either, it was rough, uneven and uncomfortable. The air around me was cold but not harsh on my skin, and gentle winds tousled my hair and swept it to a side. The kindly breeze kept me company, I think it was the only things stopping me from crying.  I inhaled slowly, pushing my hair back with a hand. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the old bench, one of the planks dug into my back but I didn't mind. My head tilted towards the sky, I steadied myself. Slowly, like the forest waking from winter, I opened my eyes. The sky was a light gray, it wasnt unusual to see this sort of cloud cover, even early in spring. Unfortunately, the world told me it wasn't going to rain. I stay stilled for several moments, taking in everything. The smell of late winter, the taste of coffee still resting on my tongue, the sound of the winter rustling the bare limbs of trees. As I breathed, becoming one with my atmosphere, a small speck of white came into vision against the only slightly darker sky. It gently danced through the air and was quickly joined by friends like it. The snowflakes laughed like children and ran around, hopping, skipping and jumping as they descended down through the air, become calmly landing on my face and glasses. I smiled despite myself and previous mood, isn't it funny how quickly things can change? How quickly the walzt of snow fall turned into a slumber and blankets the world in white.

Good weather always brings out the best in my writing

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www.worldcat.org/

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http://bioline.org.br/

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Being autistic is such an weird experience because I just spent an hour fuming around the kitchen making dinner and trying not to break anything. Then the moment I held big cat (comfort item be praised) I just started crying. Now I'm eating dinner with a massive gray cat, who is a short king and I love him.

Some interesting ideas that I've come up with, which I think would be fun for stories. Some examples:

MC's only plot armor is being oblivious to the situation

Character duo who act like twins, hate eachother and fight (especially in serious situations) but in the end would kill others and get killed for eachother.

Almighty God bound by the constrictions of morality and constantly fights with the problems they've caused. (Probably one that cries a lot)

Bully and wimp duo, but the wimp keeps tryna fuck the bully (even better if the wimp acts like a sub-top)

Some OP badass (kill or be killed type of shit) but has a soft spot for birds (birds could also be their accomplices)

I bite my nails a lot but I found a solution, nail polish. Rather than biting my poor fucking nails my need for everything to be aesthetic gets the better of me and I don't do it