#they are scissoring barbies btw

[flyingspicerack]

I think they like each other <3

[vanmarkham]

“why do ppl write smutfic it’s weird”

bc im HORNY

[wowsosad]

Shamelessly I would absolutely stick 36 year old Sam in a room with 22 year old Dean. Teeny weeny Dean, whose little brother just ran off to college, absolutely riddled with daddy issues and sexual frustration, suddenly alone with a very grown up Sammy.

And the reverse, of course. 18 year old Sammy, ripe with anger and struggling with a recent late growth spurt, sitting across from 40 year old Dean. Adult Dean, who’s rocking scruff, longer hair, and a lot more muscle than Sam had ever seen on his brother.

Grr. They are my Barbie dolls that I make kiss and scissor btw

[holyfreaks]

Hey! ^_^

So I'm copy pasting this cause I'm asking several people the same thing to gather answers, and I dont want to mess up my wording.

Why do you ship Wincest, why do you like it?

And I know a base answer would be "look at the way they look at each other" but you can notice that people have a thing for each other or acknowledge a couple without shipping it, without being invested in it or liking it.

For me it's because I think it's cute and sweet, that they would be able to make something nice out of the, to be frank, dumpster fire of their life, that they could cut a weird little hole for themselves and say "in the midst of all this bad, THIS is for us." It also interests me to think about how they would get to this point, to cross so many lines and become attached to each other in a way that is VERY atypical, even for their isolated situation. Cause not every set of siblings, even when put through a ridiculous amount of trauma, turn towards each other in a incestuous way. They might be codependently bonded, but it doesn't usually spill over into the physical or romantic. (I'm talking about all this in a very fictional setting btw).

So I enjoy the created home and comfort, and the psychological(?) aspect of what would make it happen.

And I was curious about what the appeal was for you.

Thank you! ♡

ooo very good question!!!

in short, I ship samdean because it's compelling and interesting to me to think of them in a relationship

a longer answer is that their canon relationship is very strange when it comes to sibling relations and that is interesting to me. they're emotionally incestuous and codependent in the show and I like to think about what they would be like if they crossed that line to something more physical, sexual, emotional, you name it.

but I also like the way you described them, like their lives were so shitty that they found love and happiness and safety in each other. I totally agree and I think that would be the expected outcome yeah

I also just like dark fiction and spn can be pretty dark even for a network show. I like to think about them in fucked up situations bc I think it's interesting and, to be more personal, I've also been in fucked up situations and it helps me deal with that to explore it in a safe space

but. yeah. basically that's why I ship them <3 they are my barbie dolls that I make scissor <33

[harrowharkwife]

ill go with sex pal :P but if that's already done, gideon :)

HIIIIII!!!!!!! hi friend!!!!!

favorite thing about them: PALAMEDESSSSSS my boy palamedes. my little guy. man, okay, what do i love about him. i love the way he loves. i am fascinated by his clumsy and imperfect and well-meaning but inherently flawed attempts/approaches to things like agency and ethics and fairness and respect. i love that he pays attention to everything. i love his drive. i love his gambling streak, his tendency to play the odds. i love that he's a boy who writes love letters™. i love how open he is about his affections and his feelings. i love his penchant for using terms of endearment. his love for teaching. his willingness to get up on a soapbox for things he believes in, even if he winds up stumbling sidelong into insufferable preachy condescension half the time. i love that he tries. i love that he sometimes fucks up and hurts the people around him. i love his boldness. i love his sweetness. i love his kindness. that boy could make friends with a brick wall if you gave him enough time. i love that he canonically writes weird erotica to cope. i love his taste in women. i love his gender. i just love him

least favorite thing about them: i mean, i could go on forever. he's deeply annoying sometimes, and as much as it's part of his charm, it also makes me want to thwap him upside the head from time to time, like. boy. shut UP!!! but the real answer is honestly his position as sixth house scion. master warden is an unspeakably rancid title in vibes alone and i sincerely hope we dig into the backstory behind that a little more in AtN. i find it fascinating, and troubling, and tragic, and frustrating, all the ways in which he talks the talk re: cavaliers and agency and free will, but when the rubber meets the road, do his actions really back that up? arguably, not always. and the guilt and complicity and codependent toxicity there re: camilla, is like catnip to me. he loves her, he respects her, she's his best friend, he's in awe of her and her abilities and her strength. and yet, time and time again, he puts her through harrowing things and thanks her each time she shoulders his burdens. it's a self-fulfilling prophecy, it makes me so sad, it's a snake eating its own tail, it is a mobius strip of toxic power imbalance codependent enmeshment and it is FASCINATING to think about. if i keep going we'll be here all night, but just. i think fandom has a tendency to write him as The Good Person™ (him and Camilla both) and, like, i love him as much as the next girl, but he's a head of state in an empire, with all the implications that brings with it.

favorite line: "how god takes, and takes, and takes." "fool us twice, shame on god." "thank god for that mad, stubborn, lovely girl." "it's not you, it's me wearing you." (moira quirk's inflection on that line is literally fucking haunting, btw.) "do you know, i miss harrowhark terribly." "and, most personally, this is for dulcinea septimus." god. i just love him

brOTP: harrow, and also gideon.

