#also happy OFFICIAL barbie day

[la-llama-sims]

𝟛𝟙 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕖- 𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕊𝕡𝕪

This Barbie is on a mission to steal your heart and look good while doing it!

[acozysoulwrites]

✮ Dating Ken Headcanons (bc i adore him) ✮

I watched the Barbie movie and i am in love with Ryan’s Ken… sooo here we are

✮ You met Ken at one of Barbie’s parties.

✮ He was slumped over in the corner of the room, his head resting in his hand with a pouty frown.

✮ “What’s wrong?” you asked, nearing him.

✮ He had never seen you before. You were a new Barbie, you wrote poetry, Writer Barbie is what people knew you as.

✮ “Oh you know, doin what i do best” he says unenthusiastically

✮ You frowned and looked around him… he was doing… nothing?

✮ “And that is…?”

✮ This made Ken glance up at you and when he did, his face quickly turned from solemn to shocked.

✮ After that night, the two of you started hanging out way more.

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✮ Soon you two made it official and threw a party at your dream house to announce it to the other Barbies and Kens

✮ Dating Ken was wonderful. He was this ball of happiness and energy that kept you on your toes.

✮ He often followed you around throughout the day.

✮ When you asked him to move in with you, he cried.

✮ “No freakin way” he said through teary eyes. “This is like… so cool” he said with a glossy eyed smile.

✮ He does face masks with you, and usually gets more enjoyment out of it than you.

✮ You write poems about him, which he also cries over.

✮ He was the first to say “I love you”.

✮ This was said at the beach, while he sang a song and played his guitar for you.

✮ You go on dinner dates all the time, he takes you to the nicest places.

✮ When he is sick, he clings to you, not letting you leave his side. You don’t mind it.

✮ He cried when you two watched the notebook together.

✮ He also cries during most Disney films.

✮ (He cries a lot)

✮ He is the best at cuddling, literally like a single hug from him is enough to soothe all your worries.

✮ 100% male-wife. He lets you pick his outfits out if you want, and he cooks breakfast for you, cleans your dream house while you write, he’s really the whole package.

if you want more Ken, interact with this somehow! i am also taking requests!

[blkkizzat]

WFH!Nanami

Work From Home Nanami = best house husband

a/n: lol this is nanami brainrot while I wait for my Toji fic to get beta'd so I know how dog it is. ETA: FYI, this is a semi-repost of a self-ship collab with a now deactivated account. I repurposed my selfship part to reader and expanded to WFH. cw: smut (pussy pounding, gagging on CAWK) fluff, nanami being the perf husband and male specimen per usual wc: 1.6k

WFH!Nanami doesn’t have to worry about waking up early to go into the office but he still rises with the sun to get his day started and do his favorite thing, which is to spoil you. Waking you up with gentle kisses, placing a hot espresso by the bedside and being your personal snooze button when you tell him 5 more minutes (he is so punctual it will be 5 mins on the dot). 

You will still likely end up strolling into the office late regardless though because knowing you, you can’t start your day until you’re squirting all over daddy. But this is Nanami, he is nothing if not efficient so your early morning romp is definitely in the shower where he can clean you up after in order to get you out of the door sooner, your breakfast is already packed to-go. 

WFH!Nanami love language is acts of service. You never stress about what to do for lunch either because there’s always a Michelin star worthy bento waiting for you next to your keys before you leave for the day. 

In fact, what Nanami doesn’t know is that his bento is famous not only around your office, as your envious coworkers gather round to see what your perfect husband has prepared for you today, but also on TikTok. The ‘KentosBentos’ TikTok account you made has over 350K followers who not only watch for the mouth watering yet nutritious bentos but to also hear you gush over the cute little notes your hubby leaves for you. 

Your top video has over 2.5 million likes and thousands of swooning women in the comments when WFH!Nanami made you an extra special lobster bento for your birthday and left you the note: ‘In all the world there is no love for me if I don’t have yours. Happy Birthday to my lovely wife, whose smile shines bigger and all the more brighter than the sun, moon and stars.’ 

Continuing with acts of service WFH!Nanami always has an equally delicious dinner ready for you when you get home. On days you work overtime and arrive home late, there's always a warm bubble bath waiting for you first. You love to rest with your back laid against Nanami’s utterly ripped torso in the tub while his thick arms envelope you. Relaxing into the safety of WFH!Nanami’s hold, your doting hubby kisses your temple and gives your keyboard fatigued hands a delicate massage. Nanami is nothing but a patient yet active listener while you recount your stressful day at work.

On days when you both get the opportunity to work from home you email WFH!Nanami a meeting invite to block off his calendar for 30 min during lunch. The invite is always titled ‘Ken and Barbie’s Lunch Meeting’. The location? ‘Pound Town’ The time? Noon, sharp!

Of course WFH!Nanami never actually schedules it on his work calendar lest his boss sees the meeting. (Gojo would never let him hear the end of it). As a result, since he never actually has the time officially blocked off, on some rare occasions he does actually get booked for a real lunch meeting at Noon that he cannot reschedule. 

Meeting or no meeting though you are determined to keep your lunchtime dick appointment with WFH!Nanami. A noon dicking is a noon dicking and it’s a non-negotiable for you as you don’t often get to stay home from work! 

WFH!Nanami is focused and poised during his camera-on meetings with his team. Therefore he doesn’t hear you open his office door. Nor does he see you as you drop to the floor with feline grace, hips swaying seductively as you crawl right under his desk. In fact, Nanami does not notice you at all until your soft hands grip his thick powerful thighs and you’re sliding your body up between his legs. Never faltering on-camera, WFH!Nanami’s stiffened jaw and tensed shoulders are the only tell-signs of you palming his rapidly hardening cock under the desk.

WFH!Nanami who tests the absolute limits of the stress ball he keeps handy (usually for tough negotiations) when he feels you press your hot mouth on the fabric covering his dick. You know your stoic husband won't ever outwardly falter when on the clock but you know inside he is a mess. That much is clear to you by the girth bulge straining against his tan fitted slacks.  

WFH!Nanami who knows you are upset about him working through your ‘lunch meeting’, but wishes you wouldn’t torture him like this while he’s on the clock. He can tell you are enjoying yourself though as your sinful little tongue drags tiny kitten licks over the hard bulge in his pants. Soon though you are pawing at his zipper and pulling his girthy cock free through the hole, not even bothering to undo his belt. Taking him fully into your mouth, WFH!Nanami bites his inner cheek, when his boss Gojo makes a comment on how he looks more tense than usual when he should be thrilled after closing the biggest deal of the year. 

WFH!Nanami who takes a long moment to deeply clear his throat before he calmly relays to Gojo that he is very pleased with the win but already thinking of the next big acquisition for their company. Yet Nanami’s voice hitches ever so slightly when your pink stiletto nails dig into his muscular thighs. It fools the rest of the team but Gojo merely raises a brow before cheerily moving on to the next subject. 

WFH!Nanami spares a look downward at you once the work conversation has shifted to see you gazing up at his mouth full of his cock. You wear an angelic look as if he can’t tell the hand that left his thigh and is now slotted between your own isn’t furiously rubbing at your clit. He knows you are pleased at finally drawing a reaction, even a small one, from him while on the clock.

WFH!Nanami whose eyes twitch when he’s closing the call he sees his boss Gojo’s knowing smile and hears the start of the question, “So Nanamin… is Y/N, working from home to–”

WFH!Nanami doesn’t stay to hear the end of the question, quickly exiting the call and ignoring the message pings full of raunchy emojis he receives from Gojo. 

WFH!Nanamiwho is still seated grabs you by your hair and ruthlessly face fucks you as soon as his camera turns off. He forces you swallow all eight and a half inches of him as you gag and slobber around his girth. Your jaw begins to ache but your eyes still roll back into your head with pleasure and you go limp in his grasp. You are willingly allowing your loving husband to turn your throat into his personal cocksleeve as you rub your cunt up against his leg, so close to cumming from the chafing of his slacks against your cunt.

Frustrated and annoyed it isn’t long before WFH!Nanami cums himself. His leg you are riding jerks up into you giving you the extra push you need as you moan around his cock and cream on his leg leaving a wet spot. WFH!Nanami has you choking down his thick seed. His cum and your drool dribble down the sides of your face when he finally slides out of the warm cavern of your throat cunny, leaving you panting as you try to catch your breath.

