#like playing with barbie and polly pocket

[wowstrawberrycow]

@varda-star-queen Polly Pocket you say!!!!! I have been summoned!!!!!!! I've been playing around with creating a Polly Pocket sized fellowship set. I'm still messing around with what types of micro dolls can handle paint stripping chemicals. I've melted so many 😖

But! Mini Barbies are just not going to work 😬 those melt soooo bad.

But I'm going to attempt with the modern variations that came out between 2014 and 2018 as the plastic doesn't seem as thin.

But I digress! I feel like Glûg and Adar should go on that list too! I'm soooo excited to find a type of doll that works for this project!

Pocket-size pixel Adar at your pleasure 🩶

Rings of Power, S2Ep6

[griffsin]

personally I think we should lock columbo, benoit blanc and nick valentine in a room together and see what happens

[rogers-attic]

just saw someone on the american dad fb group say how it would be cool if they made official ad merch of a roger figure with changeable outfits and that would be amazing! why isn’t this real?!??

[fuckedliar]

If I do one thing — it’s gonna be project my childhood fav girlies into my female muses. Barbie? Polly pocket? Bratz? My scene? Monster high? FUCKIN BET!

[powerfulkicks]

remember when every kids toy and show had a website with tons of games and fun stuff? man i miss those websites

[kylejsugarman]

obviously theres not a market for "toys" based on prestige tv shows but god i wish there were breaking bad toys. i want a doll-sized RV that opens up like a barbie dreamhouse and has tons of tiny flasks and barrels and a bunsen burner that if u push down on it, it plays a steam hiss sound bite and glows red with an LED. i want a polly pocket compact of jesse's house that comes with a little jesse who is magnetized so u can stick him in different rooms and change out his magnetized beanies. i want a saul goodman tamagotchi that lets me train my saul to be good at slipping and reward him with cigarettes and connect him to the kim tamagotchi so they can socialize together

[liberalk1tsch]

mom come pick me up there’s racists in my comment section

so actually i DONT have a problem with black representation in media cos im not a raging racist (and blackwashing is such a disgusting and inaccurate term).

i’ll admit — i’m like the least qualified person to be discussing racial injustices. i’m a scandinavian white woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. but that’s exactly why i can speak to the fact that i don’t need anymore representation in media.

i’m privileged.

from the time i was a kid, i’ve seen myself everywhere. from the books i read, to the series and films i watched, to the toys i played with, i see my demographic in everything.

annabeth chase (prior to disney’s adaptation). luna lovegood*. madge undersee. tris prior. feyre archeron. y/n in every 2014 fanfic. britney. gaga. kesha. avril. hannah montana (and lily). jo harvelle. sam puckett. aurora. rapunzel. elsa. barbie. polly pockets. groovy girls. to name a few.

i never struggled to find someone or something that looked like me.

but i have dear friends who did.

i wont pretend to know their experience, because i know i never will, but to act like i’m losing something by uplifting others who haven’t had the same privileges as me is utterly ridiculous. i have more than enough. wanting the same representation for poc isn’t «blackwashing», it’s wanting people who look differently from me to have beloved characters and singers and toys who look like them too. where they can see someone who looks like them as the heroic mc, not just the one dimensional side character who gets killed off first. where the media is representative of real world diversity as opposed to conceding to one «token» poc in an attempt to appease their audience whilst still catering to the whiteness of people like me.

the identity of every single one of those characters i mentioned would not be diminished by making them poc; if anything, it would be only add to it. the opposite isn’t true, and that’s the big difference — white people stealing poc representation actively diminishes the nuances of that particular character’s identity and erases the dynamics that have shaped their lives.

in this particular case, having a white haymitch erases the racial divide in thg. the actor has merchant class characteristics to play a working class impoverished brown kid, and while this is nothing against the actor or his appearance, it is taking away representation from some poc kid out there who saw themselves in the books, only for a casting director to decide it’s easier to double down on film continuity rather than accurate representation.

because white people are so lacking of representation, obviously. 🙄

i’m gonna shut up now cos i know this is about as far as i can go without sounding like im trying to speak over poc voices, but. yeah. this really pmo and if you think «blackwashing» is a genuine problem, please block me. and if you’re poc and i got smth wrong/phrased weird, pls lmk. i want to be corrected.

*obviously i hate jkr and think she’s a god awful bigot who deserves to burn in hell, but i did grow up on hp. luna was also one of the only characters not dripping in racial stereotypes, but that’s a whole other story😖

[dramaticallytotal]

TDWT Headcanons Pt. 5

Part 1 Last Part

• Heather, Leshawna, Eva, and Sierra were Bratz girlies.

• Courtney, Gwen, and Bridgette were Barbie girlies.

• Lindsay and Izzy were all. Bratz, Barbie, Polly Pocket, My Scene. You name it. While Lindsay was in it for the fashion, Izzy liked to put Barbie dolls on ceiling fans star-fished and turn in on and try not to get hit. Also, for makeovers. Izzy also chewed the rubber Polly Pocket clothes.

• Gwen was also a Living Dead Dolls girlie.

• Eva, for some odd reason, gives me cabbage patch vibes.

• Courtney is also very American Girl Doll coded. But also Eva, in the sense she always wanted one.

• I don't know why but I felt the need to make those headcanons even though they have nothing to do with WT XD

• Chris found out Noah can actually sing because his sister Noelle messaged him from their mom's phone since Chris is...ugh...friends with his parents. Noelle got mad that Noah wasn't actually singing even though she knew he could. So she ratted him out to Chris and even shared a video from when they were younger, and Noelle had him perform Phantom of the Opera with her in their living room. She was Erik, he was Christine.

• So Chris tells him he has to sing a song all by himself in New York because Broadway is there, and he was inspired by the video. Noah is so pissed! He knew Noelle was actually mad at him for eating the last of the Rava Ladoo before he left! But she said it was fine! He makes it a point to tell her this during a confessional. He may also be planning to hack into her accounts and post one of the embarrassing videos he had of her.