OTP: im shy <3

nOTP: im struggling to think of a pal pairing that i Couldn't find compelling or at least interesting, if written the right way, in the right light. he's just my interesting little guy. he's a barbie and im making him scissor all the other barbies. who said that

random headcanon: glasses chain. earrings. palamedes can have she/her pronouns, every now and then, as a treat. contrary to the initial assumption of everyone he's ever met, he's actually Not autistic. (cam is; he's just got wicked bad adhd.) jewamedes is also fun

unpopular opinion: i mean i guess just what i said up top re: people sometimes acting like he's never done anything wrong in his life? i love him but i love him Because he is an interesting and deeply morally gray (ha) character.

song i associate with them: what you can't look up by walk the moon, tiny moves by bleachers, to someone from a warm climate by hozier, chateau lobby #4 in c for two virgins by father john misty, shiver shiver by walk the moon, star by mitski, hopedrunk everasking by caroline polachek, GAMBLER'S PRAYER BY CAROLINE POLACHEK my ultimate palamedes song

favorite picture of them: ive tattooed every single piece of palamedes art ive ever seen on the inside of my eyelids. except white palamedes fanart which is always such a jumpscare

[joeyclaire]

i also think gloria was a girl who made her barbies scissor. and that she’s bisexual btw

[itsgothgirlthyme]

Chapter 1: City Style

Ken Doll

Chapter 1: City Style

Word count: 2805

cw: g/t (duh!), swearing, hints of fearplay, but it's all just fluff mostly :) 

Note: This story has been brewing in my mind ever since I saw Barbie with my friend :) i've been adjusting to living in my new home and job! Things are going pretty well btw!

Anyway! honestly kinda challenging writing about 12 inch characters since i’m used to writing about smaller (my tiny 5inch steve harrington). lol. BUT IT'S BEEN FUN! This is ryan gosling’s ken btw, bc i said so. 

...

Anna rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to focus her dry eyes on her computer screen. Her brows furrowed and she let out a deep sigh. She shut the computer and rubbed her eyes. She got up from the dinner table and slammed her window shut. The muffled traffic outside eased her mind. Instead of, not staring at a screen that irritated her mind and body, she scrolled through her phone. 

Her text notifications were highlighted in big red blobs as she swiped past them. Eventually, doom scrolling her way to a toy company page on Instagram. Large letters in fun fonts were colored brightly. She raised a brow at the celebrity appearances which increased their likes. After a few minutes of research, she found out their orders had even tripled recently. All for a new line of robot toys, making her frown. 

“Shit,” she scratched her brow, “might need to work for these guys.” 

The thought of a bigger paycheck did make her smile. It was tempting to leave the company she’d been contracted with for years. Though they’d kept her and accommodated her needs when her accident happened. Except now her paychecks were slimming, she was pulling out of her savings, and she’d only now got insurance to cover for her meds. Then the problems just piled on from there. 

“Damn… mood ruined,” she said to herself. 

Anna shook her head as if her thoughts would disappear with the motion. They didn’t. She deeply sighed and set her phone down on the kitchen counter. Anna’s glasses fogged when she opened a bag of steamed vegetables. She dumped the veggies into her bowl of rice and meat before diving in. Every full spoon of food in her mouth was met with a harsh critique. She scrolled through the comments on the graphic designs she’d submitted. The latest one was for a doll in Mattel. Trying to do Barbie justice seemed harder every day for some reason.  

A light knock on her door caused her to jump in her seat. She slowly walked up to the door and looked through the peephole. The apartment door across from her was the only thing in sight. Anna opened up the door and looked downwards. There was a white parcel waiting with her name on it. She picked it up and placed it on the dinner table. She examined it but realized there was no return address. Confused, she set it aside and scrolled through her emails. 

Anna got lost in her work and remembered the package at midnight. Her dark short hair was wrapped around large curlers. She wore matching green satin pajamas and fluffy socks. 

“Right…” she eyed the mystery box and grabbed a pair of scissors. 

The box revealed a familiar product. 

“Okay, Ken,” she said to the doll staring back at her through plastic, “let’s see what you’re here for.” 

She set the box to the side and started to scroll through her email. She searched, and searched, and searched. Nothing. She furrowed her brows and realized she’d never gotten a Ken to advertise in her career with Mattel. Anna snorted. Someone would have to do some insanely good marketing to get a single Kens sales up. 

She looked at the basic model of Ken. Blonde, blue-eyed, and wearing soft pastels. Her brow raised at the color choices. She liked them. He had a plain pink pastel shirt, and beige pants alongside white shoes. The more she stared she swore she could see more detail. The plastic looked textured and she swore his hair looked coarse. Anna blinked and rubbed her eyes. 

