#i love him so much but also he looks like Ken . why are you blond boy. you should be blue

[patchyworx]

Veldora's design in that one slime isekai was bothering me so i redesigned him

[whoskimii]

brat tamer nanami..... bratty!reader..... spanking.... PUHLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

idk why but this is so nanami (,,>ヮ<,,)!

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nanami was beginning to get seriously pissed off. you have been really bratty lately, for whatever reason. he didn't exactly know why, maybe it was because you wanted more attention from him.

you had always been a bimbo, a really feminine, provocative woman ever since he met you. you also always had been bratty. it was just who you were, your personality. you liked to play with words, to draw attention on you. you just liked being in the spotlight, the center of attention.

you had a sweet face but a sharp tongue. and the body of a pornstar. of course you knew that. you knew how attractive you were, you knew that men looked at you. even married ones. and that always pissed off nanami.

of course gojo always teased him for being with a woman who was the opposite of him. nanami was quiet, observant. unlike you. you were more like the one to be observed.

today, you put on a mini-skirt and a low-cut shirt. nanami always appreciated your beauty, but he also appreciated whenever you covered up a little. just a little was enough for him, really. you were as beautiful when you showed a little less skin.

but when a man looked at your ass in public with a ring on his finger, nanami got pissed. at both him and you. because you knew he was looking but you didn't do anything to stop him. you only clung to your husband's arm and gave him a sweet little smile. trying to look innocent.

that's why you found yourself under your pissed off lover, ass pressed against his hips. you whimpered as he pulled on your hair from behind, exposing your neck. "that's what you do, huh ?" he whispered in your ear. "i gave you a home, i put a ring around your pretty finger, i feed you, i take care of you, i fuck you," he listed. "but you still let other men look at you ?"

he gave harsh thrusts, hips slapping against your ass, the lewd sounds of your connection filling the room. "did i marry a slut ?" as your face stayed buried in the pillow, he tugged on your hair again. "did i, love ?" you shook your head weakly, pretty eyes fluttering open with difficulty. "m'not a slut..."

he scoffed. "you're not, huh ? then why did you let him look at your ass ? you knew what he was doing." you whined softly, drool sliding down your chin. "wanted you to pay attention to me..."

he clicked his tongue and pushed your pretty face back into the pillow. "oh, shut up, love. i'm already giving you attention." you whined and pushed yourself on your wobbly arms, bare breasts pressed into the mattress. "s'not true...!"

he frowned. "no ? it's not true, huh ?" you gasped as your husband rolled you onto your back. you didn't even have enough time to react because he fucked himself into your sloppy little hole over and over again. "ken !" you moaned.

he rolled his eyes, his usually neat blonde hair falling over his forehead. "what ?" you weakly punched at his hard torso. "s'too much !" he sighed. "too much ? you can take it. suck it up." you whimpered and gripped the satin sheets.

"would you like being fucked by other men, love ?" he whispered, strong chest pressed against your breasts as the tip of his cock kissed your sweet spot. you clenched around him. "yeah ? yeah, you'd definitely like that. whore. it gets you wet, huh ? thinking about that."

he circled your throbbing little clit, your wetness gathering on his fingers. he brought his hand to your lips and forcefully pushed his fingers into your mouth. "taste yourself. that's just how wet you get when you're thinking about that."

as you tasted your own sweetness, your eyes rolled back. "y'like that, huh ? doesn't surprise me. you like being filthy."

you moaned and clenched around his leaky cock, causing him to groan. "you're going to finish, love ? don't you dare. you don't deserve to." you whined in protest. "please, ken, i'm so—" your sentence ended in a gasp as he slapped your pussy. "bad girl. brats don't deserve to finish."

you whined, feeling the familiar, warm bubble in your lower stomach tighten. "ken, i can't..." he clicked his tongue. "if you finish—" he stopped when you came around him, your back arching as moans spilled out of your pretty lips.

when you finally came down from your high, you realized that your husband had been watching you, still. "ken, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean—" he frowned. "brat."

you had a feeling that the night wasn't about to end.

to me bratty is just a synonym of bimbo (,,>ヮ<,,)

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♥ pairing: fernando alonso x wife!reader

♥ synopsis: for your husband's birthday you decided to gather the help of the grid in order to create the perfect surprise party.

♥ smau + written - fc: amanda seyfried and girls on pinterest - as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing, mentions of liquoir, and some suggestive-ish jokes !!!

♥ a/n: here's a fernando fic for his birthday! (even though it's already passed by now) tysm to the anon that requested this! I will also be toying with the way I format my fics because much like hobie brown I don't believe in consistency lol. if you want more fernando x wife!reader fics @theyluvkarolina put out one earlier this week and you should go show her some love <3

-Belgium 2024-

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yn.alonso belgique with nando and our girls <3

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user1 why is her ten year old more aesthetic than me

user7 fanciest family ever

user3 wish I was there

user6 nando looks SO fine

user8 what about Y/N SHE LOOKS GORGEOUS

user10 I cant believe nando's birthday is this week

jensonbutton he's so old

user5 @/jensonbutton you're older than him but go off 😭

user2 my favorite DILFS

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Your husband Fernando never made his birthday a big deal, but when your daughters begged you to throw him a surprise party, you just had to agree. It was adorable how much they cared about his special day and you knew he'd appreciate it.

Usually his birthday consisted of a stressful race, but since it fell on a Monday this year, it was the perfect opportunity to get everyone together.

This was why you were with Lance. You weren't really "alone" with him either. Not even ten minutes after the picture was posted Nando had dropped off your kids to take them to the beach.

You watched as the girls walked along in the sand, picking up any seashells they found.

"We have everything right? Balloons? Venue? Everyone RSVP'd?" you fidgeted with your bracelet.

"Yes, Y/n we have everything," Lance responded.

"Good. I just want this to be perfect."

"It will be," he smiled.

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yn.alonso brunch & beach with the girls favorite uncle @/lancestroll

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lewishamilton I thought I was the favorite uncle?

fernandoalo_oficial you wish

user1 am I the only one who thinks y/n and Lance are kind of flirty?

user6 yes you are the only one.

nicorosberg the twins have gotten so big

yourusername I know 🥹

user21 wait I'm new to f1. I didn't know Fernando had kids???

user8 @/user21 yea him and y/n have three :) all daughters, making him an unbeatable girl dad. The twins Mariana (the brunette one) and Sofia (the blonde one) are ten and their one year old is named Isabella <3

user3 no bc its so cute that the twins have each of their parents hair colors

user7 lance's job is beach

user12 he is SO Ken

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Nando couldn't help but notice the way your phone vibrated on the dinner table. This has been going on for a few weeks now. People calling you at odd times, your phone blowing up with texts, randomly going out with the grid...

He knows you would never cheat on him, but he still found it strange that you'd never mentioned anything about this to him. Up until now, you told him everything.

“Who is it?” Fernando asked, taking a bite of his meal.

Mariana and Sofia looked at each other with their eyes wide, not even trying to hide the fact they were in on your little secret.

��What’s this,” Nando gestured to the two girls with his fork. “What are you three up to?” he raised a brow.

”Nothing, mi amor. Let’s just finish eating, yeah?”

“Are you sure? This isn’t something I should be worried about? Sabes que puedes contarme cualquier cosa, ¿verdad?” - (you know you can tell me anything, right?)

“Si, I know. It’s nothing to be worried about. I promise.” you reassured him.

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fernandoalo_oficial p5 today

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lancestroll we didn’t get the best team result overall but congrats on p5. let’s keep pushing

astonmartinf1 points 💪

yn.alonso proud of you ❤️

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-Fernando's Birthday-

The day started off as it usually did. The twins were up super early to jump in the bed with you and cuddle up beside Nando, wishing him a happy birthday.

He always spoiled you and today was the day to return the favor. You made him and the girls breakfast in bed before taking them out sight seeing in Brussels.

"We have one more stop," you said to Fernando who was in the passengers seat.

You pulled up to the venue and led your family through the door. You were holding Isabella as the twins giggled the whole way inside.

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"Surprise!!!" everyone yelled as the lights went on.

The room was filled with gold, white, and green balloons and a heart shaped cake was sitting in the middle of a long table.

Fernando smiled and turned towards you, "Mi amor what is this?"

"Your birthday party," you smiled back as his arm snaked around your waist. "It was the twins idea."

”I love you so much,” he said, kissing your temple and ruffling his the twins hair. He held his arms out to hold Isabella.

"Lets drink," Lando held up a bottle of alcohol making everyone cheer.

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yn.alonso happy birthday to the love of my life @/fernandoalo_oficial. you are the most incredible driver, husband, and father and these last fifteen years with you have been an absolute blessing. eres mi todo, mi amor. feliz cumpleaños - (you are my everything, my love. happy birthday) ❤️

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fernandoalo_oficial te amo mucho. gracias cariño ❤️

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lancestroll I'm not crying you're crying

carlossainz55 happy birthday cabrón

lewishamilton happy birthday fernando

user7 guys 🥹

user1 this is the cutest thing I've ever seen

astonmartinf1 happy birthday to our fav

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user8 THEY LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭

user2 if my relationship isn't like there's I don't want it

aussiegrit happy birthday mate

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Kenneth “Ken” Sean Carson x male reader

Smut drabble

Can you guys believe that Kens name is Kenneth?? What the hell,,,,, I loved the Barbie movie btw, I loved how worshippy Ken was, cuz what’s better than a guy that would kiss the ground you walk on.

Reader doesn’t know he’s like,,,, a doll I guess, they just think he’s the biggest himbo airhead in existence.

This was not proofread btw.

 Kens bright blonde hair was soft between your fingers as you brushed your fingers through it, before tightening your hand into a fist as you pulled his head closer. Kens hands grasped at your thighs, his grip clenching and loosening over and over as he gurgled around your cock, wet sloppy noises filling the back room of the store you worked in. Pleasured moans left the blonde man on his knees in front of you, and you could catch his feet wiggling behind him in those ugly cowboy boots he wore. His hat had been thrown somewhere to the side so you could bury your hands into that blonde hair that was so light you were sure it had to be bleached, but as you pulled his hair you couldn’t see any sign of roots showing. Either he truly was the stereotypical dumb blonde, or he had a great hair routine. But his hair was too soft to be bleached as much as you were sure it was, so maybe he really was blonde. His name was even Ken, like those Barbie dolls you had seen your baby cousin play with.

It was very clear the guy had never given head before, but the way he moaned and slobbered over your dick made it just as good. Never before had you gotten such good head, Ken was just so enthusiastic about it, like pleasing you was all he could ever want. The first time you had muttered praise down at him, he had stared up at you in disbelief, like praise was something he had never heard before. His pupils are grown bigger and his lip had quivered, and then he dove on your length and swallowed all of it down in one go, like he had no gag reflex at all, sucking and slobbering over it to the point you had to bite down on your fist to stay quiet, so as to not moan so loud it alerted other customers or your coworkers.

