#I watched barbie! what a delightful movie :]

[tim-shii]

a/n: tim posting sunday on a sunday? defo not intentional. inspired by that interactive golden hour map where it took me 15 minutes just to find blade !! idk what this is i just really wanna write him🧍‍♀️ silly bf tho 😋 silly sunday 😱 cw — barbie mentions, ooc sunday (idk him that much yet i need another week to psychoanalyze him properly forgive me)

“it’s like a mini golden hour.”

“it is a mini golden hour.” it never occured to you that sunday would be the type of person— leader, to have a diorama of the city. it’s equipped with mini working bubble pinballs and mini treasure chests that you’re sure the trailblazer will enjoy opening.

you look at sunday who's a few meters away from you, tending to his little sandpit. “what exactly is this for?”

“just a base model.” he shrugs, as if his vague answer satisfies your curiosity. nonetheless, you dropped the topic and walked over to him. you drape an arm around his waist with a hum, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“... what are you doing?”

“fixing the npcs.”

“fixing? you’re stacking them up like pancakes.”

“they seem to have no problem with it.”

“they’re npcs!” you hit his bicep. sunday huffs and passed you one of the figurines. “here. you do it.”

you take the doll and place it in the spot that you’ve been eyeing since earlier.

“you are no better than me.” sunday looks at you unamused, crossing his arms over his chest. he sighs and pinches the hem of your shirt to make sure you don’t topple over on the sandpit. it’ll be a shame if his base model gets ruined, definitely not concerned with the possibility of your faceplanting into the pit.

“robin likes me better so that automatically makes me better than you.” you grinned. “there!” you stand back down on your feet.

“you placed him on the top of the highest building.”

“he wanted fresh air.”

“and if he jumps?”

“he’s an npc! he’s stationary in place.” sunday smiles a little as he watch fret around defending yourself. he lifts his left hand and places it behind your neck in a quick manner, pulling you in and pushing his lips to yours, effectively shutting you up. his feathers brush against your cheek, you felt every flutter of it as he pulls away.

“you were saying?” he looks at you all innocently but you could hear the smirk, the smugness in his voice. he’s very much satisfied with the growing blush on your face. being only inches away from you makes him feel the warmth brewing under your skin from his ministrations.

“shut up,” you push his face away with a palm. "i'm thinking getting you a barbie doll. your npcs are boring— you know what? i’m getting you a customized doll. a mini sunday with mini sunday clothes and your little wings and a little halo. oh! what if we match the barbie movie with robin? so you can get ideas on how to decorate a proper dollhouse—”

“not a dollhouse.”

“quiet! i’m talking— then, you can see how ken acted up when faced with the concept of patriarchy..”

sunday tuned out the rest of your voice. you weren’t boring him, no. it’s the opposite. you’re amusing. every moment with you brings him a sense of delight. instead of focusing on your rant, his eyes zeroed on the red peeking out your ears and if he focuses more, he might hear just how fast he makes your heart beat.

that was the day sunday found out you go on a tangent when flustered and rattled to the bones.

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[scribble-dribble-writes]

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I loved Greta Gerwig's Barbie world. It had a lot of on the nose humor but beneath it was a lot of existential thought. So I wanted to explore that more haha

Also the most Barbie era move is to write fan fiction or make our own stories from the movie. Cause I remember building off The Swan lake and three musketeers when I had Barbies 🤣

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You were running late, only because your oven gave up on the first batch of cookies to burn it to a crisp. It had never happened before and all these weird happenings didn’t feel like coincidence anymore. And that gnawing pit in your chest plummeted as you saw Ken. Standing in front of the dream house, leaning in to kiss Barbie.

The party music faded and you held tight to your tray as this new feeling washed over you. Not jealousy. Not anger. But a feeling that reminded you that even in this perfect world, you were never understood.

You felt like the only doll in the world.

But Barbie walked away into the house leaving him to pine after her. This was beginning to become unbearable, a contention between the very core of your being. You had your routine, you had your accolades, you had a purpose and yet it all felt a little lonely.

That was it.

Lonely.

How could a Barbie feel lonely in Barbie land?

As he swung his feet in a gleeful turn his eyes caught yours and all you wanted to do was hide.

“Oh hey!”, he waved as he jogged up to you.

“Do you need help with your bags?”, he asked and your cheeks began to feel warm again. Always so kind, he did it with such ease that it made you wonder if he had ever felt angry once.

“You just want to sneak into the dream house.”, you gave him a smile as you continued to walk. Trying to play off your nerves. You couldn't understand it, you had never been nervous before.

“Maybe.”, he drawled as he matched your stride.

The moon was high in the sky and the stars seemed rather stale but his eyes made up for it. They shimmered as he looked into the house that was lit up with activity, some how watching him made you question if he ever felt left out.

“Do you want to take a stroll by the beach?”, you asked him before you could realize what you had done.

“What?”, he turned to you, a confused expression on his face.

It struck you, Barbie’s never skip girl night and here you wanted to.

“No I asked if you would like a cookie?”, you changed it and that smile was restored on his face as he agreed.

Caramel sea salt butter cookies were his favorite and you watched as he bit into it, humming with delight as he remarked how good they were. His eyes turning distant as he searched for Barbie once again.

“Do you ever wonder if she loves me?”, he asked and your eyes went wide. That wasn’t a very ‘Ken’ like question to ask. All of them never questioned anything. But before you could lie to reassure him, he pulled himself together. That smile slapping back into place as he shrugged it off as though nothing had happened.

He thanked you for your time and turned to walk away into the night, taking with him the only warmth you felt in this pink world.

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There was only one solution to your conundrum. To visit weird barbie. Based on your diagnosis, you were malfunctioning. Your bakery store remained closed because you felt unmotivated or inspired. You were always inspired and when you didn’t feel like it, a visit to the beach was all you needed to fix everything.

But now it felt like there was no solution you could attempt to fix whatever it was you were feeling. You braved yourself, to search for answers that could stop this pain in your chest. So off you went, to the one place every Barbie dreaded to go.

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[greenandsorrow]

"Boytoy"

WARNINGS; sexual references, ken x fem!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, ken finding out about periods, fluff & happy ending, plot doesn't connect with the movie, probably grammar mistakes

Bonus Part

After their rather intense night they just got comfy under the covers, this time with Ken being the big spoon. Y/n was laying her head on his chest, just where his plastic heart is, his heartbeat lulling her into a deep sleep. Our lucky Ken had his arms wrapped around y/n's frame, while nuzzling the top of her head, inhaling the flowery scent of her shampoo, feeling his eyelids getting heavier.

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Since that day they've been inseparable. Ken figured out how to control his waking up in the real world or in Barbieland. He was also informed that there's a portal to y/n's world at his favourite beach. Y/n's house has become his own and she was happy and patient to get him used to human activities such as going out for a snack, walking her home after her classes and so on.

Life is good, it's sublime. Y/n is looking forward to Ken's surprise for her birthday...she was able to figure out what it was but she'd never reveal that to her giddy man. Ken is planning to take her to Barbieland for a day and that means she can meet her childhood friends, the Barbies.

Currently, Ken is waiting for y/n at her apartment because she had exams to take. He is so proud of her for the silliest of accomplishments so y/n can hardly imagine the excitement he feels for her determination and wit at studying. Unfortunately, she wasn't in the mood for celebrating, or making out, or having a tickling session, or watching horse documentaries. Ken was devastated.

Y/n went straight to her bedroom to change into the fluffiest pyjamas possible before curling up next to Ken and letting out a deep sigh.

