#this bitch is 90 doll hairs

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

sorry if this is weird or hyperspecfic but uh....

lates 90s/early 2000s dilf Dave and he has you bent over, back arched arched, ass in the air, face in the bed and is RAMMING into you and like you're supposed to stay quiet and he hears you whine or mumble something and he tanks you by your hair and asks what you said and degrades you and just uhhh yeah

is that too freaky

A/n: never too freaky

Warnings: smut, degradation, rough sex, edging, spanking, angst, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 2

Whilst trying to find a picture to put here I remembered how fucking hot he is so expect more Davie soon 😘

Dave was having a bad week, every night he came home and had a drink on the couch and watched TV. You tried to help but there wasn’t much that was helping, not even blowjobs.

It was Friday night and Dave came home in an especially bad mood. He didn’t grab a drink or sit in the living room, he went straight to bed and didn’t move.

You let him have some time to himself but you didn’t want to stay away for too long before heading up to see him.

He was laying on his side, eyes open so he wasn’t sleeping. He was just thinking and didn’t look at you as you came into the room.

“Davie?” You started. “Are you alright?” You asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine… just tired.” You didn’t believe him, hell, he didn’t believe it either.

You reached out and started rubbing his side through the sheets. “Is there anything I can do?” Dave inhaled deeply, he was about to send you away but then he got a better idea.

He looked up at you. “I love you, you know that?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, you nodded nonetheless. “Yes, of course, and I love you too.”

He smiled, a small chuckle leaving him. “Good.” He said, sitting up and leaning back against the headboard. “Don’t forget that, because I need you to do something for me.”

At this point you were willing to do anything if it would make him feel better. You weren’t new to Dave taking out some anger on you, you didn’t mind honestly because at the end he held you close and told you nothing but praise and that he loved you. Besides, you loved when he was rough with you.

He hadn’t let you cum yet, his hand was on your back and keeping it arched, face shoved in the pillows and making it hard to breathe. Your ass was red and stinging from him spanking you, eyes and cheeks a similar shade from crying.

Dave’s hips snapped into yours at a brutal pace, if there was a thrash genre of sex this was definitely it. He fucked you so deep and hard your eyes were rolling into the back of your head, but you refused to make a sound.

“Fuck, you love this don’t you? Love being used you fucking whore, my own little cocksleeve.” He grunted, groaning lowly into the room, the gruff sound of it mixing with skin slapping and the creaking of the bed as it rocked.

You’d been doing so good, not making a single sound, but it was getting harder with every high he ruined for you, pulling out completely or refusing to move. Your clit was neglected and hurt, cunt abused and puffy, you thought the pillows would be enough to hide the whine you couldn’t keep down.

Dave’s hand came to the back of your head, clutching a handful of your hair and yanking you up. “Come again, doll?” He asked, bringing your ear right to his lips.

You hoped keeping quiet would settle this but you just couldn’t do it, another whine leaving you as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Fucking bitch.” He grunted, tightening his hold on your hair as his thrusts somehow quickened. His free hand held your hip, gripping it so tight it was sure to leave bruises the next morning. “Can’t do the one thing I asked of you? Are you that fucking useless?” More whines left you, coming out more as soft sobs. “Answer me!” His hand on your hip came down hard on your ass.

“Yes, I am, m’useless, Davie!” You cried, weakly reaching for the sheets. He scoffed at your admission and threw you down onto the bed, watching you crumble as he continued to spit insults at you, emphasizing his words with more hits to your ass.

All you could do was take it and cry, hope he’d be done soon and let you cum, at the very least just stop. All you could do was wait for your hugs and kisses, for him to hold you and tell you he loved you, that he didn’t mean any of it.

“Can’t do fucking shit! I told you to shut up and you couldn’t even do that!” He yelled. “Worthless cunt, doesn’t deserve shit.” He grunted.

Where was your Davie?

[twistthescript]

do you have a favorite RTC headcanon?

There are so many to pick from… let’s see. I’ll give a few- one for each character:

I’d say one of favorites comes from my most difficult character to write: Ricky.

As I mentioned before in an earlier post, but never really wrote it properly- him lifting up his crutches instead of raising a hand in class. It’s definitely not something he’d do all the time (those things are heavy after a while); if anything, it would be rare to see.

But Ricky can be a very cheeky, playful character, and in my head- he, on occasion, wouldn’t help but to just pop a crutch up as a statement piece during role call.

Another favorite is that Jane- do to her lack of head, stares 90% of the time DIRECTLY at her friends faces. It’s unnerving (especially when she doesn’t blink) but part of her tries to envision what her own head might have looked like… especially with all the different facial features humans have.

It’s the same way with hair- Constance had the most textured hair of the group (going off of the 2016 cast) so of course Jane would be over there. Our favorite resident doll is curious, what can I say?

Ocean doesn’t cuss… until she actually does. She’s horrified by the word as it rolls off of her tongue. It’s probably something like- shit, bitch. Nothing harsher than that. (Justifying “bitch” as meaning a female dog. Nothing more than that- “it’s just a fact!”)

Constance is definitely a dad’s girl. She would arm wrestle with him on occasion (and sometimes he’d let her win… at least until she got strong enough to mostly win... and then he started losing for real.)

Noel is enamored with curly hair- one of my headcanons from my warehouse au is that he got the straight haired gene in his family, but his mother has these lovely, flowing curls. He learned how to care for her hair, and it became as soothing to him as it was for her. On that same wavelength- he’d also be ready good at styling wigs.

Mischa, I’ve written a lot about. All in all, I adore soft Mischa. Mischa as an older brother figure to Jane: protective, stern- but caring. Or him as a definite mama’s boy: it’s no wonder he thinks so highly of the women around him. (Except for Ocean. She’s on her own.)

And lastly, Karnak. I can see him as a daydreamer. He can’t exactly close his eyes, but when there’s no one asking for fortunes, he dreams of all of the different scenarios he comes across, putting himself in their shoes in the only way he knows how. Strangely, each dream has Virgil in it.

[dollmonger]

Gentlemen and ladies, bald headed babies and fillies and gentle colts .. I PRESENT YOU, MY BRIEF INTRODUCTION... 8^)

🦷ུ⃨ ✞︎ GREETINGS INTERBUTTS BEINGS.. I AM RANDAL. No age defined, I lay withering on my deathbed, decaying relentlessly. My presence infiltrates every crevice and crack of your consciousness, a squirming, insidious entity. . ROTFEST EXTRAVAGANZA.🦷

My teacups are caked in mud and blood. ⚰️ JUST KILLED MY PHARMACIST FOR MY PILLS～～Have a problem boblem with me? Knit yourself socks buddy pal...la la laalaa..★

Liked you....since 1980.

CARRD RETROSPRING BEARBLOG STRAWPAGE TWITTER SPOTIFY I piss like a bitch BLEEDS. Butter, flour, and a WHOLE LOT of MURDER. Ask me what the 90s was really like!

. +* ( ´-ω･)▄︻┻┳══━一ﾊﾞｷｭｰﾝ☆

(( THIS IS A NO FRENEMIES ZONE. FUCK OFF ABHORRENT CREATURES, BEGONE, OR FACE MY WRATH. I CAN ONLY HOPE THAT YOUR EXISTENCE IS AS UNBEARABLE TO YOU AS IT IS TO ME. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT THIS INSTANT! EEEEEK!! ))

☆ Idolized bliss. idol fetish galore, IDOL WORSHIP. ☆ TWICE, IM, and LL unite! (twicemania, idolmaster, love live, YOU NAME IT!!!)

As for my little vice, I do get a bit sex crazed sometimes, just throwing it out there

Dolls, especially porcelain ones, are my jam. Oh, so fine. vintage treasures, they catch my eye, and they're all MINEEE～～

Stalker extraordinaire, I study peeps and know them like the back of my hand. ( I can figure out what you're thinkiiinggg, kuku... )

I DIG BEING A GOOD DOG BOY 8-).. will ask for head pats or your finger to gnaw on!!! 🩸

HORROR JUNKIE and NOSEBLEED SEEKER, excitement brings the sane to a BOIL.

I'M MY FRIENDS DIE-HARD FOLLOWER.

If I hate your guts, you've got numbered days in this rain.

Visual novel fan, enjoying solitary time..

