#Barbie bench scene

[h2shonotes]

You may not have known that October 7 was National #Ageism Awareness Day. 📆 This year the Barbie the movie and the Golden Bachelor have very successfully positioned older adults in a positive media light. Efforts are being made to challenge and reduce ageism in the fitness industry, but there is still progress to be made.

Many #fitness facilities, trainers, and even fellow gym-goers may hold stereotypes and prejudices against older individuals. This has real world consequences.

1. Lack of Inclusivity: Limited options for age-appropriate workouts or training programs

2. Employment Discrimination: Older fitness pros face difficulties advancing due to the perception that they are less marketable compared to younger trainers. (See Peloton)

3. Limited #Representation: Chronic underrepresentation of adults over 60 in fitness marketing & media reinforces the idea that fitness is primarily for the young. This lack of relatable role models can discourage older people from engaging in fitness activities.

Promoting a holistic fitness approach that embraces inclusivity and age-friendliness offers widespread advantages, fostering lifelong well-being for individuals of all age groups. Moreover, it’s a wise financial investment.

The “senior” demographic, encompassing individuals aged 65 and older, is both sizeable and diverse, spanning over three decades in age differences. These generations continue to wield significant economic influence and possess distinct preferences in their interactions with brands.

Changing perceptions does not occur overnight. It begins by embracing #Life Experience, #Empathy & #Understanding of unique needs & challenges.

Fitness should be accessible and welcoming to people of all ages and abilities. Take a moment to consider the images and opportunities in your community.

Please know whether Gen Z, a millennial or a perennial, H2shO™️ Fitness is here. #WeSeeYou 💕

[the-clotpole-and-the-disgrace]

barbie is one of the best aroace characters ive seen on the big screen yet. in a world where aspecs are slowly getting more recognition, hence increasing the targeted negativity from others that comes with not confirming to societal standards, having such a well known character not only have no interest in sex or romance while others in her environment do, but showing that her lack of romantic or sexual feeling is not something that stands in the way of her being her true fulfilled self sends a powerful message against amatonormativity. in this essay i will

[glorious-blackout]

That "I'm Just Ken" song had no right to slap as hard as it did

[thepunkpanther]

But one is a stranger, a woman she notices while she sits on a bench, gathering herself. It’s a type of woman she has never seen before, because there are no old women in Barbieland. When Barbie looks at her, she finds her beautiful and tells her so. The woman already knows. Suddenly Barbie, the fraught aspirational figure, has beheld someone she might aspire to be, and it is a radiantly content nonagenarian, reading a newspaper on a Los Angeles bench, who knows what she’s worth.

“The idea of a loving God who’s a mother, a grandmother — who looks at you and says, ‘Honey, you’re doing OK’ — is something I feel like I need and I wanted to give to other people,” Gerwig says. When it was suggested that this scene, which Gerwig calls a “transaction of grace,” might be cut for time, she remembers thinking: “If I cut that scene, I don’t know why I’m making this movie. If I don’t have that scene, I don’t know what it is or what I’ve done.”

[peridot-tears]

Truths that Co-Exist

Barbie (2023) is a giant product placement that profits off nostalgia.

The writing is profound and life-changing and understands why we seek nostalgia in a way most nostalgia-driven entertainment doesn’t.

The film is self-aware about how even now, Barbie dolls set incredibly unrealistic beauty standards. Their “body diversity” does not even scratch the surface of what that phrase really means. I don’t expect this to change.

The film still made a beautiful statement with the scene on the bench about how societal beauty standards are narrow and restrictive! And that beauty comes from experiencing life and the marks it leaves on you!

Its feminist statements are validating. Many of us see our reality onscreen, and the great thing is that it includes how cishet men fall down a pipeline of toxic hypermasculinity. It also shows the solution, and allows men to express themselves despite what society expects them to be.

The film is a capitalist venture.

The cast (aside from the leads) and crew were probably overworked and severely underpaid during filmmaking.

We can still appreciate that something fun was made, and we all made another wonderful memory where we and our loved ones went to the movies color-matching in pink.

We should not feel guilty about seeing ourselves in this film.

Meanwhile, support the WGA and SAG-Aftra strike.

