I just had an excellent homemade blue cheese dressing at a friend’s house and it’s turning me on to the idea of opening my heart to accompanying wings with it (I usually go without any dip).

Which place in Buffalo has the best blue cheese dressing?

Hi, all! I am approaching endgame with achievements and I think I’m down to the most difficult achievements remaining. Does anyone have recommendations for which guides you have found helpful for these?

• Contagion cancelled
• Who needs science?
• Super sparrow
• Mr. President
• Lava God
• Film fanatic (solved!)
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• Power overwhelming

If you liked it, I can see why. If you didn't like it, I can see why.

My only question is this: why don't we maintain a megathread for discussing wide releases?

Hey all! A few years back, I remember putting together a spreadsheet of all known tMG songs (released and unreleased). I can't locate it anymore, so I started looking through this sub and can only find other outdated databases. Anyone know where I can find something current?

“In the Circle”

When I was nineteen, 
I stood in a circle 
dressed like a whisper. 
White from collar to ankle, 
barefoot, 
holding hands with a woman 
I had known my whole life 
and never quite met.

They said: 
This is the true order of prayer. 
But it felt more like 
learning a dance 
with all the mirrors removed.

Her hand in mine 
was the temperature of porcelain— 
not cold, 
just untouched. 
She stared ahead 
like revelation might finally look back. 
And I stared at the space 
between our fingers, 
trying to remember 
if we had ever held hands 
before this.

We turned toward the altar. 
Voices rose in quiet unison. 
I pressed my palm 
against my mother’s palm 
and felt the absence 
like it was printed into her skin.  

I never learned how to carry 
the weight of a man’s name— 
only that it was handed to me 
like a toolbelt: 
Here’s your hammer. 
Here’s your silence. 
Here’s your hunger you’re not allowed to name.

We stood shoulder to shoulder 
in that circle of believers, 
pretending our softness was reverence 
and not a threat.

I repeated the ancient words. 
I stood still in the choreography 
and called it faith. 
I watched my mother vanish 
beneath her veil 
and wondered 
if God would recognize her 
before I did.

I didn’t know what I believed. 
But I believed in the ache of it, 
in the gravity of hands 
touching gently, 
without needing a reason 
other than this is how we reach heaven.

Now 
I live outside that circle. 
I have unbuckled the belt. 
Loosened the name. 
Asked questions 
the ceremony refused to answer. 
There are layers I am still scraping off, 
dried wax from wood grain— 
what the patriarchy left behind 
when it burned through 
everything soft.

But sometimes, 
in the soft animal dark of early morning, 
I remember how the room held us— 
twelve bodies, or something like them, 
standing so still 
it almost felt like peace.

I still say the words sometimes, 
in the shower, 
or while folding laundry: 
O God, hear the words of my mouth.

And I do not know 
who I’m speaking to— 
only that I am still 
the same creature 
who once wept 
at the quiet of a hand resting on their shoulder 
and wanted it to mean 
something like love.

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