#but uh decided to go with bratz so)

[thetimelordbatgirl]

OC Halloween Challenge 2023 Random/Themeless Day One: Life In Plastic

Victoria Von Doom (Marvel Descendants) in the Bratz franchise.

[malicious-spectrum]

Action Figures — A Meta Fluff fic

(Aka: Oh my god they’re ACTUALLY HAVING A NORMAL CHILDHOOD MOMENT)

(Characters: Mint, Ditt, & Psyche)

Mint, with an action figure: NYEH-HEH-HEH!!! YOU PUUUNY HEROES WONT BE ABLE TO STOP THE TIME BOMB THAT’LL-

Mint, normally: what did we decide the time Bomb would do?

Ditt: Kill time, so Lord Timekiller can kill time.

Mint, as Lord Timekiller: WONT BE ABLE TO STOP THE TIME BOMB THAT’LL KILL ALL OF TIME!!!

Ditt, with a half-melted barbie doll: YOU WONT GET AWAY WITH THIS,, LORD TIMEKILLER!!! NOT AS LONG AS ME, TIANA TIMESAVER & THE SAVERS OF TIME CAN KEEP TIME ALIVE!!!

Mint, as Lord Timekiller: Well you forgot to factor in one thing, Timesaver…

[Mint takes off the head of Lord Timekiller & replaces it with a different head the figure came with]

Mint, as Lord Timekiller: I am your FATHER!!!

Ditt, as Tiana Timesaver: WHAT?? IT CANT BE!!!

Psyche, opening the door: Hey, I’m—

[Psyche stops, seeing the twins with an unholy amount of fucked up dolls with cut up hair, marker scars, & ect.]

Psyche: I hate that I’m not surprised.

Ditt: Waaaaaannna join the fight against Lord Timekiller?

[Ditt held up a dolphin plush, with angry drawn on eyebrows & googly eyes, to Psyche. Mint butts in & holds up an anime figure]

Mint: Or!!! Join him, & help him kill time!! & who knows, watch him fall in love with Queen Spacemurderer, & be his wingman!!!

Ditt: noooo, what about Tiana Timesaver’s mental health after she finds out that Lord Timekiller’s her father? She needs someone to support her!

Mint: Well I say DEATH TO MENTAL HEALTH!!!!

Ditt: Stoooop :(((

[As the twins start to argue, Psyche looks around the room, eventually picking up a Bratz doll]

Psyche, as the Bratz doll: TIANA TIMESAVER, LORD TIMEKILLER… WHILE YOU BOTH WERE BICKERING,, I MANAGED TO BUILD THE SPIRE OF SPACE MURDERING!!! TO STOP IT, YOU MUST MAKE IT TO THE STOP BEFORE I MURDER SPACE!!

The Twins, as their figures: GASP!! QUEEN SPACEMURDERER!

Psyche, as Queen Spacemurderer: MUAHAHA, YES, TIS I! And also my son, Prince PrettyneutraltowardsSpace!

[Psyche grabs a crappy bootleg doll]

Psyche, as Prince PrettyneutraltowardsSpace: ‘Sup.

Psyche, as Queen Spacemurderer: My son, uh… fight them I guess.

Psyche, as Prince PrettyneutraltowardsSpace: Nah, don’t feel like it.

Psyche, as Queen Spacemurderer: What??

The twins as their figures: JOIN US, JOIN US, JOIN US!!!

Psyche, as Prince PrettyneutraltowardsSpace: Yeah ok. Also my name is Prince Spacelover now.

Psyche, as Queen Spacemurderer: WHAT?? TRAITOR!!!

[The twins, out of character, were cheering for Prince Spacelover, before all three broke out into laughter.]

Psyche: Didn’t know you two liked making stuff up like this.

Ditt: Y-Yeah, sorry for bringing you into this, heheh.

Mint: This story’s been going on forEEEVVER. I wanna say it’s existed for uh… uh…

Ditt: Since we were 8.

Mint: Yep. Made lil mechanical dolls out of spare parts & made them FIGHT!!

Ditt: I think we still have one, actually.

[Ditt dug through a small pile of toys, grabbing what looked like a robotic marionette.]

Ditt: Here it is! ^^

Psyche: how did you do the triangle thing with your mouth— I mean uh. Wow, that’s really… Cool. It looks pretty intricate for something a kid made.

Mint: We literally has nothing else to do than tinker with broken metal we stole from around the facility.

Psyche: Well… I think it’s pretty cool. I’d be down to help you two continue this sometime soon.

The twins: Really?

Psyche: Yeah. But, uh…

[Psyche backed away, now leaning on the doorframe.]

Psyche: I gotta go help dad research those ruins he’s been uh. Researching. I was wondering if you two wanted to come with?

[The twins looked at each other, Mint barely looking her brother in the eye as he smiled unknowingly.]

Mint: Yeah.. Sounds fun. :(

Ditt: Mhm! Maybe we’ll find some treasure!! …Uh.

[Ditt picked up a few of the toys, seeing the mess they made.]

Ditt: Once we clean up this mess. -v-”

Psyche: …HOW DO YOU KEEP MAKING EXPRESSIONS WITH YOUR MOUTH—

[jellofangy]

It’s Halloween season, the best season to watch BBC’s Ghosts. Oh and uh I made an OC for the occasion. Her name is Elliza Ridley (Yes with two l’s lol). She is very optimistic, bubbly and quirky who lived in the Y2K era. Not only was she a huge toy lover with a huge hobby for fashion dolls and girls toys (She would begin to collect Barbie, Bratz, My Scene and even some MLP G3 toys, dolls and playsets before her fate) but was also was really talented with computer science including archiving websites and emulating softwares (She was even working on her own website).

Unfortunately in 2003 when travelling home after a city visit for university studies, she got lost near Button House. She was very curious about the place so she went to visit it. But just before she was ready to leave, she was accidentally run over by an oncoming vehicle and died on impact. She doesn’t exactly remember how it happened. She doesn’t even know if it was a car. As a result of this death she would become acquainted with Button House. She also seemed to have gained the ability of enhanced vision (Still working on how tho-). However due to the fact the house was full of Ghosts she just decided to live in a hole near it. She still had her belongings on her (Which included her carry case, toy collections and computer she used for programming) when she died so she was lucky to have something to try and continue going about her daily life while literally no longer having one.

(Might post the full drawing in the future)

[artificialqueens]

Sober (Symnali) - Pazinae

Summary: College girl Symone and her house love throwing parties. Denali loves a fun time, and finds herself there every weekend. Just to get drunk and party of course. No other reason. (AKA pretty lesbians in denial)

AN: a drabble inspired by denali coming over to the house of avalon a while ago, getting v drunk and dancing w symone (the outfit symone wears in the fic is from that day www.instagram.com/p/CODlQtnp-KM/ denali is wearing the pink dress from one of her older posts). also the time they streamed and were just drunkenly complimenting each other is the absolute Cutest and symnali is underrated. i have a lot of ideas for this so if yall are interested ill write a whole thing of what happened that night <3. my first fic and concrit is very much welcome!! song is sober by lorde :>

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//Night, midnight, lose my mind

Night, midnight, lose my mind

Night, midnight, lose my mind

Night, midnight−//

They called themselves House Of Avalon. They had all pitched in to rent a house near campus over the summer, and a place leased for a year consisting of young 20 year olds can only go as well as you can imagine. Yet getting ready for their parties surrounded by constant noise and the dozens of paintings, framed photos, and tchotchkes lining the wall, was a comfortable kind of chaos. As chaotic as they may be, they undeniably threw the best parties. Not to mention their outfits never missed, especially not Symone.

The madness of creative, raging queers all shoehorned together to form the most disorderly harmony was a type of home Symone wanted to bask in forever, and, quite honestly, the driving reason to stay in the boring hell hole that is college. The obligation of finishing this shit for a flimsy paper and bragging rights was a little more grounded when it’s the only reason her friends are currently living with her. One day this will all be done, and they can find a job with their degrees. Finish college like everyone wants her too, make everyone proud that yes, she did it, and together the House Of Avalon can buy a huge house with 5 guest bedrooms so everyone and their mama can visit. Throw the biggest parties, a pool in their backyard with an outdoor kitchen, a huge patio out front by the house gates, and they could even install a stripper pole in the living room. Until then she’ll be up at 7:30am to ride the train for her morning class. 

The thought of the a certain dimpled blonde helped make the week bearable because at least on the weekends she can fly to somewhere else. With someone else. 