What you didn’t know was that Ken really didn’t have a gag reflex, why would he have one? Hes a doll. Dolls had no need for that kinda thing. They also didn’t have a need for genitals, so it wasn’t like Ken could whip it out or let you go down on him, not that hed ever wanted to do that. Maybe it was the fact that Kens by nature were just accessories, there to better their Barbie and follow along to her every whim, hanging onto any bit of praise and positive attention they could get. But being here between your legs, his mouth and throat working your length with throaty noises, was enough to have Ken brimming with pride and a hot tingly feeling he couldn’t identify.

Every murmur of praise that left your lips had Kens hips twitching or his thighs clenching, even though there was nothing for him to clench around. You were sure you’d found the guy with the biggest praise kink in existence, so you kept going, brushing his hair out of his eyes and telling him how good he was, how pretty he was, how good of a boy he was. It seemed the more praise you gave him the more he preened and more effort he put into it, and to say you were amazed at how good he became so quickly? You couldn’t even put it into words.

Kens pretty blue eyes looked up at you as he swallowed down all you were worth, the tip of your length tickling the back of his throat, and where others would gag, Ken just hummed and looked up at you with wet eyes. His lashes were clumped together, but it only served to make him look even more needy and attractive. Kens throat clenched around you as he swallowed, and when he learned that action got you to moan, he kept doing it, almost milking you like he didn’t have any need to breathe.

Soon it was impossible to hold it back anymore, and you came down his throat, your head falling back against the wall you were leaning against as you ground your hips against Kens pretty face. Ken swallowed everything you gave him, wet gulps filling the tiny room you two were hiding in as he gulped and gulped, still looking up at you, his hands gripping the fabric of your pants.

He kept your softening length in his mouth as you released the rough grip you had on his hair, a pleased hum leaving him as his eyes fluttered, as you ran your fingers through his hair instead. “Such a good boy Ken, you did so well. Fuck, you’re so pretty, so amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so good at sucking cock as you, I just wanna keep you all to myself” you murmured in a post orgasm voice, the praise thick and heavy as it fell endlessly from your lips.

The praise seemed to be what did it for Ken, at least from your perspective. For Ken, hearing all those words from you as you petted him had that hot tingly feeling in his abdomen growing, more and more until it seemed to overtake his entire being. His vision went white as he swallowed around your flaccid length, eyes rolling back as that feeling overtook him. Kens entire body shook as he felt a sudden weight between his legs, a soft length of his own appearing, which quickly seemed to be filling up as you talked him through his orgasm.

Ken was still floating off somewhere as you pulled him to his feet, hugging him to your chest to let him calm down from such a powerful orgasm. To you at least, that was what it seemed like. Someone who came from the praise and sweet attention you gave him, but to Ken it was something completely different. He had no idea what to do with the hardening length between his thighs as he started rolling his hips into your thigh, whimpered moans leaving him as he buried his face into your shoulder.

You bit your lip as you hesitated for a moment, before coming to a conclusion. “Why don’t you come home with me Ken? Just for a bit” you asked, both worried about how strong his reaction had been, as you feared maybe you had put him in subspace, but also because you didn’t want to see the blonde cute himbo go just yet. You barely had to ask before Ken was nodding into your shoulder, soft murmurs leaving him that he really wanted to go with you, please don’t leave him. So, after tucking yourself away, making yourself presentable, and grabbing Kens cowboy hat, you signed out of work and tucked Ken into the passenger seat of your car, starting the drive back to your apartment, Kens hand in yours as you kept muttering praise to the blonde, who only replied with soft whimpers and moans.

[hepburnswan]

I did it.

you are kenough

🌸 pt 2 🌸

🌸 pt 3 🌸

pairing: ken x reader

summary: ken does some self reflecting after the patriarchy incident and personally apologizes to all the barbies

warnings: little fluff, little angst, reader is a barbie, talk ab gender equality?? can be read as platonic or romantic ig 🤷‍♀️

word count: 1.3k

authors note: ok this is kind of goofy but i thought ken needs to repent after what he did and also why not throw a bit of fluff in 🤗 also this is my first fic ever dont hate on me 😭

special shoutout to my bsf june for being both my cheerleader and my proofreader ‼️

It had only been a couple of days since Barbieland had been restored to its rightful state. The barbies were back in charge, no longer evicted from their homes, and things were starting to get back to normal. Not only that - but changes were being made. Though barbies continued to be the leaders of Barbieland, the Kens’ message was heard loud and clear - they no longer wanted to be accessories to barbies. And that was fair. But there still was some understandable tension between the two groups. After all, it’s not every day you get kicked out of your own house and treated like a servant.

For those couple of days, you had kept to yourself, and that was okay - though you normally loved to have fun with the other barbies and kens, you didn’t mind being alone. What wasn’t okay was that you didn’t dare to leave your dreamhouse, almost fearing that if you left you might not be able to come back to it. For the days after the incident, you avoided the kens like the plague, and that was something strange and new for you. Sure, they had their moments, but even then, they had always been sweet. You never dreamed you’d actually lose your trust in them.

When the other barbies would wave to you from their dreamhouses, asking if you would be at the beach, at their party, etc., you simply told them you weren’t feeling well.

You weren’t feeling well, that was the truth.

Never once living in Barbieland did you have to worry about being oppressed. Never once did you have to worry about being, well, a Barbie! That was the fate of the people who lived in the real world. Never once did you think that could happen in Barbieland.

But it had, and you didn’t think you could recover.

So you sat on your sofa all day, sipping your imaginary coffee, almost waiting for something to happen.

A knock on the door.

You were almost sure it was one of the other barbies, checking up on you because they were worried, but instead you opened up the door to see him.

Ken. The Ken. King of the Beach. Tall, blonde, athletic. Always happy, always kind. At least you had thought so. It was a shame. You had always liked Ken.

“Hi Barbie,” He says nervously.

“Hi Ken,” you say, without a hint of cheerfulness.

“Can I, um.. can I come in?”

“Why? Have you come to take back your Mojo Dojo Casa House?”

“No, Barbie.”

A moment of silence. Though you were wary, you knew you couldn’t keep living like this. You couldn’t hide forever. Motioning for him to enter, you sigh.

“Come in.”

He perks up a little, before sliding into the house. He’s not really sure what to do with himself, so he just kind of stands there awkwardly.

“Uh.. here,” you say, motioning to the couch. He follows, and the two of you sit down.

“So. Why are you here then?” You ask, your voice a quiet mix between anger and sadness. You can’t gather the courage to look him in the eye, instead staring down at your feet.

“I came to apologize.”

“Hmm. You did?”

You can feel the tears beginning to well. In your throat, in your eyes. You had never had real tears, not until all of this had happened.

“Yes Barbie, I did. Oh god, where do I even start. Barbie, you deserve so much better than what we did to you. I’m sorry we took your dreamhouse. I’m sorry we made you wait on us. I’m sorry we treated you - that we made you feel - like you were insignificant. You are so much more than that.”

You can’t take it. A sob rips from your throat, the tears spilling over your eyes. You can’t stop. You cover your face in embarrassment.

Ken immediately rushes closer to you. “Hey, hey,” he says quietly. He’s not sure if he should hug you; he instead just ends up resting a delicate hand on your back, patting it every now and then. “Oh Barbie, please don’t cry … I’m sorry, I’m so sorry..”

You’re choking on your tears, almost hyperventilating.

“Alright, hey, it’s okay. Just take a deep breath, alright, it’ll be okay.”

When you’re finally able to calm yourself down, Ken continues.

“You have got every right to be upset. All the barbies do. But I can’t help but notice you’ve taken it harder than everyone else.”

You’re almost angry at that last sentence. He couldn’t be serious, could he? Did he seriously expect you to just get over this?

Ken seems to pick up on this, and adds, “And I’m not saying that’s a bad thing either. Like I said, you’ve got every right to be upset. I’m just worried about you!”

The anger begins to subside.

“You .. you haven’t been at the beach in days! You love the beach, Barbie.”

“I loved the beach.”

Silence.

“Barbie .. I just wanna see you happy again. We all do.”

Nothing.

“Barbie.. what can I do to fix this?”

You finally look up at him, tears in your eyes.

“Why did you do it, Ken?”

He gazes back at you, his expression even sadder then it already was. Now it’s him who can barely look you in the eye.

“Barbie,”

“Yeah?”

“First of all I want you to know that I’m not trying to excuse anything I did. But if knowing will make you feel better, I’ll tell you.”

You nod, unsure of what you’re about to hear.

“Barbie .. I just don’t feel good enough. I thought being in charge of everything would make me feel important. That it would make me feel better about myself. I was wrong though. I just ended up hurting people that didn’t deserve it. It was so, so wrong. I was wrong, Barbie. I’m so so sorry.”

“Ken ..”

He begins to cry himself. “And now I’ve hurt you, I’ve hurt you so bad you don’t even feel like you can leave your dreamhouse!”

It’s then when Ken lets out a series of comically loud sobs, face cupped by his hands.

“Oh Ken..” you say sympathetically, rushing over to the counter to grab a box of tissues. “Here..”

Ken sniffles, blowing imaginary snot into the tissue. You pat him on the back gently, just as he had done for you earlier.

“I’m sorry, Barbie. I’m totally pathetic,” he whines.

Sitting down next to him, you take his hand into yours. “You’re not pathetic, Ken. You’re showing remorse, that you truly are sorry for what you did. That’s not pathetic.”

“You think so?” he sniffs.

“I do. Ken, you never needed to change yourself to be enough for other people. You always were enough. You’re kenough, Ken!” you giggle, pointing at his sweatshirt.

“Ah, yeah..” he laughs. “You think so?”

“Yes, Ken. I liked you before patriarchy. You were always kind, and funny and caring, and I was always happy to be around you. When you changed, not only did I feel disrespected.. I was sad. I missed the way you all were before. I get it - you don’t wanna be second to the barbies. But you could’ve said that-“

“Another way,” Ken interjects.

“Yes.”

“I know, Barbie. That’s what I feel awful about. I know I sound like a broken record, but I really am sorry.”

“I’m sorry too, Ken. Everyone should feel heard in Barbieland.” you mutter quietly.

For a moment, the two of you sit there, nodding heads in silent agreement, before Ken asks,

“Barbie?”

“Hm?”

“You really liked the way I was before?”

“Yes, Ken. Like I said, you don’t need to change yourself. For anyone. You’re enough, the way you are.”

“Then I won’t ever change again,” he says, before pulling you into a hug.

“I hope not,” you smile, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Barbie?”