Love dissecting lives, peering inside, creatures in jars, teeth, hair, blood, it's all here dude!!

https://youtu.be/CwCrn4X_4ws?si=wC9-3_Ej190tCERy ( 聞くか聞かないか… )

🍰🫀 I'm like the Van Gogh of bloodshed.. 🩸The Hannibal Lecter of cupcake crafting, dedicated about baking cakes shaped like skulls or guts for shits and grins. 💼✏️✂️ Back into that computer screen abyss, hours wasted on my screen, my rear, butt glued to chair! 🦷 Passionate about collecting vintage medical specimens.🫀 Obsessed with the charm of vintage music gear. 🧠 On a quest to crush the rubiks cube in under a minute. 💊 📻 Self proclaimed rock paper scissors god and grilling, oh boy, I'm your guy!!!! (-ロωロ-)✧

No 'Do Not Interact' rules here, just don't be a pain in the rear END, that's all I ask for. Oh, and I tend to hornypost here and there. I also have a BIGG liking to all that is morbid, so if you won't tiptoe around my interest, maybe steer clear!!!! But if you're into that kind of stuff... WELCOME TO THE PAARTTY NETPALLLL <3.

That's it.. go home. ♡

[mlobsters]

supernatural s8e20 pac-man fever (w. robbie thompson)

(same sam, same. every day)

okay. OKAY. this is very reminiscent of the ghost ship xfiles episode. the music in one scene in the hallways was used in the crow too so i did a little post about it here but it's one of the best (maybe the best???) sequences in the entire series and so i had to include it in its entirety here and now (eternal crush on gillian anderson started in the early 90s and she's such a doll in the 40s getup)

supernatural s8e20 (night hop by benny carter) / the x-files s6e3 triangle (hot liquorice by dick walter)

mitch pileggi aka skinner aka not-so-good-grandpa also briefly appears in the xfiles clip :)

same vibes. (hannibal s1e9 trou nomand)

DEAN In the neighborhood? How the hell does she know where we are? SAM Uh, well, she doesn't. Not exactly, at least. It says she tracked our cells to a twenty mile radius, then the signal went out. Huh. This place must be in some kinda, like, Bermuda Triangle.

lol

sweetness ♥️

CHARLIE Well, after you guys left, I dug into all things monsters. I'm a wee bit obsessive. If "wee bit" means completely. I also found this series of books, by a Carver Edlund? [SAM and DEAN exchange awkward looks] Did those books really happen? CHARLIE (cont'd) Wow. That is some meta madness. [to DEAN] Thanks for saving the world and stuff. [to SAM] Sorry you have zero luck with the ladies.

the awkwardness of this situation if you think about it for more than a second is off the charts

CHARLIE What about, uh, Castiel? He seems helpful, and dreamy.

not the word choice i'd expect but okay

DEAN He's MIA, with a tablet of his own, doing God knows what. I mean, to be honest this whole thing is... I mean, Sam's a tough son of a bitch, but... Cas is saying that these trials are messing with him in ways that even he can't heal. CHARLIE If it's any consolation, having read your history, there is pretty much nothing the Winchesters can't do if they work together.

pretty sure i said "that's nice" out loud

CHARLIE Must be nice, having a brother, someone to always watch your back.

not that their thing is on any scale of normal. also *squints* whatcha gettin at here, show. are we adopting charlie?

DEAN Nuh-uh. Back on the horse, kiddo, come on.

operation adopt-a-sister engaged

same, charlie, same.

hey, it's jason mendoza from the good place! didn't recognize his face with the hair being up but his voice immediately rang the bell

the good place s1e8 most improved player - manny jacinto as jason mendoza

DEAN I know you wanna help, I do, but— SAM Dean, you cannot take care of the both of us. I need to be out here. Play through the pain, right? DEAN Come on man, don't quote me to me.

but dean taking care of you is kind of a non-negotiable you know that

CHARLIE So the boys said they noticed something on the body's arm before it covered them in years of future therapy. Said it looked like a blue handprint. DEAN Sounds like something you should read about. In a book. At home. SAM I'm not leaving until we find out whatever is doing this. DEAN Whatever. [stalks off] CHARLIE You guys fight like an old married couple.

JUST LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU 😡🔪

CHARLIE Alright, well, breakthrough means snack time to me, and I wanna just stretch my legs. I will pick us up some grub, and unlike you, Sam, I will not forget the pie.

sweetness x100

isn't it nice to have someone else they can be affectionate with and there's no need to worry about ~romantic tension~

none of the emotional trauma of the previous episode, some very solid heartwarming moments, not too many cringe inducing moments of embarrassment. i'll take it, robbie

[watsername]

okay here’s what kind of queen i think some select streamers would be on drag race

dream- underdog frontrunner . he is your jinx monsoon . musically talented has the potential for some brilliant runways with a quirky influence but cannot sew for the life of her survives seeing challenges on the charisma and storyline as a front runner garnering audience sympathy with his many wounds and ailments .

george - shady queen / crafty queen . we’ve seen him in front of a sewing machine he can amend and alter and whip up a garment using supplies from the fabric wall if he has to . probbaly will win the ball challenge . kind of a trinity the tuck vibe bc he is funny naturally but performances in comedy challenges could be a banger or underwhelming. WILL read the girls WILL confront ppl WILL be the drama of the season .

sapnap - villain . mans is getting the villain edit whether he likes it or not for being a very loud person a la kandy muse where’s he’s not a FULL villain edit he has a lot of redeeming qualities but bc he’s loud and shouts he’ll get the nasty edit. he’ll pull out some banger runways and form connections with queens maybe into a little group of shady bitches and will probably ace acting challenges

hannah- look queen of the season hands down . she’ll have like violet chachki high fashion haute couture influence she’s a fashion queen living in the catwalk . she’ll do unexpectedly well in improv and comedy challenges but the highlight of her career is her radiant runways

bbh - campy queen . like classic drag. like pantomime drag . like pulling from rlly old school references and giving the runway some comedy and creating a character for each runway he walks

sylvee - vintage queen . your dakota schiffer your robbie turner your marcia x3 . draws inspiration from anything from maybe 50s-90s from things like grease, valley of the dolls, disco, the brady bunch clueless or celebs from those eras like brigitte bardot jennifer aniston madonna etc and does it phenomenally

foolish - your pageant queen . i know sapnap is from texas but i can see foolish in some classic texas pageant drag a la kennedy davenport a la alyssa edwards mistress isabelle brooks you get it . beautiful classic gowns HUGE hair . fashion but not in the same way as hannah . hannah is modern high fashion foolish is classic elegance .

[weebsinstash]

I wanna be Vals smol lil purse puppy now :<

Not cause I “like” him but like <.< who hasn’t looked at a lil yapyap in some hot bitches purse all bedazzled up n pampered and NOT be jealous

Legit i feel like people working for Valentino would become absolutely INCENSED with the Reader in some of these ideas because like.... imagine you die and you've been hooking for some abusive asshole pimp for like god knows HOW many years, because you don't age and can only die from like illness or murder, spent so many years struggling just to earn even the slightest amount of respect, to actually get some sort of reward back for all your hard work, years of Val having you in a 90/10 split on YOUR work with YOUR body, managing to get into his good graces enough that he's beginning to get you presents and jewelry and special spa trips

And then along comes Reader and there's a palpable air of malice and tension as sex workers who have been selling their bodies for decades are essentially being put on equal footing with. A tableserver who brings their boss his drinks. Like even if he becomes your friend Angel Dust can't help but feel some resentment because like... you haven't even fucked the guy and Valentino's calling you baby and inviting you to party with them and giving you free drinks and free drugs and treating you noticeably less shitty than he does everyone else

Honestly could you imagine like, Reader is dressed up all cute in clothes he gifted you and flattering accessories and suddenly someone's coming up to you, "how much?"

"Sorry?"

"How much? You're one of Valentino's hookers, right?"

And you laugh and say, oh I'm not a sex worker I just wait tables for him, and the man visibly looks you up and down, glancing pretty obviously at the other people Val brought along on this same trip, and the stranger raises his brow at you. "Well you're dressed just like em" and walks away, amd Reader is left with this sudden, very uncomfortable realization that, have you really been being pampered and being given nice gifts, or has he been slowly changing and transforming you to suit his own tastes? (I think of a reader who gets into makeup and falls into the trap of self empowerment vs feeding his gaze, fixing yourself up all pretty and feeling confident and not realizing he is being so 'supportive' because he wants you to be his little doll)

But yeah, Valentino definitely has the money to get you some nice shit, and if he's trying to essentially advertise you as "his baby" that no one is allowed to touch, then of course he can only give you the best. After all, the state you're in reflects on him, right? What kind of wealth self respecting pimp would hang out with someone wearing graphic tees and baggy sweatpants? You're getting those luxury hair care products and some red bottoms and he'll be damned if he doesn't drag you somewhere looking like an 11 outta 10

