If Anyone's Been Wondering Why This Barbie Blog Aesthetic Is Mostly Purple, Here's The Reason Why!

something’s  not  right  from  within  and  it  irks  her  not  being  able  to  put  a  label  on  it.  usually,  if  it  were  something  from  outside,  the  barbie  doctors  and  nurses  would  have  fixed  it  –  worst  case  scenario,  she’d  go  to  weird  barbie,  but  only  if  necessary.  and,  despite  the  turmoil  from  within,  she  slowly  raised  her  hand  to  wave  at  @nobelbarbie,  the  smile  plastered  across  her  features  forced  and  visibly  broken.  anything  could’ve  been  broken  but  not  the  smile!  that  was  plainly  outrageous.  ❝  hi  barbie.  ❞  the  low  vocals  in  her  tone  have  blown  her  cover  away  ;  not  that  she  tried  to  hide  it.  not  that  she  knew  how  anyway.  this  was  her  first  time  experiencing  such  –  what’s  the  word  for  it?  weird?  icky?  maybe  bleh?  probably  bleh.  a  bleh  feeling.  ❝  i,  uhm,  wanted  to  ask  you  something,  it’s  from  your  field  and  uhm,  ❞  for  someone  who  learned  hundreds  of  lines  by  heart,  struggling  with  words  in  this  manner  is  sad  to  watch.  ❝  can  you  explain  me  what  time  really  is?  ❞  there  was  some  sort  of  cohesivity,  but  truth  was,  barbie  has  been  plagued  by  mortal  fears,  seemingly  forgetting  that  she’s  a  doll.

Irony was lost on me until I read my script && realized I had abandon it.

barbie's  honestly  surprised  she  hasn't  broken  that  poor  device  –  luckily,  eddie  was  there  to  save  the  day.  she's  looking  in  awe  at  the  powered  up  walkman,  a  smile  slowly  creeping  up  onto  her  countenance.    "  you  actually  did  it?!  "    she's  still  confused,  but  she's  got  the  spirit!  therefore,  a  very  happy  barbie  opens  her  arms  and  pulls  him  into  a  hug.  it  was  the  only  way  she  could  show  him  the  appreciation  sprung  from  within.    "  thank  you,  eddie!  "    she  mumbles  as  she  pulls  away  from  the  hug,  quickly  going  through  her  bag  to  show  him  what  she  wanted  to  listen  to.  it  was  a  cassette  for  madonna's  material  girl,  painted  over  with  pink  &  purple  acrylics.  barbie  was,  in  fact,  proud  of  the  way  she  customized  her  cassette.    "  i've  recently  heard  about  madonna  and  wanted  to  give  it  a  try.  do  you  have  any  suggestions?  "

@b4rbieroberts from here

eddie catches that comment, a look of confusion paints across his features, followed by an amused smile as she messes with the buttons. " no — see, you have to take out the batteries first. " the device is practically disassembled by the time he finishes his sentence. practice makes perfect. he's broken far too many, && all have been repaired at some point. && broken again.

" then you gotta put 'em back in && hold this power button. && voila. " the walkman is slid right back to her, just like new. " definitely not broken beyond repair, trust me. "

nerves have a tendency to sneak up on one, creeping around && striking just to make things awkward, && the relief comes in the form of twirling the many rings adorning his fingers. " — so, um, what were you listening to?? or were going to listen to?? "

was  this  soul  crushing  sentiment  what  heartbreak  felt  like?  the  questions  pops  up  for  only  a  brief  moment  before  flashes  of  ken  blinded  her  view  —  he  was  the  perfect  boyfriend,  the  perfect  friend,  the  perfect  anything  anyone  could  ask  for.  and  now,  she  has  lost  him.  she  enters  veronica's  house,  wandering  aimlessly  inside,  having  little  to  no  idea  whether  or  not  she  wants  to  sit  down.  everything  in  her  being  urged  her  not  to,  she  had  to  stay  alert,  to  move  around,  maybe  then  she'd  tire  herself  enough  to  not  feel  feelings  anymore.    "  it's  over!  "    she  bawled,  throwing  her  hands  in  the  air  ;  barbie  didn't  know  whether  or  not  to  wipe  away  the  stream  coming  from  her  eyes,  cover  her  face  or  succumb  to  the  agony  sprung  from  within.    "  i  -  i  don't  know  how  to  be  anything  without  him,  vee.  like  –  i  understand  i  may  have  neglected  him  lately  but  i  would've  tried  changing  that.  and  now  i'm  afraid  it's  too  late.  "    cue  the  desperate,  unavoidable  sobbing  that  passes  rose  rouged  lips.    "  what  am  i  gonna  do?  "    hands  fluttered  once  more,  seeking  refuge  in  the  folds  of  her  dress,  only  to  emerge  again  to  wipe  away  the  constant  stream  of  tears  rolling  down  her  flushed  cheeks.  with  each  erratic  movement,  her  arms  embraced  the  air  around  her  (  despite  being  suffocating  at  this  time  )  ,  as  if  reaching  out  for  a  love  that  was  no  longer  there,  aching  to  hold  onto  what  was  now  lost.

