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[droptmastyx]

[haveamagicalday]

Duel of the American Girl Dolls: Beach Wear (Round 1)

[feelslikesugarin-me]

my doll from Hawaii…i named her Leilani 🌺🌴💗

[dear-ao3]

ps you can still play all these games here but don't blame me if you get a virus

[eflen-n-reegee]

Friend Lilo Pelekai Headcanons (Lilo and Stitch)

She makes dolls with you and helps you create backstories for them.

She can’t surf independently (yet), but Nani is happy to take you both surfing.

Lilo introduces you to Pudge and even lets you give him his sandwich.

She teaches you hula moves and gets excited when you perform them right.

She’s constantly snapping pictures of you.

If you’re interested in witchcraft, she’s your girl. She knows lots of spells and will help you cast them.

She explores all over the island with you, telling you interesting facts.

She loves performing experiments in the kitchen, and the two of you create all sorts of strange things.

No matter what mood you’re in, she has an Elvis song that fits.

She never makes you feel weird about the things you’re interested in.

[pushekuratz]

Little Hula Girl I made for a Dollightful episode on YT. She made a beautiful tropical themed doll and encouraged others to send their creations. She’s seen better days and needs some touch ups.

[thedivineerotic]

The 4th House Experience Pt. 1:

(The Ugly Duckling)

Case Study: Lilo Pelekai

“Home is where the heart is.” - Anonymous

“Home is not where you live, it is where you belong.” - African Proverb

Out of all the water houses (4th, 8th and 12th), the 4th house is given the least amount of attention in online astrology circles, ironic considering that is the only one of the three houses to also serve as an angular house. It doesn’t share the dark, esoteric reputation that makes the 8th and 12th houses such popular houses, but just because it deals with relatively “lighter” topics such as family, the home, ancestry, roots and history doesn’t mean that it isn’t deep. As a matter of fact, one could argue that it is the deepest of the water houses seeing that it is the only one below the horizon. When I first delved into astrology, admittedly the 4th house was not one that garnered much of my attention and for a while I actually considered it one of the more boring of the astrology houses but upon further growth, study and reflection the depths of it became very apparent.

And they were presented perhaps no better than the little girl whose character won me over more than any Disney princess both as a kid and now. 

The movie lilo and stitch ironically starts with Lilo swimming in the depths of the ocean. She rushes from the beach to make it to her hula dancing lesson. Upon getting there she is immediately singled out for being late, being wet and the seemingly strange explanation of why she had to feed the fish Pudge a peanut butter sandwich as he has control of the weather. Her instructor nor the other girls in the class understand the reasoning behind why her routine with Pudge the fish is so important and ostracize her, with the defacto leader of the small girls’ group Myrtle going as far as to call her “crazy.”

And immediately getting her ass beat because of it.

Unfortunately Lilo is ostracized by her peers, robbed of a sense of belonging from a very young age. Aside from her sister, her sole sense of belonging comes from her doll “Scrump” whose appearance scares the other girls and further causes her to feel like a misfit. 

Later in the story we get the explanations to her seemingly strange behavior, we see that her Tuesday routine with Pudge and the importance of him controlling the weather comes because her parents died while driving in the rain. Her being nostalgic and an old soul sets her apart, her favorite artist being Elvis Presley. She latches onto “Scrump” because she is lonely and has no friends. She makes a wish on what she thinks is a shooting star and prays for a friend (wishes being an 11th house theme) and she is sent Stitch, an alien posing as a pet dog, fitting considering pets are a 6th house theme and the 4th house being 6 spaces from the 11th house. Although he too is different, something that uneases her older sister Nani almost immediately, and does not seem like a normal dog, Lilo embraces him from the very beginning, again speaking to Lilo’s nature to offer other misfits a sense of belonging like she herself doesn’t have.

The two misfits go on a series of adventures around the island, but even in that we can still see Lilo’s desperation to belong as she apologizes and still attempts to befriend the girls who have bullied her and treated both herself and Stitch as pariahs. 

Later in their adventures we see them eating at Nani’s job. The 4th house is representative of the sign of Cancer, opposite of the 10th house which is representative of the sign of Capricorn. Nani displays many themes of the 10th house, tirelessly bouncing from job to job to provide for Lilo and although she initially wanted to fulfill Lilo’s wish and give her a companion, Stitch threatens her job search and the already flimsy structure of their house so much that she can’t afford the sympathy in gifting him a sense of belonging like Lilo can. She is just about to throw Stitch out of the house when Lilo brings up a quote from her deceased parents, Ohana. 

���Ohana means family…”

Despite being a young girl, Lilo is very attached to the memory of her parents, keeping a picture of them underneath her pillow. She also keeps a physical book copy of the “The Ugly Duckling”. In it she explains the story of a baby duckling that is sad because “he’s been left behind by his family and nobody wants him. But they hear him crying and they find him and now he is happy because he knows where he belongs.”