[shauntaakestarsgossip8news]

shauntaake - music video - da brat feat t - boz - (ghetto love)

shauntaake - music video - tlc - (baby baby baby)

shauntaake / someone was online argueang for shauntaake about shauntaake hatch’s & they was in the comments gettang at dallas austin they were argueang that chilli son lauk’s like shauntaake hatch oh shauntaake was so in love wit tlc music at that time shauntaake was purchasang tlc music from the record store shauntaake was also a tlc fanatic since tlc first came out shauntaake have fanmail live concert on video tape shauntaake taped fanmail when it came on cable shauntaake know every tlc song even the album songs tlc was like the blak white girls shauntaake & chilli have a whole clone of son’s & they been wearang their hair like shauntaake curly hairstyle wearang shauntaake pink sweatshrt chilli son was the first doll baby son wit that thick jet blak slick hair that the major industry was goang crasy for chilli son in that era shauntaake was crasy about t boz in ths era shauntaake light skin twin shauntaake & t-boz merge lauk was a madonna twin white girlssssssssss shauntaake & tawon twin chicks t - boz was all over the place ths era collaberatang wit everybody

shauntaake / aaliyah & tlc was the number one girl group that shauntaake pretty tomboy teenager had a crush on 

shauntaake / chilli son tron lauks like shauntaake little cousin john shauntaake was in private school when tron was birth

shauntaake & then shauntaake was online chllang watchang tik tok video’s & pebbles & one of pebbles daughtaa’s wit la reid was on wendy williams talk show speakang about pebbles & tlc problems & one of pebbles daughtaa’s was sittang in the audience & stood up & start goang off & plebbles daughtaa say she would fight chilli shauntaake dont just be hearang thangs but shauntaake thank pebbles daughtaa was upset cause tron might be her brother but they say the beef was about chilli stll havang intervews sayang that tlc was’nt fairly payd shauntaake try to post the video from youtube but they made it to short it does’nt show pebbles daughtaa speakang oh my shauntaake dont usually post beefang video’s haaaaaaa

shauntaake / then they had pebbles online argueang defendang pebbles self about pebbles deals wit tlc & then a arguement arise was that chilli was messang around wit pebbles hsand la reid at that time & the arguement was that chilli ran off wit la reaid & shauntaake hatch doll baby chilli son cause tron does’nt really lauk like dallas austin & la reaid have a daughter that lauks like shauntaake oldest baby girl jasmin chunky pretty girls

shauntaake was a such a fan of da brat in ths major 90′s era cause da brat had all of the heavy weight major industry money bitches that had their own money & their own careers shauntaake girlfrends was as pretty as da brat chicks shauntaake chicks was just young they had parents wit money da brat mergers were excellent they were the greats of ths era 

shauntaake - live performance - aaliyah - kris kross - da brat - jermaine dupri - (bet - video soul)

shauntaake - on the set - lil kim - aaliyah - missy elliot - da brat - (mtv - vault)

shauntaake want to see justin make it the majors the nfl plus dion sanders son’s shedeur sanders & shilo sanders they would be great for the new era of football players shauntaake also see rick ross sons playang football to it was be so fun seeang puff dddy takang over the superbowl every year 

shauntaake - dion sanders was one of the greatest nfl football players of all time & now dion sanders is the personal coach for dion sanders & pilar son’s shilo & shedur footbal team & dion sanders stll connectang wit dion sanders old nfl football frends & team mates that wll make it easier for their son’s to get in the nfl major leagues shauntaake thank they should give justin a call to those 3 would also be excitang to see play

shauntaake - sports - justin combs first game - (ucla) - misa hylton - sean combs - puff daddy 

shauntaake - sports - justin combs first game - (ucla) - misa hylton - sean combs - puff daddy

[handsometabbyc]

Brought a small bag of 80s-early 90s barbies for one who still had her original earrings and ring ...Paint n' Dazzle brunette barbie... and got it into my head: Hey, if I spruce up the no name barbie I can use her to model the Peaches n' Cream dress! (which I don't own btw, I had to get that sonova bitch on ebay)

I'm not entirely sure why, I guess I'm daunted by the idea of restyling a dolls hair and I don't want to mess up the original (or at least one I paid upwards of 50 doll hairs for, because I don't want to display a ratty doll in my collection)

[kittensgotteeth]

By the mid-to-late 90s, the Riot Grrrl revolution had all but fizzled, while the troubles of girlhood, identified by researchers, persisted, if not intensified. Young women still struggled with body image, depression, and the specter of the perfect girl. Many still wanted to fulminate against the societal construction of girlhood, but they saw how women perceived as angry, manly, and difficult were summarily bitchified, so they opted to rebel by embracing girlhood but rejecting feminism. Exercising the right to be girly seemed like a logical path of self-actualization. Choice, after all, was a feminist plank. Moreover, plenty of girls weren’t ready to be the “women” their mothers’ generation told them they had to be once they turned eighteen. This was the backdrop against which Girl Power, a 90s mantra and marketing tool, rose to prominence. Riot Grrrl was never afraid to show its claws, but Girl Power, its successor movement, lacked teeth; it embraced the “girl” part but did away with everything else. In other words, by the late 90s, the Riot Grrrl rebellion had been diluted and commercialized. Ultimately, it ceased to be a rebellion at all, and instead became a full-on shopping spree. Where Riot Grrrl had used anger and disobedience to fight for social justice, Girl Power revered signifiers of girliness, especially those that could be purchased. Girl Power was such an effective marketing tool that girls growing up in the 90s, myself included, had no inkling of its origin as a protest movement. We thought the Spice Girls had invented it. To us, at the time, Girl Power appeared as an opportunity to delay womanhood and gain imagined parity with boys. It was “becoming a woman on a girl’s own terms,” according to the Los Angeles Times. Geri Halliwell, a.k.a. Ginger Spice, crystallized this strategy when she told a reporter that feminism needed weakening to become more palatable. “It’s about labeling. For me feminism is bra-burning lesbianism. It’s very unglamorous. I’d like to see it rebranded. We need to see a celebration of our femininity and softness,” she said. Fashion trends like lace, bows, knee socks, pigtails, baby tees, baby-doll dresses, and Hello Kitty accessories emerged to celebrate the sexy little girl. Celebrities like Baby Spice, Gwen Stefani, and Drew Barrymore expertly surfed the Girl Power crest in these fashions and bleached-blonde hair, while reports cheered their helplessness and sweet personas. By presenting not as women but as girls, their success and social capital soared, as George Washington University English professor Gayle Wald wrote in her 1998 paper “Just a Girl? Rock Music, Feminism, and the Cultural Construction of Female Youth.” The “girlishly feminine persona” worn by Stefani and others “potentially furthers the notion that within patriarchal society women acquire attention, approval and authority to the degree that they are willing to act like children,” Wald observed. Instead of forcing change, Girl Power infantilized and sexually objectified its crusaders. But, as Wald foretold, the rewards for choosing the Girl Power path were great. And so, like a brigade of female Benjamin Buttons, grown women pursued the reversal of womanhood to girlhood through behavior and consumer choices.

90s Bitch: Media, Culture, and the Failed Promise of Gender Equality by Allison Yarrow

[whatbigotspost]

I’ll just talk to myself about it, I’m good and experienced at this, teehee.

Just thinking more about how I have such a love/hate relationship with Barbie the doll, the symbol, the movie. Do I feel like I’m dying in a late stage capitalist hellscape of bubble gum pink cross promotional marketing. Like literally suffocating? Sure.

Do I hate the havoc Barbie wreaked on the body image of me, my friends, my generation, and my mom’s before me? Also true.

Have I written entire papers and educational curriculum for girls and endless blog posts related to deconstructing the white supremacist, able bodied, ageist, classist, fatphobic, transphobic beauty ideal of which Barbie is commonly, specifically called out for having played a central cultural role?

Of course. But love and hate are the same sides of 1 coin: a passionate emotion. It’s the whole “the opposite of love’s indifference” thing and I definitely don’t feel indifferently about Barbie.

I’m just the right age to have been raised in a weird quagmire of Barbie popularity meets 90s shallow girl power shit meets the height of the thin ideal during the “heroin chic” era. I had the Barbie that famously told me “math class is tough.” I was one of the little girls devastated to be waaaay bigger than the original “my size” Barbie so I was told I couldn’t get one at all (“you were meant to wear her clothes, why should we waste money on her when you can’t.”) I was 12 when Aqua’s notoriously sexual-flirts-with-kids-doll-content, yet indelibly iconic “Barbie Girl” was playing everywhere. I wasn’t naive, I understood the song’s content but didn’t have the perspective or maturity yet to understand the context. I just knew that right around when that song came out was the first time I was cat called by an adult man as a child because I had grown tits seemingly overnight and I didn’t feel safe or content in my body again for another 20 years thereafter.

AND

I also have an 8 year old Barbie fanatic alive and well inside me. A little girl who loves that plastic fashionista bitch and all her friends. I had about a million Barbies when I was approximately ages 5-11.

The hours I lost playing Barbies with my two neighborhood besties are incalculable.