Symone, Gigi and Rosy hung around the sofa together, getting tipsy as they waited for more people to pour in. They chattered mindlessly, the comfort between the three was an indescribable kind, so effortless and familiar. But in between each pause in conversation, when the laughs and talk of annoying professors and ugly hair trends came to a brief end, Symone couldn’t help but scan the room. Peeking out the corner of her eye for a certain pair of hooded eyes hopefully lingering around. A girl with the most distinct, beautifully symmetric face that can charm a room, and a sugary voice so addictive to listen to even without a sweet tooth. She could listen to Denali talk and ramble as much as she wanted about anything in the world, and she’d eagerly nod along. Her hazy tone when she’s slurring and half awake, to the chirps and goofy grins at the height of the night. The adorable glint in her eyes of passion and excitement when she drunkenly goes off about some kpop group Symones never heard of before, but might just happen to start coming across more. Her dancing like a duck that makes Symone squeal, and cheer, and hide her face in her shoulder so no one can see the smile she’s unable to bite back. She dawdles around with her infectious giddiness and smile so comforting it eases the absurdity and rushing high Symone constantly lives with. And it helps that she’s built like some athlete godsend with the prettiest arms and perfect curves and the most stunning thighs and calves and soft warm blonde hair with icy blue tips to frame her angelic face. She’s been drinking and it’s definitely just the alcohol that makes her head waiver and ramble. 

Time rushes by wedged between her sisters, and soon Symone holds an empty cup for the second already. The house has certainly been getting fuller and fuller. Glancing around, she finds the only person she could (and frankly would) look at for all of eternity, staring at her. Denali’s hair is scooped into two high ponytails at either side, and her body’s fit into a little off the shoulder pink mini dress that hugged her body all too well. Symone wanted nothing more than to just hold her, dance the night away until the jumble of noises and bodies fade out. Seeing her just standing there, perfect and still, a toothy grin is plastered on Symone’s face without her consent. She barely even knows Denali but her sheer presence brightens the room, sends butterflies to flutter around like she’s having some cheesy school girl crush. She can’t tell you what Denali’s favorite TV show, movie or season is, or how she likes her coffee. But if the world were to close in on them right now, have the walls disintegrate, ceilings crumble and the heaps of flesh around them melt into the floorboards under them- they’d still be yelling out the wrong lyrics while they twirl against the counter tops. Rush outside and run in the pitch black where nothing exists but each other in their hands- and that’s good enough for her. 

Denali just likes Symone because she wants to have fun, and Symone’s good at that. It’s okay that she won’t ever like Symone when she’s sober; When she’s quiet, and wrapped in a blanket over her hoodie starring at the ceiling. When she’s fidgeting with her nails and playing with her the tips of her hair instead of talking. When she burns mac and cheese and decides to have a bag of ketchup chips for lunch. Whatever it is they have; it’s still good enough for her. 

Damn maybe Symone does think a little too much. She winks at the dumbstruck skater. The night’s just begun, and the only exit signs in the labyrinth in her sinkhole of a mind is alcohol and/or Denali. Symone wants the and version. 

//Oh, God, I’m clean out of air in my lungs

It’s all gone, played it so nonchalant//

When Denali came through the door she not-so-subtly headed straight to the living room. She had barely glanced in their direction- but she saw her. She was laughing, in her little squad of pretty girls. The clique of long legged doe-eyed queens stand in the center of the living room in their mini skirts and low waisted pants- lifelike statues seemingly taking up all the air in the crowded room. She can’t help it if she stares a bit! They have cute outfits and Denali just wants some inspiration. Everyone’s gawked at the trio anyways. She looks at Symone, because of the cute fuzzy blue bucket hat adorned on her head. No other reason.

 But it’s hard to look away when her face- her makeup is so stunning. With a shimmery pink cut crease, and glossy lips, and dabbles of pink brightening her cheeks. Lashes that make her eyes pop, and the highlight on her glistening skin matched with her flimsy silver spaghetti strap crop top that made her shine even more like a radiant disco ball. The backless top is tied together behind, with a thin string leaving the space between her neck to ass as exposed skin. How could a person be so perfect? And addicting to look at? Unzipped jeans hung at the curve of her hip to show her pink thong, which rose to hug her waist. Pink wedge heels lie under her painted toe nails, and fuck was she a living bratz doll. It wasn’t Denali’s fault that she was objectively so head to toe stunning. It wasn’t her fault that she bit the inside of her lip a litte. It wasn’t her fault that her heart skipped when she was bent over in laughter and cupping her manicured hands over her mouth. It wasn’t her fault that she forgot to look away. It wasn’t her fault that when Symone caught her gaze she stood there frozen  (if the options are fight, flight or freeze, which do you think the ice girl is gonna do?). It wasn’t her fault that she forgot how to breathe when the enchantress gave her a wink. She smiles and waves in return. Someone taps Symone’s shoulder for her attention, and she looks busy. 

Denali pushes away, swimming through the sea of humans swarming the halls until she can identify the way to the kitchen. She needs a drink. It’s early and she’s far too sober for this.

//It’s time we danced with the truth

Move along with the truth//

There’s no reason why she’d be into Denali. She could literally get anyone she wanted, with her gleaming smile and cute laugh, and the way she can make you smile and feel important and wanted. The way she stops sipping in her red solo cup to look at you, to nod at every word and stare like you’re beautiful and matter. The way it’s impossible for her to not be the prettiest in the room. Denali takes a shot, the burning taste a welcome pain at the back of her tongue.

Five months ago when Denali took a sharp breath outside the main door, she made Rose come with her because, fuck, she wasn’t going to a party by herself. Not back then, at least. When she was a flustered freshman in October who didn’t know how to have a good time. Back when she first met the party throwers, and a certain captivating spirit with braided honey gold hair in a skimpy black dress took shots with her. Complimented her wispy hair dyed blue at the ends. Told her she looked amazing in slurred giggles. Because she was tipsy. The truth is the only time this will mean anything is when the world starts spinning, the room gets hot, and their minds start to blur. 

//Ooh (Hey)

We’re sleepin’ through all the days

I’m actin’ like I don’t see

Every ribbon you used to tie yourself to me// 

“You good diva?“ 

"Nnnm, gimme uh ‘nother few minutes"  Symone’s head is pounding, and the only thing on her mind is the dazy blanketing warmth of sleep. Her mind is a knotted, jumbled up mess and trying to think about anything other than passing out makes her head throb. Natural light from the outside pours through the windows, and through her squinted eyes, the wooden table across the room is glowing from the suns heat. A vague need to eat, drink water, and vomit creep up on her. She turns to lay on her side, wedges the blanket between her arms, pulls it higher up and tucks her hands under her head.

"You sure?”

“You still have your makeup you want to wash it off?”

“We can take it off”

“Girl its 2pm" 

"Let her sleep!" 

Half asleep, all the different voices mesh as one blob of noise. Indistinct chatter fades as Symone slowly luls back to sleep. Until-

"Where should I put the polaroids of Symone and Denali making out?” Peaceful slumber is very quickly forgotten when realization is drawn. 

“What the fuck happened last night?” Is the only thing Symone can muster out before throwing her head deeper into the pillow, all of a sudden quite awake. Focusing on the vague mist of memories from the night before, she replays it through her head starting from when she went up to Denali, taking shots in the kitchen.

[firespirited]

Wonder Woman 18inch arrived! and as I unwrapped her I look at my finger tips and they’re blue. Uh oh. Then I glance at her stock - hands - ankles. Uh oh. I decide to cut open her pleather jumpsuit ER style and wash my hands so avoid any blue spread. I pop off the head which is nicely aligned paint, rooted with cobalt blue and midnight black saran but lots of product in the curls and shampoo it and scrub the face. To avoid contamination, seperately scrub the body with old school soap and water and a nail brush (it’s a pink hippo from the body shop): no alcohol no oils, we don’t want any smearing. It’s surprisingly effective on the hard plastic, leaving fainter marks to buff out with magic eraser or acetone then high grit sandpaper to cover the mess. The shoulder joints are deep stained red, one hand and one forearm are deep stained blue and Diana’s nose is deep stained red. I’m going to try and save the boots, maybe cut down to shoe form. The blue stains will get acne cream-peroxide treatment. Only two pieces of her stock are undamaged. Zero foresight from Jakks Pacific here. I suspect all 5 of these 18″ dolls' suits are crumbling and staining after two years on people’s shelves. Pleather is not doll friendly, we’ve all seen the melty stained Begoths and some of the Bratz clothes turn to nasty dust.

While Endless Kindom Barbie has the closest skintone, Super Hero girls fits perfectly in shape and proportions. I just plopped Azul’s head on and that was that. Conclusion: For $23 an excellent 1/4th body (they’ve since upped the price to $31 at aliexpress.com/item/4001310825550.html) the hip joint isn’t quite a ball joint so she can do splits either way but no sitting cross legged. Knees and arms are 90° unless you mod them. Seams are discreet, ball neck allows for lots of head motion, hollow but sturdy. The vinyl on the forearms and hands is faintly marbled and jagged at the edges. Hands are removable.

