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[angrydykeboy]

angsty barbie draft, chapter 1

There's not enough angst in the glorbie tag yet so i'm creating some content. let me know if you like it and there might be a chapter two, in isolation rn so who knows. Basically Gloria and her mother have words with one another. CW for homophobia, side bangs, and child neglect.

Gloria's hair wouldn't sit right. Usually it behaved better but today she didn't have time for her full routine. Between literally dragging her thirteen year old out of bed, forcing clothes on her, and then cleaning up breakfast, she didn’t get a chance to take a breath until she was waiting for her mom to answer the door.

Usually Barbie helped in the mornings, did the cooking while she wrangled Sasha but she'd burned the eggs twice before Gloria pulled her away. Barbie was way too nervous about the day, and even while they waited on the porch she wouldn't stop biting her nails, a new habit Gloria would lecture her about eventually.

Even Sasha seemed on edge, slamming away on her phone like she had to text nuclear codes. Gloria didn't even have the time to blink these days with her new job, and these two looked like they were about to spontaneously combust.

The door swung open and her mother swept Sasha into a hug. Sasha, allergic to all human contact, didn’t even complain. She laughed and hugged back. They were laughing together.

Her mother, as usual, looked ridiculously put together: hair neatly styled out of her face, dyed so there aren’t any of the gray strands Gloria’s working with. Her blouse wasn't even wrinkled.

Her mother caught sight of Barbie and set Sasha down. “You must be Barbara,” she said. “Keith’s sister-in-law? Right?”

Gloria held her breath and Barbie smiled and held out her hand. “Absolutely, it is such a pleasure to meet you.”

Gloria’s mother pulled her into a hug too, scoffing at the outstretched hand.

She'd begged Barbie for weeks leading up this, and Sasha had fun coming up with Barbara’s whole background, going over flashcards over dinner. It was just how her mother was, Gloria had explained. The lie was necessary, at least until her mother got to know Barbie, which would be never plus ten years.

“Come in, come in” Gloria’s mom beckoned them inside. Gloria nodded at her as she passed and went to set her bag down on the couch.

“You were a little late so you missed the lunch I prepared but I was able to give it to my neighbor. She’s such a dear, she’s an artist, you’d like her, Sasha,” her mother continued. “But I’m so glad you’re finally here. Gloria, get some of those boxes out of the attic, will you? I was hoping you could go through them before you left.”

Gloria gave the best smile she could muster. “Sure, Mamá.”

“They might be heavy—where is that Keith, his sister could come but he couldn’t?”

“Work emergency,” Gloria said. “He said to send you his best.”

Her mother waved a hand. “He works too hard! I’ll send you back with some food for him. He could probably use some decent home-cooking for a change. Barbie how are you so thin? You too Sasha? Does your mother ever feed you?”

Sasha and Barbie both laughed and Gloria tried to laugh too, letting out a “nice one mom,” before heading to the attic to lift the boxes down herself.

They were mostly old photos, a few report cards, her CD collection, she flicked through them for awhile, sneezing occasionally from all the dust. It was nice getting some peace and quiet in her old room though. Her mother used it as a yoga studio now, and all of Gloria’s stuff was packed away. All waiting for her to go through and throw it away.

“How are you?”

Gloria looked up, catching sight of Barbie and smiled, perhaps for the first time that day. It’d only been an hour or two but she missed her, like always.

“Hey Barbie, I’m okay. This is just,” she exhaled, “a lot.”

“I came to check on you,” Barbie sat beside her and put a hand on her back. “Anything good?”

“Just some old stuff, nothing interesting,” Gloria held up a report card. “I got an A in math my freshman year.”

Barbie took it from her, examining it. “It’s crazy you have all these memories and this whole life, it’s like you’re a million people all at once.”

“What? High school?” Gloria shook her head. “All those hormones with also the worst sense of style of your life? Trust me, you dodged a bullet.”

“Maybe,” Barbie said. She pulled out another photo. “Hey who’s this?”

“Rodrigo, my first boyfriend,” Gloria looked at it. “We were cute together. I only started dating him to piss my mom off but she loved him.”

“So it’s a thing?” Barbie asked. “All daughters try to piss off their mothers?”

Gloria frowned. She’d—she’d had a reason. It wasn’t just angsty teen stuff like Sasha, it was real. It mattered.