• Then Noah got an idea. This show is supposed to be family-friendly. If he sang a not so family friendly song, then it would have to be cut! Thankfully, Chris told him he could pick a song to sing, so he quickly told the band what song and hoped they knew it. They did and were all trying very hard not to laugh as they could already imagine Chris's reaction. Then Noah grabbed an intern around his age that he knew named Tristan, who sang and sang well.

• Please imagine Noah singing Sugar Daddy from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Going all out and everyone is just STUNNED. Alejandro is so flustered, but he can't look away. Izzy, Eva, and Owen are rocking out and cheering for Noah. We love supportive best friends UwU

• Trent and Cody have stars in their eyes and are already trying to come up with arguments of why Noah should join their emo band. I mean boy band.

• Chris is impressed and pissed because he definitely has to cut the song, but it's okay. He's just going to make sure Noah actually sings from here on out.

• Alejandro definitely did not lie awake at night thinking about Noah's performance. Nope!

• When Lindsay is annoyed with someone, she purposefully calls them by the wrong name. She does that already because it's part of her character, but when she's annoyed? She takes it up a notch.

• Yes, Lindsay isn't the smartest person, but come on, she's not that dumb! She's on a gymnastics team and a really good one at that. In order to stay on the team, she has to have decent grades. But she knew that people love a dumb blonde, and she's all for playing the part.

• Tyler may be clumsy, but the dude is actually really strong. We've seen he has an uncanny strength in his fingertips, but also he was able to pull his sled with his team plus random crates. He's actually won a pull-up competition without really trying.

• Heather can do anything in heels. When she was younger, she idolized Michelle Pfieffer's Cat Woman. She saw the way the woman did everything in heels and was just like, "that's gonna be me." And she did it.

• Bridgette is totally a tarot card girlie. I mean, we know she likes crystals from her biography, so I can totally see her being a tarot card reader. Coincidentally, Gwen was a rock/ gem kid, so they tend to talk about rocks/gems and what they mean and it's just a nice break from the competition for the both of them.

• Cody and Noah aren't actually mad about the whole awake-a-thon kiss thing anymore and tend to make jokes about it because they figured if they didn't, others would and they would be pretty cruel about it. So what better way to skip that treatment than to show it doesn't bother them?

• They tend to call each other stupid pet names, but they stopped that because of Sierra. But Cody is still pretty protective of Noah and also considers himself his wingman.

• Alejandro is definitely not glad they stopped because he definitely wasn't jealous.

• DJ and Leshawna tend to jam out together from her playlist since both have a love of music. DJ used to play the trumpet in school for a bit, and Leshawna can actually play the drums pretty well.

• Leshawna sees Tyler as a little brother of sorts. He reminds her of a kid she met when she volunteered at the community center at home, and the poor dude is so clumsy she can't help but try and take him under her wing. Plus, she likes his determination.

• Harold, Noah, Trent, and Tyler were all Scouts. Noah only made it to being a Beaver Scout, not because he couldn't handle the training because he could and got bored! Trent and Tyler made it to be Cub Scouts, but Trent stopped because he got more into music while Tyler was asked to leave because of how many times he got injured.

• Harold made Venturer but then auditioned for Total Drama. He is hoping to get back to it and make Rover!

• Trent has a habit of sneaking Gwen treats from first class if his team wins. She finds it absolutely adorable and makes sure not to tell her team, but she always sneaks him thank you notes.

• When they aren't competing, the kids tend to make their own small competitions like who can do the most push up, who can hold a note the longest, who can steal something from Chris's room without him noticing. Or who can add something to his room and how long it takes for him to notice.

• Also, they bet so much, oh my god. There's a pot where they bet snacks, whatever cash they brought, favors, and secretly votes.

Next Part

[barbiesmuse]

FINE LINE. ₊˚⊹♡

;ֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָsimon riley + reader

summary: you knew it was over, in fact, it never really began. but in your heart, it was oh-so-real.

tags: introduction to a new series! there is cliffhanger smut and talk of religion but that's mostly all!

head barbie's announcements: i'm back! after a long break that was totally needed because my brain was fried!! my masterlist will be updated, this will be a series so just think of this as the backstory, anddddd that's all! kisses and hugs for u always. if this is offensive or makes anyone uncomfortable i apologize and i will take it down without a problem!! this is just an idea for a fic! if you like it maybe i'll continue! “Am I making you feel sick?”

The hate you had for Simon Riley ran deep. Before you met him you were a good girl. You went to church every Sunday, volunteered to help in youth groups, and were the Priest's daughter. It was a life filled with love, community, and toxicity. Your father had been waiting to auction you off to his favorite usher's son. Your father judged a book by its cover; unfortunately for you, that meant almost no friends.

So when a young man and his mother come to church for the first time, your father is less than thrilled. His mother was known around town, she was a sleaze. She was outgoing, boisterous, and sometimes flirty. Your father called her a jezebel, although you tried to ignore his rude comments and welcome them into the church. Simon's mother thought you were the cutest thing since Polly Pocket, although you didn't quite resemble Polly your tiny stature was often compared to her. Her son, Simon was the complete opposite. He was quiet, shy, and often never spoke. That was comforting to you, everyone in the church always had something to say, except for him. You had tried countless times to invite him to youth groups and asked him for dinner! Your father scolded you, although you didn't care what he thought of the new followers, to you they deserve all the love. Once Simon had gotten to know you more, he had liked you. You were small, and kind, and your big eyes made him groan internally. You were the perfect kind of toy for him to play with. Gullible and bashful. The more you hung around Simon the more worldly you became. Your father took notice and made sure you knew how disappointed he was. Not only did he ground and ban you from seeing your new friend, but he also forced a purity ring onto your hand. Your father was a sick man. There have been many scandals surrounding him. He simply shushed them away with money. His only way out of any bad situation. In a way, Simon reminded you of your father before the church. Loving, caring, and gentle.