I would recommend looking for secondhand rather than new as the doll’s stock is likely unusable and the doll will require work to destain. $40+ for a body that’s going to require a lot of work is only really worth it for the darker skintones so if you’re looking to rebody a Disney or MGA doll with a pale skintone I’d avoid Katana or Harley who both have dark stocks and are most probably badly stained and go with a brand new Xinyi at $30.

[missmitchieg]

Triple Threat And The Fantabulous Redemption of One Carrie Wilson - Ch 3

Carrie went through the rest of her day with a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes, excitedly texting her dad that she was going to Julie’s after school and would be home by dinner. “Remember, Kayla! Dirty Candy’s got a rehearsal tomorrow! Don’t be late!” She called to her friend across the hall before quickly catching up with Flynn and Julie, wrapping her arms around their shoulders with a grin. “Are we ready, ladies?“

“Oh! Hey, girl. Yeah, we’re ready.“ Flynn smiled and wrapped her arm around Carrie’s waist.

“Sweet. We have so much to talk about and catch up on!“ She said as she started the walk to Julie’s with them. “Like how you came across the cool hologram boy band.“ She said and gave Julie a small smile, curious to hear how on Earth that happened.

“What? Nah, you don’t want the boring details of that.“ Julie deflected quickly. “And they’re not a boy band. They’re rock stars and they all get very offended if you call them a boy band.“

“Ooh, so-rry.“ Carrie laughed as she stepped in time with Julie and Flynn, turning her head toward her. “What about you, Flynn? Hey, you still a little Brat or have you seen the hot pink light?“ She asked, remembering one of the big arguments they used to have when they were younger.

“Once a Brat, always a Brat, Barbie Girl.“ Flynn grinned and flipped her hair. “Clearly you’re still the same pink princess you always were.“

“Always.“ Carrie confirmed with a nod. “Latest movies have been so bizarre, though. You know they used the plot of Princess And The Pauper and made the pauper a pop star for one? They remixed To Be a Princess.“ She huffed and gave an irritated eye roll.

“Wait, what?“ Julie almost shrieked and gave Carrie a shocked look, remembering that Princess  Anneliese   was her favorite Barbie character and doll and Princess And The Pauper was her favorite movie when they were little.

“Yeah, and not even well! It was so bad! And the next day, I really thought it was some crazy messed up fever dream, but no! Dad was there when I watched it and he was confused, too! They really have gotten so lazy, they’re just re-using old plots that were perfect and ruining them with weird, random changes! Like, if you’re going to remake a Barbie movie and remix and rewrite one of the best songs from it, you could at least do it correctly!“ Carrie ranted and sighed dramatically, making both girls laugh a little at her antics.

“Yikes. Barbie Girl betrayed by her childhood idol. Hurts, doesn’t it?” Flynn asked and gave her a look, referring to the time when Flynn’s favorite dolls were no longer on shelves and making Carrie wince slightly.

“But I heard Bratz came back, didn’t it?” Carrie asked her, getting a nod. “Any news about your favorite doll, Chic?“ She asked Julie, easily falling back into the habit of calling the girls by their nicknames.

Julie pouted and shook her head, slumping her shoulders. “Absolutely nothing. It’s like they just want everyone to forget they ever made them.“

“That’s evil.” Carrie rolled her eyes again, shaking her head in dismay.

“It’s awful, Carrie!” Julie huffed.

“And it’s not like I can do anything about it, either! I’m just me!” Carrie pouted sympathetically and gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“Maybe my dad can. I can ask him to make some calls. Yell at some idiots who clearly don’t understand the mistake they’re making here.“ She offered. “I mean, you don’t just upset Carrie Wilson’s friend and get away unscathed. You get away with a hole in your wallet.“ She smirked.

Julie grinned at Carrie, squeezing her back tightly. “You’re the best, Barbie girl!“ She said happily, making Flynn smile at them. “I missed having a friend as powerful as you.“ She said and Carrie shrugged, strutting in front of them.

“Well, you know. With great power comes great responsibility and all that. I’m just using my power to make my friends happy, because that’s one of my many responsibilities.“ She said simply and the girls just laughed and let Carrie lead.

Carrie smiled and kept walking in a comfortable silence with them, making a mental list of every question she had and everything she wanted to tell them. She really did have so many questions and so many exciting things to tell them about. She perked up as they arrived at Julie’s and walked inside, greeting her dad with a grin.

“Hey, dad. We’re home.” Julie said, waving at her dad looking at pictures on his laptop.

“Hey, Mr. Molina! Long time, no see!“ She said as Julie went to raid the fridge and cabinets to get some snacks and drinks.

“Carrie! Haven’t seen your face around in a while!“ Ray grinned giving Flynn a side hug. “Hi, Flynn. You girls have a good day at school?” He asked and they all nodded, Julie glancing with a smile at seemingly nothing for a second before handing Flynn a bag of cool ranch doritos and a can of 7-Up.

“Oh, you know. School was school. The usual. Hey, Barbie Girl. Cherry cola still your favorite?“ She asked and Carrie nodded, taking the can handed to her.

“Thanks.“

“Good thing Carlos loves cherry cola too. Dad, please don’t tell him I stole one for Carrie. We’ll be in my room.“ Julie said and led the girls to her bedroom, sitting in bed with their snacks.

Carrie looked around at Julie’s bedroom with a smile and sat next to her, taking a sip of her cherry cola. “Your room is cute, Chic. A little different than I remember, but cute.“ She noted, perking up when she saw a familiar box on a shelf. “Hey, is that your dream box?“

Julie looked up and nodded, biting into a dorito she stole from Flynn’s bag.

“Do you still keep the Chanel charm I gave you in there?“ She asked, biting into an oreo cookie.

“Yeah. I’ve thought about putting it on a bracelet, but I don’t wanna lose that. It’s-“ Julie smiled, stealing another dorito from Flynn and getting a “Hey! Not your doritos!“ from her. ”It’s one of my favorite memories of us.“

Carrie looked at Julie and gave her a sweet smile, wrapping an arm around her neck. “It’s one of my favorite memories, too. It was a really good day.“ She said softly, remembering how excited Julie was to have ”a real Chanel charm, mom!“ in her possession now.

She hummed and grabbed another cookie as Julie looked up and excused herself to go do something, unhooking her arm from Julie’s neck. “So Brat.” Flynn looked up, watching Carrie curiously.

“What’s the story on the hologram boys?“ She asked, deciding not to beat around the bush.

“OH. Um. They are- WERE a band from Sweeden. And Julie met them on twitter. And they started skyping and then did the hologram thing and here we are! Now they’re Julie’s band.“ Flynn said and took a swig of her drink, seemingly ignoring Carrie’s squinting eyes.

“Uh huh... Sweeden. That’s what Julie told you?” She asked and Flynn nodded.

“Yup! That’s what she said.“

“And Julie leaving suddenly, that wouldn’t have anything to do with the boys, would it?“ She asked suspiciously, crossing her arms. It totally wasn’t that she didn’t believe her best friends. They were just both acting too weird. Like that time when they showed up at her house unannounced, asked for water and Flynn was telling her and Nick about a racoon or whatever was in her backyard.

Flynn shook her head and looked up when Julie came back in, offering her an oreo.

“Everything good?” She asked and Julie nodded, taking the cookie.

“Yeah, we’re good. Hey. You guys wanna paint each other’s nails like we used to?“ She asked and Carrie nodded her head,  deciding to drop it for now.

“Sure. I’m do for a manicure, anyway.“ She said, deciding she could try again another day.

“Pink glitter for you, I assume?“ Julie asked and Carrie nodded with a smile, watching Julie grab a bottle of polish remover and cotton balls, hot pink glitter polish, a shiny purple polish, and a dark red polish that matched Flynn’s skirt perfectly.

“Hey, I have this exact glitter nail polish in my collection!“ She noticed with a smile and got to work on removing her week old, slightly chipped baby pink nail polish.

Julie chuckled as she started to paint Flynn’s nails expertly, gently holding her fingers still. “Maybe we’re not so different after all, then.“ Carrie nodded at Julie’s comment, laughing softly.

“No, the pink princess and the purple rock star really aren’t that different. The red rap goddess isn’t different from me, either. But she is awesome.” She said, making Flynn smile at the compliment.

“Thanks, Barbie Girl.“

“Just being honest, Brat-“ “She’s just speaking truth, Brat-“ Carrie laughed when she and Julie spoke at the same time, making Julie and Flynn laugh, too.

“I missed this so much. I missed my girls so much.“ She said, leaning her head on Julie’s shoulder.

“I missed you, too, Carrie. We both missed you so much.“ Flynn nodded at Julie’s words, looking up.

“You know... You and Dirty Candy sounded really good at Eats&Beats.“ She said with a smile. “It was so cool, it made me forget why I ha- Thought I hated you.“ She corrected herself quickly. “It was really good choreo and dancing. And I guess those outfits were pretty cute, too.“ She said, making Carrie chuckle.

