#they come in so many colors.....................like pink

[unavailableapple]

Like…DOES patriarchy hurt men though? There certain ways that it does but I feel like a lot of people insist it hurts men MORE. And uh…does it though?

-They have to be the breadwinner. Except they don’t…most households in the United States are two-income. It’s very difficult to have a one-income household in the modern climate of the economy. And women who still work as much as their husbands also have to come home and cook, clean, care for children, do laundry, etc.

-They aren’t allowed to dress fun. Except they are? Harry Styles gets on the cover of magazines for wearing an ugly dress. Movies like Wicked repeatedly show men in skirts. Social media is full of men wearing makeup and cute outfits and heels. I feel it’s become pretty normalized now for men to dress how they like. It’s just also normalized for them to dress comfortably, whereas I get a ridiculous amount of pushback for wearing pants, no makeup, not shaving my legs, and having short hair.

-They aren’t allowed to show emotions. Except they are? How many times has a video gone viral of a man crying because he loves his kids. All television, movies, books, etc are ever about is men’s feelings. Philosophy pretty much boils down to “men are sad”. The male loneliness epidemic is all I ever hear about…

-Men aren’t allowed to be gay. Neither are women???? I keep seeing this idea that women have an easier time being gay because they’re fetishized so much, whereas gay men are just treated as gross and weird. Sorry but like…no. Being treated like a porn search is not acceptance.

When men do experience hatred for being gay, wearing pink, or crying it’s literally because those things are womanly. Having sex with men is associated with women (that’s why “it’s not gay if you top”), pink is the “girl” color, crying is “feminine” aka WEAK. It all just reinforces the same thing: ‘woman’ is the worst thing to be.

But men are the victims here?

[starlighttsv]

Paige Bueckers x reader picking out Christmas decorations and decorating

Day 3

Santa tell me - p.b

Sum: shopping for and decorating your new off campus apartment

Warnings: fluff

Note: I’m gonna be honest I do mention one of my favorite books in here and I definitely didn’t have that planned, I just wrote the (my) sentence and realized it sounded like THAT one sentence in that book and just went with it.

Pair: Paige x gf!reader

Wc: 1.2k

My masterlist

“What about these?” Paige said lifting a box of pink and purple ornaments, you nod your head “Put them in the cart” you say gesturing to the cart with so many rainbow lights, colorful garlands, Christmas mugs, pre lit flocked garlands, wreaths, glass table centers, ect… your goal is for your apartment to look like Christmas Wonderland with a mix of Gingerbread House hence the colorful and bright decorations.

Paige put the ornaments in the cart and kept looking down the aisles, putting what she thought was cute in the cart - and also what matched the vibe you were going for obviously. “We should get cookies while we’re here” Paige suddenly said “Ok, we’ll stop by when we’re done.” You reply not even questioning her making her smile cheekily and go to the next aisle - which was a danger zone

“Babyyyy” she yells in the next aisle, making you roll your eyes at her completely ignoring that she is literally in public yelling like she’s at a sports game but you don’t say anything knowing she’ll be pouting for however long she decides she can go without your attention. Making your way to the next aisle you see her grinning excitedly in the middle of the aisle and see all the fake trees surrounding her “what’d you need?” You ask kinda already having a feeling on what she wanted

“You don’t have a tree correct?” She asks grinning making you shake your head “no it was on the list” and she looks even more excited with you saying that “look there’s a 9ft tall tree on sale! You save $50” Paige says pointing at the tree she’s talking about “baby, that won’t fit in my apartment. “ she looks like she’s about to argue that statement making you speak again before she can “and did you look at the width? That’s most of my living room taken up by the tree. I didn’t measure how tall of a tree we needed but I know my apartments not 9ft tall. I’m sorry baby. Is there a smaller version of that tree or were you just wanting it because it was 9ft tall?” She just looks at you giving you your answer making you chuckle a little “see if there’s a tree you like better that’s a little bit smaller, after that I think we’re done after we get the cookies” you tell her making her start looking down the aisles.

