#something something barbie doll mobility

[barbaradoll]

something about the majority of the dance party choreography being arm based

[abyssmalice]

(sits in my office chair vibrating

please offer ur muses to my tonis. i would like them to have........... Friends... !! or new siblings. actually new siblings bc they deserve all the found and real families ever)

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

what if a mimic wanted to go from off-brand barbie doll to gundam? how easy would the process be?

If the mimic isn't already good enough at shapeshifting to just glance at something and take on its form, it'll have to find a pre-existing body like a doll and "assimilate" it until the body is converted into the same "stuff" they're made of, and is now under their control. From there it's as hard as relearning how to move, walk, talk, etc, not unlike learning how to use a prosthetic limb after losing the old one, but for the whole body. With time, the body gains the mimic's weird properties, like being able to heal, express itself in more life-like ways, or "load" and "unload" things like their accessories. Finally, the body becomes something more original, and finalizes into a proper new form.

It kinda goes by Undertale Ghost logic, where you gotta find something you prefer and just slowly adapt to being in it. If a mimic is determined enough, it'll make it work anyway. On average, mimics that aren't good at shapeshifting may take a week to get 65% mobile in a drastically different form, but months or even years to reach 99%. If a mimic Craves a new form, it's usually much faster. Some mimics can "cheat" by just undergoing this time within a dream, but real life experience tends to be more reliable.

A barbie-esque mimic would have to account for the drastically different body type and mobility if it wanted to be a Gundam, but I could see them getting those weapon systems online in like a month if they craved Violence and War (which is bad).

[misseviehyde]

PINK CINEMA

"No... you can't go and see Oppenheimer with your male friends, you're coming to see Barbie with me.

Oh, I know we've already seen it once, but we're going to watch it again... and again... and again... and again!

Aren't you excited? Don't you love how it feels to be in a cinema surrounded by pretty girls and their broken boyfriends? Don't you love wearing pink and letting Barbie wash over you?

Yes... that's right. You MUST wear pink when you sit with me and the girls. Ohhhh don't worry, I have a spare pink Barbie boob-tube like this one you can wear. You'll look so hot in it.

I have lots of other pink things too. How would you like to wear one of my pink thongs? I usually wear them for my boyfriend.

No... I don't see you as a Ken, you should be a Barbie like me and the other girls. In fact - I have something else pink you could wear. Did I show you the pink chastity cage I bought? I was waiting for the right boy to use it on and now I realise it's you!

Mmmmmmh won't it be hot, sitting in the cinema next to me and my friends all caged up and leaking like a little beta-sissy? I want you all crushed and cute as we watch the movie. I want that dick beaten into submission so you don't feel masculine anymore.

Awwwww I know you think you're one of the boys, but you really aren't are you? That's why you're going to let Barbie brain wash you again and again and release your true self.

Once we've seen the movie like a hundred times, you won't even remember why you resisted. You'll just accept that you're a hot pink fem-boy.

Hehe we'll have you in a pink mini-skirt sucking cock by the fiftieth time you see the film. If we're lucky the screening will be on at the same time as Oppenheimer. You could see your friends at the cinema and show them what a good little slut you are becoming.

Now let's get you dressed up to go. Hand over your mobile phone and go up to my bedroom to get caged. I'm going to give you a new SIM card which means you can only message me and the girls. We're gonna have so much to talk about after the movie and you don't wanna miss it.

Oooh I can't wait to watch the movie again. It's so much fun, especially now I'm bringing my very own Barbie doll!"

[silver-stargazing]

Everyone is rightfully celebrating the appearances of Barbies using mobility aids and prosthetics in the Barbie film but I've got to say: I really love that the movie can be read as a woman having a later-in-life disability and ultimately embracing the changes that come with having a disability.

As the film progresses, Stereotypical Barbie loses control over her legs and feet, develops cellulite (a common sign of aging, something which, under some models of disability, is considered a disability), and begins to experience intrusive thoughts as well as anxiety and depression, all common invisible disabilities.

When consulting Doctor Barbie and her friends, they all say she's malfunctioning and encourage her to get help which, speaking as someone with epilepsy, I can't count the number of times professional medical doctors have called my body "malfunctioning". Like a worn down piece of computer hardware.

When seeking outside help, she finds a tight-knit commune of other "malfunctioning" Barbies which includes:

Weird Barbie, who has a leg-control disability and constantly has to find places to lean against for support

Video Girl Barbie, whose physical appearance is considered unsettling to the other Barbies

Teen Talk Barbie, probably the most famous Barbie doll with a voice but almost completely mute during the film

Weird Barbie also encourages her to get help but not for the societal conformity reasons that the other Barbies had. She wants Stereotypical Barbie to get help because having intrusive thoughts of death is not healthy and she genuinely cares about her well-being (even though she previously called her "weird" both behind her back and to her face). 

While the starting point of her journey may have been to find a cure to her disabilities, by the end of the film, Stereotypical Barbie is able to accept the changes to her body by rejecting the perfect plastic body and fully committing to an inherently flawed human body.

