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revenantghost · 10 months
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MR. THE STAMPEDE, WHAT DID THIS EBAY SELLER DO TO YOU???
Also shout-out to this GRATUITOUS BUTT SHOT
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etherealdemon · 8 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIDEN JEON!
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gayenerd · 2 years
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imdefnotvanessa · 8 months
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My analysis/thoughts/review of the Barbie movie, in no particular order, and in case this working title doesn't make it clear,
THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE BARBIE MOVIE
First of all, the attention to detail is incredible. I knew that much was true from watching the trailers; yet none of them prepared me for the giddiness I felt in the opening minutes when the Barbies escorted an injured Ken to a medical van that folded out to become a hospital room complete with a pink stretcher! And seeing Barbie's fridge perfectly filled with painted-on cartons of milk had me clutching my husband's arm and whispering to him "it's just like the real Barbie dream house!"
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Speaking of being transported back to my childhood, so many buried memories came crawling back when the different Barbies graced the screen, but I never thought I would get triggered by, of all things, Growing Up Skipper Barbie???? Again, I clutched my husband's arm and loudly whispered to him "I remember her!" and he responded with "Really? There's no way she was a real Barbie doll." (He's wrong though. She does exist.)
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Here is where I'll really dive into the plot. After the audience gets introduced to Barbie and sees her undergo an existential crisis, our heroine gets introduced to the Real World, where she discovers that she did not, in fact, solve the patriarchy with her existence. Now, some may argue that her introduction to the misandry of the Real World is very on the nose, but I'd argue that that's the point. The whole movie is supposed to be self-aware and at times uncomfortable. They practically state at the end of the movie that to be human is to feel uncomfortable sometimes! Unfortunately, a lot of the folks who left one star reviews for this movie were clearly not okay with this. A lot of them seem to have fallen into the trap of thinking subtle = good and overt = bad. What they perhaps fail to consider is that they only like subtle themes in movies because it doesn't bruise their egos as badly.
So while Barbie is spiraling into a deeper existential breakdown, Ken is enjoying life in the Real World because as a man, he's suddenly important. But the icing on the cake of Ken's adventure is that he wholeheartedly believes that the patriarchy has something to do with horses??? Ken's obsession with horses got to a point that every time I saw him and a horse on screen all I'd see was this
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Even though Barbie is overall having a horrible time, we get an absolutely beautiful exchange between her and an older woman at a bus stop. Not going to lie, I cried at this part of the movie. In a society that champions youthful beauty, it warmed my cold dead heart to see an old woman living her life with the confidence of... well, Barbie. "You're beautiful," Barbie tells her, to which she replies "I know it." ICONIC I TELL YOU! And when I tell you that I would kill for this old lady, I'm only partially joking -
Speaking of the old lady, my SIL mentioned a theory she had heard that the old lady is Barbara Handler. It's not canon - or at least, it's not confirmed. Deep down in my heart though, that woman is Barbara Handler.
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Barbie finally finds the kid that had been playing with her, a tween named Sasha, and gets torn to bits by this girl. Watching piranhas eat a poor animal live is less horrifying. At the same time, I could kinda see it coming because I was totally that girl when I was a tween. At that age, I thought that it was silly of me to like glitter and pink, and like Sasha, I resented Barbie for promoting unrealistic beauty standards. So when it was revealed that Barbie isn't actually Sasha's Barbie but her mother's Barbie, I was not really surprised. Older women tend to look at Barbie more favorably than their daughters do. Maybe it's the nostalgia, but maybe it's because the older you get the more you realize that Barbie isn't just a pretty face but an accomplished woman in her own right. Greta Gerwig hides this reveal with some clever misdirection, so it's a satisfying twist in my opinion.
While Barbie is going on her wild adventure, the CEO of Mattel and his goons try to capture her and put her in a box. Again, it's a pretty on-the-nose metaphor for how a lot of people try to keep Barbie in a box of their own pre-conceived notions of her, but once again it's cleverly done. I love the detail of the twist-ties that slowly tightened around her wrists. As a small kid those twist ties were my biggest enemy.
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Barbie returns to Barbieland with Sasha and Gloria and discovers that Ken had brought back something as well: the patriarchy. I honestly did not expect to see Ken go on a corruption arc and turn into the villain but it was such a riot. The movie got even better when Barbie gave up trying to fix Barbieland and the plot cut to an ad for Depressed Barbie that called out the entire theater for our collective obsession with BBC's 1996 Pride and Prejudice series. Everyone in my theater was SCREECHING with laughter. It was a great time.
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Gloria breaks Barbie out of her depression with a speech about the difficulties of being a woman and how women's lives are contradictory. It was a great scene in my opinion, especially considering that Barbie can be quite contradictory herself - she's supposed to be the paragon of an empowered woman, yet she is never allowed to step outside the bounds of idealized beauty standards. The narrator even reminds us the irony of Barbie saying that she feels ugly when she's played by Margot Fucking Robbie in what was one of the best fourth-wall breaks in the entire film.
The Barbies enact a plan to restore Barbieland, which turns out to be quite simple - they just let the patriarchy tear itself apart. This was also one of the best scenes in the entire movie, in my opinion. Not only does Ken lead a D-Day style beach invasion against the other Kens, but they even break out into an awesomely-choreographed musical number. But even better than that, this scene perfectly demonstrates that in a patriarchy, men's biggest enemy isn't women, but other men.
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The conflict resolves with Ken admitting his feelings of inadequacy and Barbie encouraging him to discover his self-worth outside of his relationship with her. And then Ken wears the best hoodie in existence. I cannot stress enough how much I want to own this hoodie.