"Why did it have to happen today out of all days?!"

Ken is puzzled by her statement. His expression is rather adorable as he tries to understand what is going on in her head. He finally speaks in a sheepish but also curious manner.

"What did happen today that shouldn't have y/n?"

She huffs and buries her face in his arm. She is already tired from all the studying, frustrated with her headaches and exasperated from the too familiar cramps.

"It's nothing Ken...", she murmurs.

Under any other circumstances she would've been delighted to share this part of her human experience with Ken...however the thought of having to break down what periods are to her blonde partner has y/n riled up now.

Ken is of course too dramatic at his reaction to her dismissive answer. He takes an expression of pure heartbreak.

"Are you bored of me?! Oh no y/n!"

Y/n can't help but chuckle a bit and her mood lightens up. He can't be so pure, it's infuriatingly cute.

"It's my period Ken, it's not your fault I act like so grim..."

Ken's confusion is comically obvious and she decides to explain what needs to be explained.

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By the end of her primary school teaching moment, Ken is looking at her with a new kind of awe. If women weren't fabulous enough before in his blue eyes, they definitely are now.

And so another monthly ritual is added to Ken's list of being y/n's hype man. He makes a huge, too bright and silly looking calendar and writes down his human's days of the month. She always has a bag of chocolates and plush toys waiting for her, maybe a flower or a cowboy accessory. Y/n has a whole collection at this point. The best part, though, is what comes after the marked days on the calendar end....

Let's just say Ken's libido is that of a teenager's and how could she complain when she's ovulating?

notes~~

Well, that's it... the little happy ending I had promised. Boytoy was the first thing I ever posted on here and the first thing I wrote in general for the public eye🥺 Looking back, I know I could have done it better, but I don't want to be ungrateful because Boytoy made my blog gain an audience. I want to expand my writing on other fandoms so stay tuned! Thanks for all the support <33

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[amournoir]

Hey girl! I love your oneshots and I thought about this oneshot (klaus m. x reader) where she's Hope's mother and a part of the family, also married to Nik. Hope is eleven and they all go watch the Barbie movie (2023) and mother and daughter force them to get into character, like wearing pink, singing the songs, and etc. Rebekah is a big fan too! Thanks for reading this, even if you don't take the request.

pairing(s): f!reader x klaus, f!reader x hope, klaus x hope

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warning(s): absolute fluff

author’s note: thanks for this request! it was actually fun to write! ☺️

Barbie Fiasco

In the Mikaelson mansion, amidst the opulent decor and timeless elegance, a rare moment of familial unity unfolded. Hope, the precocious and imaginative 11-year-old daughter, had managed the seemingly impossible task of convincing both Y/N, her doting mother, and Klaus, her imposing yet doting father, to join her in watching the latest Barbie movie.

The grand room, usually reserved for solemn meetings or strategic discussions, now transformed into a cozy theater for the Mikaelson family. Hope nestled between her parents, excitement radiating from her as she clutched a bowl of popcorn, her eyes fixed on the colorful world of princesses and magical adventures.

As the movie played out its whimsical tale, laughter and joy filled the room. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at Hope’s infectious enthusiasm, occasionally stealing glances at Klaus, who, despite his stoic nature, couldn’t hide the softness in his eyes while watching their daughter’s delight.

As the movie ended, it left the Mikaelson trio enveloped in a cloud of contentment. It was a precious moment—bonding over something as simple yet enchanting as a Barbie movie. The shared experience forged a new memory, etched in the hearts of a family often consumed by the complexities of their supernatural existence. Hope’s fascination with the Barbie movie didn’t wane after the credits rolled. In fact, it ignited an unexpected whirlwind of enthusiasm within her. The moment the movie ended, she turned to her parents, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Mom, Dad, that was amazing! Can we please reenact the scenes?” Hope pleaded, her enthusiasm infectious.

Y/N exchanged a glance with Klaus, both equally amused and intrigued by their daughter’s request. “Well, darling, how about we watch the movie again tomorrow?” Y/N suggested.

But Hope was adamant. “No, Mom! We have to do it now while it’s still fresh!” she insisted, her eagerness bubbling over.

Klaus, the formidable patriarch of the Mikaelson family, took one look at his daughter’s animated face and couldn’t resist her fervor. “What do you have in mind, little one?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Hope’s eyes widened, a mischievous glint dancing in them. “We need costumes and you two have to get into character! Pink dresses, crowns, and singing the songs!”

Y/N stifled a laugh, watching her husband’s skeptical expression. Klaus, known for his stoic demeanor, was about to embark on an unexpected adventure into the whimsical world of Barbie. The absurdity of the idea didn’t escape Y/N, yet she found herself intrigued by the prospect of seeing Klaus in a completely different light. Hope’s pleading eyes and infectious excitement eventually won them over. With a shared glance and a shared smile, Y/N and Klaus agreed, promising to indulge Hope’s fantasy of a Barbie-inspired family playtime.

The next day, Hope’s excitement knew no bounds. She rummaged through her mother’s extensive wardrobe, pulling out every pink garment she could find. Y/N, amused by her daughter’s fervor, assisted in selecting the most vibrant and outlandish ensembles for the upcoming playtime. Klaus, however, approached the situation with cautious skepticism. He observed the flurry of activity, a mixture of bemusement and reluctance etched across his features. Hope bounced around the room, sorting through costumes, determined to transform her family into the characters from her newfound beloved movie.

“Alright, darling, we’re ready,” Y/N announced, donning a flowy pink dress, an ornate crown perched atop her head, looking every bit the part of a fairytale princess.

Klaus, on the other hand, stood there in his traditional attire, a raised eyebrow his only response to the extravagant display. “I hardly see the point of this,” he grumbled, though a hint of amusement danced in his eyes.

Hope’s face lit up with sheer joy, her enthusiasm contagious. “Dad, you have to get into character! Wear pink, smile wide, stand on your tippy toes— be a Barbie!”

With an exasperated sigh, her father relented, stepping out in the most absurdly pink outfit he could find within his and his wife’s wardrobe. He wore his wife’s pink leggings that were far too tight on him, they rode up halfway to his legs and a pink fluffy glitter coated skirt sat around his waist. He couldn’t find a shirt so he settled for a white one with pink lettering ‘be true to you’, a shirt Y/N and Hope had worn to a mommy and me brunch. To top it all off, a large makeshift pink crown with black dots —presumably the diamonds— sat on his head with a pair of pink and white striped fuzzy socks. The contrast between his stoic nature and the flamboyant attire was enough to send Y/N into fits of suppressed laughter.

Yet, to Y/N’s surprise, the feared original hybrid embraced the absurdity of the moment. He sang along with exaggerated dramatic flair, mimicking the characters from the movie to appease his daughter’s whims. Y/N watched, thoroughly entertained, as Klaus fully committed to the role, an unexpected and endearing sight. Their living room transformed into a scene straight out of a fantastical fairytale, the family was fully immersing themselves and channeling their inner Barbie, much to the amusement and delight of Hope.

Unbeknownst to the trio, their impromptu Barbie-inspired playtime hadn’t gone unnoticed within the household. Rebekah, intrigued by the sounds of laughter and frivolity emanating from the usually stoic corridors, decided to investigate. She stealthily made her way towards the source of the commotion, her curiosity piqued by the unusual sight that awaited her. As she peered into the room, her eyes widened in sheer delight at the spectacle unfolding before her.