I just dig the heck out of her storyline and how it shows how other disabled people can support each other on their paths of self-discovery.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Heyyy!! Do u think u can write a Jax x Reader and zooble x reader (both separate) headcanons whose appearance in the digital circus is almost like a Barbie doll? Srry if this is hard to understand but what I mean is a reader who’s very fashionable, wears mostly pink everyday and also shows up with a new outfit everyday, has every single job occupation ever, room is probably a resemblance to Barbie’s dream house, just Barbie things. Sorry if this is too much!

Jax and Zooble x barbie doll!reader

Was gonna answer this earlier but then I started playing roblox LMAO

Anyways written on mobile, I hope you enjoy anon!

Also I know absolutely nothing about barbie, never watched any of the movies or shows

Need to watch the barbie movie still

JAX:

I think that he would think fashion is dumb.. dont get me wrong I dont think he would be too mean when poking fun at you for your interest.. but theres definitely some level of teasing. Take that as you will. Probably tries to bring up the most obscure and random jobs ever to try to catch you without an outfit or qualifications for it.. is absolutely flabbergasted when you still have experience. I think he might also tease you for being obsessed with pink, which is funny since his overalls are.. pink..

ZOOBLE:

Unlike jax, zooble doesnt make any comments about your style or interests. Sure it's not for them and they're not going to be much help if you ask them for any input on an outfit... but they do listen to you talk about your likes! Their voice may sound disinterested but rest assured, they're very much invested! I think sometimes they have to do a double take when you just. Spontaneously change outfits. Probably never gets used to it... I think it someone (jax) ever says something about your style or interests they would stand up for you

[subaerial-dweller]

OK it's been 2 seconds since the last one I'm still going, writing isn't working drawing is unreliable so here are my thoughts/headcanons/ideas about Generation Loss Episode 2!

PART TWO: AD BREAKS

So it's not a character I want to talk about but it's related to a character we all know and love: Squiggles. You know through the episodes where he just pops up and gives little comments about what's going on? I was watching Episode 2 yesterday, and one of Squiggle's little things made me go "oh this is certainly an Idea".

"If you're on mobile, buy a computer! Ha ha."

So I was thinking, what if some of the other comments led into little sponsored ad breaks, or TSE merch? For The World watching, I understand it's not us (because we live in a world where Ranboo is aLive and well *sobs*), but the world of Genloss, what if they got ads? They're all sitting down together watching TV with their dinners on their laps, and then Squiggles comes dancing across the screen just before the puzzle is completed (for context, this was when the audience was solving a puzzle to get GL!Niki and GL!Sneeg through the pipe maze). And everyone's enthralled, they're like oh wow they've almost made it, and Squiggles comes and goes "If you're on mobile, buy a computer! *brand name* laptops available now for 10% off if you call today, at 1800-RANBOO, I repeat, 1800-RANBOO! Now right back to Generation Loss, the Social Experiments!"

(I tried to get the 1800 number to be GENLOSS but it has too many letters)

If I could animate, and I really would like to learn just so I can do this, I would make Squiggles do his little thing, and advertise his products. Like when GL!Ranboo is cutting open GL!Slime, he goes "so that's why he's called Slimecicle!" And then, what if he launches into a toy ad targeted at kids for the Operation set of Slimecicle, as pictured in Generation Loss, for only $49.99! Like they have all these little ads, and they're so annoying for the viewer except all of them are so enthralling, so you have houses of Genloss merchandise and sponsored materials, little figurines of all the characters (Slimecicle's comes in an operating bed, and you can get the merry-go-round for an additional 20 bucks). And all of the boxes have Squiggles there in the corner, smiling and saying something either directly related to the product, or a very generic Showfall Media merch tagline.

It's sick and twisted, because you can buy all these things that are so messed up. I'm only thinking about Episode 2 right now, so I won't even go into Episode 3. But like, you can get Frank, and the figurine of Sneeg has a removable hat, and for the clothes room set you get all these customisable options with wigs and shoes and everything. You can get the revolving door that killed GL!Ethan, and it comes with fake blood! Slime kits that turn red if you download a certain mobile app, for an additional cost.

Once again, this post has evolved from "sponsorship and merch" to "fucked up action figures", but there .you go. I just really like the idea of having brightly coloured lumps of plastic designed for kids and megafans with too much money, but it's about the most fucked up things aspects of the show. But it's all haha funny and haha children, and it's a plague. It's everywhere. Target, Toyworld, supermarkets. Like Barbie or Hotwheels, it's one of the big brands. You can get Lego sets where you get two versions of Ranboo's mask. Screaming face Charlie, and happy normal "duude" Slimecicle. It's all plastic, it's all fake as fuck, but the kids love it, the adults love it, it's so marketable and they have Christmas editions, Halloween editions, and maybe ONE edition for some other holiday that doesn't have strictly Christian roots, for the media's sake. "Showfall Media Displays Diversity In Popular New Doll". Just so no one can say they're not inclusive.