“I think I’ve actually lost it,” she said under her breath. 

She got up from her chair and shut her computer. Anna decided she would just call work tomorrow and figure it all out. Except when she started to step away some curiosity swirled in her mind. She looked over her shoulder at the box face up on her table. She’d already stepped into her room and could just fall into bed. 

“Ah, shit. It doesn’t hurt to look,” Anna said. 

She took a seat again and started to cut off the tape around the box. Then she gently pulled the cardboard latches. She slid out the flimsy cardboard printed with a blue cloudy background and the Ken doll attached. She picked it up into her hands and her thumbs were beside his ziplocked hands. 

Anna truly believed she was losing it because this Ken was heavily detailed. Too detailed, too human-like and it was bugging her. She rubbed her eyes with one hand and adjusted her glasses. Then she heard a breath that wasn’t her own. She once again looked down at the doll. 

Ken blinked. 

What. 

The.

Fuck. 

Ken blinked, again. His brows shot up before letting out a shout alongside Anna who dropped him. Her chair smacked against the floor as they both continued to scream. After a minute they’d both gone quiet. Anna with her hand over her thumping chest and Ken frantically looked around him. A pang of guilt hit her chest as she realized he was still trapped in ziplock cuffs. 

She bit the inside of her cheek realizing she was referring to a toy. Yet he was so… lifelike… and his confused face was making her heart sting. She silently reached for the scissors as her shadow covered Ken. She hovered over him, still standing, and moved the scissors near his right hand. He turned his face to the sharp tool and then looked away while squeezing his eyes shut. 

She frowned but Anna snipped off the first ziplock cuff. After that, he turned his head back to the spot. He looked surprised and then he smiled widely at being able to move his hand. She smiled softly as he curled and uncurled his fingers in front of his face. While he was distracted she snipped off the rest of the ziplock. When he’d realized he was free he looked up at her with a smile. 

“Thank you!” he said. 

Anna still unsure of what the fuck was happening, hesitated before responding. 

“You’re welcome,” she said. 

She opened her mouth to say something as Ken got up. He looked at his surroundings with his hands on his hips. Anna just couldn’t find any words as she watched his beaming face falter. He still stood on top of the cheap cardboard and mumbled to himself. His brows were scrunched up in confusion and his lips were pressed into a thin line. 

“Okay, it has to be AI,” she told herself, causing Ken to look up at her. 

“What’s AI?” he asked just as Anna set her chair back and took a seat, “And uh where am I?” his voice went up a pitch. He kept up a brave face but his body language said otherwise. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and started to over-fix his hair. Anna felt another pang of guilt in her chest. She tried to push it away and wondered if this was a part of the appeal for a new toy. Its awareness was off the charts, and again seemed so human. 

“You’re at my apartment,” she said, not wanting to explain Artificial Intelligence to something that was most likely AI or close to it. 

“Oh,” he blinked like it wasn’t something he wanted to hear. “It’s nice,” he complimented, “and really big.” 

She smiled at that, “Even I feel like it’s kinda big sometimes,” Anna said. A decent-sized kitchen was behind her. She sat at her dining room table. To her right was her living room with lots of furniture and personality. Three doors spread out in the apartment. Once was for the entrance, the other door next to it belonged to the bathroom. The open door to the right of the couch went into her bedroom. It was a score honestly, she’d gotten lucky before inflation hit and managed to keep the place. 

Anna looked at Ken who again was looking around with wide eyes. She snapped the laptop open causing him to jump and let out a squeal. She muttered an apology while he tried to play it off like he hadn’t been scared. Her ringed fingers clacked against the keyboard as she started to type keywords into a search engine. Ken had leaned his pretty self to look at the screen. The flashing of colors made his eyes hurt as it felt like she was scrolling 10 miles per hour. 

“Nothing…” she muttered. 

All she saw was some shitty Barbie AI filter, a Mattel babysitter bot, more Barbie models that were problematic and cute little robots. Then she moved to her emails, but there was nothing. 

“Nothing? What is nothing?” Ken asked, causing her to remember he was still there. Not a dream or a figment of her imagination. He had this display of confusion written all over his face, and couldn’t seem to stress what he was confused about. Anna dragged her hand over her face. 

“I’m trying to figure out what you are, or who sent you… or anything,” she explained and then perked up. “Wait! Do you know what you’re doing here? How did you get here? What are you?” she bombarded him with questions. Ken froze up and gave her a blank look. 

“You don’t know… do you?” she deadpanned. 

He shrugged with a pitiful smile but then he lit up. Anna felt hopeful as he opened his mouth to explain. 

“Well, I know I was in Barbie Land,” he started and Anna’s hope shattered. “… and I’d been trying to y’know… find what it means to be Ken. I-I can’t remember when I got in that box, and why I’m so… small,” he let out a defeated sigh. 

Anna let out a dramatic groan startling Ken again. That was a lot to unpack but nothing useful to her. 

“Sorry,” she said. 

