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dingoat · 4 months
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Some serious kenergy happening tonight
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askshivanulegacy · 8 months
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Written in the Stars
Thirteen gazed up at the stars. 
Odessen, so underdeveloped that even here, at the Alliance headquarters with nighttime lamps providing light to work by, there were so many.
So many, and so unfamiliar.
To be expected, of course. It was an unfamiliar planet.
Even so. After five years …
The stars said everything, didn’t they? Everything that Thirteen didn’t.
His gaze strayed in the direction of their … temporary home, he supposed, where he supposed Five still worked tirelessly to lead the Alliance and to discover and pick up what pieces of their lives might still remain. There was a reason Thirteen had never wanted him to come on these Star Fortress runs. He was a Watcher. 
Was. 
Used to be. 
He was supposed to remain behind. Going out was Thirteen’s job. 
Was. 
Is. 
It was something he could do about things, however much that counted, if it even did.
He’d never expected to find Ahuska here. Nor had he ever expected she would become his willing partner in destruction.
He never thought he’d … need her, to rescue his backside when it turned out the Zakuul Knights were more - far more - than he could take on his own. Never thought he’d want her to … be there. 
Not after their bond had been broken years ago … longer ago for her than for him.
That was the rub, wasn’t it?
His lips twisted, eyes falling to the black forest below.
He didn’t know how to be around anyone else anymore. 
He’d spent the time with Five, at first, before the Alliance nonsense, before they even really knew what they were doing. He didn’t really avoid Crow and Ulfran, not really, but he did. He couldn’t blame them. They’d been looking for five years, so he heard. They’d been separated from him and Five for that long, so he understood.
But he didn’t.
So when he found Ahuska here, suddenly there was someone who didn’t expect anything from him, who didn’t expect him to be someone he didn’t know how to be.
Had she noticed? Had she missed him?
He was free to run with her, to lash out and ruin, to fight back for all the things Zakuul had taken, and it was personal, it was so personal. 
He didn’t care about the galaxy anymore. 
With her, he didn’t have to.
With her, he thought maybe he could say all the things he couldn’t to anyone else.
He tried.
He danced around the topic more than once, sidestepping neatly with his words what he really wanted to say. He’s not sure she really noticed.
She didn’t notice this time, either.
His sigh sent a cascade of fine mist into the air.
There was no one else who would understand. Or maybe it was just that he didn’t know how to talk to them.
Not Five. He was … angry. All the time. About something. 
Crow was … well. And Ulfran … 
What could they know? Only Five really could, but … he was being Five.
And it was just …
Thirteen didn’t belong here.
That’s what he’s been trying to say.
Crow and Ulfran wanted closure he didn’t know how to give. They wanted to mend five years he didn’t know how to fix, because he didn’t know what that meant. 
Everything was different. 
Everyone had experienced the change of the galaxy, and Thirteen …
All he’d done was wake up one day to find it all gone.
There was a difference between asking someone what they’d done the last five years, and asking someone what they’d done for five years you missed.
Wasn’t there?
Thirteen thought there was.
And he didn’t know how to ask it. He didn’t know how to talk about everything he’d missed, how to make anyone understand what he was reaching for. How to tell them that he was alone, adrift, that he’d lost things he couldn’t explain, how to make them realize that this …
None of this … was his. And he fought for it anyway.
She could understand, once. She’d known his feelings, without him ever having to say a thing. He’d never wanted it, true, but it was there, and it had happened. And Thirteen had thought …
But all that was long gone, too. It had served a purpose that was never for him, and Ahuska had certainly moved on.
So it turned out Thirteen didn’t know how to ask her anything, either.
His thoughts startled free when he felt the massive, furry head of a giant wolf drop over his shoulder. It whuffed, softly, gusting sparkling steam into the night and warmth across his hand. The partner that wasn’t his tugged back on the partner that wasn’t hers, tucking him against the thick, fluffy ruff around her neck.
“Yeah,” he said, quietly. “The nights are getting cold, aren’t they?” Almost, he could hear the creaking of their shuttle in the bay below, as its re-entry heat dissipated. He let her nudge him toward the base.
They’d finally had their first good Fortress run. That was worth something, wasn’t it?
Maybe he didn’t care.
Maybe he’d try to ask her again, next time.
Maybe.
It was late.
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cassiesbarbie · 9 months
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💌rg!ken x barbie!reader headcanons
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a/n: first post lmk what you think! this is just a general barbie but if you want headcanons for a specific barbie my requests are always open! :)
• for starters, this man would absolutely worship the ground you walked on. if there’s a puddle on the ground, you’d best believe that even on the coldest of nights he would cover it with his jacket and offer a hand as you crossed (you told him you could just walk around it but he insisted)
• physical touch is this man’s JAM. he would always be touching you in some way whether it was holding your hand or wrapping arm around your waste. he needs all the other kens to know that you’re his and his only.
• girls night is every night and he knows that, but sometimes he’ll get lucky and you’ll agree to let him stay over. he’s stayed over so many times now that your dreamhouse is almost starting to resemble a mojo dojo casa house.
