#tweed peeps

[tweetracer]

Hi! I saw you wanted some barbie prompts so I had a idea.

What if Ken meets someone in the real world and he instantly found them attractive, they end up complimenting him which makes him want them even more to where he forgets the whole patriarchy ordeal and just wants them to love him because they didn’t just ignore him.

💖 Meeting RG!Ken in the Real World 💖

(RG!Ken x Human!Reader)

💖 SO YOU DEFINITELY MEET THIS GUY WHILE HE’S IN DAVY CROCKETT MIDDLE SCHOOL’S LIBRARY. You’ve been working there a few months as a librarian and while it wasn’t exactly your passion it was something that filled your schedule and kept half-decent food on the kitchen table so you wouldn’t complain.

💖 “Hi! Would you point me in the direction of the Horses and Patriarchy section?” The cheerful voice made you look up from where you were hunched over at the painfully old computer- double checking that all of the due books had been checked in.

💖 “Excuse me?” You said, completely flabbergasted by both the words and looks of the man who stood opposite your desk. He was tall; with golden blonde hair and sun-kissed skin he would be strikingly handsome were it not for the ridiculous cowboy outfit he was donned in. (Who were you kidding? He was still ridiculously attractive even with the costume).

💖 “Would you point me in the direction of the Horses and Patriarchy section of this library” he repeated with another charming smile, leaning forwards to rest his chin in his hands.

💖 “That’s…” you started slowly, brows furrowed in a way that made his chest feel weird and tingly. “We don’t have a section for Horses and the Patriarchy.” You explained as gently as you could, eyeing around in hopes of finding the poor excuse for a security officer that usually took his lunch in here despite the obvious ‘no eating in the library’ signs posted around.

💖 The man’s handsome face wilted a bit and for a moment you felt a little guilty for not being able to indulge his ridiculous request. “Oh! Silly me- could you point me in the direction of the Horse Section first? I’ll go to the Patriarchy section after” He said, chipper once again.

💖 “We… don’t have a just Horses section either..” you said again, watching as the man seemed to actually wither, crumbling forwards till his head was against the cold wood of your work desk.

💖 “Do you have a Patriarchy section?” He whimpered, looking up at you from where he’d half collapsed dramatically against your desk- blue eyes glassy and filled with so so much emotion considering the circumstances.

💖 When you shook your head he nearly wailed, sinking further till he was almost entirely on the floor- fringe out of place and hat askew. You stood up to peer over your desk, looking down at the handsome man near-crying on your library floor.

💖 You glanced around, thankfully it was lunchtime for the kids so almost everyone was outside enjoying the sunny Los Angeles afternoon, leaving your room mostly empty. You gnawed on your lips nervously for a few moments before making a decision.

💖 “I can help you find some books on horses though.. and the patriarchy?” You offered, not entirely sure what you were getting yourself into as he jumped up, smiling eagerly and leaning forwards till his face was a few inches away from yours.

💖 “You’d do that for me?” He said with so much awe and amazement you’d think you offered to hang the stars for him.

💖 “…Yeah?” It was your job after all, even if this man was definitely not a student or staff member as far as you knew. Maybe he was a substitute teacher (yeah… right)

💖 But the way his whole face lit up joyfully at something as small as helping him find books made your heart give a little skip in your chest.

💖 You guide him around, pointing out a few books that were somewhat relevant (though he really only seemed interested in grabbing the ones with lots of pictures). Standing next to him you noticed he… really didn’t have a sense of personal space- the man would lean close everytime you spoke up to offer your help in locating relevant books, big baby-blue eyes staring into yours as he hung on to every word you said, nodding enthusiastically.

💖 You felt your cheeks and ears warm go warm at all the attention, occasionally stumbling on a word or two and chewing on your lip nervously between sentences- eyes darting around to anything but the absolute ray of sunshine in front of you.