“Oh, really? Not “too Barbie-like” for your tastes, Brat?“ She joked with a smirk. “You know, I actually came up with that look. I dreamed it up, drew it out and I had the outfits custom made.“ She told them proudly, making them grin at her in surprise.

“Ooh, the pop princess is a fashion designer on the side now, is she?“ Julie teased with a smile as she finished Flynn’s left hand and started the other.

“Oh, you know me, girls. Always looking for something else to be good at. Always looking for something else to be praised for.“ Carrie joked and rolled her eyes at herself, shaking her head.

“You were always the best dancer out of the three of us.“ Carrie smiled at that, looking down.

“Really? I always thought you deserved the title “best dancer“ out of us three, Flynn.“ She admitted softly.

“Me? No. I’m the rapper and the DJ out of us. Julie’s the singer and the pianist and you’re the dancer and apparently, the fashion designer.“ Flynn told her and Julie nodded in agreement, capping the bottle when she finished.

“Yeah, what Brat said. You’re totally the most graceful dancer in the room right now.“ Julie told her, speaking as if she really did believe it, surprising Carrie.

“Oh. Thank you, girls.“ She said softly, feeling her smile grow.

“Yeah, you’re amazing! The way you spin around? I can’t do that without falling over or getting dizzy.“ Julie grinned and laughed at herself.

“And that footwork, girl!“ Flynn said, blowing on her nails to dry them faster as Carrie opened the purple nail polish bottle.

“I work really hard to be that good.“ She said, sitting straighter.

“And all that hard work pays off.“ Julie confirmed for her. “And your voice is good, too! Not just your dancing.“ She said and Carrie smiled.

“Well, you know. Singing runs in the family.“ She bragged and flipped her hair, giggling with them. “Come here, Chic. Time for your nails.“ She said and Julie shifted to get closer, taking one last cookie in her mouth before she let Carrie start painting.

“You were really good at school, too. That song was stuck in my head for, like, an hour after.“ Julie laughed.

“That’s the goal. Get Dirty Candy stuck in everyone’s heads so they come back to our music videos on youtube. Hope one of them is a music rep and we get a deal. Become mega famous like dad.“ Carrie told the girls as she painted Julie’s nails.

“Or, become mega famous like Dirty Candy deserves because you guys are really good and deserve the recognition no matter who your dad is.“ Flynn pointed out and gave Carrie a look.

Oh. Carrie didn’t think about it like that before. She always just figured she would be in her dad’s shadow no matter the recognition she and her girls got. She knew they were good, but she knew her dad would always be bigger. She told Julie and Flynn as much, blinking when they both once again insisted that Dirty Candy was just as good and deserved just as much recognition as Trevor Wilson.

“Thanks, girls.“ She said after a minute and smiled, quickly finishing up Julie’s right hand and grabbing her left.

“Hey, we’re just telling the truth. You and your girls have real talent.“ Julie smiled and squeezed her hand.

“As do the two of you. And your band.“ Carrie said as she resumed painting Julie’s nails before remembering something. “Oh, hey. My friend Kayla wants to know if your bassist is single.“ She told her.

“Oh, Reggie? Yeah, he’s very single.“ Julie confirmed with a quick nod and a grin. “Kayla is Purple Candy, yeah?“ She asked and Carrie nodded.

“She’s got a huge crush on him.“ She giggled. “It’s kinda funny. He’s usually not her type, but he just does something to her.“

“And she does something to him.“ Julie smirked.

“She does?“ Flynn and Carrie asked at the same time, making Julie laugh.

“Ooh, if you two only heard the way that boy talks about ‘that pretty girl that smiled at me at Julie’s school’. It makes me and Luke laugh so hard. And- OH. And Alex, my drummer, he’s a Dirty Candy fan!“

Carrie grinned at hearing more about Julie’s band friends, laughing softly. “Oh, is he? Tell me more about your boys, Chic.“

“Alex really likes dancing. And he loves your music. Almost as much as he loves drumming. And Reggie, he may look like a super cool rock star, but he’s a total dork off stage.“ Julie giggled. “And Luke-” She blushed, growing shy. “Luke is so sweet. He gives really nice pep talks and he’s really supportive and encouraging when I’m nervous or when Alex gets really anxious.“

Carrie smirked and Flynn snickered at the dreamy, far away look in Julie’s eyes, finishing up her nails.

“-And he’s really funny and smart and cute and his lyrics are so good and-“ Julie blushed red and shut her mouth when she realized how much she was gushing about Luke and that Flynn and Carrie were laughing at her. “And- Well, you heard what Flynn said I sound like at school. He’s that. And so much more.“

Carrie snorted and nodded, capping the purple nail polish bottle. “Yes, and she was not exaggerating at all.“ She laughed, making Flynn cackle. “Your little crush on him is so cute, Julie.“

“So cute!“ Flynn nodded, still cackling into her hands.

“He’s obviously special to you. And I hope I’m right that your Luke feels the same about you. I hope you two find a way to be together and he treats you right. If he doesn’t, I’m here to cry to. After I pummel him like roadkill.“ Carrie said, making Julie and Flynn laugh again.

“Thanks, Carrie. I really appreciate that.“ Julie smiled gratefully and blew on her nails, shuffling to let Flynn in her spot to paint Carrie’s nails.

“Hey, that’s what friends are for.“ Carrie shrugged as Flynn opened the bottle with a smile, starting to paint Carrie’s nails.

“I’d hate to be the boy that hurts you, Barbie Girl.” Julie joked with a smirk.

“Ehh, I wouldn’t and don’t pity the next dumb boy that hurts her. He deserves whatever fury she unleashes on him, and what fury I unleash on him, if he loses his mind and hurts her.“ Flynn shrugged.

Carrie laughed at that and shook her head, covering her mouth with the hand Flynn wasn’t painting. “No. No. I’m so over boys right now. I’m not looking for a new boytoy at the moment. I’m just gonna live my life.“ She told them.

“You’re not gonna try to get back together with Nick again?“ Julie asked.

“Oh! I didn’t tell you yet! No, we’re never getting back together. But we talked it all out and we are friends. Just friends.“ Carrie smiled. “Well, on the condition that I don’t force him to watch The Bachelor and The Bachelorette with me anymore.“ She laughed. “Oh, he always got so bored so fast with those shows.“

Julie snickered into her hand, leaning her head on Flynn’s shoulder. “Oh, dear. Whatever will Barbie Girl do with Danforth-Evans now that she can’t watch trashy reality shows with him?“

Carrie almost snorted at that, but stayed still so Julie could finish her nails, chest heaving with laughter. “I’m sure our darling boy can find other things that both of us will enjoy doing together.“

“Our darling boy. That’s nice.“ Julie smiled and Flynn nodded with a grin.

Flynn finished painting Carrie nails and blew them dry, rolling her eyes fondly when she promptly pulled out her phone and took pictures of her nails for instagram. She smiled, though, seeing the caption on the post:

“Nails courtesy of my girl, rap goddess, bomb DJ, graceful dancer and favorite little Brat, Flynn 💖“

Flynn and Julie both liked the post and commented red and purple heart emojis on it, posting their own nails to their instagrams.

Carrie grinned as she liked and commented pink heart emojis on both posts, almost immediately getting a few texts from confused classmates who thought they all hated each other still. She kindly replied to the texts and put her phone away, just talking to the girls about everything and nothing for a few hours.

She left after a while to go home, telling everyone she promised her dad she’d be home for dinner. She hugged the girls good bye and walked out, heading home. She grinned as she thought about everything they’d talked about, looking down at her expertly done nails.

Step five... Semi accomplished? She thought and shrugged after a second, getting home quickly and walking inside. She was at least friends with Nick and hanging out with Flynn and Julie again. That had to count a little bit toward being a better person, right? Carrie thought so. She shut the door behind herself and walked toward the dining room, perking up when she found her dad. “Hi, daddy!“ She grinned happily and hugged him.

“Hi, baby! You have a good time at Julie’s today? How was school?“ He asked, happy to see his daughter so happy.

“Yeah. We talked a lot and we painted each other’s nails- She has the same polish that I do! And we posted it all on instagram because of course we had to.” She giggled again. “And school was school. Made up with Julie and Flynn. Made up with Nick. But we’re just friends now.“

She smiled as she sat down to eat with him, telling him all about her day. She felt her smile grow as he relaxed more, clearly not thinking right now about whatever it was that had been bothering him. Good sign. Good sign. She went up to her bedroom a while after, deciding to go to sleep soon if she wanted a good start tomorrow. She had a lot to do and a lot to say. She got ready quickly and laid in bed, slowly falling asleep.

[shitihaveheardatwork]

See You In Hell, Bratz Passion 4 Fashion: Diamondz!