The night when Stitch threatens to run away, he takes her copy of the Ugly Duckling with him. Lilo tries her best to convince him to stay, fearing losing the only friend other than Nani that she has ever had. When he still leaves, though disappointed she says that she will still never forget him as she “never forget anyone who leaves” before looking at the family picture with her parents again and tucking it back underneath her pillow. 

The next morning Stitch comes back, trying to escape capture. Naturally she misses her friend and helps him to evade from Jumba and Pleakly trying to arrest him, even going so far as to sacrifice her doll “Scrump” to blow up in the latter’s face. Things unfortunately go too far when their literal house ends up being blown up. When Stitch finally reveals himself to be an alien, she feels betrayed, as if Stitch took advantage of her need for belonging with his need to escape (the 4th house and 9th house themes again being at odds as the 9th house is 8 spaces from the 4th house, the 8th house signifying deception and destruction). When she is taken instead of Stitch she feels defeated, fearing losing her older sister and her home of Hawaii, she officially belongs to nothing.

Someone that gave her a sense of belonging has left her behind once again.

Finally at the end, upon being rescued and securing Stitch as her pet and best friend for good, Lilo has finally found her sense of belonging. Despite being robbed of a life with her parents, her natural family, she is able to find a family, a tribe, one made up of her older sister along with fellow misfits and aliens just like her.

No one got left behind and no one got forgotten.

As a 4th Houser, depending on the conditions of the house, your sense of belonging has likely fluctuated throughout your life. No one knows to highs a sense of belonging brings and the low a sense of not belonging brings like you. 

You may some severe abandonment issues and may have fought to be included, to feel you belong in circles where others were seemingly accepted easily. And if you have it, you fought hard not to loose it.

But in the end, you stop fighting to belong and another alien, or group of aliens, find you.

So even if people have left you in some circles, even if people have pushed you out of others, here's to finding and holding tight to your own “Ohana”.

And keeping onto those memories along the way!

Signed, The Divine Erotic (4th House Moon)

[bootlegpals]

Musical Dancing Hula Doll

Plays "Barbie Girl" by Aqua

eBay

[skarlette1]

Pop-a-licious

--A prequel of sorts to Trojan Teddy.

There wasn’t a lot of income potential in being an ex-supervillainess. All the lucrative gigs I would have taken as the badass mercenary Kylie Kannar, or the profitable mayhem I’d have wreaked as the cybernetic supervillainess Razorgirl were now off-limits. My superheroine girlfriend Lodestone would never forgive me if I pulled that kind of shit anymore. She actually believed all that stuff about “justice” and “private property” and “not breaking people’s legs to make a buck.” Most days I found her sunny disposition both deeply annoying and completely adorable, so I tried to to be a better badass.

But a girl’s got bills to pay. My marketable skills that did not involve beating the crap out of people were minimal at best.

Luckily, there was one gig that skirted the line: Capturing other supervillains. As long as I didn’t actually murder them, Lodestone could hardly get mad at me for doing the exact same thing she did, right? Some of the creeps that I’d worked with in my bad ol’ days had bounties on their heads that were completely ridiculous.

Take this idiot called Plaything, for example. I could live for over a year on the reward for his capture, and the only superpower he had was to control fucking toys. We’d worked together once. The moron had tried to take down Mnemonica—the telepath who can literally read your mind—by flying toy airplanes at her! He used to call his need for showmanship ostent-awesome. We was always making up stupid, silly words like that. He tried to get me to use them; I’d rather slit my own throat.

I’ll admit that he got the better of Mnemonica for a minute. But when Captain Alpha showed up to rescue her and Plaything defended himself with a squirt gun, I could barely cut my losses and run fast enough.

But I did remember where Plaything’s hideout was. A smart supervillain wouldn’t have gone back to a place that other people knew. But would you use the word “smart” to describe someone who attacked superheroes with teddy bears?

When I got to the abandoned hula hoop factory on the outskirts of Skarlette City, I found a trail of trading card wrappers leading to Plaything’s secret entrance. Those things would have blown away in a light breeze, so he couldn’t have dropped them too long before. Charging up the taser implanted in my left hand, I headed inside.

The narrow hallway under the factory was damp and very, very dark. Rather than alert Plaything of my presence with a flashlight, I switched my cybernetic eyes to night-vision mode. After a few twists and turns, I came to a large room filled with shelves of dusty, old toys. Ahead, the faint sound of a wind-up music box echoed off the concrete walls. The music box was likely a decoy, so I made a wide circle around it, picking my way among stacks of dusty dolls.