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And now I will talk about my favorite scenes: Barbie meeting Ruth Handler. The first time she meets her creator is when she stumbles upon her in the Mattel headquarters. The gray, symmetrical office space is transformed into a cozy home, where a woman sits at a kitchen table. Some people that I talked to didn't realize that the woman was Ruth Handler at first, but the sewing machine on the table was a dead give-away in my opinion. It's a very touching moment where Ruth offers Barbie some tea and remarks that she "looks different than she expected" - a reference to her daughter, Barbara. But if this scene almost made me cry, the scene where they meet for a second time made me bawl. Ruth holds Barbie's hands and tells her that she can't let Barbie become a human without letting her know what it is really like. We get this montage of Barbie becoming human - she breathes, her heart beats. She exists in a body that she can call her own. When she returns to the real world, she isn't a doll named Barbie, but a woman named Barbara Handler.
And then she goes to the gynecologist
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fuecroco · 2 years
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plumbella put out a video about their autism, and some of the things i’m like “Oh ok, I don’t experience that, so I’m probably not autistic” but then some things i’m like
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kattahj · 8 months
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The funny thing about ranting bigots who claim that the Barbie movie promotes the "trans agenda" is that they're not exactly wrong. Barbie gives off serious trans lesbian vibes. I mean, she does so in a subtextual, "oh no, we mustn't offend the more moderate bigots!" way, but still. Where they're wrong is of course to be angry about it instead of celebrating Barbie coming into herself.
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Barbie goes from being the doll Barbie to the human Barbara, and this explicitly involves getting her a new set of genitals. Furthermore, this isn't a choice she makes; it's a confirmation of something she has already become.
She also admits that she doesn't love Ken the way he loves her, and goes with Gloria instead. The bond between Gloria and Barbie is the most important one in the story, transcending even the bond between Gloria and her daughter Sasha. Meanwhile, Gloria's husband is of zero consequence and seems to have been shoehorned in entirely as a beard.
Hence, subtextual trans lesbian!
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trybeforeyoudeny · 1 year
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“C’mon Ed’s, there’s gotta be someone here that catches your eye.”
Nancy had dragged her best friend all the way to Indy with the promise of finding him a suitable match- much to Eddie’s dismay. He didn’t want to find a match. He knows he’s not exactly the type of guy people are interested in, even at the gay bar they’re currently drinking at.
What’s worse is the thought of actually finding someone that he’s interested in here just to go back to Hawkins once the weekend is over and wallow in his own self-pity.
“Nope, no one,” he replies dryly before downing the rest of his beer.
“Hmph,” she lets out an irritated noise before raising her glass to her lips, peaking over the top to scope out the crowd. “What about him?” She juts her chin out.
“Who are you… him? Are you serious?” He scowls when his eyes land on the man she’s looking at. He’s practically a ken doll in real life with slicked-back blonde hair and icy blue eyes that are cutting through him from across the bar.
“What? Not into the pretty boy type?” She raises a brow at him and continues her search.
“Obviously not! What about me says that’s my-”he pauses mid-sentence, jaw slacked as he looks past the ken doll and sees the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on.
“What were you saying about that not being your type?” She smirks.
“What? I- oh, shut up!” He groans, not taking his eyes off the brunette on the dance floor.
“Wait, he looks familiar. Eddie, is that-“
“Steve Harrington?!” His eyes widen and his heart drops.
It’s been nearly a decade since graduation but the constellation of moles on his neck and body- Jesus H. Christ, that crop top is doing things to him- and those honeyed brown eyes are all he needs to confirm it’s him, king Steve. But what the hell is he doing here?
“He’s certainly caught your eye,” Nancy snorts from beside him, nudging him up off his seat.
“What the hell are you doing?” He nearly shrieks as she pushes him in the direction of the dance floor.
“What do you think I’m doing? Go talk to him!”
“I can’t just go talk to Steve Harrington, Nance. He’s probably not even gay! He’s gotta be here with someone else playing as their wingman,” he scours the mess of sweaty bodies, searching for anyone else he may know.
“Ha! See? Buckleys here as well! He must be with her,” he smiles proudly but it drops quickly when he feels himself still being ushered away.
“Just go Ed, you don’t have to shove your tongue down his throat, just make conversation,” she urges him, pleading at him with her eyes to give it a chance. To let someone in.
“Fine, whatever. I won’t say I told you so when I’m back here in two minutes with a bruised eye and an even more bruised ego,” he rolls his eyes and shuffles his way towards the crowd, twisting and turning his way around people until he’s stood right in front of the jock himself.
Eddie had always hated Steve in high school- at least that’s what he told himself to hide the embarrassingly huge crush he had on him growing up.
Towards the end of his final senior year, they ran in very similar circles yet hardly interacted face to face. He hated the way the kids absolutely raved about him and his jealousy got in the way of ever giving him a fair chance even when they ended up at the same events as one another. There had been birthdays, graduations, Joyce and hoppers wedding- and though they’d be in close proximity they hardly acknowledged each other.
Eventually, he had heard that he and Robin moved to Indie and had accepted the fact that they would never get the chance to grow their relationship past anything more than reluctant acquaintances.
Standing in front of him now he’s seeing a much different side of Steve. The Steve he knew was a ladies man- a polo-wearing jock who was the captain of the swim team and floated through school without as much as a turned-up nose in his direction while Eddie was the Satan worshipping freak, a name given to him by his lovely classmates.
The Steve standing in front of him now was a completely different person. He’s wearing denim shorts and a cropped top, remnants of glitter scattered across his cheeks like kisses. Eddie has to stop himself from chuckling at the idea of Robin pinning Steve down to apply it, and… eyeliner?!
Eddie feels like he’s about to pass away on the spot and he forgets how to breathe.
“Hello?”
Oh. Oh shit. Right. He’s supposed to be saying something right now, not gawking at him.