💖 “Why are you doing that?” He asked innocently, leaning forwards into your space again with only the flimsy spine of Horses, by Ryan Bessin to protect you.

💖 “Doing what?” You said, trying to sound collected and professional though your gaze was still elsewhere, skimming over the names and authors. You jumped a little when you felt him reach out to gently prod at your lip, freeing it from the grasp of your teeth.

💖 “You’re chewing on your lip” he started, unconsciously mirroring the action on his own face. His blue eyes were focused so intensely on your lips and he felt that weird flutter in his chest again. What was that? A side effect of the real world?

💖 “Oh sorry I do that when I’m” you waved your hand vaguely for a moments, waiting till he finally looked away from your mouth to meet your gaze. “Nervous.”

💖 His head tilted in confusion and you were unable to look at him and not see an absolutely adorable, floppy-eared golden retriever puppy. “You’re nervous? Why?” He sounded so genuine and you swear to god he needed to stop looking at you with so much kindness and interest or you may just explode.

💖 “You’re just” you grip tight to the book, “-you’re very… handsome” (and intense) you started again, cheeks warming even more when his face seemed to light up like the Fourth of July- a huge grin splitting his face. “I think there’s another book that might interest you over here!” Frantically you change the subject, thrusting the book forwards and trying (and failing) not to notice just how solid his abs were.

💖 He followed you eagerly, still smiling at you with those weirdly perfect teeth and that shamelessly attentive expression. “Thank you so much, Barbie!”

💖 You looked over your shoulder at him, bewildered. “That’s? Not my name?” You said with a confused but genuine smile. Was it supposed to be some type of weird compliment?

💖 The man blinked, baffled for a few moments before he seemed to remember something. “Oh! Sorry! Force of habit” he laughed, looking bashful as he fingered the pages of the book he held.

💖 (And you definitely didn’t let your gaze slip to those deft, elegant looking hands. Broad and masculine but spared any callous or freckle- his tanned skin nearly perfect)

💖 “So… why exactly are you looking for books on the Patriarchy and Horses?”

💖 He blinked a few times at your question, looking down at the books in his arms as though he’d forgotten they were there for a moment. His smile brightened marginally, and he picked up one of the books at random- The Origins of Patriarchy, waving it loosely in front of your face. “Oh! So I’m learning about this super awesome thing called The Patriarchy”

💖 He almost immediately noticed the slight downward tilt of your lips- and the resulting twist in his chest was not like the fluttering sensations from earlier. No this was… icky- this feeling was unpleasant (something he didn’t actually have a lot of context for) and all he could think of was getting that look off of your face as fast as possible.

💖 “But- uh that’s beside the point!” As flippantly as possible he tosses the book over his shoulder with a bashful laugh. You winced, knowing you’d have to put that up later, but the man didn’t seem to notice; too busy looking at you with those big blue eyes and leaning against the bookshelf.

💖 “O-Okay?” You said, blinking rapidly at him as you chewed nervously on your lip again, trying not to squirm under the pure fascination in his gaze, completely unaware of the rapidly shifting priorities of the man in front of you.

💖 “Oh my name is Ken! Hey- what size rollerblades do you wear by the way?”

#tweed peeps #reader insert #anonymous #the lost boys #barbie movie fic #barbie #RG!Ken/Reader #barbie Imagines #Ken/Reader #ken x reader #RG!Ken x Reader #headkennons

[apoptoses]

It is #Molloy Monday and I am here to remind you that Daniel is featured most from 1975-1985 aka the Sluttiest Era of Modern Male Fashion.

Coming in HOT we have the cut off short shorts and cropped t-shirt or mostly unbuttoned button down combo. Daniel visited some warm climates during the chase years so I invite you to picture him in the tiniest ripped jean shorts sweating over whether or not that auburn haired lady down the street is actually Armand!!

Or going into the 80s sometimes the tops were REALLY cropped and exposed midrift and back!! Like just picture Daniel fucking around on Night Island in this, wow wow!!

