#Barbie Pouch

[rai-knightshade-art]

Alright last one cause i promised myself I'd limit to just one set of Blorbos (otherwise this wouldn't be an art blog anymore).

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[champagnemamistore]

[allylikethecat]

Ally! Vampire fic still amazing and I am still salivating for more!!!!!!! Fictional!Ross telling Matty he died I can’t….. like could he be any more vague?? 💀💀 I know he didn’t explain because he feels it’s not his place but omg I can’t wait for when fictional!Matty to realize he’s a vampire I feel like he’s gonna be so cutie and curious but first I know we must be sad because Matty has a lot to process and is still having to grapple w addiction and fictional!George feels guilty for turning fictional!Matty and is in fact traumatized

Anyway I hope your day has been amazing!! Are you gonna listen to the brat remix album? Tbh when brat first came out and everyone was hype I felt a little left out because it’s not really my favorite genre but I will say after listening more and more some songs are growing on me and I think I’ll give the remix a try!!

Now time for random questions because I said so

- Pink and green or brown and teal? (I was having a conversation about nostalgic color combos earlier today with a friend and we established those color combos held the most memories for us lol)

- what’s the last thing you dressed up as for Halloween?

- Do you like candles? If so do you have a favorite scent or genre of scents?

- Which Match sister do you most relate to?

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Ahhhh hello my dearest Smoothie Anon!!! Thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to send me this lovely ask!

I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed the new chapter of The Vampire Fic! Poor Fictional!Ross was like I did not sign up for this 😂 and he does not know nor does he want to know the details of Fictional!Matty's death Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George aren't the only ones traumatized by it!

OMG once Fictional!Matty gets it together a little bit he's going to be SO EXCITED being a vampire is like all he's ever wanted he is SO HAPPY even though he's a bit squeamish and the idea of drinking blood freaks him out and makes him nauseous which isn't ideal... BUT FIRST he has to deal with the fact that he is an addict and also... died (Fictional!George isn't dealing with that fact any better than Fictional!Matty is)

I really enjoyed the Brat remix album! I've been a fan of Charli since the Boom Clap days, she always made fun like feral party girl music that we would pregame to in college 😂 It's so funny, I told my friend's daughter (she's 15) that the Brat album was going to blow up (at this point on Von Dutch and 360 had been released) and she was like "OK Ally you're just old" and then it DID and she was like "Okay so maybe you were right" and I felt extremely validated. I Might Say Something Stupid remix is SO GOOD but WOW did it make me SO SAD that it won't be on the regular rotation - Apple remix with The Japanese House though?! Incredible and while still sad didn't break my heart the way IMSSS did.

QUESTIONS these are so fun

Pink / Green is for sure more nostalgic for me because I was THAT girlie, but these days I would probably gravitate towards Teal / Brown - I live in the southwest and those are very south west coded colors

I was Barbie and Pop was Nibbles / the Barbie horse 😂 We dressed up for a costume class at a horse show. It was fun, I had a long blonde wig on under my helmet and Pop had a hot pink saddle pad, bright pink polo wraps, and I put glitter hoof polish on his feeties and painted the Barbie logo in bright pink on his butt. He hated it, I was so amused, he tried to buck me off because he didn't like the ribbon i tied in his tail and my trainer had to like very quickly untie it before I died 😂 My farrier was also very unimpressed by the glitter hoof polish - it wouldn't come off which was bullshit because it was literally MADE FOR HORSES and supposed to just come off with water. It didn't.

I LOVE candles! I have one burning pretty much 24/7 when I am home. I love the "fall" / "woodsy" scented candles. Think apples, pine trees, leather, musk, that kind of vibe

Ok imma be so honest I don't know what the Match Sisters are I'm sorry 😭

Thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to send me this lovely super wonderful ask!! I hope you are doing well and that you continue to enjoy my work. I hope you are having the BEST weekend!!

❤️Ally

[memy677]

[nalgenes]

i need to do drink driving simulator fuckkk it’s been so long (get drunk and play american truck simulator). It’s so fun. Barbie Cookie Camper:

[trickycactus]

but you have to admit its pretty impressive how dylan mulvaney has peak transed the entire country like that

[imheresowhatnow]

it’s funny how many people can’t see through the ‘i'm so sweet’ type of manipulation. like ok good luck with that lmao

[dr-spectre]

Hey all, so i wanted to discuss something a little bit different compared to my usual Splatoon ramblings because i have something that's been floating in my brain for a while now and I really wanna talk about it! But don't worry, I'll tie it back to Splatoon in this blog post!

