#I like treating them like stupid little barbie dolls

[travelingstrangermih]

A Duel

[llycaons]

He gets a lot of hate because of his employers, but really, he's just a silly little guy who wants the best for everyone around him. The OG red and black. In a healthy and committed relationship, always supporting his friends and wanting to help them achieve good things. Absolute sweetheart. Couldn't say a mean thing if he tried.

im loving this submission for mickey mouse because I find it extremely funny when characters are treated as real, autonomous beings that exist separate from and independent of the people who create them, craft their personality, and use their image for profit. mickey mouse isn't a character to me. I'm not even aware of any media with him acting as a character in it that isn't targeted at five-year olds. he's the most easily recognizable symbol and mascot of a massive corporation that uses his image in any way they see fit, because he's not a nice little guy who happens to be employed by some bad guys, he's literally not real

[mellowsadistic]

The Flower Girl - Part 4

Grace sat on the floor with her legs spread out in front of her, playing with her Barbie dolls. Her once sleek, elegant blonde hair was tied up in a pair of scruffy pigtails. She wore a bib over her bare breasts; it was splattered with baby food, and a fair amount was still smeared around her mouth and chin. Her trim, tight tummy was gone – she didn’t get much exercise anymore, and the rich creamy bottles of formula she constantly drank ensured that her belly had a permanent layer of baby fat. Her thick disposable diaper bulged between her legs, clearly soaked to the brim, and there was a strong potty smell surrounding her that let anyone who came close know that she’d pooped her pants. It was how little Gracie spend most of her days.

After the worst day of her life, Grace had spent a couple of weeks back with her mother while Jessica and Rob went on their honeymoon. Two weeks of having her own mother treat her like she was an overgrown two-year-old, feeding her and bathing her and wiping her butt for her, and talking at length about how lucky they were that Jessica had put Grace ‘in her rightful place’.

But things were even worse once Jessica got back. Grace was her little girl now, a plaything to tease and taunt however she wanted, a witness to her victory. Jessica gave her all sorts of ridiculous tasks to do, and Gracie did every one of them with a dumb grin on her face – wiggling her butt and singing along to The Wheels on the Bus, playing tea-parties with her stuffed animals, seeing just how much of a mess she could make of herself during mealtimes in her highchair.

Grace looked up from her Barbies and took in the living room. There were lots of new pictures up on the shelves. Pictures of Jessica and Rob looking radiant together as they held hands and kissed on their wedding day. And of course, pictures of her. Pictures of her sucking her toes in the middle of a nappy change. Pictures of her making silly faces at the camera. And, in pride of place above the mantlepiece, a picture of her in her flower girl dress, squatting down in the middle of the aisle, making a messy diaper on what should have been her special day.

After she’d spent a few more weeks as a helpless passenger in her own body, squishing around in poopy pants, giggling along to baby shows, and getting her butt spanked for misbehaviour, Jessica had finally deigned to tell her how she’d stripped away her adulthood and autonomy and turned all her family and friends, including her beloved Rob, into her beaming accomplices – not that knowing did her much good. I’m a witch, you silly slut. All it took was a little spell to make your body act like a dumb toddler while keeping your mind trapped inside. I want you to know you’re being punished, after all. Then I cast another spell on all your wedding guests to make them think that I’m the one who ought to be marrying Rob, and that being my well-disciplined daughter is exactly what you deserve. Even your own mother thinks so! The only difficulty was this kind of magic requires eye contact, so it was easiest to wait until the ceremony when everyone closest to you was gathered in one place, and I could work my spell on them all at once. Besides, it was so much more fun to take Rob away from you right at the last moment!

Suddenly, Grace heard a noise at the front door, the turning of a key in the lock. “Dada!” she squealed, getting to her feet and toddling over to the man who should have been her husband, her bare breasts wobbling about ludicrously and her nappy crinkling loudly with every step.

“Hi princess!” said Rob, ruffling his ex-fiancée’s hair. Then he wrinkled his nose. “Peeyew! I think someone’s done a stinky!”

“I’m a stupid, stinky wittle giwl!” Gracie said proudly.

Rob chuckled and pulled her in for a cuddle. “Daddy loves you, sweetheart,” he cooed. “Even if you are just a stinky little girl who’s too stupid for potty training.”

He kissed her on the forehead and Grace felt a pleasant tingling run through her body. Rob still loved her. Grace supposed she should be grateful for that – even if it was as a Daddy instead of as a husband.

No! She couldn’t start thinking like that. She was going to break whatever hold Jessica had over her and Rob! She couldn’t spend the rest of her life like this!

“Hi Rob!” came Jessica’s voice. “Did you have a good day at work?” She swept down the stairs and rushed over to him, flashing a smirk at Grace before cupping a hand to her husband’s cheek and kissing him passionately.

Gracie giggled happily at the sight of her Mummy and Daddy’s affection for each other, but inside she was boiling with anger. That bitch needed to get her tongue out of Rob’s mouth right now, or else… or else…

Or else what? she asked herself bitterly. She’d blow a raspberry at her? Stomp her feet and throw a tantrum? Make an even bigger mess in her diaper for her to clean up?

Jessica pressed her body against Rob’s, and Grace saw Rob’s hand move down her back to squeeze her ass. Jessica moaned into his mouth.

“What about Gracie?” Rob asked, breaking off the kiss momentarily. “She needs changing.”

“She can wait,” Jessica said. “Some time in a messy nappy will help her learn her place.”

“You’re too harsh on her sometimes.”

“She has to learn she’s not a grown-up anymore,” Jessica said firmly. “She’s nothing but a silly, smelly baby now, no matter how big her tits are. She’s never going to be an adult again, so she might as well get used to poopy pants.”

Rob nodded and went back to kissing his wife.

Grace wanted to scream and cry, but instead she just pouted – as if her life being ruined forever was some mild annoyance to her, on par with having to take a nap or go and sit in time-out.

“Still,” said Jessica, breaking off the kiss again, “we don’t want her ruining the mood with her stinky Pampers.” She turned to grin maliciously at Grace, who was still standing there watching, sucking one of her fingers. “Bedtime for you, potty-pants.”

“But Mama!” Grace heard herself whining. “It’s only 6 o’ clock!”

Jessica flashed her a stern look, and Grace felt her diaper warming as she peed herself out of fear. Little Gracie didn’t want Mummy to turn her tushy red again.

Hating how pathetic Jessica had made her, she whimpered and turned around, waddling off dejectedly to her nursery. She climbed into her crib, clutching half a dozen stuffed animals to her, and lay her head down on her pillow, trying to ignore the disgusting mess in her nappy and fall asleep while the sounds of Jessica and Rob’s passionate sex echoed through the house.

Grace sobbed on the inside, the realisation finally dawning on her that Jessica had won. Her adult privileges had been revoked forever, all because of a jealous woman’s grudge, and she’d just have to get used to her new life as a stupid, big-titted baby. There was nothing else she could do. Grace felt her thumb slip between her lips as she drifted off to sleep in her loaded diaper, hoping that she’d get to dream about a life where she’d been the one to marry Rob, or at the very least, where she was allowed to go potty somewhere that wasn’t in her pants.

The End

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[celestialprincesse]

𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧 𝐆𝐨 - 𝐓𝐰𝐨

Pt2 to this Nik x Hyperfem!reader because I couldn't leave it alone and it's been gnawing at the back of my brain all day

You don't hear the first knock at the door. It's no surprise with the way you're wrapped up in the blissful comfort of your own little world. Being able to tune out to the soft sound of your playlist, the feeling of gently applying your favourite lotions and creams, the moisturiser you'd spent far too much on that leaves you smelling like coconuts and caramel. The second knock snaps you from the pretty pink haze you've drifted into, sending you bounding down the stairs, not even bothering to check the peephole as you fling open the front door.

It's him. He has your plate in his hand, the sharlotka plate, and not only is it clean, but it bears a slightly odd, misshapen cake. You look up at him with hopeful confusion. "I brought you back the plate." He states, as though you're blind, or just stupid. "I can see that." Your attempt at a dismissive, uninterested tone, falls entirely flat when you look up at him like an eager puppy. "I also made cake." Said cake looks distinctly like an attempt at a Victoria Sponge, although you're not quite sure.

Under his scrutinising look, you can't help but rock on your feet in your impractical little shoes. He barely manages to refrain from scoffing at the sight of them. "Would you like to come in?" Nikto's eyes hone on the way you open the door just slightly wider in a tentative invitation.

Barbie would recoil at how girly your house is. It's pink and frilly, gauzy with satiny ribbons and bows on everything. He feels so incredibly wrong here, like he'll stain your fluffy white carpets with blood, darken the soft lamplight with the shadows that cling relentlessly to his back. "Would you like some tea?" You mumble, indicating a nervous hand to your pink smeg kettle as though to prove the authenticity of your offer. "Do you have Russian Earl Grey?" "Uh -" You mutter as you root through your cupboards, filled with all sorts of fruity infusions. "I only have regular."

The two of you sit quietly around your dining table and whilst you sit forking pieces of crumbly, somehow simultaneously soggy, Victoria sponge into your mouth, Nikto sits there trying to find a way to drink his tea without showing you his face. "I am sorry." He murmurs softly, having stewed for the last week about how foolish he'd been in treating you so dismissively. It hasn't helped that he's fucked his hand every night for the past seven days at the image of you and your silly little doll clothes in his head. "If you would still like to, I would like to take you for a meal."