But even when the pants were long the t-shirts were TIGHT, maximum pec definition through the shirt was a must.

If he didn't wanna show that much skin? That was fine because turtlenecks where IN baby!! These are basically vampire lingerie imo, covering up the most succulent part of the neck but still leaving a hint exposed below the jaw?? Armand had to have been dying of thirst!!!

(Also when it says Armand came to pick Daniel up from jail in a lawyer's tweed suit? He wasn't wearing no modern cut, he'd have been rocking the big lapels because this was the 70s tyvm)

Also important to note was that the 70s were the era of glam rock and androgyny, so picking a silky button down that looks like a women's blouse? Totally okay for men, very in style so long as you leave the top buttons undone to expose maximum chest.

Btw velour? Was IN. This is the 1979 equivalent of a juicy couture tracksuit which Armand could have snuggled right into while they were living in London.

And while the 80s sees the rise of a looser fit, that doesn't mean the crop top died or that people weren't still rocking a more form fitted jean when they were feeling casual.

This photo is from NYC in 1983 and shows that tight t-shirts and short shorts were still very much alive, just styled a bit differently! A tight top and looser straight leg jeans, or short bottom and a flowy open top took the place of all fitted looks.

Or that the mostly unbuttoned button down went away- if anything in the 80s the buttons went even LOWER and more revealing. Paired with a boxy linen suit this is essential 80s Miami aka Night Island looks.

and yeah that's spader, leave me alone, he's peak 80s here

This sweater is loose but it's got the deep V neck and a sheer knit, perfect for the beach!!

And yeah this is Sapder AGAIN but note the half open shirt, leather jacket, and jeans that get tighter near the ankle!! Classic 80s, baggy but still sexy, A+.

I SWEAR this is the last time I'm gonna use and abuse him but peep the muscle tank with the DIY cut edges on the arm holes! V neck! 80s!!!

Basically the takeaway here is that if you're putting them in the 80s and having them rock something baggy and double denim, the look still featured a tight waistline and rolled sleeves or rolled ankles to tighten the jeans. It wasn't just baggy all over!!

Here's some random images from the entire era to finish off:

So next time you're working on fic or art instead of just tossing Daniel into a regular old t-shirt and jeans consider doing some slutty 70s and 80s looks instead 😌

#daniel molloy #vampire chronicles #devil's minion #armand/daniel #vc shitpost #oops another spader adjacent post NOT SORRY ABOUT IT #he has so many early 80s movies they're easy to harvest from okay #and he's got the ash blond hair and beseeching look down #ANYWAYS i demand more daniel in short shorts art and fic tyvm #vc headcanons #apoptoses originals

[cbbyzac]

MISS KNOW IT ALL.

To: Miss Know It All

From: Hotel Hottie

Dear Miss Know It All,

How do you craft a beachy and romantic academic style?

To: Hotel Hottie

From: Miss Know It All

Dear Hotel Hottie,

For this style, I recommend finding pieces with a pastel color palette such as beautiful shades of baby pink, yellow, and blue mixed with neutrals and greens!

Floral, plaid, and tweed patterns will give that romantic academic style you’re trying to achieve. Remember that this style will work best if you purchase things that have a flirty and feminine touch to it.

Think pink plaid skirts, pussycat bows, lace detailing, and pearls. For clothing pieces, I suggest blazers, sundresses, cardigans, light wash jeans, flowy blouses, jumpsuits, maxi and midi skirts, and sweetheart tops. For shoes, I suggest mary janes, peep toe heels, ballet flats, wedges, ankle strap heels, loafers, and mules.