[catharsistine]

The scene in the Barbie trailer when Barbie is skating around with Ken and asks "Why is everyone staring at me?"

THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE AN ADOLESCENT GIRL.

Living in Barbieland (childhood girlhood) but then suddenly you're all grown up in the real world subject to scrutiny and sexualisation (the guy slapping Barbie's ass) and feeling like existing is a crime?

Being forced by adult men into a box (which leads to the not like other girls syndrome) and exploring the 'real world' (being forced to grow up too quickly) while fighting the realisation that maybe the world sucks and being a woman is so difficult while hoping with all your heart that it's not always going to be this way.

Losing touch with the very things that made you happy because they're considered immature and girly? (The group of teens that said they hadn't played with Barbies since they were five.)

Older women telling you that you have to learn the truth about the world and that you can never have your old life back (Kate Mckinnon's Barbie) despite it being the only thing you yearn for, but also older women being a bright spot and support (the old woman on the bench) in the endless slough of life.

And this is just the trailer!!! I'm so excited for this movie I can't breathe, Greta Gerwig the woman that you are 😭

[cinematicnomad]

🔥🔥🔥

Any topic you like! 😍

here let's be topical:

the worst part of the barbie movie was everything to do with mattel and will ferrel's character. also the big feminist monologue about experiencing sexism was unfortunately v milquetoast and felt like it had gone through a dozen different corporate reviews before it was signed off by a bunch of studio execs the least offensive version possible

send me a 🔥 for an unpopular opinion

[lesbianfemmefatale]

I wish I could feel the world a little less

[ultrafangirlishness]

The Barbie Movie.

A small, non-comprehensive list of things that stood out to me (spoilers? Kind of?)

The soundtrack

All the jokes that played off of what it was actually like to play with barbies (the pool & ocean being flat, the cups having no drinks in them, the shower having no water, etc.

TRANS BARBIE

The choreography

The "I Am Kenough" tie-dye sweater

Barbies of many shapes and sizes! All very beautiful!

THE ENDING, OH MA LORD. Both the way the story concluded really beautifully, but also the ending joke that no one was prepared for—

Just... everything about Ryan Gosling's performance

Kate McKinnon playing the deranged, "ugly" Barbie

In the same vein, that movie would NOT have been complete without representing the kids who played with their dolls "too hard" (cutting their hair, bending them in weird ways, etc.)

Acknowledging that Barbie did in fact mean a lot to some girls. This movie was geared towards everyone, whether you grew up loving Barbie or hating her.

The mom and her daughter

The fact that when Barbie was starting to become "defective" and/or when she was in the real world, you could start to see her ""flaws"". Like I noticed in some scenes her eyebrows were unplucked and no longer perfectly sculpted, or her skin no longer perfectly smooth with foundation.

It was clear that SO much thought and research was put into this. I couldn't believe how many references there were to specific clothing items, certain playsets, etc.

The fact that Barbie and Ken DIDN'T end up together, and that Barbie DIDN'T indulge Ken in his flirtations (is that a word?) even once

THE FACT THAT I WAS SO CLOSE TO ACTUAL TEARS LIKE SEVEN TIMES???? LIKE WHAT????

The weird dark humor coming out of nowhere

The fact that Barbie never once looked at the human women (who were "imperfect" in comparison to her) with disgust

......the moment between her and the woman on the bench 😭😭😭

The mom's rant about how hard it is being a woman (esp a mother) and how you can never win 🙌🙏

The misogyny in the Real World was so well done. It wasn't overexaggated or over the top it was just NORMAL EVERYDAY LIFE

THE JOKE ABOUT HAVING A MAN SIT YOU DOWN TO TALK ABOUT THE GODFATHER ASDJGKDLW

The moment where I went "OH so THAT'S where the mugshot memes came from"

Ruth Handler <3

The fact that everyone came to the theater dressed either in pink or Barbie-like attire :)

[ivanhoe-dont-do-it]

Okay yeah I wanna talk about the old lady on the bench bc I can’t stop thinking about that scene. When Barbie sees this older woman sitting alone reading on the bench, her first thought is that she’s beautiful, but of course, she’s not just a person, she’s Barbie, and Barbie has a purpose. As a toy, Barbie existed for the purpose of inspiring confidence in girls, and telling them that they can be anything. When she tells the woman “you’re so beautiful” she’s telling her, partially bc she knows it to be true, but partially bc that’s her job as Barbie, to make the woman with her feel good about herself.