So i have been seeing a lot of criticisms towards the new "hit game" Concord and a lot of it is very VERY well deserved. And one of the MANY criticisms is aimed towards the character designs and mostly on these characters who have become punching bags for the entire gaming community.

NOW! Let me come and say it, i am NOT going to be defending these designs at all, i am NOT a professional character designer but, these designs are flat-out dogshit and it's not for the reasons you think. I am not saying these character designs are bad because "WAHH!!!! FAT PEOPLE!!! WAHH!!! I HATE BLACK PEOPLE!! WAHH!! I CAN'T GOON TO THIS CHARACTER NOOO!!! WAHHH!!! I ONLY WANT STRAIGHT WHITE BARBIE DOLLS TO JERK OFF TO!! WAHH!!" If you're someone like... ahem.... asmondgold. And whine about how you can't goon to these characters and you're scared of fat and black people. Then you need to fuck off and genuinely go outside. And like... Idk, jump into a pit of lava.

The reasons why these designs suck is because they have terrible silhouettes, poor balancing, too many random colours that have no harmony whatsoever, lack of strong shapes and a lack of any clear cut qualities to tell us who the fuck these characters are. A good character design will tell you who a character is based on looks alone.

Let's take a look at how to properly do character design in a video game, shall we?

We will first start off with an iconic tank character, Heavy from TF2.

Heavy has a strong use of squares on his body, arms and hands, showing us that he is a strong and meaty character. Squares are used in larger characters to show that they are durable and strong. Heavy also has appropriate accessories on his body to show us what kind of character he is, like his bandolier, pouch, fingerless gloves and tactical looking vest. His legs are also small compared to the rest of his body which tells us that he probably isn't the fastest runner out there.

All of these simple design decisions the characters designers chose to include add up to create an iconic character who you can gather that he is a large and in charge weapons expert from the design alone.

Tell me something, what the FUCK do you get from this character?

He's a big person... That's it. I can barely gather any sort of character traits from this character. There's nothing. THEIR GUN IS FUCKING BORING TOO! AT LEAST HEAVY HAS A BIG ASS GUN! THAT'S JUST A BASIC BITCH ASSUALT RIFILE!

Now let's look at another iconic tank character. Reinhardt from Overwatch.

Reinhardt has a VERY strong silhouette, with his iconic helmet with the 3 spikes/horns, his giant shoulder pads, the pointy tips on his boots, his... groan... flap? thingy? idfk what that is but anyways, Reinhardt is an iconic tank character because his design is super well balanced, his concept of a futuristic knight is dope, and the lion emblem on arm showcase Rein's personality and origins.

I genuinely get nothing from this design. Like... Fuck all, i get NOTHING!!!

They are a tank character with a big gun... Okay? Is there... any cool details? Uh... there's a tiny flag.... What the fuck is that supposed to tell me about the character? The silhouette is boring, the character looks like a Fallout knock off. It's just... BORING!!

I could talk about the other tanks in Overwatch and how incredibly well designed they are compared to Concord's "anchors" and other classes but i don't wanna be here all day. Just know that D.VA slaps, Doomfist slaps, Ramattra slaps, ALL OF THEM SLAP HARD AND HAVE SUPER GOOD SILHOUETTES AND COLOURS!!

Now for our final "tanky" design, let's roll it back to Splatoon and talk about a character who is bigger compared to the rest of the cast.

BIG MAN!

His silhouette is actually so well done and is a masterpiece in character design, it is so incredibly distinctive and unique from other characters. He has a unique headpiece too, he has these droopy eyes that give him a relaxed look. He has some cool patterns, he's just a really well designed character that you can gather his personality from really well.

The reason why Concord's character designs fail is because it feels like Sony brought in a novice fashion designer to make characters in an hour and call it a day. The only designs from that game i can say with my full chest are okay are these guys, and even then they have ISSUES!

Haymar is supposed to be this fire user yet nothing tells me that they use fire. It's so easy to... oh i don't know... USE MORE RED?!?!? ADD FIERY PATTERNS?!?! WHY IS SHE COVERED IN FUCKING ANAL BEADS?!??! HELLO?!?!??

Roka is just.. fine, her colours suck but... I guess i like the helmet?

When the best looking characters out of your fucking 5V5 HERO SHOOTER are just... eh? You know got a massive problem. If we take a game like TF2 you can see just how well the designs are at showing the player what kind of personality and traits they have.