“Yes, Ken.”

“Will you be at the beach?”

“Yes, Ken. I’ll be at the beach.”

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Headcanons for platonic yandere Ken from the Barbie movie?

I've been looking for an excuse to do him since I watched it again. Thanks. <3

WHOO! okay so this man is a mess. He is a yandere already. Think about it.

Anyway! So, He would likely meet you either at the school, or out and about on the street. Honestly, I personally like the idea of him finding Reader picking up a Ken doll at the store to buy him, and he gets attached that way, but...

Ken is a very selfish Yandere. He RUINED Barbie's life so that he could 'get the girl'.

He does truly care for you. He probably tricks you into following him to BarbieLand {Barbie-Land? Barbie Land? Help me out here /hj} by asking about things you like, and then saying that he knows a place of imagination with those same interest [even if Barbie Land doesn't have them, he'll find them and bring it back to Barbie-Land.]

After he introduces Patriarchy to the rest of the Ken[s], he goes straight to you, who is a little disoriented because everything switched and now Barbie who you love so very much is ... bimbo-ified?

He has no qualms with using KenLand Logic against you, well, of course you can't go through the walls, they're walls {even though they are see through / aren't there, it's Doll Logic.}

None of the other dolls help you since... well, Barbie[s] out of commission, and the other Ken[s] look up to Ken so...

Your best bet would be to try and manipulate Ken [the other one, not Blond Ken] into going in a 'beach off?', it doesn't quite make sense to you, because everything's all so new and why are the barbies like this and why does he insist on something called 'patriarchy' and that he's your dad now?

You could also try to go to the human world through the way you came through, but it wouldn't make sense because you keep doing it, and you still don't end up in the human world. [Because you would Roller Skates first instead of Car.]

It's all so confusing.

I truly do believe that he would chase out all the un-brainwashed Barbies so that he could have you, especially since Barbie would try to help you, and since Barbie keeps trying to ruin Ken's life, he can just drive them out by law.

One of the few yandere's where escape is PHYSICALLY impossible, but simply because once you're in Kenland. You're stuck in Kenland.

Never the less, Ken ruined helped Barbie's life, why can't he just make your life better? After all, he's your dad now! Kenland is your home now.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hear me out.

Ken with someone who has stretch marks/scars and beauty marks here and there and Ken is just fascinated with them

Ken would oh most defiantly be fascinated by the things you’ve been conditioned to believe were unappealing.

So whenever you found Ken just stare at you, naturally you thought he was staring at your many ‘imperfections.’ Completely unaware of the lovesick look within his eyes as he looks you over with a dopey smile.

He can’t help it! I mean look at you! Your so handsome/beautiful/gorgeous/charming and so much more! Ken just wants to admire the masterpiece before him and engrave each and every aspect to memory.

Your beauty marks

Your acne/and or acne scaring

Your stretch marks/ and or scars

Ken will memorise it all because to him, they’re the most beautiful aspects of your person. According to Ken, these things that you don’t like about yourself, served their purpose in enhancing your beauty even more.

Also in Ken’s eyes, having these things made you the most unique person he’s ever met outside of BarbieLand where everyone were basically dolls.

Mini Drabble;

‘Ken…’

‘Hmmm?’

‘Am I pretty/handsome/Beautiful?’

At your question Ken was immediately on his feet and in front of you with worry laced in his cerulean eyes. ‘Of course you are! I’m looking at the most dashing/handsome/pretty/beautiful person I’ve ever meet.’ He truthfully admits, his hands holding your face as his thumbs caressed the places where your beauty marks/acne scarring were. Ken’s voice barely above a whisper as he asked, ‘What’s brought this up sweetheart? You know how I feel about you, is today one of those bad days you’ve told me about?’

You didn’t say anything but that was enough confirmation for Ken as he then said, ‘welp you know what that means.’ But before you could ask what he meant by that, Ken had already begun to pepper kisses against your cheeks whilst his hands kept your face in place, just so it’d be easier for him to love on every aspect of your face with his ‘healing kisses’ or as he calls them whenever you got like this.

Ken genuinely didn’t know why you were forced to feel bad or ashamed of your stretch marks, of your acne/ acne scaring and your beauty marks, and if he ever met the very people who made you feel like that, he’s sooo going to beach them off for making his favourite person upset about their natural body. Your a god/deity/goddess in the blondes eyes, Ken has even made songs about every facet of your body and how much he loves them, along with a long winded verse where he’d wish you loved all these things about yourself as much as he does. However Ken was blessed with an never ending amount of love to give out, so he was more then content to love on them for the both of you, and he’ll continue to love the parts you didn’t like until you learnt to love them yourself; No matter how long that may take, Ken was a patient man who just wants you to be confident in your own skin and see what he was blessed to see.

Even when you do suffer from bad days, Ken will tell you how much he loved your stretch marks or lightning strikes as he likes to call them because of how cool he found your stretch marks.

He’d call your acne/ acne scars ‘twinkle twinkle stars.’ It’s a bonus if any of your acne scars do resemble a star or something similar as he’s absently tracing over them with the pads of his fingers. (I’d like to call my acne and acne scarring stars cuz it makes me feel overall better about them)

He’d write a whole arse essay on why your beauty mark is called a beauty mark for a reason before it descends into ramblings on pretty he found it and how how it’s a distinct feature that helps him distinguish you from the rest in a positive way because of how much he loved your differences compared to others.

Again Ken just thinks your unique, one of a kind for having such things as stretch marks, acne and or acne scarring, or beauty marks.

[boxwinebaddie]

hallowhallowhallow~ my dear, sweet children of the scandy eye-man-candy korn! sorry for the trick, my treats ( ...>.>;; thiiis is why i try not to make promises about postin 'cause, before there was jersey, there was he(a)rsay aka me, the og unreliable narrator w/ great hair *flips* )

either way...it's not you; it's me. more specifically, its a fkn MRI that i have to schedule that i have been avoiding like the plague -- and all my responsibilities along with it. most regrettably of all, dearlings...

i missed the most chaotic bisexual day of the year! :( nOO! perolike call me randy marsh the way i RUINED stan's birthday AGAIN! ( also, aaa!~ can you believe ravenstan turned 22? not my eyes leaking :'} rs really is my fkn angel and my sweet son; i mean that. mi amorcitooo~

...i feel oddly motherly things for him in this chilis <333 ( also he really Hates his bday, but i promise him and jersey did something very cute for it xx ) BUT! more on that later, beloveds! because i am breaking my silence to make a Very Important Announcement:

I Put Jersey In COSPLAY. ;)))))

( ljsDsjldskds crYiiiiiN i'll fix the spelling l8r )

basically! every year for ravenstan's faux, goth heaux, celebprettyboy birthday ( aka HALLOWEEN <333 ) they throw gayven a MASSIVE star-studded, spooky-ooky pacifistic majorRAGER; its THE party!

( probably at whatever the fanciest hotel or hottest nightclub is in NYC at the moment -- or maybe i'll have it at the iconique sicktorian manwhorsion so that rs and jk can sneak off into stan's greenhouse and have a *british tolkien vc* cheeky lil snog ala the climax of rm ;) )

but every year, crimson dawn gayng does a themed group halloween costume ( last year, they went as greta gerwig barbie characters; jimmy went as alan, marj was weird barbie, keny was ken, naturally, and ofc, blonde ravenstan had to go as barbie; it was...Necessary. yw.

ALSO, very important to me that you know that kenny and ravenstan were specifically in the Legendary Hot Pink Cowboy Jumpsuits -- i just KNOW yersey was crying and throwing up; my man looked so GOOD...and bent over an Unncessary Amount Of Times; jail foreVA! )

BUT THIS YEAR!!!!! THIS YEAR!!!!! BECAUSE STAN IS A CRINGEY, BOYFAIL LOSER AND STANIME ENJOYER ( y'all are going to have to pry that hc from my Cold Dead Gay Hands! its is the Right answer! so either get with it or get steppin! Cry! Cope! LAME ASS DORK BOY RAVENSTANIME NATION, WE ARE SOOOOOOOOOO UP LOL! )

they are going as CHAINSAW MAN CHARACTERS. ( am...azing ;-; )

okay...so the lineup Might change? but as it stands atm, i am thinking jimmy is denji ( that...makes so much sense to me, i fear ), KENNY AS POWER IS THE RIGHT ANSWER SORRY, marjorine's hair was already a pink/red color, so i think makima is also just...right...yeah? but, uh...

aNYWAYS WHATS IMPORTANt???!!!! IS THAT RAVENSTAN IS AKI AND THEYRE FORCING JERSEYKYLE AT FUCKING NERF GUN POINT TO GO AS ANGEL!!!! ITS NECESSARY!!!! IT IS THAT SERIOUS.

like...oh my GOOOOOD. if you don't know what the hell i'm talking about, you might have to do some light googling BUT??? WHEN YOU DO PLEASE TELL ME YOU CAN SEE THE VISION. i love you so BAD, pierced and yatted up, edgy boy punk rock ravestaki with his hair up,

( shoutout to when teri ~hi teri~ told me that putting stan's hair up is a nina influenced event...too real; speaking of his hair? i think he is...still a little blonde, like maybe just the bottom half or MAYBE oOOH? ill do his lil eboy curtain bangs because...wow. delicious. thank you god. also i know his makeup and his guyliner was FIERCE, BITCH!

also...i am bringing the lipring chain back bc it is my FAVORITE edgy rs hot topic display acessory -- which means it's Also jersey's bc he has...what? TASTE! /for metal, taco bell cinnamon twists, **achem!** a passion for fashion...and also v pretty twinky nerdy emo boys. <3/ )

BUT UHHHHH...listen. if ANYONE ELSE ASKED, jk would tell you to kys and gut you. but...sigh. ravenstan is actually god's angel, HIS EYES ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND BLUE AND LARGE, like??? when he reliquishes the matte black golden retriever puppy dog pout, bats his very long dark eyelashes at you, juts the lil stanopener ringed lip out at you and his eyes sparkle like gothboy rapunzel from tangled...it really is SOOOO over. i would fold. jerseykyle...did fold. sorry, king.

RAVENSTAN ALSO NEVER, EVER ASKS FOR ANYTHING?! like he is SO nice and selfless and kind. he never, ever, EVER asks for anything. jk actually like actively has to try and force him to ask for things; its his lil project because God Forbid that man do one less than saintly or self-indulgent thing...fyi, its that every year he asks for a Sword...

WHICH IS SO INSANE, LIKE ABSOLUTEly NOt--did they...get him a sword...i--maybe? oh my god. i knOW HE SCREEEAMED KSLSDkj )

but back to cosplay!jersey ( god, i love my life. when i tell you this was an epic win for pathetic loser gamer boys everywhere LIKE HAHA i got my FINE ASS preppy office siren boyfriend to wear The Outfit ) which...actually isnt that different to what he usually is wearing, tbh?

