The thing about reclaiming slurs is that once you've been affectionally called 'faggot' by friends, loved ones, and amiable fellows on the internet for long enough, you almost forget that it means something else to people who hate you.
Honestly at this point if a stranger on the street yelled "hey faggot!" after me, I'd probably turn around like "what?" like they'd just casually called me by name, and they were only trying to get my attention because they wanted to tell me something, before processing that they're being hostile.
If you’re being questioned about a murder by one of those hobbyist detectives. it is an absolute rule that you have to be washing the dishes or pruning some plants while talking, so that when they finally get around to asking a pointed question about where you were at the time of the murder you can freeze for a second with a knife in your hand. It’s enrichment for them you gotta understand. They thrive off of red herrings, it’s their favorite treat, so even if you have a rock solid alibi and weren’t involved with the murder at all you have to give them some reason to be suspicious of you. It’s what friends are for.
sick post i just found online. sorry i couldnt find the source
How about we play a game
Ask me a question
And I’ll give you a dare
I might tell you the truth
I might say a lie
But you can’t backdown
If I dare you to fly
It’s not fair
But a dare is a dare
And you can’t pretend
That you shaved your hair
You can’t fake playing chess
If I ever dared you to play
But if you asked me
How was your day?
What proves to you that it was really okay?
If you ask me about something that I miss
And I tell you my past mess
Would you believe me or detect a lie
Or would you just take a guess?
But seriously let’s play a game
I’ll ask you a question
You give me a dare
And the rules change every turn
If today was your last day
A few hours and you’ll pass away
What’s your biggest regret
Something you didn’t do or say?
You can reply with a truth or a lie
Now give me a reasonable dare to try
And remember
I’m a normal human who can’t really fly
What they don’t tell you about speaking multiple languages is that your brain does not in fact have a box labeled Spanish and another one labeled German. Instead it has a box labeled “Not English” and sometimes when you’re talking or writing in one of the languages you speak it will just start pulling random words from that box.
“what’s your writing process” i put a pathetic guy in a blender and blend blend blend
well look who it is. my old friend. the conses of my quences.
me, struggling to write: hmm, this part is a little difficult. maybe i should check my planning document, which i created as a helpful tool for my writing process!
the planning document:
Dick is the type of person to yell “Bruce catch!” And let go of his grapple while swinging full speed.
When Dick eventually left behind was fired from Robin he still continued swinging at Bruce, and Bruce never failed to catch him.
And when Jason became Robin, and Dick got mostly past Bruce giving his name to the kid. Dick told Jason stories about it, never showing him except once, when he and Bruce were on slightly better terms. Dick did it more forceful than usual.
It took Jason a month or two as Robin before he was comfortable enough with Bruce to trust him to catch him.
For Tim, they didn’t show him. But he’d picked it up from seeing Dick and Jason do it. The first time he did it, it damn near gave Bruce and Dick a heart attack.
For the short period Steph was Robin see never got the chance. But you bet she remedied that when she became Spoiler.
Damian was more hesitant. Always worried it would be a trick. Because it was an easy way to ‘accidentally’ cause him harm. But after seeing Dick, Tim, and Steph do it and be caught every time, he eventually gave in. You’d never catch him admitting it but that first moment wrapped in his Father’s arms as Bruce caught him for the first time, and the small smile Bruce gave him when he stepped away, that is one of his favorite memories.
Cause Bruce would always be there to catch him.
He couldn’t catch Jason, never again.