WFH!Nanami wordlessly wipes your face with the tissues he keeps on his desk and promptly ushers you out of this office, locking the door behind you. You aren’t upset though as you know what's in store for you once his work day is over. The locked door is more to keep him IN, than keep you OUT. Nanami would have to take the rest of the day off if he were to properly discipline you now. You being forced to wait and wonder how long he would take to finish his work was part of the punishment anyway.

You know WFH!Nanami is ready to administer your punishment once he calls you out by your FULL government name “Y/N Nanami!” Tonight is different and there is no dinner nor warm bath for you. Just a tired Nanami, weary of his bosses teasing and ready to take out all his frustrations on his wife’s naughty little cunt. 

Your cunt in question nearly starts voguing in anticipation as heat pools between your legs once you are called into the bedroom. You already know what time it is once you see WFH!Nanami loosen his tie and take off his belt slowly while sternly saying your name once more.

The belt and tie? 

Oh, the belt is used to tie your arms behind you and the tie is now a gag, for having such a filthy cock-loving little mouth he will tell you. It’s not long after that until you are face down, ass up getting pounded into the mattress as WFH!Nanami nearly cracks the headboard with the force he is using to thrust into you. Your cries of “K-Kento!” are muffled into the makeshift gag when a firm slap causes your ass to ripple more aggressively against his pelvis. 

Nanami growls deeply into your ear.

“Welcome to Pound Town, Barbie.”

Any muffled cries for mercy fall on deaf ears as WFH!Nanami is too focused on his retribution for your earlier antics as he continues to wreck your pussy from behind. His heavy balls smack against your clit and your sloppy cunt echos vulgar squelches that bounce off your bedroom walls and erotically ring in your ears. The hand pressing your head further into the pillow beneath you is the same hand Nanami wears his wedding band on. It glimmers brightly even in the dimly lit room.

WFH!Nanami loves seeing his ring and remembering his vows in the moment. 💖

©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or graphics, do not translate.

a/n: Nanami brainrot overload (i wfh! lord god when is it my turn, bring me a nanami i BEG) and day 18 without adhd meds lol, finally finished something though. Nerd!Geto and The Nursery ft. Toji is soon I promise!

reblog to get your on WFH!Nanami but comments and likes are always appreciated!

[sexilene]

https://www.tumblr.com/sexilene/759818777216024576/can-i-request-a-boynextdoorjj-x

thinking so so many thoughts!!! I love this so much!! I need to know how and what went down when jj showed reader how to touch herself!! I feel like she’s very innocent and jj of course is a dirty boy!

OMG yessss! boynextdoor!jj x girlnextdoor!reader thought ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (ignore the spelling mistakes sorry lol!!)

your next-door neighbor, the sweet golden retriever of a boy was an absolute chaos demon, and always horny…of course you knew this… but you were surprised when jj had promised not to try anything funny until you were ready, and you two weren’t even official yet!! but of course, you two would do the safe, usual, kissing while grinding and such- but there got to a point where the second he climbs through your window you just want to jump on him and have him help you with the ache between your legs!!

you were thinking about it all day, from the moment you woke up…to now where jj is sitting on the carpet on the floor next to you, “helping” you color a barbie coloring book all messily. you finally smacked your glossy lips together and turned to tell him about what you would like to do…

“jaaaayjay?”

“what’s up babycakes,” jj responds, not looking up from the page he was currently coloring in,

“i have a secret to tell you- and you have to promise not to laugh at me!” your words cause his eyebrows to shoot up, curiosity spiking. he looked up from the coloring book and nodded his head, “hit me.”

“sometimes, when i think of you…i think thoughts…” you speak slowly, dragging out the words, trying to find a way to say it without it sounding too dirty!

“what kinda thoughts?” jj tilts his head, a small smirk growing on his lips and he thinks he knows where this is going….

“like thoughts that make my…you know what get all fluttery and sticky…” jj thinks it's cute how shy you get when it comes to doing stuff like this with him, and he’s more than happy to help you out.

“s’that so? y’know i’m pretty skilled in helping relive that feeling,”

“you are?”

“ohhh yeah, can help you out if you want…no pressure of course but uh- i’ll be here coachin’ you every step of the way.” he stands up and offers you a hand to get you up off the floor as well.

“yes please, not full on sex though right?” your smile also starts to appear, heart beating fast at the thought of doing something so naughty with the boy you have the biggest crush on!

“nah s’perfectly safe, alright you have to take your shorts off for this baby-” jj begins to slide down your pink polka dot cotton sleep shorts and guides you over to your bed. jj takes a seat back against your pillows, he pants the spot between his legs gesturing for you to sit in front of him, back against his chest. “c’mere sit, m’gonna be gentle i promise,”

you sit where he’s telling you- but before you make yourself really comfortable you pick up one of your stuffed animals and whine “wait, don’t want them to look!” jj then licks his teeth before picking up all your little stuffies and practically throwing them under the bed.

“careful please!” you chide- pouting slightly,

“m’just putting these guys under the bed for now, little vacation time for em’ right?” he smiles innocently.

“ohh-ho soaked through your panties honeybunny!” jj laughs- but not in mockery- in complete awe of how bad you soaked through the cotton of your pretty panties, he smooths over the patch of wetness with the pads of his two rough fingers, making you whine and squirm in his hold. “jaaay, please!”

“im getting there hold your horses…” he tuts, you can feel his head shake in faux disapproval from behind you before he begins to slowly press down on your clothed clit and rub. “alright, watch what i’m doing- see just where you feel sensitive, ruuuub it nice n’ slow.”

“mmmphm!” you unintentionally lift your hips so towards his fingers to somehow try and get more friction, more pressure to- “yuuup, now you try.” jj interrupts your hazy thoughts, grabbing your wrist to lead you in rubbing your clit.

and once you begin, under his instruction, you bite your lower lip and apply bits of pressure while you touch yourself. “feels really nice!…”

“want me to keep going?” he whispers,

“yes please!” ”okay now watch angel, move those cute panties to the side n’ then- i’m just gonna use one finger.” jj carefully and ever so gently moves your panties to the side to get access to your dripping hole. then when finally starts to dip his finger in to start, you feel the stretch- slight but still present. “ohmygod!” you gasp, his finger curling up to find your g-spot, you quickly cover your mouth with your hand to keep you from yelling out again.

“s’just one! then move it iiiiin and ouuut-” he reassures you, “feelin’ okay?” and all you can do is nod, hand still covering your mouth. your little noises bouncing off the walls of your bedroom, his whispered praises, the ‘shlick-shlick’ sound your pussy makes with each in-and-out motion of his fingers….“hear that? little pussy makin’ sounds cause she’s all wet-” jj coos, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“can you do another finger pretty please jay?”

“sure can…moving in and out easy breezy baby- and then see with your other hand you keep rubbing on your clit.” he nods his head in approval though he knows you can’t see him, trying to get you closer to your first orgasm.

“i feel like im going on a rollercoaster!” you squeal, your two little fingers focused on rubbing your clit as he showed you while he curls up two of his thick fingers into your warm heat- over and over. “yeah? shit your cummin’ already…squeezing my fingers so tight,” he smiles upon hearing your little moans and feeling how tight your pussy is clamping down on his digits.

“jay!! mphph!” you scream out, his free hand coming up quickly to cover your mouth and muffle your moans as you cum down hard on his fingers. “shhhh sh sh, came down real haaard chickie, atta girl.” he licks his lip and continues to slowly thrust his fingers in and out before he slowly slips his fingers out of your cunt.

“feel like my pussy has a heartbeat…” you breathe out, trying to turn your head to look up at him, trying to re-ground yourself.

“she’s all sensitive-” he smiles down at you, re-adjusting your panties as they were. and all you do is look at him in admiration, feeling so lucky to have him here with you and what kind of a friend would you be if you didn’t help him feel as good too? a small slime graces your face when you get up to crawl away from him and turn to face him.

“thank you for helping me jj, you're always so nice and gentle- i wish there was something i could do to help you…”

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

[twottie-m8]

@joukaiweek 2024 Day 4 || Flight

New au because I'm sick and twisted and can't stop making them fall in love again and again

Will I dabble in this au after ship week? Highly unlikely, HOWEVER, it will lurk in my brain to play with like Barbie dolls. Sorry, you guys don't have tickets to my mental movie theater :(

Hence, I welcome yall to play around with it yourselves if you so wish! Feel free to brain dump on this post or in my ask box (whichever you feel more comfortable with) as I'd be happy to hear your takes on it ^u^)/

Here's what I've got for any crumbs of lore:

Uhhh I guess if I had to put a label on it I'd call it some kinda science vs mythos au ????