“Um, hi?” It comes out like a question and he wants to slap a hand against his forehead. Why did he let Nancy drag him into this situation?
Before he can come up with anything to say Steve’s leaning in oh so close with a smirk on his face, brushing a loose strand of hair behind Eddie’s ear before whispering into it, “do you come here often? I haven’t seen you here before and I’d definitely remember you.”
Eddie nearly scoffs at that because clearly, Steve isn’t remembering him.
“It’s my first time, big boy,” he responds swiftly, a sideways grin painted on his face.
There’s a flash of something in Steve’s eyes when the nickname leaves his lips and Eddie is beginning to realize that Steve may not be as straight as he previously assumed. And well… he doesn’t know what to do with that information.
“What’s your name, handsome?” Steve purrs while twirling one of Eddie’s loose curls around his finger.
“Eddie,” he deadpans, waiting to see if anything clicks for Steve.
It does.
Steve freezes, dropping Eddie’s curl before taking a step back and looking him up and down.
“Eddie,” Steve echoes, big doe eyes widening at the realization.
Eddie looks different now but he’s still the same Eddie he crushed on in the eighties. His hair is cut slightly shorter now and is pulled up into a wild bun with loose curls flying free around his face. His style has toned down since high school but it’s still so Eddie.
He’s still got his dark ripped jeans but his battle vest is traded in for a black shirt with the sleeves cut off, the arm holes dipping low enough to show off the new tattoos covering his ribs. He wants to reach out and touch them.
“So you do remember me, Harrington!” Eddie teases, setting Steve on fire.
“I-yes, of course I do Eddie. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you at first… I think I’ve had too many of those fruity cocktails,” he admits.
“I suppose I’ll forgive you just this once,” Eddie chides, “if you’ll buy my next drink.”
“That I can do,” Steve smiles and oh… oh god his smile. Was it always this breathtaking?
The pair head back to the bar where they find Robin and Nancy deep in conversation, both of them leaning in close and giggling way too much for this to be a casual chat so they sneak past them and don’t interrupt.
Steve orders them both a colourful drink with a little umbrella sticking out of it, something Eddie would never have ordered for himself but he’s delightfully surprised when he takes a sip of the fruity concoction.
“What brings you to Indy?” Steve questions with a tilt of his head.
“Uhh,” he rubs the back of his head nervously. “Honestly, Nance dragged me out here to try to meet some guys. Hawkins isn’t exactly the best place to meet other gay men, y’know?”
“Oh I definitely know,” Steve nods and Eddie feels a weight lift off his chest at the response. “Part of the reason Rob and I moved out here was to be apart of a better community. Although it was hard to leave the kids, Joyce, hop… you.”
“Me?” Eddie’s eyes widen and he jolts back a bit as if he’s been electrocuted. “We weren’t… I mean, we were never close…”
“Yeah but I still had a big stupid crush on you,” Steve admits out loud, so causally that Eddie thinks he must have misheard him until he looks up and sees the nervous look on Steve's face as he awaits some sort of response.
“I… you had a crush on me?” He points between them for emphasis as he speaks.
“Mhm, a giant one. You were kinda my bi-awakening dude,” Steve laughs nervously, hiding his blush behind his drink.
Eddie short circuits.
He can’t believe what he’s hearing but Steve sounds so genuine he has no choice but to believe every word he says.
Had he been blind? Were there signs of Steve’s feelings that he hadn’t noticed? He thinks back to the late summer barbecues in the Hoppers back yard, how Steve always seemed to sit next to him at the picnic tables even when there were other places to sit. How Steve was always quick to offer up his house for the D&D campaigns when he didn’t have to, how he’d driven him back and forth to work for a week straight in 1987 when his van broke down even though the two of them had never spent time alone before that.
He always assumed the little things steve did was because of the kids, because of Dustin. That he was trying to be kind to Eddie because the party cared about them both and he wanted harmony within the group.
Looking back he feels like an idiot.
“Well, between you and me,” Eddie leans in close and Steve leans into it. “You were my gay awakening back in like, middle school man.”
“Middle school?” Steve pulls away with wide eyes.
“Mhm,” Eddie nods, finishing off the rest of his drink to get some liquid courage before continuing. “Eight grade, swim team,” Eddie whistles, leaning back in his seat. “Let’s just say I had no interest in swimming.”
Steve lets out a bark of laughter, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide.
“So why didn’t you talk to me?”
“Are you kidding? I don’t think eighth-grade Harrington would have taken well to the freak having a crush on him.”
Steve winces and Eddie immediately regrets what he said, albeit it is the truth.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he nods slowly. “I’m sorry. I was an asshole back then.”
“You were a kid,” Eddie shrugs. “Clearly you’ve changed. I should have noticed that you were different all those years ago… before you moved away.” But I didn’t want to, he wants to add but doesn’t dare say it aloud.
“Still-“
“Ah ah! Nope, it’s in the past,” he cuts him off before Steve has the chance to spiral. “But now that we’re here, I’d like to get to know the real you more,” he hope he doesn’t sound too forward or worse, desperate.
“I’d like to get the real you as well,” Steve blushes back and Eddie feels as though he might combust. “Why don’t we get out of here? Go somewhere quieter?”
“I’d love to,” Eddie replies, looking down at his lap to hide the heat raising in his own cheeks.
Steve extends his hand to help Eddie down from the tall stool and they make their way out of the bar, giggling and leaning into each other's space, hopeful and excited.
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fanpageknight · 5 months
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Black is the New Pink
Posted: 10/21/23
Title: Black is the New Pink
Barbie x Goth Barbie Reader
Summary: Barbie loves Goth Barbie headcanons
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Word Count: 1k
Barbie Story List/ Master List/ Requests Here
Warnings: None
🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞
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Barbies, not gonna lie. You scared her at first. You're the complete opposite of what a typical Barbie is. All of the bright playful pinks were replaced with blacks. Sparks turn cobwebs.