This is why it’s so freeing to her when the woman replies “I know it” with a laugh. Barbie’s job is to inspire girls, but this is a woman who’s lived her life and shaped her identity almost completely divorced from Barbie’s influence. She doesn’t need Barbie to tell her she’s beautiful, she knows. But unlike Sasha, who’s still v young and feels the need to actively reject Barbie’s influence, the woman on the bench is content to share space and time with Barbie; she just doesn’t need anything from her. This moment is one of the first times that Barbie is allowed to experience existence & connection for their own sake and not as a conduit for her own commodification and that is why it’s the most important part of the movie

[northnodal]

the part of barbie that resonates with me the most is how it depicts leaning into humanity as a part of maturing. naturally, witnessing a life/society that isn’t a one-dimensional, happy fantasy broke her. through experience, she learns that her past self no longer fits in the complex world she’s come to know. she discovers anxiety, sadness, shame, disrespect. she discovers mortality. she questions her worth for the first time. not only does she deal with internal dilemmas, but she also experiences institutionalized issues that extend beyond her direct control.

she knew she couldn’t retreat back to her previous ideal world anymore; if she did, she’d be living a lie. life stays complex…but she learns to navigate it. institutionalized issues still exist but she’s contributing in finding small ways to ease the burden. she still has to figure out who she is but now she’s shed the expectation placed on her to be a beautiful prodigy.

the scene where she calls the old lady at the bench beautiful is the start of barbie seeing that perhaps accepting a full life—with the good, bad, mundane and the will to contribute positively to humanity despite how absurdly insignificant the effort may seem—is better than holding onto the illusion of a perfect life. by the end of the movie, she’s embraced the possibility of suffering as part of a truly human life, knowing she’ll find joy and wonder despite.

[stevenrogered]

In several interviews before the comedy’s theatrical release, Gerwig revealed that it was suggested she cut out the scene where Barbie (Margot Robbie) meets an elderly woman on a bench and tells her she’s beautiful.

“I love that scene so much,” Gerwig told Rolling Stone. “And the older woman on the bench is the costume designer Ann Roth. She’s a legend. It’s a cul-de-sac of a moment, in a way — it doesn’t lead anywhere. And in early cuts, looking at the movie, it was suggested, ‘Well, you could cut it. And actually, the story would move on just the same.’ And I said, ‘If I cut the scene, I don’t know what this movie is about.'” (x)

[halfmoondaze]

Please post a fic about reader making jack wear pink for the Barbie movie 😍😍 Just a story abour reader x jack going to the movie and jack loving the movie (maybe even hugging the reader when she cries during the movie if you’re up for that lmao)

Barbie & sentimental moments

Y/n found herself in the foyer, kneeling on a cushioned bench as she applied pink gloss looking into the mirror. 

“Here you are” Jack said as he entered the hallway. 

Y/n turned to him. 

“Why are you wearing that?” 

Jack frowned in confusion and looked at his shirt. 

“What do you mean?” 

“We were supposed to be wearing pink” 

“Says who?” 

“Says everyone, it’s the Barbie premiere” 

Jack chuckles. 

“This is no joking matter” she crossed her arms. 

Jack smiles and kisses the top of her head.

“You’re so cute when you’re serious” 

Y/N rolled her eyes. 

A few minutes later, Jack came back wearing a pink sweater. 

“Happy now?” 

“Very” she smiled. 

Jack smiled to himself before opening the front door for her. 

Jack had planned a private screening for the Barbie movie with all of Y/N’s girlfriends. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and laughter as they all met at the venue dressed in pink outfits. 

As the movie reached it emotional climax, everyone found themselves in tears. 

Y/N turned to Jack and to her surprise, Jack was attepting to hide a few tears that welled up in his eyes. 

“Babe are you crying?” she asked geniunly surprised. 