After her going back and forth between the two tree aisles for at least 10 minutes she walks back over to you with two trees making you look at her confused “Just hear me out alright? This one would be the “main” tree so it would go in the living room, it’s 6ft and a pink flocked one - you love pink and it would go with the gingerbread house vibes you are wanting. Then this one would go on the table in the door entry hallway, it’s 2ft and a regular flocked tree - it would give you the perfect mix of christmas wonderland and gingerbread house” Paige say’s pointing to the trees she’s talking about when describing them

“Alright put them in the cart. Thank you for coming with me” you tell her as she starts doing what you told her to do “always” she says leaning over to you and giving you a kiss.

You guys end up putting a few more decorations in the cart before you guys make a pit stop at the clothing section, picking out matching pajamas. Once that was done you guys make your way to the fridge area getting pre-made cookie dough and milk then finally making your way to the checkout and leaving the store.

Right when you guys got home Paige set everything she was carrying in the living room making’s you do the same, she then started digging through the bags until she found the milk,cookies, and pajamas. Handing you one of the sets “Go get dressed, I’m gonna start the cookies”

You nod walking into the bedroom and getting dressed into the pajamas. While you’re in the bathroom that’s connected to the bedroom, taking your makeup up off Paige enters the bedroom and starts changing into her pajamas. “I set an alarm for 15 minutes for the cookies” Paige says walking towards the bathroom after getting changed and leans against the door frame, watching you wash your face now. “Ok. I’ll be done in a minute, you can start decorating.” You say rinsing off one of your face products “it’s fine, I’ll wait.” She says walking into the bathroom and wrapping her hands around your waist making you push yourself back into her “I’m not doing anything entertaining, you see that right?” You say with amusement in your voice that she would rather stand here watching you wash your face than start decorating for Christmas. “Everything you do is entertaining because you’re doing it.” Paige says rubbing your stomach “Did you start reading ‘the deal’?” You ask Paige suddenly lifting up and looking at Paige through the mirror “What? No?” She says almost defensively making you giggle and give her a look through the mirror “Alright! Alright! Fine you caught me! You’re always talking about the series so I decided to borrow your books and see what the hype was about.”

“Awwww you love me” you coo turning around in her grip after drying your face and wrapping your arms around the back of her neck “was my love ever in question?” She says hugging you tighter into her chest “no” you smile “But I think this might take the number one spot on my favorite romantic things you’ve done for me now.” Paige rolls her eyes with a fond smile on her face “I’ve done so many things and reading the book series you talked about takes the number 1 spot?” She asks amusingly, and you just nod making her shake her head and then lean in again and giving you a somewhat passionate kiss.

It’s now been at least an hour and a half, the cookies have been baked and most of the house has been decorated, the tree is the only part left. You guys have Christmas music playing on the tv and have Christmas candles lit makings the environment seem very Christmasy.

After a lot of arguing over the tree pieces you both finally got it built and fluffed, ready to decorate now. You guys started with the lights and then put up the garland, now time for the ornaments - which honestly was the hardest part because you and paige both kept getting distracted by eating cookies and paige turned on a Christmas movie as background noise (movie as background noise never works)

But eventually you guys got back to work and finished putting the ornaments on the tree, once that was done you guys decided to clean up and then start doing some online shopping - cause why not?

[tillsfan]

“hate is easier than a word as vague as love” cards analysis

seeing sua's card, i immediately got the impression of her putting up a facade. her keeping her mouth SHUT, and holding her throat. i feel this represents sua’s dishonesty towards mizi, her deliberately hiding the truth of alien stage, yet slowly losing her composure because she knows she can't hide the truth forever. she knew her death was coming, yet she continued to force stability.

i also view her covering her neck as her actively hiding the reality, since her neck was where she got shot. she actively hid the truth of death until the end, with her forced expression and hiding the crack. she's also sweating, showing guilt towards her own actions. but sua's selfish. so she continued with her facade to make mizi happy. her extensive blush compared to the others, her lack of tears, the severity of her cracks.. does this make sense. this whole card symbolizes both her dishonesty and her selfish nature

mizi's card is interesting. first of all, her crack is where sua's blood splattered on her. as sua died, she was still smiling, like it took her a second to process what was going on. you can tell she's suffering, she's literally holding herself together, yet she puts on a smile. i feel her card shows that she is processing things later than others, possibly continuing to avoid the reality of sua's death, because ignorance is all she knows. it's as if she's trying to remain positive, to remain that false light of hope, instead of grieving like a normal person. maybe not outwardly, because we know mizi was pretty closed off after sua’s death—but maybe she’s trying to convince herself. convince herself that she can save everyone, giving herself that false hope. sua's deciet did stunt mizi's growth after all.