Your Barbie dream home is a big recreaky old Victorian mansion called "Barbie's nightmare mansion."
Goth Barbie can speak with their human through an ouji board.
Ken, for the longest time, was very scared of Goth Barbie and always thought stereotypical Barbie was in danger. When goth Barbie isn't looking Ken with run up behind them screaming a war cry. He's intetion of "saving" stereotypical Barbie is crushed when you face him. War cries quickly, turning into a whine scared cry as he runs the opposite direction.
"What was that about?" You ask your date. "I don't know. Ken is always a bit strange... he's sweet, though."
It's not until the two of you are officially dating that stereotypical Barbie properly introduces the two of you and shows Ken you are not dangerous or scary. He then runs off to tell the other Ken's to shut down their "operation Save Barbie from scary Barbie before scary Barbie can do scary Barbie things." Literally, none of the Barbies knew the Ken's were planning a full war against you.
You drive a toy hearse with a license plate that says "BarDie" instead of "Barbie"
The first time you kissed Barbie was when you had a one-on-one sleepover and decided to do each other's makeup. You had given her a dark romantic goth look, and she was currently in the process of giving you her signature look. She straddled your waist and leaned over you to do your lipgloss. "There..." She says quietly. The tip of the lip gloss made a slight wet noise as she slowly took it off your bottom lip. The moment of silence spoke a hundred words as you stared into each other's eyes. "Barbie..." She says as you caress her thighs. "Yes, Barbie?" There was so much to say but too few words. "You make me feel strange... but in a good way..." You giggled. "I feel the same way... It's called love~" You slowly guided her to kiss you, and her eyes widened as the feeling was confirmed. You were right. It was love.
You began officially dating shortly after that night.
Her pet names for you may include but are not limited to Batty, Annabelle [yes like the haunted doll], Moonlight/ Starlight, and anything stereotypical like baby, love, honey, angel
Your pet names for her may include but are not limited to Sunshine, Pinky, Princess, and Goldie Locks. More stereotypical things you may call her would be mon amour/ my love, my dear, darling, sweetheart
Almost every night is a sleepover together, taking turns of whose house it's at. Admittedly, it took stereotypical Barbie a while to get used to your house, but once she did, she thought it was amazing.
The decapitated doll heads, ghosts of discounted dolls, and talking paintings no longer fazed her. She even let you put a few things in her dream house, and you kept her bringing a few signature things to your nightmare mansion.
When you decide to live together, your new house is a mix of aesthetic with pink cobwebs and black roses.
"Gahh! Batty, stop leaving your midevil weapons on the floor! I'll break a heel!" Your girlfriend shouts from the other room. "I don't. The ghosts keep playing with them!"
"Starlight? Is that you out there?" Stereotypical Barbie calls from your shared bedroom window. "Yes, my sunshine~," you say, taking off your Michael Myers mask. She playfully rolls her eyes. "Stop scary the more Ken's and come to bed!" You smile. "Yes, mon amour~"
Stereotypical Ken doesn't understand the concept of lesbians, so for a while, after learning you're harmless, he tries to impress you and your girlfriend.
"H-Hey Scary Barbie!" You sighed, giving your girlfriend a plastic strawberry trying to enjoy your beach date. "Yeah, Ken?" You ask looking at him. Ken wore swim trunks that were poorly painted with black glitter. He also seemed to have smeared it around his eyes. "I'm s-scary too." He puffed out his chest. You can hear stereotypical Barbie trying to hold in her giggles. "Yeah. Every scary... Did you get it in your eye?" You asked when you noticed he kept an eye tightly closed. "Yes, it burns," Ken whines. You sigh, standing to help. "Alright, come here, tough guy."
Ken learns what a lesbian is when he sees you kissing for the first time. "Wow! Barbie kissed Barbie!" Stereotypical Barbie looks at you sharing your confusion. "Honey, have you not seen us kiss?" She asked. He looks puzzled. "Barbie is my girlfriend." You tell him. The gears turn in his head. "Barbie... can love Barbie?" He questioned like a puppy, learning a new trick. Then a light bulb sparks. "Does that mean Ken can love Ken?!" You both giggle at them, man. "Of course!" Your love answers. He smiles before running off to tell the other Ken's and maybe find himself a goth boyfriend.
Ken is a lesbian protector.
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accioprocrastination · 6 months
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Estranged (Part 1/?)
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader
A/n: pure fluff - this is a short and sweet one... I think I need to write more parts for this
Summary: Rooster's ex best friend aka. Iceman's daughter comes back to town
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You walk into the Hard Deck with Hangman and instantly head to the pool table.
You're making small talk with Bob who fades back into the background when human ken doll returns to your side.
"How was dinner?" Jake asks you about the family dinner you were dreading all week. The reason you text him to meet you here this evening.
"Awful." You respond with a sigh.
"Is your d-" Jake starts but you cut him off.
"I really don't want to talk about it. Please can we talk about anything other than that?" you snap slightly at your wingman.
He nods in understanding that you're here to get your mind off of what's going on at home.
"How was drinks with Bea?" you ask about a woman he picked up when you two went shopping for snacks after work last week.
He grimaces and you giggle in anticipation for whatever insane story he's about to sprout.
You hear the bell of the door opening and break his gaze, instinctively looking at who is walking in.
Every single thought leaves your head as a good looking guy in a Hawaiian shirt meanders over. He looks in your direction and you double take, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.
Realisation washes over you as your second glance confirms your worst thoughts, that is Bradley, the person you once considered to be your platonic soulmate.
Bradley got hot.
"Bradshaw as I live and breathe!" Hangman shouts over to him and you double take.
