You can be as offended as possible about the language used, or you can look at the actual intent behind the words.
This man grew up in a time when trans people used that word for themselves. He probably hung out with a few often enough and just absorbed the language.
He was very much using it in a positive context. The barista he’s referring too is probably the only one that makes his favorite drink just right.
This is why Queer elders get so annoyed with the younger members of the community. Too focused on policing the terms people use while there are far bigger problems we are all dealing with.
#this is all true#baby gays PLEASE learn that the words you scream at people online for are still in active use AMONG OUR COMMUNITY IN REAL LIFE#there are trans people who refer to themselves as trannies & transssexuals. there are lesbians who call themselves bulldykes. gay men who#call ourselves faggots. and it's done not in a self-effacing way but in honest joy and reclamation and it is NOT your place as#self-appointed keyboard warriors to bitch at us to stop. YOU'RE the new ones here. learn the culture if you want to survive.#and make the fucking effort to go meet queer people older than 20 in meatspace for FUCK'S sake#i get that you didn't get the trial by fire that the rest of us got but we'll be goddamned if we're gonna let you tell us we're not allowed#to be in OUR spaces smelling like smoke#old man yells at cloud#queerdom#trans matters#twitter dot com#blog together queue alone
This.
I'm 30something and new(a year and change) to my transition and you can pry tranny from my cold dead hands.
I'm also a gay man and you can pull faggot out of my clenched teeth.
I stood on the outside for decades like an orphan in the rain but I never stopped fighting the good fight as an "ally" and now I'm inside I will say and do whatever I fucking want forever because those words feel right on me.
It's fun and it's sexy and its mine and just fuck all the way off. I didn't walk alone through the dark for 25 years to get here to be told by angry children with anxiety what I am not allowed to do.
Black Canary: Yeah, I mean hes an adult, but he's closer in age to them, I figured he would be better at understanding them.
Flash: I mean he is childish, but maybe they'll finally listen to someone.
*opens the training room door*
Phantom, snarling: Is that seriously all you've got? Pathetic! Get back up and try again! Saving the day waits for no "hero"!
*Young Justice scattered across the room, all panting heavily, or cradling bruises as they're each paired up with a Phantom duplicate*
Superman, gobsmacked: Phantom what are you doing?!
Flash: Yeah man this looks a little harsh don't you think?
Phantom: They want to be treated like adults, Flash, so I'm treating them like adults. If they want to be treated like adults, then they can train like adults, work like adult, eat like adults, balance their hero work and their civilian work like adults. I said no slacking! Get back up!
Superman, wincing: Still...
Flash: Dude, what did they say to you to piss you off this much? *tries to joke* I need to know so I don't do the same. Seriously, you're scary.
Phantom: *scowls*
Kid Flash, panting: Pl-Please! Can we take a brake? I need some water.
Phantom: 10 minutes. *all his duplicates vanish and Phantom turns and floats out*
*water bottles appear out of nowhere, and all the sidekicks collapse, desperately chugging the water bottles*
Flash: No, seriously, what did you say to him? I've never seen him that upset before.
Artemis, clutching her ribs: K-Kid Flash s-said he didn't get why-why we couldn't be treated as adults and-and do our own work. R-Rob in Said-Said that Phantom was-ss lucky, cause he didn't have a mentor and took-took care of his territory on his own without help. Said-Said it couldn't be that hard since Phantom did it.
Adult Heros -Batman: *winces*
Superman: No wonder Phantom was so upset.
Green Arrow: Yeah, I'd be pissed too if my years of hard work was chalked up to "not that hard".
Flash: *turns and follows after Phantom*
Batman: Hmn.
Robin: *flinches*
Batman: It looks like Phantom still went easy on you. You should thank him for that.
Kid Flash: That was easy?!
Batman: You're still alive aren't you?
Superman: And by the looks of it, he was only brawling, I don't smell the scent of his Ecto-Blasts.
Black Canary: And he gave you water.