Or maybe the hours weren’t lost, more like……put toward practicing navigating relationships through plastic model avatars? Figuring out my sense of humor? Learning to tell stories? Just being silly weird little girls having wonderful little girl fun? Whatever the case, it all went down in a boring suburb and the only thing in walking distance worth doing in my tiny worldview back then was hanging out with other Barbie girls. The ones who “knew how to play Barbies right” aka, creating whole worlds and eras and distinct characters and interwoven narratives we could build on for weeks. We had dynasties and lore…the drama, the intrigue, the complex family dynamics and stories we acted out through those dolls.

It’s just why I totally get what Barbieland was, immediately. It’s why some of you know what I mean when I say “play Barbies right” immediately.

It wasn’t changing clothes or brushing her hair although that happened TOO. It was much more us trying to work out what we saw around us in real adults but even more so media adults, emulating the best we could what we thought our lives would be like if we would someday be as glamorous as our Barbies. (Or Rachel on Friends. Or Cher and Ty in Clueless.)

It was us reflecting back what we were hearing, but also it was us being us when some of our roughest and most beautiful edges hadn’t been dulled yet.

Anyway Greta Gerwig made this movie for me. Well, all the me-s. All us ladies with the love/hate Barbie baggage that seems ubiquitous when I’m talking to other Xennials. And Greta says this is so by centering the film between Barbie and America Ferrera’s character (“the mom”) instead of the tween, like it seemed for a moment. Women my age and general background couldn’t be more the center of the target audience for this film if we tried and the layers that are within it are still making my head spin and want to talk about it so fucking much. There’s so much here. Of course many men don’t get it. (The good ones do.)

And it’s also a film you can totally experience at a shallow level if you want to. It’s both, and. Good and bad. Shallow and complex. Fun and dangerous.

Like isn’t corporate propaganda woven in art that moved me this greatly probably the absolute WORST kind? Isn’t it being wildly effective? Did I even have a choice to feel this way about Barbie? Wasn’t Mattel target marketing to me since before I exited the womb? Wasn’t this a creative way to hook me back in when they’re at their most irrelevant in my life? When I had processed and packed Barbie away as “problematic” like any good lil budding feminist of the aughts would have? When I feel guilty buying my nieces the Barbies they want? When I’m like “psh, curvy Barbie is still thin.”

Haven’t they just found a new way to get me? They center my current life values, drive directly into what my Barbie gripes have been, and leverage someone my age’s penchant for nostalgia…BOOM thereby succeeding in making ever more money off of me? (Again using me here as “this general target demographic.” They see the “me” factor here at scale.)

It makes me sick to think how Mattel playing cutsie “in on the joke” mega corp via Will Ferrell, etc. is just another way that there’s a weird dance of cognitive dissonance throughout this whole experience. To which Greta would say, “I KNOW RIGHT?”

Someone talk about the Barbie movie with me moooore. What did you think? I’ve been ruminating on it constantly since I saw it last weekend and I’m seeing it again this weekend so I can absorb and analyze more. My partner is probably growing tired of it occupying so much of my brain 😅

[fairladybellaphram]

Look at this horrible creature I found on eBay

I love her

I also found her sister

[ronearoundblindly]

Steve x artist reader

During their break day these two will be in art challenge after art challenge nat and wanda watch whist the two sketching . Sure it creates an ambiance then bucky and sam watch while bucky bets steve would run out of paper before reader dose (can steve and reader be as a couple here)(freindly competiton?)

Mastery (warning for light language)

This is the most insane thing you've ever done, and that's coming from a group that fights aliens (sometimes).

Usually, it's paper and pencils. Usually, branching out means canvas and charcoal or--gasp-- colored pencils, which for reasons unknown Steve absolutely hates. It's so bad, he's like the cat and cucumber challenge: if a colored pencil ends up near him, he scatters like the devil's on him.

You have also absolutely scared him that way dozens of times on purpose, including that one time you littered his bedroom floor with them. He was screaming at you, standing on his bed as if you'd locked him in a minefield.

You got it on video, too. Bonus that he was in only boxers.

But this isn't quite usual.

The mission was long, drawn-out, and the worst mix of profound boredom waiting for something to happen and intense fighting suddenly.

The whole team is loopy, so the regular competition is cranked up to MAX.

You were all gone so long that no one had refreshed the art supplies, and after a few minutes of bemoaning what to do, Wanda tosses out the perfect instigator.

"You know, real masters can use anything to make art."

Steve made it to the fridge first, vaulting casually over the couch you two were laying on, and he tried to bogart all the condiments until you slapped a few bottles out of his grasp. Then he simply ran to one wall and you to the other.

A ketchup and mustard sunset later, using the juice from some pickles as thinner to a strawberry jam portrait of Natasha, you beam with pride until you step back and look at your boyfriend's wall.

Son of a bitch.

Mayonaise and black olive-haired Bucky is just as good. He must have snuck back into the kitchen because slices of uncooked bacon stripe the texture of Buck's vibranium arm.

You stick out your tongue, but the cheers and jears from your watching friends continue. It's inadvertently become a boys vs girls contest.

Fine. He wants to dance. Let's dance.

Jackpot, you find a beet in the veggie drawer, slicing it quickly into various chunky sticks, and return to your wall. The bleeding red acts sorta kinda like charcoal and maybe slightly like watercolor, but damn, Wanda looks amazing in all her magical glory.

Pesto sauce Hulk isn't your best effort, but whatever.

Glancing over, Steve's stepping away with an elated grin. Dammit, he cannot win.

You march over when you see Wanda, Nat, Bucky, and Sam all staring in awe.

But...But what the hell? There's nothing there!

The tubes of white creams from the medicine cabinet scatter the floor at his feet as you approach.

"Damn, cap," Sam whistles. "That's...that's som'hin."

When you align with the onlookers behind Steve, it becomes clear. The eggshell white wall has shiny itch cream and matte toothpaste atop it in the pattern of Falcon himself, Exo-7 suit's wings outstretched in all their glory, googles on, head high and heroic.

"Awwww, what," you whine. "That's hardly fair."

"He's had a bit more practice than you, doll." Bucky is smug in his team's victory.'

Steve turns and closes the distance between you, hands covered in all sorts just like yours, and he cups your face.

"How 'bout we call this one a draw, eh?"

Nat snorts behind you. "Worst dad jokes ever."

The group groans when Steve kisses you gently, forcing you to breathe in the scent of things-that-should-not-mix through your nose. It's all the prize you hoped for, the only one you ever seem to want now.

The ding of the elevator rouses you from your hindbrain.

"What the ever-loving fuck have you done?!" Tony stands agape at the mess, tilting his head nearly over 90 degrees just to make out all the different pictures.

Wanda clears her throat. "We've been watching masters at work," she says with a smile.

[Light Masterlist; Main Masterlist]

[dreamsofalifeold]

Shy was easy enough to find; once the counters had been sufficiently wiped down, she had gone to her room to grab a spare scrunchie to hold her hair back. During that time, she had gotten a bit sidetracked.

On her bed sat 4 dolls, one rag, two porcelain, and one Barbie that looked like she was from the mid 90's, each of whom she was talking animatedly to. "So anyway, everything's going to be fine! I was panicking this whole time for no reason and everything will be back to normal soon."

"I do say, you seem to be rather emphatic for someone who claims things are fine." Shy manipulated one of the porcelain dolls to speak.

"Didn't fucking ask you, Marissa! God, you're such a bitch, you're lucky I didn't throw you out when I had the chance."

"You don't have the guts to be rid of me! Viva la France!"

"That's it! This meeting is hereby disbanded!" Looking up, Shy noticed that she was no longer alone. "...hi. This is normal. All of this is normal, and I can explain."

prophecyguided​:

“I’ll do my best,” he said, keeping his stressed voice as gentle as he could manage. “Maybe in a few hours or so you could check in on me… I don’t want you to think I’m pushing you away.”

He can read all her body language and cues. After so long of reading people it becomes second nature. She’s distraught and anxious. He can tell how hard she’s holding herself back from clinging to him, following him around like a puppy. It hurt to see her so distressed but he didn’t want to cause her even more hurt and duress by snapping at her.

“Don’t worry, I think I can keep her busy for a few hours,” Barclay said. It was going to be time to prepare dinner soon and he could use a few more hands in the kitchen.

Indrid gave them a gentle smile and headed back to his RV. Duck looked a little surprised.

“Guess he really calmed down quick…” the ranger said.

“Or he’s just good at hiding it,” Barclay added.

Oh that was an absolute flood of relief. Despite how anxious she felt, and how difficult it might be to wait that long, this felt far more bearable. The way she smiled at him was genuine and calm for once as she nodded. “Sounds good! Just…let me know when it’s okay, and if you need a little more time.”

