I also use Fae/Faer alongside She/Her. Transfemme Genderfae and proud!
I don’t have a bag on hand to list out the ingredients, but it’s a type of cake generally made in a loaf or Bundt that has a dense, creamier texture.
It can be used to make excellent dessert breads, like a sweeter banana bread. Absolutely amazing topped with chopped walnuts. The only real change to using it as a bread base is either open oven finishing or steam finishing to get some extra crust around the top.
That’s some good looking banana bread.
Creme cake mix also makes for an excellent banana bread.
Mostly, yeah. He’s practically getting to live his dream these days, after going through a pretty long rough patch.
I’m still untangling things, in my own way, but I can also recognize the strides I’ve been able to make with it. It’s taken many a long year to get to the point where even talking about it didn’t leave me shaking in anger or fear, and I consider that a major improvement. Shaking off the last shadows from the monster.
We had a long driveway. I quickly learned how to position myself to be able to see out the window and prepare before being seen.
That was also around the same time I learned how to quickly make a bug-out bag, a bit of cryptography(My dad and I had a code language, just in case), and just how far I can be pushed before physical response is my only response.
There isn’t enough therapy in the world.
Who currently holds naval supremacy? If Mamdani can make the landing, taking the Staten VPs in a rush shouldn’t be very hard. Even easier if he’s kept his planes relatively decent, CAS can really soften the defenders.
Staten has no resources, almost no factories, and the focus tree is generic. They have no hope of holding the territory.
Oh no. The Fish are escaping containment again.
Everyone, prepare yourselves. Content is coming.
And only getting worse. There was a warning put out right as summer officially started that it was going to get “oppressively hot” fast. It’s only fucking June. I’m kinda scared what August, our usual month of heat spikes, is going to bring.
It was either discovered involving someone named Poland, or the Polish need to get explaining.
He wouldn’t let a person with a skateboard through.
Fuck Saint Peter.
“I tripped, it slid in, next thing either of us knew, we were having sex.”
It can be hard to break that wall. I walked into my transition knowing that I was putting my marriage, my shelter, my everything on the line by coming out. I spent months quietly crying to myself in the bathroom, scared of both sides. Wishing it could be easier, hating myself for even wanting this.
It took realizing that there was an inevitable end either way, I just had the choice of being alive or not for it. It took time for me to find new support, and in that between, I felt extremely alienated.
Even trying to be in trans spaces online, I felt like I couldn’t talk about what I was experiencing, about the negatives that can come, and how it still felt worth it to really breathe as me, as the woman who had been screaming behind every word for so much of my life.
It can be an ugly experience, and we can feel like there’s no one there to help catch us as we fall. That’s why one of the best things we can do is never tell someone they’re whatever, but to let them know that, if they are, they aren’t alone. There’s still people who will help them through the hardest.
I reject your timeline, and substitute my own! Fuck you, project manager!
Hard to believe its been two years, yet in ways it has felt like longer. Feels like a lot of shit has happened in just that short span of time in this little corner of the internet.
Aw hell no, that just means Pyramid Head just finished up. I ain’t stickin’ around and getting a Great Knife dropped through me.
Is there at least another stop nearby?
That’s always extra shitty, though. There are some people who rely on public transport. That should be a priority to have up and running.
“It’ll only take until the heat death of the universe for us to actually finish.”
“Remember, kids, Sonic Sez paying your taxes is NO GOOD!”
Given it’s a dream, there could be some interpretation that the OOP is craving emotional stability.
His own subconscious doesn’t even want to have mindless pleasure anymore, but comfort. He denies himself because he doesn’t truly want sex, but the stability of deep, emotional contact.
Didn’t they have a problem like that before, but with bots? Like, some obscure artists who suddenly started getting massive listening hours by setting up a bot network to just keep repeating?