Basically, Dr. Kaiba (cause he's a scientist with a doctorate, smart boy) works at a highly classified facility (think like SCP) and finds himself assigned to a relatively new and infamous subject (it's Wheeler). The subject is tied to all kinds of rumors, which gained it quite a scary reputation, much to Kaiba's dismay. Unexpectedly, when Kaiba turns up to the job, he finds that the subject is nothing like the rumors. It even calls itself by a name: Joey.

The general idea would be a sort of freedom vs captivity struggle. Kaiba and Joey would have very conflicting perspectives, Joey feeling as though he's just here temporarily to help out and learn about the world (loosely calling himself a diplomat, albeit his trip is not official) meanwhile Kaiba fully acknowledges him as a lab subject to study that has no means of escape.

I also like the idea of Joey falling first, but Kaiba falling harder :3c

[zebracorn-chan]

Now that's Miku Day I feel like I can say this: I'm happy people stopped thinking what Miku can and can't be because of her canon info, and on the contrary realized she can be anything you and others want her to be.

Project Sekai was probably the first "in-your-face" example, as there are present multiple Miku who have different looks and personality.

Another great example of this is Deco*27, not just because Miku has a different look in any of his songs, but also because he created comics where all his Miku interact with each other as separated characters, made two versions of his Miku 3D model and his song Manequin literally showcase what Miku is, an empty vessel everyone can interpret as they want.

And how can we forget the Project VOLTAGE, the official crossover between Miku and Pokémon where all the 18 types got their own Miku who is completely unique and unrelated to the others.

Yes guys what I'm saying is that Miku is Barbie:

Pointless to say this applies to any Vocaloid and other voice synthesizer character, hope this helps.

This is all for now, have a nice rest of your day/night and remember to stay hydrated! 🦓🦄💖💫✨

[luckybitchsstuff]

I will give you a little baby goat emoji if you write something for ChrisMD, I will infact pay upfront 🐐.

The special day - ChrisMD x F Reader

Insta au

Pairing - ChrisMD x female reader

Warnings - NONEE!!!!!

Ahahahah thanks I’ve been wanting to write for him but unsure of what to write but enjoyyyy

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ChrisMD Most amazing day 🤍

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ChrisMD she keeps watching Barbie and crying 😭

Randolph normal pregnancy things mate don’t worry

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Sorry this took so long and hope you guys liked it also I’m gonna make a masterlist so if you wanna read more it will be linked on the pinned post on my account

Love you all thank youuuu

[faerieroyal]

Hey!! May I suggest/request some headcanons of what Ken (Ryan Gosling) dating a zookeeper Barbie would include, please? Thank you!!

ooooh, yay, a request for ken, i was honestly worried i wasn’t gonna get any for him !! thank you so much, dear anon, and i really hope you like these headcanons !! <3

✩⡱ headcanons: ken (ryan gosling) x gn!zookeeper barbie!reader

(note: i am aware that technically all the barbies are ladies, but in the interest of inclusion i am keeping this gender-neutral - hope you don’t mind!!)

— in a world like barbieland, where so much is the same - the days, the weather, the outfits, the words exchanged between those who live here - you are a notable outlier.

— rather than spend your days at the beach or cruising around the pristine streets of barbieland like your barbie counterparts, you are more than content to spend all your time in barbieland's only zoo, where you work, among the animals. rather than perfectly fitting clothes in pastel colors, your wardrobe consists of a standard zookeeper uniform, beige and khaki and shorts and t-shirts, the type of clothing always ready to be stained with dirt and animal saliva even if they somehow never are.

— you're also a bit different from the other barbies, and even the kens, in terms of personality. you much prefer the company of animals, and after spending so long among them (although curiously, it has never felt like that long), you're left in a place of often not knowing how to socialize with people. the other barbies and kens are all very nice to you when they come to visit the zoo or see you in public, of course - you're not sure any of them know how not to be nice - but the fact remains: you are quiet and relatively isolated, not peppy and social like every other barbie seems to be.

— which is, perhaps, exactly what allows this particular ken to notice you.

— the two of you know each other, of course, everybody knows everybody in barbieland, but you don't have an official conversation until one day when the other barbies finally convince you to come to the beach with them.

— you’re feeling intensely awkward when you first arrive with them, an unusual sight at the beach standing there in a borrowed swimsuit, and that’s when ken first sees you.

— he originally comes up just to talk to classic barbie, but of course take a moment to say hello to all the other barbies standing with her, and it’s then that he notices you, standing there between physicist barbie and president barbie and clearly trying hard to hide how nervous you are. he doesn’t recall ever having seen you before, and given that a new barbie hasn’t appeared in barbieland in a really long time and he definitely would have known if it had happened, he’s immediately interested in who you are and what you must have been doing in order for him to have never met you before now.

— you’re the last barbie he greets, and when he hits you with his classic “hi, barbie!” and dazzling smile, all you find yourself really able to do is smile and awkwardly wave back, feeling like your face is on fire. of course, this only draws ken in more (he’s as curious as a puppy), and so he asks if you want to share a towel with him so that he can get to know you better!

— you’re a little nervous about the other barbies getting upset if you leave them, but they’re all smiles, encouraging you to go and have fun with ken if you want to (and in fact, classic barbie might even give you an extra little push towards him, happy that ken might finally have someone else to have a crush on since she doesn’t return his feelings), so you agree to the towel-sharing, face getting even hotter at how utterly excited ken looks about it.

— the two of you wind up talking for almost two hours, with ken wanting to know everything about you and asking a million questions about your animals and even promising to come to the zoo as soon as possible. he’s so invested in talking to you that even when beach ken taunts him and tries to challenge him to a volleyball match, he doesn’t accept like he normally would - which is how the other barbies realize that in such a short time, he’s already starting to develop a crush on you. (the kens, bless their hearts, take a little longer to pick up on it, but when allan lets them know they very quickly realize how obvious it is.)

— the two of you continue talking and hanging out for a few weeks, during which you even give ken a private tour of the whole zoo and allow him to help you feed the animals, which you’ve never done for anyone before. you’re not quite sure why you offer to let him help you at first, but it’s afterwards that you realize: ken’s special to you. you like him, in the way he used to like classic barbie. in a dating way.

— (even if he does keep mixing up which feeds are meant for which animals and almost gave your zebras the steaks meant for the lions. but you kind of like that he’s a little hopeless, if you’re being honest; it’s ridiculously endearing.)

— it’s about two months, while the two of you are dancing at the first party at classic barbie’s dreamhouse that you’ve ever been to, that ken eagerly asks if he can be your boyfriend. for a moment, you’re frozen in surprise - you ever actually thought he returned your feelings, even though it’s rather obvious as you actually look back - but you quickly beam back at him and, under the pink glow of the dreamhouse’s lights, give this sweet man the only answer you could ever give.

— “of course, ken. i’d love for you to be my boyfriend.”

— and as nervous as you are for the first few weeks after that, it turns out to be amazing. there isn’t even a lot of change from when the two of you were friends; you still spend the majority of your time together, and ken still follows you around like a puppy dog, always telling you about how cool he thinks you are and doing his best to help you take care of your animals (which, again, makes you feel a little bit silly for not realizing he liked you back sooner).

— one of the only differences is that now, you feel a lot less nervous about showering ken with as many compliments as he gives you; barely an hour goes by without the two of you telling each other how beautiful and amazing you find the other person. (the other barbies, for the record, find this absolutely adorable and can never keep from constantly “awww”ing when the two of you hang out with them.)

— another difference, and possibly the best one of all, is that you actually get to kiss him. your kisses normally aren’t very long, just sweet little pecks on the lips - or a flurry of little kisses all over your face when ken gets in a silly mood - but they’re always incredibly nice and leave both of you grinning from ear to ear when you pull away.