You had often snuck out late at night to visit Simon. The two of you would meet up at a park called “Condamnée.” The park was a safe place for both of you. After your father had put the purity ring on you, you needed to speak to Simon. Only he could make your sweet little heart feel better. To say you felt like a sinner would be an understatement. But you couldn't help it. Simon was like a bad habit, something you kept running back to. You didn't know if it was possible to let him go, you felt like there was a strong connection between the two of you. When Simon sees the ring on your pretty finger he can't help but smirk. You looked up at him with teary eyes and he caressed your cheek gently. “You've let a silly little ring get you all worked up like this, peaches?” He would say in a condescending tone. You simply nodded with a pout. What he did next surprised you, but you couldn't ignore the wet feeling in your pink panties as he did it. He slid the ring off of your finger and took off the silver chain he wore. He slid the ring onto the chain and then clasped it around his neck. You looked at him with wide eyes and he simply chuckled. “Oh my gosh, I'm going to hell!” You said with a quiver of your lips. He chuckled and pushed you onto the bench. He bent down in front of you and kissed your ankles.

“Y'r here for a good time, not a long one peaches.” He said as he kissed up your legs. It felt wrong, it was wrong. Yet the feeling of his tongue gracing the inside of your thighs made you squirm. He looked up at you with a sinister smirk. He had his hood on so all you could see were his honey brown eyes and the skull imprint of his mask. Sick. This was sick. You tried to tell yourself to push him away, but you couldn't. He felt too good. As his tongue reached your panties he looked up at you, asking for permission. “Can I touch you, sweet girl?” He asked, you could tell he was practically praying for a yes. So of course, you gave him a soft nod. He looked up at you, the pretty little sinner in front of him. Oh, what a fucking sight.

[armandyke]

armand never went through the pivotal little girl experiences of giving his barbies fuckass haircuts and eating the rubber shoes of his polly pockets and making his sylvanian families kidnap and torture one another and I think that plays a huge part in why he's like that today

[klolz50kal-but-nothorny]

Hiiiiii, I know I've been dead for a while, but I'm back and better than ever baby!!!

Ruthie Headcanons that are just silly girly thingy

- Ruth ate polly pocket clothes as a kid.

- She also never kept clothes on her barbies... And they were also always randomly chewed on.

- Ruth definitely has some wack ass neighbor who showed her too much at a young age (not necessarily sex stuff but just stuff she was too immature for)

- Two things regarding to Ruth playing with the neighboring kids

1. Whenever they played house, she was the dog. (She loved the attention it gave her.)

2. She was playing with a couple of guys in the neighborhood. (Let's just say like Brad Callahan and Ethan or some shit.) They were playing princess, knight and dragons in Brad's tree house, Ruth was the princess, Ethan was the knight (Ruth had a crush on him), and Brad was the dragon.

All was going according to plan Ruth entered her tower, and Brad started circling the tree house, however, Ethan didn't rescue Ruth. Oh no. He watched as Brad started throwing real mud and rocks at Ruth. And then Ethan **joined in** throwing rocks and mud at Ruth.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Dollhouse 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as fear, coercion, violence, noncon/dubcon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk. 

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 

Summary: Five girls move into a shared residence for the upcoming school year but not all is as it seems. 

Characters: Jonathan Pine, Captain Syverson, Steve Abnesti, Lloyd Hansen, and Peter Parker 

This fic features five named readers; Ann, Lulu, Polly, Barbie, and Molly. This chapter features Ann and Lulu. Please note that characters may switch but will maintain second-person POV.

Note: Hello again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3 

Love you all until you can’t stand it. Take care. 💖 

You take your time unpacking. The more you think about the others, the more nervous you are. Peter’s nice enough and the others didn’t seem so bad but they’re still strangers to you. Everything about this is strange. New home, new school, new city... 

You put away the last of your clothes and unzip the smaller pockets. You put away your charging cords and the little bits and bobs tucked away. You leave your pouch of toiletries on the dresser, a mirror mounted to it, and put your straightener and curling iron beside it, adjusting them until they’re perfectly horizontal. 

You make yourself turn away before you can get hung up on the little imperfections in the wood. You pace in a full circle around the room then stop by the window. You nearly scream as an unexpected figure looks back at you. 

Steve, the security guy, looks just as surprised then laughs at himself. His eyes crinkle and he waves. You don’t know what else to do but return the gesture. You back away shyly and cross your arms. 

Maybe your dad is right. Maybe you aren’t cut out for college. It’s so confusing when he says that, he’s the one who wanted you to go so bad. 

You stop by the bed as you hear the other girls coming down the stairs. You don’t move. If you’re still enough you might just disappear. Or at least, you won’t make enough noise to remind them of your existence. 

No such luck. The knock on your door jolts you from your inaction. You don’t answer it right away. You could make an excuse. You could say you have a headache or that you’re tired. The latter isn’t entirely untrue. 

You can’t. You don’t want things to be like they were before. You can’t let yourself be the odd one out. 

You go to the door and open it. It’s one of those girls. You don’t remember her name. She has silvery purple eyeliner and glossy lips. 

“Molly, was it?” She smiles and giggles, a small flutter in her fingers as she sways. “I’m Lulu, remember?” 

“Oh, yeah,” you utter quietly. 

“We... we’re...” she looks behind her, “we’re going to make some drinks and play some ping pong--” 

“Ping pong?” The door next to yours opens, startling both you and Lulu. “I’ve been waiting for some real competition.” 

“Oh, hi, er... Peter?” 

“Luanne, right?” He counters. 

“Lulu,” she corrects, “you can come too!” 

She giggles again. It’s not really humourous, more of a brittle crackle. When she does it, she almost twitches. She’s nervous. That makes you feel a little less so. You’re not the only scared one. 

“Awesome,” Peter shuts his door, “you coming, Moll?” 