“I don’t remember Sasha with that haircut,” Barbie said, pulling another photo out.

Gloria wore a cheesy smile at prom, arm around a pimpled kid who was too tall to also be skinny, and had a side bang that covered one whole eye. Underneath her big poofy purple skirt were likely her favorite pair of purple hightop converse she wore everywhere when she was seventeen.

Gloria laughed, “it’s me, look.”

Barbie gaped at the photo. “But you’re wearing smudgy eyeliner!”

Gloria nodded. “Yup.”

Barbie laughed. “Oh, I am so showing Sasha this!” She bounced up and Gloria ran after her, following Barbie’s giggles down the stairs where Sasha and her mom were hugging on the couch.

“What’s—what’s all this?” Gloria asked, coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.

“Mom,” Sasha beamed, her eyes shining a little. “I just came out to Grandma!”

Gloria’s stomach dropped. “What?”

“She said she loves me no matter what, and even wants to meet Jade. Can I bring her next time?”

“Um—“ Gloria stared at her mother, who was also beaming, at Sasha, “Great. Yeah.”

“Sasha, look at this photo your mom and I found,” Barbie bounded forward, and the two of them started laughing, talking excitedly with Gloria’s mom, and Gloria could only stare at her mother.

“I’m sorry what?” Gloria stepped forward. “That’s it?”

Her mother blinked at her. “What?”

“Mom, it’s fine,” Sasha said. “We’re not in a Hallmark movie, I didn’t want her to make a big deal out of it.”

“You’re cool with it?” Gloria asked her mom. “Really? Just fine with it now?”

“It’s 2023,” her mother said. “Who am I to judge?”

“You said it was fine, Mom,” Sasha cut in. “Do you have a problem?”

“Of course not,” Gloria said. “Sasha, I love you no matter what. You know that. I’m just a little confused as to when this happened.” She gestured to her mother.

“When what happened?” Sasha demanded.

“You can’t talk to your daughter that way,” her mother said. “They’re born that way.”

“Since when do you quote Lady Gaga?” Gloria demanded. “You’ve hated gay people since I was fifteen. You wouldn’t even let me play Ricky Martin at my quinceñera!”

“I don’t have a problem with the gays, I love Ricky Martin, and Lady Gaga,” Her mother crossed her arms.

“Is Ricky Martin gay?” Barbie whispered to Sasha.

“I have no idea who that is,” Sasha responded.

“So it was just me then?” Gloria asked. “Sending me to live with Abuelita and telling me not to come back without a boyfriend was what? A whim?”

“Whoa, Mom, what?”

“Do be dramatic. I sent you to live with Abuelita because you were forgetting your Spanish,” her mother waved a hand. “It was only a month.”

“It was three years,” Gloria said. “I had to switch schools, you didn’t even call me on my birthday!”

“Enough,” her mother said. “It’s all in the past. Let’s just focus on Sasha, huh? This is her moment.”

Sasha looked between them and Gloria tried to take a deep breath, tried to ground herself.

“You’re right,” Gloria swallowed. “Sasha, congratulations.”

“Right,” Sasha said. She looked at Barbie.

“You have a lovely home,” Barbie said.

Gloria’s mother smiled. “You are just as sweet as your brother. See, I knew you would marry into a good family Gloria, I can’t have been that terrible. You met a good man, like I said you would. And now you have Sasha.”

“What does you sending her away have to do with Sasha?” Barbie asked. Genuinely too. Gloria wanted to hug her.

“Did you really send her away, Abuela?” Sasha asked.

“Of course not,” her mother said. “Gloria, look what you’ve started now. All daughters hate their mothers, Sasha.”

Gloria looked at her phone. “It’s almost four, I have to be back home to start making dinner.”

“Let me grab you the plate I saved for Keith!” Her mother rushed to the kitchen and Gloria grabbed her bag.

“So we’re not getting takeout like usual?” Sasha asked.

Her mother came back in with the plate, handing it to Barbie before giving Sasha another big hug. Gloria headed out to the car before she had to watch it.

When the two of them got in Barbie was still holding the plate. Enchiladas. She’d literally never made Gloria enchiladas once, not even when she was a kid and her mother still spoke Spanish around her.

Gloria took the plate from Barbie, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind her. She got why Sasha did it, it was satisfying.