Contrary to the opinions of many of my peers, I think weeding is awesome and I love it. There’s little I find more satisfying than an item of obviously low quality with no demand whatsoever coming into my attention and having the privilege of removing it from circulation.

Just to be entirely clear, we’re not talking about “extreme” or “controversial” content. I’ve had that conversation done to death a thousand classroom-polarizing times before. We’re talking about cheap. We’re talking about cash-grab. We’re talking about no artistic, cultural, spiritual, or even material value.

We’re talking about Bratz Passion 4 Fashion; Diamondz.

Some personal history first: I’m old enough that my last big toy phase before I reached the special level of adolescence where you have to openly condemn everything you once held dear as a child was Bionicles. I had the black bionicle from every generation up until that point, as well as a complete set of those little rolly-polly guys with the stretchy necks. I don’t know what they were called and I couldn’t be bothered to look it up for this lil micro-essay here.

What’s important is that they were cool. They did action-y stuff, I felt smart putting them together.

Waaaay Cooler, Smarter, Action-y, and REAL than my sister’s interests! Polly Pocket? Dumb! Pre-bronification MLP? Barf! Bratz? How fake can you get? Those were just shallow pieces of plastic made by toy companies. Not like my precious bionicles. So cool. So adult. So smart.

Then I watched the first Bionicle movie when it was on TV and realized I too was a cog in an elaborate toy commercial scheme. Something clicked in my horny mushy pre-teen brain, and I put away all my old favorite toys forever. It was now time to be shitty and elitist about intangible concepts instead, a hobby I’d keep until my early 20′s. But in addition to a change in hobbies, I also started to be a little bit less shit to my sister about her toys.

This confession out of the way, I don’t think my sister would have stopped me from throwing this DVD directly into the trash. My sister didn’t become a high-fallutin’ working-class intelligentsia asshole like her big brother, and we have nothing comparable in terms of media taste, but I think she would support me 100% if I told her I sent this DVD straight to hell. In fact I might call her later just to confirm. This disk was bad, is the moral of my story.

It took six paragraphs, but let’s talk about Day 3 on the job!

It was just me and Lisa today. I’ve upgraded from liking Lisa to absolutely loving working with Lisa. We talked everything from how her kids are doing to politics (she brought up Tr#mps latest satire-destroying phone call) to video-gaming to the history of animation. I genuinely like talking to her and it’s a shame she’s just filling in. If a job opens up at her branch, I’d apply for it, no question.

My boss Wallace, “Yer dad”-level queerphobe and Ron Swanson-esque libertarian, was putting out a metaphorical fire at another branch and I didn’t have to deal with him at all.

I did my opening routine. Checking the drop box, collecting the pull list, putting together holds, refiling returned materials, preparing ILL material, checking my work email, and the like. I was done with it all in about 90 minutes, with 4 hours left to go on my shift.

Wallace had told me to fill the time with anything I can qualify as “professional development” the week before, so I spent some time reading articles on the ALA website and googling “anarcho-librarianism” just to see what would happen. I found an abandoned blog and a twitter.

Then I remembered oh shit. I have to make a twitter don’t I

I don’t like twitter. I’ve tried to use it. I don’t get it. I’m too old to learn a new app. It’s impossible.

And yet I must. That’s where The Discourse is happening. That’s where the minds in my field are saying things. If I’m taking my career seriously, if I want to get a grip on the currents in my profession, I have to bite that checkmarked bullet. Stand by for updates on my professional twitter.

I got bored of being on the ALA site and ran out of productive things to google, and decided to look around the building for abandoned projects and mysteries to solve. It didn’t take long to find one, when I found a cart in the work room with a pile of DVDs in paper sleeves.

“Scratched�� a post-it note on top said.

I asked Lisa if she knew how long these had been here, and she confirmed that they were in fact a hold-over from the previous staff that had left in a mass exodus some months before.

Well cool, I thought. I’ll see if these are too fucked up to play.

Commence with an hour of consuming children’s media, a few seconds of a minute at a time. I was fortunate that the work computers both had CD drives AND VLC media player! Thank you, past cool supervisor who put VLC on the work machines! Good call!

So I “watched” a few Dora The Explorers, a Care Bears film, that Trolls movie, Hotel Transylvania, and a Barbie horse adventure film, watching a few seconds before skipping a minute ahead to see if it would choke and skip.

See here’s the thing about scratched CDs. They’re weird. You can have a CD that’s fucked up completely (looking at you, my copy of Rollercoaster Tycoon 1) that still somehow plays fine like it just came out of the box. Sometimes scratches will seem totally superficial but goof up just enough microscopic binary that no machine will touch it. All these DVDs were ugly as sin, but that didn’t mean they were broken did it?

And it turns out a lot of them worked fine. That’s how I ended up watching Bratz Passion 4 Fashion: Diamondz which, unfortunately, played fine.

As I put the disk into the drive I remembered my sister’s participation in the Bratz toy craze. As an adult, a real one not the one I told myself I was at 13, I told myself that I might have a bias against this content, to just check the disk and not get judgy about what might be a kids favorite movie.

I uh... I failed to do that. BUT IT’S OK BECAUSE MY BIAS IS TOTALLY JUSTIFIED AND MY JUSTIFICATION IS RIGHT HERE

If you didn’t or don’t want to click the link, it’s a scene where the Bratz Diamonds are about to head out on some sort of fashion trucking marathon/race. Like any proper racer, the blonde at the wheel has a white-knuckle grip on the wheel, has just put their rig in gear, and in proper high-octane fashion, puts on a knowing smirk.

Except the smirk is, well... the animators just stretched the lips across the face further. I can’t do it justice, you just have to watch it, but I’ve done better animating just by pan-and-scanning around Windows Movie Maker.

This... isn’t content anybody needs. But I’m a librarian. I’m sworn to access. So the question becomes, does anyone want it?

I had to know, I had to know, how much circulation has this gotten? When was the last time this disk was in the hands of anybody at all besides me?

I popped it into Evergreen and behold: 15 check-outs since 2006 when it was released. No checkouts in the last 2 years.

I asked Lisa the proper procedure for removing something from the catalog, and in only a moment the deed was done. The case was repurposed, the disk trashed, the DVD cover recycled. It was time to go. I’d spent my remaining hours quasi-consuming children’s media.

I placed most of what I’d watched in a new pile, which I labeled “SCRATCHED BUT WORK FINE.” I placed one lone Barbie horse movie in a different pile labeled “SCRATCHED AND DOES NOT WORK.”

I felt like I’d accomplished something. I turned off the lights and I went home.

[taesd-urag]

Can i talk 2 u?

wattpad - @taesdurag

NAMJOON

You were minding your own business in the obscured, quaint cafe. You were a regular, so you were familiar with the faces that came and went. The owner, Mr. Hajima, was very fond of you and treated you like his own as he's been looking out for you ever since you moved to South Korea 3 years ago to pursue your dream of becoming an artist.

On this particular day, you were feeling moody due to Mother Nature making her monthly visit for her satanic rituals. So you weren't moving how everyone else was in the cafe. The staff was still nice even though the only thing you could muster up was a grimace. This was when he made his first attempt to talk to you.

"Wassup ma," your eyebrows shot up questioningly before you eyed the man that had slid his way into your booth. He had gorgeous facial features with blonde hair and dimples deeper than the ocean.

"Hi.." you trailed off, not knowing why he decided to approach you like this, you looked around and noticed a few guys seated at another booth watching you guys talk. "Was there something you needed?"

"Yeah, your time," he said with a wink, "I wanted to know if I uh- could take you on a date sometime?" He fidgeted nervously.

You sighed exasperated. Though your dating history was a little on the dry side, you weren't looking for anything as of right now but instead focusing on your studies.

"I'm not really looking to- oh my god!"

There was a crash and then a screech as one of the waiters fell over Namjoon's long ass legs. He had slid them out of the booth because it was too cramped. The woman had a broken nose and one of her teeth embedded into her lip.

You hurriedly got down to help the woman and offered to take her to the hospital. Grabbing your laptop and messenger bag, you looked at him awkwardly as he had still been frozen in shock and began apologizing countless of times as the worker, you've come to known as named Yuri, painfully told him it was okay and to next time watch what he's doing.

Once out of the cafe he was immediately swarmed by his wingmen as they questioned him heatedly and told him that next time was for sure his opportunity as he nodded scornfully.

The next time you met him was at a party. He had been with those boys again, the ones that had been observing your interactions. You accidentally made eye contact with one that had the lips of a bratz doll and he sent you a kind smile, one that you returned.

You were with your friend standing against the wall as your peers began getting either drunk, high, or both. You could say the same for your self as you sipped your drink. You had only decided to come out tonight because you passed your finals with flying colors.

"We should celebrate," your friend proposed, smiling wildly.