#advice column #miss know it all #fashion advice

[psychodelia67]

Ready, Steady, Go! (Me x Mad Mod short story)

WRITTEN ON 12/22/2022

Note: This is the first time I've written anything in years so excuse my amateur writing… This is also the only thing I’ve written since 2022. Oops. I hope someone out on the interwebs enjoys this. I wanted to show a glimpse into our dynamic. I am written in this as the version of me in his universe. No change in my personality- just additionally a superhuman villain >:P I may write longer stories with more than only stupid cheesy romance. Haha!

This takes place while we were dating. Before we moved in together.

**********

The sun barely seeps out from the gray clouds as I mindlessly make shapes and lines on the foggy bedroom window. I glance over from the bed to see the mug of coffee resting on the dresser still releasing steam. With still more time to kill, I walk over to the closet. I slip on a tweed pinafore dress, paired with a matching white beagle-collared blouse and stockings. I then push my bangs apart and hold two fingers at my third eye. A beam of light dashes out, landing my staff weapon, the Ultraviolent, directly into my hands. I prop it up against the wall and dig out a single, clear lense from the night stand. Carefully, I pop the lense in place.

"We can’t have any dirt going in you, now can we?” I speak to it.

“No, we can not!”

I yelp in surprise and impulsively shoot a laser beam out my now-shielded eye. It strikes the ceiling, causing bits of debris to dribble down to the floor. I whip around to see Mad Mod on my television screen.

“Top of the morning, my duckie!” he chirps.

“My goodness, you startled me, Moddy!" I slide the mug away from in front of the screen with my free hand. "You have to stop hacking my things without warning, please. I can't super-sense people coming that aren't physically present."

I anxiously dart a look at the new hole in the ceiling.

“Sorry, love. Force of habit. I’m not one for phone calls.”

“Well," I push a piece of hair behind my ear and smile back at him. "What’s up?”

"I wouldn't finish that cup of coffee if I were you," he begins, "I've found a chic coffee joint for us to visit. I’ve got my hypno screens ready to switch over their monitors so we can enjoy the place all to ourselves. Those pesky commoners won't be lettin' out a bloomin' peep about our appearance!" He ends in a satisfied tone whilst pointing his ruby-topped cane at the screen.

“Mm-hmm~" I sing in agreement. "Villains aren’t exactly welcome to waltz in any shop they like. Let me guess: it’s the one with the jukebox, huh?”

“Right you are! I’ll be over in about 20 minutes."

“See you then. Muah,” I blow a kiss.

************

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Where is it, where is it, where is it?!” I whisper to myself as I shuffle frantically through piles of clothes scattered across the room. “Oh. Great…” I huff, finding my stained army-green parka in the laundry basket.

Sighing, I stand up straight and finish tying my shirt ribbon. Suddenly I hear the faint rumbling of a motor bike. That’s him. I tap the center of my forehead to summon Ultraviolent back- figuring that it won't be necessary with Mod's plan. I rush out the door. I walk up to him, seeing him sit on his moped parked on the curb with a foot planted on the ground.

“Oi, where’s your coat?” He says, slipping his goggles over his helmet.

I bow my head in shame. "I spilled vodka on it yesterday and forgot to wash it.”

He shakes his head. “Bloody hell…,” he mutters, taking off his own parka.

"Oh, no, no! It's fine! It’s no big deal. It isn’t the first time I’ve ventured out in the cold in thin clothes.”

“Don’t argue with me,” he snaps while wagging a finger. “I can’t 'ave my little woman catching a cold. Turn around now.~"

I turn my back and he slips the sleeves through my arms. I zip it up and face back, pouting a little.

“What if you catch a cold?”

“Not to worry, dearie," he whips the fur-lined hood of his coat over my head, "I’ve got a trick up my sleeve…" He slides a thumb in the opening of his black blazer and clicks a button. "Yours truly sewn in a built-in heater. The cold is no match for me. I’ll be nice and toasty," he grins proudly.

“Ahh," I wink and smirk. "Clever as always."

He cups a hand on my cheek and plants a quick kiss on my lips. “Let’s get going.”