Flash: *makes his way to the observation deck*
Phantom: *staring up at the stars with a pained expression*
Flash: *stands next to him as a comfortable silence stretches between tham*
Phantom: The screwed up thing is, I could have had a mentor.
Flash: Yeah?
Phantom: Yeah. But, instead of guiding me, and helping me, and being a support system, he decided he'd rather be a fruitloop. So, he became one of my villains.
Flash: Wow, that sucks. Wait-
Phantom, snorts: Yeah, it does. We're the only two halfas in the world right now, and he decides to be a massive jerk. It sucks, it sucks alot, because back then, I'd have loved to have what these kids have, heck, I'd have loved to just have someone to give me advice without having some greater scheme or alternative motive.
Flash: But?
Phantom, taking a deep breath: But thats not how it worked out for me. It was me, my teenage friends, and my teenaged sister against an alternate dimension, and a corrupt falsified government agency. That's the bitter truth of it, and I won't change that if I maybe could, instead, I just have to make sure those dinguses don't get themselves killed before they're adults.
Flash, gently pats Phantom's shoulder: Awe, don't want them to join you in the realms.
Cassandra: YOU ARE ALL GOING TO REGRET THIS SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.
Odysseus: Regret it why?
Cassandra: You won’t believe me if I tell you. If I prophecy, nobody believes me. That is my curse.
Odysseus: … I’m Nobody. Fill me in.
*A couple of months later*
Odysseus: HELLO PENELOPE, I AM HERE PRECISELY ON TIME AND NOT YEARS LATE incidentally I rescued and adopted a Trojan seer while I was away, she’s great, got me home really fast, Cassandra this is your new mother who’s not going to treat you like shit.
Penelope: … I’m going to need more details, but okay, sure.
Damian: Father, doesn't Ace look a bit scruffy? Perhaps I should take him to-
Bruce: We took Ace to the groomers two days ago.
Damian, scowling: Then maybe-
Alfred: Titus and Alfred were also taken last week.
Damian: Richard-
Dick: I'm not letting you take Haley to the groomers so you can oggle the new guy. She went last week.
Duke: Why don't you just go up to him and have a normal conversation?
Tim: Because Daniel is so "pretty" Damian looses all ability to speak- Ack! Hey you almost hit me!
Damian: Tsk I missed.
Dick: Yet you didn't deny it.
Damian: *glares down at his hands*
Tim, sighing: Fine, I'll help you out this one time. You and I both have friends that happen to have a certain white kind of canine in common.
Damian: *perks up*
----2 Hours Later----
Damian: *walks into the grooming Salon with a tight grip on a wagging Krypto. he looks around the salon and watches Danny through the window where hes finishing up a groom*
Danny, covered in fluff as he talks to a Husky: Look how much better you look now! Such a handsome boy huh?
Husky, wagging: Awooo!
Coworker, smirking: Danny, your new regular is here.
Danny: *perks up and looks out the window before waving at Damian. After putting the Husky up, he walks out* Hey Damian, another referral?
Damina: Uuh yeah- Yes! This is Krypto, he is owned by my friend's cousin, but no groomers around them will accept Krypto.
Danny: Why not? He's seems like such a sweet dog! *crouched down and Krypto happily pounces on him, sending them to the floor* Bit stronger than most other Labrador, huh?
Damian: Ah, yes he's a Meta Animal so..
Danny: Say no more! We'll give it a shot! *easily pushes Krypto off of him and stands up* You gonna stick around to watch?
Damian, instantly: Yes! *clears throat* Please.
Danny, laughing as he takes Krypto's leash: With how enthusiastic you are, you should come here to apprentice as a groomer. I would be happy to show you the ropes myself. *pulls Krypto away from another dog effortlessly*
Damian, swallowing: yes please...
----3 hours later----
Bruce: So, how was Daniel~
Damian: He handled Krypto with ease, and offered to train me.
Bruce, looking up: You are a medical student?
Damian: I am aware, so instead, on weekends I shall double as a dog grooming assistant.
Bruce: ...You can't be serious?