[lemonsilly]

WAAAAGHH!!! YAYAYYYYYY!!!! I have spent the last like six years thinking about this man. I play with him like a doll. Apocalypse stuff,,,,, waaaughh. and john crocker?? working with corporate interests/rebellion and trying to feel out a relationship. writing something really good right now with d/john crocker. and alpha davekat?? where they're both dilfs? i mean come on. i'm not a hs2 guy and i avoid it as much as possible but captain karkat is an exception and i want him to be a rebellion leader combining troll forces with alpha strilonde's mobilized human resources in a wartime setting. like. there's so much to do.

-KD

anon i accidentally wrote too much heres a read more :sob:

tw for drugs anon i hope you dont get the ick from me /j

YIPPEEEEE YES!!!!!!!!! OHHH YESSSS APOCALYPSE STUFFF YESS OMGGGG OHH GODDD i love alpha davejohn so much i litearlly play with them like barbie dolls!!!! i love kinda putting them in a hollywood setting too bc idk im a huge bojack horseman fan and i kind of love playing with celebrity aus esp if you combine the fact that dave is going against a literal Alien Regime (granted most of it is subliminal but its like . enough to kinda piss off the condesce so he always has to have a target on his back kind of .

when i write a!dave i kinda take the approach of how no-game versions of yourself come out very flawed, as the game is supposed to improve yourself as a person and if you dont play the game, fate is kinda just not good to ur personhood. (ie dirk becoming bro is the biggest contender for this but i feel as if this also counts for jake, roxy, and maybe a little jane but i really need to reread the comic a third time to be confident in that statement .. i think this is a bit different for the trolls, however, as the ancestors are much more glorious who knows maybe its bc we dont rly know them? but then again w/ the dancestors (and ig the guardians) theres just this overall theme of "not knowing ur parents (whether that be troll or human)")

ANYWAY TANGENT ASIDE i really think that alpha dave would be a very flawed person, i can see him kind of getting caught up in that hollywood glory especially since i'd kind of view him as a bit attention-seeking, really wanting to be seen as like hollywood's darling and he puts on a cool, nonchalant, funny, charismatic front (knight moment!!) to achieve that (pretty much most previously tumblr favorite male celebrities that fell off, i think). god i could really go into detail but it would make this post WAY longer than it already is

so like my interpretation is like. this dilfy egotistical needy guy who PROBABLY does coke on the regular because of course . ugh i wish i had a good interpretation of my ver of alpha dave, i TECHNICALLY have this comic that has been kinda abandoned since i lost the login in for it (it was a twitter account "interactive comic" series, however be warned bc its my old writing style AND THE ART IS SO BAD and tbh its soooo cringy ughhh i cant believe i thought that was a good idea im crying ... it does have a tumblr though so maybe i can continue it there and just try to save it lol heres the tumblr link )

BUT ON THE GOOD SIDE OF HIM THOUGH i definitely think he does have good virtues, and wants to like. fight off the regime, hes very adamant on that and his efforts to save earth from HIC's colonization are very noble (again, hes a knight, knights are there to protect !! its in his blood!). so its kind of a mixed bag of him like trying to sustain his career while also fighting - at least subtly - against HIC. i can imagine like the weeks or so leading up to his death he began to get a bit more vocal about it, whether that was bc he was gearing up to fucking kill her and her government or maybe impulsivity? who knows.

i do think from the start though, HIC tries to sabotage both his and rose's careers because she knows what theyre up to and she Does Not Like It. and i feel like thats kinda where John comes into play, bc while i KNOWWW canon john crocker broke away from his mother and did his own thing, i think itd be rly interesting if John sort of enters Dave's life as a way to get him off course BUT IT BACKFIRES SO FAST bc johns overall a nice guy and also lowkey wants to kiss this FREAK so he kinda has to balance his mothers approval, the crocker company, and so on. its especially hard bc jades gone atp so basically ever since he was a kid he kinda only had himself so hes like UMm. Ummm. Hm. and thats why i kinda portray him to be a lil evil too in my A!JD interpretations not bc he is evil but more bc hes kinda following both corporate interests and his mothers orders

AS FOR DAVEKAT im not rly a davekat girlie myself but i do adore your vision KD, GOD i love it so much and i can imagine karkat and dave's views of how to go aghainst this regime both differing and it causes lots of bickering and fightings. and sloppy makeouts

SORRY FOR THIS TANGENT i just rly love talking abt alpha dave hes my little guy

[crowtrobotx]

A small Christmas gift for @vodkafolie who is AMAZING and always drawing such beautiful things that I can never repay because toddlers with chewed up crayons put me to shame. But I can write stupid little unfunny drabbles - I hope you enjoy your little Across the Heisenverse gift! ❤️ I am smashing our OCs together like Barbie dolls and making them be friends. 😤

(Hazel and Toast belong to Vodka, Lottie and Kris belong to me)

Title: Metal & Ginger

Words: 1742

Warnings: None unless you’re not cool with cursing

(Apologies for any weird formatting, I am on mobile and fighting for my life)

“Are they still having a go at it out there?”