Ken just blew out air from his mouth and put his hands on his hips. “Not a big deal,” he said and she raised a brow at that. He attempted a look of *whatever, it’s cool* but he did not seem cool with it, at all. 

“Right right,” she said amused. 

She eyed him and he looked away when she started to stare for a long time. She reached her hand out to him and wrapped her fingers around his waist. He snapped his eyes to her hand as she lifted him from the table. 

“Woah uhh,” he fumbled for words as his fingers wrapped around hers, “can you put me down?” he asked. 

She held onto him with one hand and used the other to take his shirt off. Numerous protests came out of Ken’s mouth yet he had no choice but to comply. Anna held the piece of fabric between her fingers which was soft and didn’t have the typical plastic shine. Meaning the stuff wasn’t cheap, that was for sure. He wasn’t cheap, it made her feel like she shouldn't even be holding him. The pale pink colored shirt even had a tiny tag, it said, Mattel. She set it aside on the table and then turned to Ken. 

His back was facing her as she traced her thumb over it. She reeled her head back in surprise at the warmth under her thumb. She could feel the grooves in his spine and he felt fleshy. Fleshy yet smooth, like plastic. She squinted to see if she could find anything to explain all of this. The outline to a compartment box or serial numbers. 

There was nothing and tiny hands around her finger grew tight. She let out a huff and the puff of air gave Ken goosebumps. He looked at his arms in surprise at the chilling sensation he’d felt. When he looked up he was met with her face. His face was inches away from hers as she examined him. He could feel the heat rising to his face at the proximity. 

Damn, his abs are crazy defined she thought to herself. She used one hand to prop up his upper back with one thumb over his chest. Her other hand was on his lower back with her thumb to his left side. A pulse under the pad of her thumb caused her to blink again. The pulse under her thumb on his chest wasn't coming from her. 

“What the fuck…” she whispered. This was getting far too weird. She got an incredibly advanced doll with no return address, opened it (like an idiot), and had zero information on it.

“What are you?” she asked. 

“I’m Ken,” he said. 

He’d slid his hand over her green-painted nail and held it there. He wasn’t sure what to do, it was a completely new situation for him. Sure, he’d had memories of being taken out of the box. Then he was in Barbie Land, that's how it was. It was never this literal. 

Maybe this was a punishment or a new beginning. Yet that didn’t explain anything. His head was going to explode from racking through his brain. 

Anna let out a noise of frustration after finding nothing other than well-defined abs on Ken. She set him down and he sat on the edge of her table. He was quick to pull his shirt over himself as she went through her computer. Click after clack, nothing. Meanwhile, Ken was swinging his feet back and forth trying not to think too hard. 

“Nada, zero, zulch,” she said. It had already been a bit over 2 hours and 3 am was nearing. “I give up. I’ll call work tomorrow and maybe they’ll know what the hell you are,” Anna tilted her head down.��

“But I’m Ken,” he said, again. He didn’t even seem confident saying those words. 

“Yeah I know you’re Ken, but what does that mean?” In this specific situation, Anna thought to herself. 

That earned his silence and his shoulders slumped. She hesitantly gave him a finger tap on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. It’s my fault for opening up your box in the first place actually… Shouldn’t have been nosey.” 

He looked up at her which made her chest squeeze. Those puppy dog eyes were convincing her that he was so real, it was weird. Anna yawned a second after and pushed her chair back. She shut the laptop and turned off the kitchen light. She tidied up a bit and then plugged in her computer at the table. 

Immediately Ken stood up and she turned to him. 

“Do you sleep or charge?” she asked. 

“I sleep,” he said snappily. Probably insinuating that he isn’t a toy, but a real Ken doll with sentience. 

Okay. Sensitive much?

Anna hummed and racked up her 3 a.m. brain to think of something. She didn’t recall having much Barbie furniture so… she decided her bed would do. 

“Wanna join me in my bed? I don’t think I have anything for your size,” Anna said. 

“Like sleeping together in the same bed?” Ken asked with brows raised. 

“Yeah,” she said. 

“Are you sure?” he asked. 

She squinted at him and tilted her head. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. Are you sure?” she asked. 

He thought about it for a moment before looking up at her with a smile and nod. She actually could feel the wave of cuteness overload and tug at her heartstrings. He gazed up at her as she hesitantly put her hands around him. This time aware of what she was doing. She used one hand to pick him up by his waist and pulled him close to her chest. She used her free hand to shut the lights off and strolled into her room. Her unmade queen-sized bed awaited them and she set him down on the side she never slept on. 

Anna went to her bedside and turned on the desk lamp. She fixed a couple of hair rollers and then slipped her glasses off. She turned off the light and caught Ken staring at her. He was sitting on top of the bed sheets and leaning his back against the pillow. He was quick to look away and she’d noticed his hair was out of place. She smiled to herself before switching off the light. 

Her head sunk into the pillow and with half-lidded eyes watched Ken. He was fidgeting with his fingers and was looking at everything but her. She decided to pull the sheets over him and he’d jerked back for a second. Realizing it was her hand in the darkness he relaxed and turned to her. 