She walked to the driveway where the two trash cans were waiting for the garbage truck.

Barbie and Sasha watched her walk back, empty handed.

They drove in silence for a while, Gloria gripping the wheel with white knuckles. She felt Barbie’s and Sasha’s eyes never waver, burning a whole into her rapidly graying head.

“Did Abuela really send you away?” Sasha asked again.

Gloria took another deep breath. “Is anyone else starving? I could really go for some baleadas. Let’s go to a grocery store on the way home.”

Grocery shopping was silent, not like Gloria expected it be talkative but Barbie and Sasha were making eye contact the whole time as Gloria looked up the recipe.

“I’ve never had baleadas before,” Barbie sounded the word out carefully as they walked down the ethnic food aisle.

It was mostly Asian with a few cans of refried beans at the end that Gloria grabbed. She'd never noticed how lacking their local grocery store was. It had to be stocked better than this, right?

“What is it?” Barbie asked.

“What? Of course you've had them,” Gloria waved a hand. “I make them all the time.”

“They’re like soft thick tacos with sour cream,” Sasha explained.

“I made them like a week ago,” Gloria said.

“That was like, my tenth birthday,” Sasha said.

“No, there was three of us, Barbie had to have been there,” she said.

“It was Dad,” Sasha said.

Gloria knit her brow. “Oh, you’re right. I guess it has been a minute. Hope I still remember it!”

She tried to get chipper for the ride home but even Barbie was dubious, and refused to play along.

She went straight to the kitchen and got to work, blasting Selena as loud as possible. They stayed quiet all through dinner, even though Gloria totally crushed it. The food was fucking fantastic.

“You know what’s overrated?” Gloria asked around a bit of the taco. “Yoga. It’s not even actual exercise it’s just really sweaty and smelly. What do you think is overrated, Barbie?”

“High heels?” Barbie suggested.

Gloria nodded. “Totally, high heels suck.”

“How about skipping therapy,” Sasha said.

“Great Sasha, thanks so much,” Gloria threw down her napkin.

“Calling it like I see it,” Sasha said.

“‘Thanks for spending an hour on this meal Mom, this was really delicious Mom—‘“

“So I’m supposed to thank you for keeping me alive?” Sasha asked.

“God would you give it a rest?” Gloria asked. “For just two seconds imagine what it would’ve been like for me, and just imagine you were someone who felt grateful. Ever.” She stood up. “I’m going for a walk.”

She left but it was only minutes later that Barbie was at her side, as usual.

“I can walk ten feet behind you and pretend we’re walking separately,” Barbie said. “If you want space.”

Gloria smiled and took her hand, pushing down the butterflies she always got. “Thanks for coming.”

“Sasha’s just confused,” Barbie said. “She’s not trying to stress you out or anything.”

“I know,” Gloria said. “I just don’t need anyone telling me how to live my life right now. Not with Keith gone.”

Barbie hummed and they took a couple blocks in companionable silence, listening to the sound of distant cars along the highway.

“You never told me that stuff about your mom, living with your grandparents,” Barbie said. She squeezed Gloria’s hand.

“Abuelas are important,” Gloria said. “I didn’t wanna ruin it for Sasha.” She sighed. “I guess I failed at that too, huh?”

“What do you mean?” Barbie asked.

“I don’t know,” Gloria sighed. “Failed at being a daughter, a wife, and now mother? It’s like—what’s even the point.”

“You have not failed at those things,” Barbie stopped her. “You go to that house twice a month just to do chores while Sasha gets to have fun. You’re a great daughter. And Keith and you separated together, so that you both could be better parents. You haven’t failed at any of those things.”

Gloria shook her head. “I’m not sure my mother would agree with you.”

“Who cares what she thinks, she’s the failure. You’d never send Sasha away just for liking girls like she did.”

Gloria stepped back, moving her hand away. “What? I don’t—I don’t like girls.”

Barbie’s eyebrows furrowed. “But she told you not to come back until you got a boyfriend, wasn’t it because you liked girls?”

“I mean then,” Gloria said. “It was just a stupid phase in high school. Like my eyeliner.”

“Do you think it’s like eyeliner for Sasha?” Barbie asked.

“That’s different!” Gloria said. She was shouting. Why did all these deep breaths feel like she was hyperventilating? “That’s different.”

Barbie’s eyebrows stayed furrowed. “Can you tell me how it’s different?”