Scout has rolled up pants with tight socks on, bandages on his hands and a cap on his head, showing us that Scout is a fast and somewhat reckless character who gets into trouble but can get out due to his speed and wit. Medic has a simple pallet of white and red which are common colours used in hospitals and doctors. I could go on but you get the point.

If you're going to create a new hero shooter with a large roster, for the love of god, actually have characters with better silhouettes, colour balancing, accessories, etc.

Take a page out of their books and come back with a better fucking game. Or not. Sony... You piece of shit. You ain't beating the "PS5 has no games" allegations with these wack ass games. (This is coming from someone who has a PS5.)

[archerinventive]

This one goes out to all you Barbie lovers getting ready to flood the streets with pastel pink this Halloween. :)

I had a lot of fun on this most recent pink gem adventure pack, now on its way to its new adventurer.

You can get your own adventure pouch in any custom color via the shop here. :)

https://www.etsy.com/shop/ArcherInventive

Have a splendid evening all. 🩷

[turvi]

Hi! Shortcake here, i j wanted 2 request a rodrick x sweet reader, the kinda girl that rlly enjoys pink and skirts and things like that. Ty, have a nice day! <3

First of all, love the nickname..second thanks for the request. I hope you like this.

"Rodrick, don't blink."

"Because you are literally poking my eyes with your finger," Rodrick argued. He had agreed to let Y/n do his makeup today. He was amazed at the amount of makeup she had and was just ready to be her guinea pig.

"I'm being very gentle Rodrick, if you could just stay still then my fingers won't poke you."

He melted at her sweet voice. His eyes fluttered at her gentle touch. They were so different yet they were made for each other. He smirked as an idea crossed his mind. "You wanna use glitter next?"

Y/n gasped "Would you let me?"

Rodrick just wanted to smush her cheeks and kiss all over her face. She looked extra cute today in her all-pink attire and a matching hairband. "Of course, I would." He took out the glitter pouch from her hot pink makeup kit and handed it to her.

Rodrick couldn't help but love her more as she giggled and started applying glitter to his cheeks.

She gasped "Oh my gosh Rodrick you look so pretty."

Rodrick smushed her cheeks and smacked kisses across her blushing cheeks. "Thank you lovie."

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The next day Rodrick would glare at anyone who even tried to make a sound when they saw Rodrick in full makeup. He has always been protective of Y/n's feelings since day one.

The boys in school who called her childish and pretentious for her all-pink attire would don a purple bruise on their faces the next day.

When Rodrick volunteered to teach Y/n to play the drums he painted his spare drumsticks pink, and when she found out she kissed him until his cheeks turned to her favourite colour.

He somehow convinced Susan to get him a pair of pink socks so he could match with Y/n when she wore her own pair of pink socks.

Sure her pink aesthetic clashed with his emo aesthetic, but nothing makes him happier than seeing his girl happy when they match.

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Once Rodrick had visited her home and he was genuinely impressed how she managed to get everything in pink and still make her room look good.

All her shampoos, her dresses and even her pillow were in various shades of pink. Rodrick nicknamed her doll because she resembled a Barbie doll. He even managed to get her a Barbie doll at Christmas that he claimed looked like her. In return, she dressed up her Ken like him, and he made sure she placed it next to her Barbie doll.

Every time he would visit her he would first make sure his Ken doll is with her Barbie doll.

Rodrick started collecting random things just because they are pink-coloured. Movie tickets, guitar picks, flowers, bottle lids etc. He would collect them and give them to Y/n the next time they meet.

He never thought he would like the colour so much, but he would bring all the pinks in the world to her just to see her smile.

A/N: REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED IF YOU LIKE THIS.

[kitchen-spoon]

Steddie in their 30’s who on a Random Thursday night after putting their kids to bed decide to go smoke weed for the first time in a few months in the garage.

Steve almost never smokes anymore so Eddie does all the prep work, even holds the bong for him. They take their hits and head back inside Steve already immediately scared and following closely behind Eddie basically hiding behind his back.

“Eddie I feel weird, like space barbie or something and there are definitely overly glittery pink aliens after me. I can feel their giant eyes on my back.”

“Its gonna be okay baby, we will land you in the safe zone soon with the emergency fruit snacks and a fresh bottle of water with ice.” Eddie assured as best he could letting himself crack a smile at the stars so Steve wouldn’t see.