“No, just had something in my eye” he said acting like he had something in his eye.s 

Y/N smiled. 

She gently squeezed his hand. 

After the movie was over, Y/N and her friends started walking outside as they recalled all the memorable scenes. 

“That was amazing” 

“I know” 

“Can we talk about the choreography?”  “That was everything”

“Oh my god, and Allan….” 

“Oh my god yesss” 

Y/n and her friends shared laughs here and there, as they walked to the parking lot before they said goodbye and walked their separate ways to their cars. 

Jack on the other hand, was quiet that usual. 

“You ok?” she asked the moment they walked into the car.

“Yeah, why you ask?” 

“You’ve been usually quiet since the movie ended”

Jack then cupped her face and kissed her. 

“What was that for?” she giggled slightly surprised. 

“I just felt like showing you how much I appreciate you” he paused. “Never realized how much pressure a woman has to go through just to be constantly oppressed by men, while also be expected to be grateful and perfect” 

“Well now you know you get a glimpse of what I have to go through everyday” she smiles. “And thanks for acknowledging it” 

He smiles at her before proceeded to turn the car engine. 

“Oh and Jack” 

He turns to Y/N. 

“You’re kenough” 

“Can you be serious for once?”

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt XII good omens sEAsOn 2 (the non-traumatic part) episode 1

Alright yes I know, I know, it's been two days since the livestream. I was reading fanfiction. Don't blame me, love made me crazy, and all that. I'm enjoying myself as much as I can before we get to the season 2 finale. But here we go, season 2, episode one, maggots:

[on reading this back after finishing, a lot of text is my being in love with Crowley. mainly, points 3, 4, 9, 14, 17, 18, yes I have issues, feel free to skip that for an absolutely concise and precise summary]

Before the livestream starts, everyone decides that there will be no spoilers whatsoever on the chat, even hidden with the black, because I have a tendency to keep clicking and revealing them. I'm sorry, temptation and all. I have emotional support fruit, an apple, two kiwis, two sapotes and two bananas.

When the livestream starts, it has to be restarted, because I am an incompetent nincompoop and have somehow managed to muck up my settings. And it is absolutely imperative that I watch the opening scene.

So then I do. And immediately have to consume my emotional support apple because I am so fucking in love with Crowley. Already? someone asks. Yes bloody already, I need that apple.

Thanks, guys. I'm broken. Crowley. Just. She looks so peaceful and untraumatised, so delighted with the plans, so full of wonder at what she's creating. Let there be light, she says, and rather than seeing Crowley turn off a streetlight with a flick of his fingers, we get to see her create nebulas. Aziraphale looks at her and he's just instantly so spellbound, and who would bloody blame him? His wings just do a slight dip of realisation that he's fucked when Crowley says the gorgeous line. Look at Crowley. Worried about the apocalypse. Smiling at Aziraphale, and we can see Azi's concern because something as pure as that has to be protected and Aziraphale knows what Heaven will do to Crowley if she dares to ask questions. Crowley is angelic and filled with light and Aziraphale sees that and tries to keep her safe with his words.

Hey spoiler alert, it doesn't work, Crowley's wings are greying even as she protects Azi and Crowley falls and I hate everything and I am filled with unbridled rage.

UNDERSTAND? RAGE.

I am speculating how much pain and torture Crowley went through when she fell into Hell that first time. I am told to not ask questions I don't want answers to.

Maggie sells records, Aziraphale is a cutiepie, and Maggie is very gay for Nina.

Crowley is lounging on a park bench, suit and skinny tie, just being all sexy and demonic and probably contemplating nihilism.

Crowley spreads awareness about duck health. No bread, guys. Frozen peas. He also angsts a lot to Shax (whom I keep mixing up with Michael) about the meaning of life. Someone points out that this is very Barbie of him. "do you ever think about death". Ah, Crowley.

More lesbians gaying. I would kill for Nina's hair.

JIMBRIEL IN THE HOUSE. I WON'T SAY ANYMORE ABOUT HIS ENTRANCE BECAUSE THIS IS NOW A TOPIC OF CONTROVERSY. BUT JIMBRIEL IN THE HOUSE.