Temporarily fixing their situation!! like using pink glitter glue on the cracked hull of a ship!! 💕

[readychilledwine]

Dollification

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

**reminder, we do not yuck other people's Yums on this blog**

Dollification is the sexual attraction or arousal to the idea of becoming a living doll. In this kink, you have the doll and their owner in a total power exchange dynamic. The owner of the doll will decide how their hair done, their clothing, their makeup, their mannerism, etc. Being a sub does not guarantee that a person would enjoy the Dollification process. Dolls tend to enjoy being objectified, so they enjoy the idea of someone owning them and treating them like a possession.

There are different types of dolls that all have their own attire. The most common are Lolita dolls, latex dolls, baby dolls, zentai dolls, and living Barbies. For this fic, I focused on the living barbie.

Living barbie dolls are known for being into bimbofication, or the act or process of being made beautiful but acting or being seen as stupid. Bimbos traditionally have a very specific stereotype that crosses well into barbie world. Blonde, makeup, tight clothing, revealing clothing. Some barbie dolls will go as far as plastic surgery to achieve the barbie body and looks as well.

One aspect of Dollification that may be odd is that the dolls remain silent during sex. The idea is to be as close to a doll as possible, so silence is a part of that. I have Seraphina breaking that rule a little as an understood thing between her and Azriel.

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Azriel x Seraphina Vanserra

Warnings - complete power exchange, some impact play, dehumanization, restraints

Azriel was a smiling like one smug bastard as he circled his mate.

His precious little mate.

Sweet Seraphina was dressed in a lace blue corset, breasts pushed up high, and waist snatched in. A pretty matching thong left nothing to his imagination.

Her hair was down exactly as he had asked, brushed and left with those full body waves, a bow keeping some of it tied back while the rest fell naturally down her back like a waterfall of fire.

Even the makeup was exactly as he had asked. Soft, highlighting those Autumn Court features, mascara used to make those thick lashes seem bigger.

She was perfect before she had so willingly handed this level of submission to Azriel, but something about having his own living breathing doll, something about controlling what she wore, how she looked, her mannerisms, that really got him off. "Such a beautiful thing, aren't you?" He had trained her well, smirking as she didn't respond and only stared ahead. "You have permission to smile." He placed a kiss on her pointed ear, watching in the mirror as he eyes fluttered shut and a soft smile graced her full lips.

His hands began roaming her body, squeezing her breasts along the way down. "I know you are still learning," he bit her shoulder gently before kissing the mark and kissing up her neck. "So I will allow you to make noise, but to be the perfect doll, we need to work on silence. Okay, pet?"

Serphina didn't respond, knowing she had only been given permission to express pleasure and nothing else. "Good girl. Good fucking girl." His voice dripped with pride, with arousal, and something Sera had learned was Azriel's way of expressing affection.

He kept her facing the mirror, and he began. That lacy thong he had admired was pulled down by his shadows, and his hand went to cup her sex, groaning as he found her dripping. "Insatiable, aren't you?" Her breath hitched at the accusation, at the reminder of what she'd become to him.

A sex doll. A pretty little toy owned by him that sat waiting where he sat her just anticipating his cock. He had taken her fashion sense, her free will, her body, and she gave it to him so willingly, so freely.

She made no noise as two thick fingers dipped into her heat, prepping her for him. She wouldn't get to cum tonight. She was his doll right now, not a living breathing being with needs. She couldn't help the small whine leaving her as his fingers curled, tensing her and reminding her of what he could do, what she'd be missing tonight. "Always so fucking ready for me."

Azriel pulled her by her hair. "Walk," he all but dragged her to the bed, forcing her to lay facedown on it. His fingers resunk into her as his shadows forced her hands to her back and her apart, holding them there. Pressure was building in her stomach, a soft moan escaping every so often muffled by the bed.

As he was pulling her apart, a smack rang through the air, and Sera instantly pulled her lip into her mouth, biting down. She was allowed to express pleasure, not pain. Another smack came, and it took her willpower not to move, to cry.

Azriel's fingers left her cunt and everything seemed still for a second. She took a few deep breaths, and then the contact came again. A quick, precise slap landed on her core, and Sera broke. Her body jolted, and she squirmed, whimpering in pain as Azriel stared down at her with a smirk.

He forced her face further into the bed. "Dolls don't move, Seraphina." Her breath was blocked off, it felt as if she was inhaling her own heated exhale, choking on it as he shifted behind her, clothing long gone.

She felt the ties of her corset growing tighter, restricting her breath further. "Be a good fucking doll and stay still or I'll have to punish you." He entered her without warning, sliding in to the hilt. His hand holding her head down moved to her ass meeting his other hand there as he squeezed the supple flesh and began pounding. He forced her hips up enough that the arch of her back now dug her face into the bed, cutting off her air supply again.

She moaned into the sheets as his cock dragged inside of her, remaining as quiet as she could. It was hard, so hard, when her mate, the picture of male perfection with the cock to match, was hitting every nerve, every hidden spot inside of her that was begging for attention.

Azriel allowed her one kindness. He kept the bond open, allowing her to feel his pride, his love, his happiness, and every single ounce of his pleasure her tight heat was bringing him. She was untouched by any male besides him and he had begun whispering to her not long ago how it was as if she cunt began to change herself, perfecting in to this perfect sleeve made just for him. His groans were getting louder, thrusts quicker and quicker.

He was close, so close, and Seraphina smiled into the bed, lightheaded from the lack of air.

She had only made a few noises, only moved once. It was a vast improvement from their first round of doll play that ended in Azriel's frustration and the pale skin of her ass bruised and sore for a few hours.

He squeezed her ass again, spitting on her back entrance as he did and moving one hand to have this thumb circle that entrance. She moaned again, cunt clenching as she did, at his teasing. "Being so good, sweetness. So close," she knew from his panting from how sloppy his thrusts were becoming, from the twitching inside of her.

He also knew she was right there, waiting for a command he would not give her tonight. He'd leave her wet and wanting once he stripped that corset off and took care of her. He knew it was cruel. Knew he should treat her better, but part of why she got off in this was the dehumanization, the denial of her needs.

The thought of her submission, of her trust and love for him, had him roaring, spilling every last drop into her. He rode out his high before leaning down and kissing the base of her neck. She whimpered below him, body desperate with need as he pulled out of her, watching their juices leak out of her, mixing together. The sight had him itching to take her again, but she needed a break. She needed out of that damned corset, she wanted to breath, to snuggle.

Azriel began working at the ties, pulling her up by her arms and pushing the hooks together in the front to take it off in one movement. "All done, Seraphina. You can behave normally now."

He watched her shoulders fall in relief and turned back to look at him with soft doe eyes, waiting for his praise, for the aftercare he'd so lovingly give her. He leaned in, kissing her and pumping his love down the bond before turning her to he could rest his forehead on hers.

"You did so well, my salvation. Took everything so much better this time. I am so proud of you. I know that must have been difficult." She nodded as he leaned to kiss her again. "Did you have fun?"

"Any time your inside of me is fun, Azriel."

The comment sent heat to his cheeks, a smile appearing to show off those dimples. "Then I'll try to be inside of you more. Let's go take a bath."

"When do I get to finish?"

The question made him growl, pulling her to him by her neck before cupping her chin. "In the bath if you're a good girl."

"Then I'll be the best girl," his cock twitched at the underlying tone in her voice.

He had created a monster. A tiny sex fueled monster who had an appetite that matched his now. His true equal. "We'll see," his tone was a warning as she flashed a serpent like smirk, reminding him so much of her eldest brother.

He'd fuck that smirk right off her face permanently some day.

And she was secretly praying for him to do it.

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[tiredofthehumanlife]

*Northern Attitude lyrics*

Listen ik it's been a hot fucking moment since northern attitude was popular but I just got inspired by it

Barbie dolls: James x gn!reader

Word:1.5k

Summary: James tells you he loves you and you freak out and give him the silent treatment you come to your senses tho

Warnings: said that your childhood home wasn't the kindest, James' feelings are hurt, Barty is possessive, you and Barty are friends, you use the bathroom stall, I genuinely think that's it

The night started fun. You didn’t even plan on going to some stupid Ravenclaw party. You actually planned on finishing up your eassy due next thursday and catching up on the textbook chapters you missed in class. When Barty heard this, he shed a tear. You were dragged but by the time you were flinging yourself onto the Ravenclaw couch next to James, you lightened up a little.

You had a smile that couldn’t seem to leave. Barty floated near you at all times of the party. He said something about making sure his housemates treated you nicely but you were pretty sure he just had a bit of a possessive streak with his friends. He wasn’t hovering over your shoulder but he was dancing a few feet away from your couch and kept glancing over.

 You and James fluttered through simple conversation. How are you? Do you like this song, I have the full record at home. Oh wow, he said that? Seven pages for one history eassy, wow? Did you like the weather yesterday? That’s good. You hit a lull. Your eyes moved awy from him, watching Dorcas dance with Marlene. You saw James drop his head back against the couch out the corner of your eye. He whispered your name, dragging your attention back to him. James turned his head, pressing his cheek to the couch. 

“I think I’m in love with you.” 

You paused. Your head spun as you stared at James. Your seemingly invincible smile fell. You felt that burn behind your ribs as you realized James was no better than the other people in your school. He was making you the butt of the joke as he did with others when he did his dummbass pranks. You felt like your head was a bowling ball and your neck was a spring. You felt like you might throw up at the thought of Sirius and Peter watching from somewhere else in the crowd, laughinng away. You looked away from James, setting your drink down on the side table next to you. You saw Regulus walking your way. You stood up and your arm was scooped up as Regulus pulled you away. Barty followed after you two, slipping away from the Hufflepuff boy he was grinding on. 