“Yep. Looks like my Karl took a snowball to the face… yours lost his hat somewhere. Haven’t killed each other yet, though.”

“Think we should intervene?”

“Nope.”

“Good - me neither.”

Kris smirked and turned away from the frosty kitchen window, fresh coffee in one hand and tea in the other. Hazel sat cross legged on the living room floor, roaring fire to her back, lightly biting her tongue as her focus returned to the task at hand: the already huge and growing larger by the second gingerbread house occupying half of the coffee table. She was so engrossed in perfecting the details of the immaculate candy garden she’d made that Kris had half a mind to offer her a spare pair of tweezers to help ensure not a single sprinkle was out of place. It was a damn shame that the thing would be eaten and destroyed within seconds of the Karls returning.

The Karls. Kris shuddered. It was a horrifying phrase, one that had Hazel not been present to corral her own diabolically insane engineer might have finally sent Kris to the loony farm. Kris had grown so used to totally unhinged happenings that when, earlier that same morning, she’d stepped outside to see if Karl was done in the garage and ready for the Mom Mandated Family Holiday Activity Day only to find a swirling dimensional portal in her backyard along with a slightly differently dressed Heisenberg swearing at the top of his lungs and a very exhausted woman holding an overly perturbed chicken, she’d barely reacted. She only rolled her eyes and gestured for the woman to come inside from the cold with her bird, leaving the two men to hurl accusations at one another over whose experiment exactly had gone wrong and who exactly was responsible for the tear in time and space that would surely have the city sending them a strongly worded letter.

And here they were, several hours later, having a fine time, thank you very much.

“Lottie, bug, are you sure you don’t want any more hot chocolate?” Kris turned her attention to her nearby daughter once she’d settled down comfortably on the floor across from Hazel.

Lottie, positioned at the head of the coffee table, only shook her head. She was staring with a sort of frenzied, wide eyed fascination at the chicken, who sat puffed up behind the gingerbread house like an overly critical construction overseer. Pinky the rat peeked out of her overalls pocket, content to mindlessly chew on his hard boiled egg snack - something that Kris was almost certain had come from the bowl in the fridge labeled “for Christmas - DO NOT EAT,” but that was a battle she simply did not have the energy for today.

Hazel paused her meticulous sugar powdering along the candy floss hedges to lay a gentle hand on Lottie’s shoulder. Kris found herself admiring the floral embroidery on her jacket again, wondering when the best time to unleash the full madness of her own fiber art habit on her new friend might be and how many extra sweaters and scarves she could convince the woman to leave with.

“Lottie, I’m sorry, this must be very strange for you. Seeing your Papa argue with his, er…. clone. I promise they’ll get it sorted soon and this will all just be a funny memory.”

At last, Lottie seemed to snap from her poultry hypnosis and looked at Hazel with a sort of profound confusion. “It’s not weird,” she insisted. “Papa fights people all the time. He fought the neighbor because he brought Mama some soup when she was sick. He fought the grocery store cashier because he said Mama’s outfit was nice. He tried to fight the mailman last week because he waved at Mama too long while walking by—“

“OKAY,” Kris slapped her knees. “I really should get back to decorating the little gingerbread occupants, don’t you think? What’s the point of a house with no one to live in it, after all.”

Hazel sat back, either used to her own Karl’s overprotective nature or wisely choosing to stay out of it. She’d only just began to pick up where she’d left off before groaning in exasperation.

“Well, there goes the shed roof again… pass the piping bag, would you, Kris?”

“Sure - here you go. I suspect I might know the culprit behind your architectural woes, though.”

Hazel nodded knowingly before throwing an accusatory glance at Toast, whose beak was suspiciously speckled with gingerbread crumbs. The bird looked rather proud of herself, an expression that - had Kris not known better - said ‘and I’d do it again.’

Moments passed before there was more shouting from outside, the two men clearly no closer to resolving their issues.

“Well you’re the one who fucked it up! You figure it out!”

“Me!? How do we know it wasn’t your dumbass who forgot to tighten a bolt somewhere?”

Hazel and Kris exchanged withering glances, but said nothing.

Lottie, after carefully setting Pinky and his egg on Karl’s recliner, crawled forward to inspect Kris’s work so far on the gingerbread people. There were five - one to represent each human occupant and guest. Fortunately, Kris had baked extra in the event of a mishap - though, the mishap she’d anticipated was “Karl ate three of them before they even got around to decorating” and not “the convergence of two universes occurring on the lawn at 10am.” She was working on her cookie self now, carefully piping her curls and debating how much of her sleeve tattoo she wanted to portray.

“You know what’d be fun?” Lottie poked her head under Kris’s arm, putting on her best innocent child eyes. “If we all made each other. Like, I’ll make Papa, the other Papa can make Miss Chicken—“

“Her name is Hazel, honey,” Kris interjected. Hazel mumbled a hasty it’s fine, I can be Miss Chicken before Lottie continued, unbothered.