( also...getting ur messy eboy bf to wear any kind of suit and get all cleaned up, is actually a net win for normie preppy office siren boys everywhere so he Also Won; like it really is just worth it to see rs roll up his sleeve w the TAttoOOS WWWWHEEEW with the hair tie in his mouth while he puts his hair up...jk like E-Excuse Me *goes Feral* )

the halo was sooo cute btw, als the cheekbone guylighter? HOOOO. so...beautiful. i also think he got a little guyliner or shadow...just so i can have ravenstan homoerotically applying his makeup pre-party ;)) BUT THE IMPORTANTE PARTE IS THAT WE GET GORG SWOOPY FARRAH FAWCET JERSEY WITH HIS HAIR STRAIGHTENED WHICH rs also like E-Excuse Me *GOES FKN FERAL* in...SAAAAANE.

it was probably so long and luxurious, it was rs' finest work literally. i know it was steamy in that bathroom. unfortunately god bless him, rs is probably a little autistic ( y...eah...yeah ) and jk kept trying to make out with him, help, bc he's very cute when he takes his medication like a responsible king to combat the severe gaydhd and laserfocuses really hard on what he's doing ( ilysm transmaquilladorble rs xxx <333

he does all his makeup, btw, bc he's shaky asf and doesn't like to inconvenience the makeup artists; they just clean it up for him...he's rlly good, btw ) does the squint and stan lipbite and tilts his head and very gently holds your face...Wowza, truly. jkyle was like u are so beautiful to Me. rs like....what do you MeAN actually ethereal 6ft tall avant garde haute couture european vogue italia supermodel boy whose hair i am straightening in this lil bathroom in my big ass ratty teeshirt with my dumb eboy hair back in this headband sitting on the the bathroom counter trying not to hit my inhaler like a vape every five seconds because this does not feel real to me??? sklhdk In Luv! )

but yeah...super best cosplay stanime boyfriends DEVOURING! i also just want them to do the serran wrap kiss and have it go viral. also x2 if you are looking for them, so sorry, ik, they pregamed a little too hard and looked a little too fine and are probably making out and ruining the extensive labors of stan's beautiful star tattooed emo boy silver ringed tan hands one of which is in jkyle's very lucious straight hair and the other one is probably hiking up his dress shirt...woops!

Amen Gaymen.

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

Kenonnie Playlist <3 Pt. 2

Dancing Queen ~ Kendall watches her dance when she thinks no one is watching. I thought it was funny and would play in his head.

Mamma Mia ~ Ronnie is hesitant to fall for him. It's not that Curt breaks her heart, but she's unsure if it will change anything. If this move will make the band fall apart of something. She also doesn't want to inevitably go through a breakup again.

Somebody to Love ~ This really just felt like a song Kendall would play while crying.

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy ~ He is gentlemanly and romantic. He pulls out all the stops to make Ronnie feel better when Curt breaks up with her. And unintentionally, he acts as a boyfriend. To be honest, I also think this just encompasses Kendall's relationship vibes.

Me and My Husband ~ In a room filled with people who might not like Ronnie, she can lean back on Kendall being in her corner.

I Don't Want to Miss a Thing ~ "I could stay awake just to hear you breathing." God, Kendall doesn't want to stay away from her. But that's a mix of his dependency and his feelings. He's got issues to work out, but maybe he just really likes Ronnie

Our Song ~ Other than the title, it made me realize they need a song—at least in the BTRTV universe. Irl, all of these are their songs, in a way. I'd like to say the Ghostwriter is an AU, so it doesn't mess with canon, but Cover Girl is their song—or more like the song that Kendall wrote.

Why Do I ~ If they break, it is going to be devastating.

Skeleton ~ Ronnie and Kendall want to give each other strength and help each other for the better. They want to hold each other up when they fall. When one is down, the other will help.

My First Kiss (Feat. Ke$ha) ~ THEIR FIRST KISS WAS AWKWARD

Miss Piece ~ Ronnie and Kendall, for some reason, are like puzzle pieces meant for each other. They found a better version of themselves with the support of the other. "Cause when I'm in a room with you that missing piece is found"

Almost (Sweet Music) ~ In Kendall's phase of comparing Ronnie to Jo, for a second, he pretends that Jo is back. He tries to pretend that she never left. But Ronnie isn't like Jo, which ruins the illusion almost immediately. He doesn't want to fall for her and get hurt again.

Talk Too Much ~ I feel this song describes Ronnie, or how Kendall views Ronnie. When she drops her guard it literally seems like she talks too much, but she's comfortable with him. Even if she says things that are weird.

Love At First Sight ~ I don't- It wasn't exactly love at first site, but she was curious about him when she saw him because he was this mysterious, brooding emo blonde.

If You Like It Or Not (recommended) ~ Once they actually start dating, Kendall is exceptionally loyal. He's like a German shepherd. It almost scares Ronnie how much time he wants to spend with her and how affectionate he is because she isn't used to it. She isn't used to someone actually liking her.

Jealous ~ Kendall song. That's it. Also a good song. (JK) But for real, Kendall doesn't like that Curt is around her; he doesn't like it when he talks to her. Even though Curt and Ronnie are going out, Kendall wants him to back off and stay away.

Cover Girl ~ Said song that in this AU of sorts, Kendall writes it for Ronnie because she isn't the most confident and he wants her to not be afraid to be herself.

Say You Like Me ~ James ends up slipping up and letting Kendall know that Ronnie likes him, and now it's his mission to get her to say it. Ronnie refuses to admit it to herself, or admit it to Kendall's face. He just needs her to say she likes him, then he can tell her he likes her.

Haven't Had Enough ~ Their first try was toxic. When they break it off and still want each other, it gets very awkward very quickly because they aren't good enough. Kendall can't admit his feelings, and Ronnie always says what's on her mind. They start as a disastrous pairing.

B Team ~ They are the people they are looking for. Ronnie is the girl Kendall is looking for, and Kendall is the guy she's looking for.

Steal Your Heart ~ Kendall tries to convince her that he's a good option and the best she has, but not in a misogynistic way. He tries to knock her guard down.

Wouldn't Change a Thing ~ Kendall and Ronnie are like opposites attract, but not because of their interests. They fight a lot, and the fighting lowkey has some tension. Kendall wants to save the day and ignore his feelings, but Ronnie gets to the root of the problem before it worsens.

Oath ~ They have each other's backs. Even if they aren't dating, Kendall is always there to help her and vice versa. Ronnie is as reliable as he is.

Stuck Like Glue ~ I can see them literally getting glued to each other.

Meddle About ~ Okay, I feel awkward about this one because my response is they are horny like teenagers are. But I feel awkward saying that. I feel like I'm gonna get canceled, but I shit you, not. That is why this is on the playlist.

Still Into You ~ This relationship will be the one that haunts them into their adult years. Right person, wrong time. But perhaps at this time they aren't ready for the work they have to put in to be with each other.

Ancient History ~ Kendall reminisces about his relationship with Ronnie. I can see him getting a call or a text from her after a while, and it brings him back to the fun they had. But he'll fall for her again, and he wants to keep it in the past.

Juliet (recommended)~ Everyone knows they want each other. A couple of people try to get them together. Namely James, Guitar Dude, Lucy, and even Jo herself. It's kind of annoying watch them pine for each other but think the other doesn't want them.

Punk Rock Princess (recommended) ~ This gives me behind-the-scenes vibes. They run around with each other behind the scenes and try to pose themselves as professionals, but ultimately, their secret gets found out.

Right Where You Want Me ~ Kendall is wrapped around Ronnie's finger. He likes her; he's attached at the hip. He is like a dog. He follows her around and always volunteers first to do stuff with her. He will take any excuse to spend time with her.

Something About the Sunshine ~ They hated each other. Kendall takes her on a trip, trying to be nice. He hopes they can be better friends and she won't give him the cold shoulder anymore. Ronnie doesn't hate him as much, but he still hasn't apologized. She only tolerates him, for now.

[connorswhisk]

Loose Leaf

fic fill for @thecrusadercomrade !! thanks so much for requesting and i'm sorry it took so long fdjl;sajkl; hope u enjoy <3

also on my ao3

She probably draws him about a million times, over and over again in her tiny sketchbook with the cheap colored pencils and the slowly dulling pocket sharpener. Fighting walkers, splattering scarlet blood all across the white page. Riding a horse, with Clem on the back of the saddle right behind him, arms circled about his waist. A lot of those pages end up stuffed between the cracks of the dumpster lid (Clem’s not tall or strong enough to lift it fully on her own) because in her opinion, they’re just not so good. She doesn’t like them, and so she figures neither would Lee.

She draws him a million times. Over and over again. But he isn’t the only one to make an appearance in her little book.

– – – 

The family is easy, probably the easiest thing there is to draw in the whole motor inn. Clementine’s had lots of practice drawing families, for school art projects and things like that, but it’s easier to draw people she knows are alive instead of the parents she doesn’t.

Kenny with his mustache and his hat, Katjaa with blonde hair that’s a little too bright because the only shade of yellow Clem has is lemon. And in between them, shorter than either but smiling bigger than both, is Duck. Clem has lots of fun dotting in the freckles all over his round, happy face; she thinks the stick-figure version of him looks very accurate.

(She considers adding a bunch of creepy-crawly spiders in the blank space beneath Duck’s feet, but ends up deciding that might be a little too mean.)

She gifts it to them, eager and proud at breakfast one morning. Kenny and Katjaa aren’t actually eating, Clem notices. Kenny eyes the granola bar his son is pigging out on with a pained expression on his face; Clementine quietly tucks her snack pack into her pocket, and though her stomach whimpers in protest, she resolves to eat it after. She can wait, just a little while longer.

Kenny looks at her like he has no idea what she’s talking about when she holds the page out in her tiny hand. “It’s like a family photo of you guys,” says Clem, slightly anxious. “Well, kind of…”

Kenny still says nothing. Clem tries not to take it personally - Lee doesn’t have to tell her so in hushed whispers just between the two of them, she knows Kenny’s been itching to leave the motel and the food situation definitely isn’t helping matters. Katjaa smiles, tired but kind, and carefully takes the drawing from her before the silence stretches out too long.

“Why, it’s lovely,” she says softly, angling it just so that Duck can see. “Look, Ducky, Clementine drew all three of us.”

Duck frowns. “Why did you make me have chicken pox? ”

“That’s not chicken pox,” Clem giggles. “Those are your freckles. ”

“Oh!” His teeth are crowded with leftover granola bits as he beams, big and wide and white. “Awesome!”