You avoided James after that. Your stomach hurt every time you saw him and his friends. Every time you heard them laugh you felt your shoulders slink to your ears and you wanted to go home. You covered your face when you had to walk past them, ducking behind Barty or holding up a book. It wasn’t anything inconspiculous but it avoided akward eye contact. James didn’t take the hint though. He kept trying to talk to you, running across hallways and following you around the library. 

You never responded. James’ behavior seemed to spark Barty’s possessiveness to triple. Soon Barty was skipping his classes to sit next to you during yours. He wouldn’t even let you go to the bathroom alone, following after you to stand next to the stall. He even stuck his foot under the door so you wouldn’t think he left. James tried to approach you when you were in the courtyard. However, Barty was never far. 

“Hey listen-“ And with that, the docile raccoon resting on your shoulders started chasing after James. James had to shake his foot in the air to get Barty to unclasp his freaky raccoon teeth off his pant leg. It was a little funny to watch the gray fur blob shake around in the air as James shreiked, but you didn’t want to laugh at him in the way he laughed at you. 

However, as time went by you started to peice together that James was sincere and you were the one acting strangley. You saw James moping about the castle, sighing loudly and hiding in Sirius’ arms every time someone tried to talk to him. You saw him staring at you wistfully, perking up when you made eye contact. You started to realize maybe this was more than his stupid jokes. More than his outrageously bright smile. This was you. You and your untrusting heart, locked itself away the second anyone showed a bit of the affection you deserved. 

The only reason you were really friends with Barty and his friends, and even James, was because they basically annoyed you into friendship. You started to understand why you acted the way you did. You wanted to apologize and explain to James why you were the way you were. You needed to let him down gently and explain that it truly had nothing to do with him, it was all you. 

You pulled yourself up by your bootstraps and bounded up the stairs to James’ dorm. You let out a breath, shaking your hands out at your sides before knocking on his door. You heard scrambling on the other side of the door.  The door swung open and Sirius was in front of you. His smile faltered for a second and he glanced back behind himself. 

“James, someone is here for you,” Sirius said, over his shoulder. You heard shuffling as James moved his way to the door. Sirius walked away while James joined you at the door. He moved slowly when he realized you were there and not someone else. 

“Hey.” He said, a breath escaping as he did. His voice was heavy and it made your chest feel weighted. 

“I just wanted to explain to you what happened and why I did what I did.” You said, staring at James. He glanced over his shoulder, probably looking at the group of friends observing him. James stepped out into the stairwell with you, closing the door behind you.  

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. I understand.” James said. You shook your head. 

“No, I do. Listen, James, I wasn’t exactly raised in the kindest household. Now when someone tells me they love me, I freak. I pull my walls up and pretend nothing happened. I can’t stomach the thought that someone might actually think I’m worth the effort of loving. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I’m sorry. I like you in the same way, too.” James’ shoulders lifted and he tilted his head at you, clear hope simmering in his eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I think we should get together.” You finished. James pressed his brows together, glancing down at the ground. He pushed his glasses back up when they slipped down his nose. 

“Why not?” He asked. His voice had grown soft like he wasn't sure if he could talk much louder because he might cry. You shrugged. 

“I don’t think you would want me if you knew me. The full me.” You said, avoiding his eyes. 

“I do.” 

“I’m not worthy of your care, James. You’re perfect and sunny. You can say I love you to someone you’ve only known for a few weeks. I don’t want to trap you into a relationship and then you realize I’m not how I seemed.” You said. James reached out and gripped onto your hands, pulling them to his chest.

“I want you, mess and all. I know you’re not perfect, neither am I. You could never trap me in a relationship. I want a relationship. I want to be here for you. I want to be in your messes.” James said. You shook your head. 

“You don’t.” 

“I do. Would you help me even if I wasn’t perfect? Even if I had my hard days? Or months?” James asked, knocking the side of your face with his forehead so you’d look at him. You hated that he knew your answer was yes. He didn’t even let you answer. 

“So why can’t I feel the same for you?” James asked, staring into your soul with his warm eyes. 

“I don’t deserve it.” You whispered, feeling your voice hitch a breath. James shook his head. He pressed your hands to his heart like he wanted the love to travel through your skin. 

“Yes, you do. You deserve the entire world and then some. I want to give you everything I can so you can barely graze your fingertips against the bar of what you derserve.” James said. You sighed, finally making eye contact with him. 

“James,” he hummed in response. “I think-“ You cut yourself off, waiting a moment to see if the universe would stop you. 

“I think I’m in love with you.”  

James’ face broke into a large smile, your face warming from the light of his grin. He nodded, leaning forward. He pressed his lips to your cheek. You hummed happily in response. He gently pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. 

Later when Barty found out, he laughed like a hyena and pranced around the commonroom. He eventually pulled you into a tight hug, smacking a kiss on your hairline. He started skipping off towards the entrance of the commonroom. When you asked him where he was going, he said he was off to threaten James to love you right or he’d wear James’ fingers on a necklace. You later comforted James after the threat shook him up quite a bit. 

[uncleclam]

Ken x gn!reader / he wants to marry you so bad

Word count: 728

Rating: sfw

This stupid doll…

CAN'T STOP PROPOSING

Whatever is going on in his tiny little plastic brain, you never expect THIS to happen. He must have been watching way too much Netflix, you know cause when you check the watch history, he basically clicked all romance drama possible, ALL. This is concerning, a drop of sweat formed on your forehead as you see he also watched all princess movies on Disney plus, too. Is this why he keeps bringing that up? That he believed in ‘happily ever after’? Because that sounds like something ‘the Mattel dictionary’ totally would have.

It wasn’t you’re not ready, well, a part of you is definitely not ready, or something anti-marriage of you, because you have definitely thought about it, dreamed of it even, but the reality of having a lifelong commitment is something chased you away—-

Not in a bad way, but definitely not in KEN’s way.

Ken is your cute, clumsy, curious, sometimes annoying roommate. He is still learning about the real world, everything is new to him and he’s so eager to try all of them. You tried to provide the best for him, he’s your favorite doll after all, he has been there with you since you can remember(In a toy form, naked)! You treat him almost like a pet now, you love him of course! Just not in that way…

I want to live with you forever! I want to be your forever partner!

His voice echoes in your brain, it was so innocent and charming actually, his big blue eyes were like shining diamonds, begging you the same way he begged for an ice-cream, you almost said yes out of instinct. Time felt frozen to you, your eyes widened, lungs stopped working. Ken blinked and waited for your response.

‘What did you just say, Ken?’ You asked, wanting to reconfirm.

‘I want to marry you!’

‘Uhh…’ You paused, looking away slightly.

‘Can i?’ He sounded so enthusiastic, like always.

‘I'm afraid we cannot…’ You finally gathered the sentence and spoke it out, sighed, and petted Ken’s hand that had been on your shoulder.

‘Is it something expensive again? Like a double decker bus or a horse?’ Ken tilted his head, he was genuinely asking. He had asked you so many prices on different stuff, especially the stuff he wanted.

‘Not exactly, but-‘ you shuttered.

‘Then why can’t we get married?’ He asked again.

‘Because it needs promises, and promises are not easy.’ You explained, felt like describing the concept of algebra to a toddler. Ken actually paused and started thinking for a while.

———

For the first few days, he seemed upset and confused after you rejected him. The concept of marriage he googled is simply not that easy, you tried to explain to him but he didn’t say anything. You heard him sobbing on the sofa that night. After a week, he’s back to normal classic Ken again, but whenever he opens his mouth, it’s about marrying you.

‘What do you want for lunch?’

‘A wedding dress on you!’

Or

‘Ken, will you pass me the sugar?’

‘I, Ken, take you to be my forever lover, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.’

A dramatic pause

‘I do.’ He vowed as he passed the sugar.

———

This has been 3 weeks now, about the marrying you thing, and he has no signs of giving that up. You wished you were a barbie so you wouldn’t have to care so much—- He even bought two of those Ring Pop where you can suck the candy while it stays on your finger. The candy itself is comically big. A red, cherry flavored for you, and a green, lime flavored for himself. He jogged his way to you, gently held your right hand up and pushed the ring down to the base of your third finger.

‘This doesn’t mean we are officially married—‘

‘I know.’ He looked up and smiled, putting on his own ring and licked on the sweetened crystal. Then He jogged away to look at other stuff while humming the wedding theme song.

He hasn’t taken off the finished plastic ring ever since, and so do you too.

[ferventfox]

Saw the Barbie movie and enjoyed it a lot. 

Some people on the internet have charged it with being misandrist/man-hating/whatever word you want to use for it, and those people...are kind of correct. Sorry. (Spoilers for the Barbie movie btw)

The standard smug response is “omg sexist dudebros can’t stand that a movie is about women and they are too toxic to understand the message of the film and how it deals with the fact that patriarchy hurts men too.” And sure, it’s made explicit that being in charge and having the material trappings of patriarchal power does not make Ken happy on an existential level (because his real dream in life is to be a horse girl), but it’s not enough to cancel out that every single man in the film is portrayed as an incompetent moron. Stuff like “Men love explaining the Godfather and think playing the guitar is interesting and impressive to women” doesn’t bother me--these are jokes in a comedy film and the characters doing them are doll people who live on a plastic beach. But it’s not just the Kens that are stupid, the men from the real world are all stupid too. The husband of the America Ferrera character is essentially a real world Ken--there just to be there and someone neither the audience or the women in his life spare much of a thought for unless we are laughing at how ridiculous his existence is. The Barbie movie is only “not sexist” in that it’s not as bad as you might expect because the bar for these sorts of thing is so low it’s on the ground.