“I had a husband, I have a kid,” Gloria said. “I’m just a mom.”

“You’re not just a mom,” Barbie said. “You’re Gloria.”

Gloria swallowed.

“You can be anything,” Barbie said. “That’s why you’re one of the best toy designers at Mattel. That’s why Sasha always write about you when they ask her to write essays about who her hero is. That’s why only you were able to stop Ken. Who cares what your mom thinks?”

“Does Sasha really write about me?” Gloria asked.

“If you tell her I told you she will literally kill me,” Barbie said. “But of course she did. You singlehandedly saved Barbieland. You’re my hero too.”

“We saved Barbieland together,” Gloria said. She took Barbie’s hand. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”

Barbie squeezed her hand. “Anytime.”

The familiar butterflies came up, and Gloria tried not to squash them, just this once. “You mean that?” She asked.

“Of course,” Barbie said. “Forever.”

Gloria leaned against her as they walked, and wondered.

[scarecrowgolem]

Hey uhh @/nativenews has been posting antisemitic shit and platforming sketchy tweeters can we maybe stop rbing from them

[civetside]

hello guys it's me miss consistent art style!!! wrestling AU????? sorry i am smashing my 2 current interests together as ya do, gideons trying to be a cool pro wrestler and harrow is her manager

[mtsodie]

PEW PEW POW

[eremin0109]

Logan has always tried to do good, especially by those who he loves. And let's be real, in every universe he loves the x-men more than anything. They're his family for crying out loud. He might be an asshole with anger issues but he's not a bad guy, even the worst of his versions.

And Wade sees that, sees underneath all that anger and grief and tough guy exterior. He gets ran through by Logan's claws, being subjected to some very harsh words and is insulted every step of the way throughout most of the film. But his singular belief in Logan, that only he can save his universe, that never wavers.

"I know how to kill people for money but you...you know how to save them." Wade says. But it is him who saves Logan in the end.

[xanderscollection]

"Growing up is realising a (random ship) you loved is actually weird and bad"

Yeah? Is it? Great, I love it even more. The worse it is the Better.

[saphushia]

need to be hooked up to an IV of etho music content i need it i need it i need-

references -> || nameless ghoul from the band Ghost || BTS || sheila rock - the rehearsal ||

[b4kuch1n]

myth of the bare palm

text:

Our kind used to be hulking things of feathers and claws,

more gods than animals, roaming the snowed planes endless,

until we found each others

and in jubilant relief reached out

claws retracting,

feathers shedding,

so the moment of contact branded heat against bare skin.

[lovelyrotter]

ill probably delete this in a minute but ive just been fuckin boggled by what ive seen across tumblr in the last few days in particular. its why i havent really been around. like holy fucking shit, its really like some of yall just dont want a chunk of the trans community to exist. like some of yall are thisclose to saying it verbatum. way too many already have. 'shut up sit down be quiet and smile for us' type shit, gee where have i heard that before. oh yeah my entire life cause i was forcefully gendered as someones daughter. shock horror i know. you might be surprised to remember and/or learn that very few trans folks know theyre trans before we're 5, or even 10, and that that gendered experience stays with all of us in both/either small or large ways. either bc we literally dont have a solid identity yet (bc we're very small children), dont have the words, we're repressing it out of fear from how others will treat us, we're actually enjoying or enjoyed being another gender in our childhood, or we just genuinely didnt fuckin know until shit lined up later in life. weird isnt it that transmascs dont pop out as 6'1 brick shithouse cis men when we're born so yall know for certain that we're confused lost girls/women oops i mean big dangerous scary men. its almost like we're transgender too. none of yall actually know what intersectionality is or means

[iitf]

It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. We will get through it. And we’ll be happy one day again.