mizi’s color scheme here is pink, and while it could be said that it’s just because it’s her signature color, i feel it’s something deeper. it can symbolize the “rose-tinted glasses” she had on, as her perception of anakt and alien stage was an idealized/perfected version. we know she never knew the reality of alien stage before it was forced to hit her like a truck. though, her eyes and tears are a very noticeable blue, which i perceive as the reality and grief finally seeping through her perfect world.

i am posting an individual mizisua analysis tomorrow. i want to delve deeper into them outside of just these cards.. so sorry that theirs is quite short

ivan's card is a great contrast to mizi's and sua's. ivan is very visually suffering, he's in severe distress. ivan's card represents his overflowing of inner emotions, as he kept them in all his life. he hid them, let them bubble up inside until they boiled over. we know ivan has learned to keep up a facade, hiding his true childish, selfish and intense nature. he kept his intense emotions for till hidden all his life, and when he was finally about to die, he went all out. his final actions were almost like he was venting, letting everything pour out at once because he never made them prevalent. he let out his affection and hatred he's held for till all his life in the span of a few seconds.

his color scheme is also pure red. colors in alien stage hold great meaning, and red is often associated with intensity and rebellion. the colors here can represent both his intense overwhelming emotions, and his hidden resentment towards till. you can also piece that together with his expression, he seems very clearly frustrated. all in all, ivan's card represents many things. how he hid his emotions until they became overwhelming, and his overall conflicting feelings towards till.

ivan's crack is also across his face, furthering the idea of him holding up a false persona. the hearts are pooling out from both ends, representing the burdening amount of emotion he's had to keep inside. he felt his emotions were different, shallow, therefore he chose to hold them in until it killed him. he's also actively holding himself together, showing the struggle he felt hiding himself.

the first most noticeable thing is the crack placement. his crack is where ivan has always touched him, ivan had a habit of caressing till's cheek, which was the most gentle gesture he ever gave. till is very clearly mourning ivan here, and was well aware of ivan's presence throughout his life. ivan was his stability, in a way. now that ivan isn't there to hold him, he's falling apart. it almost feels like a missed opportunity on till's end, his feelings finally being recognized only after ivan left him.

till's expression is very conflicting, his eyes being unevenly opened and his mouth tilting in difierent ways. this can represent how lost he feels without ivan. this could also represent how he doesn't know how to feel at ALL, seeing as how he had such a small amount of time to even grieve ivan's death, and how he never properly confronted his feelings towards ivan. he has shielded himself from the reality of ivan all his life. this can also be seen with how his hands are LITERALLY shielding his head. till's coping mechanism is avoidance, he deeply fears intimacy, so he chased after someone he knew he could never obtain (mizi). he avoided ever confronting how he truly felt about ivan, because if he did, he knew he had the chance of losing someone close to him again. but avoiding ivan's reality didn't change the fact they were really close. till cares. till cared so much that it led to his demise.

till's color scheme is blue, visualizing the deep sorrow engulfing till. throughout round 7, till was heavily distressed and upset, his feelings overpowering his ability to properly perform, leading to his loss. till does not know how to confront sadness, seeing as how he let it submerge him in round 6 as well. he's very mentally weak DUE to his avoidance + fear of vulnerability in both relationships and his own emotions. he never allowed himself to properly get close to anyone, he couldn't develop the mental strength needed to survive.

[slaymitchabernathy]

Spitting Image

| based on a request from @sa8859 |

| “When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?” Ocean Vuong |

Many things come unexpectedly.

A marriage.

A pregnancy.

Coriolanus handled both of those quite well. What he wasn't prepared for was the death of his wife, the woman he cherished so very deeply until her last breath was taken.

He remembers the day she left him.

How frail she had looked in their big bed. How she still smelled like vanilla despite not having the strength to bathe or even stand up. She was so sweet until her bitter end, always giving him a smile, always encouraging him to be kind, to find love in someone else for the sake of their daughter.