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You don't acknowledge him until he follows you to the bar. He stands next to you and moves around until he meets your eye line.
"Were you planning on ignoring me all evening?" Bradley asks sliding closer to you.
You haven't spoken to him since you joined the Navy and moved away. You came back home for top gun, expecting him to be here but he had already enlisted and been deployed without telling you.
There was never a proper goodbye between the two of you, no monumental moment where you consciously decided to stop being friends.
"Hi Bradley." You say giving him a small smile.
"Hi." He responds voice gravely with a mixture of tiredness and alcohol.
It's followed by awkward silence that you're deeply unsure of how to fill.
You once knew everything there was to know about the man before you. Now you feel like strangers.
This is weird.
I'm uncomfortable.
The bar is so busy you know it's going to be a while before either of you are served.
You need to fill this silence; this is horrible.
Fucking say something Y/N, anything.
Your internal thoughts berate you until you open your mouth to talk.
Before you can say anything he speaks up, "12 o'clock is that or is that not the guy that Maddison hooked up with at Jeremy's sweet 16?"
You instantly look over and start laughing as the only person on your nose looks like a wannabe punk rocker - not her type and definitely not someone you went to school with.
"Clearly great taste runs in the family." You wink at him. You instantly regret that response and shake your head grimacing.
He laughs.
"How is your sister? I don't think I've seen her since that party." He theorises.
"She's good. She moved to Texas with her boyfriend from college. I feel like I haven't seen her since that party either." You reply.
"Ah cool, good for her. I never thought she'd leave here, I don't know why." He mutters but you know exactly why he thought that, because you thought that.
"Do you still keep in touch with Jeremy?" You query.
"Not at all! Do you?" he smiles eyebrows raised in intrigue.
"Oh yeah, we talk every day!" you retort sarcastically.
He shoves you playfully, ignoring your cold shoulder as keeps talking.
The silence returns like a wave to shore. You're mentally racking your brain for anything to say.
It'd feel wrong to start small talking with him like you're nothing.
"Do you remember when you shaved my eyebrows off?" He asks out of nowhere.
You giggle at the memory, unable to hold in your laughter.
"What on earth made you think about that?" You question in slight disbelief that he's here laughing with you.
"Don't look but the girl with Phoenix at the moment has totally shaved off her eyebrows to draw them on." He whispers. You instantly turn to look without any subtlety.
"Y/N" Bradley berates you for so brazenly turning.
"You can't say that and expect me not to look!" You try to reason with him.
"This may sound sort of crazy because we haven't seen each other in years but do you want to get out of here? It's really busy in here and I'm kind of hungry. I was thinking we could go to that diner your dad always used to take us to?" He proposes.
You hesitate.
"I know I fucked up. I'm sorry. I should've made more time for our friendship when you moved away. Instead I freaked out and ignored your calls." He says. "I was a shitty friend. If you want to stay here, there's no hard feelings." he adds.
"Thank you for saying sorry. I know that doesn't come easy to Mr Perfect." you tease, booping his nose with your finger. The nickname was bestowed upon him by your kindergarten teacher and you have never stopped ridiculing him for it.
"That should've been my callsign." He smirks jumping out of his seat to lead you to the door.
Part 2
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gay-dorito-dust · 8 months
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Hear me out.
Ken with someone who has stretch marks/scars and beauty marks here and there and Ken is just fascinated with them
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Ken would oh most defiantly be fascinated by the things you’ve been conditioned to believe were unappealing.
So whenever you found Ken just stare at you, naturally you thought he was staring at your many ‘imperfections.’ Completely unaware of the lovesick look within his eyes as he looks you over with a dopey smile.
He can’t help it! I mean look at you! Your so handsome/beautiful/gorgeous/charming and so much more! Ken just wants to admire the masterpiece before him and engrave each and every aspect to memory.
Your beauty marks
Your acne/and or acne scaring
Your stretch marks/ and or scars
Ken will memorise it all because to him, they’re the most beautiful aspects of your person. According to Ken, these things that you don’t like about yourself, served their purpose in enhancing your beauty even more.
Also in Ken’s eyes, having these things made you the most unique person he’s ever met outside of BarbieLand where everyone were basically dolls.
Mini Drabble;
‘Ken…’
‘Hmmm?’
‘Am I pretty/handsome/Beautiful?’
At your question Ken was immediately on his feet and in front of you with worry laced in his cerulean eyes. ‘Of course you are! I’m looking at the most dashing/handsome/pretty/beautiful person I’ve ever meet.’ He truthfully admits, his hands holding your face as his thumbs caressed the places where your beauty marks/acne scarring were. Ken’s voice barely above a whisper as he asked, ‘What’s brought this up sweetheart? You know how I feel about you, is today one of those bad days you’ve told me about?’
You didn’t say anything but that was enough confirmation for Ken as he then said, ‘welp you know what that means.’ But before you could ask what he meant by that, Ken had already begun to pepper kisses against your cheeks whilst his hands kept your face in place, just so it’d be easier for him to love on every aspect of your face with his ‘healing kisses’ or as he calls them whenever you got like this.
Ken genuinely didn’t know why you were forced to feel bad or ashamed of your stretch marks, of your acne/ acne scaring and your beauty marks, and if he ever met the very people who made you feel like that, he’s sooo going to beach them off for making his favourite person upset about their natural body. Your a god/deity/goddess in the blondes eyes, Ken has even made songs about every facet of your body and how much he loves them, along with a long winded verse where he’d wish you loved all these things about yourself as much as he does. However Ken was blessed with an never ending amount of love to give out, so he was more then content to love on them for the both of you, and he’ll continue to love the parts you didn’t like until you learnt to love them yourself; No matter how long that may take, Ken was a patient man who just wants you to be confident in your own skin and see what he was blessed to see.