[senselessalchemist]

Bow problems (+ other nonsense)

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

Why do you think the tides have slightly turned from "Elia deserves better than Rhaegar" to shipping her and Rhaegar together? Like what is the psychology behind these people because I've seen some of them like/reblog anti Rhaegar posts while also shipping Rhaegar x Elia at the same time.

hey anon! my thoughts are a bit messy, but i’ve done my best to explain them coherently :)

so, rhaegar was the best man anyone could have when elia was alive, and most people want the best for their favs. he was considered the most handsome, didn’t have a bad personality, and he was crown prince—meaning elia was almost queen, which is often seen as the greatest role a woman can have. the narrative also treats rhaegar as a beautiful, tragic, haunting figure, and elia actually had this very aesthetically pleasing man all to herself at one point! she was married to him, had children with him, and her life was so close to perfect! but rhaegar just had to go and ruin it. 😠

for many elia stans, if rhaegar hadn’t fallen in love with another woman (they want him to have been a completely different character), then everything would’ve been perfect, and elia would’ve had the best, most desirable life. however, that’s not what happened—elia met a very tragic end, and as a result, these stans feel double the bitterness. because of this bitterness, they blame rhaegar for everything (even though it’s not logical to do so), but he’s just too ‘perfect’ to let go of. so, for years these stans have made rhaegar revolve around elia, filling his tag with posts about her out of bitterness. so, i do believe that this obsession with rhaegar x elia has always been there, but i think it’s become a more favorable stance on the elia stan side of the fandom because of a mix of reasons.

plus, rhaegar is one of the few canon relationships we know elia had, since she’s not much of a character. because of this, and the fact that most people don’t like to stray too far from canon, most elia stans are forced to focus on rhaegar, which has created an echo chamber. basically, if a sentiment about elia and rhaegar’s relationship becomes popular, then the whole elia stan side of the fandom will likely regurgitate the sentiment. (also, this desire to stick close to canon is likely why the elia x arthur ship was so popular. while it’s a total crack ship, it had good aesthetics, and since elia and arthur at least knew each other, it allowed the stans to create their perfect fanfiction whilst sticking it to rhaegar. but remember, elia was actually married to rhaegar and had children with him, so while arthur is cool, rhaegar was always ‘top dog,’ meaning arthur would never be able to match up to rhaegar to most elia stans. also, the arthur x elia crack ship is likely her second most popular ship, which just shows how little elia stans have to work with, so they’re always forced to eventually return back to rhaegar for a lot of things.)

however, even if the elia x rhaegar ship gains more popularity, these stans will never stop hating rhaegar because he wasn’t ‘perfect’—and he wasn’t perfect because he didn’t love elia. plus, rhaegar loving another woman and supposedly kidnapping her is what began the war that led to elia’s tragic death. that’s bitterness times 1000. and while i don’t actually blame rhaegar for the war, i do think that this is how an elia stan sees it. i also don’t view rhaegar’s complex relationship with elia as a bad thing—it’s actually a very realistic take on an arranged marriage between two decent people. but most elia stans will never be able to get over the fact that they almost had everything, which is why many have it out for lyanna, as they consider her a thief who ruined their ‘perfection.’

tbh, that might be why so many elia stans are so obsessed with the idea that rhaegar only got with lyanna because of the prophecy—they don’t want to believe that rhaegar actually loved a different woman and not their perfect self insert elia. that’s a bit mean of me… but i don’t know what else one would call the ‘elia’ elia stans have created.

now that i’ve laid all those thoughts out, i’ll try to explain why the tides seem to be turning… i think it may have something to do with the ‘targaryens are all evil and bad’ sentiment losing popularity. i think this shift has occurred due to a mix of factors, such as years of fandom fights and fandom cycles leading to the targs being more liked now than before. it helps that canon doesn’t actually condemn the targs/favors them quite a bit, and the influx of new targ fans from HOTD has also contributed. this combination of reasons seems to have shifted the way the mainstream fandom discusses all the targaryen characters, including rhaegar. so, with this shift, it’s only natural that some elia stans/elia x rhaegar shippers—who’ve always been there—are using this opportunity to push their agenda. while these stans still hate rhaegar and see him as the bad guy, they just can’t let go of him. and as the mainstream fandom moves away from the anti targaryen sentiment, these smaller corners of the fandom, which tend to be echo chambers, are also affected, which has therefore led to a rise in rhaegar x elia shippers and the ‘shifting tide’ that you’ve also noticed.

[sososcareds]

whatre they talkin about....

[mroddmod]

heyyyy guys not to be cringe and self promo but i updated my inprnt and added a couple gravity falls things :') here's the link to my shop if you're interested! there's also a sale going on sitewide!

[ghostorbz]

Obsessed with the idea Johnny is Professor Membranes estranged brother

[fraternum-momentum]

WE'RE GETTING EVICTED FROM OUR APARTMENT.