Y'all Have Gotta Get More Insane About Platonic Relationships Like You Are About Romantic Relationships.

future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy

Me reading another person's writing: Oh they missed a period there, no worries mistakes happen :) Three adjectives in a sentence? Adverbs for days? No worries I love descriptions and this story is fire.

Me seeing the same thing in my work: Wow am I illiterate? Am I actually ok? Who the actual fuck told me I can write so I can go and curse their entire family for the time it took for me to carefully craft this GARBAGE.

I love how Odysseus and Telemachus meet the goddess of wisdom and battle strategy, a literal force in their world, an immortal, all powerful, being, and they go, oh look she's friend shaped!

It's genetic. It has to be.

Mutuals agreeing with your headcanons is how you gain immortality btw. ascending to godhood as we speak

Me while writing: oh hell yes this is such a good sentence I'm the master of poetic imagery

The writing when I go back to edit:

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.

“Truth” or dare

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

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.