— your animals warm up to ken a lot more once the two of you start dating, too. they weren’t always the friendliest to him before, both since they’re protective of you and because he isn’t the best at caring for them, but once they realize that ken really cares about you and isn’t going to do you or them any harm, they become a lot warmer, making happy noises when he approaches and bumping their heads into his hand to demand pets even when he messes up their feeding yet again. (he even strikes up something of a friendship with amelia, one of your lionesses, and you’ve often found him just sitting in her enclosure, having a lively one-sided conversation while she rests her large head in his lap.)

— of course, the other barbies and kens (as well as allan) are very supportive of your relationship - even beach ken, as reluctant as he is to think positively of his rival, can acknowledge that you’re adorable together.

— classic barbie tells you as much one sunny day on the beach, almost exactly like the one where you and ken first met - except that this time, you’re sitting there confidently in your own swimsuit, one that you bought after ken noticed it and declared that he thought you’d look amazing in it, as you lounge on a beach chair with the other barbies and watch the kens square off against each other at the volleyball nets.

— “you know, barbie, you and ken really do make an amazing couple. i’m super happy for you guys; just because i didn’t like him as a boyfriend doesn’t mean he shouldn’t ever get to be anyone’s boyfriend, so i’m really glad he’s yours.”

— and you look over at ken, your ken, as he successfully keeps beach ken from scoring and immediately looks back at you with a big smile to see if you noticed, and you smile as bright as barbieland’s ever-shining sun.

— “me too, barbie. me too.”

barbie (2023) taglist: empty for now !

general taglist: @maddipoof, @thatmagickjuju, @talkingturnedtoscreamss, @malafvma, @auxiliarydetective, @heliads, @oneirataxia-girl !

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[koizumicchi]

requested aizou & yuujirou's names to be engraved on my ring (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)♡

the 'anneliese' ring from quielle's barbie collection. my birthday day gift for myself this year.. received it today, and and and it's so pretty, i love it so much 😭✨

i reserve the official 💋 ring for special occasions only sgsbshs so i'm gonna wear this one everyday even at work!!

photos grabbed from quielle's insta!! gosh, i feel slightly embarrassed (but also happy!!!) that the one i ordered is featured on their wall ww

[theflirtmeister]

Give me that dad bod adam. Pretty please with a cherry on top

sorry if u wanted porn, instead u got adam reflecting on getting older and being a dad

It takes a good ten minutes before Adam gives up and balls up his skinny jeans, tossing them into the growing pile of clothes to donate. There’s no way in hell that he will ever get back into these, not with all the diets or pound-of-flesh-traps in the world. 

He is officially too old for skinny jeans.

God. When did this happen? It feels like he blinked one day as a scrawny twenty-something, and woke up in an adult body, with wrinkles and hair growing in weird places and a shoulder that hurts in the winter. Who is that man, with laughter lines and eye creases? When did he get here? Adam never thought he’d make it past thirty.

“How is the wardrobe decluttering going?” Lawrence asks from the doorway.

He looks as handsome as ever, with hair slightly grey, which drives Adam completely crazy. Adam doesn’t know how Lawrence’s patients cope, he’d be throwing himself across the room at Dr Gordon, cancer or no cancer.

“I don’t fit into any of my clothes,” Adam says despondently, “I’m going to turn up to the new house in just my underwear.”

Lawrence steps into the room and wraps his arms around Adam, pressing a kiss to his temples. “A very nice image, however.” He says. “I’ll have to buy you a whole new wardrobe.”

“My sugar daddy,” Adam says, batting his eyelashes at Lawrence. “Can I have a pony too?”

“Whatever you want,” Lawrence promises. “I’ll even get you a Malibu Barbie.”

Adam fake gasps in delight, and they both end up snorting with laughter. Adam wriggles out of Lawrence’s grasp to pick up another shirt from the pile and hold it up against himself. It’s black, with a picture of a cat skeleton licking an ice cream that he thinks he may have shoplifted from Hot Topic. He doesn’t even know why he still has it. 

“Too short?” Adam asks, not even bothering to try it on.

“Diana seems to have cultivated a wardrobe entirely of crop tops.” Lawrence says in the voice of a man who has seen his little girl grow up before his eyes. “She’s refusing to get rid of any of them.”

“Are you scarred for life?” Adam teases, throwing the shirt onto the donate pile.

“She wants her belly button pierced.” Lawrence blurts out, sounding horrified. “Alison didn’t even blink when Diana brought it up in front of us - an actual piercing Adam.”

“She has her ears pierced,” Adam shrugs. “And I remember someone enjoying my tongue piercing when I still had it.”

“That’s different, and you know it,” Lawrence says warningly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I don’t want her doing anything like that to her body before she’s eighteen.”

“Why are you such a square?” Adam says, nudging Lawrence’s good leg with his foot. “You’ll just make her rebel and go to some dodgy guy's basement to get it done.”

Lawrence shudders. “Is that how you got your piercings?”

“You going to judge me if I did?” Adam quirks his eyebrow.

“Yes.” Lawrence says firmly, and Adam rolls his eyes.

“You’re such a Dad.” He says, picking up another shirt to try on, this one a baby blue button-up from Target. He thinks he might have bought it for one of Lawrence’s award ceremonies - can definitely remember Lawrence tearing it off him in the cab ride home. 

“Not to burst your bubble,” Lawrence says, watching as Adam pulls off his shirt, exposing the curve of his stomach, the dark hair of his happy trail. Adam feels like he should put on a show, hum some strip-tease music. “But you are also a Dad too.”

“Step Dad.” Adam corrects, then pauses. “Fuck. I’m a stepdad.”

“A handsome one at that,” Lawrence says, not looking at Adam’s face. “Seducing all the parents at school pick up.”

Adam places his hands on his hips and studies Lawrence. Lawrence is tracking Adam’s body with his eyes, carving him up like a piece of meat. It makes the back of Adam’s neck go hot, that they’re still into each other, that they still make each other’s hearts and other organs flutter.

They’re probably going to be fucking in the nursing home, sneaking into each other’s rooms with their Zimmer frames. Diana’s going to have a nightmare on her hands, Adam thinks to himself smugly. Serves her right for all the crop tops and piercings. 

“Parents can’t keep their hands off me,” Adam says, tossing the blue shirt back onto the pile. “Especially this really hot guy, with blonde hair and a prosthetic foot.”

“Oh yeah?” Lawrence says, finally looking up at Adam. “Thinking about having an affair?”

“He has no idea what’s coming to him,” Adam smirks. He steps forward, and Lawrence spreads his legs so that Adam can fit neatly between them. “Think he can handle it?”

“He’s had some practice,” Lawrence says, hooking his thumbs into Adam’s underwear. “Spent most of his forties sleeping with the most gorgeous man in the world.”

“Is that right?” Adam runs his hands through Lawrence’s hair. “Sounds like a good time to me.”

Lawrence tugs Adam closer, pressing a kiss to his stomach. His mouth tickles, making Adam shiver, so Lawrence repeats the actions until Adam is squirming. He might be too old to ever get ID’d again, but he's not so old that he doesn’t turn into a mess when Lawrence touches him. 

“Beautiful,” Lawrence whispers against his skin. “I’m so lucky.”

“Such a fucking idiot,” Adam says fondly, ducking his head down to kiss Lawrence. “God I love you.”

He wants this, forever. He wants to be old with Lawrence, wants to see how life spills out for them. He wants to get fat with Lawrence on good food and wine, and spends hours in bed together, re-acquainting their bodies. He wants to organise their pain medication in one of those fancy boxes that have the days of the week on them, and be lectured by Lawrence when he forgets to take his tablets.

“I love you too,” Lawrence grins, and drags Adam down on top of him, both of them giggling like teenagers.

[taeraeszn]

hi i really enjoy ur writing!! i was wondering if i can request something about being in a situationship with taerae but with a happy ending? thank you !!

the situationship - kim taerae

characters: taerae x gn!reader

description: you and taerae haven't officially declared yourself as a couple, and it's killing you on the inside. it's get even more extreme when someone else comes into the picture.

genre: fluff (tiny bit of angst!)

word count: 1.3K

warnings: hints of suggestiveness (making out/physical touch) but nothing else from what i saw.

a/n: hi luv ty for requesting!! i was actually so excited to do this request when i got it bc i literally have been in a situationship b4 (it's a lot LMAO). this plot came right away to me and i'm so excited to share this with y'all!

also, requests are currently close. but i will be releasing one more quest after this. i am not sure when i'll open them again but my schedule is very packed rn so when i'm finally able to write more, i'll open it! ty for your understanding <3

you and taerae have known each other for what feels like a decade. it all began in high school when you were approached by him, his smile with those dimples made you easily fall for him. not only that but he was incredibly nice and kind to almost everyone. (except to people who hurt you).

and after graduation, your relationship of being best friends shortly switched to become a situationship. honestly you weren't even sure how it began, but after taerae and you wanted to experience a first kiss, you kissed each other. and that's what started all of this. you weren't even sure on what to call each other. a couple? partners? taerae would never give an exact answer to it either which killed you on the inside.

it wasn't uncommon for you two to kiss and cuddle each other. clearly signalling that this was more than just a friendship. there were even times that you made out in his car and had lots of physical touch with his hands all over you.

it came to the point where you were just ready to reveal how you feel about taerae and how much you wanted to get rid of the whole situationship title and just be a couple. but then something else happened that changed everything...

