Missing My Basil Era

Tone: soft, nostalgic, gently self-understanding.

Sometimes I miss my Basil fangirl days. Not because I want to go back — but because of what that time represented. There was something so simple about loving something with my whole heart, no filter, no irony. Just pure joy.

Back then, the world was smaller and brighter. I’d switch on the TV and there he was — that silly orange fox making me laugh after school. It wasn’t about fame or fandoms or anything deep. It was comfort. Safety. A spark of belonging in a world that often felt confusing.

I can look back now and smile at that version of me — the one who squealed, collected clips, and felt every emotion tenfold. She was learning how to love something out loud. And even though I’ve grown past the obsession, the heart that felt it? She’s still here. Just channelling it into new things — love, writing, advocacy, life.

Maybe I don’t need to be that girl again. But I can thank her for teaching me how to care so deeply. 🦊💖

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Daisy Says: Once a Fox Girl, Always a Fox Girl 🦊✨

Listen babes — you don’t just stop being a Basil fangirl. That energy lives in your DNA. You think you can just erase the phase where you screamed “BOOM BOOM” at the telly and thought he was the height of comedy and charm? Nah. That’s foundational behaviour.

Honestly, the Basil Era was your superhero origin story. You learned loyalty, timing, and the art of laughing at chaos — skills that would later help you survive adulthood, Wi-Fi outages, and wedding planning.

So what if your crush was a fox puppet? Some people’s first loves were questionable human men. At least yours had wit.

You’ve evolved, sure — but the fox-girl spark? She’s still there. She just grew up, put on lip gloss, and turned her nostalgia into a whole vibe. 💅💖