“—you’ll make me, and Papa can make you!”

“That’s a sweet idea, bug. But unfortunately Papa is banned from depicting me in any art form after an incident that happened when we tried this before you were born.”

Hazel looked up and met Kris’s eyes. “Don’t tell me - he went into, ah… way too much detail?”

Kris’s shoulders slouched in defeat. “Anatomically correct gumdrop boobs, I’m afraid.”

Hazel nodded knowingly.

The side door of the house banged open suddenly as Kris’s Karl stormed in first, followed closely by Hazel’s. They looked like two alley cats who’d gotten in a tussle, but at least less manic than before. Hazel sat up expectantly.

“Did you get it figured out?”

“Yeah,” her Karl threw an accusatory glare at Kris’s. “But the damn thing needs to reboot which will take at least another hour. Then we can get out of this weird hell hole - the fuck you say this place was called?”

“Ohio,” Kris’s Karl snarled in barely concealed annoyance.

“Well. We’re not in any hurry,” Hazel called, before patting the empty pillows to her left. “Why don’t you two come and help us finish this?

The two men glared at one another - Kris wouldn’t have been surprised at this point if they’d stuck their tongues out, frankly - before stalking over to the living room and plopping down, both no doubt ready to start eating their partners’ hard work before it was done.

Lottie scrambled into her father’s lap and excitedly began pointing out the parts she’d made, while Toast - who had been leaning ever close to the delicious shed again, neck extended to a near comical degree - suddenly clucked in fury and leapt off the table to situate herself between her own Karl and Hazel in a sort of avian Make Room for Jesus gesture. Predictably, Hazel had to immediately slap her Karl’s hand away from disturbing the perfect M&M garden path she’d crafted.

“What the fuck’s the point of making it if we can’t eat it?”

“Didn’t say you can’t eat it, but you have to admire it first,” Hazel said indignantly.

“Well, how long I gotta look at it for?”

“I’ll tell you when I’m satisfied,” was all Hazel offered. She smirked at Kris who gave a wink in return - they each respected the particular variety of strength that was born from having to handle This Particular Man.

“Karl,” Kris turned to her own husband. “I didn’t get to finish the gingerbread garage on this side - why don’t you do the honors since it’s your favorite room? We can just take this part out here and—“

“That’s a load bearing wall, Mama” Lottie rolled her eyes in mock indignation. “You can’t just take it out.”

“Yeah! You tell her, Butterfly!” Kris’s Karl puffed his chest out with pride at his daughter’s engineering prowess. She shot him a furious look before he followed up with a hastily mumbled “s-sorry, babe.”

Toast clucked approvingly.

“You know,” Hazel ventured after a long pause. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the portal just… remained operational. It doesn’t have to be on all the time, but you never know when you might need to do some shopping… in a parallel reality.”

“I agree,” Kris said. “Or when you might need to borrow vegetables from… a very specific garden.”

“Or take a feral little child to the park together.”

“Or bitch over a warm beverage about whatever unholy fusion of human and machine your man concocted this time—“

“Are you two gonna kiss?”

If the look he’d gotten from Kris before could kill, her Karl was lucky this one didn’t erase him and his entire bloodline.

“Okay, we get it,” Hazel’s Karl grumbled finally. “As long as I don’t have to see him all the time - handsome fucker, though he is.”

“Indeed,” Kris’s Karl sniffed. “I suppose I can put aside your clearly inferior intelligence for my wife’s sake - call it Holiday Spirit. I’m feeling generous.”

“Well, isn’t that nice - too bad your genetics weren’t generous with brain power since it’s clearly your fault that the reactor blew—“

“Oh, here we go again! Trying to deflect from the fact that you admitted your motherboard was on the fritz—“

“I don’t like your beard.”

“It’s YOUR beard, jackass!”

Kris and Hazel met each other’s eyes before wordlessly and carefully sliding the gingerbread house to the other end of the table, resuming their task in blissful peace

“Merry Christmas, Hazel.”

“And you.”

[inconsideratekidney]

9/5/24

hi there,

today felt long, even though my day technically ended at 1:45, my brain and body haven't felt well-rested since 2008. i will always be forever stuck in my younger self. i had so many american girl dolls, barbies, polly pockets, calico critters, one random strawberry shortcake phase, etc. and i still will forever miss them. my playing days didn't end in 2008, just the last time i probably felt well-rested.

i also wish that i had more mobility in my fingers, hands, wrists, and arms and neck/upper chest because i want to wear so much jewelry but it tends to cut off my circulation when i get hot and sweaty and it all starts to irritate me about halfway through my day. i enjoy wearing memorable pieces of jewelry and whatnot that people give me, i like to wear them every day to think of people, even if they don't match. every few days or so i need to rip them off and get acclimated for a day or so to not having anything obstructing my circulation. then i go back. it's a fun cycle, not a vicious one!

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i feel a headache coming on...must be all the sims and constant screen exposure for like 2 hours...

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speaking of which, my homework has been started since i sent that email out! i just also have my mind on other things....