Unlucky for them (well mostly Steve who had blasted off to paranoid planet) their kids are sitting at the table. Both girls in their night gowns, teddy bears in hand with hands rubbing at their eyes.

“Daddy? Papa?” Gracie their youngest says.

They both stand like deers caught in head lights at the font door. Eddie feels Steve’s hand grip into the back of his shirt tighter and snaps into action.

“Okay Barbie mission to the safe zone starting, head down, lets go.” Eddie grabbed Steve pulling him into his side as he guided them to their shared bedroom with a quick “one second girls.” Thrown over his shoulder.

“Who are you talking too?” Steve questioned trying to lift his head.

“The aliens.” Eddie guided it back down. Somehow he knew that answer would induce less panic. He flicked on the colourful lamp and gave Steve the remote knowing the colour options would keep him entertained long enough. With a final kiss to the forehead and a promise of snacks Eddie was out the door.

He stood in the hallway to the kitchen and took a deep breath. He had been high enough in his teen years at school. He could do this. He could lock in. He walked into the kitchen and the small delusional part of him that believed his 6 and 8 year olds tucked themselves back into bed withered away. The girls were still there looking confused.

“Daddy why did papa go away? Is he okay?” Gracie asked.

“Papa is fine just not feeling good thats all.”

“Did he have too much adult juice again?” Daisy asked this time.

“HAH.” Eddie couldn’t help the laugh he barked out at that. “No no just a migraine, he is getting some rest now.”

“Why were you in the garage if papa has a migraine?”

“Okay how about my turn for questions, what are you two doing up?” Eddie deflected, he would miss these days when they became snarky teens who caught on to shit like that.

“We want a snack daddy.” Gracie asked.

“Please.” Daisy added belatedly.

“How about this, fruit pouches in your room, NOT in bed though.” He was already getting the apple sauce pouches out of the fridge. He ushered them down the hall back to their rooms with a lamp on and a warning he would be back in 15 minutes to make sure they went to sleep.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Dollhouse 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as fear, coercion, violence, noncon/dubcon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk. 

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 

Summary: Five girls move into a shared residence for the upcoming school year but not all is as it seems. 

Characters: Jonathan Pine, Captain Syverson, Steve Abnesti, Lloyd Hansen, and Peter Parker 

This fic features five named readers; Ann, Lulu, Polly, Barbie, and Molly. This chapter features Ann and Lulu. Please note that characters may switch but will maintain second-person POV.

Note: Hello again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3 

Love you all until you can’t stand it. Take care. 💖 

You take your time unpacking. The more you think about the others, the more nervous you are. Peter’s nice enough and the others didn’t seem so bad but they’re still strangers to you. Everything about this is strange. New home, new school, new city... 

You put away the last of your clothes and unzip the smaller pockets. You put away your charging cords and the little bits and bobs tucked away. You leave your pouch of toiletries on the dresser, a mirror mounted to it, and put your straightener and curling iron beside it, adjusting them until they’re perfectly horizontal. 

You make yourself turn away before you can get hung up on the little imperfections in the wood. You pace in a full circle around the room then stop by the window. You nearly scream as an unexpected figure looks back at you. 

Steve, the security guy, looks just as surprised then laughs at himself. His eyes crinkle and he waves. You don’t know what else to do but return the gesture. You back away shyly and cross your arms. 

Maybe your dad is right. Maybe you aren’t cut out for college. It’s so confusing when he says that, he’s the one who wanted you to go so bad. 

You stop by the bed as you hear the other girls coming down the stairs. You don’t move. If you’re still enough you might just disappear. Or at least, you won’t make enough noise to remind them of your existence. 

No such luck. The knock on your door jolts you from your inaction. You don’t answer it right away. You could make an excuse. You could say you have a headache or that you’re tired. The latter isn’t entirely untrue. 

You can’t. You don’t want things to be like they were before. You can’t let yourself be the odd one out. 

You go to the door and open it. It’s one of those girls. You don’t remember her name. She has silvery purple eyeliner and glossy lips. 

“Molly, was it?” She smiles and giggles, a small flutter in her fingers as she sways. “I’m Lulu, remember?” 

“Oh, yeah,” you utter quietly. 

“We... we’re...” she looks behind her, “we’re going to make some drinks and play some ping pong--” 

“Ping pong?” The door next to yours opens, startling both you and Lulu. “I’ve been waiting for some real competition.” 

“Oh, hi, er... Peter?” 

“Luanne, right?” He counters. 

“Lulu,” she corrects, “you can come too!” 