“Thanks,” he said quietly. 

Anna hummed and then dozed off into sleep. Ken was left awake but he found himself fighting off sleep. Finally, he slept as well, hoping he’d wake up in Barbie Land. 

...

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Ok so I did the hcs of what OrangeJuiceVerse Stan and Kyle look like already (here) so now I gotta do the rest of the Star Seven

*Kenny- this guy is littttllllleeee like short king oh my god this poor mf grew up constantly malnourished and never grew taller than 5’5! I’ll write Kenny all across the board appearance wise but ojverse? He’s short. And he OWNS it!!! He’s also my king of fully climbing on everyone physical boundaries are not a thing with him (this is a problem when he meets Craig and Tweek) and he and Stan both have a penchant for hugging people but Kenny is the type to be like “watch if I run at Stan he’ll catch me” “wait no Kenny I’m holding coffee” *catches him* lmfao my beloved Disaster Duo. Kenny’s tiny ass is literally alllllways on Marj.

Sandy blond hair and the style changes CONSTANTLY he’s a MENACE with the scissors, but it’s usually on the long side and YES he grows a beard in his late 20s (this started as a bet with Stan to see who could grow the better one) he 100% braids it and puts glitter and flowers in it smh eccentric icon. Pretty light blue eyes, they look vaguely purple for a few days after he comes back from a death.

He dresses like a damn muppet half the time, and a lot of his clothes are stuff he made himself (artist slay) or found at a thrift store and altered, out here wearing shirts with vulgar sayings, weird clown pants, juicy sweatsuits, obnoxious Hawaiian shirts with leopard print leggings, like this man lives for looking like a weirdo. But the other half of the time he’s in jeans and t shirts, hoodies, and (also artist slay and literally me) so much of what he owns has some kind of paint or bleach stain. His go to “formal” attire is legitimately a floral suit with PRINCESS embroidered on the back.

*Marjorine- my tall goddess! She’s the third tallest of the 7 at 5’11 (Kenny is very into that) and loves to wear heels so she’s really out here towering over the peasants like the QUEEN she is lmao. She also dresses like a BARBIE I’m talkin the pastels that perfectly flatter her coloration, def some seersucker a-line dresses, MONOGRAMMED STUFF bruh they may be from assfucknowherecolorado but this lady dresses like she’s a pageant queen in the Deep South! It very much fits her as the baddest bitch in the mlm meeting (y’all keep her away from that shit frfr) she’s such a sweetie but she’s so damn susceptible to stuff like that oh noooo but then she winds up running the show 💀

She does indeed have the Eye Scar (blind in that eye she can’t legally drive rip) one eye is this pretty disney princess blue and the other is almost white but she looks SO fucking cool and the juxtaposition of her otherwise angelic features with a badass anime protagonist scar is KICKASS! Plussss since she dresses like fuckin Elle Woods but is taller than God just the BAD BITCH VIBES!!!

*CRAIG TUCKER MY DUDE!!! Ok so I believe I said that this mf is whole ass 6’4!!! “Yer a long boi ain’t ya” like bruh he’s so damn lanky whole ass string bean lmfao. I am an enjoyer of the Peruvian Crog hcs, so yep. Really dark black hair and grey eyes, he’s also like super hot??? I’m talking PERFECT skin, the most gorgeous chiseled face he deadass looks like a statue and women are all over him tryna flirt BUT!!! this mf is gayer than a mf picnic basket 😭

He’s seriously so cool looking but if you tell him that he’ll be like ?? It’s so funny bc Stan’s over here like “dude how do you wear a leather jacket without looking like a douchebag” and Craig’s like “idk?? I just do?” smh poor Stan he wants to look cool so bad and and Craig’s the only “cool guy” he knows but he’s not helpful at alllll.

He mostly dresses in dark colors, black, gray, navy, he’s like super hot but he is SUCH a loser!!! (I’m stealing this from my partner btw) one time he was just… walking around the apartment dressed as Spider-Man? And didn’t even acknowledge it? Like Tweek had a migraine and was bedridden and Craig fully just went up to him IN THE SPIDEY SUIT and handed him a jar of pickles “you should eat” Tweek was like “man WHAT are you doing dressed like that?!?” SMH he’s actually an icon

*TWEEK!!!!! Ok so Tweek (I’m projecting y’all know I love an artist character) he doesn’t own a single item of clothing that isn’t stained. And he mostly sticks to earth tones, a lot of green and brown, also let’s talk abt his skin. He has TERRIBLE skin! Cystic acne, he’s blotchy as shit, rosacea, got moles and freckles everywhere, acne on the left side of his chin from throwing up (when he’s in the drankin era) Kyle described him as scrunkly when they met lmfao like twerk is really just one of those little stray cats you see on the street. He’s honestly really cute tho