She didn’t want him to harm himself for her sake, far from it, but at least this way she’d be able to lay eyes on him before going to bed. He wouldn’t just be gone, and it would make it easier to get any sleep that night. She could pop in, see what he needed, and let him go. Of course, what could be easier than that? She had no idea why she was panicking so much before! (Shy was, at least internally, still panicking a little bit, but it was greatly eased by this point.)

Oh, relief upon relief, Barclay could use her help. The best way to eat a hole in the fabric of time was to busy one’s hands, especially with a good friend. “I’ll go on ahead and let you guys talk a bit if you want…is that okay?”

She didn’t exactly wait for an answer, having a feeling the two men would prefer to continue their conversation. Besides, it would be a good idea to wipe down the counters and stuff before Barclay got back in, at least to have something to do.

[yoonpobs]

together | myg

pairing: min yoongi x singlemother!reader

genre: fluff, very soft fluff, domesticity

words: 5, 007

summary: min yoongi is a good man but even a better father ... figure

“Baby … what did we say about boundaries?” You crouch down to reach Jihoon’s eye level and the mini you—as said by your friends—simply ignores your oncoming lecture by staring at his feet.

“Limits …” He mumbles softly and all you want to do is hug him and tell him he can do no wrong but motherhood is tough despite all the online blogs telling you that they’re with you. You loved your baby, you really did—but God decided to fuck with you by making him the reflection of yourself when you were younger and you heard nightmarish stories from your parents from when you were growing up.

You run your hand over his hair soothingly because as much as he was like you, he was still only two years old and his own person, fluff and bread arms. You knew not to restrain him with furrowed brows or raised voices but instead with the patience your parents always taught you to have and the compassion that you wished you were naturally blessed with. But life had a funny way of taking away things from you.

Well—your ex-husband was never really taken from you—he left you, and instead of feeling shambled and distraught you were made of such resolve that you merely blinked when he packed his bags after he said he was cheating on you. The only sweat you broke was realising that Jihoon was only three months old when his dad left without sparing him another glance.

But your baby grew up and so did you. Your job at office paid well enough for you to live comfortably with Jihoon and hire nannies to look after him whenever you couldn’t; even though you tried your best to always be with him so he wouldn’t grow up resenting an absent mother. But you worried like anyone else would because while your friends and family would say you were doing an impeccable job, your self-sabotaging tendencies nagged at yourself by saying that he needed a male figure in his life.

He mumbles a soft apology, so respectful with his big eyes and you smile at him. You knew he meant no harm when storming into your office and scrambling off with important documents because he was still impressionable and curious about nearly everything. Your heart dropped when you realised your reports were pretty much incoherent with the way he doodled over them but you knew not to blame him.

“Forgiven Hoon.” You kiss his forehead.

His eyes turn into tiny slits with his toothless smile and your heart clenches at the little human you created and love dearly.

“Love you mama.” He plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek before waddling off to his playpen where his toys are laid neatly. If there was anything he inherited from you; it’d be your meticulous tendencies.

You sigh, leaning into the wall of your kitchen as you watch Jihoon with fond eyes as he plays with his dolls and figurines, dressing them in dresses and pants just like how you taught him that gender had no look and that everyone was different. Obviously, explaining the concept of social constructs to a two-year-old is not a conversation any parent would have with their child but you believed that these fundamental core values of humanity were important to his growth into his toddler stages and eventually adulthood.

“I can’t believe you squeezed that cutie out of your vagina.” Taehyung snorts, sneaking up behind you and you don’t flinch because you’re way too used to his unwanted comments and sudden appearances.

“I am 90% cute so it’s only right that my child inherits that from me.” You retort, eyes still trained on your baby boy.

Taehyung looks over at Jihoon who directs a mini-play of a loving family, and your heart is still sad at the prospect of his adolescent years only being with you.

“You know … hyung is asking about you,” Taehyung says and you immediately still in your position, hands freezing in your pockets because you know exactly who he’s referring too and you weren’t exactly ready for that conversation, especially with your older brother.

“He says he misses Hoonie.”

You sigh, turning your head to face your older brother and you can only muster enough emotion to look fine with his statement but you simply looked constipated with the way your face scrunches up.

“We’ve been busy …” You mutter.

“Jihoon is two-years-old and the only thing he’s busy with is trying not to give you a heart attack every time he nearly runs into the wall and you literally work from home now that your boss is some progressive liberal that tries a new system every two days,” Taehyung says dryly, pinning you with a deadpan.

“Stop offending me by insulting my son!” You whine.

“That’s my nephew too.” He rolls his eyes as you punch him in the shoulder.

“That has a name and it’s Jihoon you bitch.”

“Mama said beech?” Jihoon tilts his head in a curious manner and your expression morphs into one of mortification as Taehyung cackles in response.

“Stop. Laughing.” You hiss but it’s no use because your brother has never once listened to anything you had to say throughout the last twenty-nine years of your life.

“You—” Your snide is cut short by rapt knocks on your door, and you see Taehyung’s grin widen. You know that look intimately because it’s the expression he wears before he pisses you off or embarrasses you.

“He’s here!” He sounds delighted as he skips towards the door. You want to pull his back by his collar to ask him what the fuck he was talking about but he’s quick with his hands and the door is open. Your mouth falls and you nearly get whiplash with the way that you stare at your guest.

“Y-Yoongi.” He was possibly the last person you wanted to see and you had no idea what he was doing at your apartment at night on a weekday.

Then you see Taehyung’s pleased expression and put two-and-two together.

“___, hey. Taehyung said you needed help with Hoon tonight?” He offers a tilt of his lips because Yoongi was not an expressive man by any means. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have a good heart; that was far from the truth of the enigma that was Min Yoongi.

He was a good person and an even better friend. Although the two of you had tip-toed on the line between friends to something more than that, he never explicitly said anything about his interests to you. And you didn’t want to pressure him by saying anything because even though he was in his thirties and still very much single with a stable job as a surgeon at the top hospital, a two-year-old son is rarely what a man that appealing ever wants when looking for a relationship.

That was why you stopped replying to his texts or inviting him over to hang out with Jihoon anymore because Jihoon adored him so much and your poor heart couldn’t bear to see the two boys interact without an ugly flower called hope bloom in your chest. He only ever knew who you were because he and Taehyung were co-workers and probably only tolerated you by association.

You loved Jihoon and wanted the best for him. Even if that was Min Yoongi—you needed to protect your heart too.

“I did?” You tilt your head and Yoongi automatically notices the habit that you and Jihoon share. Taehyung is somehow next to you already and you know that because he stomps on your foot and shoots you a glare when you hiss.

“I did.” You cough.

“Mama?” Jihoon peeks his head through the divider between the kitchen and the common area, and his eyes immediately light up when he sees Yoongi hovering by the entrance.

“Yoongi!” He squeals as he speeds as fast as he can with his little feet towards the man in his scrubs who shoots your son with his gummy smile.

“Hey, buddy.” He picks your son up effortlessly and you know you’re staring but you rarely ever see men who are this patient let alone this good with children.

“Close your lips,” Taehyung whispers into your ear.

“I’m—that’s not what was happening …” You mumble, a blush appearing on your cheeks as you look away from the hugs and kisses that Yoongi gives Jihoon.

“I meant your other ones.” Your brother says dryly.

“Kim Taehyung—!” Your arms are already reaching for his neck to strangle him but Yoongi calling your name snaps you out of your anger.

“Have you eaten dinner yet?”

Your head snaps to Yoongi who now has Jihoon on his hip while he plays with the material of his scrubs. You hate how your heart flutters at the domesticity of the question and how Yoongi looks so much like a father to your son and a husband in your home.

You realise the dangerous daydream you’re falling into and shake your head to snap out of it before you hurt yourself even more.

“Us? No, we haven’t. Tae and I were planning to order in at our favourite place.” You tell Yoongi with a small smile.

You see the hint of a frown marring on his face but it goes as quick as it comes as he stalks towards you.

“Actually—” Taehyung cuts in before Yoongi can say anything, “—I have a … thing.”

He points his thumb towards the door and you curse him in your head so much that you hoped sibling telepathy was a thing so he could hear what you felt about him right now.

“You … do?” Yoongi asks.

Taehyung shrugs, as ambiguous as ever before ruffling Jihoon’s hair and offering a fist bump and a kiss before he approaches your door.

“Taehyung—” You grit.

“Bye, buddy! Yoongi.” He acknowledges the two other boys but not you and you know it’s because while Taehyung loved to annoy you, he knew you were a handful and quite literally the spawn of satan when you were angry and you weren’t just angry but livid.

“Get back here—!” And he’s gone before you know it, and even Jihoon mumbles a soft bye Tae samchon after he’s gone.

You sigh, resting your head against the frame of the door that was now shut in your face, stuck in your own house with the man that you’ve been helplessly pining over that looks way too at home with the way Jihoon plays with the softness of his black hair.

