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Children hospital jump scare. What the hell

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.

trans women do have an advantage against cis women in sports but its not because of testosterone or whatever its because god loves them more

if i was a shard i wouldn't look around for hosts i'd just hover around a mirror maze and wait for someone to have a panic attack

"...Like Antennas To Heaven" except you're scrambling to find a giant wolfgirl's prostate

Puppy!

A doll and a puppy! The doll and witch are taking care of it this week!

But dear goodness is the puppy wiggly - far too wiggly for such a floppy doll!

The puppy keeps wanting to play, but the doll is already exhausted! How do puppies have so much energy?!

But then a moment comes when the puppy lies down - and, within minutes, its eyes are closed.

And the puppy looks so comfy... so cosy...

The witch eventually enters the room to find her doll curled around the puppy.

Both are fast asleep~

Modern prude: "you never used to see major artists publishing their obvious fetish art"

Charles Dana Gibson, 1903: "the Young Man Imagines Himself the Latest Victim of Some Fair Entomologist"

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.