You nod, surprised by his pet name. Moll? Your dad calls you Molly Anne but you like Molly just fine. You close your door and follow Lulu as she leads the way. You’re overly aware of Peter right behind you. 

As you get to the kitchen, there’s a squeal. Barbie, the bouncy one, shakes moisture from her fingers and laughs. The other girls join her. 

“You’re making such a mess,” the other girl, you think her name was Polly, chides. 

“It ain’t fun if it ain’t messy,” Barbie chirps back then glances over at you. “Oh, there they are. Finally. We’re about to get started.” 

You smile and Lulu skips ahead. She watches Barbie as she wipes up the mess then grabs the bottle and fills the lined up shot glasses. Peter steps up beside you, his elbow brushing yours. “Tequila, huh? You girls ready to get wild?” 

“Think you can handle it?” Barbie goads. 

“You know it. How about we make it interesting?” 

“How’s that?” Barbie wonders, the other girls look between them, you included. 

“Ping pong. Losers take a shot each round.” 

“Hmm, well there’s six of us and only four paddles,” she tuts. 

“We’ll do a tournament. Three teams.” Peter suggests. 

“That works, I guess,” Barbie shrugs, “everyone in?” 

You peer around and nod as the others do the same. You don’t want to be the party pooper. You’ve never played ping pong before. 

“Dibs on Molly,” Peter nudges you with his elbow. “Ready to win, partner?” 

You peek at him and shrug, “sure, but uh, I might not be very good.” 

“I’ll take whoever,” another girl, the only one you haven’t met, says. She meets your gaze and smiles, “I’m Ann by the way.” 

“Molly,” you reply, this time remembering to do so. 

“Me and Polly will make it fair and won’t team up,” Barbie says, “how about it, Lu?” 

Lulu giggles, “alright!” 

“Guess it’s me and you,” Polly says to Ann. 

“Alright, we got our teams but we’ll do some inaugural shots first! We have to christen this place!” Barbie whoops and takes a shot glass. “Come on, everyone.” 

You don’t move until Peter does. He’s the first one, and the most eager, to join Barbie. Ann follows and Lulu’s close enough to take a glass, and Polly takes one with a trite look.  

Barbie raises her glass, “cheers.” 

You echo her and you watch the others drink before you do the same. You cover your mouth as you swallow, eyes watering, nearly choke. Lulu looks just as shocked by the sear of the alcohol and the other hiss and laugh about it. 

“Holy shit, that’s strong,” Peter slams his glass back on the counter. “You bring that, Barbs?” 

“Barbie,” she corrects him once more. “Yes, only the best.” 

“Hmm, I think it would go great with pizza,” Peter says, “my treat. How about it, girls?” 

“Pizza?” Lulu says hopefully. 

“Can’t drink on an empty stomach. Or ping pong. Trust me, you don’t wanna touch a paddle without a good meal in ya,” he snickers. 

“You’re goofy,” Barbie says, “but I am starving.” 

“Me too,” Polly agrees. 

You nod in agreement and your stomach rumbles. Peter looks at you and pats your shoulder, “Mood,” he rubs his stomach at the same time, “alright, toppings? What are thinking? Please don’t say cauliflower crust. I need real carbs in me.” 

Things are getting interesting. The first round of ping pong is almost through and the tip tap, click clack of the ball bounces over the table top. You keep your eyes on the blurry white sphere, flick your wrist as fast as you can. Peter returns each shot, the game coming down to a duel as Lulu and Molly can only watch you battle. 

A loud chime makes you falter you miss the shot. You curse and toss the paddle to the table. “No fair! The doorbell messed me up.” 

“Excuses, excuses,” Peter sneers. “Losers get the pizza!” 

“You are so lame,” you huff at him. 

“Hey, I paid.” 

You roll your eyes and spin away. Lulu sets down her paddle and follows your strut out of the room. You’re not that upset. It’s just a game and you are pretty hungry. 

You open the door to the delivery man. You nearly slam it in his face as his eyes rove up and down you. It’s no unusual, you’ve noticed Peter’s stray glances all night, but it doesn’t make it any less uncomfortable. 

“Hello,” you sing. 

“Hello,” smirks back, a bristle of a mustache over his lip. “All this for you two ladies?” 

“It’s a party,” you assure him as you reach to take the boxes. 

“Ah, exciting, getting lit?” 

You almost laugh in his face. Is he trying to be cool? You balance the boxes and he hands over the paper bag with the dips to Lulu. She thanks him and only then does he really look at her. Another leer. Ew. 

“Alright, well, have a good night, sir,” you grip the edge of the door. 

“No tip?” He challenges. 

“Um, Peter said he put one in the app,” you shrug, “sorry, but we don’t have one.” 

“Hmm, well...” he eyes you up and down again, “not for nothing I guess.” 

He winks and twists on his heel. As he strides away, you squint after him. His footfalls snag your eyes on his embossed shoes. Slowly, you shut the door before he can turn back and notice. You frown. 

“What’s wrong?” Lulu asks. 

“He... I don’t know. He just... didn’t strike me as a delivery man.” 

“It it Uber?” She asks and looks at the boxes. 

“Hmm, no receipt,” you glance down. “Guess we can ask Peter. Or, you know, it doesn’t matter.” 

You turn and head back down the hall. You suppose anyone can wear Prada loafers. You go back to the gaming room and put the boxes down. 

“Dig in!” You declare, “then time for the second round.” 

“Oh yeah,” Peter grins, “me and Molly versus Ann and Polly. You girls better watch it. She’s a beast.” 

Molly gives an awkward hum and wrings her hands. She stands back as everyone else clusters around for a slice. You use napkins, all too eager to bother with plates. Besides, you haven’t even checked the cupboards. You’ll probably have to go buy a bunch of stuff like that. That will be fun! 

“Mm, this is so good,” Ann says. “It’s been forever since I had pizza.” 