"what?" you said, taerae giggled while looking off in the field that you were both sitting in.

"yeah me and them have been hanging out a lot, i like them a lot. they seem pretty nice and chill." even though he was describing them as just a friend, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy each time he spoke positively about the person.

"oh so...are you meeting up with them again?" he eagerly nodded, "yeah! today actually. they asked if i wanted to go to the movies with them."

your face dropped, "the movies? what are you going to see?" his smile got even wider.

"the barbie movie! i know we were supposed to see it but they really wanted to and were begging me all day to go see it together."

you nodded, trying to make it seem like you were fine. "that sounds great! i'm glad your having fun with them." taerae then got up to leave as you knew he had to go meet up with them.

"right! i'll let you know what i think of it. see ya!" and there he went, running off to the parking lot. as you sat alone, lots of thoughts swirling your brain. the amount of time he's reduced with you to be with them has taken a toll on you. your worries of him not caring about you as much got the best of you.

what's worse is that you actually bought tickets to see that exact movie with him. you were planning on telling him today but it seems that he was already seeing it with them. how great. in the end, you called matthew and asked if he wanted to see it with you and luckily he was thrilled to go.

(next day)

lunch was difficult to endure as taerae began talking nonstop about how much fun he had watching the movie with his friend. you were constantly thinking of how great it would've been if you saw it with him instead.

in an attempt to get him to stop mentioning his friend, you abruptly spoke up.

"well i'm watching it today with matthew!" you smirked. his face dropped as his brows furrowed.

"what? with matthew?" you nodded, "i originally wanted to go see it with you but seeing as you already went with them, i asked matt and he was cool with it!"

you noticed how taerae's facial expression changed drastically compared to his enthusiasm before. if he wanted to go with someone else, you'll do the same back.

"have fun then...do you want me to pick you up?" you shook your head, "it's fine. matthew can drive me." with only five minutes left until your next class begins, you kissed taerae gently on the cheek.

"i'll see you later!" you waved goodbye.

that afternoon, you ended up having a blast with matthew at the movie theatre. you both wore pink clothing and were enjoying every moment of the film. matthew's reaction to every scene made the experience great too.

when the movie finally wrapped up, you walked out and were having a conversation with him about the movie when you noticed taerae's car sitting in the parking lot.

"huh? is that taerae's car?" you pointed at it, matthew also noticed.

"oh..it is. but what is he doing here?" just then taerae emerged from the vehicle and made his way towards the two of you.

"hello my love and matthew. how was the film?" his arms were crossed, you could tell he was trying to look intimidating.

"it was awesome! the soundtrack was so good as well as the storyline. i honestly want to see it again!" matthew nodded in agreement.

"but what are you doing here?" matthew asked. taerae slightly chuckled, "well i was thinking of dropping (name) home."

"oh well i have my car here too!" taerae disregarded matthew's words and held your hand. "it's fine. they were going to stay at my place anyways."

matthew seemed to fall for it and waved goodbye to you, heading to the direction of his car. taerae smirked and guided you to his car, letting you sit at the front with him.

when you two got in, you already felt the tension begin to grow. the last time you were in his car, you were in the backseat making out in a parking lot.

"i thought you knew that matthew was taking me home." you blinked. taerae seemed frustrated with his hand gripping at his hair.

"i did. i just..." he stopped midway and stared directly at you, "let my feeling get the most of me." you were still puzzled.

"what do you-" just then you felt his lips touch yours and he cupped your cheek, you allowed him to do so and kissed back gently. right after he pulled away, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"i realized how you must've felt with me going to watch the movie without you. i'm so sorry for neglecting you these past days, but now i can't do this situationship anymore. i want a real relationship with you, you me as a couple."

your eyes widened and lit up. this was all you wanted to hear for the past few months! it felt so unreal in the moment that you wanted to slap yourself to see if you were dreaming.

"k-kim taerae, are you being serious?" you managed to blurt out. he nodded then pulling you into his arms.

"oh, i am. hundred percent. just say yes so i can finally be yours." he mumbled with his deep voice. your body melted into his touch and at his words.

"yes, yes, yes, yes! i'll be yours!" you exclaimed, kissing him. with his dimples now revealed, he couldn't stop smiling and blushing as he took glances at you. taerae pulled away from the hug to let you sit more comfortably.

"day one?" he put his pinky out. you giggled and intertwined your pinky with his, "day one."

"great now let's home and cuddle, i've been waiting for you all afternoon." he started the car and began driving out of the parking lot with one hand, the other holding onto yours.

you then realized what he just said, "w-what? have you been sitting here ever since i went inside with matthew?!"

"maybe, maybe not." he looked the other way, avoiding eye contact with you. you kissed his hand, "your crazy kim taerae."

"yeah crazy for you." your rolled your eyes, "just take me home so we can cuddle."

"whatever you say, my love."

[creepercraftguy]

Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Voice Actor Headcanons (Teal Mask and Indigo Disk Edition)

So, the version of this post I did for the main game turned out to be one of my all time most popular posts on this platform, and I'm honestly super happy about that. The majority of people seemed to really like the voices that I picked for each of the characters, and there were some fun discussions in the reblogs and comments.

So it was only a matter of time before I got around to doing the DLC characters, and now that Indigo Disc is finally out, better now than never. Pokemon obviously rarely has voice acting in the main series, so this is the next part of the series where I assign English VA's to each of the characters.

Before I get into this, there are a few points I need to reiterate, as I often do with these posts.

This is NOT CANON. These are HEADCANONS and are unofficial. It’s just a hypothetical situation. If the characters were voiced, this is who I imagine would voice them.

Every major character in the DLC is included here, so there are HEAVY SPOILERS for the game’s DLC storylines. DO NOT READ THIS POST IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED THE TEAL MASK OR INDIGO DISC OR DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED.

This VA Headcanons post is SPECIFICALLY for the characters from Pokemon ScarVi's DLC. If you want to see the characters from the main game, the post is here.

As was the case with Nemona and Penny, it's highly likely that the characters will get official English VA's in Pokemon Masters. Remember that this post was constructed prior to this.

So without further ado, I hope you enjoy my ideas. Or don’t. Your choice.

Kieran - JUSTIN BRINER

Also Voiced:

Deku/Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Nico (Nanbaka)

Mikaela Hyakuya (Seraph of the End)

Carmine - ANNE YATCO

Also Voiced:

Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Raiden Shogun (Genshin Impact)

Lola Metrose (The Hidden Dungeon Only I Can Enter)

Briar - EMI LO

Also Voiced:

Ruan Mei (Honkai Star Rail)

Lucy (Cyberpunk Edgerunners)

Rena Ryuugu (Higurashi: When They Cry)

Perrin - ERICA LINDBECK

Also Voiced:

Futaba Sakura (Persona 5)

Kaori Miyazono (Your Lie In April)

Celica (Fire Emblem)

Cyrano - GABE KUNDA

Also Voiced:

Macaron (Hi-Fi Rush)

Rock Lock (My Hero Academia)

Shin Yasuda (Horimiya)

Crispin - RICCO FAJARDO

Also Voiced:

Lemillion/Mirio Togata (My Hero Academia)

Kotaro Tatsumi (Zombie Land Saga)

Itona Horibe (Assassination Classroom)

Amarys - KIRSTEN POTTER

Also Voiced:

Tae Takemi (Persona 5)

Hisame (Naruto)

Naomi Kimishima (Trauma Center)

Lacey - CHRISTINE CABANOS

Also Voiced:

Mako Mankanshoku (Kill La Kill)

Chiaki Nanami (Danganronpa)

Silica (Sword Art Online)

Drayton - ZENO ROBINSON

Also Voiced:

Junpei Iori (Persona 3 ReLoad)

Hawks (My Hero Academia)

Hunter (The Owl House)

Billy - JOSHUA WATERS

Also Voiced:

Kyler (Class of '09)

Inu-Oh (Inu-Oh)

The Quadruplets (Tribe Nine)

O'Nare - KIRSTEN DAY

Also Voiced:

Constance (Fire Emblem Three Houses/Three Hopes)

Skipper (Barbie)

Kibutsuji's Wife (Demon Slayer)

Snacksworth - MIKE POLLOCK

Also Voiced:

Dr. Eggman (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Adon (Berserk)

Professor Ochanomizu (Pluto)

[all-the-things-2020]

Late Night Talking - Chapter Ten

Summary: The aftermath of the movie premiere.