Rebekah couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of her brother, adorned in the most ludicrous pink ensemble, wholeheartedly participating in Hope’s fantastical world. Y/N, equally engrossed in the play, radiated joy, her laughter filling the room. Her phone in hand, Rebekah captured the heartwarming scene, documenting the unexpected and endearing sight of her formidable brother embracing the fantasy. She couldn’t resist joining in, eager to partake in the familial revelry.

“Rebekah!” Klaus shouted, momentarily breaking character as he noticed his sister’s presence.

Rebekah simply grinned, snapping pictures and recording videos of the unusual but heartwarming family moment. Her laughter and participation added to the joyful atmosphere, turning the family playtime into an unforgettable event that would be remembered and teased about for days to come.

Days turned into weeks, and the delightful Barbie-themed family playtime had left a lasting impression on the Mikaelson household. While the memory lingered as a cherished moment for Y/N, Hope, and even Rebekah, it became a source of endless amusement for Kol.

He seized upon every opportunity to tease Klaus about his unexpected Barbie impersonation. He found endless delight in poking fun at his brother, exploiting every chance to jest about Klaus’s unexpected venture into the world of princesses and magical adventures.

Every encounter with Klaus was an opportunity for Kol to craft witty remarks and humorous anecdotes about Klaus’s ‘Barbie persona’. His sly comments echoed through the halls of the mansion, earning a chuckle from anyone within earshot.

“Ah, brother, who knew you had a penchant for pink?” Kol teased, a smirk playing on his lips as Klaus rolled his eyes in mock annoyance.

Despite Klaus’s attempts to dismiss Kol’s jests, the teasing persisted, the memory of Klaus’s reluctant yet endearing portrayal of a Barbie character becoming a running joke among the siblings. Though slightly irked by Kol’s incessant teasing, Klaus found a sense of amusement in the situation. The unexpected turn of events had brought about a lightheartedness within the family, a break from the usual brooding nature of their existence.

The Barbie movie fiasco, as it came to be fondly known, remained a cherished memory for the Mikaelson family, a moment of lightheartedness and laughter amidst their timeless legacy of darkness and drama. And despite Kol’s relentless teasing, Klaus secretly cherished the memory, finding solace in the familial bond that transcended even the most absurd and unexpected moments.

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[shelovesmyheartshapedsunglasses]

🩷 ✨ aphrodite cabin headcanons 🪩 💌

aphrodite cabin headcanons bc the way rick wrote them was fucked up. let them be silly and hyperfemme and girlypop i am begging you.

they have a billion playlists for different occasions (getting ready in the morning, arts and crafts, capture the flag, etc.) that they share with the apollo cabin.

to clarify, they are not allowed to use the capture the flag playlist anymore because they are permanently banned from playing after a hermes kid almost lost an arm.

the clothes in the camp store are ugly as hell so they convinced chiron to let them set up racks of clothes they don’t wear or just bought specifically for the store, of course with low prices because everyone should be able to look hot. there are crop tops, bandeau tops, all different length skirts, rompers, and even cute shoes. the aesthetics range from y2k to hippie to coquette to fairy grunge to mermaidcore to goth, with sizes ranging from 3XS to 5XL.

they have huge storage units of makeup and hair stuff that they gladly lend out to other campers. they even have dye and bleach from arctic fox and salon-grade brands. don’t worry about how they got it.

they regularly have movie nights using a projector with blankets, popcorn, and cuddle piles. their favorites to watch are mean girls, legally blonde, clueless, jennifer’s body (a halloween tradition), enchanted, the house bunny, but i’m a cheerleader, tangled, mama mia, the sisterhood of the traveling pants, and all three high school musicals (they know all the songs by heart, ofc).

the whole “nico was the first person who ever came out at camp” thing is literally the dumbest thing i’ve ever read, so that’s just not true and the aphrodite cabin has organized every pride event at camp for years now. no one knows how they do it or where they get all that glitter, and no one is brave enough to ask.

you need love advice? you’re questioning your sexuality and need to talk to someone about it? you need a girltalk session and some hypewomen? you need to make sure the harpies don’t get you when you and your partner sneak out to a secluded spot on the beach? they got u, babes, don’t even worry about it.

they all have perfumes and colognes customized to their signature scents.

their support for the trans community could rival the dionysus cabin. also they worship dylan mulvaney like the goddess she is because i worship her like the goddess she is, and i make the rules.

no one has better halloween costumes than then. no one. if you look as good as them, it’s because you borrowed supplies from them.

insanely good matchmakers.

when one of them is sad, they all stop everything they’re doing until their sibling feels better. that means skincare, hair-braiding trains, manicures while watching barbie movies, and those frosted sugar cookies. no, they will not, under any circumstances, participate in camp activities until they’re sure their sibling is okay.

their favorite show is sex education. when they watch it, they send the younger campers into the big house with a hephaestus-cabin-engineered ipad to watch monster high and ever after high until they’re done. dionysus does not approve of having to babysit, but after he went to chew out the rest of the cabin and found them in tears with mascara trails because they got to season 2, he stopped interfering.

drew and will got the two cabins together to bribe and beg chiron for eras tour tickets. it did not work (much to nico’s delight, who would’ve been persuaded into going by his boyfriend). in retaliation, they put pink hair dye in his shampoo, and the apollo cabin cursed him to randomly sing what he says with no warning. dionysus has never been so entertained.

they have no tolerance for pick-me girls or slut-shaming.

piper apologized to drew once she matured and started dating shel.

they all have phones that they hide from everyone else, complete with protection spells from the hecate cabin. they all have a family group chat and facetime basically every day when summer ends. shel and valentina are best friends now.

being the only boy, mitchell used to get bullied a lot by insecure middle school ares boys. that is, until his sisters caught wind and gave them hell. now, no one messes with mitchell, and especially not with his sisters.

they absolutely lose their shit when they realize some of the younger campers are too young to know one direction.

they’re closer to the apollo kids (and nico) than any other cabin.

they have a bookshelf full of nothing but romance. red, white, and royal blue, the falling on love montage, pride and prejudice, cemetery boys, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, like a love story, heartstopper, the list goes on and on (no colleen hoover, though, yuck).

their acrylics and press-ons are deadly.

they have bunk beds, but more often than not you’ll find them sharing beds like they’re at a sleepover.

the cabin is extremely maximalist, with little disco balls, pink and lavender everywhere, fake flowers, and full-length mirrors because no, they’re not sharing.

because their mom is the goddess of love, they all identify as either bi, pan, queer, or don’t use labels. they just love love.

they all have matching “free britney” crop tops.

#percy jackson #drew tanaka #piper mclean #silena beauregard #aphrodite #aphrodite cabin #rick riordan #riordanverse #percy jackson headcanon

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day One

So I know this has probably been overdone by lots of people on lots of years but I haven't done it yet and I want to so here goes: I'm going to rewatch get back with the days matched up and catalogue my thoughts as I watch.

We don't get to see George and John saying hi to each other, but I'm struck by how careful they are with Ringo when he comes in. "Hi Ringo, happy new year." From both of them, with full eye contact soft, sweet voices. I wonder if they're really wanting to be so gentle with him after what happened at the end of August. Not like walking on eggshells at all, but just very "we're working on doing better because we care about you."

While Paul's not there, John is giving George full attention, leaning in to him, facing him while they sing, and George seems to really love it

But then Paul shows up and you can tell before we even see him that he's arrived, because suddenly John's gaze is gone from George. His eyebrows shoot up, he chin-tilts, and (this sounds insane I know but it's what I just watched) his singing drastically improves. He's putting effort in, performing.