Peeking around the corner of the shelf, I was stunned to see a bright shape just a few inches in front of my nose. I nearly grabbed it with my taser-hand before I realized it was just a soap bubble. A few of them floated between the rows of toy shelves, their reflective surface registering unnaturally bright to my cybernetic vision. Blowing bubbles was probably Plaything’s idea of a security system. What a moron!

I stepped around the big bubble and continued to make my way through the room. Every turn seemed to have more bubbles floating lazily through the air. That probably meant I was getting close, but it also limited my line of sight. I didn’t want to stumble blind across Plaything. I snikt out one of the ceramic blades implanted into my right hand and popped a few bubbles. They vanished with a sound that even my cybernetic ears could barely detect. The thinnest sheen of soap residue coated my fingers.

I continued on my way, popping bubbles as necessary. I passed a row of dolls that actually looked kinda cute. They reminded me of Lodestone, with their generous curves and delicate outfits of lace and ribbons. Maybe I’d take one to give her as a gift. She loved this kind of girly shit.

Picking up the doll, the lace tickled my fingertips. More bubbles popped against my arms. I giggled.

What the fuck? I don’t fucking giggle. Particularly not while on a mission. Something was wrong. I needed to withdraw and regroup.

Dropping the doll, I turned and—Fuck!

I tried to drop the doll, but my fist only trembled around her. Trying to turn and walk away, I only rocked on my toes. My whole body had tensed up, every muscle clenching tight.

More bubbles drifted by, bursting as they touched my skin, my clothes, my hair. Each one that coated my body strengthened the bizarre paralysis gripping me. Before long, I was completely frozen in place, my only movement the rise and fall of my chest and the occasional blink. Fucking Plaything must have laced his soap bubbles with a contact paralytic chemical!

“My, my, my!” came Plaything’s reedy voice. “It’s been so long since we’ve had fun together, Razorgirl.”

I tried to tell him that the only fun I wanted was to slice his guts open with my finger-blades. But, with my jaw and lips unable to move, my words came out as inarticulate grunts.

“Good, I’m glad you see the irony. The last time you were here, Razorgirl, you ran away from me. This time, you came looking for me. Now you can’t move a single muscle. I’d call that turnabout-tastic!”

I spit out exactly which of his holes Plaything could jam his stupid, fake words up, but all that came out of my mouth was a stream of drool.

“Oh dear, Razorgirl. Having your stubborn, active mind trapped inside your helpless body must be positively maddening. Let me help.”

Plaything placed a pair of plastic glasses on the face of the doll in my paralyzed hands. They were too big for her head, but it didn’t matter. Since I couldn’t look away, they dominated my field of vision. The glasses had thick, black plastic frames with the word “Hypno Specs” painted on the nose piece. Instead of lenses, they held bits of white cardboard with black spirals printed on them.

“Your problem, Razorgirl, is that your body is ready to be my newest toy, but your mind is just the same serious, grumpy, double-crossing bitch you’ve always been. These glasses are going to help your mind be more like your body. I ordered from the back of a magazine. Just look at them. Just watch the spirals go around and around.”

I knew the spirals were just cardboard. I knew they weren’t actually moving. That didn’t change the fact that I saw them spinning before me. My locked gaze just kept getting pulled deeper and deeper down the spiral, always moving closer to the center, never reaching it. Over and over and—

Fuck! Those bubbles probably had a drug that increased suggestibility, too. I’d had enough supervillains mess with my mind that I knew a hypnotic induction when I was subjected to one. It would be so easy to slide down that spiral and just fall deep, deep, deep into its inky depths...

Not today, fuckhead! Even paralyzed, I had ways to hold onto my mind. I’d learned counter-brainwashing techniques from my former employers at Event Horizon. I just needed to detach myself from the sensations of my body.

“Oh, Razorgirl! Your breath is speeding up. That means you’re playing the escape game. It’s a thrilling game, but one you can’t win.” Plaything held a bubble wand up to my lips, its textured hoop loaded with shimmering liquid. “Tell me your next move in the escape game, Razorgirl.”

Beneath frozen lips, I grunted out Event Horizon Resistance Training. The little puff of breath I exhaled inflated a soap bubble. It floated up before my face.

“What a pretty bubble, Razorgirl. Thank you for breathing your escape plan into it. Watch it float gently away.”

The bubble drifted toward the doll I held. I drew in a breath, desperate to reclaim all my skill in resisting brainwashing. The bubble quivered, but burst against the doll’s silky hair. The soft pop brought my attention back to those ridiculous hypno specs and their endless spiral. I had no idea how to fight against its gravity. My talent for resistance was oozing through the doll’s hair. It soaked down through those long, dark curls the same way the spiral was soaking down, down, down into my soft, open brain. My brain was ready to—

Fuck no! I may not have any special skills, but I was still the meanest, toughest, most badass bitch on the planet. He might have been getting his jollies by stripping off my tactical vest while I couldn’t move a muscle, but there was no way some flabby, pasty-faced nerd boy was going to get the better of me. I growled deep in my throat.