Word Count: 3150+

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of parent death, issues with body image

Tag list: @rhoorl @avastrasposts @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @gwendibleywrites

We slept late the next morning. It was after nine when I crawled out of bed to use the bathroom. Dieter was still passed out cold, lying face down with his face crammed into a pillow, his bare ass poking out from under the covers. I took a look at myself in the mirror and wished I hadn’t. My hair was sticking up in all directions and there were bags under my eyes. It was a far cry from my red carpet look.

I decided to take a shower and start over with my hair, rather than try to tame it the way it was. When I got out, I slipped into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, deciding to forgo a bra, at least for the time being. It was going to be a lazy day, after all.

Dieter was still asleep. I leaned over the bed to cover him up and he grunted. “Why are you so obsessed with my butt?,” he mumbled.

”I’m not obsessed with your butt,” I told him. “I just didn’t want it to catch cold.” I tucked the comforter around him and patted his bottom. “Go back to sleep, Deet. You’ve earned it.”

”What time?”

”Doesn’t matter. Go to sleep.”

He didn’t argue with me. I knew the press junket had been stressful and tiring. He deserved to get some rest. 

I found my purse in the living room and pulled out my phone. I’d managed to remember to turn it off last night, so the battery was still at 65% when I powered it on. All my apps were lit up with notifications, but I went first to my texts. 

SAM: You look GORGEOUS!!!!

ME: Aw, thanks. It’s all thanks to the stylists. Did my hair and makeup and everything. Felt like a giant Barbie doll. LOL

It was close to midday back East, so I knew she was probably at work and wouldn’t respond right away, so I jumped over to Instagram. I followed the studio’s page and I knew they would have posted photos from last night. 

There were several pics from the red carpet, including one of me and Dieter. It was weird seeing myself all glammed up, standing beside him as he posed effortlessly for the camera. I could see that I was a bit stiff and awkward, despite the elegant dress and high heels. Still, I looked nice. Not bad for a first time, I thought. Then I started reading the comments.

She’s OLD.

Come on, girl, at least dye that gray hair. Woof.

Thought Bravo had better taste than that. 

Def a publicity stunt. Prob trying to hide that he’s gay AF.

If they think we’ll fall for that, he needs a new publicist. Lots of actresses they could have hired to help his image. Barf.

I think she looks nice. For a middle aged woman. 

There were positive comments, of course, many of them, but my eye went right to the negative ones. After all, most of the positive comments were simple heart emojis or “they look so cute” or other generic messages. The negative ones were more pointed.

I closed Instagram. Twitter would be even worse — there were so many trolls on there that I hardly ever posted anything anymore. Maybe tumblr would be kinder. I was wrong.

There were several posts under the hashtag “dieter bravo” that displayed one of the Getty photos from the night before and had commentary along the lines of “I’m glad he’s so happy” and “Aww, they made it red carpet official” but there was also lots that claimed to be insanely jealous of me for being beside him.

Oof, not to be that girl, but I could pull off a red carpet look better than that, just saying.

Not sure what he sees in her, but you do you, Dieter.

He looks AMAZING as always. Wish she’d worn something better.

She looks like she doesn’t want to be there. I’m sure it’s overwhelming and all but at least look happy to be next to him. I’d kill to be on the red carpet with him.

Ugh, I hate her, lol. Seriously, does anyone else think he’ll be back on the market soon? She is so not his type. Dieter fucking Bravo is a party boi.

I could feel tears stinging at the back of my eyes. It was silly — I knew they were making the comments out of jealousy or sheer assholery — but it was like being teased or excluded on the playground in elementary school. It still hurt.

Fortunately, my phone pinged with an incoming text.

SAM: Those stylists couldn’t have done it without something amazing to start with — YOU! I am so proud of you, chickie! You rocked that red carpet. And Dieter 🥵Don’t know how you manage to survive around him without spontaneously combusting. Dude is HOT.

ME: You don’t know how badly I needed that, chickie! Been looking at comments on social and people are brutal.

SAM: Fuck them. I’ve been bragging on you all day. Everyone thinks you look fabulous. Trolls gonna troll.

I smiled. Leave it to Sam to cheer me up. Then another text came in, this time from Simone.

SIMONE: Girl! You were on fire 🔥 last night. Your pic is all over campus. Kids are all planning to go see the movie with Miss Emily’s boyfriend this weekend. Eileen had such a sourpuss when I saw her, lol. 

ME: Thanks! Been seeing some haters online so glad the kiddos got my back. And I’m ROTFL over Eileen 🤣

SIMONE: One of my kids was IRATE over some of the stuff people were saying about you. She was going OFF! I didn’t even know she knew where the library was, lol. If a 15yo can see through their b.s., so can you.

“Hey.” Dieter came stumbling out of the bedroom with his hair sticking straight up and one hand in his boxer shorts scratching his ass. If only the fans could see him now!

”Hey yourself,” I said. “You need coffee?”

He nodded as he shuffled toward the kitchen island. “I got it,” he said. “You looking at photos from last night?”

”I was, but people are mean. Then I got a couple of texts that cheered me up.”

”People are fucking assholes online,” he said as he dumped water and coffee grounds into the machine. He slopped water onto the counter but didn’t wipe it up. He was messier than usual when he was only half awake. “First thing Carmen told me when she signed on was never read the comments.”

While the coffee was brewing, he fished his phone out of his pants, which were draped over one of the dining room chairs. He slumped onto a stool at the island and started swiping. “You looked so good last night,” he said. Then he yawned and scratched his head. “Anyone who says different has their head up their own ass or is just jealous. Or both.” 

The scent of coffee wafted through the air and a shaft of sunlight lanced through a gap in the vertical blinds. The kitchen was illuminated with golden light and Dieter’s hair became a halo of fire around his head, just for a second. Who gives a fuck what Prissy McDickface on Instragram thinks? I’m the one here with Dieter, watching him smile at pictures of us while he’s waiting for his coffee. And if Dieter could smile before his first infusion of caffeine of the day, I knew he was truly happy. Because of me.

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

The movie was a hit. It was number one at the box office that weekend, and Dieter spent most of Saturday afternoon fielding phone calls and texts from Carmen and his agent. He looked every inch a Hollywood star as he sat on a lounge chair beside the pool with his Ray-Ban sunglasses on and his phone up to his ear. 

“Yeah, set it up,” he said. “Can’t hurt to meet with them.” He looked at me over the tops of his shades and winked.

”Shit, I can’t believe all this,” he said when he’d hung up. “Carmen has ten journalists lined up to interview me. And half of them are from legit outlets, not just bloggers.” He laughed. “Who knew a twenty minute part would get so much attention?”

We had skimmed some of the reviews online and most of them had been positive. Many of them mentioned Dieter’s performance as one of the highlights of the film; several had used the phrase “Bravo’s back.”  

“And David has two meetings booked with producers this week,” Dieter continued. “I don’t want to get ahead of myself but this might be the thing to get the ball rolling again.”

“I hope so,” I said. I knew that Dieter really wanted to get back to the level he’d enjoyed earlier in his career, where he was taken seriously as an actor. He’d taken just about any part the last few years, just to keep the money flowing but while movies like Cliff Beasts might be popular with fans they weren’t taken seriously by critics. And he admitted he’d been phoning it in before he’d gone to rehab. This film was the first project he’d worked on since and apparently he’s done a very good job. 

“Just don’t get too famous and forget about the little people like me,” I added.

