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lolopa1 · 9 months

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I found this Barbie offer from 1993 that I, as a child, stuck in a book and left there for 20 years to be unearthed now. Looking back, I see that not only could I have gotten another Hollywood hair Teresa doll (the one I must have gotten this offer from since it’s the only one I have from that list) but also that my mother could have gotten me earring magic ken, which she did not.

#how could she #who is basketball Kevin?#earring magic ken #barbie #90s nostalgia #90s toys

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y0url0verb0y · 10 months

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When your best friend (black cat) tells you (golden retriever) that you talk too much

(This is real, yes but I also realize it's very James Potter and Lilly Evans coded 😭)

#the pain #how could she #james potter #lily evans #kind of #platonic jily #black cat girlfriend #golden retriever boyfriend #except we're not dating #shit post #she's a lesbian #im her totally straight and not queer at all bsf hahahhahahhah hah #im lying

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ko-neko-san · 8 months

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Someone please tell me Ramy's just pretending. That Letty didn't actually do that. He's just faking so he can stay out of prison so he can get Robin and Victoire out, right? Right??

#babel an arcane history #babel rf kuang #i just #how could she #jesus i knew she was shifty and not on the same page #but i thought it was just that she didn't understand their perspective #not that she was waiting until she had enough information to bring them all down #what the fuck

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smallfrogpleasedtomeetyou · 2 years

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ok but who framed Snotlout during the episode where the twins rule the island

what crime did they commit

and who blamed him

bet it was chicken

she was the real tyrannical ruler of the edge

#how could she #httyd #rtte

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livlepretre · 9 months

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in my family my mom very firmly believes in ghosts and my dad very assuredly believes in the zodiac, but not vice versa, and my siblings and i all solemnly believe in both, and i think this really explains pretty much everything there is to know about our family dynamic

#zodiac #ghosts #personal #oh also my dad is a huge lotr fanatic so we were all raised on it #but my mom doesn't even know what lembas bread is #how could she

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gladiators-spark · 1 month

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yall cant be serious

I did not just wake up to see this

@d4n1y0urf4v ESPECIALLY YOU

#prattles #how could she

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jutsomethoughtsihave · 10 months

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I asked my friend for their opinion on ineffable bureaucracy and they thought that was gabriel/sandalphon im going to kms

#ineffable bureaucracy #how could she #uncultured #swine #its BEELZEBUB #and gabriel #not fucking sandalphon

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speak-now-girlies-unite · 1 year

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earlier i showed my friend the song The Adults Are Talking because it’s infesting my brain and if i can’t find a way to consume it i might die, and upon hearing the beginning, she said

“don’t tell me you’re going through an indie phase”

GIRL. GIRL. GIRL. she just. said that. disrespected a perfectly glitter brain inducing song. said “i mean a few indie song are okay i guess” as if indie songs aren’t gifts from god themself. i guess i’m simply used to the “if it slaps it slaps” mentality because the idea of someone frowning at a song simple because they realized the genre- 😭

#might have to reconsider the friendship for this one #she’s been a good one so far but #how could she #how could she bash on the adults are talking like that #how could she!!#sobbing #musc #the strokes #indie music #indie #genres are not something i pay attention to #as the great lord our god said #”if it slapeths then it slapeths #thou shall not basheth on thine friends songeth for the genre”

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luckyspacerabbit · 2 years

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Aria can ask me to kill mercs, marines, and everything in between but i draw the GODDAMN LINE AT SEDUCING COMMANDER BAILEY

#when she said that i was like. maam i thought u could do no wrong #how could she #aria t'loak #bry plays mele

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just-horrible-things · 1 year

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‘Verse: Resistance Story: Chewtoy AU, co-author @whump-sprite Timeline: The Resistance have rescued Connor from the feds

Something a little different

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Miriam can't say what wakes her. Maybe a cold draft where there shouldn't be one. Maybe a noise out of place. Maybe nothing, or a bad dream.

All she knows is that she wakes with the prickle of fresh sweat across her skin, and a gut-deep certainty that something isn't right.

She foregoes slippers, even though it is cold in here. Bare feet are less likely to make a sound against the carpet.

Maybe she left a window open in the living room when she went to bed. Maybe the unease she's feeling is just her brain suddenly realizing that the rain she can hear pelting down outside will be blowing in to soak the curtains and the carpet.

She pauses at the bedroom door and listens. Nothing but the rain and the wind. It smells like the start of a storm.

The wind's not so fierce yet, but if it picks up it could tear an open window right off its hinges.

Maybe that's why she woke up sweating.