The messaging around the whole Ken takeover is extremely weird and confusing. As Ken observes, the real world is opposite from life in Barbieland; in Barbieland the Barbies are the patriarchs who occupy all the positions of power and Kens are the “women” in that they are second-class citizens whose lives and identities revolve around the Barbies because they’re not permitted to do anything fulfilling or interesting on their own. But when Ken turns Barbieland into Kendom, the plot seems to run on the assumption that the audience’s sympathies would naturally be with the Barbies fighting to restore the status quo and not with the Kens, who were an underclass until about a day ago. Yes the society they set up is bad--it’s just the reverse of the unfair system that existed before--but there is very little sense that the Barbies are getting a taste of their own medicine and instead the narrative is that it’s tragic that these strong women who have won Nobel prizes have to be nice and pay attention to the obviously stupid and boring Kens for even a day. The main character expresses that she feels bad for treating Ken poorly and this is shut down by another character (meant to be a real human woman from the real world) who basically says she shouldn’t feel bad because Ken stole her house and “brainwashed” her friends but isn’t it just one of the struggles of womanhood that we feel bad about how we treat shitty men~ . 

Like, what? All the Kens were homeless before this! I liked the Barbie character and all, but obviously I’m going to feel more sympathy for the person whose example of how the real world made him feel like someone is that a woman found his existence worthwhile enough to ask him for the time than for someone whose arc is dealing with her life being less than perfect for the first time.The former is both very sad and just more like a real experience that most people would have--a lifelong sense of inadequacy rather than having an idyllic existence that went suddenly wrong--yet it’s Barbie who is framed as the relatable one because, I suppose, she is a woman.  

I think the movie relies a little too much on this “sisterhood” idea that I’ve always hated. I’m sure I’m meant to be nodding my head at the little speech about the contradictory expectations placed on women and going “yes that’s just what it’s like!”...but I simply didn’t relate to it at all and was left thinking it was sort of a weak, lazy solution to a conflict that was already a bit contrived to begin with. That Barbies would be just as susceptible to rhetoric from some college freshman’s B+ women’s study’s paper as they were to instantly adopting patriarchal ideas actually makes sense, but I don’t think that’s the joke--we’re meant to find it profound. (The human characters in general are the weakest part of the movie. It feels almost like they are remnant of an earlier version of the story that got changed a lot, especially the Mattel executives). 

At the end there is some lip service to things not just going back to the way they were, but a Ken cannot have a seat on the supreme court. The point of this, I think, is supposed to be that just like a company releasing toy that is a woman president isn’t going to solve gender inequality, neither is this one event going to immediately change Barbieland into an egalitarian utopia; real equality is hard to to achieve and is a slow process of incremental changes. This is good, but it’s undercut by the movie wanting to have it’s cake and eat it too by having all these girlboss scenes where the Barbies are taking back Barbieland and are clearly better and smarter than the Kens. We’re meant to see them talk about “keeping Barbieland Barbieland” and getting to reinstate “their” constitution (that 0 Kens get to vote on) and feel...good? Inspired? 

I couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with how this plotline ended because the situation looks sort of grim.The only Barbie who is ever shown to have any empathy for a Ken leaves, and the Ken with the most personal development gives up leading anyone because it’s not his thing and cedes his leadership position to a Ken who doesn’t have the motivation not to build his life around Barbie that he does. I think I would’ve liked it more if Ken also left Barbieland. He had an existential crisis too;  he was also effected enough by his experience that he was capable of tears. If Stereotypical Barbie doesn’t feel like Barbie anymore, does Stereotypical Ken really feel like Ken? After having to completely redefine his entire reason for existing?  As it is, it almost feels like the film is saying that Ken is too simple to be irrevocably changed by what he’s been through, like only Barbie’s feelings are deep and meaningful. I just wanted a post-credits scene where he runs a horse ranch with Allan or something. 

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

i saw that review on letterboxd of all the rhetorical questions for barbie and like… the more i think abt it, the more i’m certain that the review’s author fundamentally misunderstood the film. barbie land is not a utopia in the way that adults would think abt a utopia, like the author seems to imply… barbie land is canonically shaped by little girls playing with their dolls. that’s why we see a supreme court. thats why there are nobel prizes and authors and lawyers (also because that’s how the toys are marketed… would there be a mermaid in ur utopia??? there would be in mine!). that’s why barbie and ken don’t necessarily know what a boyfriend and girlfriend are “meant” to do (not to mention that the author’s assumption that sex is fundamental to a romantic relationship is problematic at best). that’s why barbie is indifferent to ken (i personally had the life size barbie and my sister had the barbie dream house—we had the working woman barbie game, i had the genie barbie gameboy game, we had countless barbie dolls; we didn’t own a single ken doll lol). barbie land is a world created by and for little girls as they play with their dolls (she says in a comment on the original post “don’t little girls play with their dolls in a sexual way?” and yeah, sure, some do. but i didn’t and i’m sure there are others who didn’t… just like there are some girls who completely mutilated their own dolls and made them into horrifying creatures)… that’s why stereotypical barbie starts having an existential crisis—because a grown woman begins to play with her doll again and starts reshaping barbie land… we, as the audience, are meant to understand this as an outlier to how barbie land is canonically created. the author also calls ken “crass” and “slovenly”… maybe after he builds the patriarchy in barbie land he becomes “crass” but i wouldn’t call him slovenly at any point in the film (i suppose this is just semantics tho).

also, please stop saying that barbie land is a reversal of the real world. it isn’t, even if that may have been the filmmakers intentions. again, barbie is indifferent to ken. she does not abuse him, she does not treat him like he exists to service her by cooking or cleaning or providing other favors for her… barbie does not oppress ken in the way that men oppress women in the real world (we have no idea if he owns property or where he lives and she doesn’t seem to particularly care—extremely different from the fact that women couldn’t have their own bank accounts or credit cards, get a mortgage on their own or divorce their husbands through no fault divorce until the second half of the 20th century in the us… within a lot of our mothers and grandmothers lifetimes!!!!) and it is a complete disservice to conflate or equate the two. we actually see barbie drawing clear boundaries around her time and space in regards to ken—this is not a reversal of misogyny as women and girls experience it in the real world, by any stretch of the imagination.

is the film perfect or revolutionary or radical? of course not. it was produced by major studios and corporations in hollywood. of course the barbie movie is a fucking commercial for barbie, like… to expect anything different is just extremely dumb on your part if u saw the trailer, saw the marketing, saw the interviews, bought a ticket, and sat ur ass in the theater, like be fuckin serious. but don’t do women and girls a disservice by discrediting the world and thoughts and ideas it could open up for them by seeing themselves be taken seriously on screen in a major summer blockbuster with stupid fucking questions because u want to feel superior to everyone else because YOU and ONLY YOU see through the capitalist marketing of lipstick pop girlboss feminism (especially when juxtaposed with the way the female characters are treated in oppenheimer, which we cannot help but compare to the barbie film with the viral marketing of barbenheimer).

[applestorms]

BARBARA

might not go too in depth with this one since i'm a little outta practice writing essays but!! i wanted to get a few notes out of my reaction after watching the barbie movie so here we go ^w^ obvious spoiler warning under the cut, though if you want to just skip the section marked "ending," it probably isn't too bad.

STRENGTHS

1. early jokes

in my head i kind of split this film into two sections that intermingle often but are still pretty separate: the beginning half, which features more of the humor/references to the history of barbie, both in terms of the corporation and the experience of kids growing up with barbie dolls, and the ending half, which features more of the in-depth emotional reflection. while it does manage to delve fairly deep into some existential questions (enough that i think this is quite distinctly a barbie movie for adults), it stays pretty lighthearted overall which seems ideal for this kind of movie.

what i really like about many of the early jokes in this film (and its humor in general) is how they play off of the himbo/bimbo stereotypes of both ken & barbie in such a way that doesn't actually diminish the intelligence of any of the characters involved- specifically, most of the early jokes in the movie are based around the implication that (despite not actually being shown) kids are the ones playing with the dolls and moving all of the characters seen on set, meaning that the limitations on their intelligence are the limitations of the kids dreaming up their world (i.e. the continual references to a lack of genitalia, ken not knowing why he would want to sleep over, pouring an empty milk carton, etc).

what this means is that the movie is able to make a ton of stupid jokes referencing the absurdity of barbies and the dumb shit that inevitably comes up when you give kids access to toys while simultaneously allowing the characters (and in particular, margot barbie) the emotional intelligence necessary for the deeper reflection that shows up in the second half. it's really well done imo, and part of the reason why i think this film genuinely is appealing to fans and haters of barbie, lightly joking about the inherent weirdness and questionable history of the corporation while allowing room for genuine care & excitement on the part of people who care about it as a key part of their childhoods & experience growing up.

