#justkcn

[astrapink]

" the other barbie might have forgiven you for patriarchy. but i have not. you put us in gross little outfits we never would have chosen. you brain washed us. you tried to take away our construction. we worked hard and we dreamed hard to make barbieland. you tried to undo it in a day. you brainwashed us and you never even apologized to us. "

" i get it you were upset and in love. i'm in love with a barbie too, but that doesn't make what you did okay. " astronaut barbie draws herself up to her full height. " personally i'd banish you to the action figure lands, but i was told in uncertain terms that wasn't an options. so now you have to listen to me <mattel logo>ing bitch got it, ken? "/ @justkcn gets an angy starter

[barbieidol]

TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them.

just a little ways more to barbie's house. she's been looking forward to visiting her all day ! it's just as exciting every day, really. she heard the president might be there, too. guitar strapped across her front, she walks leisurely, sparkles at her fingertips as she gently strums the chrods & hums along. that until something rattles from behind & throws her off. " hello ? " she stops & calls out calmly, eyebrows pinching together. " i was onto something here, you know ? it's rude to interrupt. " a moment passes before she spots a bit of blond hair peeking from behind a mailbox. amused smile stars pulling at her lips. " ken ? what are you doing, silly ? "

meme

[consumare]

✿ i wholeheartedly encourage all the Chaos

pre established relationship meme.

friendship.   childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other.

romance.   childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love.

familial.   siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other.

antagonistic.   dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other.

[mutatedangels-a]

❛ Oh, is that blood? ❜ (forgot 2 mention that these can be for any muse of ur choice omg)

Blood blood blood blood // @justkcn

"Oh—" Noah snorts, because, yes, it is blood, but not really— "yeah, it's just. Corn syrup." She proves it; dabs a finger on her cheek and taps it once against the very tip of her tongue. It's a gross process but necessary to not freak anyone out, because even though they're on a production lot, these days, you can never be too sure. She cracks a grin.

"I'm an extra over at the, uh." She turns around and gestures at a nearby building where the set of DOLL PARTS lies within. A huge marquee above the entrance says so. "Doll Parts."

She looks him up and down. With platinum blonde hair and a perfectly even tan, she wonders if he's in the next Magic Mike. "I'm Noah, Noah Gillespie," she says, reaching her hand out for him to shake. "I'm sorry, I feel like I should totally know you. Are you an actor?"

[thefvrious]

@justkcn:

of course barbie has bigger fish to fry — barbie always has bigger fish to fry. girls night, visits with president barbie, sit-ins on supreme court hearings. what about ken? ken is a big fish! he's totally a big fish worthy of frying. when will barbie fry him? "because it's patriarchy, barbie!" he exclaims in response, struggling to bite back the petulant scowl threatening to tug at his lips. "men, like, absolutely rule the world here! and their horses are their faithful, masculine companions. check it—" he spins on his heel so that he's directly in front of the blonde, walking backwards. lifting his arms, ken pretends to hold at imaginary reins. a proud, boastful smile spreads across his lips, and then he gallops — as well as anyone can gallop while walking backwards, anyways. "see? so cool, right?" it's not cool. not at all, if the strange stares are anything to go off of. "we're even dressed for the part! ain't that right, pardner?" he tips his hat in her direction, but it's clear that barbie isn't amused. no, she'd rather gripe about cellulite, which, for the record, is scary. so he gets that. but still! insisting that she'd prefer company outside of him is like jabbing a knife through his chest — straight through his heart, mind you —, and the doll's arms drop limply back to his sides, slapping against his hips in defeat. "teacher barbie? teacher barbie?! i'm so much smarter than teacher barbie. how do you think i know all about patriarchy, huh? yeah, that's right — reading. i read books, barbie!"

barbie hasn’t stopped to think for even one second how ken might be adversely effected by all her rejections of him and his affections. it’s just that, well, she has other things on her mind. and ken seems as vapid as they come. his whole world revolves around her. she doesn’t know what to do with that. but she wasn’t made for him. he was made for her. so that was his problem.