I nod and hop on the seat. I wrap my arms around his waist and lean in close. Mod fixes the goggles back over his eyes. He then revs the moped. The purr of the engine never fails to feel like music to the ears.

“Ready?” He asks.

I close my eyes, feeling the warm hooded fur bury against the side of my face as I nuzzle my head against his back. I feel another kind of warmth wave through me.

“Steady go,” I reply.

#self ship #waifuism #teen titans oc #fanfic #self ship fanfiction #madmod #neil richards

[blue-jisungs]

Lay low, lay low, lay low

Baby, keep it lowkey

샤랄랄라 라라 어머나

샤랄랄라 라라 I'ma shine

(We got the bounce)

샤랄랄라 라라 태가 나

샤랄랄라 라라 (let's go)

Touch yo 머리 touch yo toe

Do that shoulder roll

Step left and right 난 좀 멋있는 놈

다르잖아 fit, ah-ha, I just do me, ah-ha

태어날 때 끝나버린 게임

봐봐 내 맵시 ah-ha, ayy

정신 차려 보니 올라왔어 탑

내면을 쫓아 될 대로 해 내 맘

Left and right, we love to bounce

Got that spice thing 도대체 뭐야 이다음

Don't kill my vibe 느껴지네 아름다움

자연스레 난 무대 위로 going down

소용없어 이미 난 너의 number one

Diamonds on my neck 내겐 없어 겁

I'ma be rocking and rolling, rolling

질주 with new lorry, 'cause I can glide

런웨이 하듯 slide 부족한 건 time

안 자도 되지 잠 어느새 된 밤

둘 셋 시작

We got the bounce

Wow, wow, wow, wow

Bounce (we jumping around)

We got the bounce

Wow, wow, wow, wow

Bounce (we jumping around) let's go

샤랄랄라 라라 어머나

샤랄랄라 라라 I'ma shine

샤랄랄라 라라 태가 나

샤랄랄라 라라 (let's go)

Okay 걸음 걸인 항상 fit 허린 세우지

꼿꼿이 살짝 치켜올린 턱 표정은 찡그린 emoji

마술 아니고 magic 흐르는 멋은 automatic

확인해 봐 나의 credit, oh

'Are you ready?

내 룩 마치 Milano 근데 나는 서울에 살아

무대에선 격식 안 차려

Teach me, teach me, how to dougie

Kicks new collabo (whoa) 새로운 화보 (whoa)

언제까지 멋질라구? 생각 안 해 오늘 하루

Look at my pose! 비켜봐 don't kill my vibe

자연스레 난 무대 위로 going down

소용없어 이미 난 너의 number one

Diamonds on my neck 내겐 없어 겁

I'm really good at entertainin', yeah

그들은 나를 쫓아 like the C.I.A

Swaggin', swaggin' 부리지 난 멋

나의 jeans and shoes, yeah, come on, yeah

We got the bounce

Wow, wow, wow, wow

Bounce (we jumping around)

We got the bounce

Wow, wow, wow, wow

Bounce (we jumping around) let's go

샤랄랄라 라라 어머나

샤랄랄라 라라 I'ma shine

샤랄랄라 라라 태가 나

샤랄랄라 라라 (let's go)

샤랄랄라 라라

Cash it out (cash it out)

Camera flashin' (camera flashin')

Peep my tweed jacket, it's my fashion (ayy)

걸음마 (걸음마) 이거 다 최신 (이거 다 최신)

절대 안 취했지 I'm just swangin'

Lay low, lay low, lay low

Baby, keep it lowkey

Lay low, lay low, lay low

I need 시급한 조치

We got the bounce

Wow, wow, wow, wow (okay)

Bounce (we jumping around)

We got the bounce

Wow, wow, wow, wow (okay)

Bounce (we jumping around) let's go

샤랄랄라 라라 어머나 (어머나)

샤랄랄라 라라 I'ma shine

샤랄랄라 라라 태가 나 (태가 나)

#stuck in my mind for the past few days bye #we got the bounce bowowwowwow #a is for axe’s rambles!!