“What a scary roar, Razorgirl! Maybe I’ll let you play at being my personal lioness later. Or maybe my sex kitten. But right now, you’re still playing the escape game. You’ve lost some pieces, but you keep on playing.” Plaything put the bubble wand back to my mouth. “Tell me what you’re using to resist me now, Razorgirl.”

If I just didn’t breathe, he couldn’t take anything more from me. I held my breath. Maybe I could even make myself pass out and collapse on the creepy little fucker!

A pudgy hand slid under my T-shirt and pawed at my breasts. The shock of sensation caused me to gasp out Anger and Pride. The shimmering surface of the bubble seemed to roil with a wrathful red. Every wiggle in its shape showed my fury inside, lunging to return to me.

The bubble popped on the doll’s face. She didn’t flinch as my white-hot rage trickled over her plastic lips. What had anger ever earned me besides trouble? What did I have to be proud of, when I’d been captured so easily by Plaything?

The swirling spirals drew me in. The deeper I went, the deeper there was to go. Around and around and around, my eyes always falling into the spirals. My mind always falling under Plaything’s control. The more I heard his voice, the more his words became my thoughts. The more his hands roamed my body, the more he was able to shape my mind. The more he told me what to think, the more I thought with his voice. The more he rubbed my needy little twat, the more pleasure I felt about obeying him. Soon, I would cum for him and the last of my mind would pop like a bubble. Afterward, Plaything would be the only person who mattered to me in any—

“Nooooooo,”I whined around my paralyzed lips. I couldn’t lose Lodestone. Being with her showed me what else I could be, what else I could hope for—

“Poor Razorgirl wants to cum and submit so badly, but something’s holding you back. What’s your last, losing move in the escape game?” Plaything wheezed in my ear as his fingers roamed my body.

I was so close to cumming that my breath came in ragged pants. Gasping Love Lodestone between stiff-jawed moans, I formed a tiny soap bubble. Short and sexy just like my superheroine girlfriend. The one I would always—

It popped in midair. I popped in his hands. I couldn’t moan or writhe or roll my eyes or arch my back or scream. The climax burst within me like a firecraker inside tiny room. Sharp and hot and deafening.

Plaything opened a little plastic egg from a vending machine. Inside was pink toy slime that he rubbed over my naked skin. As flexibility returned to my muscles, I sagged into him. He gentle lowered me to the floor, my legs weak and quivering from the powerful orgasm.

“The best part of the escape game is that it feels so much better to lose than to win. I loved watching you lose your thoughts through the popping bubbles. And watching you cum when you lost the game looked positively pop-a-licious.” He leaned close to study my expression, his breath sickly-sweet on my face. “What do you think of losing the escape game, Razorgirl?”

Plaything’s eyes were dark and deep, deep, deep. I said the only word in my head. “Pop-a-licious.”

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[the-pumpk1n-gutz]

The oc in question, relationships and appearance, was inspired by another idea i had, so before i can talk about her let's talk about that.

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One faithfull timeline Wiggly decided to take over the world with the help of a little girl, after a few resets he became attached to the girl. But not in the way Tinky was for Ted or Pokey was to Paul, this was different, this was genuine. And that somehow snowballed to the other Lords becoming attached to the little one. Tired of seeing her die or get mistreated, the Lords collectively decide to make her a permanent resident of the Black and White, wiping any trace of her existence clean from the mortal realm and securing a home for her in their domain.

Now, actually living in the Black and White would be difficult for any mortal, but the Lords know a thing or two about changing the foundation to fit the narrative. And so they make a dollhouse for her and occupy its halls with their mock human visage. Entertaining her, playing with her, just all around having fun and bonding with their favorite.

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So that's where the relationship aspect comes from, the second part was imagining how she would be as a Lord (in this case, princess) in Black.

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She's very kid coded (but unlike Wiggly who uses the kidfriendly image as a lure to drive in desporet investors she's just like that) and has a big habit of taking after her brothers and sister a lot. She uses her dolls as vessels to convey her messages to the mortals opposed to taking a human form. The cultists don't take it personally because they know they aren't deserving of her presens (she's actually just shy). This is what sets her and Poky apart. While he wants to kill everyone and replace them with his voice, the princess wants to hide herself in the faces of her dolls, mimicking a personality that's not her own to gain confidence.

The aforementioned dolls all have their own distinct occupations, clothing and personalities. There's four of them to be exact, an uptight botanist who has a tendency for pointing out the smallest of mistakes. A crass 1980s rockstar who may or may not be a vampire. His girlfriend, a bubbly professional hula hoop dancer. And the princesses personal chew toy, the brooding leather wearing biker, who has no head, she lost it.

