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i'm girls
girls r like "but he's my comfort character" and then it's literally the most emotionally traumatized man you have ever seen ever
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almost done with camps!! im absolutely exhausted!!
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the fact that the first female human experience barbie goes through is being self conscious and experiencing sexual harassment mirrors how growing up as a girl one day you’re okay and the next all of a sudden you feel bad about your appearance and are receiving unwanted advances is something that can be so fucking important to be recognized in film
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I work at a movie theater.
And personally? To be in the tickets booth, and see young girls, teenagers, adult women, coming in to see Barbie,
the most highlighter pink outfits, some of them coming in with the dolls they’re dressed as, laughing to each other, cheering for each other,
to see the men they’re coming to see it with, dressed in pink, cheering them on, taking their pictures with smiles and cheers in the lobby at the photo op
touches something so deep in me
I can’t say any nuances of the movie that haven’t already been said, but like, fuck man, love is so deep and so kind and to be able to see glimpses of it from behind my little ticket desk makes me a little less nihilistic.
#sobbing#i love this movie#barbie movie#girlhood#womanhood#barbie#everyone should watch it#tommirues reblogs#tommiruewrites
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currently thinking about a modern!stranger things au and taking robin, nancy, max, and el for a girls trip to watch the movie together n then all hugging each other and crying while the credits roll out :((
this is based off of a group of girls at the theater tonight and watching it made me literally start ugly crying so
#stranger things imagine#modern!au#barbie#barbie movie#stranger things au#tommirues rambles#tommiruewrites
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just watched the barbie movie and it was sooooo good oh my god!!!! i actually want to light myself on fire tho!! xx
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WHY DO I CONTINUE TO DO IT
re-reading my old writing has to be a form of masochism at this point
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im so. SO. tired.
i am SOOO excited to get to these requests omg you guys they are so good, but its gonna be a hot second bc im a camp counselor for the next 6 weeks and i will be tireddddd. feel free to keep sending req but know that it will be slow until camp is over!
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omg if u ever get the chance would you write a follow up for the eddie and shy!reader where they confess? 🥺🩵
first part (u don't have to read if u don't want to) fem!shy!reader and best friend eddie confess, 1.6k
You flick a piece of popcorn off of your knee and smack Eddie square in the cheek. His neck snaps to the side to stare at you, tongue in his cheek in indignation.
"That how it is?" he asks.
You smile mock-demurely. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
It's too close to flirting to deny at this point, but Eddie doesn't ever seem to notice. You've been friends for so long that this slow decline into playfulness feels normal.
Eddie digs for the rogue piece of popcorn on the couch cushion behind his shoulders and prepares to flick it back. You cover your face.
"Hey! Cheating, put your hands down."
"No, you'll flick popcorn at me."
The popcorn hits you in the hand. You drop your hands, but quickly retreat into yourself on the bean bag in apprehension as he approaches, a devilish smile playing on his pretty mouth. "Eddie, please don't–" You groan as he drops his weight on top of you, kneeing the back of your thigh hard. "You fucking–"
"Remember when we first met? You never would've cussed at me," he interrupts, boldly putting his hands on you, one at your neck and the other against your cheek.
You wiggle under him. "Get off."
He takes a handful of popcorn from the bucket by your side. It smells sweet like taffy, and a kernel falls from his palm onto your shirt as he eats it. You flick it at him.
"You're aggressively aggressive," he says through chews.
"You're heavier than you look."
"When we first met," he says, poking your cheek with his pinky, you assume so as not to get popcorn crumbs on you, "you could barely look me in the eye."
"That's just 'cos you're scruffy."
"Funny."
Eddie wipes his hand in his shirt and grabs your face again. You go still at his touch, trying to maintain a facade of calm you don't feel.
"This is nicer. I love when you get all shy," —his voice softens slowly, like a meandering river calmed— "your smile… you smile when you're nervous, you know that?"
You tamp your expression into neutrality. "Do not."
"But it's nicer now that you're not nervous all the time. You're not telling me things, but I can handle it."
"I tell you things," you mumble.