Even when you do suffer from bad days, Ken will tell you how much he loved your stretch marks or lightning strikes as he likes to call them because of how cool he found your stretch marks.
He’d call your acne/ acne scars ‘twinkle twinkle stars.’ It’s a bonus if any of your acne scars do resemble a star or something similar as he’s absently tracing over them with the pads of his fingers. (I’d like to call my acne and acne scarring stars cuz it makes me feel overall better about them)
He’d write a whole arse essay on why your beauty mark is called a beauty mark for a reason before it descends into ramblings on pretty he found it and how how it’s a distinct feature that helps him distinguish you from the rest in a positive way because of how much he loved your differences compared to others.
Again Ken just thinks your unique, one of a kind for having such things as stretch marks, acne and or acne scarring, or beauty marks.
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Hello! I heard you do requests and I have just the request for you, my friend! *Clears throat* Male Reader x the Rob Zombie version of Michael Myers. I have a HUGE crush on that guy like he is so hot! The prompt can be that they were both childhood friends that had feelings for each other when they were younger and years later when they are grown up, still have feelings for each other. Everything else is up to you. Anyways thank you and have a lovely day! :)
Ooh yay! Thank you for the request, I love the idea, so I’ll try my best to make it what you want! I hope you like it :) and have a lovely day too <3
RZ!Michael Myers x Male!Reader
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Summary: After being introduced in the sanitarium where you had basically been raised, your interest grows over the often-masked, nearly silent boy. But, your fascination comes to a close when he escaped (you soon following suit) and you can’t seem to find him. Years pass and, after moving to Haddonfield, things seem to be weird… and why are they talking about Michael?
Wandering around the facility has become a pastime to you. The doctors don’t class you as enough of a risk to be put under constant surveillance so they let you roam free as you please, watching as patients slowly go crazy with their own thoughts. Boredom is rampant though, something you couldn’t help. That is, until he came.
You aren’t shy about death, you couldn’t be in such a situation without having a strong stomach for such an issue. So, when you hear wind of a killer, just a boy around your age, you can’t help but go find out for yourself. After a few minutes of wandering you come to the previously empty cell, now with a boy sat inside. As soon as his shining blue eyes meet yours, you know you’ll be close…
After a good few years, enough for you to be coming into your early and his mid twenties, you notice that your feelings for Michael (you’d found his name out after a lot of pestering that fateful day) had changed. That what being close constantly did, making you fall deeper and deeper into the hole that is affection.
The blonde hair is no longer synonymous with a Ken doll, as the nurses had previously gifted you (they foolishly believed it would keep you as a manly man, giving you Ken instead of Barbie), no. The colour was now only knows as that of Michaels hair, something you grew to appreciate dearly. Hair that he’d let you comb through on your worse days. He was a kind man, in ways that the others can’t see… no, in a way that they won’t see. And his eyes, how you could stare into the pools of blue, with hidden mysteries and intimacy, for as long as he’d let you… that is, until you get the news that you’ve been released.
Your heart sinks at the news, DR. Loomis explaining to you in a gentle tone that you cannot come back or be within driving distance of the sanitarium.
“It would be bad for you… and for Michael.”
You knew it. It was all because of Michael, you’re too close to him. You’ve done this to yourself… so you run.
Heart pounding in your chest, your feet slap against the linoleum flooring as you race to Michaels room, flinging the door open and yourself into his arms. He catches you with ease, pulling you to him. With frantic words, you whisper to him, urgency and worry lacing your voice.
“They’re making me leave. Come find me. Haddonfield. I won’t forget you,”
Feeling him freeze under your grasp, you know the orderlies are behind you, confirming as they wrap their arms around you. “so don’t forget me. Find me Michael… please.”
After a moment of sullen staring, he turns, the lack of reaction only fuelling your growing concern. You call his name again, wishing for him to know that this isn’t your choice. That you’d be with him forever, if it was. No, all you can do is hope that he’ll come to find you, so you truly can be together.
A year passes, then another and you lose hope of ever seeing the man who had your heart ever again. Tears burn at your eyes as you walk in the streets, greeting you as they remain unaware of who you are. Or at least, who you were. Your heart yearns to brush through his hair again, watch as he makes his masks during downtime, even to just stare into his gorgeous souls one last time. Right now, you’d take anything.
“Yeah, the boogeyman is back and someone’s died already…”
A hushed whisper catches your interest, the use of one of Michaels many aliases making you perk up slightly. Across from you, two men talk of a death, close to Haddonfield and your heart can’t help but stutter in hope as your wish for him may finally come true
The house is dark but your eyes have long since adjusted to the shuttered windows and beams of moonlight being cast through them. You know that if he’s back, he would come here, to be with you once more. Heart pounding, much like the day of your release, you can’t help but feel both excited and fearful.
You may have him back…
but will he want you?
A floorboard creaks behind you and, at breakneck speed, you whip around to find a man. At no less than 6’9, he’s imposing and a figure that most would be intimidated by. But you know him, have known him since you were both tongue. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you watch him carefully, noticing all the ways he’s changed.
“Michael… you came.”
A single nod is all it takes for you to become at parallel with those years ago and you fling yourself into his arms. It’s almost as if he’s a boa constrictor, the way he wraps himself around you. It’s comforting, a feeling you had long since forgotten. His head rests on top of yours, arms encircling your body as you cling to him, desperation filtering through into the embrace. After a few minutes, you pull away, looking up at him.
“I missed you… every day for 845 of them. I- I thought you’d forgotten me. Thank you for coming back, thank you.”
His head tilts, watching you in turn before finding yourself back in his arms, completely at ease with yourself. If you could feel him trembling slightly, you’re sure it’s just your imagination.