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i'm excited about this direction for my blog! i hope it works out well, even though i know the notifications will be different. if you don't make an account then you can't turn on notifications which is annoying, unless someone knows a better way? i don't want to force people to make an account....

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i have found myself making friends with people that i am slightly uncomfortable with? i don't know how to word it, but i feel very overstimulated often with certain people and they seem to enjoy my company, but i am silently screaming. it's hard when someone is loud and does not whisper well when everyone else is quiet or the professor is lecturing and i am just trying not to get noticed......i notice with this kind of acquaintance i typically just go silent while theyre talking and develop lazerbeam eyes that look right through to the other side of them. i find it hard to communicate when im uncomfortable with something or something someone is doing, especially when im not that close with that someone.

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this is me from the future aka the next morning cuz i forgot to finishing writing. i dont want to do 2 day posts, bc that ruins the purpose of what im trying to achieve--once a day every day or every couple of days or once a week. not multiplr days on end. i already write a lot so i cant have multiple days in one post. i can feel myself wanting to start writing more but its only been like 12 hours since i last wrote so im gonna take a cooldown before doing that. (i will say tho sleeping on my back last night actually was so much better than my stomach and i went out like a light and only shifted in my sleep like 2 times)

anyshway, have a blessed day,

kD :p

[znarikia]

So, I saw the feature-length advertisement by Mattel called Barbie. I had fun!

I also spent the movie watching it mobilize a bunch of ideas and critiques, recuperated or otherwise, and force them to fight it out like the Kens towards the end of the movie. I sat there, laughing at the fun stuff, wondering what it was trying to say, so now I'm going to ramble about it.

The simple answer is that its thesis is that it's impossible to be perfect, and that you have to make peace with that and your own mortality. You can't predicate your sense of self on others and expect to be anything more than a hollow shell. In the end, everyone becomes Weird Barbie but they're still Kenough.

Which is great and all, but I couldn't stop thinking about that post about how Mattel got ahead of the feminist critiques of Barbie by recuperating them or deflecting them. There's an underlying current of mockery of the idea that the state of Barbie is unfeminist or that toys can even be the site of ideological reproduction. The Barbies believe that feminism has won in Barbieland, and thus in the real world, and the implication is one of comedy. When Sasha levels feminist critiques at Barbie, it's framed as a joke. We'll get Ordinary Barbie, because she'll sell. But also don't project any heavy emotion onto a Barbie, because that'll dissolve the rules of reality.

It's just so... trying to have your cake and eat it too. I don't even know what to think about the patriarchy Ken arc. Barbieland is in metaphorical and literal dialogue with the real world, so metaphors are heavily mixed. Barbieland is, genuinely, a matriarchy, and the movie doesn't know what to do with that. The Kens wither under the matriarchy like a sanitized version of women withering under the patriarchy, so Stereotypical Ken comes back to Barbieland from the real world with patriarchy as a solution. The Barbies are, inexplicably, brought under his spell and brainwashed into giving up power. So we're presented with a backwards world, wherein the men have a legitimate reason to demand liberation and they resort to a real world ideological poison.

Textually, the movie agrees that the patriarchy is bad. It is treated as a threat to the status quo to be reverted. It's an obviously bad thing, played for laughs, but the Kens are still treated with empathy. It's defeated with the apparatus that allowed it to come into being and nearly allowed it to enshrine itself permanently into the fabric of reality. There's no thought given to how it got a foothold in the first place. Or, come to think of it, it can be read that feminist critiques of Barbie instantiated patriarchy into Barbieland by bringing reality into fantasy.

"Yes," the Barbie movie says, "patriarchal capitalism strangulates women with misogyny. Gloss over this, however, with toys. Don't think too hard about the toys, either! You don't want to bring the patriarchy here, do you?"

More succinctly, the Barbie movie says, "Consume our products. It won't fix anything, but it won't hurt anything, either."

I dunno. I could forgive a two hour long advertisement for a doll line if all it really had to say was that perfection is unattainable and unsustainable, that being you is enough, but it had to act like it had something to say about feminism that wouldn't be immediately kneecapped by what it is.

I just. Keep thinking about how the Barbies immediately submitted to patriarchy the moment it was introduced to Barbieland, as though it is something that will naturally crystallize if a mere seed is planted. Pushback was minimal and the Barbies had to be taught to value their freedom again. They're snapped out of patriarchal subservience by hearing truth spoken to power, which is great. And it's also great that it's a real Latina human woman speaking that, and not the Stereotypical Barbie toy. It's just undercut by the everything else.

It's a toy ad. I get that I'm expecting too much from it, but it's trying to say something! The messages are mixed, but they're there. It's trying to say something about patriarchy and feminism, but because it's trapped in a world that operates counter to reality, ie there's a matriarchy instead of a patriarchy, the thing critiqued is placed in both positions of insurgency and dominance. Men are dismissed and marginalized... but so are the women. It operates in spaces of both metaphor and literalism, but can only speak with one mouth. Subtextually, I think the movie settles on a single, concise point.