Oh, Ceraphina. His only child, a sweet little girl who was identical to his wife in every possible way. Soarynn was a beautiful woman, openly complimented on it wherever they went. But that wasn't the trait that drew him to her, no, it was her kindness, her ability to put others first no matter what.

Ceraphina had only been two when Soarynn passed away, young enough to forget most of her memories with her mother but old enough to miss her.

Coriolanus did his best to raise her on his own. He remained patient and gentle but he quickly realized that he was not equipped to be a single parent. He could've hired a nanny, someone to care for his child while he was away at work but he knew what Soarynn would've wanted for their little girl.

So he remarried.

This time it wasn't for love. He could never love again, he knew that much. He married for the sake of his daughter, so she could have a mother in her life, someone to teach her how to be a proper lady, to be there for her no matter what.

Livia Cardew was the obvious choice. She was someone he didn't particularly despise or like, she was a neutral party that he'd never get romantically involved with which was perfect for him.

She wasn't ugly but she wasn't as beautiful as Soarynn. She wasn't mean but she'd never been as sweet as Soarynn. Coriolanus constantly found himself comparing Livia to Soarynn no matter how hard he tried to forget about her.

How can you forget the person who still has half of your heart?

He had given himself so wholly to Soarynn, not expecting her to take him with her to the grave.

Coriolanus stares at the framed photograph of Soarynn that sits on his desk. She looks so beautiful in the photo, wearing a light yellow dress with her wavy hair pulled back, showing off her rosy cheeks and soft pink lips. She's laughing in the photo, he remembers taking that photo, remembers what he was wearing, what they did that day.

He will never see her again.

His eyes drift over to the other side of the desk where a newer photograph sits, a photograph of his new family with his new wife. None of them are smiling for this professional family portrait. Coriolanus is standing behind Livia and Ceraphina who sit on a small sofa, hands in their laps while they all stare into the camera.

When he looks at Ceraphina it's like he's looking at Soarynn. She has her eyes, her smile, her hair color, she even has the freckles that he loved so much.

He shakes his head, he ought to finish up his work so he can retire for the night. He already had dinner with Livia and Ceraphina, it was quiet like always, but he made sure to ask Ceraphina about her day at school. It pains him that Soarynn isn't here to do it, to ask her about school, to see her in the little Academy uniform.

The halls of their penthouse are haunted by what once was.

He goes to open his desk drawer when he hears a soft knock on the door to his study, too soft to belong to Livia.

"Come in," he says, curious as to who is on the other side.

The door slowly opens and he sees that it's Ceraphina, standing on her tiptoes in order to reach the door handle. "Ceraphina, why aren't you in bed?" He inquires, checking his watch to see that it's well past eight o'clock. Ceraphina steps into his study, looking unsure of this foreign space.

Coriolanus has always been firm on keeping children out of certain rooms such as his study and bedroom. She has the rest of the penthouse to run around in as she pleases but she seems troubled about something.

"I need to tell you something Daddy," she whispers, pushing the door shut. Coriolanus furrows his brows, wondering what could be so important and urgent that his daughter has sought him out this late at night.

At only five years old, Ceraphina is a rather bright child with a sunny personality despite her mother dying and he intends to keep it that way. To see her wearing a frown makes him worry, did something happen at school?

He pushes away from his desk and holds out his arms, beckoning her to come sit in his lap. Her worries slightly melt away at the welcoming gesture and she pads over to him, allowing him to scoop her up with a grunt, "You're growing up too fast," he tells her, poking her nose.

Ceraphina giggles, batting his hand away, "You need to measure me again."

When Ceraphina was maybe six months old, Soarynn started marking her height with a pencil against the doorframe of her bedroom. Coriolanus had thought it was silly at first but after she passed away, he continued the tradition. Not as often as Soarynn would've liked but he's busy and he knows Livia would roll her eyes at such a silly tradition.

Ceraphina loves it though.

"I'll measure you tomorrow," he promises, "now what's the matter darling?"

Ceraphina sighs, looking down at her lap, "Um, I don't want anyone to get in trouble," she mumbles. His heart softens at how she cares for others, just like Soarynn. He gives her a gentle squeeze, "No one will get in trouble darling," he assures her, already prepared to give some parents a nasty phone call about their child's behavior towards his daughter.