She giggles again. It’s not really humourous, more of a brittle crackle. When she does it, she almost twitches. She’s nervous. That makes you feel a little less so. You’re not the only scared one. 

“Awesome,” Peter shuts his door, “you coming, Moll?” 

You nod, surprised by his pet name. Moll? Your dad calls you Molly Anne but you like Molly just fine. You close your door and follow Lulu as she leads the way. You’re overly aware of Peter right behind you. 

As you get to the kitchen, there’s a squeal. Barbie, the bouncy one, shakes moisture from her fingers and laughs. The other girls join her. 

“You’re making such a mess,” the other girl, you think her name was Polly, chides. 

“It ain’t fun if it ain’t messy,” Barbie chirps back then glances over at you. “Oh, there they are. Finally. We’re about to get started.” 

You smile and Lulu skips ahead. She watches Barbie as she wipes up the mess then grabs the bottle and fills the lined up shot glasses. Peter steps up beside you, his elbow brushing yours. “Tequila, huh? You girls ready to get wild?” 

“Think you can handle it?” Barbie goads. 

“You know it. How about we make it interesting?” 

“How’s that?” Barbie wonders, the other girls look between them, you included. 

“Ping pong. Losers take a shot each round.” 

“Hmm, well there’s six of us and only four paddles,” she tuts. 

“We’ll do a tournament. Three teams.” Peter suggests. 

“That works, I guess,” Barbie shrugs, “everyone in?” 

You peer around and nod as the others do the same. You don’t want to be the party pooper. You’ve never played ping pong before. 

“Dibs on Molly,” Peter nudges you with his elbow. “Ready to win, partner?” 

You peek at him and shrug, “sure, but uh, I might not be very good.” 

“I’ll take whoever,” another girl, the only one you haven’t met, says. She meets your gaze and smiles, “I’m Ann by the way.” 

“Molly,” you reply, this time remembering to do so. 

“Me and Polly will make it fair and won’t team up,” Barbie says, “how about it, Lu?” 

Lulu giggles, “alright!” 

“Guess it’s me and you,” Polly says to Ann. 

“Alright, we got our teams but we’ll do some inaugural shots first! We have to christen this place!” Barbie whoops and takes a shot glass. “Come on, everyone.” 

You don’t move until Peter does. He’s the first one, and the most eager, to join Barbie. Ann follows and Lulu’s close enough to take a glass, and Polly takes one with a trite look.  

Barbie raises her glass, “cheers.” 

You echo her and you watch the others drink before you do the same. You cover your mouth as you swallow, eyes watering, nearly choke. Lulu looks just as shocked by the sear of the alcohol and the other hiss and laugh about it. 

“Holy shit, that’s strong,” Peter slams his glass back on the counter. “You bring that, Barbs?” 

“Barbie,” she corrects him once more. “Yes, only the best.” 

“Hmm, I think it would go great with pizza,” Peter says, “my treat. How about it, girls?” 

“Pizza?” Lulu says hopefully. 

“Can’t drink on an empty stomach. Or ping pong. Trust me, you don’t wanna touch a paddle without a good meal in ya,” he snickers. 

“You’re goofy,” Barbie says, “but I am starving.” 

“Me too,” Polly agrees. 

You nod in agreement and your stomach rumbles. Peter looks at you and pats your shoulder, “Mood,” he rubs his stomach at the same time, “alright, toppings? What are thinking? Please don’t say cauliflower crust. I need real carbs in me.” 

Things are getting interesting. The first round of ping pong is almost through and the tip tap, click clack of the ball bounces over the table top. You keep your eyes on the blurry white sphere, flick your wrist as fast as you can. Peter returns each shot, the game coming down to a duel as Lulu and Molly can only watch you battle. 

A loud chime makes you falter you miss the shot. You curse and toss the paddle to the table. “No fair! The doorbell messed me up.” 

“Excuses, excuses,” Peter sneers. “Losers get the pizza!” 

“You are so lame,” you huff at him. 

“Hey, I paid.” 

You roll your eyes and spin away. Lulu sets down her paddle and follows your strut out of the room. You’re not that upset. It’s just a game and you are pretty hungry. 

You open the door to the delivery man. You nearly slam it in his face as his eyes rove up and down you. It’s no unusual, you’ve noticed Peter’s stray glances all night, but it doesn’t make it any less uncomfortable. 

“Hello,” you sing. 

“Hello,” smirks back, a bristle of a mustache over his lip. “All this for you two ladies?” 