He’s LITTLE he’s Kenny’s height at 5’5 BUT!!! He’s literally so fuckin strong! Like out of him and crog? Tweek’s the jar opener. He has… actually kicked Stan’s ass at the gym (it was so unserious Stan was being angsty about a birthday and Ky was like “dude go spar Tweek or sum” and Stan has reservations bc he’s like a foot taller than Tweek and so much bigger and then Tweek kicked his ass!) smh they came home from the local planet fitness both smiling so hard and crog and ky were like TF?!?!? Like why are y’all beat up to hell

Tweek has very light blond hair, it’s technically curly but he pulls the hell out of it so it just kinda stands straight out, it literally feels like straw someone get this man some Fuckin conditioner

*Cartman! Ok I stand by him having heterochromia, he’s got one brown eye and one blue, totally thinks it makes him look “awesome and kewl” (it does lowkey) unfortunately he’s actually very attractive until he calls you a slur lmao. His features are literally perfect, he takes care of himself, skincare on point, LISTEN HE IS SO ABSURD about his cocktail of products it’s literally asinine

He’s around 5’9, and fat. Light brown hair that he keeps fairly short and ALWAYS immaculately styled. Like this guy cleans up NICE and u meet him for the first time and are thinking you’re meeting a very friendly lawyer type dude but then you shake his hand and he goes “what’s with the sword earrings, what? You just get off a dnd session?” Lmfao literally I cannot stress enough that he never grows out of being an asshole. He does MOSTLY stop with the truly offensive things though. Mostly. The Fuckwad Jar may have had something to do with it.

[traumafreeprincess]

Movies and tv shows that would be better if they were gay (I will add as time goes on):

Nashville: two big time country stars engage in a fiery rivalry based on their careers and shared lovers- how much more exciting it would be if they went from enemies to lovers. THAT would be hot. And invite in serious good conversations about being lgbtq+ in the south USA. Would also get rid of half the bullshit men that do nothing for the story except serve as to act as catalysts for fights and drama. Everyone in this show is a GREAT actor btw.

The heat: 1 bolshy cop and 1 uptight, particular FBI agent are forced to join forces. It’s supposed to be a buddy cop comedy but the comedy would HIT so much harder if their underlying sexual tension was acknowledged and acted upon. There was NO WAY these two were heterosexual.

Barbie: Barbie has to take a journey from Barbieland to the real world to find out why she’s beginning to suffer imperfections. Now I do not know a single person that owned Barbie that didn’t make them snog or scissor with their smooth, genital- less crotch region, so why wasn’t this explored in the Barbie movie. Flop.

+ everything in existence

[violettierre]

Oh wait ykw this whole barbie movie talk makes me remember the barbie centered stuff in my life hold up i gotta rant this.

Honestly i think all my peers or whoever grew up between early 2000s or late 90s knows the absolute power of barbie toys in that era, personally i had a wild history with em when i was like still in elementary school and my parents get me a barbie doll i just feel like a high class coolest kid in town and yet i also had this weird urge where within 24h that barbie or gonna be stripped and cut with scissors all limps cut to cubes and beheaded and i just take her head and clothes and throw the rest near my parents' mirror desk and that place around that time is where you find the gruesome crime scenes i commit on barbie dolls and then have to beg my parents to get me another one but i get yelled at for the wasted money and then cry and rant about the cruel world in my fairy notebook, but then once again wgen we go out and i see barbie dolls i have to male an entire speech and promise to my mom that i won't practice my serial killer career on it and she gets me one and again within 24h the remaining of another victim is found nesr their mirror desk beheaded and stripped and cut into pieces, and repeat the process, but you may wonder, what was i doing with the head and clothes ? First i cut her hair and then diy my very own aesthetic pencils from 2000s if anyone remembers those colorful pebcils with something on top of it like a heart ir a unicorn while i put barbie heads on regular pencils to act cool infront of my classmates who were too weirded out to make a remark and so did the teachers, meanwhile the clothes i collect i just cut them from different colors into cubes that were messy and out of line and then like glue each one into a string yk like these carnival decorations but very ugly and short and cheap version and hang them on top of my bed, cuz i thought i did something, but my childhood room was like really plain it had nothing colourful or toys in it just like a desk with school items and messy clothes and these normie stuff so back then when i added shit like that i thought i just decorated the coolest room you've ever been into, until my mom ripped it off cuz it was ugly and i had a mental breakdown and felt as if she just ruined my very own special career that i had just came up with and was like "YOU'RE JEALOUS OF ME" bit then i got a good beating with the special arab mom silicone slippers for talking back to my mom, so yah then the creativity dyi era was over. Psycho barbie fan era never was tho, cuz in the 2000s if you didn't have barbie or hello kitty or these merchandise stuff on in my school you're a loser and i didn't want anyone else to find out im a loser so i beg my mom once again to buy me any pink shit i see and after begging and crying and getting beaten with slippers for being noisy i just show up at lunch breaks in outdoors time as if im a celebrity trying to impress the crowd with my latest pink hair clip that costed me my dignity infront of my mom, my little brother, and the seller while no one gave a fuck so i got angry and punched my neighbor in the nose for ignoring me showing off my hairclip so she told her mom, and her mom told my mom, and i got another goid beaten.