Ceraphina looks up at him and for a moment, he's looking into Soarynn's eyes. He almost wishes she would look away but he can't bring himself to ask that of her.

"I heard Livia talking on the phone," she says slowly and Coriolanus has to keep himself from sighing. When he married Livia, he had hoped that Ceraphina would take an instant liking to her which would lead to her addressing Livia as 'Mommy' or at least 'Mother'.

But the years have passed and she's made no effort to address Livia by anything but her first name. His friends assure him that it's just a phase but Coriolanus knows better, Ceraphina is smarter than she looks, more perceptive than she looks.

The only person she called 'Mommy' was Soarynn and that will never change no matter how upset it makes Livia who claims it's disrespectful. He knows Ceraphina would never be rude to Livia, she's as sweet as can be but she's still grieving.

They both are.

"What did she say on the phone darling?"

"She was talking about Mommy."

Coriolanus tenses at those words. From the moment he began courting Livia, she made it very clear that she didn't want to talk about Soarynn unless it was absolutely necessary. He had agreed at the time, so engulfed in his own grief that he too couldn't bring himself to speak about his soulmate.

But as the years have gone by, he can see that Soarynn is a sore spot for Livia who's often compared to Ceraphina's late mother. It doesn't help that Ceraphina is a spitting image of Soarynn, making it easy for that to be brought up in a conversation.

"What did she say about Mommy?"

"She um...she said that she couldn't handle being married to a man like you, so I guess it means that Livia is better for you. And then she said that I was um, I was the only bad part about being married to you."

Coriolanus is fucking seething with anger.

Livia has no fucking right, no reason to say those things about his girls.

About Soarynn who fought as hard as she could to be here. And about Ceraphina, who is the only fucking piece of Soarynn that he has left.

Yes, he's sure that marrying a widowed man with a child has been difficult but she knew what she was getting herself into when she agreed to start courting him. He made sure to introduce them to each other, to bring Ceraphina on dates so she could spend time with Livia and yet it seems to be a fucking problem where Livia is concerned.

Coriolanus kisses her cheek, so softly and gently, the same way he'd kiss Soarynn's cheek when she'd cry about being sick, when she was scared to leave him and Ceraphina. "You are the best part of my life," he tells his daughter, "you're a gift from your mother to me darling and I don't want you to ever forget that alright? Nothing will ever come between you and me."

He means it too.

Nothing will ever hurt them again.

꧁ ꧂

After putting Ceraphina back into bed and reading her a few bedtime stories, Coriolanus quietly pads down the hallway to his bedroom. He can still hear Livia yammering away on the phone they keep in the room and he presses his ear to the doors, listening to what she's saying right now.

"...it's just never-ending. Everywhere we go, it's all about fucking Soarynn. 'Oh she looks just like her mother', 'Oh Soarynn would be so proud of her,' I mean give me a fucking break. It's ridiculous how people can't seem to move on. What's that? Oh, he's no better. Coriolanus likes to act like he's moved on but he's like this kicked, wounded puppy just holding his broken heart in his hands. And he's constantly doting on Ceraphina, it's like I'm not even here, it's like he just married me to be a babysitter. It's not my fault Soarynn couldn't fucking make it past twenty-four."

Coriolanus pushes the doors open, he can't wait another second to confront Livia who's eyes grow huge when she sees him standing in the doorway.

"Clemmie? I'll call you back," she says, quickly hanging up the phone before rising from the sofa she was sitting on. "Darling! What's wrong?" She asks, acting like she wasn't just berating his dead wife and his child moments ago over the phone.

Coriolanus closes the doors behind him, Ceraphina doesn't need to hear this.

"Ceraphina came to me," he says, walking towards Livia who looks very nervous, "she came to me because she wanted to come to you to ask for a glass of water but you were too busy on the phone talking about Soarynn, how she couldn't handle being married to a man like me which leads me to wonder, what kind of a man am I Livia?"

Livia chuckles nervously, fiddling with her hands, "I...I don't know what you mean Coriolanus," she says with a shaky voice, "you're a good man, a good father."

Coriolanus chuckles, he's been a fool to think Livia could be a good mother let alone a good wife. "I'm also a very rich man," he says quietly, looking her up and down, looking at the nightgown she's wearing tonight, made of lace with intricate patterns. It must've cost him a small fortune.