It's laughable to grapple with Barbie on ideological terms and expect anything to come of it.

[divine-misfortune]

1, 34, 74 for the fic writer asks 🥹💚

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Healthy mix of both. I am always rotating concepts in my brain, but occasionally it'll just slap me upside the head and I'll scramble to get it down before it abandons me. A lot of my process is just thinking about how bad I wanna write this thing, then not doing it-

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

Ehh...I project a lot onto Rain (if yall haven't picked up on that yet, surprise!) and a lot of him stems from me. His issues are usually mine, and honestly same with Alpha. He's become my other barbie doll. So a lot of the strong emotions I write are drawn from something I've felt at some point.

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Yes ohhhh my god. So many of them, actually. Off the top of my head, the one where Rain and Swiss loan Cirrus out, and also the mount/Aether boot kink fic. I really loved those but they didn't seem to get much love back :( o well

Also for some reason Tumblr mobile will NOT allow me to link both fics so fuck me-

[smallerplaces]

Target run

These parka ornaments are an incitement to something. They could be reworked to have a front opening, but I question whether the sleeves are wide enough for Barbie hands. I thought about getting one to experiment with, then decided that the likelihood I'd actually tackle the project in a competent way and get results I like was not high enough to engage. if someone does a tutorial quickly, maybe I'll change my mind, as my little Fashion Doll community could use some winter coats.

I was there for the $3 sweater ornaments. A few years ago, I bought a couple Ugly Xmas Sweaters that fit Slim Ken, and I sort of wanted more. They had a good assortment of the kind of appliques of reindeer, but nothing struck me as a must-have except this knitted one.

For anyone who's been thinking "but why can't I have a Goth Xmas?", this is your year.

Now I'm wondering if I kept or decluttered my mini rainbow trees from a few years ago. I know I have beautiful shaded green mini brush trees from last year, but where is my rainbow from 2021?

My favorite find -- though I don't need one myself -- is Black Wheelchair Santa. I like my elaborate holiday dioramas to depict the meaning of the season in the context of a more contemporary world. People who use mobility aids exist, therefore there's no reason not to depict a spirit of generosity and kindness using a mobility aid.

[meera000]

Come on barbie let's go barbie

My friend Tayla asked me to help her out with a shoot-- i thought she meant like assisting or styling since that's what i usually do, but she wanted me to model! Barbie-themed. I was one of the fashion dolls along with my new friend Yen, who already knew tay and who i met a couple days ago at the bar. there were figure skaters businesswomen rollerskaters. so refreshing to be on set again. we were shooting in tay's mom's salon, using her dad's lights, and her sister was doing makeup. so sweet !

she wanted us to pose like dolls. i was so stiff: pointed my hands outwards and bent my wrists as close to a right angle as possible. hung purse in the bend of my elbow and looked at the camera with major vacancy . i've gotten good at it over the years.

again making me aware of my body and mobility and how i use my body to express myself. more importantly how it makes meaning i guess. i had this same feeling a couple weeks ago after the pedestrian movement workshop that Maya curated. afterwards i felt so in touch with my body and how i move around a space and exist in relation to everyone else and everything. im a piece in the greater puzzle whether i like it or not. my movements are based off of my surroundings, and they move based off of what i do, too. a smile can be a forward movement but it's more in the eyes. otherwise that's not real

last week my friends and i went to a pride event and danced for hours. last summer i would go dancing every weekend and it made me so tired but i was so happy despite feeling like my life was falling apart at that point. it was basically a workout routine: friday saturday sunday nights we go out and we dance. we are a little drunk and dancing. same as a gym membership, yk? more fun than a treadmill. i'm laughing with my friends jumping up and down and the music is so good. bass could kill me. i am part of something

[bitchfitch]

OK BUT. How do you do bjd joints on needle felted dolls. Are they functional? If so this might actually get me back into needle felting...

prefacing this by saying this is my second needle felting project and I'm just applying bullshit i know from other crafts to wing my way through this. take Everything i say with a grain of salt

But yeah so far they're working pretty well.

so this is a mixture of bjd style jointing (the neck) and button jointing (everything else)

Basically the way the neck joint works is to have a ball and socket thats exactly the same shape as what you would see on a standard neck jointed doll. Shaping it like this and making the pieces separatly gives the neck a Lot more mobility than you typically get in that area with felting bc it Does need to be pretty firm to support the head and so doesn't really want to bend with a standard wire.

This is how I have things wired up at the moment. There's 1 piece of jewelry wire running through the torso and the base of the neck peg to hold it very firmly in place while keeping it mobile. and then there's a second wire anchored Somewhere, i can't find it anymore, in the torso, running up through the neck, and anchoring in the back of the head, this let's the neck bend and pose and cheats some head turn, but in hindsight i Really wish I'd made the head and neck separate to let it be even more mobile.

Down into the torso since I'm going for something very basic and cartoony with no torso movement (but you Totally could use basically any hard dolls jointing as a refference in needle felting. I call this bjd jointing bc that's what I'm familiar with but the lack of elastic and use of hard fastens makes it a lot more similar to a mtm barbie or some of the monster high dolls.)