“Me too,” Molly agrees. “My dad only gets it when I get all As. Last year... well... it’ll be better second year.” 

“Second year,” you echo, “me and Polly are second year too.” 

“First,” Ann says. 

“Second,” Peter adds. 

“Third,” Lulu supplies with her trademark giggle, “you have to be third year to do exchange.” 

“Ah, makes sense,” you accept. 

The conversation dies down, replaced by eager chewing. You’re all ravenous. It isn’t until that moment that you realise how long the day’s been but you don’t want to call the night early. Not now that you’re finally back in the thick of it. 

“You didn’t do your shots,” Peter says. “You and Lulu. You lost.” 

“Oh, yeah, we’ll eat first.” 

“Right,” he says doubtfully. 

“Don’t get cocky, the night’s still young.” 

“Mhmm,” his brows flick up. 

You’re slightly irked by him. He’s friendly enough and you really can’t pick out a definitive reason why. He’s just... too much. Almost argumentative but not really aggressive. And he keeps calling your Barbs. You hate that. 

“Come on then, Lu,” you crumple the napkin around your crust, “let’s take our shots.” 

She still has a mouthful but she nods and follows you. You go around the table and take two shot glasses. You pour and push on towards your teammate. You count down and drink in tandem. She whines as she forces it down as you swig it down easily. 

You can eat your humble pie for now, but you’ll get them back in the next one. 

You bat the ball back across the table and trip, barely keeping from tumbling over. It’s late. Two at least. You’ve been at it for hours, back and forth, team versus team. You’ve lost almost every round you’ve played. 

As you stumble for the next shot, you collide with your Ann. The two of you tangle up together as Peter hollers in victory. He’s the most skilled and thus the most sober of the group. You might suspect he’s a hustler but it might just be that no one else cares enough to be good at it. 

“Game point,” Peter announces. 

“Thank god,” Ann mutters, “I can’t handle anymore.” 

“Probably a good idea,” Barbie yawns and looks at her partner. Lulu is at the table, her head in her arms as she snores. The sight of her makes your own eyelids heavier. 

“Come on, let’s just get it over with.” 

Peter smirks and tosses the ball up. He hits it with enough vim to send it bouncing high. Ann tries to swipe at it but only manages to hurl her paddle at the wall. She huffs in disappointment and you put down your own paddle. 

“Huh, kinda anticlimactic,” Peter chuckles. 

“Good game,” you say. 

“I guess,” he looks at Molly and raises his hand, “good job, Molly.” 

She slaps his palm gently, almost as if she’s afraid to touch him. You almost feel bad for Peter. He’s the only guy and everyone seems a bit awkward about that fact. Even him. You have to admit, you don’t exactly like that he’s there. It isn’t his fault but you just aren’t very comfortable around guys. 

“Anyone down for solo?” 

“Aren’t you tired of playing drunk people?” Barbie whines. 

“Pour me a shot, Barbz, I can win fair and square,” he challenges. 

“Barbie,” she snips back for probably the dozenth time. 

“I think...” you rub your eyes, “I’m going to hit the hay. I’m dead on my feet.” 

“Me too,” Ann slurs, “um, I’ll clean up the empty boxes first.” 

“Leave em for the morning,” Barbie stands and waves her off. 

“I don’t mind,” Ann insists. 

“I can help,” Molly offers. 

The two of them gather up the empty boxes and Barbie gently shakes Lulu awake. The poor thing snorts as she sits up too fast and nearly tips out of her seat. Barbie tries to get her up and you go over to help. 

“I think maybe she shoulda done half shots,” Barbie says. 

“Yeah, maybe,” you agree. 

“She can sleep in my room. I’ll make sure she’s okay,” your friend offers. 

“Good idea.” 

“Boo, we’re in college. Come on, let’s pull an all nighter,” Peter says. 

“Pfft,” Barbie scoffs as you as good as carry Lulu between you, “I save those for studying,” 

“Same,” you laugh thinly. 

“Hmm, well, it was fun I guess,” Peter mutters. “How about a rematch tomorrow?” 

“Maybe,” Barbie dismisses. “I think we all need to sleep. We got a lot to do around here.” 

“Speak for yourself,” Peter says, “I’m spending tomorrow evening out my tan. Once winter’s here, I’ll be as pasty as a ghost.” 

His humour fails to laid on the group of drunk and exhausted girls. You help Barbie with Lulu as Ann and Molly fold the cardboard boxes and carry them into the kitchen. You struggle to get the sleepy girl upstairs and Ann catches up to you as you hear Molly squeak out a good night. 

As much fun as that was, you’re going to hate spending your first morning in the house hungover. 

[jonsahater4live]

what each of the stark kids used to play with as children:

jon&robb: hardcore lego children, they always payed together lego ninjago and would never let out an episode. they watched it together every evening on toggo. they also loved lego starwars but because catelyn forbade them watching it they listened to the audios of it on cd and read every starwars book in they’re city library

sansa: she had lots of different play tings, barbie, lego friends, dolls, schleich, polly pocket and silvainian family but her favourite thing was playmobiel, she had the big house and all the sets for inside. she and jeanie would watch together family vogel on youtoube (shout out to the germans) and tried to play the storylines out with sansas sets. and also they hated family houser

arya: when she was younger sansa would force her to play dolls, but after time arya tried to play with jon and robb. they didnt let her play with them because she would destroy theyre “battle strategy” from the stormtroopers, so her hyper fixation became dinos! she would have every dino figure you could think of and she would tell you about every single one of them, she had dino tshirts and a dino rainsuit like this:

bran: was an outdoor kid, but after he “fell” he started playing minecraft and since then is extremly fascinated by it.

rickon: nerf. but then bren was in the coma no one had time for him and his nerf guns so he got an ipad to play a little bit roblox but since then no one has seen him without it. catelyn is deeply ashamed that she made an ipad kid.

theon: played with his brothers water bording, he was the victim. once asked his father to play dolls with him and asha, he hit him

[yourtoocleverfox]

12 Days of Christmas| Day Two

The Hunt for Holiday Barbie

Day Two: "I thought you knew where you were going?!"