Aziraphale, ah I love him, absolutely fucking panics and has the loading symbol over his angelic little head at all times. FINALLY, THIS SHOW IS A COMEDY.

Crowley is leaning on his Bentley and mmmmhm his arms and his lounging and his personality I am back to crunching on my temptation emotional support apple.

Sorry back to the summary. Jim finds Aziraphale funny and says he loves him. Someone points out that this was the fandom upon encountering my dumbass self. "You're funny Asmi we love you."

Aziraphale is a little bitchy babygirl, really just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing. Just absolutely slaying through every Jimbriel scene. 100000/10.

Six shots of fucking espresso in a big cup. Crowley, I love you. Can I love Crowley any more than this? Yes I can. My love for Crowley is like the universe, infinite and yet ever-expanding, explosive with entropy.

Crowley holds the door open for Aziraphale and holds his plate and honestly what absolute husband (gn) behaviour.

CROWLEY MEETS JIMBRIEL WHO IS FUCKING DUSTING AND LEAPS BACKWARD AND JUST RELIVES TRAUMA WHILE JIM IS CHILLING AND AZIRAPHALE IS STILL GAY PANICKING. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

MARRIAGE QUARRELS ABOUT ADOPTING JIM, JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE FELL-CROWLEY HOUSEHOLD.

Coffeeshop AU lesbians time.

Heaven is horrible.

MURIEL IS BABY I LOVE THEM HELLO CUTIEPATOOTIE.

There is an ethereal paper file.

Beezlebub beezles their way into Crowley's car and is very concerned in Hell about finding Jimbriel.

Nina's partner is a toxic ass don't worry about it.

Sulky Crowley says he's back and apology dance time mmmhm.

Miracle hide Jimbriel time, but they've got to be subtle. They do the miracle. Jim is glad to have friends.

They are very proud of themselves for their subtle miracle.

THEY ARE SO FUCKING USELESS. FUCKING USELESS LITTLE GAYASS DISASTERS JESUS LORD IN HEAVEN. LITERALLY IN HEAVEN ALARM BELLS ARE EVERYWHERE.

GREAT JOB, GAYS. GREAT JOB.

End of episode one. Take this screenshot.

[niragisqueenofhearts]

~Wrong place, right time~

Billy Hargrove x fem!!reader.

warning: Nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, piv, shower sex.

word count: 3010

Not me posting two fics today, man i'm on a roll!

I've been fixated on Billy Hargrove lately, so I figure the logical thing for me to do was make a fic! Boom! Amazing idea.

A/N: This is loosely based around Billy, I haven’t seen the series but i will be doing my research for certain situations if i need. This may or may not have a part two, i’m still trying to decide. But if not i will be planning other fics about Billy.

Anyways you guys enjoy. Love y'all! <333

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“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me.” You mumbled the word out of habit as you pushed through the different cliques and groups of your new school. You stumbled like a deer learning how to walk for the first time. It was embarrassing, especially for the second week of school. You would always think you’d be able to navigate the school on your own just fine. Turns out you were completely wrong. You managed to find sanctuary in an empty, shaded spot on the walkway, you took the opportunity to look over the map you were given but sadly we can never have good things in this world.

A group of pristine blond Barbies made their way down the path walking shoulder to shoulder. As you were completely oblivious to this, you stayed in your own world. It wasn’t until a harsh nudge of a shoulder caught your attention. Unfortunately for you, this would just cause everything to spiral further downhill. “Hey!” You exclaimed before stumbling on your feet once more and falling face first into the ground. “No,” You groaned feeling the warm mush of the ground smear onto your clothes and face. You landed right into a mud puddle.

The barbies laughed at the unfortunate sight in front of them. You got back up to your feet as slowly as you could in hopes of not worsening the conditions you were in. Laughter then spread like wildfire as everyone laid eyes on the sad scene in front of them. If you didn’t have a path to walk, you did now. As you uncomfortably walked down the path, everyone backed away to avoid getting mud on themselves, their laughter not seeming to cease as you left the area.