Eddie locks eyes with you. He rubs your jaw with his knuckles teasingly, before climbing off of you with an apologetic pat to your knee. His positioning had been less than comfortable. You sit up with a sigh, leg and chest aching.
"You tell me some things," he says.
"I tell you pretty much everything."
"Liar." He crosses his legs, sitting applesauce by the mantle. Sunlight coming in from the kitchen behind him has his hair like silver at the edges where it falls around his face, his arms tense where he holds his own elbows.
"I'm not lying, you know anything worth knowing about me."
It's hard to make out, but you can tell you've upset him. You aren't sure how, but he goes rigid, looking away from you and toward the TV. His side profile knocks the breath out of you, lashes long where they kiss the skin beneath his brows, his nose a strong line you'd like to reach out and trace.
"Eddie–"
"It's alright, I didn't mean anything by it."
The bean bag groans as you kneel on the rug by Eddie's legs. You look around helplessly for aid, and when none comes you drag the popcorn toward you, eating a mouthful morosely.
"I'm sorry for being weird, I just…" Eddie leans back on one arm and whines. "I think I'm getting my meriod."
"That's not funny."
He puts a hand on his stomach. "Do I look bloated to you?"
"I don't know where to start with that one."
Eddie falls onto his back. His act doesn't last very long, and after a few moments he's frowning at the TV again. You look down into the popcorn kernels, white and yellow and brown and fragrant when you give the tub a little shake. You push it away.
"Don't be sad, Eds. If there's something you want me to tell you, I'll tell you."
You're aflame as you say it, because why the fuck would you say that? There's no way he'll want to know what you're afraid to tell him, he'll never ask, but still. It's like offering to jump into turbulent waters.
"I just don't want you holding onto stuff, that's all. Kinda breaks my heart thinking you're a bag of secrets."
"What if it's stuff you don't wanna hear?" you ask with a dry mouth.
"I always wanna hear it if it's coming from you. Can't promise I'll like it, but what, you think I'm gonna care?"
"It's hard to say."
He gestures for you to lay down with him.
You set your shoulder by his and lay down cautiously. Your thigh bumps into his. A line of rings catches the light where his hand covers his ribs.
"I don't want to tell you something about me and have you see me differently," you say slowly, each word strung to the other clumsily as you piece your sentence together. "I like how you treat me now."
"What if I swear things won't change?"
"I don't…" He sounds like he knows you like him. Impossible to describe, only that you know the truth, so he must know the truth too. "You can't, really. Promise me that."
He turns his head to yours, his hair dragging gentle across your shoulder as he moves. You feel his gaze like a flame on your cheek.
"I swear," he murmurs. "Nothing will change. Nothing you don't want to change."
You turn toward him, heart in your mouth, meeting his baby brown eyes head on. You shift your head against the floor to take the weight of it off of your ear, your chin lifting subtly.
This is going to rip your chest open. "I think I'm," —Eddie leans forward, he closes the gap, "in love–"
You can't finish your sentence. Like a magnetic pull, Eddie fits his lips against the seam of your own and you close it, alarmed, not sure how to respond. He cuts your face softly and pushes up, encouraging you to kiss back.
"Wait," you say, eyes painfully open.
Eddie immediately moves away from you. "Sorry," he says, his eyes just as open, twice as wide, "was I not supposed– you're not talking about me?"
"I'm in love with you," you say.
"Yeah, I guessed?"
"I don't know why you're being cranky with me, we both know I won't be able to say it again."
Your throat totally closes as he rubs your cheek, like there's dirt under his thumb. "I've been thinking about kissing you for months, sweetheart," he says. He looks like he might say more, but he leans in again.
You sigh at his touching, his gentle kiss. He smiles into you, sitting up to kiss down with slightly more force. Eddie takes the lead, cradling your face in hands you've never felt so adoringly tender before. His hair starts to tip onto your cheek like strands of silk.
"I think you'll be okay," he says, breaking the kiss to pant in breath. He rubs the tip of his nose into yours.
"There's popcorn in my teeth, please don't kiss me again," you say quietly.
"I love you. I don't care if we swap kernels for the next hour."
"Hour?" you ask, though you're thrumming with a strange anticipation. The reality hasn't dropped, but it's falling fast.
