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i'm really going to miss you

I want everybody who’s calling Ken a Trophy Husband to know that he’s actually a Trophy Boyfriend, because when Ruth Handler invented Ken in the 1960s, she was adamant that he would never marry her and instead be her “handsome steady”, so that Barbie remained a figure of independence for the little girls and was never put in the position of housewife.

Her house is hers. She bought it and furnished it with money she made in her own job. In STEM, in politics, in healthcare, in fashion, in academy, in customer service. Her credit card is in her name (women in the US couldn’t have their own regardless of marital status until 1974). And it’s all pink and fashionable because femininity and badassness aren’t mutually exclusive. No matter who you are, you can be anything.

That’s why Barbie’s slogan is “you can be anything”. Teaching these ideals to little girls is why Barbie was created. Empowering women and empowering femininity is the original meaning of the Barbie doll. It’s not that you have to be all this to be a woman, but if you are all or some of this, you too are awesome.

And somehow pop culture deliberately changed that narrative. Sexualised, bimbofied, and villainised her, when she actually isn’t responsible for the impossible beauty standards — people are, she’s just a stylised, not-to-scale toy like most others.

Men are frothing because he’s just Ken and I guess they were expecting her to be just Barbie, but that’s exactly what Ken is. Canonically. A badass woman’s himbo boyfriend.

This movie has the potential to change the way we collectively see Barbie radically into what Ruth Handler’s intended, I’m so very excited

only a tiny bit disappointed that the 2nd season didn't include how uhh you know

how young kaz actually got back to the shore

The Crows as Text posts 2

(+ some S&B)

Richard's unhinged energy is the most entertaining part for me beside the murders. Like the guy is an inspiration for chaotic people. He lies about his family life, pretends his rich father has business in oil (who irl has a petrol pump), lies to his part time employer to get money, goes on a 90s teen movie shopping spree, takes any free item from Judy, lies about going to a prep school, lives on a diet of wine and more wine, takes any pill anyone gives him, joins a cultish greek gang, lets Bunny die an aesthetically pleasing death and not to forget.....does cocaine in the parking lot of Burger King.

Nikolai Lanstov, whenever he can't fix Ravka's problems diplomatically: aight send in the crows

Everything is fine. Im completely fine. Its not the fact that one day, its just going to be nina, alone. At everyones funerals. No more crows. No more heists. No more chaos. Its no more. Just nina.

not to be dramatic but we desperately need a punk movement to come in and wash away this Instagram model airbrushed picture perfect trend. it’s so damaging……teens, young adults, kids, the Grown….all of us need to just. we need to be sweaty again. we deserve it smeared eyeliner…..idk just. it’s okay if ur hair is greasy please just relax & then get mad about stuff that’s important to you.

i'd like to thank freddy carter's big blue eyes and acrobatic eyebrows for their contribution to the "stay in ketterdam" scene in the show. you can practically hear kaz thinking you inej, you through them (and honorable mention to his jawline that could cut glass)

Kaz Brekker: A Character Study

Eyes bright, hair wild, Lips curved in a little smile. Scraped knuckles, bruised knees, Tousled gently by the country breeze. "Jordie, look, I made a friend!" Did all good things have to end?

Eyes wide, hair bristling, Lips parted in a whispered "No." Trembling fingers, racing heart, Blood like blossoms on a sunlit floor. "Jordie, quick, I think he's hurt!" Could things ever get any worse?

Eyes hopeful, hair combed neatly, Lips spread in a tremulous smile. Mittens folded over steaming chocolate, Gazing at the promise of a new sunrise. "Jordie, I think we might make it." Who knew the best way to be happy was to fake it?

Eyes waxy, hair limp, Lips closed over chattering teeth. Aching ribs, aching heart— It had never been so hard to breathe. "Jordie, please, please, wake up." They'd come too far to give up.

Eyes unseeing, hair unseen, Lips blue, dying, dying. In a pile of festering bodies, The only one who was still alive. "Jordie, wake up, please, I'm sorry." It was the only way to survive.

Eyes dull, hair pushed back, Lips pressed into a flat line. They would pay for what they did, Languish in suffering of his design. "Jordie, I promise I'll avenge you." Why wasn't he sure if that was true?

Eyes wild, hair on end, Lips trembling over trembling breaths. Crouched against a locked bathroom door, Drowning till he'd died a thousand deaths. "Jordie, please, go away." He could feel the bodies, smell the decay.

Eyes hard, hair neat, Lips in a mocking smirk. Death was dealt out far too easily, Condemningly common in his line of work. "Jordie, now I'm a monster too— What, now, would I think of you?"

Eyes caught, hair tousled, Lips frozen mid-sentence. Gazing at her, silhouetted by the sun, He could almost believe in magic again. "Jordie, I'm scared my walls are falling down." For once, he was defenseless, and he wasn't going to drown.

Eyes shy, hair straight, Lips forming words he didn't want to take back. Broken boy and broken girl— His defenses were about to crack. "Jordie, not all good things have to die." He wondered if he should straighten his tie.