[thefcxandthehcund]

Continued from:

Tod smirked right back, his tail playfully waving behind him. “Well, if ya do win, I’ll give you half a’ my rainbow Peeps!” he declared, handing his blue Easter basket to a smiling Mrs. Tweed. “But if I win, you can gimme… well, whatever you don’t want!”

“Egg Race contestants, please make your way to the starting line!” the badger announcer called into his speaker. “I’d like to remind you all that the winner of this race will receive a free trip to the Splash-And-Dash Water Park downtown!”

Tod grinned. “My birthday’s comin’ up soon… maybe I can save the trip if I win for then!”

@nemekii

#ic #rp threads #threads #nemekii #zootopia verse #tod and simba

[zumpietoo]

I mean I loved everything Jughead and of course I adored the Jabi moment but I still can’t get the stupid taste out of my mouth with making Elmo Jesus and the fact that these writers don’t even remember their own work, Jughead isn’t the first born and then forgetting about the characters who actually are as you pointed out. Also we need to stop pretending “B and V forever” means anything. They’re both sleezy women who will throw the other in front of a bus For Elmo in all versions of theuniverse

I think b&v4evah is heading to bav4evah, myself….

And while I’ve been largely persuaded that IS jug I the body bag, after all—-he isn’t ded of firstborn plaque, he’s ded of vale poisoning and won’t jeebus April fools post pointless, gratuitous witchy slumber partee

He’ll be in the vale/pops in the sky—-which will be the following ep and he’ll ultimately rally all the vale peeps (including pink tweed dress paulie) to help in the

FINAL COUNTDOWN

And now I really believe pickle is then condemned to all eternity at pops in the sky, his own personal he’ll.

Well then have jug writing lots moar spooky comics, etc

Before he awakes from his coma dreem

[writer59january13]

Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or

Feast of Saint Patrick

Lá Fhéile Pádraig

invoke even non Irish to proclaim

Éirinn go Brách

translated as "Ireland Forever."

Though semitic thru and thru yours truly (me) dons guise of being Irish trumpeting hoople linked with the folklore and culture of Emerald Isle

juiced tin he nuff tame afore thee 2024 Saint Patrick's Day, (hens this faux written accent

donned to sail hub berate won big todo fur those peep pull

o' Eire rush deuce cent)

aye pretend, and thence make oop duff fallow wing vary minor event

harkening back e'er sins this generic gent, hooped tubby imp poet hint wannabe, (who hapt tubby absent without leave from Brogue kin home since a lil whippersnapper, and accident

boot tappin), when me note holler than garden variety leprechaun, advertisement tuff hind miss elf, no major ailment -

good red ants tomb ma late mum, which fair re: creatures, no argument booth us, iz moar rare than finding far leaf clover, and eek will coz fur astonishment

eef hoodlum (caw zing bedlam) sought atonement

Yukon bull heave or no, how life on the lamb

as a Dublin street urchin met belligerent

scruffy geezers old looking and bent

till kind ole soul named C. Clement

took yaws truly as apprenticed Baron without complaint,

though kept ma lidded concealment

secret til search abandoned confident

gnome hissing pipsqueak, would be sorely missed giving fresh start with help to coinvent patois, and be comb real estate magnet

ne'er no wing want oof basic needs - yea content

in due time making pile moan hee tall as Taj Mahal

kicking back during Lent gerrymandering convalescent

old age spinning yarns for modest copayment total tubular tales with nary a Harris Boss Tweed stitch of truth.

[jensynanpto]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Christian Siriano gray & black tweed peep toe slip on high heels size 7.

[nurtelo]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Bruno Magli Women's Size 10B Parma Peep Toe Leather Slip On Flats Shoes Reg $200.