Across The Spiderverse: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,170

Part of the @12daysofchristmas challenge!

“I thought you knew where you were going?!”

“I do, I do! Just…hang on a sec.”

You stopped walking under the awning of some random business to take a look at the GPS map on my phone. It should be right here! Right? You glanced around to see if you could spot the store now that you weren’t pushing your way through the holiday crowd. Through the sea of coat-clad bodies, Nueva York’s shopping district shone like the big, bright Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center. You stood on your toes and squinted in every direction, but not a single sign nor display pointed toward the shop you needed to find.

“Isn’t that a toy store right there?”

Miguel was leaning far too casually against the stone wall next to you. It was like he had no sense of urgency about him. He took a long sip from the steaming paper cup in his hand before nodding in the direction of one of the glowing storefronts.

“There’s a toy store right there, and we passed like five on the way here. Why can’t we just go into one of those?”

You closed your eyes and released a long sigh. It’s not his fault. He doesn’t understand how important this is. When you opened your eyes again and looked up at him, he had the nerve to be smirking.

“Miguel,” you started slowly, as if talking to a child. His smile grew frustratingly wider.

“This Barbie doll is currently sold out in all but one store in this godforsaken hellscape of a city. Yes, I could order it online. No, I will not be doing that again because the last two times I’ve tried, they sent me the wrong item. Twice!  So, pretty please with everything on top, help me find this store so that I can get my Holiday Barbie and be done with this stupid search.”

“Can I say just one thing?”

The mischievous glint in his eye was maddening. You could only imagine the sarcastic, condescending comment he had at the ready. He'd already made it clear from the start that he thought this little quest was a ‘waste of time’ and an example of consumerism ‘at its worst’. But to you, it was clear that he simply didn't understand the overwhelming pride of seeing one of those beautiful collector dolls adorning his mantel during the Christmas season. If he did, he wouldn’t be participating in this borderline scrooge-like behavior.

But…he was here, and sort of helping, so you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, just this one time.

“Okay, fine. Just one thing, because we have to get moving before stores start closing.”

You clasped your hands together in front of you and put on your very best ‘I’m listening’ face.

“Okay, I’m ready. Hit me with it.”

Miguel pushed off the wall and looked down at you with a serious expression. “You’re looking for Polly’s Play Emporium, right?”

You nodded once. “Mmhm. The one and only.”

“Right, so can you tell me what this sign says?” He used his paper cup to point in the direction of a little square placard on the wall beside us. “This one, right here.”

You squinted at him but begrudgingly did as he asked because there was absolutely no way he was going to show you anything of relevance. Not a single chance at all.

“What does that say?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

The sign read Polly’s Play Emporium in tiny, tacky font. Un-freaking-believable.

You folded my arms over your chest, indignant. “You were standing in front of it. That’s why I didn’t see.”

“I’ve been standing in this same spot the entire time,” he laughed.

“Well, you know what? Maybe their sign should be bigger.” You shoved your phone into your coat pocket and glared at the storefront. “This doesn’t even look like a toy store on the outside.”

“Polly’s Play Emporium sounds like an adult store.”

You gave him a look and he smirked.

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing. Are you sure they were advertising a Barbie doll and not a different kind of doll?”

“Miggy, shut up.” He was annoying, but you couldn’t help laughing a little at the idea that this whole search would end in whips and latex. “That would be hilarious.”

“Well, now I’m dying to go inside.” He pulled open the door and a little bell jingled. “After you.”

It was not a sex shop. It wasn’t really a toy store either. It was more of a hobby shop that had clearly seen better days. You were surprised that it was still in business being as unassuming as it was with all the vibrant, flashy shops surrounding it. The little old man that ran the shop seemed eager to have someone looking to buy, or at least someone to talk to. He led you both around and showed you all sorts of knick knacks and trinkets before finally stopping at a wall display.

“Here she is.” The little old man pulled the box from the shelf. She was beautiful, dressed in scarlet tulle with golden shimmer in her hair, Holiday Barbie shone in all of her Christmas perfection. 

“Here you are, sweetheart.” He passed the box to you, and you took it from him with reverence.

“Thank you so much. She’s perfect.”

“Now, if you two’ll meet me at the register, I think I may have something you’d like to see.”

Without waiting for a response, the man shuffled off in the direction of the back room.

You turned to look at Miguel. “Check it out! She’s so beautiful.”

Miguel laughed softly and dropped a kiss on the top of your head. “You’re beautiful.”

At the front of the store, you and Miguel waited for the shop owner to return to the counter with whatever he’d gone to retrieve. When he came into view, he was carrying another box in his arms, but the contents of the box were unclear.

“Now, young lady,” the man began as he came to stand behind the counter. He sat the box down and curled his fingers around the lid. “Would you like to have a look at what I found hiding in my back room?”

“Yes,” you said immediately, ignoring the fact that with how he’d worded his question, this could, in fact, be very creepy.

He lifted the lid off the box to reveal a smaller doll box inside.

You gasped. “Is that a vintage Holiday Barbie?!”

“It is,” the shopkeeper chuckled. “She’s been back there for ages after years of not selling out front. I figured this would be something you’d be interested in. So? What do you think?”

The doll was perfect. She was housed in her original box that was a little worn with age, but everything else about her was pristine and untouched. She was absolutely stunning.

“Is she for sale now?” You asked the question but then wondered if you even should have bothered. The modern dolls were expensive enough, but the vintage dolls you’d seen online were sometimes worth over a hundred dollars. If this man quoted you a price like that, there was no way you could even consider taking her home.

“Hmm,” the old man hummed. “I’d wager a doll like this could go for an awful lot.”

You felt your heart sink and your expression was probably a picture of disappointment because the man’s eyes softened. “But I think I could part with her for twenty bucks.”