Paul sits down and the shy little grins and glances and inside jokes (at George's expense and hypocritical of John) ensue immediately.

Ringo's jacket. The black with the maroon velvet collar. It's very cool and it's very unique to him. I don't see the other three pulling it off the way he does. He just has effortless swagger. If the other three wore something like that they'd look like try-hards.

George's sassy little hair flip. "oh, you're recording our conversation?"

Meanwhile John and Paul are back at it like magnets I swear. Turned in to each other, talking gibberish, and strumming

George with the deadpan sass again. "Maybe we should just learn a few songs first." Lol he's so stone cold.

"Oh please believe me." "Yes I will." Come on. Do you ever stop? And then the silent communication when they screwed up. We don't see Paul's face but John makes such a cute "oops sorry" face and they keep going.

Paul's literally so bossy. I find it such a turn on, really, watching it. Just because it's him being a genius who has a vision and sucks at social skills. But if I were in that band and he wasn't letting me hit I'd literally hate him.

John's so delighted with Paul's "everybody's got a hard on... Except for me and my monkey." Because that's one of the ways he often expresses his love for Paul and Paul's giving it back to him here. So John's just "Oh he made a joke about my song. He's teasing me. He does like me."

Paul literally diggs John's part of IGAF so fucking hard though. Like as soon as John's singing, Paul can not be still. Can not. He just thinks John's so so clever (and to be fair he is)

Crazy eye fucking continues

Then Paul's off to talk big boy plans with the daddies for a minute. (would love to know who he waved at then sucked his finger) "Is this your place, Twickenham?" Okay. Feeling out a potential daddy's pockets. I see you.

Obsessed with Yoko's emerald bag and how she got her little boyfriend to wear the exact color of Henley. Ken was literally made to be Barbies accessory and he's doing such a great job matching her purse. She's so pretty and cool.

It cracks me up how extremely nonchalant Ringo is about Magic Christian. (I LOVE that movie. Ringo is so hot in it and it's anti-capitalist so it's a winner). Dennis O'Dell is all "the scripts are marvelous." And Ringo's just "yeah you told me." And then Dennis is like "I'll take up up and show you around these really great sets." Ringo: "yeah okay." It's almost like the other three have no chill so he has to have only chill to balance it out.

They really are so blunt with each other when they don't like something. "I don't dig that." "Scrap that." Which is good. If only they could've been blunt when they did like things too though. And I guess they were sometimes. Like John telling Paul to keep that lyric in Hey Jude. But I don't think they were half as open with their positive feelings about each other's work as they were the other way around and that's so sad to me.

Why does George single Paul out about the sandwiches? It's cute. I love it. But what is it? Is he particularly worried about Paul and food because Paul's picky? Is it just their relationship that they take care of each other in these simple ways because they can't take care of each other emotionally?

Fucking hell why does Paul literally flirt with everyone all the time? "No separation in there." "Rain or snow will do me." "Yeah, you're pretty right, Michael."

Pretty sure John was looking at the lyrics of TOU off that sheet that said "Another Quarrymen Original" at the bottom. I wonder what he thought of that. I wonder if it was there to signal him, and if so what was it signalling? "Hey this is about you."??

"Two of us Henry Cooper." Referencing a boxer in a song about him and John. Why? Because they're fighting?

#get back #the beatles #paul mccartney #ringo starr #john lennon #george harrison #Dennis Odell #mclennon #michael lindsay hogg

[dduane]

Hello Lady Duane! 😊 (I feel that if we can call Neil Sir Gaiman, you certainly deserve a title as well!)

I've wanted to tell you for ages now that you are one of my absolute favourite Trek authors, have been since I first read some of your novels over a decade ago as a teen - my parents and I have about? 4 or 5 copies of The Doctor's Orders between us, German and English alike (my dad even bought a copy to keep at the office for reading during his lunch breaks). The Wounded Sky is another one of my favourite Trek novels ❤️

My sister and I also occasionally watch old Barbie movies for the nostalgia. So when we watched Fairytopia a few months ago, we found out that you had written the script for the movie! I literally let out a happy yell when I saw you show up in the opening credits and went "omg, it's Diane Duane!!" That was so unexpected but also very delightful! 😊

And now, thanks to you being on tumblr as well, I found out about your other novels and bought your ebook bundle the other day. :D I'm currently a bit over halfway through So You Want to Be a Wizard and I just wanted to let you know that I'm enjoying it so very much!! ❤️

Thank you for all the wonderful words over the years! It continues to be a joy! 😊💜

Hi there!

Regarding titles: Well, okay... as long as everybody's clear that as a US citizen, titles are usually off the menu for me. (As an Irish one, not so much—the government can approve the use of them if it likes—though the neighbors'd snicker at me down the pub.) Anyway: I accept gratefully.* Though yelling "Yo, Trekkie!" might well be just as effective. :)

I'm glad you've enjoyed my Trek work! It's always been very satisfying to do. The chance to actually write professionally in what was my main fandom (after Holmes) during my late teen years has been a most unexpected—when I got started—and extraordinary thing.

And as for Fairytopia: That was a lot of fun too, and also unexpected. My agent just called me up one morning and said "How are you about Barbie...?" and I said, "Well, okay I guess, I had the usual number of them!" —and we were off. The Mattel people were fabulous to work with, and I look back on that whole project with affection.

Meanwhile, I'm delighted you're having fun with the first of the Young Wizards books! There are plenty more of them in that package (still discounted) that conform to the new timeline, which now launches in 2008 rather than the mid 1980s. (Book 10 of the series didn't need that treatment, and so isn't available in a revised edition.)

Anyway: thanks for letting me know. It's always nice to find out that I'm getting the job done. :)

*But also: according to the usual protocols, Neil—when they finally get around to knighting him, probably when a more literature- and intelligence-friendly government takes over—will properly be "Sir Neil": as UK knighthood's an acknowledgement of the person, not the family, and knights are therefore addressed by their first names. (Not to fret: people from both sides of the Water sometimes get this detail backwards.)

(...Be fun if they stuck him straight into the Lords, though. Usually, if you don't want to use your last name in your lordship's title, you can select the name of someplace in the UK that has personal meaning for you. Seeing Neil ennobled as Lord Neverwhere would be a trip.) :)

[acewithapaintbrush]

A post-Barbie movie short

Sasha stops in the doorway and just watches for a second. She debates leaving again, slowly walking backwards right out of whatever weird situation she has once again found herself in. There have been a lot of weird situations ever since Barbie, sorry, Barbara has entered the real world and started living in their spare room. 

Sasha's threshold for weirdness has gotten a lot higher ever since Barbara has joined their family, but she is still a teenager and as a teenager she feels she has a certain right to act a bit self-centered sometimes and just leave well enough alone from time to time. Let the adults deal with it. 

She sighs and instead of engaging the reverse gear, she steps further into the room. This looks relatively harmless actually. Not like the time Barb had found her parents' secret drawer in their bedroom. 

Yikes. That had been… awkward to say the least. For all involved. 

"What'cha doing, Blondie?" 

Barbara doesn't look up. She stays kneeling in front of the coffee table, locked in a staring contest with Mr. Muffin. "Hello, Sasha. How was school?" 

Sasha rolls her eyes. Sometimes it feels like she gained a second mother. As if the one she already has isn't overbearing enough. 

"Boring as always." She throws her bag into the corner and steps next to Barb. Mr Muffin's fluffy tail is whipping from side to side and his ears twitch. "That is a cat." 