[tweetracer]

In regards to Allan requests.....can i request a little something for Reader!Doll (Ken or Barbie idc) x Allan meet-cute, or anything regarding love at first sight? Thanks!!!

✨Doll!Reader x Allan✨

💖 Every day in Barbieland is perfect but today is the most perfect of perfect days because today you arrive at Barbieland! You’re one of a kind, brand new, first of your name (and with the way you were selling off the shelves you won’t be the last!) and the Barbies knew immediately that they absolutely had to throw a super awesome blowout party with a bespoke song and completely original dance choreography.

💖 It was exciting! And… maybe a little overwhelming. Your line of Dream House (“Dream Living Apartment by Mattel”) had yet to leave the assembly line so Physicist Barbie was letting you have a sleepover at her place in the interim which was so sweet of her.

💖 The two of you were putting on the final touches of your outfits for the evening (with her complimenting your hair and you praising the flattering pantsuit she’d chosen for the night) before heading to President Barbie’s Dream House where the event would be hosted with you arriving as the guest of honor.

💖 “Ohmigosh! I am just so excited for your party tonight!” Physicist Barbie reached over to grab your hand excitedly, bouncing it a few times as you let out a laugh at just how happy she was. Everything really was perfect in Barbieland, wasn’t it? “It’s not my party, Barbie! It’s President Barbie’s party!” You amended with a bashful smile.

💖 “It’s a party for you though! Your first real night in Barbieland! Ah!!!” She cheered again, waving her hands about with a huge grin as her Dream Car turned itself down the street and began to slow to stop in front of the impressive bright pink building overhead. You could only smile and laugh, somewhat embarrassed by just how nice everyone is!

💖 Carpark Ken graciously escorted you from the vehicle as you followed Physicist Barbie up the regal stairs where a set of massive pink mansion doors opened up to a huge entryway- a wall of PinkSynthFunkBubblePop music hitting your ears in a way that would have been overwhelming if you were anywhere but Barbieland.

💖 The entire party was a blur; you were swarmed by Barbies- all asking you about yourself and what you do and how much you must already love it in Barbieland and Kens who wanted to show off with the cleverly choreographed dance breaks worked into the song.

💖 It would have been exhausting but you were in Barbieland! Barbieland wasn’t exhausting!…… right? You smiled and waved goodbye to another Barbie who’d come to welcome you (her Ken right on her heels- looking like she’d hung the plastic moon in the midnight blue backdrop of a sky). You couldn’t help but feel some weird twist in your chest and, had you been anywhere but Barbieland, you would’ve sighed.

💖 You obviously didn’t have a Ken- you weren’t a Barbie, after all (something you’d had to politely remind a few Kens when they referred to you as one) so why would you have a Ken? You took another pretend-sip of the imaginary sparkling cider when Doctor Barbie spun your way- her beautiful red hair billowing out behind her as she handed you a pair of roller skates.

💖 “Come on! You’ve gotta join in the next dance- we’re doing a Starlight Express inspired Jubilee-Groove Pop number in your honor!” She extended her hand to you and you took it without a second thought despite that same little twinging feeling you felt earlier. “Thanks, Barbie!” You called out, doing a little spin that (with the help of some Barbieland magic!) resulted in you coming to a smooth stop on your roller skates!

💖 “Wow, Barbie you look so rockin’ in those skates!” Came the cheerful caw of nearby Roadie Ken decked out in a glittery denim vest with slicked back hair. “Oh my GOSH, Ken! They’re not a Barbie!” Doctor Barbie scolded even as you waved his words away with a bashful smile. “Oh…! Well you look TOTALLY ROCKIN’, Ken!” He went in for a fist bump only for Doctor Barbie to roll her eyes and grab your hand, skating towards the dance stage. “They’re not a Ken either, duhh” Barbie groaned. Roadie Ken apologized profusely (clearly confused) but was cut off at the Jubilee-Groove Pop song started up, music loud and cheerful and just so Barbie.