“Yes, it’s very nice.” Katjaa smiles again at her. “We’ll be sure to tack it up in the RV, right on the wall where everyone can see it. Right, Ken?”

Kenny sighs, distracted. “Yeah, yeah, that’s - that’s fine, honey.” He glances down at the paper for just a second, and his mouth twitches a little. “My mustache ain’t that big.”

“I wanna draw!” Duck exclaims, leaping to his feet. “Clem, can I borrow some paper and your pencils?”

“Ok,” Clem replies. “But you have to promise not to be too rough with them, or else they’ll break.”

“I promise!”

“You two stay in sight!” Katjaa calls after them as Duck dashes away, Clem fast in tow. It doesn’t look like it’ll rain, so maybe she’ll get out the chalk, too. Duck always likes playing with the chalk, or at least for as long as he likes playing with anything before he gets distracted again.

Once Kenny’s and Katjaa’s backs are turned once more, Clementine pulls the snack pack out of her pocket. She’s so hungry that the stale breadsticks and fake cheese are gone in mere seconds, and even then her tummy still growls, pathetic. Duck looks like he wants to ask her for a bite. She doesn’t offer any, and s he feels terrible about that but she’s pretty sure not eating would only make her feel worse.

(Years later and she still has it, even after all of them are gone.)

– – – 

Doug’s always been nice to Clementine, and she’s glad Lee saved him. Carley was kind too, and pretty, but…Lee made a choice, which is something you have to do sometimes, she knows that now. Even if the choice isn’t exactly a fair one.

(She wonders what she would have done in the same situation, forced to pick between two strangers. She never can seem to come to any sort of conclusion.)

But Doug doesn’t treat Clem like she’s a silly little girl, not in the way some of the others do. He talks to her like she’s just another adult, and Clem likes that because if she can pretend that she is just another adult, maybe things won’t seem as scary as they really are, not anymore. Doug shows Clementine how the bell system he rigged works to warn them of movement nearby, and the faded old Uno pack he sometimes breaks out has seen Clem her fair share of sneaky, smirking wins against a befuddled Lee and a frustrated Kenny.

So Doug is another person that is very easy for her to draw. That yellow shade is still a little too lemon-y, but Clem adds some brown, blends it in a bit against the page the best she can, and maybe this time it looks a little closer to his actual hair color. She makes the big green sweater extra fuzzy (fuzzier than it is in real life) and adds a teeny laser pointer in Doug’s hand, shining its red beam directly into the eyes of an oncoming walker and blinding it.

Doug smiles when she gives it to him. “Wow,” he says. “I look badass.”

“Swear,” admonishes Clem.

Doug raises his eyebrows. “Does ass really count as a curse word?” The grin doesn’t leave his face. “This is super awesome, Clementine. Thank you.”

She nods. “I just thought…I just thought you might wanna keep it.”

Carefully, Doug folds the drawing in half, then into quarters, and finally into neat, creased eighths. “Knew I still carried this around for a reason,” he says, drawing his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and sliding the page inside it. “See, there you are. Now I’ll have it wherever I go.”

Clementine beams. “I like that,” she tells him, rocking back and forth happily on her heels.

(It’s still in his wallet, as far as she knows, the night that he dies. They leave his body on the side of the road, and they leave the drawing with him.)

– – – 

Larry doesn’t like Lee, and he doesn’t like Kenny, or Duck, or…much of anyone, really. But he usually isn’t as cranky to Clem as he is with the others, and though she doesn’t know why, it’s enough to inspire her to give him a drawing. 

He folds it, just like Doug did, tucking it into the breast pocket of his sweat-stained bowler shirt. “Reminds me of the ones my daughter used to make in school.” His voice isn’t hard, but it is still very gruff.

Above them, Lilly scoffs, adjusting her position on top of the camper van. “You never held on to those,” she accuses. “Why start now?”

“Times change,” says Larry offhandedly. “People change, ain’t you know that, girl?”

“Well,” Clem says, slow and unsure. “Well, I hope that you like it…”

“He loves it.” Lilly’s teeth are gritted hard enough to crack. “Don’t you worry about that, Clementine.”

Clem scurries away before their voices get too loud for her again. She doesn’t draw Larry anymore after that - it doesn’t feel right to.

(She sneaks it out of his pocket when Lee isn’t looking, after…after Kenny drops the salt lick. The paper is weathered and torn between her fingers and she pushes it to Lilly with shaking hands before she can think any more about it.

Lilly glares at her hard like she’s just sprouted some freakish second head, and Clementine lets go of the paper quick as a flash, sobs and runs back over to Lee.)

– – – 

It feels more than a little obvious to draw Ben. He’s all alone, and scared, and no one at the inn fully trusts him yet. Lee warns Clem to stay frosty around him, just in case. But all Clementine sees is a boy, and even though he’s a lot bigger than Duck or her, he’s still very, very afraid.

She doesn’t really know how she should do it. Drawing him with his friends who died seems cruel, and she doesn’t know enough about Ben to know what he likes to do, or what he used to like to do.

So she draws him in a big field, sitting under an apple tree, a shiny red delicious in his hand. Clem’s parents once would take her to a field just like that, on the way to Grandpa’s house through all the Georgia farmland. Everybody’s different, but she figures that Ben might find that sort of memory pretty and peaceful, too.

“You’re…Clementine, right?” he asks her unsurely as she approaches him at his spot up against the motel’s grubby brick walls. The grave Lee and Kenny dug for his coach is still fresh and loamy with loose, dark earth.

She nods. “I made this for you,” she says, thrusting the paper forward and into Ben’s hands. “It’s ok if you don’t like it, I won’t get mad.”

He sort of blinks at the drawing, like he isn’t super sure what it is he’s looking at. “Is this…me?”

Clem frowns. She thought that that was obvious. “Uh-huh.”

“Oh.” Ben looks up at her, then back down at the page, then at her again. “Um…thanks. It’s really - good. It’s really good.”

“I said I wouldn’t get mad.” She sticks her hand back out, expectantly. “Give it back if you don’t want it.”

“I - I want it!” Ben’s voice cracks. “I do want it, it’s really good. Thank you, Clementine.”

She nods again. “If you ever wanna draw with me and Duck, I still have a lot of paper left.”

“I don’t know…” Ben chews his lip, like he thinks he’d look stupid for hanging around the little kids. “I’ve never been that great at art.”

“Duck’s awful,” reports Clementine happily. “No one will care!”

Ben’s lips wiggle a little like he wants to smile. “Really?”

“Really,” she says.

And no one does.

(Clem doesn’t know what happened to Ben’s drawing in the end. Maybe she doesn’t want to.)

– – – 

“I like to draw everyone.” She adds a finishing touch to her figure’s glasses, before presenting the end product with a slight flourish. “See, that’s you!”

“Hey, it is.” Mark grins. He hasn’t been here long, but he’s funny, and any new face is an excuse to use something new to sketch. “Were you in art class at school or something?”

“Yeah,” Clem chirps, flipping to the next available page in her book for a blank slate. “It was a lot of fun. I liked to paint a lot, but I don’t have any paint right now. So I use my pencils and sometimes the sidewalk chalk.”

Mark’s dirty fingernails tap-tap-tap on top of the wooden picnic table. “I used to take art classes too,” he says, and his voice sounds kinda sad. “Before I joined the Air Force…”

“They didn’t let you draw in the planes?” asks Clem, choosing from her pencils a bright red, her most sickly green. “I rode a plane once. It was long. I drew everything I saw outside the window to pass the time.”

Mark shakes his head, laughing a little. “If I wasn’t flying the plane, I was busy doin’ somethin’ else with it. Didn’t really have a whole lotta time for hobbies.”

“That’s lame.” Clem looks up at him. “You should draw more now. Since you have the time.”

“I - I guess that’s true, isn’t it?” Mark shrugs, and glances back down at the tabletop. “Whoa. Whatcha makin’ now?”

Clementine doesn’t stop what she’s doing. She presses down harder with her muddy brown, dirt and death and decay.

“A walker,” she answers, and when she’s done with it Mark is gone and his picture is left behind, fluttering in the breeze.

Clem stuffs it back into the binding of her sketchbook. Even if he doesn’t want it, she’ll keep it around. She likes the way she shaded in the darkness of his leather jacket, the little shines on the lenses of his glasses.

(Mark pretty much avoids her completely after that. Clementine wonders if he’s drawing on his own, the things he always wanted to. She decides that maybe she doesn’t quite care, and she feels horrible after the farm.)

– – – 

Her mom and dad. Sandra. Carley, Glenn, Shawn and Hershel, her friends at school, her Grandpa, her little cousins, her teachers, Mrs. Earnshaw from across the road, Sailor Moon and She-Ra and Bugs Bunny and other cartoon heroes to help come and save the day.

These are the things she draws in between, and she has no one to share them with.

– – – 

She actually never gives Lilly one, though she draws her many, many times. She’s a little too scared, a little too chicken-shit (as Duck likes to say) to actually go through with it. Lilly hadn’t been happy when Clem had given a drawing to Larry and so it doesn’t seem likely she’d want one of her own. 

But she’s scary, and sharp, and Clementine draws her a lot. Filling in and out of the margins of her notebook, angry and shouting and mean. A few times, she leaves her book face-open on top of the picnic tables, in the hopes that Lilly might wander by, take a curious peek and see herself reflected back in all the pages.

She never does wander by, so eventually, Clem stops trying it, and that’s all there is to that.

(Years later, Clementine stares a woman she once thought she knew hard in the eyes and imagines taking a match to those drawings, each and every one at a slow and burning time.)

– – – 

He isn’t the only one to make an appearance in her little book. But in the end, the one she draws the most is still and always Lee.

[wanzerous]

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲.

loss. you always lose something. people have a habit of losing things . . . their phones, their keys, their wallets. some, their sense of humanity, or a loved one. things began to spiral the moment you lost your father due to gang violence. since then, you were not big of gangs. to you, they were all horrible. however . . . there a specific gang that made you question your feelings. the tokyo manji gang worked their way into your life and you weren't sure if this was a blessing or a curse . . . would you lose them, or would they inevitably lose you? reminder squad: @justmare , @denki1kirishima

𐙚⋆.˚ CHAPTER THREE.

trigger warning: abuse.

what is the purpose of being in a relationship? 

yesterday was troublesome, wasn't it? the events seemed to flood in your mind even when you didn't want to. you walked home that afternoon alone. it didn't bother you, you did it often. but it ... was a bit weird knowing that your horrible boyfriend wasn't aware of it. he would text you and see if you made it home, but that was on odd days. so ... it felt a bit good. refreshing. you sat in class, attention focused outside as the teacher spoke. you couldn't help but think about the two from before.

mikey.

and ken-chin. 

you still didn't know draken's name; you only heard mikey refer to him as kenchin. they were both amazing. it was people like them that made you wonder why you stuck around kiyomasa in the first place. he was nothing more but a bully. the bell rang, and you gathered your belongings as quickly as you could. holding the books to your chest, you pushed your chair in and headed for the classroom door. only to be stopped by a blond; beaten, and yet patched up. 