2. trauma of womanhood

alright, started off strong with this essay by explaining the joke. now let's talk about the trauma of growing up as a woman.

but forreal, the scene where barbie & ken are first rollerskating around in the real world and commenting on the reactions of other people to their (exactly copied) outfits hit me so much harder than i expected. while i mentioned earlier that this movie really does seem to have a little something for everyone watching, there still seems to be a target demographic of adult women that grew up with barbie & remember them fondly (i.e. gloria, the main mother) and for that group in particular i think this movie really has the ability to hit people hard.

what hits me so hard about that scene is just how real it is to the experience of that jarring transition. i'll write more about this in the section on mothers coming up next, but you can really read the movie as a reflection on the experience of growing up as a girl and hitting adulthood. the distinct stages that margot barbie goes through (mindless happiness -> existential crisis -> inner peace at the gynecologist) in part seem to reflect the experience of growing up as a cis woman (childhood -> sudden yanking into womanhood & being treated like an adult -> more peace with new social position).

in one of my classes on feminist philosophy this guy who i had been talking to a lot made a very significant comment that's stuck with me ever since. we were talking about trans feminism, and he (as a trans guy himself) mentioned how he always found it weird that people were so picky about the transition between genders when something like puberty and the bodily changes that come with that are so easily accepted as normal and barely even treated like a change. in particular, he mentioned something about how harsh & almost violent the transition from girlhood into womanhood can be, how you can be yanked into the role with all of its expectations so suddenly out of nowhere. it's a sentiment that i've heard echoed in similar comments from other trans individuals since, particularly from a few trans men about their own experiences where being a girl was fine, but being a woman was not.

this is honestly one of the areas where i think cis people and in particular cis feminism can really gain some meaningful reflection from the experiences of trans people, if i may say so as a cis woman myself. really, you don't have to be a man for the above sentiment about "being a girl is fine, being a woman isn't" to still kinda fuckin apply!! what resonates so strongly with me about the rollerblading scene is margot barbie's reaction to suddenly being sexualized, the (as she explicitly says) underlying violence of that experience, the discomfort and self-consciousness that comes from it and the distinct contrast of how ken really does not feel the same way. there's something that can really fuck you up about growing up as a girl hardly even aware about most of your body only to suddenly start growing tits and have everyone's treatment of you do a fucking 180.

i have a very vivid memory that reminds me of my own such experience when it comes to this, actually. when i was in high school we were required to take a foreign language for a few years to graduate, so i ended up taking a couple years of japanese to fulfill the requirement. it was one of my favorite classes overall since everyone taking it was pretty much guaranteed to be a nerd interested in anime and/or video games, and it was the one class where i consistently had friends and got close to the teacher. it was still a bit awkward on my part, however, because of one thing- the class was almost entirely made up of dudes, with the 3 exceptions being myself, the teacher, and one other girl who came out as a lesbian a couple weeks into the start of class. essentially what this meant is that i was the only potentially "available" girl in the room (ignoring whether or not there was any actual interest on either side of things) for most of the 2-3 years i took the class. this was fine for the first year or so, back when i was super depressed and only ever wore the same 2 hoodies every single day, but as my mental health improved, so did my clothing habits and with it came a distinct shift in the ways that the other people in the room treated me.

i remember i finally gave in and wore a skirt one day and the shift in treatment was practically fucking tangible. it wasn't that people treated me worse or better necessarily, i mean there were a couple dudes that weirded me out a bit and my relationships with my close friends didn't change a bit, but suddenly it felt like there was all of this additional shit weighing down my interactions with people i had previously felt comfortable with and, frankly, it fucking sucked! it felt like the fact that i had finally outwardly performed femininity suddenly reminded half the class that i was, in fact, a girl and all of a sudden there were all of these complex expectations and reactions that i was forced to shift through out of nowhere and i entirely didn't expect it.

to get back to the point, though that experience wasn't exactly the same as margot barbie suddenly being viciously sexualized by everyone in her path (though certainly, i've dealt with that one too) i think it still gets at a similar idea of how harsh and sudden the transition into womanhood can be and i appreciate how this movie reflected on that, especially in the context of how the shift primarily comes from a change in how other people view you. margot barbie never ages throughout the film, never goes through puberty like an actual kid and has to deal with the changes that come from that, but if anything i think that makes the message stronger- even if she is still fundamentally the same physical being, the external shift in perception is still strong, particularly in its influence on how one views themself.

3. mothers (& patriarchy)

i think it's safe to say that this is, at it's core, a feminism movie, and it explores this through the exploration of two main ideas: motherhood, particularly through the relationships of the movie's main women (margot barbie, gloria, sasha, & ruth handler), and patriarchy as tested by the kens, in particular ryan ken.

imo the movie's demonstration of the transition from childhood -> adulthood through margot barbie's character arc doesn't just focus on her as an individual, but also her relationship with her "creator," ruth handler, who is essentially treated like margot barbie's mother (i believe this is really clarified at the end of the movie, though tbh i forget what exact scene/line made me think that while originally watching). what really caught me off guard about this aspect is just how much it symbolically delves into the topic of grief, specifically through the loss of a mother on the part of margot barbie. i almost questioned if this was intentional at first, since it's quite vague and doesn't really show up very often, but iirc it ended up being quite a strong point. i replayed gris quite recently and i wasn't expecting to come up with the same emotions watching the barbie movie of all things, but i think it works well.

*also, sidenote: while i won't go too in depth into gloria & sasha's arcs since they feel pretty straightforward to me, i do want to add that i really liked how gloria was the girl that margot barbie was originally attached to rather than sasha. feels like the moviemakers really learned from EEAAO for that one, and it's nice to see more older women get put in the spotlight for once.

4. ken

SO. ok i know i mentioned patriarchy above but let's just give ken and patriarchy his own section cause i really liked how his arc was done. ryan gosling fucking killed it here, he knew exactly what needed to be done and did it and it deserves all the praise.

the one thing i wished there was a little bit more of though (keeping in mind that i've got a section on weak points right after this one) is a slightly clearer demonstration of how toxic masculinity/patriarchy/whatever the fuck you wanna call it makes men just as miserable as it does women. i think a part of what made this point weaker in my mind is how separate the barbies & kens were by the end of the movie (more on this in the section on dubious hope), though idk i might be nitpicking a bit too hard there. overall ken is a lovely horse girl with stunning proficiency at beach and i think his arc was incredibly satisfying and beautifully flashy, a perfect balance to the rugged femininity of barbie. you ARE kenough my dude, and i laughed hard enough at that hoodie to almost consider shelling out the 60 bucks for a real one.

5. ending

i started getting nervous right at the end there because as the movie seems to be aware, there are a lot of ways this could've been fucked up. this movie had a very particular message (i.e. women don't have to be extraordinary just to deserve existing in peace) that it was very intent on delivering the right way, and ultimately i think it succeeded. it managed to not shove a last minute barbie/ken romance into the final minutes, it reflected meaningfully enough on what the idea of a barbie really represents, and it let you leave the theater in good spirits with a great dumb joke.

6. no apologies & marketing (barbie can be anything)

actually- let's expand on that previous point a bit! "women don't have to be extraordinary just to deserve existing in peace," is a great message and fantastic evolution off of the classic barbie brand of "women can do anything they set their hearts out to do," and i really liked that the film stuck to this idea the whole way through. there's a potential criticism of the feminism of this film that it tries to tackle too much at once and doesn't give each individual point enough time to stew (aka there's margot barbie's emotional development arc but also gloria & sasha's arc but also ken's patriarchy arc etc. etc.), but i think that in sticking to this one core message it feels cohesive enough that i can't lean on that point too heavily.

i also like how this idea kinda transforms the messaging behind the original marketing for the movie. "this barbie is a [INSERT OCCUPATION HERE]" is great in that it attracts your attention by playing into the "classic" barbie message but also in that the movie seems to fundamentally be about pointing out that the occupation is not what makes those barbies (women) deserving of being treated with humanity and respect. it's just. it's fuckin nice.

7. barbie girl in a barbie world (the SET DESIGN) vs. lovely reality

THE PLASTIC SETS & PROPS WERE SO FUCKING GOOD like we knew they were going to be but AAAAAAAAA. istg god bless whoever worked on making all that shit look like plastic it was so good i was staring wide eyed the entire movie. also: just the right amount of sparkles and incorporation of old advertisements. chefs kiss.

additional short note before we get to the weak points cause lord my hands are starting to Feel It again: i really like that the "real world," for all of its grittiness in comparison to the barbie world wasn't treated like completely disgusting or dingy but instead a different, but still at times lovely place. all those shots of the light coming through the trees really helped i think, it was just nice that while it was different and jarring to margot barbie to see she was still able to see the beauty in it all. that scene where she tells the old lady at the bus stop that she's beautiful is the emotional core of this movie in my mind and i can't appreciate it enough for keeping that all present.