"I've been waiting months," he reminds you, lips at your cheek as he needles his arms under your shoulders. He hugs you. "Aw, sweetheart. I've been seeing you try to tell me now for months, the whole time thinking I couldn't get any more obsessed with you."
"You're obsessed with me? You knew?" you ask.
"Don't freak out."
"I'm gonna."
"Okay, fine, freak out."
You hug him, burying your nose in his hair. He's soft, and warm, and he's heavy where he leans on your chest, but it's perfect. You wonder if this is the precipice of forever now, if you get to have him in your arms like this all the time. You freak out.
"You're in love with me?" you ask.
"Sickeningly."
"I think my face is on fire."
Eddie peels back to look you over. "You're melting," he says agreeably. "But lucky you, your best friend gives the coolest kisses ever."
"You're gonna make it worse."
"Can I?" he asks.
"I have popcorn in my teeth," you whine again.
Eddie knows you better than anyone in the whole wide world. He demands you open your mouth for kernel extraction and you burst into squeamish giggles, squirming out from his arms and whacking your head on the seat of the couch. Eddie chases after you to start a wrestling match you can't win. He doesn't break his promise —the things you don't want to change stay the same. And the things you do want to change? They're perfect, even if it all tastes overwhelmingly of butter and toffee.
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i hope you enjoyed reading!!
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i am SOOO excited to get to these requests omg you guys they are so good, but its gonna be a hot second bc im a camp counselor for the next 6 weeks and i will be tireddddd. feel free to keep sending req but know that it will be slow until camp is over!
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I GOT THE 100 POSTS BADGE?!?!
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re-reading my old writing has to be a form of masochism at this point
#old writing#its so dumb#the vocabulary is weak#why do i do this to myself#i literally get embarrassed for myself#so embarrassing#no thanks#tommirues rambles#tommiruewrites
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hey I was wondering if you can write tobeys peter parker crush hcs?
tysm for sending in this req! i’ve been wanting an excuse to write for tobey’s peter. he deserves more love <33
PETER PARKER CRUSH HCS - T.M.
short little head-canon list for tobey’s peter :))
please remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing!
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peter is such a dork, it’s a little silly
you know him from school, having grown up in the same neighborhood
you hadn’t really talked to him though, because the thought always made every functioning part of your brain turn off
eventually you gather the courage to strike up a friendly conversation, and immediately realize you have the upper hand
he has absolutely no romantic experience
which of course means he’s very awkward
and is unable to identify when someone is flirting with him
which makes you wonder how many people he’s accidentally rejected
he would be completely oblivious to your crush on him
i mean you could make it painfully obvious and he would just think you were being nice
he’s so respectful that he would never dare do anything that could possibly make you uncomfortable
this means that all of your attempts to clue him in are averted by Peter himself
which can sometimes make it feel like your crush is one sided
but that is DEFINITELY not the case
he has an even more massive crush on you than you do him, he’s just more discreet with it
he gets all nervous and clumsy whenever you’re in a 5 mile radius of him
if you talk to him, his palms get sweaty
literally just the mention of you makes him feel all warm n fuzzy inside
but for a genius, this boy is a moron sometimes
because he wholeheartedly believes he has no chance with you
“we’re just friends”
“they could have any guy they want, why would they pick me?”
all of that goes out the window when you kiss him for the first time; sweet and awkward after a late night study session
thats when he finally puts all the pieces together in his nerdy little head and is like
“holy shit… they’ve liked me back this whole time?”
#peter parker fluff#peter parker#peter parker x reader#peter parker x gn!reader#peter parker fic#peter parker hc#peter parker headcanon#tobey maguire#tobey!peter parker#tobey!spiderman#peter 2#spectacular spider man#fluff#hc#marvel hcs
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i just saw the tobey req! i just got home from the hospital and its like 6am so im gonna go to bed, but ill write for it tomorrow! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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can anyone send any asks/reqs for little fics? i really feel like writing again but i can’t come up with any ideas im actually motivated enough to write. you can check my request rules in my pinned post to see who i write for!
#peter parker x reader#eddie munson x reader#ethan landry x reader#fic request#send requests#tommiruewrites
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