" ah , good afternoon, l/n ... " takemichi spoke. his smile was soft, and he waved to you. you stared at him, the corners of your lips turning into a frown. you still felt sensitive seeing him like this. if only you acted a bit sooner. 

" f/n , " you corrected him with a light smile, " you can call me by my first name. " he stood a bit awkwardly but then nodded. it's not like you two were complete strangers; he was your best friend's boyfriend, after all. you knew a lot about him from her, so it did feel like you two were friends. 

" right,  " takemichi nodded passionately, " f'/n".

the two of you walked down the hall, he wanted to speak with you, and you didn't mind it. but you knew what he was going to say. " thanks. for ... yesterday. " he sighed almost in defeat, " i ... appreciate it. really. " but he also didn't. he wanted to prove a point, and yet he failed himself. you hadn't known. " please don't apologize. " you sighed, " i didn't do much of anything to help. if i jumped in sooner, i could have saved you from a few hits. besides, it was the right thing to do. hina would have done the same thing. "

hina would have done the same thing.

you noticed him bite his lower lip, and his fists tightened slightly. " she's my friend. i would be a horrible friend if i watched her boyfriend get beat up, you know. " you commented with a smile, " on behalf of her, take better care of yourself! " you tried your best to mimic her voice. he couldn't help but snort, even if it was for a moment, and you joined in with him. " seriously though. she cares a lot about you. so please try to take care of yourself a little better. " your words must have reached him because his cheeks reddened for a moment and he nodded. 

" yeah. and i care about her too. " 

that was obvious. he did. she did. they cared for each other. you wouldn't know. the relationship you had with your boyfriend wasn't nearly as beautiful as theirs. he didn't look out for you, didn't walk with you to class, or hold your books. he didn't offer you any of his lunch, or offer to take you out after school. he didn't buy you flowers or kiss your head. he didn't ... make you smile. so ... does this mean that you were a bit jealous of these two?

no.

you didn't care for kiyomasa. it was fake love; he was strong, and strong men needed a beautiful spouse beside them. you happened to be the perfect fit. you floated down the hall like an angel. you were average height, with the perfect build. you had a lovely voice, and you were smart. you were admired by a few, and he wanted that power over you. you were a threat. because you weren't physically strong, you dominated him in other ways. so he felt intimidated. he wanted to leash you and hide you from the light. you were a flower, and he wanted to remove all signs of light and take the water you needed. he wanted you to eventually beg. crave for him, and depend on him. but that wasn't something that was on your agenda.

" oh. uh , this is my class. " takemichi pointed over, " i can walk you to yours, if you'd like .. " he smiled, and you were ready to decline the sweet offer. " i've got her. " a voice spoke, and you looked over, a slight squint of your eyes. a friend of kiyomasa, you've been around him a few times. but how did he manage to enter the school? there was a silence for a moment before you spoke up, " i'll meet up with you later, okay? " you smiled at takemichi who nodded, " yeah, uh , sure. " you began to follow the male, and takemichi went inside. 

the bell rang, signaling that classes were starting. and you knew you wouldn't be in class. " he's pissed. " he spoke, and for a moment you felt your blood run cold. that's right. you were defiant yesterday, and you didn't have his back. you scoffed, " for what, exactly? " you were annoyed with this, and yet your fingertips trembled slightly. " oh, 'ya know. getting in the middle of the fight. getting him beat up, and shit ... he ain't pleased with 'ya. says he'll kill your ass. " you found yourself stopping near the stairwell of the school. the typical spot for delinquents.

and there he sat, man spread, with a cigarette between his lips. why didn't any teachers stop them from entering? they didn't attend here... so why would they go through the trouble just to bother you? 

" what kiyomasa? " you spoke first, watching as he took a puff of the cigarette. his gaze hardened, " what? " he repeated, shocked at your horrible response. " don't fuckin' what me .. " he corrected you, fingers sliding around the stick to hold. then released a grey smoke cloud. 

you really, really hated the smell of it. 

and then he stood, after placing the cigarette between his lips again. your knees locked in place, and your heart began to thump in your chest. you could hear your heart in your ears as the gap closed between the two of you until he towered over you. he blocked the light, and you could hear a few snickers behind him. he was seriously a monster. 

despite his fucked up face, you knew he was angry. and you knew you were about to get in a lot of trouble. and yet you couldn't move. couldn't speak. could barely breathe. and he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you aggressively. 

" your ass got me kicked, you know that? " he yanked at your arm, and your books scattered on the floor. you quickly grabbed at his forearm and tried to pry yourself from his hold, " i'm gonna kill you. "  you were no match for this man. you struggled, face contorted in fear and yet there was a minor glimpse of hope.

strength. 

and you managed to draw your hand back and slap him in the face. there was a silence, and you knew the boys behind him were shocked. the cigarette fell onto the floor, leaving a few ashes as your hands still trembled. and yet ... you knew you had to fight.

" get off of me! you have no right to grab me like this! " you were shocked at how clear your words was, and shocked that your body quickly acted. you stepped forward, and pressed your hand onto his chest to give a harsh push, " don't make me - "

" MAKE YOU DO WHAT? " his voice was sudden.

it boomed, and it was menacing. this was the voice he used yesterday with takemichi. right now, you weren't his girlfriend. but more so his enemy. with his hand still around your arm, he flung you to the ground, and your body met it instantly. you couldn't brace yourself, and you found yourself hitting your head on impact.

the lights blurred, and voices became a bit muffled. you didn't pass out, but you weren't aware of much at that moment. and yet you saw kiyomasa grab the cigarette from the floor and reapply it to his lips. and then you were grabbed and hoisted up by his crew. kiyomasa sat in his original spot, cheek red (despite it being bruised) from your hit. 

and yet they pulled you along, and you struggled against them until you were forced on your knees in front of him, and your arms pinned behind your back. between his legs, and he merely stared at you in disgust. " look at me. " he murmured, using his hand to grab at the top of her head. his fingers dug into the roots of your hair, and he forced you to look at him.

" THIS IS THE SHIT THAT YOU DID. THIS IS YOUR FAULT."

" I'M THIS WAY BECAUSE OF YOUR WORTHLESS ASS. "

believe it or not, but he degraded you often. called you dumb, and weak. this kind of stuff wasn't new.

 " I BET YOU WERE THE REASON THAT YOUR DAD GOT KILLED, HUH? "

but that ... that threw you off. the death of your father was a sensitive topic, and he knew that. and before you could open your mouth to speak against him, he smashed the side of your head into his knee. 

" i ain't ask for you to talk , " he replied, " you used all your words yesterday. talkin' against me "

and he did the same thing but the blow landed on your mouth. your lip busts easily, and you let out a soft cry. it was a wonder you still had your teeth. " you do that shit again , " he spoke up again, benching the cigarette against his lips, " and i'll really, really kill 'ya. " and he pressed the bud against the open skin of your neck. you screamed, trying to pull away from him as he smudged the bud until the fire was out.

the fire died slowly, and you wondered what the symbolism for it was.

◤ ──┅┅┄┄*ೃ:.✧✲ﾟ*｡⋆─── ⋆✩⋆

you weren't on his good side. you weren't clear of your death threat, and you knew it. you were thankful that the damage wasn't as bad as last night. you pulled yourself off the floor, where they left you seconds before they exited the school. your head throbbed, and yet you pulled yourself onto your feet. your body ached, but you couldn't complain. those boys had it way worse. there were a few bruises on your arms and torso, and then your cheek from where he kneed you. your lip was busted and you took a deep breath. 

your body was on fire. 

your hand rubbed at the wound he inflicted only for you to wince and pull away. you pulled yourself together and exited, heading down the hall which slowly began to fill. to you, it didn't bother you. you just needed to get to the bathroom -

and yet you found yourself stumbling into the back of someone else. someone who was pretty tall. " i'm so sorry.  " you spoke quickly, eyes trailing up the black cardign to come across a braid. ken-chin. he turned to look at exactly who bumped into him. and if you hadn't looked so helpless, you were sure he would have torn you apart. 

but you were crying and didn't even notice you were. you were trembling like crazy, and you looked helpless. 

the moment draken turned, you noticed takemichi, and mikey. hinata was there too, and you were curious about what was happening. but you couldn't form the words, " oi , you doin' alright? " draken asked, brows upturned as eyes were then focused on you. " y/n , " hina worriedly called out, " what happened? " she was worried for you, and the look on takemichi's face showed that he knew exactly what was wrong. 

if you were normal, you'd beg takemichi to keep his mouth shut. but the lights were so bright, and the ringing in your ears wouldn't silence. your legs felt wobbly, and you felt like you were on the brink of passing out. " i'm , " your voice shook, " i'm alr - "

" HE HURT YOU, DIDN'T HE? "

takemichi admitted, and your eyes hazily adverted his way. in the process of your sight finding him, your eyes met mikey's, and he eyed you down easily. you didn't speak. couldn't say anything. and the answer was obvious. 

" ken-chin. " mikey spoke, giving a glance to draken who caught on easily. draken merely nodded, and mikey approached you. his hands were pulled from his pocket and they took your hands into his. they were warm and oddly gentle. " we're taking you to the hospital. " he smiled lightly and pulled you along behind him. " don't worry, we've got her." he waved takemichi and hinata off, and draken followed.

you wanted to protest. you didn't need to go. you were totally fine, and yet the moment you stepped outside, your legs gave on themself, and you completely blacked out.

to benefit one another. in most cases, the benefit applies more to one person than the other. 

. 　　            ⊹ ✦ 　 ✵ 　　　　　* 2224 words.

sunshine, rainshine, and moonshine. prologue [here] chapter one [here] chapter two [here]

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for my dear friend @the-makingsofgreatness I hope you like it, and happy birthday, lovely!!

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x male!reader imagine.

Thank you @footprintsinthesxnd for proofreading!

Warnings: none

Your favorite gym was right near a Navy base, and that was one reason why it was your favorite.

You loved training and boxing especially, and being able to see all the attractive men sweating and shirtless around you only made the time sweeter for you.

You also liked that the clientele changed with deployments, and the sailors only seemed to get more attractive every time.

One of those sailors was the tall, blond almost Ken-doll-looking man on the weights, you had unintentionally timed your gym visits with his most of the time.

He was charming with a smile on his face whenever he wasn’t frowning in concentration, the sweat dripping down his forehead and from the ends of his hair, making you take in a breath whenever you looked too closely.