Being a Lord/Queen/Princess in Black/White means you get a title, you know how Tinky is the Time Bastard and so on. But I have two in mind for the princess, my first idea was The spoiled Princess of the Black and White which makes sense, she's very spoiled, but as the character developed I thought of something else. You see, while the princess gets anything she wants on a silver platter (unless she's grounded) she's very curious, like a kid would be. So the second title in mind was The Curious One of the Black and White. And I think that fits more to her personality, because she's very very curious, she practically studies humans like they were ants in a terrarium.

Speaking of insects, her “true form that could melt your minds” is a centipede. And when she is called upon by a cultist her descent from the Black and White is referred in the black book as “Her endless march to the physical realm”. She's technically not endless but they cannot perceive that without going insane.

Compared to her brothers she's not that bad but she's still not good, you know. While her brothers actively stir up trouble she's just there for the ride to witness the many spectrums of the human experience. There's been universes where she's done immensely good and others where she's caused catastrophes. She loves them at their best, and their worst, besides what's life without a little fun? She's essentially a wildcard to the peoples whose fate is determined by her mood. She doesn't have a favorite mortal, she jumps from one to the next each reset or until she gets bored.

Unlike her brothers she doesn't have a dedicated cult in her name, she does however have a smal cozy shrine, one in each of her brother's chapels. Cultists can offer gifts to the shrine, the ones she accepts disappear the next day, any gifts that get left behind are disposed of.

As I said earlier, she rarely if ever shows up in her human form when summoned unless it's a court meeting, then she has no choice. While her form can vary there are some factors that never change.

Her main color is brown.

Glasses, because centipede visions are shit.

Agile as fuck (like a contortionist) no mater the body type.

Has a prosthetic arm with joints reminiscent of a doll.

Hair, lots and lots of hair, and i don't mean just the ones on the head (it represents her many many centipede legs, it can also move to a degree).

To feel more comfortable she has something to remind her of her brothers and sister on her person in their respective colors.

Opss, i drabled so much I forgot to introduce to you her full name, my apologies. Ladies, gentlemen, eldritch abominations, here i bestow upon you The Curious One from the Black and White herself, The Endless March, Pararasituth 📢📢📢

Hell yeah! She sounds so cool!

[theinsanecrayonbox]

I have returned from hunting with spoils!

A Diva faced Midge, Hula Hair Teresa, and Generation Girl Tori were bought from a nice lady who was all “my daughter is 32 she doesn’t really need these anymore” and my mother was “heh this one’s 35 and she’s getting them” and we all had a laugh as I pointed out I restore dolls, so she knew they would still be loved

But the weird and coolest find I got is a Jack Slater action figure. I had no idea Last Action Hero had tie-in merch aside from the CD OST and BK cup I already own. How weird and random and his slapping action just makes it weirder and cooler

So yeah I’d say it was a successful day of walking outside for a couple hours XD

[barbielore]

Mattel has on and off had controversy over Barbie being a sexualised figure but I felt it important to note that in addition to cabaret dancers, lingerie models, superheroes in fishnets and Sports Illustrated models...

...Mattel did in fact have a collection of Pin Up Girls.

The three dolls in the collection were Lady Luck, Hula Honey and two versions of Way Out West - one blonde, and one redheaded.

Way Out West Barbie features little denim shorts, red cowboy boots, a lasso and cowboy hat. The back of the box calls this a "provocative ensemble" for this "All-American" "girl next door".

Hula Honey is a doll that I am erring on the side of assuming that it is racist, though i don't know enough to say for sure. She is wearing a sarong, but has a coconut bra and grass skirt to change into.

Her box text calls the grass skirt and coconut shell bra "kitschy".

Finally, there is Lady Luck, a lounge singer in a fur throw. Her box text specifies that she is a representative of Las Vegas. Unlike the "provocative" and "kitschy" former dolls in the collection, Lady Luck is "glamorous" and "alluring".

[haveamagicalday]

Duel of the American Girl Dolls: Molly Edition (Round 1)

This is a poll in the Duel of the American Girl Dolls. Other polls can be found here

[thisislizheather]

Museum of Failure in NYC

“Museum of Failure is a collection of failed products and services from around the world. The majority of all innovation projects fail and the museum showcases these failures to provide visitors a fascinating learning experience. Innovation and progress require an acceptance of failure. The museum aims to stimulate productive discussion about failure and inspire us to take meaningful risks.”

God, I love a fun museum. There’s absolutely nothing better. I went to the Museum of Failure when it opened a few weeks ago in Brooklyn and I can’t recommend it enough. The space it’s displayed in is a bit of a failure in itself (on purpose maybe?), but once you get past that it’s a great way to spend an hour. Some highlights below!

As soon as you enter, there’s the Share Your Failure wall that visitors can contribute to. Best ones I read: not getting divorced, not kissing him, not wearing sunscreen when I was young.