“I will never forget about you,” he said seriously. “And you are definitely not one of the ‘little people’ in my life. You’re huge, baby.”

“Yeah, that’s what some of the trolls online are saying,” I joked.

“Fuck them. I’ve been with skinny women and it’s like hugging a skeleton. You’re real, Em. Nothing fake about you. Which is one of the many, many reasons that I love you.”

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

We had finally finished off the leftover Chinese food, so we decided to go out for dinner Saturday night. Nothing fancy, just a little hole in the wall Mexican place that Dieter was fond of, and not just because the food was good. The owners were very protective of his privacy and didn’t laugh at his clumsy attempts at Spanish. His father’s parents had been born in Ecuador, and he still had some distant cousins in South America, but Dieter and his family had only ever spoke English.

”My dad can get by pretty well,” he’d explained to me once. “He does business with one of his cousins who lives in Buenos Aires, and he sometimes visits his aunt in Santiago, but Freddy and I never learned. Hell, I took French in high school just to fuck with everyone. Freddy took German, of course.”

Although they’d come from Ecuador, Dieter’s grandparents were descended from German and Italian immigrants. “My dad’s grandpa Antonio Bravo married one of the Diefenbach girls,” Dieter had explained. “Huge Romeo and Juliet vibes there. The two families were rivals in the button business.”

My own skill in Spanish was limited to the Spanglish I’d picked up by osmosis from living in Southern California (like Dieter, I’d take French in school, because I thought it sounded fancy). But everyone at Ramon’s was friendly and very patient with our attempts to do more than just ask for what was on the menu.

”Buenos noches,” our waiter said as we sat down at our table, tucked away in the back. ”El jefe said you get free margaritas because the movie is doing so well.”

”Gracias,” said Dieter. “Um, dos platos de empanadas, por favor. Y los margaritas.”

”Muy bien! And my sister in law saw the movie last night. She said tell you she really liked it if I saw you.”

”Tell her thanks, man,” Dieter had exhausted his capacity for Spanish already. He was still running on fumes from the press junket. I could see it in his eyes.

After a delicious dinner of empanadas and enchiladas — not to mention two extremely generous margaritas — we went back to Dieter’s place and collapsed on the couch.

”If I went there too often, I’d gain thirty pounds,” Dieter said, unbuttoning his pants. 

“The food is amazing,” I agreed, glad I was wearing stretchy pants. “You want to put a movie on before we succumb to the food coma?”

”You read my mind.” He grabbed the remote off the coffee table. We were only about twenty minutes into Jurassic Park when I felt his head slump onto my shoulder. He was out. I maneuvered him into a more comfortable position so he wouldn’t wake up with a stiff neck. I never saw the end of the movie. I was tired, too.

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We lay in bed, both of us wide awake at two a.m. after our nap on the couch. “Whatcha thinking about?” Dieter asked, his hand idly playing with my hair.

”Not much. Just feeling cozy. How about you?”

”I’m thinking how I could get used to this,” he said. “Dinner, falling asleep on the couch, lying in bed talking about stuff … I wish you didn’t have to go back home tomorrow.” He kissed my forehead. “You know you can move in any time you want.”

”It’s tempting but it would be a hell of a commute.” 

“Quit your job. Get a new one. There are plenty of schools. You’d still be in the same union, right? Still get your pension?”

I rolled onto my back. “Deet, it’s not that easy. There aren’t all that many school library positions out there and they pay well enough that people don’t leave. Or they’re part-time at elementary schools. And other positions … yeah, I could do other stuff, but your retirement is based off of your final two years salary. If I took a pay cut, I’d get less so I’d have to work longer.”

“Jeez, you sound like my dad and Freddy. ‘Be practical, Deiter. Plan ahead, Dieter. Invest wisely, Dieter’,” he grumbled.

”I have to be,” I said. “I only have myself to rely on. You know my parents didn’t leave me anything.”

Dieter sighed. “You aren’t alone, Em. You have me.”

”For now,” I said. “I want to believe this is forever, Deet, I really do, but I just can’t jump off the cliff yet.” I sat up, hugging my knees. “I know you think I’m being too cautious, and I know it probably hurts you to hear me say stuff like ‘for now’ when you want to hear ‘forever’ but …”

He sat up and put his arm around me. “I get it,” he said quietly. “I get you. And you’re probably right. I’m too much like my mom. I need you to balance me out.”

”You don’t talk about her much,” I prompted. I knew she had passed away not long after he’d won his Oscar, but that was public knowledge.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, I’m still working through some shit in therapy,” he said. “My mom … she was an artist. Painting, sculpture, stuff like that. And that was the love of her life. Art. Creating. And once she created something, she moved on. She wasn’t interested anymore once a piece was done.”

I kissed his shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about her if you don’t want to,” I said. 

“When she and Dad got divorced, she moved to New York City,” he said. “That’s why I went there for college. But about two months after I got there, she moved to Europe. So I went there after I graduated. She was in Italy, so I went to Milan. Then she moved to Madrid, then Stockholm — god, Stockholm was so freaking cold — and then I got tired of following her and came to L.A.” He laid his head on my shoulder. “I was going to visit her in Switzerland after I won the Oscar. She’d actually called me and said she was proud of me. But I had a movie to do first and … it was a car accident in the Alps. She and her latest guy were on their way to Venice and a dude in a Maserati blew a turn and crashed into them.”

”Oh, Deet, I’m so sorry,” My own parents had been ill before they passed, so I’d had some warning, at least. 

He shook his head. “Hey, we’re supposed to be celebrating this weekend, not confessing our darkest moments. So let’s talk about something happy. Like my bank account after the movie earns out and I start getting some checks. We should go somewhere. Romantic getaway.”

”I do have a week off for Thanksgiving,” I said. My aunt always invited me up to her place for Thanksgiving and I always declined and ended up at some friend or co-worker’s Thanksgiving dinner. It was not my favorite holiday.

”Hey, see, making plans for the future.” He nudged me with his shoulder.

”It’s like two months away,” I reminded him. “Not that far in the future.”

”Baby steps, Em. Baby steps.” Then he kissed me and we stopped talking for a while.

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As I was driving home on Sunday afternoon, my phone rang. I usually don't like to use the Bluetooth, because it distracts me from the road, but I recognized the number. It was Sam.

”Hey, Sam, what’s up?” She rarely called; we both preferred to text. Our grown up version of passing notes in class.

“Just checking that you’re still alive after spending three whole days with Dieter,” she said. Her tone was joking, so I knew nothing serious had prompted the call. “Really, I just wanted to hear your voice. I saw the movie and it just doesn’t seem real that you and Dieter are … I mean, it sounds stupid, but I had to make sure you were still you.”

”I get it,” I said. “Hey, I’m on the freeway right now. Can I call you back when I get home? We can have a good talk. I’ll tell you all about the dress and the red carpet and … maybe you can give me some advice?”

”You better not be thinking of breaking up with him, Em. He’s the best thing that’s happened to you in a long time.”

”No, no, kind of the opposite. Shit, use your signal, you asshole! Sorry, some dude in a Tesla just cut me off. I’ve got to hang up. Talk to you when I get home, chickie.”

”Stay safe, chickie.”

I ended the call and tried to concentrate on the traffic. It was an incredibly long and tedious drive to make every day. There was no way I could keep my job and be with Dieter more than just on the weekends. And I would be foolish to quit for a guy I’d only known for a few months. Right? 

I shoved the thought to the back of my mind. Sam would help me figure it all out. She always did. 