“i don’t think i like the sound of this patriarchy.” she says, shaking a blonde head at him, her face screwed up with the weight of her dislike. she jumps a little, narrows her eyes as he switches gears and starts to walk backward. “ken...” she says, but he keeps talking, starts galloping. “ken... careful.” she grabs him right before he trips over something backward. saving him, again. what would he do without her?

“ken. some little girl brought me here to fix the problems in her world, i can’t do that if we’re chasing horses.” she blows a raspberry with her lips, stops to put her hands on her hips and look around. she doesn’t like it here one bit, but ken seems to be growing more and more fond of the real world with every second that passes — seems to be losing his patience with her, which is something new entirely.

“oh, ken.” she sighs, pats his cheek, offers him a placating smile. “you’re not smarter than any barbie.” she says, letting her hand drop to her side. “but you are smart in your own way. and i'm sure you’ve read plenty of books.” sighing, the blonde studies his face, realizes she must have said something to hurt his feelings — backtracks. “it’s not that i don’t want your company, it’s just that i don’t know how to deal with young girls. do you?” maybe he could be helpful after all? maybe he’d read something about it in all his books?

[bahrbae]

BOLD what your muse can  do. italicize what they can do to some extent.

REPOST, don’t reblog.

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | roller skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electrical drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

Tagged By: the owner of this doll @chaoticjoke !

Tagging: @edxmunson , @shesmidge , @astrapink , @tornblackedgcs , @r4chelamber , @cowg1rls , @havvkinsqueen , @swervdcity (for barbies bestie frida) , @earringmagick , @plastink , @justkcn , @kennergy & everyone who sees this

[dochalstead]

i’m ALIVE but hangin around @justkcn and @lambswrcth n hopin to get some replies out on all three blogs ( while wrestling w the idea of makin ANOTHER one, someone tell me no )

[navyflcwn-a]

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗕𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗.

𝗣𝗔𝗟𝗠 : you  give  and  give.    you  are  a  gentle  heart,  broken  but  still  standing  ...  always  lending  a  hand  for  those  who  need  it,  expecting  nothing  in  return.    you  deserve  someone  taking  your  hand  and  kissing  your  open  palm,  the  hands  which  have  selflessly  helped  so  many  others.

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬: stole it. 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚: @ruzter @grffiens @mir0red @cyklonn @justkcn

[pridef0und]

n e ways you should follow @justkcn if you want another himbo on your dash teehee

[exwlf]

which aesthetic color are you ?

oxblood. you are fearless, honest, and you stick to your guns. you pride yourself on your honesty, and on being true to your values even in difficult situations. others admire your grit, and those who can handle it appreciate your bluntness. your friendships are ride-or-die, and your loved ones would destroy the goddamn sun for you. to put it simply: you're lowkey punk. just remember that softness is not the same as weakness, and that it's ok to be a little more forgiving-- toward others, but also toward yourself.

tagged by: @flxmekeepr (thank u ilu bb)

tagging: @greekdonut, @justkcn, @thefvrious, anyone who wants to idc i have like 10 followers rn

[bahrbae]

tag 10 people you want to know better

favorite color : purple (bc it's made from both blue and red which i also enjoy but didn't want to make this too long)

song stuck in your head : brasileira by killa fonic / i'm just ken by ryan gosling

last song you listened to : pinky promise by neffex ft. neoni

3 favorite foods : pizza, pasta, them ikea hotdogs

dream trip : the catacombs (paris, london, rome doesn't really matter)

anything i want rn : coffee so i can go to sleep already

tagged by : @chaoticjoke tagging : @astrapink , @cowg1rls , @doll1961 / @shesmidge , @earringmagick / @hidesinhiswork , @justkcn , @kennergy , @midfie1der , @nobelbarbie , @onlyallans , @plastink / @story1ines

[dochalstead]

#𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 — an 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 & 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒 - 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗗 of 𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘎𝘖 𝘔𝘌𝘋. features canon influence & personal headcanons. as penned by 𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙀, ( twenty - three ) .

𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗬 𝗜𝗡 : CHRONIC HERO SYNDROME, SPREADING YOUR WINGS & TURNING YOUR BACK, DYSFUNCTION JUNCTION && LOOKING FOR LOVE IN ALL OF THE WRONG PLACES.

���𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳.

𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂.

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈.

𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙲𝚂 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃.

also found at : @immxvable ( multi ), @lambswrcth ( will graham ), @justkcn ( ken carson ), @eadaprice ( nolan price ), @clockturned ( it’s always sunny in philadelphia multi ), @wiintersfist ( bucky barnes ).

[astrapink]

" one day we're going to going to watch school house rock and then you can learn all about passing a bill. but that's not what this is about you know. you need to learn to express your feelings of anger and frustration and heartbreak. but you need to learn how to do that without trying to brainwash every barbie you meet! "

astronaut crosses plastic arms and sits in front of ken. " so you and i are going to work together and we're going to come up with a coping strategy that is not trying to take over barbieland. maybe it's sports. maybe it's horses. maybe it's reading. i don't care what it is, but we're going to find something else for you to do. "

okay, yeah. totally warranted. totally deserved. patriarchy is so not cool, and ken totally gets that now. it's not horses and brewskis and fist bumps, it's... other stuff — ugly outfits and manly meltdowns and scowling barbies! and scowling barbies are not a pretty sight.

so he listens. he listens, because he's a changed man — doll. propping his chin up on his open palm, the blond purses his lips in a display of deep contemplation, eyebrows raising. oh, yeah. he's giving this one hundred and fifty percent. barbie would love this for him ( wouldn't love him for this, but that's fine, he's so over it ).

"totally," he agrees without hesitation, giving his head an enthusiastic nod, "patriarchy? so uncool. coups? save those for the royal barbies, am i right?" he snorts, shoulders raising in a dismissive shrug. "honestly, it was a lot of work. i thought it was gonna be chin-ups and horses and then it was... passing bills and doing taxes. what's a tax?"

[barbieidol]

her list of priorities is not long. never has been. first comes her craft ; her entire reason for being. & then come the barbies ; her safe space, her best friends. this is not to say she doesn't appreciate the presence of kens. barbie adores to be adored. & the kens have perfected the art of putting her on a pedestal. she doesn't think of the fall. she's only enjoying the view. still, nothing compares to being surrounded by her girls. the sleepovers are the perfect culmination to each perfect day. there's not one dull moment when the barbies take quality time for themselves – it's by design. always the same. & what a fantastic design it is. or so it seems from the surface, so pretty, wrapped in a pink bow – who would ever think to question it ? fingertips rest on the instrument's chords as she slowly walks in his direction, small wince at the sound of that little ow. poor guy. first the surfing accident & now this ?? ken just cannot catch a break. " awh, are you okay there, superstar ? that sounded painful. " she asks first, genuinely concerned, before he stands up fully & she offers him another smile. " i'm on my way to barbie's sleepover. " teasing tone sneaks its way into her voice next, playful suspicion in her narrowed eyes. " were you following me ? "

every night is girls night. every day might as well be the same. if there's anything that ken's learned, it's that he has to get creative when it comes to earning just a morsel of barbie's attention. and oh, is he creative.

this time, he follows the pleasant melody of a guitar. it's not quite as loud and groovy as he'd prefer, but hey, barbies and kens are separate entities for a reason ( not that he would know that ). attempting to be sneaky isn't quite his strong suit, no matter how carefully he tiptoes along and fumbles to hide behind the nearest object ( be it a tree or a lamppost ) with the grace of a bull in a china shop.

he wants to hum along. boy, does he want to hum along. it takes every ounce of willpower that the blond possesses to keep his lips sealed shut. though, admittedly, he gets lost in that sweet melody — lost enough for his reaction to barbie's swift halt to be laughably delayed.

"shoot," he hisses beneath his breath, wide eyes darting around before he settles on ducking down beneath a mailbox, "shoot, shoot, shoot." but hey, he is seriously a pro at hide-and-seek. or so he thinks. a satisfied smile stretches across his face when her curious greeting is met by silence, but that smile is fleeting.

because she notices him. how does she notice him?! grimacing, he sheepishly moves to lift his head above the mailbox, bonking it along the way with a small "ow." lifting a hand, he waves in the blonde's direction, hurrying to rise to his full height and drape a smooth arm over the mailbox.

"hey, barbie," he greets in return, giving her a nonchalant tilt of his chin, "what's poppin'?"