WEAK POINTS

1. what the fuck was up with that smallpox line

as it says! it was weird and jarring and out of place and i kind of wish it was just cut out entirely. this is probably the biggest negative point i have against the movie and since i've actually seen some people talking about this one i think i should try going a bit more in depth.

from what little i've seen of other comments on this, i think one of the biggest criticisms says something along the lines of "it's a bad line because it equates american indian genocide with patriarchy which isn't an equal comparison," and though i don't know if i would agree with that point exactly, i do think the comparison is ultimately a weird one to make and fails to make any meaningful points that aren't tainted by a weird insensitivity to indigenous american history.

it's actually not about the deaths for me, since i think it's ignorant to say that women haven't been killed due to the effects of patriarchy (even if nowadays it is usually at an intersection of more minority identities- cishet middle-class white women certainly aren't the ones being killed for their woman-ness in this day and age, at least in most of america). while fundamentally i think it's always going to be weird to try and compare the experiences of people dealing with different types of bigotry, i think another key problem here is the fact that the things being compared here just don't function in the same way.

take what i say here with a grain of salt since i don't have any direct american indian affiliations myself (rather, i'm mixed white/filipino actually), but patriarchy and the deaths that came from the diseases that originated from the introduction of europeans to the american continent just aren't really comparable, literally apples to oranges in my mind. for one thing, the line takes away from the agency that goes into patriarchy on the part of (cis) men which seems to actively conflict with the actions of ryan ken throughout the movie, and for another, the focus on disease seems to uncomfortably disregard the very real active killing sprees that settlers fairly regularly went on in while violently colonizing the continent. it just- none of it really works! i genuinely don't get why this line had to be included- it's never elaborated on, it doesn't support any of the messages the film seems to be trying to send (if anything, actively going against what it's trying to do), and it's so uncomfortably out of place it actually distracted me from the movie long enough that i had to mentally scramble to figure out what was happening again.

i'd like to hear more of an in-depth criticism from someone more fit to comment on this topic. if anyone would like to respond/link elsewhere to something more sophisticated than these random notes of my own, it would be greatly appreciated. more on this movie and race a bit later.

2. limitations of capitalism

this is one point that i think the movie actually dealt with fairly well, which makes sense since there are so many ways that this movie could've ended up turning into a massive fucking ad campaign for mattel, like even more than it already was. i think it works because it just doesn't linger on it too much- there's only so much criticism of capitalism you can shove into your massively corporate, expensive film before it gets fucking obnoxious and impossible for anyone to take you seriously. frankly i think that for any movie this mainstream at this scale it should just avoid talking about it at all, but the short, vague references they kept in were quick enough that i couldn't complain for too long. in recent years there have been a lot of shows & movies that in their attempt to be woke end up just annoying everyone, the bigots and the people they're trying to appeal to both, but these shorter comments, especially within the context of the rest of the movie's messages & themes, felt at least a little more genuine.

3. white feminism & the lack of introspection w/ race

oh man. this movie is fuckin WHIIITE, which was kind of expected but also yeesh. in all fairness, similar to the above point i think this movie did a decent job at making the cast fairly diverse without being overly obnoxious patting itself on the back about how woke it is (again, i think this is because it had an actual message in mind), but overall i still can't think of this movie as being about anything other than fundamentally white, cis feminism. and to some degree that's fine!! this movie knows what it is and i think it genuinely does give some good direction for a better way of approaching "classic" white feminism (especially considering how much female CEO-type girlboss feminism pandering bullshit we've gotten in recent years), but, y'know. a smidge more depth would've been nice, especially in the relationship between sasha & gloria (though i did find the dad's broken language practice endearing lol white dads =3=.)

4. weird barbie & queerness (cock ring ken)

it could've been so much gayer. it definitely had some hints here and there, like you cannot tell me that weird barbie isn't a dyke, a couple twinks hit on ken during the rollerblading scene, and that final ken dance battle was exactly the right amount of homoerotic, but still. i just wish it was more blunt about it, i feel like a lot of the underlying tension of gay shit underlining all of the intense femininity went over the heads of straight audiences and that makes me kinda sad cause it feels like i'll have to fight to make it seen which we all seem to be getting sick of doing. bring back cock ring ken mattel, i know a shit ton of people (myself included) who'd by the fuck outta that.

that being said, i also like that it didn't linger on romance too much, instead focusing on the mother/daughter relationships that mesh more cleanly with the general themes of growing up and girlhood. ken figuring out how to deal with being friendzoned by coming to terms with his own self-worth was lovely and i wouldn't change that conclusion a bit. i just wish, for the sake of my own tastes, that we could've gotten a bit more time with that line about how you're either a stereotypical barbie or a weird loser, since that definitely resonated with my own experience growing up a queer weirdo loser, or just that side of queerness that often makes you feel like an outsider to the mainstream.

5. dubious hope

...ok to be honest, after writing the rest of this post, i'm not sure i believe this anymore. originally this point was going to be something along the lines of how i thought that EEAAO was a lot more clean in its defense of holding onto hope, and maybe i do still believe that, but thinking back i think this movie does actually do a pretty good job in trying to combat the usual pessimism that drenches a lot of white cishet feminism (and women in general, tbh). mostly this just goes back to the point i made before about how i wish they hadn't separated the kens & barbies so heavily near the end- idk, it just lowkey feels like its playing into this subtle idea that's been going around where, like, men have to be gay in order to have non-misogynistic relationships with women and just. ugh i dunno, i have lots of loaded, complex ideas about that which i will not be elaborating here, ultimate conclusion is that i think we need to figure out a better way to heal the fucked up relationship between straight men and straight women that permeates through patriarchal gender roles so heavily than just "make everyone gay".

6. allan???

allan. needed more of him. michael cera was the perfect casting choice for this and i wish he had more of an arc but also i get it. i get it. uhh anyways

[moviepixie]

Barbie

Subtitle: Is Barbie Worth the hype

Now, I am one of the biggest Barbie enjoyers. I was even contemplating going to watch this in the cinema. I've heard people call this the greatest movie. But I'm here to give you the truth. If you look on the internet, this movie has a three-star review. A balance of five stars and 1 star and hardly any in between. This is my honest review.

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To start with, I believe that the movie had some key points. I did enjoy Barbie because she could be whatever she wanted to be. I enjoyed looking at her life and watching almost every movie she had. However, ten minutes into the movie, I had to take a break. One thing people know about me is that I hate when things get political. Even if you must put it in a movie, I'd prefer it to be subtle and not loud.

The start of the movie felt like a lecture. The whole thing about Barbie's life being perfect every day and Ken's day only being perfect if Barbie looked at him felt too far-fetched. To add to that, there was a line saying that a pregnant doll is just too weird. I don't know what they were getting at but I felt like I was being lectured.

I got so tired of listening that I had to put the movie on 1.5x speed to get through it.

I gathered that this movie is more about Men being bad and the patriarchy being bad. It's also about women being good and the Matriarchy being better. Every single stereotype was rolled into a movie and spat at me as a watcher. Not to mention in the movie when Barbie was told that she sent feminism back 40 years or something, she just ran and cried. It also portrayed men as stupid.

It also has this narrative that in the real world, everyone hates women. There was also a part where they said that Ken was absolutely useless. Look I prefer the original series. I never looked down on Ken nor did I look down on Barbie. I loved how independent Barbie was and Ken didn't have to be put down so that Barbie could shine.

The next area of complaint is that when Ken reversed Barbie land and treated Barbie the way she treated him, she broke down about it She didn't like feeling unimportant which is kind of ironic. Not to mention that when everything fell apart, all she could do was lay flat on her face and sob. Nothing like the Barbie that I remember. I don't mind the sobbing but Barbie was never one to give up!

Not to mention that the solution to understanding all this was to rant about how impossible it was for it to be a woman. Now I'm not going to get into politics because I hate it and I hate talking about politics but this movie was a waste of an hour and 48 minutes of my life.

I went in with as little expectation as possible and was met with a word vomit of why the matriarchy is better and why men are bad and women should be in charge of everything. It wasn't my cup of tea and I'm honestly glad I didn't go and watch it in the cinema. I wouldn't have made it to the end.

I know I’m the end there was some sort of reparation but honestly, I’m over the movie.

Look, you can be anything you want to be regardless of your gender and no matter what you do either as a man or a woman, someone is always going to have something to say about you. Life is difficult for everyone and while Barbie does highlight some key struggles, it doesn't paint the full picture. All it does is show a certain portion that will please society. If the film was not aimed at making a statement then it wouldn't be an issue. The movie aimed at making a statement instead of making a correct statement. Men and women are unique in their own ways and face different sets of problems. That is my own opinion.

I wouldn't recommend this movie to anyone but feminists and quite honestly, it was made for them. I wouldn't watch it again and if not for this review, I would have quit at the first 10 minutes. It’s not my cup of tea. You can promote feminism in a way that doesn't come up as lecturing, you can promote feminism in a way that does not put men down. It's safe to say that I'll never watch this movie again. I will never recommend it to people close to me and unless you're really into blatant lectures on why women have it harder than men, I wouldn't recommend it to you. I would rate this movie a 2.9/10 and that's because some parts were funny to me. It’s my opinion, if you liked the movie then good on you.

Crushes from the movie: you guessed it, none.

[madison-reviews]

Barbie Movie Review:

I thought I would make this my first post mainly because it was the most recent movie I watched. I loved this movie so so much, not only did it have A powerful message, it had MULTIPLE powerful messages which always makes a good movie, of course.

So the movie follows "Stereotypical Barbie" who has the perfect life. She wakes up with perfect hair, teeth, clothes - everything. But one day, she wakes up with bed hair, morning breath and wort of all - flat feet! (Before I go further with my opinion, this movie made me laugh so much as well as tear up - also there will be spoilers!)

Stereotypical Barbie eventually figures out there is a malfunction with her so she asks Weird Barbie for help to which Weird Barbie tells her that she needs to go to the real world because the girl who used to play with her is depressed.

So, before our Barbie malfunctions, there's Ken, and he loves Barbie because that's all Ken was made for - to love Barbie. Know, I want to elaborate on this thought further down the line but I loved that in Barbie land, it was women who ruled it and men were essentially objectified yet in the real world it was the opposite. Quick examples include: Ken only being happy when Barbie is in sight, Ken fighting with the other Kens because of inferiority complex, Ken being excluded from Barbies life because of things like "every night is girls night" and more. Do these sound familiar? Well if you're a woman in the real world, that's probably why. Women hating other women purely because of fear of being replaced by your partner and feeling inferior around someone we deem "perfect" is a common thing women of the real world experience and I love that it was flipped in Barbie Land and that when our Barbie got the shock she got in the real world and the reality check she got near the end of the movie realising how poorly she was treating Ken made me super happy. I loved that there was never really a double standard.