Barbara finally moves. Without losing eye contact with the cat, she scoots backwards and scrambles up onto the couch. Sasha can't help but stare at the way her arms and legs move a little stiffly, uncoordinated. It's moments like these that remind you that this person has been a doll with limited joint movements not so long ago. 

"I know that. We had cats in Barbie Land. They just weren't so… squishy." 

Sasha thinks back to the dog she saw in weird Barbie's home and shudders. Almost automatically she reaches out and strokes Mr. Muffin's back, glad that her hand encounters soft fur instead of hard plastic. 

The cat leans into the petting hand. 

Barbara suddenly gasps loudly. "What is that?" 

Sasha blinks. "Didn't we already-? That's a cat." 

"No! That sound! Is it loading? Is your hand reloading the battery?"

The teenager sighs and lifts the cat into her arms just long enough to set him down on the woman's lap. Barbara holds very, very still. 

"It's actually the other way around. Cats can reload your social batteries." Mr Muffin circles on the new lap before settling down with a content little mrew. "But that is called purring. Cats usually do that when they are happy. Go on. Give it a try." 

There are a lot of false starts before Barbara finally gathers enough courage to actually touch the animal on her lap. The second her long fingers stroke through the fur the cat starts purring up a storm again. 

Sasha is glad that they are alone right now. Makes it a lot easier to deny her sappy smile upon seeing the wonder in Barb's face and the way her eyes light up in delight. 

"That… That is beautiful." She blinks tears out of her eyes (she is a crybaby when it comes to beautiful things) and beams up at the teenager by her side. "I like purring. I like cats." 

There is something humbling about accompanying someone entirely new discover the world. About showing her new things and watching her find her likes and dislikes, her dreams and desires. 

Sasha is still a moody teenager most of the time. Rather pessimistic and always questioning everything and everyone with a snotty attitude. 

But she has also done a lot of growing up. In Barbie Land, of all places. 

Talk about irony. 

And it's the grown-up in her, the woman she herself is growing into and discovering, that beams back at Barbie with nothing but joy. 

"I thought you might." 

*******

Barbara is gonna discover so many new wonderful things!!! The possibilities are endless😍

#the barbie movie #barbie #barbie 2023 #barbie movie 2023 #greta gerwig #barbie the movie #barbie fanfic #barbie movie spoilers

[power-chords]

I have a confession to make. I finally tried to watch the Barbie movie when I was in East Haven with my folks and I made it about an hour before I could no longer tolerate what amounted to a mildly amusing SNL skit that dragged on for too long. Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling were delightful. But it’s just not….. a functioning Film…….. and I had to get up and leave the room.

#bummer because I really enjoyed both lady bird and little women!

[lesbiancassius]

@lesbiancassius' (very late) february reads

yes I will do this monthly now.

books (as it turns out, I was busy. one book)

Enter Ghost, Isabella Hammad - An actor, Sonia, returns to visit her sister Haneen in Haifa and gets caught up in playing Gertrude in a Hamlet production in the West Bank. Stellar.

short fiction & poetry

Why Don’t We Just Kill the Kid in the Omelas Hole, Isabel J. Kim - obsessed with this on title alone. It has such a feel to it in the way it moves that I envy.

Parthenogenesis, Piya Patel - horror that makes me want to peel out of my skin and/or get a hysterectomy.

Eschatology, Eve L. Ewing - poem that was circulating recently and God. Fuck, dude. Yeah. Yeah.

Ouroboros, Megan Xing - The to-do lists in this got me because I was having my little freak out before my show went up where you think you can fix everything with to-do lists. Also heavily feeling replacing ineffective psych meds with yogurt, a pickle, and two advil.

I also read Cancer Buffet by Mary Hannah Terzino and Soft Opening by Elle Nash, but I was tired and don’t remember them.

(some) articles

Who Was Barbie? (A Symposium), n+1 magazine - this cemented to me that I truly, truly do not care about Barbie or the Barbie movie and if I have to hear anything about it ever again I'm smashing a bowl on purpose

A bunch of Hera Lindsay Bird’s advice column, which is delightful.

Let’s talk about Goodreads, Nicole Brinkley. There are many days I am glad I do not want to pursue a career as solely an author of novels. Godspeed to the authors out there you're braver than I will ever be.

Saving a Life, Patricia Lockwood - my god I have got to read a Patricia Lockwood book, and also my god getting grievously ill on vacation is one of my greatest fears so this one made me a little bit crazy.

The Secret Life: On the poet Molly Brodak, Patricia Lockwood - again, my god, I need to read a Patricia Lockwood book.

A Final Checklist Before You Print up Your Play, Rick Roberts - this reminded me so much of Joshua McGuire’s Rules For Writing Libretto, which I think of a lot.

“I think the word is dignity” — Rachel Corrie’s Letters from Gaza — I don’t know what to say. Read these if you can. They’re striking.

The Sexual Status of Aeschylus’ Cassandra, Paula Debnar - I can put an academic paper here you're not the boss of me. why I opened this one I don't remember but I was fervently texting friends in the middle of a certainly unrelated class about it because I've never been normal about Kassandra and Klytemnestra and I'm not going to start now.

tv/movies

Rewatching Severance, slowly.

Rewatching Sort Of, less slowly - this is probably niche to non-Canadian readers but it is a very good show.

Watched The Prince, which was a long time coming, and then wrote a paper about it. Bless.

tbr/nightstand

in the midst of Salvage the Bones, which is of course very good

Helen of Troy: from Homer to Hollywood

I'm gonna be rereading like every play off my Shakespeare class syllabus for the final which I wish I was more excited about

#june reads #june.txt #sorry for posting this more than 2/3 through march at 4am. except i'm not <3

[enigmaticxbee]

Fannish Year Review - 2023

1. Your main fandom of the year: TXF always. Although I’ve taken a break from actually watching the show since I finished my rewatch and I’m at a low eb of reading fanfic, tumblr keeps my fandom needs fed. It’s the show I think about every single day whether I’m actively watching or not.

2. Your favorite film this year: If we’re talking new films then Barbie and Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret were my favorite ones I saw in theaters. Barbie was just such a delight and fun theater going experience. Are You There God was such a sweet, well done adaptation.

3. Your favorite book this year: Again, if we’re talking new (to me) books then Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin. I’ve never really had much interest in video games so I was surprised how much it sucked me in. Plus I read it on vacation in Puerto Rico so extra points for the experience of reading under an umbrella on a beautiful beach eating ice cream out of a pineapple.

4. Your favorite album or song this year: I just looked on Spotify and I don’t think I downloaded a new album or created a new playlist this year 🙈

5. Your favorite tv shows this year: The third season of Happy Valley - all the time and history that can make a conversation between family members the most nail biting, tension filled, heartbreaking scenes. Reservation Dogs - I caught up just in time for the final season and I’m so glad I finally watched it. I watched some old shows too that I missed for whatever reason and we’re the perfect evening soaps to put on when I needed a break after work - Felicity, Switched at Birth.

6. Your favorite tumblr community this year: I don’t really interact with anyone outside of txf community lol

7. Your best new fandom discovery of the year: I started watch Doctor Who and caught up with Ten in time for the specials - Ten and Donna are definitely my favorite duo so far so it was just delightful and I don’t have any of the long term investment that makes an event like that angst filled for those truly in the fandom.

8. Your biggest fandom disappointment of the year: txf fandom has definitely slowed down, but I’m in a lull too so can’t say I’m surprised.