You'd think i stopped as i got a little older but nooooooo, when i was pre-teen i was more babyish than before about these stuff, why ? Cuz they got a little sister more barbie toys than me cuz she never pull a dr. Frankenstein on them (what a loser) so like the older and more mature child i fool her to watch tv or something so i can play silently with her barbies, and in that time they got her the dreamhouse and all these extra mini barbie stuff that i never got for being such a good kid so i get jealous and lock her out if her room to play with them, then take a doll hostage to threaten her if she tries to snitch on me, like the good older sister i am <3 (she still snitched btw and i deserved the beating that time)

[messycunt]

Twst dick hcs

This was made over the course of a 2 hr gc call with the girls 

Dont ask. 

This is only half serious 

cw: discussion of nonhuman anatomy, dick piercings, talk of cum n balls and stuff idk what to say 

Riddle: 

Circumcised

Its cute and pink

The tip gets red when he's worked up

Hes kinda tiny but its cute ig 

Doesn't shave uses safety scissors to trim 

V sensitive 

His cum is kinda watery 

Shoots far but doesn't shoot much 

Trey: 

not circumcised

thick

Not super hairy not smooth either 

Dark and heavy 

cums alot 

His balls are heavy too kinda firm 

Likes having his balls fondled not squeezed 

Probably has 1 or 2 piercings 

Cater: 

Circumcised

Pretty slender w average thickness 

Its kinda blushy idk how to describe it 

Curves to the right

Has a mole on the left side of the base

His balls r nothing to write home about 

Smooth as hell 

Ace: 

Circumcised, did it himself probably idfk 

Not much to say about him

Average overall 

Deuce: 

Not circumcised

Has a prince albert or some shit deff not done professionally

Hes a lil veiny  

Leona:

Not circumcised

A bit bigger than average

He probably has a spikey cat dick but yall aint ready for that convo

Its pink 

Cums lots and lots 

Doesn't shave but keeps it trimmed down there 

Ruggie:

Not circumcised 

Cums a little less than average but can go 2-3 rounds w no breaks in between to make up for it 

Does NOT have a knot, 

Surprisingly hairy but he knows how to keep himself clean 

Jack:

Not circumcised 

THIS boy has a knot a big juicy red one at that

He's super hairy too has a happy trail and everything

Super heavy balls

veiny

Runny cum 

There's sosososo much of it and it flows down like a waterfall 

Azul:

Not circumcised

Surprisingly big 

There's a beauty mark on that thang somewhere 

His cum is p viscous and pearly 

Purple tip

Curves up 

Floyd:

Not circumcised

Thicker than Jade but shorter

It's like a forest down there shaving makes him itchy BUT HE IS CLEAN its course too 

Runs like a faucet even before he cums

Dark pink tip its heavy too 

Curves left 

Heavy balls those thangs be swangin  

Jade:

Not circumcised

Longer than Floyd but thinner 

Pink tip 

Smooth

Cums in looong thin ropes  

Curves right 

Tight balls kinda cute even dare i say maybe even kissable 

Kalim:

Not circumcised

Average length but a lil bit thicker 

Curves up and to the left a lil

2 or 3 piercing 

Cums a normal amount 

Jamil:

Not circumcised

Lengthy  

It's a little darker than the rest of him

Another dribbler 

Doesn't shave

Curves up and to the right 

V sensitive head 

Has like plump balls, not too big, not too small not too much skin

Probably has a snake eyes piercings or something idk

Vil: 

Circumcised 

Pretty barbie dick idk what else to say 

Cute pink tip 

Perfect size

Curves up a lil

Meticulously trimmed, im talking taint balls and all

Bleached his asshole unrelated but he did  

He should do porn or something 

Rook: 

Circumcised 

Vil circumcised him himself or something idfk 

Has multiple or no piercings at all 

Somewhat trimmed 

Deep red tip

Somewhat veiny 

His cum is on the thicker side 

Epel:

Circumcised 

Bigger than you'd think but not too big

He's a growing boy ok 

Doesn't have much of a curve 

Vil makes him shave but there's not that much hair to begin w…

Pinkish red tip

V smooth shaft 

Can't get any piercings cus of Vil 

Runny cum but theres alot of it 

Idia: 

Circumcised

“He might not look like he gets bitched but honey that dick is 11 inches”

The tip is blue. That's it.

Curves up 

Real shiny lookin and veiny

Firm balls 

Wants piercings but he's so so shy 

Ortho:

uhm.