You focused on your work instead, even if you treated yourself to the eye candy every once in a while as a reward.

It was only a coincidence that your gym crush started to do more and more of the same routine you did.

It started off subtly with him going to town on the speed ball at the end of his usual gym routine but with time he started to mirror your workout more and more, following you in lifting dumbbells and doing bench presses until you worked out simultaneously every day.

You hadn’t talked a single word, but you had caught him looking at you just as often as he had caught you, and you blushed every time, even if it gave you a rush of energy to go on further.

The occasional glances turned to a lingering stare every once in a while and you found yourself locked in a stare as you sat at the leg press, the muscles in your legs pumping rhythmically, simultaneously to his.

Your stranger was in a similar situation in the leg press opposite yours, timing his lifts to your own, his eyes locked on you as well.

Had you not found him attractive it would have been weird but you were only intrigued by him, so your workout turned into a leg press contest.

It didn’t take long until the two of you were sweating and breathing heavily, your faces growing red and your legs weaker, but neither really wanted to give up.

It took a few more moments of heavy grunts and heat flowing through you until your sailor finally gave up, a wide grin on his face as he watched you do one more leg press before you too rested your feet back on the ground.

You were both exhausted but the blond man started laughing wholeheartedly, taking a big swig of his drink before he moved towards you, stretching out his hand to you.

“I’m Jake. Wanna get into the ring sometime?” He asked, his multi million dollar grin not once leaving his face.

You didn’t even take a second to return it and the handshake, settling your hand firmly in his and enjoying the feeling of his strong grip on yours.

You introduced yourself and Jake continued to talk to you, drawing the handshake out until he had to let go.

You were pretty much stunned by so much attention in contrast to how little he had talked to you before, but the heat in your cheeks and your frantic heart rate told you all you needed to know.

Jake was kind and funny and a naval aviator, by the way his eyes twinkled when he said goodbye you knew you would see him again.

The next time you did see each other Jake kept his promise and dragged you into the ring, a daring and entirely flirty smile on his face as he pulled on his boxing gloves.

The fight was good because Jake was surprisingly agile, that thought made your heart race more than the workout did.

You were both laughing, happily exhausted and sweating like crazy when you turned back to the dressing rooms to get back into streetwear.

The glances back and forth were exciting and your heart rate didn’t go down in contrast to usual when your workout was over, it was entirely the fault of the extraordinarily attractive pilot changing in the same room as you.

Jake and you were ready together and you stepped out of the gym with him for the first time, the natural light hitting his blond hair and making it look angelic as it shone in the light.

He pulled his bag over his shoulder, his muscles straining against the TOPGUN-shirt he had thrown on after drying himself off.

“You know, we should do that again sometime,” he nodded at you and you agreed immediately.

He took a second before he leaned closer to you, your breath stopping as his face got closer, but he only grinned at you as he stepped back again.

His eyes stayed on yours but he lifted his free hand to show your phone he had sneaked out of your back pocket.

The heat in your cheeks was immediate but Jake only chuckled, putting his number into your contacts and handing your phone back to you.

“And you know, should you ever feel bored or lonely I’m also just a phone call away,” he winked at you before he left you standing there, heart and mind racing as you watched him vanish in the distance.

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[sunlightbender]

A Somewhat Scathing Barbie Review (from a Barbie lover)

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE BARBIE MOVIE

Okay, okay, PLEASE don’t skin me alive for saying this, but I thought the Barbie movie was mid at best. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t terrible, but I’ve been seeing people all over the internet praise it as the greatest cinematic masterpiece of our generation and it’s just... not.

As a positive opening, here’s what I liked:

Set design

Costuming

Acting

(Controversially) The narrator

The music

It’s obviously a gorgeous movie. It’s got so many references to actual Barbie sets and outfits, and as a Barbie fan it’s so much fun to see real people in replicas of Barbie clothes. It’s also super funny, and the music is really enjoyable. With so many positives, it might seem odd that this is titled as a scathing review, but for me, the most important factor in any movie is the story, and well... Barbie’s kind of sucks.

Look, I don’t want to ruin anyone’s perspective on a movie they enjoyed so I’d suggest stopping here if you really liked it. 

The storyline was so heavily lacking. My first biggest qualm: this movie isn’t feminist, it’s sexist, dressed up in feminist frills. Disclaimer: I’m a feminist, hardcore, my family teases me about it all the time. From the very opening of the movie, where they mention that the Barbies see themselves as having made a feminist impact in the world, implying that Barbie as a brand HASN’T done that... eugh. Sasha’s opinion on Barbie is very heavily hinted to be the ‘correct’ one, where Barbie hasn’t positively impacted real women. Gloria’s suggestion at the end, to make an ‘ordinary’ Barbie backs this up - the energy of “We need a realistic Barbie, not the silly, pretty, blonde bimbos of the past”, if you will. 

Let me state this: Barbie is, and has always been, a feminist. Barbie has represented strong women for ages. Barbie, in her pink and glittery glory, has had hundreds of careers, dozens of friends, is loved by all, lives life on her own terms, and has Ken as an accessory. She’s gorgeous and fun and smart and powerful and capable. She has ALWAYS been feminist, and any girl who grew up with Barbies will tell you that playing with them has only helped them imagine “what if I could be-”, in the best possible way. As a woman in STEM, I remember playing with Barbies as a kid, and knowing that I could really do anything, because Barbie could too. 

To build onto this, Gloria’s suggestion that an ‘ordinary’ Barbie be made is ridiculous - I’ve always viewed most Barbies as ‘normal’ people! Are they incredible? Of course! But they’re normal people - that’s the whole POINT of Barbie - she can be anything, she can do anything, she’s incredible because women as a whole can be anything, do anything, and are incredible. To have an ‘ordinary’ Barbie that women can relate to is to imply that ordinary women aren’t capable of being vets, engineers, lawyers, environmentalists, businesswomen, etc. It’s almost as if the movie struggles to differentiate Barbie, the brand, from Barbie, the character. Can any one person have 200+ jobs? No, of course not, but Barbie, the character, has NOT done all of those - it’s just all different fields that Barbie could be capable of - because Barbie, the brand, represents everything that women as a whole can accomplish.

Next, the Kens. Oh god, the Kens. I LOVED the start of the movie. Himbo, accessory Ken is incredible. I love him. I finally understood why straight women loved Ryan Gosling. Then he became a misogynist. Ken’s whole arc is so rushed and muddled. Ken was miserable and bitter even before things started going wrong. In the perfect Barbieland, why should Ken be bitter? It doesn’t make logical sense - before Barbieland was falling apart, you’d think the Kens would be okay with their position in the world. And if not, then is the implication that Barbieland was never perfect? That didn’t come across to me. Let’s be frank, in a perfect Barbieland, there’d either be perfect equality where nobody was upset, or everyone would be 100% okay with the inequality in the world. 

He was so obscenely sexist that the funny movie became genuinely uncomfortable to watch, and for the conclusion to be for Barbie to APOLOGIZE to him despite him stealing her house and brainwashing the country...????? And then the main issue was never even resolved - the hardcore matriarchy continues to exist - just everyone saying “I am Ken” is not going to prevent another Ken uprising, and if Barbieland is perfect, I reiterate once more, KENS DESERVE TO BE TREATED FAIRLY TOO. Also, it seems a little anti-feminist to make the Barbie movie essentially a Ken movie with Barbie crying in the back. The plot was SO Ken-heavy that it didn’t feel like a Barbie movie at all. A really feminist movie would’ve made Ken a background, barely-important character, but he runs the show.

I won’t go on and on, but it’s really uncomfortable. Including the forced almost-kiss. 

Lastly, my big qualm is that Barbie becomes a human. Come on, is humanity not over ourselves already? Why do we make everyone in movies obsessed with us? It’s not enough that aliens should want to live on earth, or that princesses should dream to be common, or that robots wish they were human, Barbie herself has to long to dress in beige and be called Barbara. It was implied that the feminist out here is that Barbie has to escape Barbieland, to become her own person, but Barbie, the idea, has already been feminist! It was important for her to be Barbie, the idea, and there’s no sense to why she should want to be human. Why can’t she stay a perfect stereotypical Barbie, another cog in the perfect, plastic Barbieland machine? What’s wrong with that?

Then, all the dropped plotlines:

Gloria and Sasha’s relationship

The CEO

Ken’s still miserable

Barbie’s impact on the women of the world

Brainwashing apparently is fixed by one cheesy speech?

I think it’s a huge case of target audience. I only realized today, three days after the early screening day when I watched it, that it was not made for Barbie fans like me, who watched every piece of Barbie media, who’ve loved the brand for years. It’s made for people who played with the dolls in the 90s, relegated it as “for kids” and were waiting for a socially acceptable excuse to watch a pink movie again.

Was it a terrible movie? No, I suppose not, but frankly, the movie was muddled, corny, bland, and everything that the movie tried to do has been done better by Barbie’s animated movies and show. If you haven’t watched them, I’d suggest starting with Big City, Big Dreams. It’s a short, easy watch about being competitive without being toxic. The Dreamhouse Adventures series also has a lot of great messages. And then, my personal favorite, the Princess and the Pauper, has an awesome message about women supporting women. Now the men in THAT movie really ARE side characters.

One final comment: Barbie doesn’t give kids eating disorders. Adults telling kids they should look like Barbie gives kids eating disorders. And if you’re blaming Barbie for that, well, please also look at Disney, which pretty exclusively has their fat characters be villains, or toxic teen movies from the early 2000s which called people at size 2s fat. Take it from a woman who’s had multiple eating disorders.

What a rant, huh? And that’s WITHOUT getting into the lack of queer rep in a movie that marketed itself as being very camp - Hari Nef aside (she was wonderful!). If you enjoyed the movie, please don’t let me ruin it. It was definitely a lot of fun, but for me, the story really broke the movie. I’ll give it a 6/10 for enjoyability, and a 4/10 for objective quality.

[scarlet-spider-bf]

This is a stating the obvious post but I haven't seen anyone explicitly point it out so why not?

Ben Reilly - a cloned man who was almost broken by the notion of him being less than human, defective, maybe soulless, a cheap copy of a better original - crooked. As Scaret Spider he's been on a journey to define himself and set himself apart from Peter Parker/Spider-Man. So it's only logical for him to have a costume that reflects this. And he wears the Spider, wears it different and proudly but crooked. Fate tried to bend his back and submit to settle for less than what he deserves - the Jackal created him as a slave but he fought for his freedom and eventually suceeded (temporarily...)