9. Your tv/movie boyfriend and/or girlfriend of the year: Mulder/Scully - what can I say, I’m consistent

10. Your biggest squeeze moment of the year: Fanfic writers coming back to finish or continue old fics: Petrichor sequel Singing of Mount Abora by @aloysiavirgata and the final chapter of throat eye and knucklebone finished five!! years later by audries.

Thanks @amplifyme this was fun

Tagging @freckleslikestars @tossingmyglossymane @edierone @frogsmulder @xxsksxxx @thatfragilecapricorn30 @perpetually-weirdening

#year in review #tag games

[danisbrainrot]

Hi I was wondering if you can please do one with Johanna having a crush on her neighbour who's a single mom, nurse, ones she asks Johanna to baby-sit her kid cuz she get en emergency shift Johanna say yes, and how they become friends and how Johanna get the corrige to tell reader her feelings, and then them just being lovey dovey

Reader's kid is a mischievous, witty kid and maybe around 4 yo

a/n: I always find it hilarious when people say modern au about the hunger games to mean the au is happening now, so I used present time instead because I feel that's more accurate. sorry if that's not what you meant, anon, if you wanted it set in the hunger games timeline I'll totally write something similar.

present time! au. johanna x female!reader

you sighed in relief as you heard the knock on the door. grabbing your keys and a water bottle, you flung the door open and wrapped your arms around johanna. "thank you, thank you, thank you so much. you're a lifesaver, honestly," you praised, squeezing her tightly.

"anytime," johanna promised, mourning when you finally pulled away from her. a small body made its way in between the two of you, clinging to your leg desperately.

your toddler pouted up at you, causing your heart to melt. you crouched to their level, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear and kissing their cheek. "I know, I'm so sorry, bubba. but mummy's gotta work," you coo. "johanna's here though. she'll have so much fun with you, I promise."

the little girl shook her head, not letting go until johanna teasingly sighed. "well, if you don't let your mum go, I guess I have to take my barbie's home," johanna held the desired toys up on display for the four year old.

"ok, bye mummy," she said quickly, almost pushing you out the door. you laughed, shaking you heard in amusement as you heard the door slam shut.

johanna found herself exhausted by the end of the night. she'd played barbie dolls with the toddler for a good twenty minutes, before your kid decided she was bored and wanted to do something else. they'd raided your closet for something to dress up in, then tried to bake a cake (which turned into a disaster once they realised neither of them could cook). finally they'd watched frozen together, as your daughter sang along to all the songs—johanna couldn't imagine how the young girl wasn't sick of this movie yet, considering this was her third watch and she already wanted to bash the tv against the wall. she'd didn't know how you were so patient.

it wasn't until late at night when your kid finally fell asleep. she snuggled into johanna's side, watching as bluey got up to some wacky adventure. johanna couldn't be more delighted to turn the tv off, finding her head leaning against the little one's, and her eyes fluttering shut.

the sound of keys in the door and you dragging yourself through the house woke johanna up. she groaned, checking her phone to see the time was five in the morning. she got up, replacing her body with a pillow for the kid to sleep on, and walked to the kitchen.

you were scourging the fridge for something to eat, before sighing and pulling out last night's leftovers. you put it in the microwave, watching in a trance like state as the container slowly turned around.

"how was your shift?" you almost jumped out of your skin at the question; you hadn't expected anyone to be awake.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" you ask, forgetting your food and moving to hug johanna. she just shook her head, squeezing you tightly. "it was shit. two car crashes and an outbreak of cholera in some workplace. we're so understaffed and they're stretching us thin—sorry, I should ask how you went. was she a good girl?"

"she was a sweetheart," johanna promises, finally pulling away from you. you sigh in relief, nodding as the annoying beep of the microwave interrupting your conversation. you sit at the table, scoffing down your dinner when johanna sits besides you and places a hand on yours. "I need to tell you something."

your eyes widen, wondering if something had happened while she was babysitting as you drop the fork in a panic. "is something wrong? did something happen to—"

"no, nothing is wrong. I just. . ." johanna sighes, rubbing her brows gently before looking up at you again, "I love you. I love the way you look after everyone, how you're always so kind—even when they definitely don't deserve it—and most importantly, I love your kid," you're taken aback at the confession.

johanna can feel her heart pounding as she waits for a response, but you're stunned into silence. you blink suddenly, trying to comprehend what she was saying, before parting your lips. "johanna. . . I—i don't know what to say," you reply honestly.

"you don't have to," she mumbles, getting up and walking away to conceal the blood running to her cheeks, scarlet with embarrassment. she knew it was a risk to confess her feelings—she knew there was a big chance they wouldn't be reciprocated—but still, she wore her heart on her sleeve.

you got up and grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "johanna, wait," you whisper, coming face to face with her. you stare deeply into her eyes, trying to detect any hesitation or concern. when you see only her loving gaze, you lean forward and smash your lips onto hers. "I love you too," you mumble against her lips, before kissing her passionately again.

"is johanna gonna be my new mummy?" you both pull apart in shock, watching as your four year old wiped the sleep from her eyes.

you laugh, facing johanna and wiggling your eyebrows, before turning to face your daughter again. you crouch down to her level, pulling her in close and squeezing her tightly. "she sure is, baby," you whisper into her neck, as johanna crouches down beside you, embracing both you and your daughter.

#johanna mason #johanna x reader #blurb #fluff #thg series #fanfic #thg #the hunger games #wlw #female reader #johanna baybsits readers baby. #danisasks #dani's fics <3

[igotsnothing]

People you'd like to get to know better

I was tagged by both @alinelie and @stargazer-sims, something that made me super happy because these are two lovely peeps whose sims and simblrs I enjoy lots and lots. Thank you, friends! ❤️

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO! I shall no longer be a simblr of mystery!

last song: Sunspot by Of the Wand & the Moon. The intro goes on for about a minute, but when the song starts fer realz at 1:02, it's audio nirvana.

favourite color: Bluuuuu and also deep red.

currently watching: some dude botch his parallel parking job outside.

last movie: In the theater? Barbie.

currently reading: I am deciding between two sequels and I don't know which one I should read first: Hannah Whitten's For the Throne OOOOR Naomi Novik's The Last Graduate.

Sweet/spicy/savoury: Savory. Always. If there is a cheese platter, it's love, it's passion, it's kismet. However, I will eat a cookie when I need to calm down; I don't really care for sweets, but a little cookie always hits the spot.

last thing I googled: I was looking for the song I posted above to share here.

current obsession: my sims stories- they are so fun and relaxing- and accessible after a long day of work. (No, not vampires. That's hardly a current obsession- pssh).

currently working on: work! It's kicking my butt with very early mornings and long days. When things calm down a bit- and they will- I'll be able to do more of my hobbies.

__________

Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate a game of tag and I shall tag the charming @sparkleturtle, who writes poignant love poetry and had NO idea what was coming his way when he sent me a kind tag earlier, @smok3inm1rrors, whose story "Welcome to Glimmerbrook" is so good and perfect for this season (in case you don't know me: we are entering woolly socks and Agnes Obel season), aaaand @crabbeychick, driver of the getaway car (she lets me ride shotgun IF I promise not to keep beeping the horn). Also on the roster is the delightful @damseljamsel, creator of sims who look good with or without shirts- no, no, don't call security on me again! Last, but not least, *drum roll* it's @greighish! <---Not a PRAYER of escaping my tagalicious attacks. EVAH!