“Mom i really need another change of clothes,” You spoke into the phone as you scrubbed your face raw in your attempt to rid you of the mud. “I’m sorry sweetie but I can’t leave work now.” She responded. You groaned in frustration, there was no way she was going to let you stay like this for the entire day, was she? “Mom, please, it’s a really bad day today, I’m covered in mud, can you just please do this for me?”

“I’m sorry hon, I have to get back to work.” The line clicks dead. You let out a sigh of frustration as you put the phone back on its receiver. “This cannot be happening.” You mumbled as you threw your head onto the desk. “If it helps, you could look through the lost and found for something.”

You lifted your head from the desk and turned your attention to the secretary holding up a cardboard box. “I guess I have no choice, right?”

Now here you are making your way down to the gym showers. “Okay down here and a left,” You mumbled to yourself as you made your way using another map of the school given to you by the nice lady at the front desk. “And two doors down and... ah! Here.” You successfully located the showers with no other problems. “Hello?” You spoke as you walked in. Luckily for you there was no one in the locker room, no one else to see you in your soiled clothing. You approached the bench closest to the showers and threw your belongings down along with the oversized sweats you managed to find from the lost and found. You quickly stripped out of the muddy clothing, throwing it into the ground and stepping onto the cold tiles of the showers.

 You turned on the spout, grabbed some soap and began to wash the mud off. Luckily for you it had dried so removal was not so hard but nonetheless you took your time and delicately washed yourself. You stood there under the shower spray letting the water wash away your misery. You were grateful for the silence that accompanied the water, if anything, this shower was the highlight of your day but as always even the pleasant times of life must end.

“Ahem.” You heard someone clearing their throat behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turned around and covered yourself immediately once you noticed who was behind you. One of the most popular guys in the school. You had seen him around school, and vaguely remembered that he sat in the back of your history class, but besides knowing that he was hot as hell, there was nothing else you knew about this man, not even his name. You were stuck referring to him as “Stay the fuck away from him.” Why? Because that was the first, if not the only thing majority your classmates would tell you if you asked about him. You assumed they felt threatened by him. You never knew why. Either way, staying away from him seemed like the best option.

You looked up at the stranger to see his dirty blonde hair clinging to his tan skin as beads of sweat coated his forehead. He wore nothing but a pair of dark green shorts. “What are you doing in here?” He asks, his voice deep and rough, your mind goes blank. Holy shit what kind of guy has that kind of voice and how does he look so much hotter up closely? A head of hair I just want to tangle my fingers in, a pair of lips I just wish were on mine, a pair of eyes that sparkle just like the ocean and a bod the looks like it’s been carved by Michael Angelo. No Y/n, this guy is trouble, we don’t want to mess with him, your mother would have an aneurysm if she found out anyway. Remember, Stay the fuck away from him.

“I’m showering, what else does it look like?” You chuckled nervously. “No i mean, what are you doing here, in the boys bathroom?” He smirked which made you blush.

 “Oh, um, well I was walking down the pathway y’know, trying to find my class but then this group of girls were walking side by side, like shoulder to shoulder which is pretty inconsiderate for everyone on the pathway if I might add like leave some space for everyone else-“ You rambled on and on about ‘pathway etiquette’ until you realized that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere nor did he looked pleased about your rambling. You finally managed to stop yourself, taking a moment to clear your throat. “Basically, I fell in mud and needed to clean myself off, I didn’t know it was the boy’s bathroom.” You finished awkwardly as your eyes darted from the floor to his blue beauty’s that stared into your soul.

He chuckled lightly, “Hm, okay, well for next time, girls’ showers are down another door.” He points his finger behind you signaling the direction of the correct room. “Noted.” You nodded and gave a polite smile, “Well I’ll just finish up as quick as I can to save myself from any further embarrassment and get out of your hair.”

“No need, finish your shower.” He stated.

You furrow your browns in confusion, “Don’t you need to take a shower- Oh my god!” You exclaimed as you witnessed the handsome stranger slide off his shorts so nonchalantly before throwing them to the side. “There are other showers available, I’ll just use one of them.”  His eyes meet yours again, a look that says more than words could express.

“No! I mean no, it’s okay. I just thought you would have waited for me to finish.”

“I’m not a very patient man.” He disclosed as his lips formed a smirk.