Though you had to leave Haddonfield (dating it’s known killer isn’t best for publicity), you can’t be happier with your life. You’d found another town, somewhere quiet and stable, somewhere that you can live with Michael in peace…
*slam*
Well, almost peace. The door of the wooden house slams open and shut, Michael soon shuffling into the room and directing his attention to you, bringing you close to him once more. Though many say the killer has no feelings, you can’t help but reject that, he just needs to trust first. And he trusts you. Opening his palm to you, Michael gestures for you to take what he’s holding. A (preferred colour) mens wedding band lays there and your eyes shine as you glance to him.
“Michael… this is gorgeous.”
Your voice is breathless, an deep awe detailing just how flustered but pleased you truly feel. His other hand comes out, showing off a matching black band around his finger.
“Oh. Oh Michael… I do.”
Turning in his arms, you raise the mask for your lips to meet his. He presses into you, albeit lightly, and makes sure to keep you close.
Hell, maybe you’d be forgiven if you went back to Haddonfield after dating it’s killer, but you sure as shit can’t go back now. And who’s to say where the rumours started, it may or may not have been you. After all, who wouldn’t be proud of who you are and what you had accomplished? What is the rumour? Well…
Its the rumour of the Boogeyman’s husband.
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So some somewhere somehow Product Shots for the Barbie The Movie Perfect Day Barbie and Perfect Day Ken Dolls got uploaded, grabbed these from a_plastic_tan on insta, who's posts mention June 1st as the release Date, so I Guess June 1st launch confirmed for these two at least. Barbie Looks amazing imo in these pics, and Ken... he's just ken lmao. His hair is styled nice here tho.
Also These 3 images of Barbie standing in front of her Dream House, Leaning on her Car, and Ken at the Dream House popped up, and I am now Certain the "Biggest Dream house Ever" Mattel mentioned in their Investors Call is gonna be a Movie Dream House. Ain't no way that's just a backdrop made for these photos.
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aeoris4lovers · 2 months
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“this almost feels right, it’s like a ken doll”
trans dorian CONFIRMED and no one can tell me otherwise
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frog4278 · 8 months
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Saying this here and not on Twitter because if I did I would probably get blasted by a laser from space but I wish more people kept the fact that Barbie is asexual, or at least on the ace spectrum, after she's become a human in their fics because it's confirmed that all of the Barbies and Kens in Barbieland are asexual due to being dolls, and it's rare to get asexual rep in mainstream media, or any for that matter.
And it would just be cool for a character seen as very physically attractive because "no sex only sexy" is very real and common.
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 months
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Ignore this if you want but please write a ryan gosling!Ken x Shy!human!Reader? Like I can’t stop thinking about Ken being human and a dad of a infant son who’s a mommy boy and Ken brings them to Barbie land, just hardcore fluff? Like everyone is happy to see the reader again but also happy to see a baby. So cute shy reader brings her infant son to girls night. 💖💖💖💖💖💖
"You think they'll like him?"
"They'll love him, [y/n]. I'm sure of it." Ken popped his head out of the camper van's window, smiling as he saw you sitting outside on the lawn chair.
You weren't the only people making a trip back to Barbieland, however, as you were currently cradling your pride and joy:
It was your infant son, who had the same hair color as you, and the same bright blue eyes as his father.
Yes, the baby was also Ken's.
After he decided to become human with your help (and a whole lot of patience), he was finally at a place where he felt genuinely happy with his life and purpose:
He started working for Mattel to advocate for the Ken dolls and skyrocket their sales, got married to you--his owner who finalized his decision to leave all his dollness behind, and settled down in a house that you could both call your own.
Despite all of these great happenings, however, he did feel like something else was missing.
Something that he desperately wanted to experience as a man.
And no, it had nothing to do with horse or beach or patriarchy.
It was fatherhood.
During his second time in the Real World, he's seen families bonding with their kids in movies, books, and even just walking down the street.
He was a bit embarrassed about obsessing over horses and ignoring the beauty of humanity happening all around him back then.
But now? He got to truly appreciate it.
While Ken didn't explicitly tell you that he wanted to know what it's like to raise a family, you could just tell from his lingering stares and smiles that he would give anything to experience that.
So you had some conversations about it, and you were absolutely happy to have a kid with him.
Yet after coming home from the clinic with the confirmation that you were pregnant, he became utterly terrified, his mind cluttered with the "what-ifs"?
He knew that he messed up a lot as Barbie's handcrafted boyfriend, and even as a human...that guilt followed him back to the Real World. He may have left behind the pastels and plastics, but these overwhelming emotions stuck to him like super glue.
He's just so, so afraid of screwing up again. Or that his expectations of fatherhood will fall short and the kid will hate him if they knew what he-
But you reassured Ken he was going to be a great father; him worrying about raising them right before they're even born just shows it.
Those nerves finally went away the moment he got to hold his son in the delivery room, sobbing after he realized he helped create this beautiful life with you.
Something that he, a dumb blond plastic doll who only knew how to do beach, never thought he'd get to experience.
Like Barbie, he finally got to be the creator...rather than the created.
Now he couldn't wait to revisit Barbieland with you and introduce his child to everyone there.
You've taken a trip there a few times before, so you were well aware of the long rollerblade-snowmobile-camper van-tandem bike-rocketship-speedboat-convertible journey ahead.
This time however, you were reasonably nervous, given you now had one extra fragile passenger to take care of.
Luckily, it's been a rather smooth trip so far, and your son didn't make a single fuss.
Not in the freezing cold during your snowmobile ride...and not even when a mama bear was currently emerging from the surrounding woods, approaching you both. You still held him closely, staying calm and cool, knowing these animals wouldn't hurt you.
Ken, on the other hand, damn near jumped out the window to drive the scary beast away--his newly-acquired dad instincts kicking into maximum overdrive.