"We are doing that. We're getting drunk off this good shit, what is it by the way?" You sipped diligently at your straw savoring the taste of the fruity drink.

"And we're gonna sit here and wait for the white folks to start dancing," you continued, feeling a familiar buzz.

Your friend laughed uproariously as bystanders looked on curiously. It most definitely drew the attention of your admirer.

"You do love doing that don't you?" She said with a smile.

"It's one of my favorite things to do at a party. Ain't this a party? Get your ass up!" You both laughed at your own joke. You two laughed some more until you decided to go get another drink.

You paused midway on your walk into the kitchen once you saw who was getting a drink for himself.

You had to admit, he looked like a tall glass of fine. He was ninety percent legs from what you've seen. You hadn't realized he noticed you ogling him and he cleared his throat. Your eyes snapped up to his face.

"Huh? Oh, um. Hi again." You said a little nervous. You hadn't talked to him since the incident and him asking to take you on a date. And right now you weren't in your right state of mind because all you wanted him to do was take you on the countertop right now.

"Hey," he smiled and you swooned, "How's, uh," he gestured to his nose and mouth.

"Oh, she's alright... she got 8 stitches in her lip. They also readjusted her nose. So...yea. Heh." He nodded guiltily. You cleared your throat and moved passed him to grab another drink.

The atmosphere around you guys was awkward because he kept staring at you.

"You're very pretty," he said suddenly. You smiled shyly and gave him a quite thanks as you two silently admired each other's features.

He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for uh- if I offended you the last time we spoke-,"

"Oh no, I was just surprised. But you didn't have to do all of that.."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry." It got weird again.

"So do you?-,"

"What are you?-,"

You two spoke at the same time and laughed.

"I'm sorry, ladies first."

"I was going to ask are you enjoying the party." You questioned, genuinely curious. You wanted to know what type of guy he was.

"I mean, it's alright. Not really my setting," he said uneasily, "I only came because my friends threatened me." He let out an adorable laugh.

"Yea, I only came because my friend wanted to celebrate me passing my finals."

"Oh yea? Congratulations. I didn't know you were in college..."

You frowned upon that statement immediately. "What's that supposed to mean?" you asked more harshly than what you meant to. You were mildly offended. What for? You didn't know. You knew the drinks got to your head though.

"I just didn't think-," you cut him off again, much more rudely this time.

"Yea, you didn't." You slid past him and out of the kitchen, but not before grabbing another drink. When you left, one of the boys walked in immediately and sighed.

"What did you do this time?" Namjoon was still standing there, eyes wide and mouth open.

"I just wanted to know if she went to the same college as us."

His third attempt wasn't even an attempt at this point. He did talk to you. He wanted to explain himself and he got the perfect opportunity when he found you on a park bench watching the sunset. This time his friends weren't around.

"Wassup ma," you looked up and laughed when you saw who was seated beside you. You then smiled sheepishly and turned away.

Sighing you said, "I'm sorry for how I acted last time. I didn't know what you meant and what I did was unnecessary."

Namjoon nodded, "Yea," he then whispered, "Very."

"Don't start with me," you side eyed him playfully, "We don't even know each other's names."

"Kim Namjoon," he gave you another heart stopping smile, "And may I know my future wife's name?" You two laugh boisterously.

"Y/N L/N. And aren't you confident." You give him a blinding smile, one that spoke volumes.

He slid closer to you and leaned back against the bench.

"So, I've never believed in that third times the charm shit but I'm hoping you'll let me take you out on a date. Even after you gave me attitude that I didn't deserve." You rolled your eyes playfully, now much more comfortable in his presence.

"Well after those last few faithful encounters I'd like to consider us as meant to be,"

"I mean if you wanna get specific," he licked his succulent lips. It was at this moment you realized you wanted this man. No, you knew, you just needed more clarification on why.

"You spittin some real game right now, I don't think you can handle me." He stared dazedly at you, sky now filled with deep hues of purple and blue.

"Now look at who's spittin game," he snorted. "You've made my day better by a million."

You two looked at each other before busting out into a chorus, "You're love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on." Bystanders passed by and smiled at the young couple.

"So, are you trying to be my one in a million?" He asked now even closer than before. You snuggled up under him.

"I think I'd like that." you looked up at him and gave a coy smile.

"Yea?"

"Yea."

[hellyeahrpmemes]

※ JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. XVI ※

starters from jenna’s 10 most recent videos! feel free to change names/pronouns/zodiac signs/etc.! more jenna sentences

MR. MARBLES IS TOOTHLESS

“Alright, so here’s the deal.”

“He has a small, tiny mouth.”

“This has been a very intensive recovery process.”

“It’s just been a lot.”

“He needs hugs and cuddles.”

“I don’t know what else to say.”

“I feel particularly guilty about this.”

“Life happened, you know?”

“A dog with no teeth is absolutely hilarious.”

“It just felt like the right thing to do today.”

GIVING MY DOGS A BATH WHILE THEY LISTEN TO ROYALTY FREE SPA MUSIC

“Is that too loud?”

“My dogs smell like butt.”

“You are the nastiest of them all.”

“Do you feel relaxed?”

“Yesterday, I racked a 20 pound dumbbell onto my own finger and it basically blew up.”

“I thought I had actually severed my finger.”

“Tough shit, you’re still part of the team.”

“It hurts really bad.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“Do you like this music? It’s royalty free. But it did cost $25.”

“Are you hiding from the problem?”

“Is it $25 worth of nice?”

“I’m actually really glad I’m wearing a rubber glove for some of this.”

“Don’t disturb him, he’s sleeping.”

“You screaming is not part of the royalty free spa music.”

“Do you know where you are?”

“I aspire to live my life the same way.”

“That was some nice, wholesome, selfish fun.”

I WANT TO BE TALL

“I wanna be tall…”

“What are you doing?”

“I wanna be taller than I am.”

“Stop - stop doing that.”

“Turn that off.”

“I’m gonna grow, like, seven inches this year.”

“My plan is to just sleep a lot.”

“They said I could do anything, so I’m gonna grow seven inches taller.”

“I can do anything I want.”

“Can I get a hell yeah?”

“What’s the matter, you don’t like Fur Elise?”

“There’s a lot of room for opportunity to improve in my life.”

“It’s physically impossible, but go off…”

“They said flying was impossible, and here come the Wright Brothers…”

“There’s a robot on Mars right now and you’re telling me I can’t grow seven inches?”

“Not that I leave this house, but, like, if I did, I’d want it to be like, wha-bam!”

“The doctor said I was gonna be 5’7” when I was a baby, and then something fuckin’ happened and now I’m 5’5”.”

“I worked out for the first time just the other day.”

“There’s no shortage of adult stores.”

“I’m gonna need you to do a lot of it for me.”

“Here we are, at the place where my dreams are gonna come true.”

“This is a bad idea.”

“You look very surprised.”

“Is this some form of torture that the universe gave me that I can’t think about things that matter, I can only think about things like this.”

“No no no no no, you put that sentence back in your mouth.”

“You either feel me or you don’t, and if you don’t, get out.”

“Part of being tall is constantly being on the phone.”

“You know what the cruel joke of the universe is? I’m 5’5” and my brother is 6’5”. Tell me how that makes any fucking sense!”

“Tell me how that makes any fucking sense!”

“Keeping things down here is biased against tall people.”

“Being tall equals power, everyone knows that!”

“There’s some sort of energy power here that I didn’t sign up for.”

“I’m a very athletic, intimidating tall person.”

“How dare you expose me! I thought you were on my team…!”

LET’S ABSTRACT PAINT

“I already decided oil paint’s not for me.”

“The only tool that you use is a knife.”

“We can’t really see what you’re doing.”

“I feel like I can do it.”

“I have art fear.”

“It looks easier than it probably is.”

“It’s kinda difficult to get the hang of this.”

“It is definitely much more difficult than it appears.”

“This feels really fun and good.”

“Uh-oh, I think I ruined it.”

“I take back all of my confidence.”

“My too much gene kicked in.”

“Isn’t this part of art, though? Figuring out when to stop?”

“I was gonna say I don’t hate it, but, you know what? I fuckin’ hate it.”

“I feel like I need to trust myself and not do this thing where I try to make it better.”

“I at least salvaged this into something that I don’t completely, viscerally hate.”

“I’m already feeling a little defeated, but I’m not gonna let it stop me.”

“I can do better than this, I know I can.”

“Why is it so relaxing to watch someone else make art?”

“It’s almost like I would do this to relax.”

“I’m jealous that yours is working out.”

“Watching you have success gives me confidence that I can be successful.”

“I’m not sure it’s because I have more confidence, but I’m pretending that I have more confidence.”

“I can do it, and I can stop.”

“My confidence is building, and building, and building.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“This one is called… Stop It.”

“Speaking of stop it, I should probably do that.”