Your cheeks flamed as you tried to ignore the way his gaze. “Oh, okay! Yes, okay,” You chuckled nervously trying to keep your eyes above the equator. “You just stay on your side, okay?” You pointed towards the shower head that was directly across from yours whilst still trying to cradle your breast in one arm in your failed attempt to cover yourself.

He nodded and gave you another smirk before walking over to the shower and turning the knob. “I’m going to turn around now.” You stated before doing exactly as you said, turning around. Once you heard the shower start you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, glad that the conversation ended with ease, despite it being awkward. The silence consumed you two as the sound of water hitting each other filled the room and made you feel somewhat better, you could almost forget you were standing in the same shower with a total stranger. You closed your eyes in an attempt to pretend you were alone, but that wouldn’t last long as the handsome stranger spoke again.

“So, what’s your deal?” He questioned. You snapped out of your little trance you were in when you heard his voice and slowly turned around to him with wide eyes. “My deal?”

“I’ve never seen you around before, when did you get here?”  He tilted his head slightly looking at you with interest.

“Last week.” You answered, “Moved here from Chicago.”

“City girl huh?”  he said, raising a brow. You nodded shyly. “How you like it so far?”

“I like it.”

He chuckled, “I bet, a city girl like you, you must’ve had all the guys on you.” You chose not to comment on his statement. “What? No boyfriend?” You shook your head. “That’s weird, well obviously a girl like you must have a rebound, who wouldn’t?” He teased; you could feel his presence as he got closer to you. “Don’t have that either.” You blurted. “No guy really pays attention to me.”

Your heart raced inside of your chest; why did you say that! No, he thinks you’re pathetic. Know what, it’s fine, he’s just trying to get in your head, just keep your eyes on the wall. “Bullshit.” He scoffed. “What?” Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“I know for a fact that at least half of the guys in this school would shit their pants if it meant getting even half a chance with you.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “I doubt it,” You replied. “Trust me, these guys want to be with you, they look at you as how I’m looking at you,” You began to get slightly nervous as you heard hush shower turn off, yet you could feel his presence getting closer and closer.

“They want to touch you like how I want to touch you,” Your breath hitched as you feel his arm snake around your waist. His touch sends shivers down your spine. “They want to kiss you like how I want to kiss you.” He placed his face on your neck, nipping slightly. Your knees weakened. “They want to fuck you like how I want to fuck you.” Another bite on your neck causing you to gasp, this time he sucked on your collarbone and moaned as he bit it. You let out a soft moan of pleasure. It’s a good thing he had his arm around you as you could’ve sworn your knees were going to give out anytime.

 His tongue traced the outline of your ear as his hand slowly traveled lower and lower, making you gasp every time his fingertips grazed your thigh. As he touched you, you felt electricity flow through your body, sending tingles along your skin. This sensation of electricity ran throughout your whole body like fire, burning your insides. You couldn’t believe he was touching you like that, bad news or not, you wanted him too much, you needed him, everything about him was perfect, it was the most perfect guy you had ever met in your entire life.

“Tell me something.” He mumbled against your skin, the feeling of his hot breath on you rose goosebumps. “Have you ever had sex before?” He continued, licking a slow, circular path from the base of your jaw to your ear. You swallowed hard.

“Yea, a couple times.”

He chuckled, “Yeah? When was the last time? When was the last time someone made you feel good?”

You hesitated to answer. “Months,” You mumbled softly, afraid to speak any louder.

The male hummed quietly, placing light kisses upon your shoulders and back. Your breathing became labored and shallow as he slowly inched his way to your breasts, cupping them and massaging them ever so gently.

“And why is that?”

“Let’s just say that my boyfriend didn’t really fulfill his side of the deal.”

“Such a shame.” He commented as he slid his other hand downwards, caressing the backs of your thighs inching closer to your womanhood. “How about we put an end to that streak?”

“Okay.” You gasped as you felt his fingers enter you. His movements were firm and steady as he moved his fingers in the right way in order to please you. You let out another gasp, feeling like fireworks were exploding inside your stomach as he thrusted in and out, making you writhe with anticipation.

You bit your lip as an attempt to muffle your moans.

