This feels like an odd one, given it’s an acoustic cover, but Frank Turner’s cover of “Build Me Up Buttercup” sticks with me.

He also did a good cover of Tom Petty’s American Girl, was fucking great to hear live, but I can’t say it’s better than the original.

"You stumble into the lair, your torchlight revealing a mass of writhing women entangled by snakes. Slowly, it begins to rise.

You have awoken the Queen Gorgon, and countless eyes begin to turn to you."

I can’t speak for every trans person in the South, but for me, it’s pretty fucking awful.

Part of it is my area(lot of old white conservatives). They really don’t give a fuck. I have had to listen to 10 minute rants about gender politics because they want a pink gender reveal cake.

We did multiple cake variations for Valentine’s. All stick figures. We “dared” to put rainbows on a couple of them. We had to get rid of them because people complained about STICK FIGURES under rainbows.

I have to make sure I’m in a safe place to even begin feeling like myself.

They threw so many fucking tantrums. I remember when one subreddit decided to say fuck it and threw a revolt over their nonsense. They acted like having people hate them was a badge of honor and that anyone against them was “a stupid misogynist”.

I’m sorry, did you not already have a thing for burly communist Santa?

What kind of Christmas movies did YOU grow up watching?

When Christ returns, remember these words:

Destroy the head. It’s the only way to be sure.

I’ve done the mug before.

Actually my preferred way for oatmeal. Warms the mug up, and it stays warm for longer!

With the advent of lab grown animal neurons interfacing with parts, we need to expand the definition of “wetware”.

It’s meat. Doesn’t even need to be people meat. Just meat that can be trained to react to stimuli, which opens up some options depending on complexity.

You were busy. It’s understandable.

Lotta spears to polish, after all.

Fun personal story time:

Back when I was about 12, my dad and his then-girlfriend lived in a condominium. I was over for the weekend, and needed to take a massive shit.

Take said shit, it won’t flush. Go get the plunger. Plunge plunge plunge. Try again. Now it’s filling up. Plunge plunge plunge. It’s still filling. Panic starts to fill my child heart.

My dad was at work, he wouldn’t be home for another 10, probably 12 hours. I needed an adult. Wait, his girlfriend is home!

Embarrassed as shit, I go to her and explain the situation. She assures me I’m just freaking out, it’s okay, she can handle a clogged toilet!

So she tries. And tries. Then all I hear is “THERE’S SO MUCH POOP! HOW CAN ONE CHILD MAKE SO MUCH POOP?!”

Turned out there was something going on with the sewer line and I just found out in the worst way possible. I wanted to die when I heard her yelling about the amount of shit backflowing. She wasn’t even mad about it, just confused as to why it kept coming.