From the top of the dresser she picks up a statuette she bought at a market in Ethiopia, half a lifetime ago. A stylized man with a long face and longer limbs wrapped close around his carved body. She picked him because she liked his sly and slightly alien smile.

Right now, he's a good, sturdy bit of wood.

She turns the door handle with painstaking slowness. As she starts to ease the door open, the wind tries to take it from her hand.

There's most definitely a window open.

Miriam scolds herself for her racing heart. She left the window open, it's the only rational explanation. No one cat-burgles a twenty-first-storey apartment by the window, that's absurd. A burglar would come in by the door.

Nevertheless, she closes the bedroom door behind her with careful silence, and grips her stout Ethiopian friend tight as she creeps down the short hall toward the living room. Thank goodness for modern floors that don't creak underfoot.

The living room door has a substantial gap beneath it, through which the wind is blowing frigid. And there’s – a faint light, cool and flickering, under the door. Miriam’s first thought is that the TV's on. Her second is ball lightning – which is a silly fantasy if ever she had one.

She catches herself holding her breath as she watches to see if the light moves like the sweeping flashlight of a burglar. But it's so faint that she almost convinces herself she's imagining it, or it's just the usual light pollution of the city at night.

If it is a burglar, there's no use opening this door slowly. He'll see either way. So after a single deep breath to psych herself up, she grasps the handle firmly and throws the door open –

– and stops there, mouth open, as all her brave words fly clean out of her head.

There's a witch in her living room.

She stands in the center of the room, haloed in an unholy cyan glow. Black hair, electrified, fans out around her head. Crystals hang in the air around her, sparkling with internal light.

She's just a thin slip of a girl, but the world stands still around her.

The witch meets Miriam's eyes, and puts a single finger to her lips.

Then the wind gusts through the open window behind her. The curtains billow, trying to pull free of their rails.

And the door slams in Miriam's face with a bang fit to wake the dead.

She wrenches it open again immediately, but the witch is gone. And her floating rocks and her eerie light gone with her.

There's just the rain gusting in through the open window, and the curtains flapping like things possessed, and the smell of the storm.

"Hello!?" Miriam demands, brandishing the wooden man. "Who's there!?"

No one answers but the wind.

She should call the police. She almost does, she gets halfway to the phone before she thinks : who's going to believe me?

If she calls up the police and starts raving about a witch vanishing in her apartment they're going to hear a crazy old bat who left a window open and got spooked by the lightning.

She almost doesn't believe it herself and the girl was right there just half a minute ago.

She patrols the living room once, with her wooden friend held out in front of her, a talisman against evil.

Then, because the rain is coming in and soaking the curtains and the carpet, she supposes she should close the window.

She's just leaning out into the wind and the rain to catch the handle, when she suddenly remembers something her da – bless his soul – once said to her.

"Back in my grandda's day," he told her, "they used to leave windows open on the cowsheds at night, to stop witches enspelling the cattle."

"But," young Miriam challenged, taking the bait, "shouldn't they shut the windows to keep the witches out?"

"Ah, back then they had no force on Earth but God Himself could stop witches getting in where they wanted. But the last thing you want is a witch stuck in your byre with nothing to do but put curses on your cows."

It's absolute nonsense, of course. If a witch can get in, why on Earth wouldn't she be able to get out?

Still, something stops her from closing the window.

"If you're still here," she tells the empty room sternly, "you're not welcome. I'm going to go now, and I'm going to leave the window open. So get out," she gestures with the Ethiopian statuette, "and good riddance to you."

Going back to bed is out of the question. She puts on her coat over her nightdress, and her shoes without socks. She takes her hat from its hook and her mobile phone from the Chinese porcelain bowl by the door, and leaves her apartment without looking back.

She calls a taxi as she rides the elevator down, still clutching the wooden man in her other hand.

The image of the witch, limned in light, is burned into her memory. She'll never forget the girl's stare, the way her eyes seemed to glimmer with that same unnatural shine. Like a cat's.

It really happened, she knows it did.

She'll spend the night at Rosie's, and try to make some sense of it all tomorrow by the light of day.

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#my writing #verse: resistance #au: chewtoy #taryn morgen #evil witch scaring an old lady out of her apartment #how could she

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newtwithtdp · 10 months

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THIS MACAQUE DESTROYED A BOOK

#for a good reason and one that probably had been already doomed but #how could she #tdp #the dragon prince #tdp s5 spoilers #side note: i like how amaya's deafness played a role here. i bet if she heard it's fir rayla's parents she would allow callum get the book

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aratakigang · 8 months

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