“I feel so in control now.”

“I’m not used to this feeling.”

“I think you need to stop it.”

“Goodbye, I’m very tall, I have to leave.”

I FILMED MY DOG WHENEVER HE CRIED OR WAS NASTY FOR 24 HOURS

“To our credit, we actually did attempt this.”

“If anyone critiques my tacking-slash-sewing skills, I will cry.”

“I don’t think that my ego can handle that so if you would just please back off, I’d appreciate that.”

“We were up for a treat tonight, weren’t we?”

“Can we just drink our coffee real quick?”

“That’s what I use to wash myself when I shower.”

“You sat on my foot.”

“There’s two ways to go through life. One: you could just sit back and enjoy the ride, or two: you could just scream the entire time the whole thing is happening to you. Both are gonna end up the same.”

“Sometimes I feel like screaming my way through life.”

MAKING FACE FRECKLES ~*WORK*~ FOR ME

“Sometimes I feel like y’all just want me to do something to watch me fail.”

“I’m not gonna fail.”

“That’s not gonna happen. Not on my watch.”

“When you live in a sunless void like Rochester, New York, no one would really make fun of your freckles, because it means you actually saw the sun for a little.”

“I did work at a tanning salon for quite a number of years.”

“Don’t tan your skin.”

“I’m down for whatever.”

“I really know what I’m doing, basically.”

“I’m really not very artistic, even though I try.”

“I’m just gonna sit here and space out for a while.”

“I’m making such a mess.”

“We’re really just gonna go for this one.”

“I might just fuck around and get some sun damage.”

“This is a lot of work.”

“I know when I’m being trolled. Except for that one time when I did a face mask that was just mostly turmeric and my face was very orange. I got got that time.”

“That’s overkill. There’s no way you need to do that.”

“Welcome back to this isn’t fucking working.”

“Even though I live in a place where there is sunshine, it doesn’t mean I’m gonna go in it.”

“When is it time to stop?”

“I wanna look like one of those cute outside people that goes outside.”

“What the fuck is the point anymore…?”

“It only took literally all day and night.”

“This is so impractical, I’m sorry.”

“I love it, but this is stupid.”

TURNING MY BOYFRIEND INTO A BRATZ DOLL

“I just wanna see if I’m capable and able.”

“What if you could hear out of your eyebrows?”

“Well, that took altogether way too long.”

“Worst-case scenario, you ruin it.”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t, whatever you’re doing, don’t.”

“I only fucked up, like, seven times.”

“This is the no-complaints zone.”

“That looks kinda good, though, right?”

“Why did you stop breathing?”

“If anyone makes fun of this, I’m gonna cry.”

“I feel like I’m just ready to disobey my parents.”

“Look at what I’m looking at right now.”

“I don’t know what to do…!”

“It took so fucking long.”

“What the fuck? Julien, what the fuck.”

“I wanted to give in to peer pressure.”

“I’m gonna need to take the longest shower of my life.”

“You did great, you can’t sell yourself short.”

REACTING TO YOUR MEMES (MEME 👏 REVIEW 👏)

“You’re just, like, chaotic energy.”

“He’s such a good sport.”

“So talented. She is so fucking talented.”

“Now you’ve been warned, too.”

“I like this. This song’s a bop.”

“It makes me laugh.”

“You are so much all the time.”

“So many people are enjoying them.”

“You do your thing.”

“This is fucking talent.”

“You’re all really funny and talented.”

“It’s genuinely fun and enjoyable.”

“It’s a happy, happy good time.”

“I will see you guys next week for me doing something stupid, probably.”

“Did you? Did you do that to me?”

BUYING MY DOGS EVERYTHING THEY TOUCH

“To be honest? It’s kind of boring.”

“I guess we’re just gonna try.”

“We got a plant on the way here, because I have a problem.”

“This is racking up very quickly.”

“You’re not gonna be able to fit that in your mouth.”

“It can’t cost much, it’s a sticker.”

“You don’t even know what you just did.”

“Damn, is that what you’re into?”

“Touch something else.”

“Yeah, feels a little wasteful.”

“What the hell was that?”

“Why would you do that?”

“You really just went for it, didn’t you?”

“Thank you for contributing.”

“Well, what do you think?”

“I love my new necklace.”

“He hasn’t moved.”

“I didn’t know that was a thing.”

“It’s too bad I don’t know what in the world that is.”

“Honestly, what is going on?”

“I want 700 Fruit Roll-Ups and Coco Puffs.”

“Don’t make me look bad.”

“They just… wanted it.”

“They just want the biggest thing they can find.”

“It’s just really cute.”

“Are you pleased with yourself?”

“I just got got.”

“That was that. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“I’m being attacked. I’m being attacked. I’m being attacked. I’m being attacked.”

I MADE THAT AWFUL JEANS CHAIR

“What are you watching?”

“We’re this for the long haul.”

“You know I will make it.”

“This craft assumes you have four identical pairs of jeans.”

“You can’t just staple everything together. It doesn’t work.”

“I know for a fact that this is not really going to work.”

“Who is this chair for?”

“I’m the only person I can think of who this chair’s for.”

“I just want to talk.”

“I feel like we would get along.”

“As horrid and terrible and awful as it is, it kind of fucking rules.”

“I know we shouldn’t make it, but I’m gonna make it.”

“This is the best I could do.”

“This much money, you could buy a chair.”

“Literally no one I’ve ever known has four pairs of jeans period, let alone ones that they don’t want.”

“I have two pairs of jeans and resent both of them for being uncomfortable.”

“How are you allowed to just post make believe things on the internet?”

“That’s not gonna work, it’s gonna fall apart.”

“I’m getting hot and angry.”

“Don’t touch it, it’s very delicate.”

“They probably started off with something simple and just turned into absolute madness.”

“Yeah, I’ve got 30 pounds of Poly-Fil, said no one but Jo-Ann Fabrics.”

“Did you check the pockets? You’ve always gotta check the pockets.”

“Alright, well, maybe we’re onto something.”

“It’s coming apart already…”

“Here’s our semi completed circle of hell.”

“$140, this cost to make.”

“It’s so sharp I’m gonna cut myself.”

“It’s ugly, it’s stupid, it’s infuriating, it makes me so angry. That’s why it belongs in my house.”

“It’s not a chair. It’s a bunch of jeans stapled together.”

“This is really getting up there with one of the more frustrating things I think I’ve ever done.”

“Everything keeps falling apart.”

“This is a fraud, this is a lie.”

“Mathematically, it makes no sense.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more angry.”

“I hate it. It doesn’t even work.”

“If we breathe on it right now, it’s gonna fall apart.”

“It’s the worst thing in the whole world and it cost $140.”

“I’ve never seen you in a physically relaxed position less relaxed than you are right now.”

“You know why I’m so mad? ‘Cause this is fucking comfortable.”

“It’s honestly kind of sick.”

“Why did they have to staple it?”

“Don’t you sabotage me like this.”

“Where will I sit now?”

“You can’t handle this butt.”

“You are doing that on purpose…!”

“I have a great idea.”

“I didn’t appreciate it as a chair, but I appreciate it as art.”

“We had a pretty good time here today.”

“You can’t just staple denim.”

“It was $140. It wasn’t worth it.”

[hedonicghost]

Give us the timeline!!

you are opening a can of worms you will regret opening (thank you thank you thank you-) this is super long tho uve been warned -📣

bg info:

so for convenience they have lived in south park most of their life. their dad is in the military (like ours) but he keeps dodging station changes for uh. idk reasons. ill come up w some bullshit. their mom's constantly in the hospital (like ours) so the kids around them don't ever really see both of their parents at the same time

i'm not making a fake dead name for them but they dont really know their trans, just genderfucky. their parents call them "kiddo" a lot though and the kids around them mishear that as "ditto" and since theyre like. obsessive about pokemon, that becomes what people call them. the boys will use he/him for them and the girls use she/her for them. they live up to the ditto name for this reason fhdskaj

they have a brother but id feel. weird making our brother a. self insert. so i refuse to design him or give him any information. think like the parents in peanuts. he will never be shown unless he's on the phone with ditto

theyre. a system. duh. they have 4 alters. ozma [host/persecutor (based on me, 📣. they're integrated)], jeff [protector (🗝️)], daka [trauma holder (🐐)], and usiu [caretaker (🕊️)]

elm school:

i'm not going to decide like what fake trauma we're putting them through, but each of their alters do have a designated "form" date. jeff formed right before they moved to south park (~1st grade) so he handled a lot of their like... social shit? and is the reason why they get on so well with the boys

ozma had integrated with their prev. host around 4th grade. ozma isnt their previous name but our current ideas about it are mega cringe so youll have to unlock that with another ask

as mentioned, they get on p well with the others in their grade. the girls like them because they have a huge bratz doll collection and the boys like them because they have a LOT of rare TCG cards (they dont play tcg games tho and that pisses them off)

theyre really close with butters bc partly of their whole gender queer solidarity but also system solidarity. jeff clearly sees the signs of like. #Plurality so he helps butters through it as he experiences it

they get into the villain scene with butters under the name "knifenice" (lol) but as the boys start doing their hero thing, prof chaos forces them to abandon him to join them in case he ever needs help getting rescued from them

their hero sona, knife, is part bird. they refuse to change that. it doesnt make sense. everyone gives them shit for it. they literally couldnt care less. they have a neon pink boa scarf and bright purple furry leg warmers. they stole their brother's baseball cap and stapled feathers onto it.