Damian: Daniel Fenton is really pretty, and really, really strong.
Alfred, sighing: Every generation. *takes a drink of something that definitely isn't tea*
I'm starting to think that a lot of fantasy writers who are writing Heroes and Wars and Quests would be a lot happier writing the magic equivalent of a sports anime.
If the thing you want to focus on is your magic system, good news! You can just... do that. You don't need to know the entire history of Japan to understand why the anime boys want to win their volleybasketskateball tournament; it's no different in a secondary world setting.
If you're uncomfortable with the human cost of war and don't want to glorify it... good news, you don't have to! A tournament arc gives you all the fun of competition and rivalry and struggle to improve, without the uncomfortable knowledge that your protagonist's subordinates are likely doing awful things offscreen.
Similarly, if you like getting into your antagonists' heads and humanizing them, but don't like writing the kind of monster that makes a good high fantasy antagonist- good news! In a tournament arc, the only thing that makes an antagonist an antagonist is that they want the same thing Blorbo wants and are fighting them to get it.
Struggle to come up with a plot? Tournament arc has defined beats. Struggle with making high stakes feel cool and not corny? Tournament arc. Want to write a big ensemble cast? Tournament arc.
Tournament arc is there for you. Put Blorbo in Tournament Arc Mouth.
Robin: Come on! It'll be fine! *tries to grab him*
Phantom: I don't want to!
Batman: *walks into the cave*
Phantom: *bolts towards Batman and hides behind him*
Robin: Wha- You can't hide behind Batman! That's not fair!
Phantom: *sticks his tongue out*
Batman: What is this about?
Robin, groaning: I want Phantom to Possess-
Phantom: Overshadow.
Robin: I want Phantom to Overshadow me so I can practice breaking out of it. Its training!
Batman, glancing back at Phantom: Hmn?
Phantom: I don't-I don't like Overshadowing people. It feels-it feel icky.
Robin: Icky? Seriously? What are you, five?
Phantom: Five times more respectful than you.
Robin: You-
Batman: Enough. Robin, Phantom already said 'no', hes not comfortable with it. Consent goes both ways, and if I find out you've been bothering him about it I'll bench you and sign you up for Consent and Conmunication Training.
Robin: Ugh okay. Sorry Phantom, I'll drop it. *stalks off with a fake pout*
Phantom, visibly relieved: Thanks. I really, really hate Overshadowing.
Batman: Hmn. *reaches up to ruffle Phantom's hair, pulling a core-rumble(purr) from the boy*
going from being seen as the all american teen to being viewed as something violent and dangerous and not quite human. your very existence a threat to civilized society. the only acceptable outcome your death or imprisonment. treated like you murdered someone (the version of you that existed in other people's minds) by giving into your monstrous nature (trans). maybe do a Carrie with it and kill the transphobic bullying classmates
Shirō Kasamatsu aka 笠松 紫浪 aka Kasamatsu Shiro (Japanese, 1898-1991, b. Asakusa, Tokyo, Japan) - Natsu no Yoru 夏の夜 (Summer Night), 1957, Woodblock Print: Ink, Color on Paper
DcxDp Idea/Dabble/Prompt(?) idk do what you want with this.
Warning: Mild Swearing, and Kon is probably OOC idk i wrote this at 2am and could not care less about keeping them in character
When Kon woke up in a stranger's bed, it wasn't for the fun reason. He didn't remember much from the day before, just that he'd been running on fumes. The past two weeks had been hell, between shutting down an illegal cloning facility that brought up far too many emotions, and Clark, because of said cloning facility, being extra cagey and avoidant. They weren't the closest before, but at least they could act like distant cousins as a family Potluck, but now Clark was avoiding him, and it was annoying! And then Lex decied he wasn't being enough of an asshole by just existing, and stirred up trouble at 1am, leading to Kon flying to the wrong appartment. Truthfully, Kon just hoped he didn't scare the person too much, he didn't have a secret identity to really worry about, not like the Bats or Arrows did, and he hoped his costume was enough not to give the stranger a heart attack, they didn't call the police at least so that was hopefully a good sign.