(Mandatory disclaimer demanded by my lawyer: THIS IS OPTIONAL!)

#non sims #tag games #i love this stuff #i love my moots #gif warning

[glitterp0prhaps0dy]

oooo~ Barbie has a crush

Barb savored her pancakes, each bite filled with the sweet blend of orange and red sprinkles, and melty chocolate chips within. She enjoyed this delightful breakfast in the living room, her attention occasionally captured by a romance movie playing on the TV. The concept of romance sparked a curious wonder in her mind.

Next to her, her vibrant and eccentric best friend, Carol, was fast asleep, emitting soft snores. Glancing over, Barb's smile grew tender at the sight of her resting friend. Suddenly, she felt a warmth spreading across her cheeks. Was she blushing? Confused and slightly flustered, Barb quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the unexpected thought.

Barb's fingers nervously found her mouth, her nails a temporary distraction as she tried to make sense of her feelings. A bead of sweat trailed down her forehead. "This... this has been happening way too often... Oh, no," she silently panicked, her blush deepening despite her efforts to quell it. Overwhelmed and feeling unusually warm, she hurried upstairs, her pace quick and frantic. She burst through her bedroom door, rushed in, and slammed it shut behind her.

The sudden noise startled Floyd awake from a deep sleep. He groaned, irritation flashing across his face as he shot a glare in Barb's direction. But she was too caught up in her own turmoil to notice. Standing in front of the mirror, Barb was visibly stressed, her face flushed with heat. She tugged at her mohawk in a desperate attempt to distract herself from the tumult of emotions swirling inside her.

Floyd, meanwhile, could only watch in confusion, completely bewildered by the unexpected and intense display of distress from Barb.

Floyd exhaled deeply before addressing the obvious turmoil in the room. "You alright? You seem... uh... pretty stressed."

At his words, Barb slowly pivoted her head towards him, her eyes wide and bewildered, lips pressed into a tight line. Suddenly, the word burst from her like a dam breaking. "NO!" she yelled.

Launching into a passionate tirade, Barb paced back and forth, her words tumbling out in a frenzied rush. "I just... I don't get it, okay? My head's been all over the place lately, and I feel like I'm on this rollercoaster of emotions that just won't stop! Every little thing is making my heart race, and I've got this weird, jittery feeling in my stomach that won't go away. And the worst part? I don't even know why!"

She paused, taking a deep, ragged breath, her hands flailing expressively as she struggled to articulate her inner chaos. "It's like, I'm always hot and then cold, and sometimes I catch myself staring off into space, daydreaming, and then I snap out of it and feel all embarrassed and... and flustered. Flustered! Over what, right? It's ridiculous."

Barb halted her pacing, a look of genuine perplexity etched across her face. "And the weirdest part of all this? It's happening a lot... around... well, just, people. Specific people. And it's driving me insane because I can't make heads or tails of it. I've never felt this way before, and it's freaking me out!"

She threw her hands up in a gesture of defeat, her energy momentarily spent. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just all over the place, and I can't even pinpoint why. It's like I'm feeling things I've never felt, and it's scary, okay? It's really, really scary."

Floyd watched, a mix of concern and confusion on his face, as Barb's torrent of words finally dwindled to a halt, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

Floyd, catching on to a thread in Barb's chaotic outpouring of emotions, probed gently, his voice soft yet curious, "What... kind of people?"

Barb, initially taken aback by the question, began to pace again, her agitation rekindled by the inquiry. "It's just, you know, people who are always around, making me feel all these things I can't explain. They're just... there, and every time they're near, my whole body reacts in ways I don't understand. My heart races, I get all sweaty and nervous, and I find myself wanting to be near them but also wanting to run away at the same time."

She waved her arms expressively, her frustration mounting. "And it's not just anyone, okay? It's these... individuals who have this way of looking at you, like they really see you, and it makes my stomach do flips. They're just so... so compelling in a way that I can't ignore, even if I try. And their laughter, oh, their laughter just resonates in a way that makes me want to hear it over and over again."

Barb stopped pacing, her expression one of bewildered revelation as she continued, her voice a notch quieter but no less intense. "And it's their strength, their kindness, the way they carry themselves with such confidence and yet have this incredible softness. It's... it's overwhelming. They make me feel safe but also so incredibly vulnerable at the same time."

She sighed deeply, a sense of resignation washing over her as she finally faced the heart of her turmoil. "And the thing is, it's not just any kind of people. It's... it's women. I'm feeling all of this... for women. And I don't know what to do with all these feelings. It's like I'm discovering a part of me I didn't even know existed, and it's terrifying but also... exhilarating?" Barb's voice trailed off, leaving her confession hanging in the air between them.

"This," Floyd began, a note of understanding in his voice, "explains some of the questions and reactions you've had." Barb looked puzzled, prompting him to continue. "What are you talking about?" she asked.

Floyd chuckled lightly, an edge of warmth in his tone. "Well, remember when you asked about my earring and what it meant about me? And not to mention, you asked about Riff and his handkerchief in his back pocket. Whenever these topics are brought up, you run away all embarrassed," he explained, gently prodding her to see the pattern in her actions.

"Your interest in others' sexuality might have been you subconsciously telling yourself something about yourself," he continued, his voice gentle, trying to guide her through her confusion without overwhelming her.

Barb paced a little, digesting Floyd's words. "But I... I didn't mean—I just thought I was being curious. You know, about everyone and everything," she stammered, her stress evident in the way she avoided his gaze.

Floyd nodded, understanding her turmoil. "Curiosity is normal, Barb. But sometimes, it's also a window into what we're trying to figure out about ourselves. It's okay to explore these feelings, to question them. It doesn't make you any less of you; it just means you're learning more about yourself."

"But what if I don't like what I find? What if it changes everything?" Barb's voice was thick with worry, her usual confidence replaced by vulnerability.

"It might change some things," Floyd admitted softly. "But the people who really matter, your true friends, won't love you any less. They might even love you more for being honest with yourself and with them. And as for liking what you find... you might be surprised. Discovering new parts of yourself can be scary, but it's also incredibly brave and beautiful."

Barb sighed, a tentative smile forming as she absorbed his words. "I just... I don't know where to start. I'm scared of getting it wrong, of how it changes how I see myself."

Floyd reached out, offering a reassuring smile. "You start where you are, with what you feel. There's no right or wrong way to be you. Just be honest with yourself, and take it one day at a time. And remember, you're not alone. You've got friends, you've got me, who'll stand barb let floyds words sink in, but she was still scared "But what if what I find isn't me, what if I believe it's me and then later on I realize it’s not," she asked

Floyd nodded, his expression understanding. "That's a part of the journey, Barb. Discovering who we are isn't a one-time thing; it's continuous, evolving as we grow and learn more about ourselves. It's okay to explore and even embrace different parts of yourself, only to realize later on that maybe they don't fit anymore. That doesn't mean you were wrong—it means you're growing."

He paused, ensuring Barb was following, then continued. "It's like trying on clothes. Sometimes, you think you love something, so you wear it for a while. But then, as time goes on, you might not feel the same about it. That doesn't invalidate the time you spent loving it or mean you were lying to yourself. It just means you've changed, and that's not only okay, it's normal."

Barb looked at him, her eyes reflecting the tumult of emotions inside her. "But change can be scary," she whispered.

"It can be," Floyd agreed. "But it can also be exciting. Discovering new things about yourself, what you like, what you don't, who you want to be—that's all part of living. And remember, no matter what you discover or how many times you change, you're still you. And you're not alone. You've got people who care about you, ready to support you through every step of this journey."