"I'm a rich man who pays for everything you buy," he continues, stopping on the other side of the sofa, "the clothes, the shoes, the bags, I never question it because you're my wife and I am to provide for you but I'm starting to think that you've been taking my kindness for weakness."

"Coriolanus," she starts but he holds his hand up, he's not done yet, "I'm aware that I'm not perfect, I have my sharp edges, and we both know what I've been through. So imagine my surprise when my sweet, precious daughter came to me telling me that you were saying terrible things about her and her mother."

Livia clenched her fists and he can see how angry she is, "I am her mother," she sneers, "even if she can't fucking bring herself to say it, I have been raising her these past years, not Soarynn. I think it's high time that you two moved on before you get stuck in the past."

All he sees is red right now.

He knew Livia wasn't pleased about this whole situation but it clearly goes deeper than the surface.

"And don't pretend that you don't dote on Ceraphina and then leave me high and dry," she snaps, "I see how you look at her, like she's Soarynn's twin, like she's this precious little diamond but she's not Coriolanus. She's a fucking child who needs to grow the hell up because her father clearly can't."

Coriolanus would never lay a finger on a woman but he's getting very close to considering it. But he can't, because he knows what Soarynn would say, how she'd look at him if she were in Livia's shoes and Livia was the one who was dead.

"We're done," he says quietly, his body is no longer tense, he is no longer angry.

It's amazing how quickly Livia's demeanor changes as well. She goes from furious to desperate in a matter of seconds. "What? No, no, we can't be done! Coriolanus, please! We can work this out! Couples fight, married people fight, we can get through this. Ceraphina will come around, you'll see, and I...I can work on being a better mother to her. We can all still be one big happy fam-"

"I already have a family," he cuts her off with a steady tone, "and my wife may no longer be here with me but I assure you, Livia, I already have a family and you have never been a part of it no matter how badly you wanted to be."

Livia narrows her eyes, giving up on trying to play nice, "Fine," she hisses, pulling her wedding ring off her finger, "stay here in this penthouse and be miserable then, see if I fucking care. This place is a tomb Coriolanus and you're going to die in it just like she did."

He watches her throw the ring at him.

He watches her run into the closet and come back fully dressed.

He watches her rip the doors open and leave.

And then maybe, just maybe, he watches Soarynn walk into the bedroom, faint and flickering like a hologram. She walks towards him, a soft smile on her face and she bends down, picking up the ring Livia just threw at him, "She's right," she tells him gently, standing back up, "this place is a tomb."

She hands him the ring and he turns it over with his fingers, the diamond is big, per Livia's request, nothing like Soarynn's wedding ring.

"I know," he murmurs, a faint smile on his lips, "but at least we still get to be together."

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[beefscrap]

TBOFS CONTEST TOP THREE WINNERS

this was tough, to say the least. SO MANY beautiful designs (which I’ll be compiling as the voting goes on) and so many tough decisions between them. I chose the three that I could see best with the prompt, but everyone did so so well. Thank you for your submissions.

TOP THREE WINNERS (voting is below them)

@sidyashchiy-na-plakhe

Allseer! I’m in love with the shapes used, and the colors and patterns are wonderful. Overall totally hit the mark with “recognizable but not overloaded”! He looks like he’d fit right in with the gang.

@longbird47

Naysayer! I loved this one because I didn’t expect a Karen type, but I’m not complaining! Was pleasantly surprised. Very unique wings, and her face is perfect for her personality idea.

@cowgomoo1123

Brightfuture! I found myself being really drawn to this design. The pink belly is super cute, and I adore the wing patterns. I was really stuck between Brightfuture and a few others, but kept coming back to him.

VOTING

Go ahead and pick who you think should win! Each winner will receive a doodle of a character of their choosing, and the top design will be the official character for the story. I want to say I hope there’s no hard feelings, or disappointment to people who weren’t chosen. I love EVERY design submitted, and I encourage you to use the character if you wish :] whether it be making them your own, selling them, etc.

[malleleothreesome]

i wish i could have a silly little day on tumblr but I have to read my 80 page HOA document to see if the boomer condominium overlords will ALLOW me to get my new dishwasher (that i bought on black friday like a true, miserable adult marching towards death) DELIVERED AND INSTALLED on the 23rd as expected or if I have to cancel the delivery because there are too many rules for me to abide by and my soul is simply too tired to jump through the necessary hoops to comply.