As Kon rose from the bed, he did a quick sweep of the room. He wasn't a Bat, but he spent enough time around them to pick up a few practices. The room was simple, modest size, with a king bed pushed against the wall. The bed had a star patterned comforter, but on the desk, next to a bookshelf, was a pile of collage level books, and a number of space themed modles decorated the shelves, along with a few NASA posters. Whoever lived here definately had a thing for space. Next to the bed was a bedside lamp, on it a pill organizer with four slots empty, and on the floor on the same side was a large dog bed covered in a constellation pattern, and the word "Sol" embroidered on it, and it was then that Kon noticed a number of dog toys scattered across the floor, and a dog vest sitting on the desk chair. So the dog either didn't see him as a threat, was so friendly it didn't mind intruders, or the owner stopped the dog before it could think to attack him.
With his environment clocked, Kon finally paid attention to the rest of the appartment, listening further down the hall. He could hear quiet, almost silent, footfalls scurrying around, given the smell of butter and flour, the kitchen, along with the sizzle of something wet as it met a hot skillet, and the low clicking of animal nails on hardwood as the dog lazily followed after something hard, a ball perhaps.
Kon thought about just leaving, the window he presumably came in from was right there after all, but somehow that felt rude. He broke into this person's house and probably scared the crap out of them, at least a little bit, so the least he could do was not be a total ass and apologize. Hopefully they won't try to hold this over him somehow.
Carefully, Kon exited the bedroom, cautiously making his way down the stretch, passing the bathroom and a few pictures on the wall of three kids from the age of about 12 up to 18 where they were holding their highschool diplomas. Kon's lips quirked a bit at that, eyeing each picture fondly, slightly jealous of such a strong friendship. After looking at the pictures, and dodging dog toys as he walked, Kon exited the hallway and came into the kitchen, which opened into the living room and entryway, seeing as it was a small apartment. The living room was furnished with a simple dark blue couch atop a fuzzy off white rug, a small coffee table, a television sitting atop an entertainment center with a beat up gaming console beside it, another bookshelf next to the window, and three other dog beds, one next to the TV, and two by either side of the couch, with more dog toys sprinkled in. And then, Kon turned, coming face to face with the dog in question.
It, he?, was on the lager side of medium-sized with a slightly fluffy coat, and upright ears, he was a goldish looking coloring with a tiny bit of white on his chest. Kon didn't know enough about dogs to even guess at what breed he was, if he was even a purebred at all, but even if he couldn't be hurt by the dog, he didn't want to provoke him. Abandoned at the dogs paws sat some kind of open faced rubber ball, with what looked like food in it. The dog seemed to scrutinize Kon for a moment, before going back to the ball thing, shoving his nose inside to lick at more food, and Kon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. And then a chuckle sounded behind him, and he whipped around.
"Sorry, Sol's a bit judgemental of strangers." Kon easily recognized the man, he was one of the kids in the photos, with black hair and eyes so bright blue they almost looked like they belonged in a cartoon. But he also looked slightly different in person, his hair was longer, not long-long, but enough for a short ponytail and his skin was pale and kind of sparkling, not like a Twilight Vampire, but almost like he was dusted in a light sheen of morning frost. He was taller than one would expect, but he was very skinny, almost like he didn't eat enough, but not to a sickly amount. "You're quiet, did he scare you? I'm sorry about that, he really is harmless. Well, harmless as any animal is at least."
Kon, realizing he was staring, quickly cleared his throat. "No- sorry. I'm still trying to wake up. Last night was, rough."
The man laughed easily and turned back into the kitchen where he went back to cooking, keeping his hand firmly on the counter as he moved to the stove. "I'd say, how'd you manage to mix up appartments so bad?" As he spoke he carefully poured the last bit of pancake batter on the griddle and moved to the sink, where he washed the bowl.
Kon shrugged. "I have no clue, it's been a stressful two weeks between- family drama and work."