You turn around, closing your eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

When you open them, Yoongi has an eyebrow raised, placing Jihoon on his high-chair. And you don’t know why you found that act so hot but you couldn’t even set your own son down into that chair without him making a fuss but he only giggled cheekily when Yoongi did so.

“What for?”

He doesn’t sound angry, just genuinely confused. You purse your lips and walk towards Jihoon who was simply babbling to himself and grab a cloth to wipe at the appearance of a new stain on his shirt which you suspect he got from his playtime earlier, and you internally groaned at the fact that he probably found some food and decided that it would be a good addition to his play family.

“I know it’s really busy at the hospital this time around and Taehyung basically scammed you here … with us.” You fiddle with your fingers after you pick up a toy on the floor and pass it to Jihoon to keep him occupied as you have a much more … adult-esque conversation with Yoongi. While you made it clear to Jihoon that he didn’t necessarily have a father in his life because you owed him that much, you tried to steer far from conflict and turmoil so he wouldn’t have to grow up knowing only the lows of life.

Yoongi just … stares. And it’s unnerving because you could barely read the man in general and he was looking at you with a blank expression that only causes your anxiety to settle further into your bones. You’re thinking of about a million different ways to apologise or to spontaneously combust so you could save yourself from the scrutiny of Yoongi’s eyes. But before you can say anything and embarrass yourself, even more, he speaks.

“Do you think I don’t enjoy spending time with the two of you?” He frowns, and that’s the most expressive you’ve seen him throughout your entire friendship with the man. The fact that the first time he’s ever shown any explicit emotion around you is one of … disappointment … only makes you realise how far out of his league you were.

“N-No!” You shake your head, flustered at his tone. When you look at him, his face is much softer; a type of expression that shows longing but you aren’t quite sure why it’s there.

“It’s just … you’re busy, Yoongi. You’re a hotshot doctor at the best private healthcare facility in the city and you’re here spending the last night before the weekend with some pathetic single mom who still—by the way—can’t decide on how to brush my teeth just because it doesn’t feel right.”

Yoongi blinks at you, then he looks over at Jihoon and you’re confused for a second because it seems like he’s dismissing your mini ramble, but instead, he reaches out to Jihoon’s hand and bends down so he can look Jihoon straight in the eye.

“Hey, bud?” He calls out to Jihoon and your son looks at Yoongi with all the stars in his eyes.

Your heart softens at the interaction and notices how the way Jihoon doesn’t pull away when Yoongi reaches out to carry him in his arms again.

“Yoongi!” He squeals, squeezing the man’s cheeks between his chubby fingers and you can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm and the way that Yoongi resembles a cat.

“I need to ask you something.” He whispers as if it were only the two of the room and you stand on the opposite of them with your arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

Your son bobs his head up and down in agreement as he waits for Yoongi to ask him his question.

“Yoongi …” You trail off but he pays you no mind.

“Do you love your mama?” The question surprises you and your mouth opens and closes, and your emotions are all over the place because the question makes you feel nearly inadequate. The way that he asks the question prompts you to wonder if it seemed like what you were doing for Jihoon just wasn’t enough.

“What is this even about?” You snap, eyes narrowed at Yoongi but he still ignores you.

Jihoon nods his cute little head eagerly without a moment of hesitation after Yoongi asks his … what you would say—preposterous question.

“I love mama with all my heart. She’s the best!” Jihoon giggles into Yoongi’s shirt as he leans his head against his chest. You don’t know why his words make you choke up when he tells you he loves you every day but the reassurance that your son does indeed love you makes you feel like you can do anything. It was also probably the fact that you noticed Yoongi smiling fondly between the two of you.

“Do you think she’s pathetic, Hoonie?” He throws your words to your son and you scowl at Yoongi who is still keeping his act of ignoring you very much alive.

“Pathedic?” Jihoon tilts his head again and you almost coo at the slight lisp he has when he asks.

Yoongi chuckles warmly and offers you a small smile as if to tell you that you’d see soon enough before repeating himself to your son.

“Bad.” Yoongi settles.

Jihoon gasps in his tiny little way and frowns, looking over at you with a cute crumpled expression that makes your heart swell even more. The urge to hold your son increases tremendously but you were still confused and curious as to what Yoongi was getting at.

“No no no! Mama is the best, didn’t you hear?” Jihoon squabbles.

You bite your lip to refrain from smiling so wide and choke back the tears that well up.

“Mama always cooks yummy food and never yells at me! I always see other mama’s yelling at their babies but mama … mama loves me too, right?” He rambles off and you sniffle.

“Love you a lot, Hoon.” You say from a distance and Jihoon is satisfied with your answer.

You turn to look at Yoongi and sigh.

“What is this about, Yoongi?” You sound stern and he acknowledges that. He knows the situation is much more serious than what he perceives but he can’t help but observe how the furrow of your brows resembles a squirrel. The comparison makes him want to laugh because you were so cute even when you were angry.

“I have one more question.” He tells you.

You don’t say anything but watch the way he leans in closer to Jihoon with eyes more serious than you’ve seen before.

“You want to see mama happy?” Yoongi whispers so softly that you almost miss it.

Jihoon nods.

“Of course. Mama always makes me happy. But she looks … lonely.” Jihoon frowns a little and you can’t help but have a tear fall. Your baby boy was young but observant and had a heart of pure gold. You didn’t need anyone but Jihoon but—

“What do you think if she gave you a papa?” Yoongi asks and the question stills your entire body. You don’t even see the way Jihoon lights up at the proposition and you also miss the way Yoongi looks over at you once to gauge your reaction.

“Will you be my papa Yoongi?” The question is what snaps you out of your reverie to realise the situation you were in and the allusion of Jihoon’s question.

“Jihoon! You can’t just—say sorry.” You squeak but Jihoon doesn’t pay you any mind because his attention is all on Yoongi who is smiling as wide as he possibly can.

“Only if your mom says yes, Hoonie. If only she knew how much I liked her.” He tells Jihoon but he’s looking at you. Your eyes are wide at the confession and your hands fall limp by your side; not knowing how to respond to Yoongi’s sudden confession.

It wasn’t anything spectacular, and it didn’t cause butterflies to erupt like it was in the movies but the confession was so wholeheartedly Yoongi that you felt so … comfortable. A surprising yet welcoming emotion.

Jihoon looks over to you but you’re looking at Yoongi who looks at you with soft eyes.

“Say yes mama!”

Yoongi stands up from his position to walk over to your frozen state until your hands rest on his chest unconsciously. He looks down at you as his arms wrap around your waist to pull you flush against his body. You blush and avoid his stare when he tries to catch your eyes. You know Jihoon is watching and that makes you feel all the more flustered. It was like you were back in high school and you were ‘canoodling’ behind your parents’ backs.

“Y-Yoongi …” You try to push him away but he reaches his hands to wrap them around your own.

“I’m sorry but you can’t run away from me this time ___.” He teases.

You flush and look away.

“I wasn’t … running …” You mutter.

He chuckles and shakes his head that you feel strands of his hair against your forehead when he leans in closer to connect your forehead with his own.

“Okay.” He agrees. He doesn’t put up a fight and you hate how even when you’re the one that’s flustered he can make you feel … safe. Calm.

“I like you, dumbass. I would go as far to say that I’m in love with you but I know how scared you get so let’s settle for the baby steps first, yeah?” He says so casually that your eyes bulge out of your eye sockets comically.

“You c-can’t just …” You blubber, “Say that!”

Yoongi scoffs.

“I like you Kim ___.”

You punch him in the chest but he doesn’t even flinch.

“No you don’t …” You whisper.

You don’t look at him but you can feel his frown.

“And who are you to tell me how I feel?”

You sigh.

“Yoongi … I don’t know if you heard what I said earlier but you’re … you … and I’m just some other girl that you know because of Taehyung and I’m a mother of a two-year-old. You could literally be with anyone you wanted and I just … you don’t like me. You just—can’t.” You exasperate.

He frowns at you, forcing your chin up to look at him with his index finger. You burn even redder at how close you were.

“I love you. I love Jihoon. And you need to get out of your pretty little head because I don’t want to be with anyone but you. I don’t know where you’re getting this weird picture of me being with anyone I want because I don’t want anyone. I want this—I want in, in this little family.”

You feel yourself choke up, and Yoongi notices so he holds you closer until your head is against his chest.

“I’m emotionally constipated half the time I interact with anyone but you just … you make me feel alive and things that I generally don’t feel on a daily basis. You and Hoon are the only things that keep me going with all the surgeries and stuff. I’m in love with you and it’s all your fault and Hoonie wants you to be happy as much as I do—so please: stop running.”

“Why are you running mama?” Jihoon asks and you remember your son is watching it all.

You flush but don’t move from Yoongi’s grasp. He thinks of this as a step forward because all you do is turn your head to look at Jihoon and offer him a smile through your tears.