But you took notice and hushed him, before turning back to the bear who was now sniffing you and your son with curiosity. You got to pet her on the head, and eventually she huffed and left you two alone.
"See?" You glanced back at your husband, amused that his torso was now halfway out the window. "Seriously, Ken? There's a door y'know."
"W-Well...had to make sure my family is safe! But I see you got it under control...g-good job, sweetie!" He forced a smile, although he was clearly struggling.
"....are you stuck?"
"......maybe."
'Great...now I'm dealing with two children.' Shaking your head, you gently set your baby in the carrier, before going to help Ken.
Yeah, this trip was going to be longer than you thought.
And not because of the kid.
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"Barbies! Kens! Allan! We're back!"
"Oh my god!"
"Everybody STOP what you're doing!! It's [y/n] and Ken!!"
"Hi [y/n]!!"
"Hi Ken!!"
"Welcome back guys!!"
"Ken, dude!!!"
"[Y/n]! How you've been-??!"
"Guys, guys..at least let us get out first." After stepping out of the car, you looked around at the dolls surrounding you and Ken, seeing that Barbieland had gone through some changes since the last time you've seen it.
Nevertheless, it still felt warm and welcoming. Like your second home at this point.
With a bashful smile, you cradled your son closely to your chest, sighing as you wondered how you'll break the news to them. You were never one to make huge announcements...especially as everydoll here now had their eyes on you.
Weird Barbie--now in a uniform fitting for the garbage workers here--was quick to notice the bundle of blue you were holding, tilting her head. "What's that you got there, hun? A gift for us?"
"O-Oh! This is...um-"
"Oh it's not just any gift you can buy, Weird Barbie," Ken interjected, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around you, smiling from ear-to-ear. "We have brought to you the gift...of life!!"
There was a silence so loud, you could almost hear crickets chirping from the other world.
"...he means we had a baby boy." You bluntly stated, uncovering some of the blanket so they could see your child.
At first there were gasps, before there were cheers and smiles all around as they came closer to congratulate you both.
The Barbies cooed at how adorable your son looked, while Midge asked you if he just "popped" out of your belly like her Real World counterpart (to which you said no, of course).
Meanwhile, Ken struck up a conversation with the other Kens, who had their own praise to give and told him about all the cool jobs and other opportunities they've gotten since he left.
Of course, though, he was the first among them to be a dad besides Sugar Daddy Ken.
"But enough about us, and more about your son..." Tourist Ken spoke up, leaning forward. "Tell me, is he shaping up to be a "beach boy" like his dad?"
"Nope. He's...definitely a momma's boy." With a warm smile, Ken looked to you, seeing how his son clung to you while looking mesmerized by all the colorful and sparkly things in the cul-de-sac. "But he has my eyes and...that's enough for me."
A small chorus of "awh's" were heard, but before all the guys could start spouting about the sports they wanted to teach your son, he noticed you approaching them.
He stood right up, his focus on you. "Yes, my love?"
"Oh! So..I was wondering..uh--girls, c'mon." You huffed to the giggling Barbies behind you, shooing them away. Then you turned back to your husband. "Anyways, they um...invited me to girls' night tonight. And they're hoping our little guy can come along, too!"
"........."
"It'll just be for a few hours, I-I promise." You nervously added, suddenly remembering how he felt about that event. "I won't be-"
"I don't mind if you two go."
You blinked. "...you don't?"
"Nah, the Kens said they're having their own boys' night on the beach...which so-happens to be tonight as well!" His grin returned. "You have fun with the ladies. You'll know where I'll be."
Those words brought a huge smile to your own face, and you stepped forward to peck him on the lips. "Thanks, sweetheart. You boys have fun.." Your gaze flickered to the male dolls. "Try not to "beach-off" my husband while I'm gone."
After that, you turned and walked back to the Barbies, while Ken stared at the other Kens, noticing their bewildered expressions.
"What?"
"Th-That was an actual kiss."
"I've never seen one like that before!"
"H-How did you do that???"
"...it took practice, and don't forget..I'm human now, too." He chuckled, feeling a bit smug. "Humans kiss very differently."
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wanted to send this to boyfridged but I saw that you were shadow banned 🫡 but it's always so jarring seeing writers try and turn Jason into a "ladies man" or whatever, he's so clearly not interested and non equipped to be in a relationship and the way they handle it each time is so funny because there's clearly 0 effort put into it and it's a shame because when he first came back part of what made his character interesting was that he was almost a subversion of the gritty 90s antivillain without most of the macho hyper masculine aspects in short to me he's like a Ken doll ❤️
essentially! i think winick def did also allow himself to drift into the macho stereotype a bit, but jason's youth and sensitivity was a much more prominent theme at the time. the tears! the focus on his role as a child to a parent rather than any other kind of bond...
the thing for me is that i'm not even against him getting a romantic storyline in general. though that's in far, far future, because as you said yourself, i don't think this is something he is even interested in at all, and most def not at this point. but i don't think that it should be these fleeting romances? others have already expressed the sentiment, perhaps more precisely, but jason is not someone who takes love lightly. if there's anything he takes lightly at all. there's both the expectation of commitment and his own abandonment issues that would affect any relationship tremendously. but dc doesn't even afford the exploration of it in his friendships. we just get characters dropped at him (like steph and dana even...) with a couple of lines about how they are best friends and with them already knowing pretty much everything there is about jason... but as readers we know that this is the kind of vulnerability that he's been chasing for very long and was always denied. at times, by himself too. is this not something that deserves more than a stray panel dumping that info on us?
and speaking of stray weird panels, not sure if you've read rh: the hill #2 yet but i just wanted to confirm that the make out session panels did not, in fact, contribute anything to it!
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