Above Photo: Share Your Failure wall at the Museum of Failure, NYC

Above Photo: If this doesn’t remind you of the Toronto Science Center in the mid 90s, I don’t know what to tell you

Okay, Orbitz was not actually a good drink, but it completely paved the way for bubble tea to take off.

Above Photo: Diet candy AYDS, 1937-1980s

“Why take diet pills when you can enjoy AYDS?" HOW WAS THIS REAL? And how on earth was it successful for decades?? This appetite-suppressant candy was successful with the help of Hollywood celebrities and its popularity peaked in the 1970s. Obviously when the AIDS epidemic emerged in the 1980s the weight-loss product was doomed.

Above Photo: Atari ET Game & Console, 1982-1983

This is basically known as the worst video game of all time and Atari reported a $536 million loss in 1983 because of it. There’s a great documentary about it called Atari: Game Over about the urban legend that unsold copies were buried.

Above Photo: Low blow, museum. Low blow.

Is it funny that there’s a Titanic reference? Absolutely. Horrid, but funny.

Above Photo: Pinky Gloves, 2021

Oh no, these came out in 2021. A male trio of German inventors created gloves to wear when taking out tampons so that women wouldn’t get blood on their hands and have a “discrete way to dispose of the used product.” WOW.

Above Photo: Little Miss No Name, 1965

Firstly, I apologize for introducing this image into your subconscious. I really am. The brand Hasbro designed this unusual doll to be an alternative to the hugely popular Barbie. “In keeping with the climate of the mid-sixties, they wanted to teach little girls compassion and the realities of life for homeless people.”

Above Photo: Trump SECTION at the Museum of Failure, NYC

There’s a whole Trump wing in the museum, which is just *chef’s kiss*.

Above Photo: Spray On Condom, 2006-2008

This German product was supposed to be the solution to the problem of condoms being either too small or too big. Its instructions: “Simply insert penis into an apparatus to coat with melted latex and then wait 3 minutes for the latex to dry.” It failed because the idea of inserting one's penis into the apparatus scared men and the three-minute hardening time proved too long to wait.

Above Photo: Shared Girlfriend, 2017

Developed by Chinese company Taqu Ltd., the Shared Girlfriend service rented sex dolls for $45 a day. They were made of high-quality silicon and dolls were ordered with a smartphone app then delivered to your door. “After each rental, the dolls were disinfected, and the more heavily used and damaged parts were replaced.” ICK.  Amazingly, the service was suspended only four days after its launch due to public outrage.

There were so many other incredible pieces on display (grass skis, the hula chair, the Elon Musk wall), you really should make an afternoon of it and see for yourself. I showed a few videos of the exhibit over on my spring ‘23 highlights on Instagram, if you’re interested in seeing even more. Such a fun time. Tickets available over here.

Now I beg you, world: bring back Pepsi Blue.

[feverinfeveroutfic]

love is not enough | chapter fourteen

He awoke early the next morning with his arms still snaked around their bodies and their scents washed over him like a blanket. He flexed his fingers on Jay’s hip and gently caressed the curve of her body: he gazed into her face, at her sleeping eyes and the way that she resembled to a little doll.

He smiled at her, a little tender smile, and he envisioned the three of them together in Hawai’i, on the island of Kaua’i on a cool autumn day when the summer heat had passed by and the feel of the winds caressed the tropical waters, and yet everything remained fresh and green from the onset of springtime. He had taken his shirt off and tied a makeshift belt of a vine around his waist to keep his little white shorts up his long lanky legs and to accentuate the slightly full shape of his body.

He let his hair cascade down over his shoulders onto his chest, and the sun caressed the crown of his head and his shoulders: he looked as if he had risen right out of the summit of Kilauea and was missing the hot lava all around him. The volcano god looking for his twin Pelèes.

He nudged a broad leaf out of the way to behold the beach on the leeward side of the island: the black and white sands beckoned him with the comforting warmth of fall; the waves gently lapped against the shore's edge with the warm, sunbathed water of the tropics. He let his hair and his skin hang out as he took one step over the nearest branch and sauntered onto those warm volcanic sands.

He turned his attention to the left to find them there under a small circle of date palms. The two of them in grass skirts with the lime green mokihana leis around their necks and coconut bras on their chests; he ran his fingers through his long inky black curls before he walked on over to them to join in on their little luau. Q offered him and slipped a lei over his head, to which he lifted his hair off the back of his neck. The smooth beads and the bundles of minute pointed leaves brushed against his skin but only soothed him from the presence of the leaves behind him.

All the warm roasted pineapple and mango he could ever ask for right then before they treated him to the hula and another hula there on the beach as the sun set behind the crown of the Garden Island.