I loved that in the movie, we felt as though we were Barbie herself, experiencing the world for the first time, seeing the emotions. The pain, the happiness, the worry. All things we experience on a daily basis as humans but when we see them al together, we feel how Barbie did. Sad, happy, scared all at once. It made me feel like I was a human travelling earth for the first time haha.

There was also a scene where Barbie went to Mattel HQ and in an attempt to send her back, they put her in a plastic box - you know, the plastic box your Barbie comes in - and when she went in it, just before they tied her wrists to the back of the box, she experienced panic and so did I really and I'm not a doll nor have I ever been subjected to being put in a box but I still felt scared. I also felt really bad for all the Barbies in the shops after I saw the movie, haha. Weird thing was though, I didn't feel silly or stupid for feeling that way. I wonder why that was.

So Barbie and Ken go to the real world and while Barbie tries to figure out who the girl she is looking for is, Ken goes on a little adventure around town, and it's hilarious. I loved the patriarchy jokes and the way he thought it was only about horses and even by the end of the movie he still didn't really understand it. It was very funny, I love Ryan Gosling. Basically, Ken figures out that men run the real world and this is a shock to him because he's used to being the one not in control as he lives in Barbie Land - where women control that world. It was weird because see to be honest, I felt like Ken was the woman sometimes... Does that make sense? He was so accessorised and so meek and only lived for Barbie that he reminded me of a woman in the real world and it really opened my eyes into realising that men can feel that way too. At the end of the day, we're all human and controlling behaviour does not own a gender. Women can be as controlling as men and vice versa. Although Kens scenes made me laugh a lot, they also made me stop and think a lot.

After Barbie runs away from Mattel, (funny) she jumps into the car of the mother of the little girl who she thought was the girl who was depressed. Turns out, this little girl is actually very popular and a little rude at times and far from depressed... Her mother however, is very sweet, depressed, going through motherhood of a teenager and also a little bit childish who, funny enough, still owns a Barbie. Stereotypical Barbie, that is. There - in the car - after realising this is who she needs to "save" Barbie takes her and her daughter back to Barbie Land as a way to show them both that women aren't doomed essentially.

Little does Barbie know though, that Ken had already returned to Barbie Land and taken it over. He's made all the Barbies wear made outfits, deliver beers and become what the Kens used to be - servants, living solely for Ken and Ken alone. They literally only think of the Kens! But doesn't that sound awfully familiar? Well, you would be right. This is how Ken felt and was treated in the beginning of the movie and when he sees Barbie, he seems sad but his sadness turns into anger and pettiness it would seem. I mean, who wouldn't feel that way after being rejected but not rejected at the same time?

I loved when all the Kens started getting all petty and jealous because it was sort of funny but also subtly serious in a way. We also got the most amazing song in the whole soundtrack "I'm just Ken" sung by Ryan Gosling himself. Absolute masterpiece really.

There's a part when Barbie starts telling Ken it's the BARBIE Dreamhouse and that he shouldn't be there and Ken gets upset obviously and he tells her that "Every night is boys night" paralleling to what Barbie had told him in the beginning of the movie when Ken asked to stay over and Barbie said "Every night is girls night" leaving Ken to go home alone - if he even has a home that is.

Coming to the end of the movie, we get a really hard hitting speech from Barbies human (I forgot her name but it was America Ferrera's character) that was great really. I love it when movies don't pretend that all women love and respect each other. One quote I remember was when she said "Men hate women and women hate women. It's the one thing we can all agree on." and it just really hit home you know? Probably because it's true and although I can't remember the whole speech, I remember being truly moved by it, which is very rare for me personally!

After the Barbies hit the Kens where it hurts most (their egos) they regain power in the Kendom and rename it back to Barbie Land but when Ken figures it out he runs away crying and Barbie feels bad so they have a heart to heart and it was actually very sweet. It didn't feel like they were babying Ken but they weren't being rude with him either, I actually really liked the scene. It touched on the fact that Ken felt worthless without Barbie and how he felt like he could never just be "Ken" because it was always Barbie AND Ken, never just Ken but after a talk with Barbie and her officially rejecting him saying she's always just wanted to be his friend, he realises that he felt the same way this whole time, he just never felt like he COULD feel that way.

About 20 minutes before the movie ends, we officially meet the creator of the first ever Barbie Ruth Handler. (We do meet her earlier on when Barbie is on the run from Mattel but it's only for about 2 minutes) And it was the sweetest scene ever, seriously I was on the verge of tears when that Billie Eilish song came on and I'm not even a fan of her music. The clips and photos of mothers with their daughters was just so heart-warming and with the words "What was I made for?" in the background, it was just a sweet scene. Definitely a great mother-daughter movie. One quote that made me tear up was (don't quote me on it, I could be wrong) "Mothers stand still so they can look at how far their daughters have come" just a really good quote and when Barbie started crying and basically asked "Can I really be human?" and when Ruth replied "Oh honey, you never need to ask permission to be human" it felt very validating? I don't know.

Anyway that's about it, all in all personally, I thought the main message was that not only one gender can rule the world because of the fact that when men ruled the real world it was horrible for women and Barbie, but when Barbie Land was ruled by purely women, it was horrible for the Kens. I don't know if that was intentional or not but I hope it was, it was a very validating movie but in my opinion it wasn't very "in your face" because it wasn't ONLY about men being cruel, evil beings that shouldn't even exist.

To rate the movie out of 10, I would give it a 9/10. Only reason it isn't a 10/10 is probably because there was about 30 seconds when this tween age girl was trying to talk politics and it just felt really forced but it was literally 30 seconds or more so I don't really care. I loved the movie and I had a lot of laughs, tears and fun! I would for sure recommended it to anyone procrastinating on seeing it.

[ngc-5194]

Hihihi Lemon Drop!!! Hope you're having a lovely day 💛💛💛 Answerer's choice Sora Kingdomhearts or Joshua Kiryu Twewy for the ask game mayhaps??? :0c

hihi happi!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm having a pretty good day, thank you!! and! as u comand <3333333

Sora:

Sexuality Headcanon: bi!! and aromantic sometimes when the moment strikes. he is just a little guy who loves his friends oh so much <3333

Gender Headcanon: transmasc! he can contain so much transmasc swag its unreal. also every kh character is trans because i say so thank you for your time

A ship I have with said character: sorikai is soooo cute. who doesn't love childhood friends to lovers, especially when they all have two hands <33

A BROTP I have with said character: i need him and vanitas to be friends somehow so badly you don't understand. but of the actual relationships he has already him and roxas are so Important to me it's not even funny

A NOTP I have with said character: i'm gonna be real i just don't really get the princess ships. that or like him with any of the wayfinder trio. or just anyone who knew him as small kid when they were grown up.

A random headcanon: i think sora was the first of the island kids to learn how to swim but pretended to not be able to until riku and kairi could as well. he didn't want to swim until they could all swim together.

General Opinion over said character: I LOVE HIMMMM. he's so silly and kind and loveely. i am holding him in the palm of my hand and showing him off to everyone like a cool bug. i am feeding him little treats .i am forcing him to stop sacrificing himself for once in his life

Joshua:

Sexuality Headcanon: look at him. that's a homosexual. a very annoying one in a boring outfit but a Homosexual nonetheless. however. specifically he's homoromantic asexual. to me.

Gender Headcanon: trans man who gets just a little spicy with it (he/they/it in general but He/Him when he's feeling Annoying and she/her on the occasions he feels like it)

A ship I have with said character: i'm BORING okay <- joshneku. however joshbeat is also very funny to me i am smashing them together like barbie dolls.

A BROTP I have with said character: i think josh and shiki would be an incredible duo if they do not kill each other in the first 20 minutes. rather, if she does not kill him. again. also this is probably just dream drop distance talking but joshua and rhyme's dynamic can be SO.

A NOTP I have with said character: i suppose i'm not the biggest enjoyer of him and haz, but honestly i don't really care that much.

A random headcanon: ok this is a pretty common one but that boy definitely killed himself. most dramatically ironic if he did it from falling or a gun but no matter what that boy died by his own hand before he tried doing it again through neku

General Opinion over said character: i hate his ass so much. if anyone insults him theyre right but they are also so so so wrong. no one understands him like i do. i don't understand him either. i would punch him immediately if given the chance. someone needs to drag his ass to therapy yesterday. he's (probably) my favourite twewy character. i hate his stupid gay ass.

[fenixfoxtrot510]

Why did the kid not like the gift?

Was it just something that they didn't ask for but still something that they'd have fun with, or did their parents get them something that the kid actively hates?

Were the kids promised something, and was that promise broken?

Why is the price point what matters and not the thought behind the gift?

I was upset with gifts, too, when I was a kid. Because I often asked for something simple like a cd player from the dollar store or stuffed animals, and then my dad always got some stupid bulky frilly girl themed thing made with hard plastic that was painful to trip or fall on and bright colors that hurt my eyes, that I never enjoyed. They cluttered my room because, as a child, I only had the storage space provided by my parents, which was next to nothing. And that lead to me being yelled at all the time for my room being a mess because, as a child, I couldn't magic up a pocket dimension to throw the junk I didn't want in the first place into.