“It’s a party,” you assure him as you reach to take the boxes. 

“Ah, exciting, getting lit?” 

You almost laugh in his face. Is he trying to be cool? You balance the boxes and he hands over the paper bag with the dips to Lulu. She thanks him and only then does he really look at her. Another leer. Ew. 

“Alright, well, have a good night, sir,” you grip the edge of the door. 

“No tip?” He challenges. 

“Um, Peter said he put one in the app,” you shrug, “sorry, but we don’t have one.” 

“Hmm, well...” he eyes you up and down again, “not for nothing I guess.” 

He winks and twists on his heel. As he strides away, you squint after him. His footfalls snag your eyes on his embossed shoes. Slowly, you shut the door before he can turn back and notice. You frown. 

“What’s wrong?” Lulu asks. 

“He... I don’t know. He just... didn’t strike me as a delivery man.” 

“It it Uber?” She asks and looks at the boxes. 

“Hmm, no receipt,” you glance down. “Guess we can ask Peter. Or, you know, it doesn’t matter.” 

You turn and head back down the hall. You suppose anyone can wear Prada loafers. You go back to the gaming room and put the boxes down. 

“Dig in!” You declare, “then time for the second round.” 

“Oh yeah,” Peter grins, “me and Molly versus Ann and Polly. You girls better watch it. She’s a beast.” 

Molly gives an awkward hum and wrings her hands. She stands back as everyone else clusters around for a slice. You use napkins, all too eager to bother with plates. Besides, you haven’t even checked the cupboards. You’ll probably have to go buy a bunch of stuff like that. That will be fun! 

“Mm, this is so good,” Ann says. “It’s been forever since I had pizza.” 

“Me too,” Molly agrees. “My dad only gets it when I get all As. Last year... well... it’ll be better second year.” 

“Second year,” you echo, “me and Polly are second year too.” 

“First,” Ann says. 

“Second,” Peter adds. 

“Third,” Lulu supplies with her trademark giggle, “you have to be third year to do exchange.” 

“Ah, makes sense,” you accept. 

The conversation dies down, replaced by eager chewing. You’re all ravenous. It isn’t until that moment that you realise how long the day’s been but you don’t want to call the night early. Not now that you’re finally back in the thick of it. 

“You didn’t do your shots,” Peter says. “You and Lulu. You lost.” 

“Oh, yeah, we’ll eat first.” 

“Right,” he says doubtfully. 

“Don’t get cocky, the night’s still young.” 

“Mhmm,” his brows flick up. 

You’re slightly irked by him. He’s friendly enough and you really can’t pick out a definitive reason why. He’s just... too much. Almost argumentative but not really aggressive. And he keeps calling your Barbs. You hate that. 

“Come on then, Lu,” you crumple the napkin around your crust, “let’s take our shots.” 

She still has a mouthful but she nods and follows you. You go around the table and take two shot glasses. You pour and push on towards your teammate. You count down and drink in tandem. She whines as she forces it down as you swig it down easily. 

You can eat your humble pie for now, but you’ll get them back in the next one. 

You bat the ball back across the table and trip, barely keeping from tumbling over. It’s late. Two at least. You’ve been at it for hours, back and forth, team versus team. You’ve lost almost every round you’ve played. 

As you stumble for the next shot, you collide with your Ann. The two of you tangle up together as Peter hollers in victory. He’s the most skilled and thus the most sober of the group. You might suspect he’s a hustler but it might just be that no one else cares enough to be good at it. 

“Game point,” Peter announces. 

“Thank god,” Ann mutters, “I can’t handle anymore.” 

“Probably a good idea,” Barbie yawns and looks at her partner. Lulu is at the table, her head in her arms as she snores. The sight of her makes your own eyelids heavier. 

“Come on, let’s just get it over with.” 

Peter smirks and tosses the ball up. He hits it with enough vim to send it bouncing high. Ann tries to swipe at it but only manages to hurl her paddle at the wall. She huffs in disappointment and you put down your own paddle. 

“Huh, kinda anticlimactic,” Peter chuckles. 

“Good game,” you say. 

“I guess,” he looks at Molly and raises his hand, “good job, Molly.” 

She slaps his palm gently, almost as if she’s afraid to touch him. You almost feel bad for Peter. He’s the only guy and everyone seems a bit awkward about that fact. Even him. You have to admit, you don’t exactly like that he’s there. It isn’t his fault but you just aren’t very comfortable around guys. 

“Anyone down for solo?” 