“Really?!”

It felt like something out of a movie, a cheesy network TV Christmas movie that was very lame, but super wholesome in the end. You took the shop owner up on his offer, after all there was no way you would ever come across a deal like that again. When you went to give him his money for both of the dolls, Miguel beat you to the punch and handed the man his card instead.

“An early Christmas present,” he’d said.

Beyond grateful, you thanked him, and you thanked the man as well for his incredibly generous deal. With both dolls carefully tucked away in their gift bag, you exited the store back onto the bustling street.

“Are you satisfied now that you’ve got your beloved Holiday Barbie?” Miguel asked as the two of you began walking in the direction of home.

“Oh my gosh, yes! I can’t believe how lucky today was. After everything I’d gone through to get this doll, I honestly didn’t think it would work out, but it did!”

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy.”

You reached for Miguel’s hand with your free one. “Thanks again for—”

Just then, someone passing by in the crowd slammed into your shoulder, knocking you into Miguel’s side. Before you realized what was happening, you felt your bag with your precious dolls being ripped away from your grasp.

No…FREAKING…way! 

“My dolls! Come back here!”

Without thinking, you took off in the direction the person had run off with your shopping bag. You heard Miguel shout something after you, but you ignored him. This guy was not getting away with your vintage Barbies.

The thief took a turn down an alleyway that was bisected by a low brick wall. He tossed your bag over the wall (really?!) then scaled it himself, balancing on the edge before lowering himself from view to the other side. And because you was not an action movie heroine, you just stood there staring after him, panting and out of breath.

Why?! Why was this happening? Out of all the things on your person that he could have stolen, it had to be the dolls? Be so serious! This was like a cosmic prank. What had you done in a past life to deserve this torture?

You leaned over with your hands on your knees, slowly catching your breath and contemplating the horrible sins you must have committed to deserve this, when your phone vibrated in your pocket. You dug your phone out of your coat and looked at the screen. It was Miguel. He was probably calling to find out where you’d run off to after you’d left him in the crowd. You answered, fully expecting a lecture about running off after petty criminals for useless toys.

“Hey,” You sighed into the phone. “I’m sorry I ran off, and before you say anything, yes, I’m well aware of how dangerous that was.”

“Good, I’m glad you know. Do you want your dolls back?”

You frowned. “What do you mean? That guy took them. He climbed a freaking wall to get away from me. I don’t know where he went.”

“Did you forget that your boyfriend is literally Spiderman?”

Oh. Right.

“Wait, did you get him!?” You felt yourself getting excited, but you wanted to be sure.

“Mmhmm. I did. He’s not thrilled about it, but that’s between him and the cops.”

“Miguel, thank you so much!”

“It’s no problem. Meet me at the park, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a sec.”

You ended the call and returned your phone to your pocket. Miguel was waiting in the park, and he’d managed to get your dolls back from that idiot thief! This was a rollercoaster of a day, but hopefully things had leveled off and you could go home without further incident. You navigated the streets until you reached the park about two blocks away.

Just to the side of the entrance, a small crowd had gathered to gawk at something dangling from a tree. You looked to see what they were staring at as you walked by. Wound tightly in glowing red webbing, the thief that snatched your dolls hung upside down like a shiny red tree ornament. Good. Let all of his blood rush to his head. It’s what he deserves.

You found Miguel standing by the fountain underneath one of the park lights.

“Did you see my handy work?” He grinned, as you closed the distance to him.

“I did. You should consider a career in performance art.” You smiled and stood on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Of course, and I think I have something of yours.” He pulled your bag from behind his back where he’d been hiding it. It looked no worse for wear despite that little adventure it’d gone on.

“Miguel O'Hara, I think you’ve made my whole year.”

“Hmm, raising the standard for next year, are you? I like a challenge.”

You reached for the bag, but he held it just out of reach.

“I think I’d better keep a hold on this, just until we get home.”

As much as you hated it, he was probably right. 

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and dropped a kiss on the top of your head. “Let’s get you home, amor.”

Together you walked out of the park into the ever-bustling Nueva York night.

A/N: Thanks for reading!!

[queenbeehistoria]

sweet girl — historia's daughter

notes | i was having brain rot about historia's daughter. she is actually so adorable, and i find it a crime that there is barely anything about her. this is yumihisu centre as well. and to make things for fun, this is set in the 2000s. my girl is an early 2000s baby.

tip: the underline means a link :)

historia named her baby girl after her half-sister, freida.

ymir didn't come around until freida was three. ymir "can't stand kids" but the second freida comes up to her, ymir is so quick to play with her

freida was a barbie girl. she got anything barbie related. ymir tried to get her a bratz doll, but freida kept trying to eat the shoes.

she couldn't get polly pockets either because she tried to eat the clothes on multiple occasions.

one in a million is historia and freida's song. whenever freida's upset, historia just turns that song on & starts singing to her.

my girl is ymir & freida's song.

until the end of time is THEIR SONG. ymir and freida would be dancing to it & then historia comes in to check up on them. ymir just gets all soft and dances with her two favorite girls

ymir dances with her in the living room singing my girl, and the biggest smile comes across freida's face

miss freida was SPOILED.

freida would point at something & ymir would be like "you not getting that." (she is)

historia would just ask freida why she wants it before getting it for her

do NOT separate that girl from her momma

freida will scope the scenery & if she do not see blonde hair & blue eyes, she will start crying

eren, mikasa, and armin babysat freida. this girl do not like eren. eren pick her, she don't even cry. she just gives him this mean ass stank eye. she basically be telling him "put me tf down" in babbles

she's okay with mikasa because they have tea parties & play dolls.

when the eremikamin first babysat freida, she started crying like twenty mins in because she started to realize her mom wasn't there. eren & mika tried to calm her down but nothing was working. freida looked at armin, stopped crying, and just ran to him like "mama!"