They're shaming kids because they spent a lot of money?

How is a child even supposed to know how much money things just arbitrarily cost? Most younger kids can't understand the value of money at all. But they can value things that make them happy, like a favorite tv show or character.

Do their parents even care about their child's interests, or are they just treating their kid like little Barbie dolls they can accessorize with whatever? It was their decision to spend that money, not the children's.

Why are we shaming children for having preferences?

We should be shaming parents who are so selfish as to throw hissy fits online when their kids aren't passive happy little pets intead of being real adults and taking an active interest in actually raising a full on human person.

"Look at this video of a child disappointed at their expensive gift! Children are so spoiled these days!"

That's cool. So, why did their parents upload their small child being upset online? In a public video, shared to the entire video? Why did they even save the recording?

Like. The kid in that scenario could be saying the most entitled nonsense in the world, and if their parents post it online to be publicly shamed, I'd still support the kid 100%. Thinking your child's life is a toy to exploit freely for #content is "spoiled"; when faced with mommy vlogers, kids should be demanding three PS5s and a new Bugatti, and we should be applauding them for it

[jeeliean]

A letter and a story, addressed to someone who will never read it. (also titled 'donuts')

when i think of my grandfather, i can only bear to think of the man i knew when i was younger.

he was many things - a baker, an entertainer, a chainsmoker, a man of many gifts. he laughed, clapped along when i would dance in their house on chinese new year for an angpao; never forgetting to give me a new toy or stuffed animal whenever i visited.

how long ago were those days? when the sheer amount of stuffed animals collected dust that triggered my asthma. when they had to be bagged up and donated to a nearby orphanage. and in the blink of an eye, all my minnie mouses, winnie the poohs, barney the big purple dinosaurs - all gone in bags to be enjoyed by other children. i dont remember my parents ever telling him they were given away; all that remained were my barbie dolls.

i fondly remember us baking together. we made donuts, loaves of bread, and my favorite: chocolate, cheese and cream baked all in one heavenly loaf. he'd prepare the dough, and i'd top it with ingredients (rather haphazardly... i was five). i helped use the hot press to seal the bread in the plastic packaging, and by nine he'd don that red velvet hat of his and bike to the morning market to sell his creations. oftentimes when my school bus would be en route home, my friends would point out,

"hey, who's that old man on his with donuts in the back seat? and in that funny red hat, too!"

those leftover, unsold donuts he'd often take home to share with the rest of us. i used to love riding my bike to his house and bring a few back as a little treat after dinner. it became my after-school ritual. id say my hellos to my grandmother, eat a little bit of her cooking, and be on my way back, with at least three donuts in tow.

in primary i'd beam with pride and tell everyone he was my grandfather. he wasn't like most grandfathers in our time - he didn't have any memory or mobility issues, he was a cool granddad. he fed me donuts and let me have as many chocolate sprinkles i wanted, often giving me a spoon to dig into the can. most of the stories i heard from my friends were that their grandfathers were distant, detached, or just gone. in a way that i knew was morally wrong, i felt superior to them knowing how i could share how comfortable i was with him around.

in middle school, i started felt awkward, as most teens do at that age. the people on the bus were new and as a result, most of them didn't know who he was. at times they'd be watching people on the streets and point him out because of his fire-truck red hat, but i'd always keep my mouth shut. i felt embarassed about everything at this age. who didn't? but God, i wish i still maintained that childlike pride of calling him my grandfather. month by month, clubs and homework began to consume me. no longer did i have the time to bike around my neighbourhood, visit my grandparents' house. i didn't even feel the rift growing between us. i was too caught up in superficial friendship drama, being used, and manipulated.

i dont remember exactly what year it was - i think it might've been my first year of high school when he fell. he hit his head on the floor at home. my dad and uncle were there in a flash. right from the get go, they told me and my brother it was bad. he slipped into a coma for a while and woke up with 20 years of his memory wiped. he could barely speak, walk, or even look up.

i never visited him while he was in the hospital. i tried to make myself feel better by telling myself it was pandemic regulations, but i knew in my heart i was just neglecting him. i still played the dutiful granddaughter in helping retrieve his lab tests, brain scans, and the like with my mother when needed. i was completely checked out. i thought i was so important in high school, with my responsibilities volunteering, being a part of the student council, etc. how stupid i had been. instead of going to visit him when my brother, mother and father did, i waved it off or said "next time" in favour of going to meetings and hangouts with my shiny new high school friends.

thankfully he had gotten better, but never to be able to make a full recovery. on top of his head trauma, his chainsmoking over the years had further deteriorated his physical health. once he was home i visited him once - and he didn't even remember my name. i felt my younger self shatter into a million little pieces, desperately searching for the warmth that glowed from behind his eyes.

"kamu anak siapa?" he'd ask, a thousand-yard stare boring into the wall behind me.

i laughed it off. too many of my extended family was there for me to look hurt. "aku anak aming, kongkong. jilly," i'd say with a light chuckle, like i was just letting him off easy. he's old, i'd tell myself. he's just old. not demented.

he'd cough and wheeze, with that signature smoker's rasp inflected in his response. "oh, jilly. anak aming."

he pretended he remembered, but do you know how people feign recognition when they try to recall how they know someone? that "oh, them!" tone. maybe it's his age, but there was no "feigning" his recognition of me at all. it was monotone, and my name didn't invoke a sense of belonging anymore. i felt crushed.

after that incident, we'd only ever visit every chinese new year. my brother kept going because somehow, my granddad remembers the sons. typical traditional chinese family mindset. however, i couldve put in more effort. i couldve taught him how to remember in the hospital, like everyone else did. i was so stupid.

last year, he finally passed. i didn't have much to say. most of my affection for him i deemed insignificant when compared to the actual effort shown by other members of my family.

i was there for the funeral. i couldnt make it to when they spread his ashes in the sea. from kongkong, i learned one thing. this was a lesson i thought i had learned long ago, something i kept stored away in the back of my mind. the universe reminded me to keep it fresh with his passing. never take people for granted.

after his fall, i checked out of our once-strong bond entirely. it was too painful to see him in that state and i thought myself unworthy to try and make amends when it had already taken such a bitter turn for the worse. i felt powerless at the hands of fate. i didn't even try. i was fighting other problems then - boys, my own mental health, my grades. my demented grandfather was barely a priority until he wasn't there anymore.

now, his loss still strikes a chord within me. it resonates everything i couldve done better, everything i shouldve been grateful for. instead, they're all regrets.

every month or so id think about him. nostalgia would always wash over me followed by a crashing wave of guilt. then id move on to my next thought, with the guilt being too much to bear while i was doing other things.

i wish i had done more. i wish i never let us drift apart in the first place. when i think of you, i still smell the golden, crisp donuts fresh out of the fryer. every time i eat from a bakery, i think of you. in every chocolate sprinkle, in every chocolate-cheese bread loaf.

[crimsun-n-clover]

went to see barbie today with maggie, daisy, alex, and ruth.

maggie and i cried dude it was AMAZING

a lot of it was maggie either pointing at me or alex for the characters doing something stupid that even SLIGHTLY related to us

alex was almost late which had the other three losing their goddamn MINDS. pacing and saying his name trying to summon him n shit. maggie said “he’s probably pulled over with a double cheeseburger smoking a cigarette and listening to van halen” mag i know you don’t know i smoke but that sounds like the best day of my life. instead of shuttling you three around i could’ve been splitting a pack of camels at burger king with the guy i’m tied for as biggest van halen fan? yes please.

anyways it was such a good movie. very funny, amazing comedic timing, very relevant, whimsical, earnest, charming, all that. it feels like an old cult classic you find out about when you’re in middle school that changes your life. it’s like rocky horror but socially acceptable. represents an oppressed community as the majority of the characters and anyone who isn’t included in that group is treated as the outsiders for once, is so warm and silly and there’s things you can still laugh at every time you watch, and a little bit at the end that you didn’t expect to make you cry so hard.

it’s very quotable and so sweet and genuine. all the doll characters really do seem like they’re being controlled by idealistic children.

i just know that maggie and i are gonna refer to my trailer as stevie’s mojo dojo casa house.

we got a lot of photos of us in our feminine doll outfits and we looked really cool. i was basically in a relaxed version of my homecoming look. black v neck dress, bigass eyeliner, beehive hair and nicely done bangs.

we went to waffle house after but alex had to go home right after the movie. i’m not as close to ruth as maggie is so it was a little weird but i still get along with her just fine. again, i knew everyone on the shift and my friends thought it was crazy.

after waffle house i took daisy home and the rest of us went to fuck around in walmart. i got the last two metallica cds i was missing and tried not to cry. there’s a photo of me in the mini arcade at the front of the store holding them while on the tiny kids merry go round waiting for ruth to finish something.

mag had a breakdown when she got home over not being able to fully be herself around daisy and ruth, which i completely understand. she’s the designated funny friend who no one bothers to check in on or take seriously. she kept saying “well maybe i’m just wrong because ruth just goes to therapy and writes it in her journal she doesn’t hold grudges or make enemies like we do stevie” and that’s when i told her that she’s a main character of my diary blog so hey. me fuckin too. ruth is just a lame christian who doesn’t get fucked over as much as we do.

today was a good day. but still, i had to do so much to avoid my parents. wake up at a certain time, leave when i hear dad turn on the shower, and not come home until they went out to dinner. this is my fucking house man.

i think i had other things to say but my brain is FRIED right now. too much hairspray and eggos or something i guess.