Malleus:

Not circumcised 

No hair

2 monstrously large dicks

Bottom one is longer than the top 

The top one has ridges at the top and the bottom of it has barbed spikes 

They can move btw 

Dark purple and tapered at the tip 

There's a slit where the eggs come out they're like tiny and squishy

The liquid that comes out with the eggs is slippery and a purple- green multichrome

Lilia:

Circumcised but he can grow it back if he wants to don't think about it too long

Grower not a shower 

Its so fucking heavy it hangs down 

Yes he dyed his pubes too

Its purple or red idk

A bit veiny but on the right side more than the left 

Cums an insane amount and cums far

short refractory period 

Sebek: 

Circumcised

On the slightly thicker side but he's still growing so those fae genes will kick in soon shhhhh

He doest shave but he does trim a lil

Thick cum 

pink tip curves up and left

SIlver: 

Circumcised 

Another one where i have nothing to say

[firespirited]

Mum’s disability assessment went as well as can be expected, invasive but respectful and professional. I am so relieved, feels like waiting to exhale.

Gayle’s mods (e6000 to suede the neck and teflon tape to tighten the waist) took really nicely. E6000 takes to thick vinyl without popping off and gives an elastic resistance to the neck so she can still tilt and nod. We don’t have data on e6000 + plastic + time but that’s a risk you run with any plastic toy with different plastics in contact with eachother. I am oddly bonded to this wierd mishmash of a doll. Every glimpse of her, even in photos she seems to catch your attention and have something to say.

This @cosmomoore curvy torso drilled and articulated with with wonderwoman or wwf limbs is just perfect for pale Asha but the action arms with the clenched ‘angry’ fingers just didn’t suit so here’s an ugly “proof of concept”: belly button body arms done with a small pair of scissors and a screw as it was past dremel noise curfew. BTW Fashionista arms were way too skinny. I think I’m getting the hang of what’s needed so I’ll cut up another bait pair of arms properly someday (I kept arms from the ‘hell bundle’ to examine the joints). She’s gone up a cup size with epoxy as she already has mods to her upper legs and has a really nice overall body shape. I’ve always found the tiny feet on barbie a wee bit wierd and started out my barbie collection with some beach bods so proportional feet have never bothered me. Really like this head and finding just the right body for it is sat.is.fy.ing.

Today I need to do the weekly meds, create some risers for my barbie display and organize a little more I’m still finding stuff I threw into drawers when the handyman installed my shelving.

[hirsuteandcute]

You're such beautiful spirit, because you dont let other peoples opinions influence your self-perception, but you also lend support to those in need. Im a 15 y/o girl dealing with hairy issues. My family is hairy, so i'm used to having dark arm hair. But after I turned 13, I got loads of hair in places I never wanted (chin, butt, nipples, thighs, and a happy trail, I'm hairier than all my guy friends). How old were you when you started dealing with these issues? How did you cope as a young girl?

Thank you so much!! I wish that was true all of the time but tbh I still struggle a lot with worrying about what people think about me and how they see me. I think to some degree that goes away when you start maturing and realise that you can never please everyone and should focus on making yourself happy.

I know for me I was bullied endlessly for the way I looked, I was easily the hairiest girl in my year, maybe one of the hairiest in my whole school tbh, I had cystic acne, frizzy hair, braces and was completely flat chested until I was 15. It’s awful because you’d never think that young kids could be capable of such cruelty but myself and a lot of other people I’ve spoken too who were bullied mercilessly growing up are still very much affected not only by what people said to us but how they made us feel. It’s that awful feeling of thinking you’re so much uglier and weirder than everyone else, being treated like you’re disgusting and constantly being picked on and outcast. The worst is that people would do things like pretend to want to be my friend or ask me to hang out and when I said yes they’d go back to all their friends and laugh about it because it was so hilarious to them that I actually thought they wanted to be my friend or when they talked to me they’d never use my name, they’d all call my ‘gorilla’ and whisper it at me when I walked past them. It really really hurts and it takes a long time for people to get over if they ever completely do. Sorry I’m going on about bullying here but that was absolutely the worst thing about growing up hairy for me. Anyway I’ve been noticeably hairy since I was about 8, I remember realising how hairy I was one day when I was at my friends house, we used to fill up her bath tub and act like it was a swimming pool for our barbies and you know how when body hair gets wet it looks 10000x darker and longer and thicker than usual? Well mine was super dark and obvious and my friend was like “why do your arms look like that?” (i don’t think she was being mean btw she was a really good friend it’s just that she was very hairless and pale and blonde and my arms were unusually hairy) and I was suddenly very aware that most girls, especially girls that age, don’t have such hairy arms so when I got home I cut the hair with safety scissors (which was a horrible idea lmao). I started waxing my legs and arms when I was 10 (mostly at my mother’s insistence because she believed that shaving makes the hair thicker which it doesn’t) and bleaching my facial hair. 

So yeah, not fun. I hope and pray that as body acceptance becomes more widespread young girls won’t have the same experience as I had with my body. People act like body acceptance is some stupid crazy pandering “SJW” thing encouraging people to be ugly and lazy, like...no?? How I, and countless of other girls, have been treated just because of the way we look is awful. I’ll do anything I can to stop that from happening to any girl again.