#happy birthday Barbie!

[barbiedha-deactivatingsoon]

happiest birthday to you

💖✨ Barbie Roberts ✨ 💖

[deweyduck]

@pscentral​​ event 25: seasons

↳ HAPPY 65TH BIRTHDAY BARBIE! 💖 (9 March, 1959)

"Positive attitude changes everything."

insp.

[phanchester]

happy birthday @amazingphil! 🎀🌸💗

[voiold]

HAPPY BORTHDAY YO MY NUMBER ONE BBG WHAT LIKE IM EXPLODING🔥🔥🔥🔥 (coming back after months of not coming LOL)

[somenights]

karina + blonde hair for @alhaithams ♡

[catharsim]

bbgurl's birthday.

[aryomengrande]

ogre and the cockroaches ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢

souya / takashi / atsushi / hanemiya

[pokketofficial]

37 btw 😘

[foundwithlove]

[badsongpetey]

ofc Lance doesn't miss the opportunity to post a great cosplay to his socials. Keith is starting to regret agreeing to take Lance to the Barbie movie for his birthday...

[ollievetree]

happy birthday 2 me and Shaggy

[projectcaramel]

Obey Me! Random Headcanon #20

Barbatos Edition

Barb's constant workload is his own doing; this is partially because he does not trust other demons to work in the castle, but he also quietly balks at the idea of anyone else serving Diavolo in a personal capacity.

As a technicality, he is legally blind because of his broken ability to see the multitudes of different realities that may take place. The caveat of which is that 1) he can't make it stop, and 2) he must see all of them at once if he is unfocused. His eyes will not follow visual cues unless he forces them to.

On a related note, although Barbatos can pick out the current reality from the numerous strands of time, it is relatively time-consuming, and Barbatos typically uses magic to "see" instead.

Every so often, he has to restrain himself from changing the current reality to one where rats have never existed.

He is proficient in torturing people as Mammon suspected, though the main reason he does so is because Diavolo orders him to do so. Barbatos also taught Diavolo many techniques because the latter felt bad about making Barbatos do the dirty work.

If asked to introduce someone to tea, he will have the person take a 30 question long, open-ended survey and proceed to educate said person about how exactly to prepare the tea.

His tail is about as sensitive as his tongue, due in part to its variety of uses (which interestingly includes the ability to sense negative emotions). The fluid that it secretes can become volatile when Barbatos is stressed. And by volatile, I mean that its composition can alter into into a highly flammable, poisonous gas. It is for these reasons that Barbatos hates it when people touch his tail.

-- Caramel: This was a lot of fun for me to write. Happy birthday, Barbatos! --

[dxndxrxvxbe]

Happy birthday, beautiful🌸

[stupidfuckingwindow]

Eyes // Ken

Summary: Ken's fears about you possibly leaving him finally boil over.

Word count: 822

Tw: Hurt w/ some comfort.

Ken loves you. He'd do anything for you, so long as you continue to give him attention and care about him. So long as you don't leave him alone.

He doesn't know what he'd do without you. Ken is frightened by just the thought of it, the thought that he just isn't worth the effort- That you will go, and he'll have no one anymore. He'd have to go back to Barbieland, where everything and everyone is perfect, and he'd have to be, too.

But he doesn't.. Ken doesn't want to go back. Surely, if Barbie- no, Barbara, he reminds himself- managed to make a life for herself in the real world and is thriving, then, he, in theory, should be able to do that too.

So why isn't he thriving like she is? Does Barbara secretly feel the way he does? And, if not, why does he have to feel this way? Is he just not good enough to feel adequate and in place here, too?

Why am I not good enough to feel happy, but she is?

Before he knows it, there are tears blotting out his vision, and Ken has to sit up from the bed you two share in order to rub at them. A whimper is choked out of him, and he presses his palms to his eyes, trying to bury his face in his hands.

Ken knows that it's okay to cry, but he hates it. Sometimes he hates not always being perfect and having all these complicated new thoughts and emotions that he didn't even know existed before this. You're always telling him you love him- that you'd never leave him alone. He knows that you won't. But.. But what if you do? There are just so many possibilities. What if he's just another annoying problem for you?

He sits there for a moment, crying in silence from within his lone company. Ken's breathing is shaky, and he mumbles out an incoherent string of words, attempting to comfort himself and failing. The more the tries, the worse it makes him feel.

Ken knows that he can't really do much of anything to help you out. He barely knows how to drive a car, much less pay bills. And you're always so far away all the time. He can't visit you at work because he doesn't know where you work, and that scares him, too. How can he make sure you're always safe if he can't always be with you?

Sure, you're always back home at the end of the day, but what if you don't come back? What if you're hurt, or scared, or..

Ken's tears pour faster at the thought, and his shoulders shake. By now, he's bawling his eyes out, breathing picking up as he silently panics. "Help," he whispers, to himself, voice breaking. It's a cry that sounds defeated, desperate and begging someone, anything just to hold and comfort him.

The jingling of keys at the front door makes his head snap upwards, towards the direction of the noise. Ken leaps up, already bolting out of your room to get to you. He's so quick in his hasty scramble towards the living room that he forgets to wipe his tears from his cheeks.

Ken nearly trips over himself and then some, fumbling over his own two feet.

Once he does get to you, his arms are wrapped tightly around your torso, face buried into your neck. "I was so scared," Ken admits, as another sob wracks his body. He pulls you closer to his chest, pressing you firmly to him. "So, so scared."

"I thought you were going to leave me! Please don't. Please. Please don't leave me. I don't want to go, I'll- I'm- I.. I'm terrified. I don't want you to go. I don't want to disappoint you. I can't drive a car, or work, and I can't even beach here, either. I don't.. I don't have anything to offer, and-" He interrupts himself with a loud, choked out cry.

His fingers dig into your clothes, balling the material up in his hands. "I'm such a mess. How can you want me?"

Ken slowly pulls away to look at you, his pretty, big blue eyes watering- Irritated and puffy. He sniffles, tears still pouring down his cheeks, and his lip wobbles. You reach out, cupping his warm face in your hands and wiping them away.

He leans into your touch, a heavy sigh leaving him. His eyes flutter shut, and Ken's breathing slows. A soft sniffle leaves him. He takes a minute to regain his breath, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. When he does speak again, his voice is quiet and it breaks.

His eyes open again, pretty blues landing on your face to just.. Look at you, remind himself that, yes, you are still here and that you came back to see him. "I missed you."

[champagnexowishes]

Happy Birthday, Barbie✨

[sebsrainbowbicycle]

Happy Birthday Barbie @effervescentdragon 🩵🩷