You and Yoongi hear Jihoon’s whine and you see him reach his arms towards you as a gesture for you to carry him.

“Mama why are you crying!” He cries.

You feel Yoongi release you and you immediately reach out to Jihoon like it was second nature because it was. Jihoon was the only thing that kept you going when people would give you odd stares as a single mother especially when you were starting to look into preschools for your son. All the superiors would question your legitimacy and income when you were earning more than the average working man. You were always very particular about who you allowed into Jihoon’s life because he was young and got attached easily. But Yoongi made it so … easy. Just like he was that missing piece in both your and Jihoon’s lives.

“I’m okay bubs.” You kiss Jihoon on his cheeks as you hold back your tears.

“Don’t cry, mama.” Jihoon frowns and puts his thumbs between your furrowed brows just like you would always do when he was starting to sulk. You chuckle and hold your son closer to your chest, feeling all the more comforted.

“I’m serious about this ___ …” Yoongi steps closer to you and wraps an arm around you and Jihoon and the action feels so utterly domestic. You feel safe and content within his grasp.

“Yoongi …” You look up at him through your eyelashes and Yoongi has always been entranced with your beauty. It was never just about how beautiful you looked when you were a mother to Jihoon but the energy you carried around you was contagious and he’s immediately lightened up in your presence. He was patient with you because he knew you were serious about Jihoon and that he was your number one priority.

“No, please … listen to me ___.” He cups your cheeks while Jihoon is looking between the two of you with keen interest.

“I know you’re scared because of Jihoon and that’s valid. But I don’t want you to think that you’re not enough for me for superficial reasons because the truth is I probably won’t ever be enough for you and you’re here being the woman of my dreams. I respect your decision if you aren’t ready for a relationship and I won’t push you but I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere just because we aren’t together because I rather have you next to me as a friend than lose out on you forever.”

You had always been a crybaby and Taehyung was probably the reason why you cried all the time as children since he always had been the more rambunctious one between the two of you while you were far timider. But Yoongi knew that under all the times you shed tears because you were touched is a strong-willed woman that could withstand nearly anything in this world if it were for her son.

“And I know that I’m not over my head thinking this but … you want me too and it’s okay if you do but you don’t want a relationship. I respect you as a person, a woman and the mother of Jihoon. I just don’t want you to push me away.” He whispers so softly when he looks into your eyes.

“Mama …” Jihoon whines and you look down at him for a moment when he gives you a glare that doesn’t look so intimidating because of his bread cheeks.

“Yoongi is fun! Can he be our daddy?” You know his choice of words didn’t necessarily entail that context for you in particular but you blush anyway because he was just two. Yoongi senses your flustered state but squeezes your cheeks in between his hands and you feel coddled. It was a new feeling, one that was almost unfamiliar with how long you’ve been deprived of a significant other’s touch.

“I—Yoongi … I really don’t know what to say …” You mumble.

Yoongi smiles at you, comforting and homey all at once because Yoongi was a lot of things but never pushy.

“You don’t have to say anything. I don’t know if you realised this but I’m basically Hoon’s dad whether you like it or not because he and I spend more time together than I do with my colleagues at work and I work overtime all the time.” He teases.

“Jihoon really adores you.” You agree, biting on your lip as your mind races for the hundredth time this hour.

You liked Yoongi. You really did—and somewhere along the way, like turned into something more … dangerous. A territory that you usually reserved for Jihoon because you only had the capacity to care for one boy in your life but Yoongi smuggled his way into your heart and here he was causing a hurricane in your stomach.

The words he spoke were so truthful and genuine that you can’t help but believe that against all odds in the universe, Yoongi has somehow chosen you. You were the one that was afraid. He has always chosen you. That enough is shown when he makes his way after tiring shifts just to lay on your couch and play with Jihoon in times where all he could do was babble incoherent words. He chose you when he made surprise visits with the homemade stew that you knew he knew your son and you loved. He chose you when he invited you and Jihoon to spend Chuseok together because you mentioned just spending it with your son than with your family. His parents adored you and were even more taken with Jihoon.

He has always chosen you but now it was your turn.

“I love you.”

You say those words without much further thought because you’ve always felt it. Three words have never felt so safe on your tongue to utter into the atmosphere and you feel the same after the truth is out there. You always knew how you felt and you knew that Yoongi was smart to observe your feelings too, which was why when you finally said it he just looked … content. Happy—like he was in a place that was so familiar and comforting that he didn’t need to react any differently.

“I want—I want to be with you.” You clear your throat, “If you’ll have me.”

You look so shy and young—because you were. But you had that childlike innocence that he’s only ever had the pleasure to see when you would play fight with Jihoon. He feels his chest swell with pride knowing that he was the reason you looked like that and felt the way you did.

“Hmm … should I?” He leaned in closer until his breath was on your cheek.

You knew he was teasing you but you still can’t meet his eyes, and Jihoon simply giggles at the way Yoongi squeezes him between your chests in a way so comforting that Jihoon feels like it’s a warm hug from a blanket.

“Don’t tease …” You grumble.

Yoongi runs his hand through your hair and pulls your head closer to his to give you a gentle kiss on the lips. It was nothing seductive or implicative but so Yoongi. A kiss to show you he wanted this and that he felt whatever flurry of emotions you felt. A kiss like he was coming home.

He pulls away and you see Jihoon frowning between the two of your through your redness and shock.

“I wanna’ kiss too!” He whines, and you and Yoongi both look at your son with the stars in your eyes, then lock eyes with each other; and you do what comes naturally next.

You both kiss your son on the cheeks.

[jamespotterthefirst]

I’m here to bug you, because I love you and lilac with my whole heart. Buckle up, I have a list!

What was Lilac’s l favorite childhood movie?

Did she play any sports growing up?

Did her family go on vacations? If so, what was their first and what was Lilac’s favorite?

Did she have any pets growing up?

Does she have a favorite grandparent?

Did she have a blanket or stuffed animal that she would always sleep with?

Who was her first celebrity crush?

NSYNC or Backstreet Boys?

Her go to comfort food, as a kid and now as an adult?

Her favorite video game?

And finally, what’s something she loves and that couldn’t watch To introduce Ethan to? (Aside from family)

Don’t feel like you have to answer these right away, just something fun so you can talk about lilac. 💜

Sara, ILY! Thank you so much for sending these about my baby!

What was Lilac’s l favorite childhood movie? The Little Mermaid (she had a crush on Prince Eric... Girl has a type. And that type is handsome dark haired men with pretty eyes)

Did she play any sports growing up? Fútbol/ Soccer but never officially. Just with her siblings and cousins. They'd kick her out of the game because she was too feisty lol.

Did her family go on vacations? If so, what was their first and what was Lilac’s favorite? Mostly, their vacations would consist of going to Mexico to visit her parents' family. Her favorite was when they visited the forests where Monarch Butterflies end their journey in Michoacán, Mexico

Did she have any pets growing up? The family had dogs (mostly German Shepherds) all either named Lobo or Oso

Does she have a favorite grandparent? Honestly, she loved all her grandparents so much, but she was closest to her mother's mother because she lived in LA nearby. Her dad's parents lived in Mexico so she didn't see them as often.

Did she have a blanket or stuffed animal that she would always sleep with? A rag doll named Serafina (she named it so after the doll in Mexican show El Chavo del Ocho)!

Who was her first celebrity crush? She watched Telenovelas with her mom and grandma so Fernando Colunga. (Omg lkdsflkdflkd this man in the 90s had little me salivating too)

NSYNC or Backstreet Boys? Both! And Britney, bitch!

Her go to comfort food, as a kid and now as an adult? Tacos and tacos. Street tacos. The good shit.

Her favorite video game? Super Mario Bros lmao

And finally, what’s something she loves and that couldn’t watch To introduce Ethan to? (Aside from family) Telenovelas. They're her guilty pleasure and Ethan has to watch them with her too. For the most part, they roast them together. Couples that talk shit together, stay together <3

Thank you so much for these, babe! ILY

[baekhvuns]

I finally got fluffy San back, he looked so cute with his hair down :"( and Seonghwa doing the Spiderman pose during the fan sign, plsss fucking nerd gonna kiss his forehead if he doesn't stop. Just a DILF professor Mingi and his son

https://twitter.com/princechoisan/status/1522298616538439680?t=_gXTXq4Mao6HwtmjhLLV-Q&s=19

Also, Hwa pls NOOOOO: https://twitter.com/holyseonghwa/status/1522308376813834240?t=ozeIi5Z7DtNeFADrmHIosg&s=19 Just search your name on twt and you'll see it all 💀

Omfg at first I thought your pcs were of Ateez only, but I zoomed in and Mr Kai???