Hearing this, Barb felt a weight lift slightly from her shoulders. The path ahead might be uncertain, but knowing she had support made it less daunting. "Thanks, Floyd," she said, a small but genuine smile forming. "I guess figuring out who I am is just another adventure, huh?"

"Exactly," Floyd smiled back. "And it's one adventure you don't have to go on alone."

Barb glanced nervously towards the door, then peeked outside to ensure they were still alone, with Carol asleep downstairs. She then returned to the room, a hesitant confession on the tip of her tongue. "These feelings... they usually hit me when I'm around Carol—" she abruptly let slip.

"OH MY GOD!?!" Floyd couldn't contain his shock, almost shouting in his surprise. "OUT OF EVERYONE, WHY THE MANIAC!?!"

"I... I don't know," Barb admitted, her voice a mix of confusion and a hint of desperation.

#trolls #trolls au #dreamworks trolls #trolls world tour #trolls floyd #trolls barb #wlw #lesbian #lgbtq #trolls carol #trolls fanfiction #trolls fanfic #trolls fandom

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Two questions; is your current fixation still Shingeki no Kyojin?

Secondly, if you have time, I want to hear your thoughts about a recurring thought I have. Would you agree that men don't tend to take media made for women seriously? Doesn't matter if it's made by a woman, but media or things in general made for girls. The two main things I think about is the Barbie movie and anything by Jane Austen. A lot of conservative bros I see have a legitimate hate for both of those things and ...Why? I think they're both really important for different reasons and I don't understand the perception of "silliness" around them. I mean, Barbie obviously is silly in a lot of ways but.... It's a Girls Girls movie, like how Braveheart is a Mans Mans movie and also is a bit silly in the way that men are (but it's still one of my, a girls, favourite movies).

Maybe it could be said that girls don't generally understand media made for men either, since a lot of girls hate reading Charles Dickens or Mark Twain. But neither of those author's really made them "for men," it's just that men seem to gravitate towards them -- and at the same time, you don't hear women saying they want to take Mark Twain's jawbone and beat him over the head with it (quote from Ben Shapiro about Jane Austen. He was joking but it still rubbed me the wrong way).

Yes, in the sense that I'm not fixated on anything else, but no, in the sense that I'm avoiding SNK content until I can reread/rewatch before (finally) viewing the finale.

Next, I think men do have a hard time taking women's media seriously, but part of the reason is that media geared toward solely men or solely women isn't generally setting out to be the most serious thing in the first place. I don't know anyone, male or female, who takes chick flicks and action movies seriously, and if we get the sense that a new film leans toward one or the other (even if it doesn't strictly fall into that genre), we reach a conclusion about it in that moment because there's only so much time in the day and money in the pocket we can devote to entertainment.

But then, not taking something seriously is very different from legitimately hating it. I can understand why a man would hate the Barbie movie, especially if he hasn't seen it. Like all feminist media, it's going to be about how all men are oppressors and all women are their victims, right? And that's obviously a despicable message worthy of hatred. And if he's already decided that's what it's going to be about, he's probably not going to change his mind when he watches it, because as I've previously explained, Greta Gerwig failed to send a consistent message, as she has failed to do in all her blockbuster movies. I've described her to my mother as "a conservative trapped in a liberal's body." She just can't reconcile the two belief systems that drive her. (Conservative men aren't the only people who hated it either, I know plenty of conservative women who hated it. And I know conservatives of both sexes who enjoyed it immensely.)

Very rarely do I see a man's film morally disparage women the way that so many women's films do to men, and this probably contributes to more men hating women's films than vice versa.

I think it's true that neither men nor women can fully understand the appeal of media made for the other, but because we are complementary, I do think we owe each other at least an attempt to understand. Which, by the way, is never going to work for you if you've accepted the premise that we are fundamentally the same in spirit and our differences are merely social constructs.

Finally, as concerns Ben Shapiro and Jane Austen, he actually was quoting Mark Twain in that segment, and this is a delightful background of Mark Twain's self-proclaimed--but spurious--hatred of Jane Austen. But for any guys out there who do think Austen is "chick lit," just about every homeschooled boy or homeschooling father I knew loved Jane Austen's work and considered Pride & Prejudice an invaluable tool for the raising of honorable men. Here's an article about why.

#- HK #respublica #Austen #on a more fundamental level you have to consider how women are oriented vs how men are oriented #women are people-oriented and men are objects-oriented #so women operate more on nuance and abstraction whereas men operate more on generalities and function #if you say 'that's not true I'm a woman and I--' you're proving my point #so just for a moment embody with me the Platonic ideal of a man and imagine you're watching a woman's movie #(keeping in mind the Platonic ideal of neither actually exists) #you can acknowledge that it's a good movie for what it is--the message is great and the film is well-made #but it's 90 minutes of conversations - meetings - the inner life of the mind #nothing is *happening* #now imagine you're the Platonic ideal of a woman watching a man's movie #same sitch: good message strong film #but it's 90 minutes of fighting - explosions - riding horses up to the mountain peak #we don't know what the MC is feeling or why he's doing anything or what his mother thinks about it. it's just a string of events. #nothing's *happening* #this is why The Lord of the Rings is the perfect film

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Why Barbenheimer Is Good News for Cinema

Growing up, one of my favorite movies was Space Jam. My siblings and I would watch it over and over again, laughing at it as if it were the first time we heard the jokes. And, trust me, I could come up with a long list of "silly" movies that I learned to love.

When I grew up, I engaged in more "serious" films. For example, when I was in college, the teachers would make us watch Greenaway, Goddard, Kubrick, and so on, and we did enjoy it. Still, whenever a new blockbuster arrived at the local movie theaters, the immediate reaction would be, "Yikes, more Hollywood garbage."

I was taught there was elite Cinema and junk. But, nowadays, this distinction seems wrong.

The more movies I have watched, the more it grows in me the idea that a film's most important duty is to make us FEEL. 

To move us. 

After all, what kind of magic is this that, while we are in a dark room, surrounded by strangers, we detach from reality and connect with characters who are nothing but light on a screen?

It doesn't matter if it is a black-and-white movie. It doesn't matter if the screen is drowning in pink. It doesn't matter if the subject is depressive, gritty, violent, or sweeter than a lollipop.

What matters is Cinema and the stories it tells us. What matters is the magic we allow ourselves to feel.

I have had it with film snobs who wag their fingers at anything that doesn't line up with their sacred preconceptions. 

Enter Barbenheimer.

Social media has been filled with people who say they'll proudly watch both Barbie and Oppenheimer. The only point of disagreement seems to be which one should go first. 

But where there's barely any kind of debate is the fact that both films have excited moviegoers beyond belief.

People want to see Gerwig's film and bask in its promised pink delight just as much as they want to drown in the magnificent visuals Nolan will deliver.

Because, in the end, Cinema is Cinema. 

Sure, there are crappy movies and films that make us feel nothing and fail at the critical job of creating cinematic art. But we should never place the value of a film on whether it looks artsy or snobbish enough.

It is true we have yet to see the films. However, they have already rekindled people's passion for The Seven Art.

The gist of it all is that we love movies. We can appreciate the technical details and marvel at how a particular shot was achieved. But in the end, if you ask someone to explain their passion for certain films, usually their eyes will light up, and they'll say, I don't know, I just love them.

#barbie #oppenheimer #barbieheimer #film #cinema #Barbenheimer