“Aren’t you tired of playing drunk people?” Barbie whines. 

“Pour me a shot, Barbz, I can win fair and square,” he challenges. 

“Barbie,” she snips back for probably the dozenth time. 

“I think...” you rub your eyes, “I’m going to hit the hay. I’m dead on my feet.” 

“Me too,” Ann slurs, “um, I’ll clean up the empty boxes first.” 

“Leave em for the morning,” Barbie stands and waves her off. 

“I don’t mind,” Ann insists. 

“I can help,” Molly offers. 

The two of them gather up the empty boxes and Barbie gently shakes Lulu awake. The poor thing snorts as she sits up too fast and nearly tips out of her seat. Barbie tries to get her up and you go over to help. 

“I think maybe she shoulda done half shots,” Barbie says. 

“Yeah, maybe,” you agree. 

“She can sleep in my room. I’ll make sure she’s okay,” your friend offers. 

“Good idea.” 

“Boo, we’re in college. Come on, let’s pull an all nighter,” Peter says. 

“Pfft,” Barbie scoffs as you as good as carry Lulu between you, “I save those for studying,” 

“Same,” you laugh thinly. 

“Hmm, well, it was fun I guess,” Peter mutters. “How about a rematch tomorrow?” 

“Maybe,” Barbie dismisses. “I think we all need to sleep. We got a lot to do around here.” 

“Speak for yourself,” Peter says, “I’m spending tomorrow evening out my tan. Once winter’s here, I’ll be as pasty as a ghost.” 

His humour fails to laid on the group of drunk and exhausted girls. You help Barbie with Lulu as Ann and Molly fold the cardboard boxes and carry them into the kitchen. You struggle to get the sleepy girl upstairs and Ann catches up to you as you hear Molly squeak out a good night. 

As much fun as that was, you’re going to hate spending your first morning in the house hungover. 

[werecreature-addicted]

New brainrot sharing.

Never understood why horror Teeth was scary. Yeah, barbie pouch had teeth to bite anything that the girl didn't want there. Boo hoo. Just ask first?! And it'll retract the teeth?!

My monsterfucker mind tho wants to give new meaning to "making out with pussy". I will lick the teeth and be all sloppy and praise for keeping my gf safe. Bonus if it also has a tongue. True make out sesh.

And OH MY. SCISSORING WOULD BE MUAH.

monster girl grinding on your thigh and leaving hickies there at the same time would go INSANE.

[satoriberry]

silly man higuruma :3 [headcanons!!]

-> because hot serious men deserve to be bbgirl,,,they deserve to be silly and have some lighthearted silly moments,,,,

⇝ he has a very cute sneeze. doesn't like it. holds in his sneezes because of that :(

⇝ when he's not losing sleep over a criminal case, he enjoys going to places you wouldn't imagine a mildly grumpy lawyer to be in. like, oddly sitting in the corner of a mascot café, or, exiting the movies with a barbie-themed movie goblet in hand and 3D glasses perched on his nose. he said it himself: he went off the trails after reaching his mid-30s :3

⇝ he has an affinity for ceramic animal decorations: a cute slug on his desk, a crab on his kitchen counter, a duck on the shelf next to his apartment door. they're scattered everywhere, and he likes watching people try to find each and every one on the rare occasion that he has guests.

⇝ he blushes easily and he doesn't like that either :( whenever he's embarrassed for example, he'll try to maintain his cool man façade but his face is very much to turning red so he's not very slick with it HA!

⇝ not pudgy but some parts of him are satisfyingly grabbable, especially his tummy and his upper torso!!

⇝ chips connoisseur. EXCLUSIVELY fucks with good quality chips. you'll never catch him munching on something as low-class as DORITOS or CHEETOS 🤮🤮🤢

⇝ he likes sweet people. sweet people as in individuals who find it in them to be altruistic and tolerate anyone and everyone with no discrimination; people who rarely hold grudges and who don't let the sucky parts of life get to them. he likes them because he wishes he was like that too (i said silly headcanons but this isn't very posiitve now is it uhhhh)

⇝ he eats biscoff spread from the jar. straight up CRACK for him. always regrets it right afterwards because tummy ache :3

⇝ he think sugargliders are fucking adorable and would love to own one if that was feasible (which i think it is in certain places??)

⇝ he's handsome now in his 30s but he was actually on the cuter side in university because homebody had BRACES. he looked like a stereotypical dork but it was extremely endearing and people thought he looked adorable (yes even at age 23)

⇝ thick luscious short hair. he doesn't fear baldness. baldness fears him.