[whichcouldmeanothing]

MARISA ABELA as “Teen Talk Barbie” Barbie (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig

[voidshrubsquared]

Listen. Listen to me

Do you know how much I LOVE that comic? IT'S SO GOOD SO SO SO GOOD

We get to see a glimpse of Click's inner workings! How his mind operates!! His complicated relationship with himself and the other pinks and what it is to BE a pink!!!! Is he just like them? Are they all the same?? Is HE the horrible one??? Is he not horrible ENOUGH???? WHO KNOWS!!! And the 'I miss my department' like MANS DOESN'T WANNA BE THERE!!! HE DOESN'T WANNA THINK ABOUT IT!!!! HE HATES IT HERE CAUSE INTERACTING WITH THESE GUYS MAKES HIM THINK TOO MUCH💕💖💕💖

Like, what if they're all the same? Then Click isn't special and he's just another darkner abiding by the rules of his code.

What if the others laced the candy platter and he didn't? Then Click is too soft, they'll eat him alive out there! How is he going to survive!!

What if he's projecting and nobody else even thought of lacing the candy? Does that mean he's just a horrible person in general? Is it not just a pink thing and more a HIM thing?

And then the visuals, the zooming in into the one piece of candy among all the others in the candy platter as he does Thoughts™

O U G H OVJJSBBCKROLNXNFODOF

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I LOVE HIM DO YOU GET WHY I WANT TO INJECT HIM DIRECTLY INTO MY BLOODSTREAM THIS IS WHY HE'S MY FAVORITE ADDISON HIS WRITING IS IMMACULATE

[heckyeahponyscans]

I think the reason people have so much nostalgia for 80s and 90s Barbie--even collectors who were too young to have actually had them--is the material and tailoring of her clothing was better than on modern Barbie.

If there was a giant tub of 80s Barbies and a giant tub of modern Barbies and I randomly grabbed one doll for each then, yeah, I think the odds are that I would find the 80s Barbie more technically impressive.

But looking at Barbie as an entire line, something about her 80s toys feels so . . . elderly. Like an old person's conception of female beauty and fashion, as informed by southern beauty pageants.

It is completely unsurprising to me that Bratz ground Barbie's face into the dirt with their oversize feet when they debuted.

[strawberrysniffer]

She's almost done 😭 after 3 years (with long gaps of not working on her, granted) and thousands of beads, she's almost done!

My hand is covering the top, but I've got the last pattern beads in place and all i have to do now is finishing the background and the border! I'm a bit worried i won't have enough of the background bead color, but I've ordered another tube just in case. (Really missing those brick and mortar specialty bead shops 😭)

[epickiya722]

Okay, but pink does goes well with green!

[dailyrazordoodle]

day 149: hello lads i learned how to make simple recolor mods while i was gone hehe

mod is here btw!

[paula-gio]

Redesigned Ameri cause I think her original outfit is so ugly. Godbless 🙏

[savage-rhi]

Fuchgenta??

[deathsmallcaps]

I work as the person in an amusement park who watches the children who get lost. Here’s some advice. This also applies to any mentally disabled adults that are under your care. Keep in mind that many places will not look for a minor ages 13-17 unless it is close to closing or they are disabled, as corporate considers it a strain on resources and employee use.

1. Teach them your phone number. Best gift you can give them. I’m not supposed to have my phone out at work but I can cut down dependent’s being-lost-time by probably 400% if I can contact you. It also assures the children That We Are Doing Something and that They Are Helpful and Smart. If your dependent has a poor memory, apparently writing your phone number in sharpie and then covering it in nail polish makes it stay all day, even if they’re sweaty or getting in the water. I haven’t tested this but I’ve heard a lot of moms recommend it. I’ve also seen bracelets with little plates or the beads saying the phone number.

Addendum: your dependent may tell you that they know your phone number, but they actually only know your passcode. True story. This summer has been a lot better, but last summer exactly one child the entire season knew his mom’s phone number.

2. Acknowledge that dependent’s memories are faulty, especially in new places. If you tell them to meet you in X spot or that your stuff is all in Y place, they may not remember where it is or remember how to get there.

