Rose Thorne(She/Her)

Do you need to cover a larger area? Spray.

Do you need precision, or to get a hard to reach spot? Stream.

Understanding what we need is the first step of action.

Have you tried shoving something up a species cloaca?

We’d have more dead chicken farmers.

Chickens are opportunistic omnivores. They will eat their dead, they will eat others eggs, they will eat their own goddamn eggs, if in desperate need.

If that bothers you, never look into pigs and wild boar.

“Easy to Use”. I certainly hope so, it’s a fucking spray bottle. What’s the hard to use option? Waiting until a new moon to summon Ba-Kok, God of Chickens to ask for a stay of cannibalism?

“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 want a man who can put me in a death roll.

Who up strokin’ their mole?

I reject your timeline, and substitute my own! Fuck you, project manager!

“So, when did you first notice this feeling, this emptiness?”

“Well, I was on my first adventure, had the party all together. We’d been on the road for a year when it happened…”

“It?”

“Well, the Paladin and the Warlock were arguing again… I stepped away because I don’t like conflicts like that. The Cleric was standing up with the Paladin, the Rogue was getting ready to just slit all their throats, and then this… This voice from the sky said ‘Rocks fall, everyone arguing dies’. I was the only one left…”

“Ah, yes, well, the basic Adventurers Guild insurance package doesn’t cover Acts of the Elder God, Gee-Em. They get really angry when we try to fix things they did…”

I’m okay with this.

They’re fun and all, but fuck having to wait an hour just to get out of the parking lot of my job because the main road is completely shut down, and another hour because of all the fucking traffic that got held up.

Living in a small town has absolutely killed all joy parades used to bring.

That is so goddamn industry dependant, it almost hurts.

Right now is exactly when we want people taking time off. It’s slow as fuck, we can mainly get by with smaller teams if we’re caught up on production. Get the fuck off the clock for a week or two, that shit don’t roll over, you’re not getting it paid out, and you’re definitely not getting time off once summer ends.

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.

LOST.

I have had so many fucking people recommend I sit down and watch it. I’ve tried. I simply cannot get into it, and at this point, I’m halfway convinced that what people actually enjoyed was the sense of community around the show.

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!”

Okay, then make it as catchy as Love Shack, you stupid bird.

The rare times I come home with SubWay, my cats go fucking nuts trying to eat the wrapper.

Big Sandwich is hiding something from us, besides our $5 Footlongs.