It didn't know why all the people were gone or where they had gone to. Years had passed since anyone had been in the bakery or since the doll had seen anyone on the streets outside, maybe longer. Still, every morning it got up early to set up shop and go through it's routine, all except for the baking.
It used to bake. In fact, baking was what it loved to do most, despite being unable to eat or taste anything it made. But it saw other people eat it's food and how happy it made them. People would often come to chat with friends over freshly made pastries, bring home a cake or a few loaves of bread for their families, or even come in just to see the doll itself. It did continue to bake for a while after everyone disappeared, but it couldn't bear to keep seeing the things it so lovingly made go to waste.
So every morning before the sun rose, it took bowls and pans from the kitchen cabinets and arranged them in their places next to rolling pins and knives, then carried old wooden logs from outside and stacked them by the oven.
Once the kitchen was ready, It went to the front and set up empty cake displays, placed chairs in front of the tables, dusted off every surface, and flipped the sign to "open".
Once it was evening, it took down the displays and flipped the sign to "closed", then wiped down each table and set the chairs back on top of them. It rinsed all of the kitchenware, cleaned the spotless oven, and took the wooden logs back outside. It then went to it's room to rest until repeating it's routine the next morning.
It still did all this because these were the things that kept it alive, but it never baked.
my biologically 22 year old transgender daughter, turning deep red and trying not to pop a blood vessel: H...HAAAAAAAA......RRRAAAAAAAGHHH!!!!
me, periodically glancing back over my shoulder while doing 110 down the I-95: Come on sweetheart, focus! Kids 6 and under eat free at this place and I know you can age regress 2 more years
the angel chained up in the passenger seat browsing the menu on his phone with his free hand: do u guys think these are like actual buttermilk pancakes or is it just a marketing term
that last comment is so fucking revealing as to the actual priorities and worries of people who say 'get therapy' lmao
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i don’t know what’s cooler tbh:
Demon horns being broken halos from when they were angels.
Demons willingly grow their own halos, but never complete the circle to symbolize their rebellion against heaven’s strict order.
i may have gone too far this time
i was dancing with a butch at a bar and i hooked my cane around his back to pull him closer and he made the CUTEST little gasp sound
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Saw someone pushing this concept that trans people have "unrealistic expectations" of transitioning because of anime and I ignored it cuz it's stupid racist horseshit but like, it's stuck in my head so I'm just gonna say this.
"TRAs want to be little anime girls so bad" is literally a weird ass online terf thing and this idea of random people who are typically pro trans saying that anime is creating unrealistic expectations of transition just feels like they had a terf phase but never unlearned the dumbassery. Trans people at large do not want to be anime characters and understand that those are not realistic characters they could ever achieve. Rather it's most likely Hollywood and American television pushing unrealistic beauty standards that create unrealistic expectations. And that's if you even believe that many people actually have those expectations.
It really just comes off as a deflection. Blame the thing it's ok to blame. It's the Japanese cartoon's fault. Obvi anime isn't perfect with the portrayal of bodies but also the majority of trans people are not expecting to transition into a high school shoujo protagonist. Go talk to real people for once.