3. All dependents, but especially little ones, have shit time sense. They might find your stuff, wait there for a minute or two, and truly believe that they’ve been there for an hour. Half the small kids that are brought to me are ones who *know* where their stuff is, but haven’t seen an adult they know personally in 5 minutes, so they’re going to panic.

4. Don’t take naps!!! And don’t let your dependent go anywhere you can’t go or at least go where you catch them at the end!!! Yes you’re staring at the play structure your dependent entered, but can you see them? No? Then there’s a good chance they went elsewhere. So many of the littler kids that are brought to me are brought by genuine, good-hearted strangers who see lost children and take them by the hand. Away from the spot you’re napping in front of/staring vaguely at.

5. This might just be something from my work, but we will not call dependent’s descriptions over the loudspeaker. This is because if an asshole were to see your dependent, hear the description, know it’s a lost dependent, and decide to steal it, they can then use the excuse, “I know where your guardian is! Come with me!” And then lead them out of the park or toss the dependent over their shoulder. Do you know how many crying and screaming dependents leave the location every day? A lot!!! We’re a fun location!!! We’re not going to know if the dependent is screaming because they don’t want to leave or if a stranger is taking them away. We might call the description over the loudspeaker if it’s past closing time and the dependent still isn’t found. But before that, we will only report it over secure radios across the park.

6. Tell a park worker right away. Preferably someone with a radio. Even if you spot the dependent within the next minute, that means the dependent will have less being-lost time. Especially if we already have the dependent with, you guessed it, me. Also please tell us when you find the dependent.

7. Take a picture of your depdendent at the start of the day! That way security guards can have a good idea of what to look for. One mother told me her daughter was blonde and showed me a picture. Her hair color looked brown to me, but then I knew what to look for in the crowd.

8. Keep at least one person in your group in one spot at all times, especially if you don’t have access to your phone or forgot to give out your phone number to the guards. That way they can find you if they pick up the dependent. If you are the only person in your group, then PLEASE stay in one place or at least stay with ONE security guard. It sucks for the dependent if they can’t find you right away even if the both of you are looking for each other and a guard is helping them. You are NOT helping if you panic and run around. And keep your goddamn phone on you and answer calls from unknown numbers!!!!! God. This is a good time to do that.

9. If you lose your dependent in an attraction like the lazy river at a water park, and you have that ONE person staying in place, then this is what you can do with 1+ mobile people.

A. If only one person can be spared to be mobile, have them pick a spot and stay right there, watching the river go by. Eventually, if the dependent is in the river, they’ll go by.

B. If you have two people that can be mobile, both start at the same place in the river and go opposite directions. If you meet up again without spotting the dependent, well, they’re not there.

C. If you have more than 2 people, you can do B but also station different adults at the lazy river entrances/exits.

10. Don’t blame the dependent! Even if they ran away and/or are pissy that you’re upset once you all reunite, trust me, there’s a 99% chance they’re upset too. Yes, this is a good time to have a serious conversation with them. Yes, if this is a repeated problem, and/or you warned them you’d leave the park if this occurred, you should not back down. But also - they’re dependents. They’re not stupid, and they should be told consequences and dangers so they can make good decisions, but they will never have the adult/guardian perspective that you do. Be kind.

Also please for my sake teach them if they’re brought to someone like me, that it’s THEIR job to be safe and listen to me while us park workers look for you. It’s YOUR job to find the dependent, not the dependent’s job to find you. I had a six year old little girl genuinely toddler-howl at me because she wanted to go look for her mom. I’ve never before heard a kid her age howl like that. I can trick kids out of crying 9/10 times but howling came as a surprise lmao. I think I can manage it now that I’ve experienced it but damn.

Also make sure those kids are DRINKING. Being in a water park is NOT the same as drinking water. They should be drinking every 15 minutes at LEAST, I am NOT kidding.

Also if I call you to tell you your kid is here, please don’t call or text me back after you have the kid. I’m sure other places have phones for these types of things but the only one I have is my personal phone. And I am happy to get the kid off my hands and into your arms, but I’m using my personal phone so plz. Don’t call me back. Absolutely call me if you need directions to my ‘office’ in the park. Don’t call or text me after. I have stories about that hoo boy but this post is already long.