He sighed through his nose, only to be woken by the rumble of distant thunder. He opened his eyes to find the streaks of torrential rain on the outside of the window. Hopefully, a nice cool day there in Kansas City in comparison to the violent tornado the day before as he knew they were going to have to leave at some point later that day to head on over to New York City and the torrential rains over there. He thought about the rain in Hawai'i, the vast sheets of rain that cascaded down over those fresh green summits to bathe him and let his skin drink in all that was good in the world.

At one point, during his daydream, Jay took off her bra and let her breasts bare free under the rouse of the tropical rains.

She was home. He had brought her back home to where her roots lay even if she wasn't Hawaiian herself.

And then there was Q, with the scars underneath the waist of her skirt and the feeling remained so far from what was born with. There was so much to those battle scars that he yearned to know about it all. All the questions he wanted to ask but there was something that held him back, that made him feel as though a single question would not suffice even for his inquisitive mind.

If only there was a way to let these girls truly be themselves and without the threat of losing their money or their lives. If only he could scrounge up the money himself and bring them home to the Hawaiian Islands, away from the rest of the world and the ocean as their playground.

The sound of the cold rain on the outside of the window only made him want to snuggle down even more on the bed. It was cold in their hotel room, and yet he couldn't bear to climb out of bed to turn up the heat lest he let go of them.

I'm never letting go, he said to himself.

But then Jay cleared her throat and shuffled right there next to him; Q, meanwhile, never stirred for one second. He rolled his head over the top of the pillow for a look at her face, and right as her eyes popped open. He gazed into those large brown irises, the corners of which curled up into a sweet smile for him. He then moved his lips closer to her own for a soft kiss.

“Good morning,” he greeted her in a gentle whisper.

“Good morning, baby,” she returned the favor, to which she kissed him again on those soft lips. The feeling made his toes curl and his knees knit together. Both of these girls were good kissers, enough to warm him up inside and have him moving like the magma chamber inside of Mauna Loa; it was that moment he wished for Q to wake up to give him a second good morning kiss.

“It's so chilly in here,” she noted.

“I don't want to get up and turn the heater on, though,” he confessed.

“I don't blame you,” she said as she ran her fingers down his chest and onto his bare stomach. His toes curled again as she stroked the undone waist of his jeans. All the subtle touches he could ever ask for; all the sweet feelings that only further warmed him up from within. No way he could leave it all for the sake of turning a dial on a heater next to the bed.

“I love the way your skin feels,” she noted. “So soft and silky, and no wonder why you're so touchy feely and sensual, too.”

“Like laying on the beach and running your hands over the sand,” he suggested.

“Oh, yes. Better than that, I would say.” Her fingers caressed over the one spot between his belly button and the band of his underwear, where it was extra soft and smooth like that of bone china. The feeling of her fingers only coaxed a smile out of him.

“Let me take you to Hawai'i,” he said to her right then. “Some day. The three of us, all together. We'll go to Hawai'i. I'll start saving my money after the tour so we can do it.”

“Hawai'i and Alaska, too,” she added.

“Alaska!” He raised his eyebrows at that.

“When I was in high school, my dad managed to get a job at a processing plant up on the Aleutian Islands,” she recalled. “He said it's absolutely stunning up there.”

“Hm, Hawai'i in the fall and Alaska in the springtime?” he suggested.

“Sounds like a plan, baby,” she said with a smile and a gentle kiss on the side of his neck.

“I cannot believe she actually has a gun on her,” he remarked.

“Who, Q?”

“Yeah. It's just strange is all.”

“Well... we kind of have to have them,” she confessed in between kisses. “Our boss is known to get violent if we don't please him. If he's—coming after us, and after you, we have to do something. The cops won't help us.”

“You girls are your very own militia,” he noted with a slight smile on his face.

“Exactly.” She cupped his face in her hand as she pressed her lips onto his for a good long one, and one which made every inch of his body relax. She then held back and licked her lips at him.

“You wanna make out?” she offered. “You're looking really sexy and drop dead gorgeous right about now.”

“Yeah, why not.” He showed her a playful little smirk at that. “A nice slow li’l make out session.”

It was tricky given he still had his right arm underneath Q's body, but he managed to jerk his hand out from under her. Jay ran her fingers along his chest and his shoulder; once he let Q roll over onto her back, he turned to her for her love.

“You have taught me that every nerdy boy has a dark side,” she remarked in a near whisper, “and even the busiest people have moments to steal for themselves.”

“Indeed, we do, my sweet,” he assured her, and he ran his fingers through her hair at the back of her head and gave her the softest sweetest kiss yet on his part. Her skin was silken and her hair felt like water. She kept her body close to him against the cold of the hotel room, such that he could feel her pointed nipples under the velvet of her camisole.

“Is it cold in here or are you just happy to see me?” he asked her.