[kewpidity]

trying not to give in to despair about politics too much, lemme show you some doll stuff ive been doing

its not much, but ive been trying to tackle small projects i wanna do with my dolls the last few days, like rebodies and redressing ↷↷↷

my tan odile got her body in, as well as the outfit i got for her- i wish i had something with more yellow in it, maybe something a little brighter, but this is the Vibe i was going for for now (not the silver rings tho, the doll i got to rebody her had like three rings so she has three big holes in her hands, i'll switch em out eventually but this is what i have for now)

i also rebodied a naturalista ive had for a little while. i really like the proportions they have but the super minimal articulation made it hard to play around with her. i might try to do something with her hair at some point since they got a little wonky from the box (i already have an idea) but i struggle with restyling doll hair and i dont wanna mess her curls up so im putting it off. the clothes are from the doll i got to rebody my tan odile and im moooostly happy with it? but its subject to change. side note, it was Hell getting her head off her old body and on the m2m one, the neck hole for fashionistas is much smaller than a barbies despite having a similar neck peg size

ive heard that bratz dolls can fit lol omg (and possible tween) doll clothes so im probably gonna do something about that as well, plus gonna try and see if they'll fit my star darlings cassie since i dont have her official shoes anyway, might as well dress her up in something else. might try that later tonight and if it looks alright i'll post about it!

id say dont mind the shitty phone pics using flash in a dark room because we dont have overhead lights in there and its 10:30 at night but honestly theyre kind of a vibe

one day i'll make a little lightbox or display or something for better pics but today is not that day

[dollsorwhatever]

Pony Updates lol

I've slowed down a lot when it comes to my pony collection, but recently took a detour from my dolls to get a couple new ones! Love Petal was one of my grails and one of the more expensive ponies I needed to complete my Sugarberry Army, but I finally found one in excellent condition for a somewhat-low price!!

I'm only missing...I think twelve Sugarberry Pose ponies now (ironically including Sugarberry herself lol), not including the Sippin Soda Ponies because I hate that gimmick lol (and Taffy because I am not paying all that for such a boring pony when Mummy Meadowsweet exists) The day HQG1C or Basic Fun start making Sugarberry pose repros is the day I go absolutely insane, I love this pose so much lol (and for anyone wondering why my ponies seem to be floating in mid-air, they're all standing on the shell of an old, heavily damaged Barbie TRU display case that I got a couple years ago because I have absolutely no space for ponies atm lol) And!! These!!

Takara Baby clones by HQG1C! Absolutely lost my mind when these started popping up on Instagram and luckily didn't miss the official pre-order on Clippers Sail. Sadly they do have poly hair, but given the low price and the fact that the HQG1C project is very small and they have to keep cost in mind when making ponies I'm not usually that upset when they occasionally use poly (I am incredibly happy when they do nylon though). Luckily it holds a curl very well! The proportions aren't identical to an authentic Takara Baby (I think they probably used a fakie to create this mold) but they are so so so cute and probably the closest I'll get to owning any Takara ponies in the near future so I'm happy lol I also have the grey variant, but she's currently bald because I hated the yellow hair and don't feel like rehairing her at the moment lol

[marishoodie7]

can you write abt sam n tara acting like little shits in public to embarrass each other as much as they can? i just wanna see them girlies happy n it’s a fun headcanon that they try to embarrass each other like kids as much as possible to make up for the time sam was gone

also sam n tara at chuck e. cheese or dave n busters would be rlly funny (sam can say tara’s under 12 to get the discount)

“and she’s eleven.“

“sam i’m twen-“

“SHE’S ELEVEN.”

Absolutely! Oh this is going to be so fun to write…

No warnings, a little swearing though

When Sam first heard about Chad and Tara’s first date she was getting ready. Tara was in the other room laughing on the phone.

“Hey Tara? Who are you talking to?” Sam couldn’t help but be a little suspicious, ok? It was only a month ago that her and her friends (including her sister) had been targeted by a masked serial killer. And that wasn’t the first time it had happened either.

“Chad!” Tara yelled from the other room, a beat passed before there was more laughing echoing through their small apartment. Sam finished brushing her hair before grabbing a bag and her keys, pausing by the door.

“Hey Tara! I’m going to the mall, do you need anything?” She exclaimed to her little sister. Jesus, she was getting tired of all this shouting. Before she ask Tara to come out of her room, Tara stepping into the kitchen, pocketing her phone.

“Uh, you know what? Yeah. I think I’m gonna need you to pick up some perfume for me.” Tara asked as she grabbed a can of sparking water from the fridge.

“Sure. Is that flower scent you like good?” Sam replied as she grabbed her pepper spray from the tray near the exit.

“Yeah thanks Sam.” Tara responded as she dug around her backpack for some money. Once she found it she handed her sister about 40 dollars. As she retreated back to the kitchen Sam raised her eyebrow as she looked at the money in her hand.

“40 dollars for perfume? We could use that money for other stuff you know. What’s the occasion?” Sam asked with a grin, she knew by the way her sister blushed at the question it must have something to do with Chad.

“He asked me out on a date. We’re meeting up tomorrow.” Tara said, barely able to hide a growing smile.

“oh? And you were just gonna keep this from me?” Sam asked as she poked her sister playfully.

“Hey! Sam stop! I was gonna tell you!” Tara cried when she broke free from her sisters teasing.

“It’s kind of a big deal, this is our first official date.”

Sam smiled as she grabbed her sisters arm and pulled her out of their apartment, ignoring Tara’s protests.

“Well than in that case, you’re coming with me! We’re gonna have a little girls shopping day!” Tara groaned as Sam dragged her down the stairs and onto the busy New York sidewalk.

“Uh uh, I don’t wanna hear it. We’re going, like it or not.” Sam said as she walked briskly towards the mall. Tara was barely able to keep up with Sam’s strides.

“Ugh Sam you’re not my mom and I’m not letting you dress me in little outfits like your own Barbie.” Tara protested as she weaved through the crowds of people scattered around the street.

“I’m offended you would even think that! My fashion sense is pretty good, I don’t use TikTok as my personal stylist.” Sam retorted as they neared the mall.

“First of all, I don’t even use TikTok, second of all I’m surprised that you even know what that is, aren’t you like, 30?” Tara smirked as Sam reached out to grab Tara, who ducked out of her reach and raced ahead towards the mall. She rushed through the glass doors and into the shops.

Despite what Tara initially thought, shopping with Sam wasn’t all that bad. She got the perfume she wanted and even managed to get a shirt. Sam did cast disapproving glances in her direction every time Tara looked at crop tops or anything slighted revealing, and every time Tara teased Sam for acting like an old woman. Eventually they got tired of shopping and decided to take a break to eat something.

“Hey Tara! There’s a diner across the street, what do you think?” Sam asked as Tara grabbed her bags of the floor and got up from the chair she had been sitting in.

“As long as they have burgers I’m down for anything.” The younger sister answered, and they headed out of the mall and made their way across the street. They had been lead to their table by a lanky, awkward teenaged boy.

“What would you two like for drinks?” He asked. The diner lights reflected off his ginger hair.

“We’ll have two cokes, and can I get a kids menu for my sister here? She’s twelve.” Sam said as she flashed their waiter a sly smile. He was young, but Tara doubted he was that stupid. This was by far one of the more crazier things Sam had attempted when they were together.

“Sam I’m twe-“ Sam frantically cut Tara off, as if she actually had a chance to convince the waiter at all.

“She’s twelve.” Sam said sweetly. Her cheapskate ass was obviously laying it on thick for that discount.

“Uhm miss, she looks twenty to me- no offense though.” He added.

“Aren’t you two those girls from that Ghostface attack?” The boy asked excitedly. Tara wondered if he was about to ask for their autograph.

“Yes. We are.” Sam responded, suddenly cold and cautious. He had hit a nerve.

“Well in that case I’ll have to give you a discount anyway!” He said, grinning. Tara side eyed him, but Sam just seemed glad to be getting her discount anyway.

They ate their burgers and left with the intention of heading right back to their apartment. That was the plan until Sam spotted an arcade on their walk home.

“Please Tara! I swear I’ll only be 5 minutes!” Sam begged as she pulled on Tara towards the entrance.

“Whatever. But you have to promise to be quick.” Tara caved, of course. Sam was the older sibling plus she had the keys. So it was either be dragged to the arcade or be locked out of her apartment.

“Promise!” Sam smiled back and stepped happily into the colorfully lit building. Sam ended up taking way longer than five minutes. She forced Tara to join a competitive game of basketball, then roped her into playing that Jurassic Park shooter game. Tara honestly didn’t know why she said yes. The game consisted of an endless cycle in which Tara died, Sam yelled at her, and then wasted all her credits on reviving her. When they left an hour had passed, but neither of them minded. The past month had been a whirlwind of avoiding the press, deflecting rumors, and recovering from yet another attack. Neither of them had found time for each other, but they needed it. Tara had spent a longer time resisting her sister, and maybe, she realized, it was time to stop.

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t my best work, I didn’t have time to proof read but I will tomorrow! Thank you all so much for the likes and reblogs on my last Sam carpenter oneshot! I’m still taking requests for Yellowjackets and scream fanfiction btw :)