The zero-waste shop is closed on Sundays and Mondays, so on Saturdays I have to make sure to buy plenty of vegetables, but today I have an additional plan. I dig my little cloth bread bag from the kitchen drawer, because maybe, just maybe, there'll be some vegan croissants left. They have them sometimes, but often I'm too late.
I see the sign before I've even parked. "Vegan pastries" and an invitational arrow inside. I quickly lock my bicycle and rush inside.
"Are there any vegan pastries left?" I ask, and when they assure me there are still a few, I pull out my little bag and add, "You're not going to believe this."
As I carefully pick out my preferred pastries - one croissant, one chocolate roll, and one cream-filled pastry covered with chocolate - I chat to the cashier about the lack of pastries not involving animal exploitation and suffering.
"It's the one thing I really miss," I tell her. "I hate that I can't just walk into the bakery or the grocery store and buy vegan croissants."
"Same," she says. "We've been noticing an increase in demand, so we have them twice a week now, and more than we used to!"
Music to my ears.
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do u ever get a comment on a fic thats just so sweet that ur like Maybe slaving over 24k of fanfiction was worth it for user SprinkleTrashcan2012 to leave a three paragraph comment
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thinking about an estranged childhood friends to lovers story with gojo……
you’re a rowdy kid. during one of your adventures, you end up at the gojo estate; sneaking your way into a vast, beautiful garden, pretty pink roses as far as the eye can see. little gojo is crouched down, watching tiny sprouts grow, and you’re too captivated to look away. bright snowy hair, striking blue eyes, all dolled up in a fancy yukata. he turns to meet your gaze — and all you give him is a sheepish laugh, before strolling over to introduce yourself. he doesn’t seem to mind the company, so you keep coming over to play with him. you bring cool rocks, pretty cicadas you caught, a dusty gameboy. he listens to you speak. he watches the way you move, wave your hands when you’re excited. he grows so, so fond of you.
one day, you stop coming by to see him — and he doesn’t need confirmation to know that one of the maids must have chased you off.
twenty years later, you meet him again, in a crowded little café. he calls out for you by name and you have no idea who you’re looking at. a tall, handsome, cheery man… wearing a blindfold? and shooting you a charming grin. you have no idea who he is, but he remembers you. he remembers you a lot more than he should. he chides you for forgetting your very best friend, but there’s nothing but humour in his voice. you watch as he speaks, as he moves, as he taps his feet under the table after insisting you order something — his treat. you still don’t remember him.
but you’re captivated, all the same.
(from underneath his blindfold, gojo watches you smile. he thinks to himself that some things must truly never change; because he still feels that familiar swarm of butterflies, with every move you make.)
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hihi! i’m the anon that asked what your damijon looked like! AND THEY WERE SO CUTE OMGMG, but i’d also like to ask what your super sons damijon looks like as well? 🥹 tyty 🙏
hii thank you for that ask, and i'm glad you liked it!! here's a super sons ^^
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omg i just randomly remembered from the copenhagen show,,, ,, a confession was like "i've been in love with my bestfriend for so many years and she has no idea" or something like that, and dnp were literally like "pffft couldn't be us amiright" THAT WAS SO FOUL OF THEM?????
(edit: here is the audio guys (and another higher quality audio here), my memory may have worded it differently but still... dan says "here we are two bros sitting five feet apart in a confession box because that's not ussss")
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hogwarts legacy team coming to my school i gotta learn how to make pipe bombs stat
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