“Both, you filthy little dog, you,” she whispered. He ran his hand down the small of her back, down onto her hip to feel the softness of her skin, made even softer and smoother from the cold of the room. Her lips interlocked with his, and he drank down the feeling of her, as if he took in a chalice from the purest water on the planet. Her bare knee rubbed up against the backside of his legs, and she brought her lips down to his neck and his chest.

He parted his lips for a soft whistle: her touches were so tender that he swore that he would never go back to his old life before then. No way he could do that, not to these two girls.

He felt her inch down his body towards his stomach and the lower part of his belly, where things were even more tender. The feeling of her lips there was enough to send him flying again, and he treated her to a gentle groan each and every time she kissed him. The softest kisses, all the way down his belly towards his waist, and they were enough to tickle him and drive him crazy. Who needed the heater on when the heat was on right then and there on the bed.

“Kiss me there—” he whimpered out, and she kissed him right under his belly button. He parted his lips but no sound came out from the back of his throat.

He rolled part of the way onto his back to accentuate his hips, and Jay was eager to kiss him there again.

“That's a really sexy spot to kiss him, Jay.”

He opened his eyes to find Q right there next to his head with an unsure smile on her face.

“You guys having some morning fun without me?” she demanded.

“Without you? It wouldn't be as fun without you.” He clasped his hands onto her shoulders and yanked her down to his face for a big open lipped one. Q hung over his face so her hair dangled down over him like the vines from a tree.

“Let me slip into something more comfortable,” she suggested in a near whisper and with a lick of her lips. She clambered away from him right then, and Jay resumed with the kisses below his waist. She left a small ring of them right above the waist of his underwear when Q surfaced in a little body stocking of black lace, complete with holes cut out for her breasts. She had stuck thick lacy pasties on her nipples and slipped her fingers into her hair at the back of her head to make her breasts hang out in the open.

Jay held back out of the way for him to see for himself.

“Um, hello,” he noted with a raise of his eyebrows

“Jay's got her jammies but I've got the real thing here,” she quipped as she adjusted the sides of the stocking, right near her breasts.

“Is this new?”

“New to you,” she answered. “I've had this for a long time, though.” She climbed upon the foot of the bed, right by his feet, and she crawled up closer to him; all the while, her breasts hung loose, as if she awaited him to put his face there. Indeed, he lifted his hand for a touch, but she swatted at the back and wagged her finger at him.

“Don't make sit on you,” she warned him. “This thing has no crotch, after all.”

“Do it,” he said with a wink and a slight flick of his eyebrows. “You know you want to, seeing as it's open season and whatnot.”

“Sit on him, Q,” Jay encouraged him. “Sit on him like you never sat on anyone before.”

Q climbed up towards his face and swung her hips around so her ass was right over his head. She opened her legs for him and he held his breath as he came face to face with her lips, already bright pink in anticipation of his tongue. A nice appetizer before his morning cup of coffee as he slipped his tongue along the rim of her lips. She inched back so he could touch her clit and that little hood all around it; he closed his eyes as he relished in the taste as well as the feel of her. The thin lace of the stocking brushed against his nose and his cheekbones, and he knew he was moving in deep. He opened his eyes just enough to see the insides of her legs as well as his own feet pointed up at the end of the bed; Jay meanwhile had put her lips around his burgeoning erection for a taste of him.

Not just an appetizer but a whole round of breakfast on its own.

Jay scraped the edges of her teeth against his tightening skin which made him gasp. He stuck his tongue right on the head of Q's clit, which in turn made her yelp out. She breathed harder as he moved in deeper with that velvet tongue.

All he could think about was making her come, and for Jay to make him come.

Someone was going to come.

His tongue swiped Q's clit again, and she let out a low moan, and he knew that was the trick. He did it again to make her come a second time. She lifted off his face so he could catch his breath, but then Jay scraped the edges of her teeth on his taut skin once more and he treated them to a short sharp shriek. She let go of him and coughed, only to follow it up with a hearty laugh.

Panting, he watched her run her tongue along the head to lap up the little pearls that dribbled out, and he lay his head on the pillow once again. Though it was still cold in that room, his body radiated with that warmth of the volcano inside of him. His chest rose and fell as Q leaned into his face again, that time for a soft kiss on the lips.

“Keep that thing on,” he encouraged her with a gesture to the stocking. “I reckon we'll have more fun in the Big Apple.”

“Indeed, we will, baby—” She flashed him a wink, and then she kissed him again. Jay licked her lips as she looked on into his face: she adjusted the straps of her camisole as if she was about to take it off, but she never did.

“Going with the velvet?” he asked her.

“You bet, big boy,” she ensured him with a kiss on the side of the neck.

“Phew. What time does our flight leave?”

“Ten-thirty,” Q replied. “Check out is at eleven. It's a quarter after seven now if we want to grab some breakfast, which I guess packs up in about an hour.”

“Oh, shit, we gotta get movin’—”