The arms, legs, and tail are all made with a wire core and soft spots around where i want them to bend, and then another wire is used to anchor them, but the anchoring wires could totally be replaced with a pair of buttons and some thread. I just wanted the jointing to be invisible when i put the skin on so used the much less obvious wires. but the button joints can be Very cute so it's a matter of preference which you go for.

purple represents existing wires and green represents wires that haven't been put in yet. Once the main form is done, and when i get around to dying up some roving to make the skin, what I'm going to do is make felt patches to cover the joint seems without binding them up. This will in theory let everything be a bit stronger while retaining posability and adding all the pretty stuff that goes on top of the core base.

[popculturelib]

Fanzine Friday #8: But a Paper Dress no. 3 (1990s) by an unknown author.

We don't have many fanzines that talk about Barbie; in fact, we could only find this one issue. But a Paper Dress (BPD) is a zine that talks about quite a few things, most of them related to punk rock and music. But there are two pages sharing what people think about Barbie as a cultural phenomenon -- though they're a bit of a different take on Barbie than what we've seen earlier this week. What do you think about Barbie (and Ken)?

Transcripts below the read more.

The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.

Text from the cover, read top to bottom:

Interviews with:

Mark Amft from Drink Me

Chocolate USA

R. Seth Friedman of FACTSHEETS

And Julie Ann Klausner?

Barbie: The quintessential icon of popular culture, or just another prick tease?

Eat My Shit, MTV boy

The Lost Art of Female Masturbation: A "How-To" guide of sorts

[around the central figure's halo] Sing a Song of Loyalty / Wearing But a Paper Dress - Brian P. De[illegible]

John Henry. Pleased to meet you.

Welcome to the mesmerising queasiness of our brother zine, The Strobetongue Files

And more BPD punk rock rubbish

live from the bowls of Hell! Special Monkees Issue

Text from the pages about Barbie, titled "Cowgirl on Wednesday"

Speculations on Sexist America's favorite pop icon. Names have been omitted for reasons of anonymity. [heart]

As a little girl I used to stand in front of my mirror naked, and compare Barbie's body to my own. I would compare our breasts, hips, tummy, and how far apart our thighs were. I would evaluate how I could change to look more like Her.

If you've ever taken off a Barbie Doll's hear you'd have seen a freakishly long neck, and at the top a kind of tan saucer connected to the body by a plastic ball. The saucer is mobile, and the ball will swivel around its "axis" so that Barbie will be able to move her pretty head to look up at the sky, over her shoulder to smile at something behind her, or just to nod. My friend Chris collects Barbie Doll heads, but I find the saucer-ball part much more fascinating. Keep in mind that without this golden choking hazard, Barbie's head would have to have to be secured in place only by being shoved down directly above her shoulders. This technique tends to make the doll resemble Barbie's heavier and less attractive cousin, White Trash Skipper. (Trailer Park and rifle sold separately)

I used to love Barbie dolls when I was little. I would imagine going to huge parties with my best friend Barbie by my side, and how we would make our grand entrance in extravagant pink gowns. Come to think of it, and the time she was my only friend...

When you lift up a Barbie Doll's arm you can see that her armpit is like a 3 dimensional sphere. I thought armpits were supposed to be concave.

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When I first heard about that GI Joe/Barbie voice box mix-up on television I thought I was going to split a side. What a great prank!

Maxie. Maxie could never wear Barbie's clothes. She could fit into them all right but she couldn't fill them out properly - especially with those straight arms. Man, Barbie could wear lime green spandex like no one else.

I remember that Ken's genitalia consisted of either flesh-colored briefs or a vague, androgynous "hump" kind of a shape that may have suggested a sort of phallus to the girls that cared. (myself included)

Every Barbie doll looks completely different - and it's not just the hairstyle or eye color either. I know they're made from cookie cutters, but I could never get rid of the feeling that each doll had an entirely unique identity. And I didn't name any of them "Barbie."

Barbie never menstruated. Barbie looks great under fluorescent lighting, and thin when she wears horizontal stripes. Barbie could be a rocket scientist on Tuesday, a [illegible] on Wednesday, a nurse on Thursday, Miss America on Friday, and still have time to run with the Rockers in time for their huge gig this weekend. Barbie's parents made sure to properly bind her feet when she was young so she looks very chic, but can't really wear shoes without scotch tape at hand. Barbie never fucked. (she hated sex) Barbie never ate despite her constant cooking. Barbie has never seen a corpse or a book or a cigarette or a vagina. Barbie's legs feel different from her torso.

Sideways text in the upper right corner: "If you or someone you know is interested in this subject, do not hesitate to order Barbara's divine fanzine, Hey There, Barbie Girl! for 2 dollars from HTBG! PO Box 819 Peter Stuyvesant Station, NYC 10009. Not only does she know the guys from Ms. Lun, but she's a peach of a zine editor as well."