⇝ however he started developping gray hairs before he had even hit 30 oopsie doopsie

⇝ bigggg fan of detective conan, loves the show and rewatches old episodes for nostalgia's sake

⇝ loves arguing with americans on the internet.

⇝ favourite food out of convenience is rice with seaweed OR!! a jacket potato because he gets to release some anger while stabbing the fuck of the potato before throwing it in the oven

⇝ wants a blond cat. apartment doesn't allow pets. would either name the cat cheddar cheese or keke (short for keylime pie)

⇝ he has big fat wet eyes that stare at your soul so you'll either fall for his bizarre charm or believe he plans on killing you from how hard he's looking.

⇝ loves those little applesauce pouches :3

⇝ ok that's it goodbye :D

[memy677]

[bellrose]

Pretty Phone in Pink

This little piece was born from @elusivewildflower "What if you had that Barbie phone as a burner phone", and my silly edition of "What if Court gave you a burner phone but it is a Barbie phone." The phone in question. This turned out more feels-y than silly, but oh well.

Summary: It's customary for Court to dissapear for weeks on end, only to re-appear the least you expect it. Sometimes you wished he would be more transparent on his wereabouts, if not to cease your worrying but to hear his voice when you miss him most. This time Court comes home with a solution to that.

Court Gentry x gender neutral reader

Warnings: implied injured!Court

Word count: 626

Court looked a bit sheepish when he handed you the box. As if he regretted not bundling it in some obnoxious wrapping paper, glitter and a bow on top. An image of a battered Court Gentry folding the creases of some papery design around the gift while laying low in some shithole or another made you stifle a chuckle. And a little tickle in your stomach.

The box was carton, no labels, very much very nondescript. Like a giddy child on Christmas morning you tore the tape off. Another box inside, gleaming plastic. A pink box.

“What-” you started, then paused. It was a phone. A pink phone. A Barbie phone. “You got me a phone.”

“Yes,” Court answered, pushing himself off the kitchen counter. Every movement a bit halted, as if every shift of his muscles was carefully considered, which they probably were.

Court was a master in pretending and you had no idea what kind of injury he was hiding underneath that hoodie. You asked, of course, when he dragged himself into your apartment through the fire escape looking every bit like a wet cat who got the cream upon your reaction to his sudden appearance.

You knew where he had been, or well, not exactly where but you knew he had been gone for the past week doing whatever Court did when he disappeared in a puff of smoke and the dregs of burnt coffee in your favourite mug. A Barbie mug with a chip in the ear and the print of Skipper faded from the many journeys through the dishwasher.

His mug now, but that was one of the things that had been left unspoken.

As much as Court kept his activities guarded from your scrutiny - though he would atone for those sins later when you dragged him into the bathroom to examine, as there was more to WikiHow than ‘how to be a mermaid’ - now his face was like an open book.

Court could speak so much without uttering one word. Sometimes you wanted to punch him for it. His honest affection and the maelstrom of feelings that lit a blush on your cheeks. The implication of the gift was clear.

“I thought you said,” you paused, cleared your throat. Too loud in the kitchen. “That it would be safer for me not to contact you when you…” Are busy trying not to get shot at.

Court winced.

“You can use it as a burner phone,” he said, holding your gaze. “I know the last few months have been hard on you. On us. And- I didn’t want you to be in danger, not anymore.”

From the front pouch of his hoodie, he pulled out a sturdy flip phone. Unlike the screaming pink, it was a slate grey. It reminded you of the Nokia’s of your youth. Inconspicuous and seemingly indestructible. Like him.

“Next time I’m gone,” he held up the phone, “You can call me, and I’ll try to answer.” Then he smirked. “Unless you aren’t interested in a bed time story.”

You rolled your eyes. “If it involves another rant on pickles, please do spare me.” “Hm, what’s wrong with counting pickles instead of sheep?”

You set the box down on the dinner table and took a step forward, crowding his space. “Thank you. I know this must be difficult for you.”

“I imagine not as difficult as having to worry if I’d ever come back to you at all,” he said, voice low in a whisper.

“But you’re here now.”

“Yes.”

You carded your fingers through his fringe, still wet from the rain outside. Tracing your thumb down his temple, over his cheek, resting just underneath his lower lip. The stubble scratching your skin.

“Tell me another story.”

Is the Barbie movie canon in The Gray Man movie-verse? Perhaps.

Thank you for reading