Perhaps that girl is a Shinestar idk, thankfully I rarely comment and try to keep it civil, lmao but it's so funny what a reunion. I feel bad for parents with demonic children cause you can tell some of them are trying yet the kids are just evil... but many just don't give a fuck CAUSE THEY'RE KIDS LET THEM HAVE FUN, well Melissa your kid is throwing M&Ms at everyone...yeah that happened actually, one kid hit my glasses and I almost unleashed hell. It was yeeeeeears ago when I worked in a store. Also some kids would steal sweets, actually if they asked I would give them some (we weren't supposed to do that, but I didn't care for that job anyways) but if they stole and left the wrappers for us to clean 🔫🔫🔫🔫 and some parents thought it was acceptable. Hell adults did the same shit and sometimes I would chase after them with the wrappers to call them out or sneak up on them while they were consuming and be like "enjoying your stolen treat?" they thought they were being subtle. I didn't give a shit about them stealing from the shop I just didn't want to collect their rubbish and seeing them go 👁👄👁 was always funny as hell, good times!

I can't eat kinder surprise chocolate now though I miss it :((( also the toys nowadays are pretty shitty from what I've seen same with Happy Meals, wtf the quality went 📉📉📉📉 *boomer mode on* back in my days we got cool collections like elephants, vampires, aliens, hippos, cats, crocodiles... (the fact I searched for them and it said VINTAGE 90S TOYS made me feel so old wtf 🤧 they were sold in the early 00s as well wdym 🤚🏻)

https://www.ebay.com/itm/252318507984?_ul=MX - Another proof I was obsessed with collecting stuff from the start. Did you have Bratz or other dolls too? And are you familiar with those skinny bitches from McDonald's lolol sorry for the ancient looking photo, they were called Betty Spaghetty

https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/DdMAAOSw-mdetCar/s-l300.jpg

And the doggos: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EwpcxqIWEAAm8w0?format=jpg&name=small

Fun fact I left the Husky one at the airport in Rome 😢 but then I found out that my cousin switched our Huskies cause hers was a bit damaged (I didn't realise lmao) so I eventually took hers (well mine) as a revenge. She thought it got lost 🤭

The speshol came from this jsushwhahbdshaj https://youtube.com/shorts/UITdXUUEsQI?feature=share

WE ARE NOT ROOTING FOR YOU omg nooo 💔💔💔 but tbh what's with people creating boring leads... I mean some deserve better they're plain, but just like people irl so it's kinda hypocritical to call them uninteresting while most people are this way. But some characters are just... they're just there and all attention is supposed to be on them, but even their dog is more interesting and relatable. Some Y/N's are the same way, I don't need to relate to them 100%, but omfg make them bearable at least!

BM is not exactly a murder and crime mystery, I mean there's murder, crime and mysteries 😂 but it's about dystopian worlds basically, the consequences of technology, lots of angst - pretty mind fucking stuff. - DV 💖

hi!!!

I finally got fluffy San back, he looked so cute with his hair down :"( and Seonghwa doing the Spiderman pose during the fan sign, plsss fucking nerd gonna kiss his forehead if he doesn't stop. Just a DILF professor Mingi and his son https://mobile.twitter.com/princechoisan/status/1522298616538439680?t=_gXTXq4Mao6HwtmjhLLV-Q&s=19

HE RLY DID !!! like yellow whipped cream 😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO IM FIRST GET IN LIKE 🔫 pls…not dilf mingi pls pls 🤚🏼😭

Also, Hwa pls NOOOOO: https://twitter.com/holyseonghwa/status/1522308376813834240?t=ozeIi5Z7DtNeFADrmHIosg&s=19 Just search your name on twt and you'll see it all 💀

LMFAOOOO PLS IF HE EVER HAD THAT ABILITY IT WOULD BE SO EMBARRASSING WHEN HE FINDS HOW HORNY SHINESTARS ARE 😭😭😭😭 no fr search ur name bro

Omfg at first I thought your pcs were of Ateez only, but I zoomed in and Mr Kai???

mr kai runs this body <3 kind of strange that ik exo since debut yet have two albums from them and ik ateez for more than half their time and have their entire discography 😀

Perhaps that girl is a Shinestar idk, thankfully I rarely comment and try to keep it civil, lmao but it's so funny what a reunion. I feel bad for parents with demonic children cause you can tell some of them are trying yet the kids are just evil... but many just don't give a fuck CAUSE THEY'RE KIDS LET THEM HAVE FUN, well Melissa your kid is throwing M&Ms at everyone...yeah that happened actually, one kid hit my glasses and I almost unleashed hell. It was yeeeeeears ago when I worked in a store. Also some kids would steal sweets, actually if they asked I would give them some (we weren't supposed to do that, but I didn't care for that job anyways) but if they stole and left the wrappers for us to clean 🔫🔫🔫🔫 and some parents thought it was acceptable. Hell adults did the same shit and sometimes I would chase after them with the wrappers to call them out or sneak up on them while they were consuming and be like "enjoying your stolen treat?" they thought they were being subtle. I didn't give a shit about them stealing from the shop I just didn't want to collect their rubbish and seeing them go 👁👄👁 was always funny as hell, good times!

AS I WAS WRITING THIS THERES KIDS 😭 A GROUP OF KIDS OUTSIDE SCREAMING AND RUNNING AND u know those noise making things u get for birthdays?? the one u blow in and it goes “eeeee” …..that’s what’s been going on it’s BEEN HOURS IM CRYING GENUINELY THERES TEARS IN MY WYES FHWJDHWKFKLW THE AMT OF TIMES I WENT TO THE WINDOW TO GIVE THEM A GLARE BUT THEIR MOTHERS WINT EGEN STOP THEM IMSCRCEKAJMG,,,,

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 FBWKDH U DDINT CARE IF THEY STOLE BUT IF THEY THREW WRAPPERS LMFAOOO 😭😭😭😭😭 it’s on site, one of my friends worked at walmart, he saw someone steal bananas and never reported bc he said “im not paid enough too” 😭😭😭

I can't eat kinder surprise chocolate now though I miss it :((( also the toys nowadays are pretty shitty from what I've seen same with Happy Meals, wtf the quality went 📉📉📉📉 *boomer mode on* back in my days we got cool collections like elephants, vampires, aliens, hippos, cats, crocodiles... (the fact I searched for them and it said VINTAGE 90S TOYS made me feel so old wtf 🤧 they were sold in the early 00s as well wdym 🤚🏻

OH NAURRR 😭😭😭 no fr happy meals r so changed now and for what ?????? LMFAOOOO NOT VINTAGE 😭😭😭😭😭

do u rmr the 2010 shrek happy meals??? i had this shrek himself https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LOzL3G94TR4

https://www.ebay.com/itm/252318507984?_ul=MX - Another proof I was obsessed with collecting stuff from the start. Did you have Bratz or other dolls too? And are you familiar with those skinny bitches from McDonald's lolol sorry for the ancient looking photo, they were called Betty Spaghetty

BDMWBDKW I DID!!! i had a 2008 yasmin or sasha doll,,,, idk which out of the two but i had one of those and the way i was so obsessed fbwhdhd SKINNY BITCHES 😭😭😭 LMFAOOO BETTY SPAGHETTY I DO I RMR 😭😭😭

omg do u rmr this doll https://www.worthpoint.com/worthopedia/barbie-barbie-love-doll-taffy-dog-1916951645 i have this exact one with me rn, hair chopped and highlighted with a highlighter 😭😭😭😭

Fun fact I left the Husky one at the airport in Rome 😢 but then I found out that my cousin switched our Huskies cause hers was a bit damaged (I didn't realise lmao) so I eventually took hers (well mine) as a revenge. She thought it got lost 🤭

The speshol came from this jsushwhahbdshaj https://youtube.com/shorts/UITdXUUEsQI?feature=share

LMFAOOOO PLS 😭😭😭😭 THEYRE SO FUNNY 😭😭

WE ARE NOT ROOTING FOR YOU omg nooo 💔💔💔 but tbh what's with people creating boring leads... I mean some deserve better they're plain, but just like people irl so it's kinda hypocritical to call them uninteresting while most people are this way. But some characters are just... they're just there and all attention is supposed to be on them, but even their dog is more interesting and relatable. Some Y/N's are the same way, I don't need to relate to them 100%, but omfg make them bearable at least!

no that’s so true, so true so true 1000% like main characters r supposed to have an oomph but also be like normal ppl u know?? YEAH MAKE THEM BAREABLE 😭😭 like those older kdrama girlies have more personality than the new ones 🔫

BM is not exactly a murder and crime mystery, I mean there's murder, crime and mysteries 😂 but it's about dystopian worlds basically, the consequences of technology, lots of angst - pretty mind fucking stuff. - DV 💖

OHHHHHH DYSTOPIAN 👁👄👁