the same thing happened when the titan trio watched over her.

berth makes her feel like a giant whenever he puts her on his shoulders. playing wise: she likes bertholdt the most. she always asks for ups when she's with him

THIS GIRL CANNOT STANDDD REINER

freida would be talking in her toddler speech but when reiner even brings his big ass hands near her to pick her up, you'll hear the clearest "NO!"

and when she lets him pick her up, she starts crying immediately and doesn't stop until he puts her down.

eren gets the stank eye, reiner gets the stank face. he can't play with her or nothing. like he would try to play dolls with her and she would snatch them away. she do not like that man 😭

freida starts crying because her mom isn't there. annie comes out of her room & freida sees her. she immediately sprints to annie saying "mommy!"

annie confused as fuck because she is not this girl's mom but she goes along with her.

freida is literally a parrot. people have to watch what they say around her because she WILL repeat it if it sounds like something fun to say. so, historia & ymir try not to curse around her

connie did NOT catch the memo. he was watching freida with sasha & connie. funny enough, she lasts longer & with the trio that doesn't have blonde hair or blue eyes. like they're her favorite.

connie said: "you were an ugly ass baby, but you're adorable now." freida smiled and yelled out "UGLY ASS!" over and over.

when freida learns a new word, she just repeats it over and over. like that word is on loop. so connie had this baby yelling 'ugly ass' on repeat

sasha tried to distract her by asking her to say words like flower, puppy, etc. it lasted for like three seconds before freida started cursing again.

connie accidentally said fuck & shit. freida looked at him before spamming "FUCK SHIT!" jean was stressed out.

they managed to get her to stop the cursing. historia & ymir come home & everything seems fine. historia picks freida up. it's fine until freida looks at historia & goes "mommy, mommy! FUCK SHIT!"

levi, hange, and erwin is freida's least favorite babysitters. hange is fun but she loses freida all the time.

levi & erwin will have her watching crashbox ALL DAY. crashbox is fun but when you watch it all day, every day? and they be having her watch them pbs documentaries too. just education all damn day. like why are you trying to teach toddler multiplication.

babysitting chronicles aside, freida had princess themed bday parties.

like i said, my girl was spoiled so she had them big, poofy dresses with the big ass cake too.

bday parties was the only time freida allowed reiner to come over and be around her. still not allowed to pick her up though.

freida does this thing where if historia & ymir don't like something, SHE doesn't like them either.

the whole reason why freida doesn't like reiner is because ymir doesn't like reiner. and it's the same thing with eren. all ymir said was "i don't like eren that much." freida's mind said fuck eren too.

freida had those big ass barbie dream houses as a kid. she had the trailer too.

freida also had one of those cup things where you could put food in it

ymir tried teaching her spanish. freida only knows a couple words.

freida wanted to be like hitch growing up. miss dreyse was literally the girl with the apple bottom jeans & the boots with the fur. she had that shit ONNNN

when she met hitch for the first time & she wore a pink juicy tracksuit, freida knew who she was at young age

hitch gave freida makeovers all the time

and she brought her toys. them barbies was dressed DOWN.

freida got hella outfits but when ymir dresses her, she got her out here looking like fucking soulja boy.

ymir & historia was freida's first introduction to love. seeing them just be in love was special to freida. she always thought her mom deserved the love she seen in the movies, a fairytale love. freida had never historia more happier than when she's with ymir. that alone made freida believe in true love.

[transmutationisms]

Her first task: assemble a team of development executives to rummage through Mattel’s toy chest and identify I.P. that could be fodder for Hollywood studios. Mattel would help match properties with writers, actors, and directors; studios would provide all the funding. The brands, and audiences’ familiarity with them, were their own form of currency. Brenner told me, “In the world we’re living in, I.P. is king. Pre-awareness is so important.”

[...]

The gamble now looks like a smart one. The hyper-saturated trailers for “Barbie” have sparked endless memes, and interest in the film’s aesthetic sensibility, which mimics the look of Mattel play sets, is so intense that the hashtag #Barbiecore trended on TikTok for months. The movie, which opens in mid-July, is tracking to be one of the blockbusters of the summer. Meanwhile, Mattel has amassed a long slate of other projects. Daniel Kaluuya, for example, has agreed to produce a feature about Barney, the purple dinosaur. Thirteen more films have been publicly announced, including movies about He-Man and Polly Pocket; forty-five are in development. (Some of the projects have an ouroboros quality. Tom Hanks is supposed to star in “Major Matt Mason,” which will be based on an astronaut action figure that has been largely forgotten, except for the fact that it helped inspire Buzz Lightyear—one of the protagonists of Pixar’s “Toy Story” franchise.)

Barber told me that Mattel had figured out how to “engage with filmmakers in a friendly way.” Gerwig, meanwhile, was looking to move beyond the small-scale dramas she was known for. “Greta and I have been very consciously constructing a career,” Barber explained. “Her ambition is to be not the biggest woman director but a big studio director. And Barbie was a piece of I.P. that was resonant to her.”

[...]

Talk turned to a few recent pitches that had surprised the team. “Somebody just asked me about Bass Fishin’, which is, like, a toy fishing rod,” Bassin said. The pitch was for an “intense sports drama about this cheating scandal in competitive fishing”—an attempt, it seemed to me, to Trojan-horse a story that the writer actually wanted to tell into a conceit that might be green-lighted.

After the meeting, McKeon told me that it was possible to incorporate complex characters and emotions into toy-based properties, though not every brand could support mature themes. “Thomas the Tank Engine isn’t going on a bender with his friends,” he said. But “Major Matt Mason” could be reimagined as a “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”-esque drama for adults: “It’s prestige-y and asks really pointed questions about life and our place in the universe.” He went on, “Our top priority is to make really good movies—movies that matter, and that make a cultural footprint. Our second priority is to make sure that we do no disservice to the brands.”

found this article helpful in contextualising the medium piece that’s been circulating on here