You Are A PRACTICING OCCULTIST. You Deal Mostly In White Magic, You Can't Deal With That Dark Magic Hogwash.

As it is Passover again, it is time for the annual debate as to whether the frog plague, which thanks to a quirk in the Hebrew, is written as a plague of frog, singular, rather than the plural, plague of frogs, was in fact, as generally imagined, a plague of many frogs, or instead a singular giant Kaiju frog. This is an ancient and venerable argument that actually goes back to the Talmud because this is what the Jewish people are. If we can't argue for fun about this sort of thing, what are we even doing.

In that spirit, I would like to submit a third possibility, which is that in fact it was one perfectly normal sized frog, who was absolutely acing Untitled Frog Game: Ancient Egypt Edition. One particularly obnoxious frog, who through sheer hard work, managed to plague all of Egypt.

Baker Doll

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.

he's like. a master at yuribaiting it comes naturally to him. he will know our ways as if born to them

a while ago i saw an anti-cnc meme that went something like "if your boyfriend learns not to stop at "no", do you really think he's gonna stop at Pineapple?" and ive been thinking about it a lot. like, it assumes that words have some kind of mystical meta-meaning that persists in all contexts, that if we discard the word "no" we also discard the concept of saying no in a symbolic sense. It's a lingually prescriptivist argument in disguise.

I love and respect my fellow autistic kinky trans furries and therians and systems over people who try to push for normalcy and spread puritanical anti sex views and also happen to be inherently ableist but in a "progressive" way.

amys first act of villainy was to make victoria do police brutality. truly, collateral damage barbie never did anything wrong

Skitter: starts out wanting to be a hero, but becomes a villain due to her hatred for systems of power and her love for her freinds, as well as her own naïve mistakes early in her career. Later becomes a hero because she fears the end of the world.

Foil: goes straight from hero to villain because she wants to fuck a doll girl.

gorgeous tgirl with shoulder length hair and overgrown bangs im in love with you