for the like. stick of truth game they're a princess on the drow elf side. kyle and stan convinced them to do it bc they needed a leg up on princess kenny. because of this ditto and kenny have a LOT of rivalry but they bond over it ooc

middle school:

i don't have a lot fleshed out for middle school bc literally everyone is cringe in middle school but they start to kinda come to terms with their plurality as a whole around that time and start to point out to butters that he might be plural too

both of them misinterpret it though and they think it's just kin stuff bc jeff is still a fn.af fictive and butters is like "nah i think in a past life i was like.... a stock broker......" or something idk you get the idea

so both ozma and butters are oblivious to it but jeff has gotten a few one-on-one conversations with butters' protector (chaos)

chaos and jeff start dating but butters and ozma have 0 memory of it so people assume butters and ditto are dating and so those two are kinda like "...i mean...... i do feel a connection to you but idk what it is....." so they vibe

some time in 6th grade daka forms but we don't really have. ideas about them yet. they vibe too. probably become friends w another one of butters' alters later on (marjorine lol)

they start kinda distancing themself from their friends in late middle school bc their dad got orders to a different station and they dont know how to #cope with it

high school:

they move to somewhere else in the states and move frequently throughout high school (like us). they keep in contact with some of their friends, but lose contact with most. butters and ditto try to skype every weekend but eventually it becomes too hard to manage with studying and stuff like that

its not a # fun time but they do realize theyre trans during the move so they start socially transitioning and using they/them publicly. theyd realistically go by a fuck ton of names like we did but thats boring and too much to think abt so they start going by orion at school/home/etc. butters is still allowed to call them ditto though

usiu forms sometime at the start of high school because theyre all out of sorts with. duh. everything. not getting into it as usual lmao. usiu has a hard time adjusting to the current uh. vibe? of the system tho? so daka and them argue a lot

they visit south park again at some point in their sr. yr. of high school and spend like the literal entire time just catching up with butters and some other friends. ditto tells butters theyre for sure a system and its not just kin shit and butters tells them about the time he was misdiagnosed as a kid so he's really hesitant to say anything concrete about his plurality so they kinda bond over that.

jeff and chaos go crazy stupid over seeing each other again

after their trip to sp, they realize it's the only place they ever really felt at home, so they decide to look for schools near there for college

college:

they find a cheap apartment in town (rent is cheap as balls in sp) and are enrolled with online courses in like. idk. boulder maybe? some community college that's cheap too

butters and them start Actually Dating and they start to navigate dating while plural. they both decide to let their other alters (everyone besides jeff and chaos) date people outside of the systems and we're still..... debating stuff on that bc its a lot to think abt hfkhsakj. either way theyre both very very happy to be together.

butters would probably eventually move in with ditto bc i fucking hate his parents ;P

andddd yeah that's all we really have concretely figured out! sorry this is so god damn long we've been roasting this one for a bit now

[kayscreations]

Thrift-A-Day #17

Took these photos yesterday, these are all my actual doll finds (not miniatures and all all the other junk I get) from three trips to the Goodwill Outlet this week.

I love the bunny craft head! I don’t know if I’ll give her a different head back or not, I do like the pipe cleaners someone used to do it. She had one ear that was also make out of pipe cleaners, but I didn’t like how it looked. I’ll probably make some out of felt for her. I love her crisp paint, although I would like to add some details and give her some vintage pie eyes. I need to figure out how I’m going to hybrid her though.

The little vintage doll in purple seems to be dressed like a Christmas angel?

I *believe* the one gal is a So in Style Chandra, although I don’t know which line/version. She’s SO pretty.... oh man. To be in the day when play line dolls had such nice faces and detailed paint.

I finally found (well, my Mom found her at the store) the one Barbie with a turning scalp that I’ve always wanted to have! I can’t remember what the line is, though... something.. Glam??

I remember grabbing the My Scene just because, but I don’t remember grabbing the gal next to her.... I was sleepy during one trip though, so there’s a few things I don’t remember putting in my basket, haha.

The drawing mannequins are some cute weirdo, they feel nice quality and are pretty big. The one... actually came in a dress. It’s a really good dress too! 

I got the MH Abbey for no good reason, although it was fun to get a 90s Skipper. She was in a very nice crocheted dress, though I still have to clean it. 

I got the Kelly (er.. Chelsea?) for her articulated legs, which are weird and super loose? I don’t know what she was supposed to do... Also got the tiny porcelain doll because I’ve managed to amass a few of them. Dolls for dolls anyone?

Got the three Bratz because even though I’m not currently into Bratz, if I see them at a dirt cheap price I buy them just because.

The baby MLP is my... fourth or fifth of this kind? I don’t think I’ve shown you guys (correct me if I’m wrong) that I hybridized a baby pony head onto a playline Disney toddler doll body. It’s really cute and I want to do the same to the others, but I still want to make sure none of them are exceptionally rare.

I unfortunately missed the chance to get a Little Miss Dollikin (I do already have one that I found at Savers, but has that ever stopped any of us?), but honestly I couldn’t even be mad. It was a nice older gentleman and lady who found her in parts. I also found the doll’s butt and gave it to him so he could have all the pieces. It was really cute because he gave it to the lady saying that it was a little project that she could work on. They were so nice and so different than the vicious and usually rude resellers from the other outlet location.

~*~*~personal junk under the cut~*~*~

I think this might be my last Thrift-A-Day, at least for a little bit! Life’s going to be getting busy because we’re going to have to go to doctor appointments for my Dad and he’s finally going on vacation next week. Which for us, doesn’t mean that we go anywhere, we just relax and go out any time we want, and my father is able to relax and not have to go to work every day and suffer physically from his condition and mentally from his obnoxious co-workers. Yesterday was the one year anniversary of him being injured at work and it’s all very strange and difficult in retrospect... I also want to finish up Drawlloween, as I’ve managed to stay with it so far and it makes me incredibly happy! I think this is the most I’ve drawn in years and it’s so encouraging. I actually WANT to draw again and have the will to do so. Here’s to hoping the feeling continues. Speaking of real life stuff, I’m really happy because my skin problems seem to be clearing up some! I’ve had varying acne problems for the past year, probably from all the stress of everything with Dad, but it seems like I’ve finally found a routine that works for my skin. I finally feel less ugly, gross, and frustrated. Thank God.

In the realm of doll stuff, I’d like to do a vintage doll a day in either November or December, or just... probably Doll-cember? Doll a day? That would be fun! I have tons of dolls and stuff that I want to go through. I need to put up a big ‘ol sales post up here because I need to cut down and get rid of some stuff and also organize and arrange all my doll and craft items. I also need to have a sit down day and put heads on bodies and decide who gets what. I have too many bodies and too many heads that I don’t do anything with! I need to do a total inventory of all my hybrids/customs/mods that I want to do and compile them all.

I’d also like to try to do videos as well! I have some footage out and about, but I don’t talk very much, so I need to try to be a bit less shy. Is there anything you guys want to see videos of specifically?

I also have... uh... two years worth of Tumblr likes that I need to queue up so there’s also that to work on.

[firespirited]

Hadn’t seen one in a looong time so I decided to “invest” in this bratz pixiez at 9€, partly for testing purposes (heat pad + rice in head = extra time for rerooting?) and partly to make into a proof of concept that I can create a decent prototype Pixie ersatz in two hours with a new hairline, extra parting plugs and added streaks without having to go through a grueling 8 hour process of a full reroot on a super hard head with $15+ worth of saran. Sure the prototypes have like 5cm extra hair length but I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to pixie-fy this gal nicely. Her parting is lopsided and she’s rooted haphazardly along the back - the hairline gets extra plugs at the ears to emphasize the widows peak/heart shape so I’d be covering that anyway. This is a for later project as 1/ it’s still too warm for heatpad work 2/ I have more pressing unfinished projects 3/ I’m awaiting a new lightbulb and can’t see that well with my current one (I need my bright white + mega LUMENS) and uh 0/ More importantly, I haven’t had time to do much creating as I’ve been having to do the dog walks + extra stuff around the house and that takes all my energy for the day. Her body is bleaching and i’ve put away the cleaned up and pruned head for *someday*