• he follows you around like a lost puppy. most mornings he’ll wait for you at the beach and once he catches sight of you he won’t leave your side for the rest of the day (but if you ask for time away from him he’ll be out the door in a split second, always wanting to make you happy)
• he obeys you like you’re a queen because to him, you are one. if anyone so much as steps a toe out of line around you he won’t hesitate to take extreme measures.
• he’s very insecure, always worried you might want to leave him for some other ken. so when the other kens inevitably turn and gawk at you as you pass by (how could they not?), nine times out of ten he’ll grab your face and kiss you in front of all of them to prove that you’re his.
• he’s also the most supportive boyfriend of all time. no matter what you’re career his, he’ll stand behind you and support you in any and every way possible (not that a barbie needs it, but it’s sweet nevertheless).
• sometimes, if he catches you on a good day, he manages to get you to agree to listen to him play guitar. is it very good? no. is he a very good singer? sort of. but he loves playing for you so you pretend to love listening. he plays your favorite songs though, so that’s a bonus.
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fairy-fleurs · 9 months
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Mom & Dad 🫶🏻
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bluejeans777 · 6 months
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“There are no multiples of Allan. He’s just Allan.
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nerdgirljen · 17 days
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In new recent editions to the Jen & Jute Candle Shop:
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Dream House smells of champagne, berries, and the hopes and dreams of little girls everywhere. Mojo Dojo smells of citrus, the woods, and patriarchy (according to Ken).
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wisefoxluminary · 8 months
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Barbie: I like that we say “oh man” to express disappointment.
Barbie: Because men are, in fact, disappointing.
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riotinyellow · 8 months
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ken(sapnap) has joined the mojo dojo casa house(kick)
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talentforlying · 8 months
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constantine in the house of mystery: barbie's dream house nick necro in the house of secrets: mojo dojo casa house
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mcmansionhell · 9 months
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mojo dojo casa house
Howdy folks! Sorry for the delay, I was, uhhhh covering the Tour de France. Anyway, I'm back in Chicago which means this blog has returned to the Chicago suburbs. I'm sure you've all seen Barbie at this point so this 2019 not-so-dream house will come as a pleasant (?) surprise.
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Yeah. So this $2.4 million, 7 bed, 8.5+ bath house is over 15,000 square feet and let me be frank: that square footage is not allocated in any kind of efficient or rational manner. It's just kind of there, like a suburban Ramada Inn banquet hall. You think that by reading this you are prepared for this, but no, you are not.
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Scale (especially the human one) is unfathomable to the people who built this house. They must have some kind of rare spatial reasoning problem where they perceive themselves to be the size of at least a sedan, maybe a small aircraft. Also as you can see they only know of the existence of a single color.
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Ok, but if you were eating a single bowl of cereal alone where would you sit? Personally I am a head of the table type person but I understand that others might be more discreet.
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It is undeniable that they put the "great" in great room. You could race bicycles in here. Do roller derby. If you gave this space to three anarchists you would have a functioning bookshop and small press in about a week.
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The island bit is so funny. It's literally so far away it's hard to get them in the same image. It is the most functionally useless space ever. You need to walk half a mile to get from the island to the sink or stove.
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Of course, every McMansion has a room just for television (if not more than one room) and yet this house fails even to execute that in a way that matters. Honestly impressive.
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The rug placement here is physical comedy. Like, they know they messed up.
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Bling had a weird second incarnation in the 2010s HomeGoods scene. Few talk about this.
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Honestly I think they should have scrapped all of this and built a bowling alley or maybe a hockey rink. Basketball court. A space this grand is wasted on sports of the table variety.
You would also think that seeing the rear exterior of this house would help to rationalize how it's planned but:
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Not really.
Anyways, thanks for coming along for another edition of McMansion Hell. I'll be back to regular posting schedule now that the summer is over so keep your eyes peeled for more of the greatest houses to ever exist. Be sure to check the Patreon for today's bonus posts.
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sanctamater · 9 months
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me dancing for my life in front pyramid head during a 3 gen stalemate match of dbd hoping they are goofy:
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dingoat · 3 months
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"I think it's time you left."
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sleepy-timaeus · 9 months
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Twitter/X just needs more horses, and then Ken will be satisfied
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bestoftweets · 9 months
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nocompassnosign · 6 days
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i don’t know if this is anything but you know all the football imagery in the alchemy? what else happens in football stadiums? eras tour. and we joked all fall that eras tour was Barbie’s dream house and football was the mojo dojo casa house. so what if the alchemy we don’t need to fight is maybe our relationship as fans to Taylor.
“I haven’t come around in so long but I’m coming back so strong” she hasn’t toured since rep and she missed us.
“Hey, you, what if i told you we’re cool? That child’s play back in school is forgiven under my rule” she addresses the listener directly here, as she does in other spots in the album but specifically in but daddy i love him where she grapples with outsiders (and fans) judging her. Here she’s saying ok back to you, we’re good. Under my rule it’s all forgiven.
“Cause the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me” what do we do every night on tour? 🫶🏼 we’re always hearts opened for her, regardless of all the critic and push back we give her. Idk
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kcokaine · 9 months
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Mojo dojo dream house
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