💖 The choreography began and you moved through it automatically- like your body knew how to do each move without you putting an effort behind it. You smiled and moved along to the music- ignoring the Totally Nonexistent Part of you that felt like this wasn’t… your scene.

💖 You spun on your wheels in a beautiful pirouette before a Ken wheeled up, taking your hand in his and following in the choreography with a big grin. He opened his mouth to say something before you felt your body whirl in another direction without your consent. The choreography sending you from partner to partner- the Kens a blur of big white shiny smiles and the Barbies each a beautiful, capable individual but none of them were the right dance partner it seemed.

💖 Your body moved on its own, switching partners with elegant dance moves that timed perfectly with the rising music. Right as the pop music swelled you closed your eyes; letting your body move on its own. You felt your body grab a hand- a new partner, your eyes opened right as the music came to a head.

💖 He was… cute. With big doe eyes and deep red hair that framed a sweet face he was… different? He followed your movements just as easily as you slipped into each other’s orbit perfectly.

💖 “You aren’t a Ken!?” You blurted out, surprised even as you spun into into his arms on one roller skate. He laughed, pretty porcelain cheeks turning a shade of pink. “Oh! No, I’m Ken’s buddy, Allan. All his clothes fit me. Are you the new Barbie?” He asked, lifting you up as the two of you stood in the middle of the dance floor- the rest of the couples moving in a perfect circle around the two of you.

💖 “They’re not a Barbie~” came the singsong voice of a dancer spinning by.

💖 “O-Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t mean!” Allan started but you waved him off with an embarrassed grin, unable to tear your eyes away from his as the lights and music seemed to float and glitter around you. “Don’t worry about it” you said gently, surprised by how breathless you sounded despite not needing to breathe.

💖 The two of you seemed to be locked in this moment together- unable to tear your eyes apart as the two of you smiled bashfully. That weird feeling you had earlier- the one that said this wasn’t your scene, the one that felt like the music was loud- the one that wanted to sigh in Barbieland seemed to dissipate as the music finished.

💖 You introduced yourself politely, still smiling as you admired the way his eyes lit up at your name. “It’s very nice to meet you, Allan.” You said, knowing you probably looked silly with how big of a grin was on your face. But it couldn’t have been that silly because his smile mirrored yours and it looked so charming on him.

💖 “So would you like to-” Allan started only to get cut off as a new song came to life, dancers rushing the floor. “WhoAH!” Allan yelped as Model Ken whipped past him, sending the redhead tumbling forwards. Without thinking you reached out, catching him without hesitation and wrapping your arms around him with a surprised gasp.

💖 You stared deeply into his eyes from where you held onto him- blinking a few times at how close the two of you were. Something in your brain told you to press forwards- you don’t know why but you just needed to press your lips against his and-

💖 “Hey! Nobel Prize Winning Journalist Barbie invited you to the after party at her place! Let’s go!” The two of you jumped apart as Doctor Barbie approached you with a big smile, immediately grabbing your hand and wheeling you in a new direction. You were stunned, almost starstruck from the handsome doll you’d just been pulled away from.

💖 You hardly noticed Doctor’s Barbie’s words but nodded along, unable to stop yourself from glancing over your shoulder at Allan, who still stood looking just as spellbound as you felt. Your eyes met through the crowd and shared a shy smile, you lifted a hand to wave goodbye at him and he did the same.

💖 Something deep inside you stirred, making your face warm and your steps feel light. You think you were going to really really like living in Barbieland.

💖 (Somewhere in the RealWorld, a little girl sat in the backseat of a car with her brand new doll and the Allan her mother had managed to find on the back of the shelf of a Goodwill last Christmas; baffled that the discontinued toy had been for sale. “Honey? Honey- don’t smush their faces together like that, remember? You have to be careful! There’s only one Allan.”)

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