 He smirked as he leaned forward kissing your cheek. “That feels amazing doesn’t it.” 

“Yes… it does…” You moaned.

He took his thumb, brushing over your clit which caused your back to arch more. Your legs trembled as the knot in your stomach tightened. You were close and he could tell. He stopped abruptly, pulling his fingers out. “No,” You whined, “Please don’t stop.”

“Shh,” He cooed, “Don’t worry, just stay there.”

He massages your arousal onto his cock before pressing himself against your entrance and thrusting deep into you, you let out a scream as waves of ecstasy crashed onto you. You let your head fall back as the waves of pure bliss washed over your body. “Fuck.” He groaned as your cunt swallowed his dick whole.

His groans filled your ears as he began to thrust into you, keeping at a steady pace. "Oh my god."  You whimpered as your eyes squeezed shut, trying to take in as much pleasure as possible, enjoying every second. You had never felt anything like this before. Like sure you had sex, but not as good as this, it never even came halfway to this. With each love session with your boyfriend at the time leaving you empty and unsatisfied.

Your bodies moved in sync; with every thrust you’d push your ass back into him. Doing this made him sink deeper into you, hitting spots that you never even knew existed. You dug your nails harshly into his arms that wrapped tightly around your waist as you rocked your hips back and forth creating friction between your slick pussy and his cock. You were getting closer and closer to coming. You tried to hold yourself back, trying to focus on taking every moment you’re sharing with him as you both reached your peak.

“Come here.” He said pulling out of you and turning you to face him, with a harsh shove, he pushed up against the wall. No other word was spoken as he approached pinned you to the wall, joining his lips with yours. It wasn’t long until he was inside of you again, picking up and wrapping one of your legs around his waist, his nails digging into your skin hard enough to draw blood, as the other intertwined fingers with yours and held it against the wall.

He swallowed each and every one of your moans as your tongues danced along with each other. It was sloppy, messy, and wild yet somehow it was perfect. The passion, the desperation; it matched every single emotion you felt, and you couldn't wait any longer. Again, you started to feel yourself reach your peak, so was he. Your breathing became labored as his thrusts grew more hurried and rougher. He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead onto yours. “God, you're taking me so well.” He moaned, his voice heavy with lust and desire.

“I can’t get enough.” Was all that you managed to utter.

He grinned as let go of your hand which you quickly moved under his arm and gripped into his shoulders to bring him closer than he was already. You felt like you were being possessed by some evil force as he kept going faster, and harder.  "You gonna come for me?" he asked, his voice smoother than butter, husky and filled with lust. You nodded fervently as he continued hitting every spot making the trembling in your legs increase. Soon your mind went completely blank as your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you moaned out for him. He came right after you, burying his face in your neck. “Fuck.” He groaned as he released into you.

You sighed loudly while resting your forehead against his shoulder as you rode out your orgasm, panting heavily as tears strolled down your cheeks. The moment was bittersweet. He lifted his head up from your shoulder and pulled away from you, grabbing your jaw pushing you back up against the wall. God he is gorgeous. His soaked dirty blond curls fall so perfectly onto his face, his baby blues staring into your soul, the way his perfectly chiseled chest rises with each breath and how the water and after sex glow just makes him sparkle as he stared into your soul. He pulled you into yet another forceful kiss that knocked you off your feet as he pulled out of you.

“See you around newbie.” He panted before walking out of the shower, grabbing a towel, drying himself off and getting dressed. You followed behind him, carefully walking out of the shower, grabbing your towel, and wrapping it around yourself before taking a seat on the bench where your belongings sat. “What’s your name?” he asked you as he walked towards the door slipping on his jacket. “Y/n.” You answered. “Yours?” He smirked as he took out a cigarette and lit it. “Billy.” He answered as he exhaled the gray smoke, sending you a wink before exiting the room.

[dathen]

I love how relatable it is that Barbie could see beauty in other people almost as soon as she entered the real world (the scene with the woman on the bench!!), but felt she was losing her worth and had no purpose if she was anything but picture-perfect perfection. That was what took her to whole movie to work through—the shame of falling short of an impossible ideal, even if she didn’t hate those ‘flaws’ in other people.