The man, he really should ask for his name, snorted. "Been there, done that, moved out of state." He said breezily. "Are you going to stay an eat or do you want to get going? I made extra just incase but I can have the leftovers tomorrow if you just want to go home. Its just pancakes and some fruit I needed to cut up."
Kon hesitated. He didn't want to inconvenience this guy any more than he already did, but he was hungry, both from emotional exhaustion and physical exhaustion. Also, this guy was just, really nice, in a way that reminded him of Ma and Pa, just warm, welcoming, and nonjudgmental. Kon felt like he could tell this guy anything, which was a terrifying feeling to get from a stranger. "Breakfast sounds really good actually." He admitted.
"Have a seat and I'll bring it over." Kon did as told, shuffeling over to the island that seperated the kitchen from the entryway and sat down. "So, what can I call you? Because I've kinda just been referring to you as window guy in my head and its starting to get annoying. I'm Danny, incase you were having a similar problem."
Kon couldn't help it, he laughed shortly before sobering up. "Ah you don't recognize me, ouch!" He joked lightly, but he was confused. He was obviously one of the Supers, he was wearing the costume as everything.
Danny didn't look up from flipping the last pancake. "Are you famous or something?" He asked genuinely. "Because if you are I'm one of the last people who can recognize you on looks alone, since I'm blind."
Kon blinked in surprise. Blind, that was something unexpected, but then again, was it really? Kon thought back to the vest on the desk chair, and how it didn't look like any normal dog vest, and from where he sat, he could even see a cane standing near the door. There was also the way Danny moved, his carefully placed hands on the counters or fridge, every movement mindful even though it was his own home. It was subtle, but then again Kon really didn't know much about the blind community either so he didn't know what was normal. Not wanting the silence to linger and give the wrong impression, Kon kept talking. "No, I'm not famous I just get mistaken for one of the Wayne's sometimes, in Gotham, at first glance I kind of look like one of them so its a common mistake." He lied smoothly.
"Oooh, yeah I would never have made that mistake. I'm not completely blind, I can see a little bit and my left eye has more sight than the right, but I can't make out details like that unless I'm really close and trying really hard." Danny explained setting down the food, followed soon by the plates and cutlery. "Also, while I've been to Gotham a few times, my friend Sam is currently helping a- well known- er botanist, so I visit from time to time, but I've never even met a Wayne, nor can I recognize them. So, Mr. Not a Wayne, what is your name?"
Kon huffed a laugh, his friend was definitely in cahoots with Poison Ivy, so Danny probably has run into the Wayne's, or at least the Bats at one point and just hadn't realised. Helping himself to some pancakes, Kon answered his question. "My name is Conner, but everyone calls me Kon. It's nice to meet you."
Danny grinned at him, showing off slightly sharpened teeth. "Likewise Kon. Though next time, let's not meet with you climbing in through my window, yeah?"
Despite the bite of pancake in his mouth, Kon started laughing, already vowing to drag Danny to meet Tim, Cassie, and Bart, and maybe even Ma and Pa, because something tells him, they'd get on like a house on fire.
Notes:
-Due to Danny's accident, he lost a lot of his ability to see. His right eye is worse than his left, and he can still see a little bit, but hes very much legally blind. As Phantom/a Ghost he can see perfectly well, and he also has, what Tucker named "Ghost Sight" where Danny can focus on turning just his eyes into a ghost so he can see but Ghost Sight is extremely draining, dries out his eyes, and gives him major headaches so he uses it sparingly/not at all. When living with his parents Danny didn't dare ever think about getting a Guide Dog, it just wouldn't be safe. But when Danny went off and moved out on his own, he immediately looked into getting one and thus got Sol. Danny is perfectly capable of moving and functioning in his own home without Sol, or even his canes, but on the city streets its definitely harder.
-Sol is a German Shepherd/Golden Retriever/Labrador Retriever mix[50% GSD, 25% GR, & 25% LR], he's kind of a no nonsense dog that you can just tell has a very dry sense of humor even though he can't speak.
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