Then later on he embraced the revelation that he was actually the original (which turned out not to be true sigh poor boy). What matter is that he got to experience a time in which he didn't feel the need (as much) to prove he deserves the bare minimum like you know - to exist. He was allowed to be proud and unapologetic. An enthusiatic and unrivaled Spider-Man. And more than that he absolutely loved it, it wasn't a burden to him like to Peter, no, it was a privilege. His tragic conception at least gave him the solace to frame his responsibility as a grace - a purpose. Being Spider-Man validated him. And he found balance, an anchor, an inner symmetry. Spider front and center, one of the most balanced and goated suits ever if I dare say so.

Let's not forget he also got the blonde dyed hair makeover and artists began to draw him with a boyish prettyness that was a pretty stark contrast to his former stubbled beard and 90s mullet look that more looks like Kaine does nowadays.

like damn son look at this figure especially, no way to get more pretty boiTM he's literally blonde Ken

He dies as Spider-Man to save Peter, which is of course very noble, the ultimate sacrifice (not even talking about the insane number of personal sacrifices he enthusiastically shoulders to protect Peter and Mary Jane and everyone else).

But he is brought back. And the new Ben is tortured by his creator Jackal to clinical insanity over and over a bunch of stuff happens and we arrive in the Beyond Era in which Ben (new clone body, same consciousness as the old one - presumably but arguably not really and very very broken inside, much more so than he ever was originally) gets to be Spider-Man once more. And sure enough Beyond fucked with his memories and made him forget lots of the awful stuff he went through. But nearly not all and they also begin deleting some things he'd rather have kept... he is uprooted, decentered, crooked yet again.

The Spider clings to his heart side (how poetic), the last shield of comfort between Beyond and his fragile soul since at least it tells him what he should be, what he should live up to. But he is not the same. He doesn't even know how much he isn't. And maybe he won't ever be again. (sob)

And then we are in the current era. Let's hope the Chasm that was left behind when he lost his formative memories of decency and responsibility will be able to be mended abd turn out to be a chrysalis of sorts. (I actually love the development overall for dramatic reasons but that's another post)

(also my god his mask looks like corpse paint of smudged kajal if you will and I love that for him... love his Maleficient palette twisted wonderland looking ass. Is it me or does this design look Disney in a way? Don't even mean it in a negative way. Making him a sorcerer is so rad actually but alas I'm starting to write that other post let's keep it for later-)

[mrs-hatake]

pink (looks good on us)

pairing: nanami kento x self indulgent original female character.

genre: fluff.

a/n: helloooooo! i’m on vacation and saw the barbie movie! i went around town and there’s a salsa night and a day by the beach when i was inspired to write this 🥰 i have fake nails on so please ignore any typos 😅 i’m also posting this from my phone

nanami’s jumper

hanabi’s dress

“come ooooonnn, keeen!! Pleeeaasseee?” A voice whines into a blond man’s ear.

The man heaves a silent breath through his nose but doesn’t look away from his laptop, “I already agreed to seeing the movie with you, Hanabi. I don’t have to cosplay.”

Hanabi huffs in irritation as she rolls her eyes at her boyfriend. “We’re not cosplaying.” She stresses, “We’re dressing up!”

When Kento is still typing away at his laptop for his work, despite it being a sunny Saturday morning with a lovely light breeze that has their pastel pink and purple wind chime tinkling, Hanabi has a heavy pout on her face and determination burning in her dark brown eyes.

She stands up straight, resolved, as she walks behind Kento’s chair and drapes her arms across his neck.

“Kento.” She purrs his name sweetly like the honey tarts Kento favors whenever they go to a new bakery in town.

“Please.” She places a wet kiss on his smooth neck and she chuckles, breathy, when she feels him shiver.

Kento sighs, dejected, defeated.

“Fine but I chose what we’ll wear.”

And the squeal of excitement and Hanabi tilting his head backwards to kiss him until they’re both breathless is worth the humiliation Nanami Kento has been dreading ever since his girlfriend brought up the idea a month ago.

Nanami Kento decides to dress as House Husband Ken with a pink cotton jumper and a white button up shirt underneath. He finishes the look with a creamy colored pants.

While Hanabi decides to dress as Stereotypical Barbie in a pink dress similar in shade to Kento’s jumper. She decorates her exposed collarbone with a sparkling diamond necklace that makes it look as if the stars have abandoned the sky and chose to spend all eternity with its beautiful new owner.

“I’m sooo glad we’re doing this!” Hanabi presses against her boyfriend’s arm, “How can we go see Barbie and not have you dress as Ken? You literally have the same name and hair!!”

Kento really, really, wants to groan, a means to show his misery, but his heart can’t handle seeing those pretty eyes moisten with unshed tears and he doesn’t want to deal with a gloomy Hanabi either.

He loathed his high school days when he had transferred to a prestigious public school after moving to Japan.

A classmate with shocking white hair had relentlessly teased him for his name and insisted on calling him Ken, like Barbie’s trophy boyfriend.

Hanabi doesn’t need to know that, not yet anyways.

Kento just hums and allows himself to get dragged across the movie theater to take pictures in the many Barbie themed booths and cutout boards.

But as Hanabi kisses his cheeks, smiles as blindingly as the sun at him and whispers just how much she loves him before and after the movie, Nanami Kento finds himself filled with warmth and can feel a small smile crawling across his thin lips.

The couple decide to walk around town after the movie, an activity they rarely engage in due to their heavy work life with Hanabi as a high school Japanese teacher and Kento as a salaryman.

That’s why, the spend every second savoring the moment and capturing their date to be frozen in time in their phones.

They have a late lunch, they shop and they have dessert and coffee.

After they drop their things in the car, the two walk to the town square, hand in hand.

“Is it just me or am I…hearing late music?”

Hanabi’s face scrunches cutely that has Kento’s heart melting and he can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss the top of head.

“I hear it too.” He confirms as he slides his hand from Hanabi’s and instead wraps his arm around her waist. “Want to check it out?”

The way her eyes turn into two big yellow stars is confirmation enough for Kento. His laugh is swallowed by the summer breeze as Hanabi tugs his arm and leads him to the source of music.

Apparently, the town square has transported into popular summer destinations.

Fairy lights decorate lamp posts and food trucks and the modest dance stage in the center. There are game booths scattered about and some rides that are typically found in local amusement parks.

The Latin music comes from a live band playing on stage as the crowd dance for salsa night as last night was Bollywood night.

Hanabi’s head turns to Kento and she needn’t ask as her boyfriend is already leading her to the dance floor.

“Can you even dance salsa?” She asks with amusement.

“No.” Kento replies, silencing the voice in his head that’s screaming, You look stupid!

For once in his life, he wants to just live.

Maybe the Barbie movie influenced him without his knowledge.

“But there’s a first time for everything.” Kento adds with a smile before twirling Hanabi away from him.

The two dance the afternoon away, until the sun disappears behind the tall buildings and the white fluffy clouds. The sky is a vibrant orange, indigo and pink.

They are complimented by an elderly couple, the old man firmly instructing to marry Hanabi otherwise she might be swept away by someone who doesn’t deserve someone as wonderful as she is. The old woman with him laugh as the young couple blush in embarrassment.

The strobe light shines on them a few times and when the music slows down into a soft tune, the two press impossibly close to each other.

When their legs are begging them for rest, the couple take a leisurely stroll around the square.

Kento is dragged to one of the games he tells Hanabi that are rigged but she doesn’t care. Of course she doesn’t. Not when stitch is the winning prize.

Sighing, but with fondness this time as Hanabi kisses his cheek, he rolls up his sleeves and pays the teenager behind the counter and accepts the plastic balls.

With a smirk that subtly shows his confidence, Kento knocks down the tin cans with just one hit!

Hanabi is jumping, clutching his arm, and kisses his cheek over and over again until the teenager hands her the giant stitch plushie.

Kento watches with hearts for eyes as Hanabi takes a video of herself, the plushie and then directing her phone his way to tell everyone how happy she is Kento won the doll for her.

As they drive home, Hanabi struggling to keep her eyes open, Kento remembers the old couple dancing next to them earlier that evening.

After tonight, Kento is seriously considering what the old man had told him.

He really should marry the love of his life.

[dragonstepp]

Sam Heughan; Catriona Balfe

I read and look at almost everything written and shown in photos here. I find it somewhat weird to read the things that some shippers seem to imagine is truth. First of all, let me assure everyone here I have never met nor written or talked with Sam; I do not know him pers1onally. Nor do I know Cait, though she does not get quite the same publicity.

Catriona: She is a marvelous actress, and she is NOT Claire in any way that I can see. She has a contract for Outlander, and she does many things in the part that can be somewhat misleading to anyone who understands reality. I would imagine Tony will also be happy when her contract runs out and she can be seen as the wife and mother she truly is.

Otherwise, I have seen several of Catriona's movies, Ford vs Ferrari (which I own a DVD) where she plays the wife of Ken Miles in the 1968 movie of the French 24-hour race, and mother of Paul Miles. Her character's name is Molly. She keeps her clothes on. She also appears in Money Monsters in a large important part, and she keeps her clothes on. Lastly Belfast, where she portrays a woman married with two sons, in the 1969 story of the troubles in Belfast, Ireland. She is also excellent there, and keeps her clothes on. She plays opposite James Dornan, and a good job of it.

Sam Heughan: he also is on a contract for Outlander, and such, plays a lot of nude scenes. He and Claire are a grand couple, but they are fictional characters. In real life, though, Sam is an excellent business man, an entrepreuneur with many awards for both his business acumen and his benevolence. He is also publicity knowledgeable, happily, in looks, with the way too much required of him, but which he certainly understands the amount of time required of him in many ways.

I have also seen several of his movies: SAS The Black Orchid; The Spy Who Dumped Me (I have that DVD); Love Again. I think he is a pretty good actor, and will get better as he gets movie parts after his obligations to Outlander.

However, while I believe Sam may be in search of a permanent partner in life, I do not think he has the time to give to be a full-time husband and father. He is still young enough to get this when he is ready. I see photos of him with many women, some for business, some for photo ops, some with women who I suspect being a red-blooded man, he likes to date. I see him with buxom, athletic blonds, and know that is probably his preference in personal life. I know he is a touchy-feely type of person who enjoys putting his arms around one's shoulder, and taking out to dinner, or perhaps other activities which are personal to him. I do NOT think at this time that he is spending all that time looking at each date as a permanent companion. I would think he gets a little tired of always being in complentation of permanency. I rather knows he is aware he is not quite ready to be a full-time husband or father, having to spend a lot of his time out of the public's eye.

I know some of you will immediately jump up and ask why I say these things about him, why I think I know him. I do not know him personally, nor am I ever going to. However, I have lived a long time, known many men and many people, and have been intelligent enough to learn from actions how to read their foibles and lives.

So if think you should understand that I maybe give him more the benefit of the doubt in his life choices than maybe make up stories about him because of what I would love him to be.

Carol in Austin