"YOU CAN'T..." PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

you can't go any further than that.

you can't intimidate me.

you can't be serious!

you can't do that anymore, not here.

you can't tell right from wrong.

you can't go back the way you came.

you can't stop me from trying.

you can't do this to me again.

you can't keep it down for two seconds?

you can't lie to my face like that.

you can't take them with you.

you can't ask me to do that.

you can't go back on your promise.

you can't be with me if you act like that.

you can't help yourself, can you?

you can't know everything.

you can't save them.

you can't leave me here to die.

you can't just look me in the eye and tell me the truth?

you can't honestly expect me to believe all that.

you can't stop now.

you can't stop the truth from coming out.

you can't do all of this by yourself.

you can't say no to me.

you can't keep up this facade for long.

you can't just stay here.

you can't give up, not when we're so close.

you can't go out there in the cold.

you can't spend the night here.

you can't forget what i said.

you can't even wait for me to finish.

you can't make plans and then not show up.

you can't abandon me.

you can't survive this.

you can't keep all your feelings bottled up like that.

you can't lift this all by yourself.

you can't be who they want you to be.

you can't keep lying to them.

you can't expect me to just sit here and let you handle it.

you can't escape your father's shadow, can you?

you can't believe in yourself, and it shows.

you can't take anything seriously.

you can't be what i need.

you can't come with me; you'll only slow me down.

you can't sleep there!

you can't drink out of that!

you can't go out in this weather.

you can't reach it in time.

you can't solve my problems for me.

you can't make that choice for me.

you can't live up to their expectations.

❛  here, let me give you a hand.  ❜

🙶  this  thing’s  broken  beyond  repair.  🙷  shoulders  rise  and  fall,  she  wasn’t  talking  about  the  device  in  her  hands.  this  barbie  didn’t  have  any  expectations  and  somehow  still  winded  up  disappointed.  the  path  for  fame  seemingly  built  with  sea  sand  –  and  she’s  wearing  high  heels.  slowly  &  steadily  falling  down,  not  grounding  into  reality  but  deep  inside  her  own  fears  and  terrors.  🙶  oh.  oh!  you  meant  this.  🙷  a  bright  smile  flashed  his  way,  automatic  &  industrialized.  slender  digits  click  on  all  buttons  once  more,  hoping  for  the  best,  but  to  no  avail.  🙶  i  stand  by  what  i  said.  i  think  i  just  bought  a  defective  one.  🙷  a  stupid  walkman  was  slid  towards  him,  whether  eddie  fixed  it  or  not,  it  didn’t  matter.

𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄

BECKETT ' TEDDY ' PIKE [ PLAYED BY @midfie1der ] : i don't know how else to ask you.

what  a  bliss,  to  be  beside  someone  who  sees  beyond  the  external  appearance.  he  sees  right  through  her.  or  perhaps,  she  has  lowered  her  guard  on  purpose.  letting  someone  in  was  always  the  hardest  part.  but  barbie  learned  that  she  could  trust  some  individuals.  it’s  true  what  they  say  —  trust  is  either  earned  or  given  freely.  only  that  she  did  both,  simultaneously.  ceruleans  stare  at  her  own  reflection  in  the  mirror  as  she  made  the  last  touch  ups.  perfection  was  achieved  through  hard  labor,  that  much  she  knew.  seemingly  in  a  trance,  trying  to  pick  out  any  flaw  that  wasn’t  apparent  in  the  first  place.  if  one’s  broken  on  the  inside,  the  least  they  can  do  is  look  perfect  on  the  outside.  it  was  his  voice  that  brought  her  back  to  reality,  shattering  the  illusion  she’s  drawn  herself.  cue  a  twirl,  breaking  all  contact  with  that  damned  mirror,  now  gazing  at  teddy.  with  swift  motions  towards  him,  she  found  herself  standing  right  in  front  of  teddy.  head  slanted  to  the  side  as  she  sways  in  her  place,  all  attention  focused  on  him.  ❝  ask  me  …  what  exactly?  ❞    honey  dripped  tone  as  she  queried,  admittedly  bewildered  by  what  he  meant.  a  soft  chuckle  passed  pink  lips  as  she  sketched  a  smile.  barbie  was  on  edge,  curiosity  taking  toll  over  her  frame.  with  each  second  growing  more  and  more  impatient.    ❝  c’mon  it’s  not  nice  to  keep  a  gal  waiting!  ❞    she  uttered,  in  a  feeble  attempt  at  calming  her  own  nerves.  something  about  the  unknown  terrified  the  living  hell  out  of  her,  though  she’d  never  admit  it  out  loud.

ready , set , action from here

when  she  picked  up  her  phone,  barbie  didn't  expect  to  hear  those  news.    "  say  less.  i'll  be  right  there,  barbie!  "    henceforth,  without  skipping  a  beat,  this  barbie  rushed  outside  to  the  other  barbie's  aid.  luckily,  the  journey  was  effortlessly  short  —  said  jail,  exclusive  in  barbieland,  was  just  down  the  street  where  she  lived.  cue  the  running  at  full  speed  in  her  neon  purple  stiletto  heels.  despite  having  the  best  of  intentions,  adrenaline  skewed  her  aid  and  abet  plan,  which  winded  up  with  barbie  joining  @setkenoff  in  the  next  cell.  a  gentle  sigh  passes  rouged  lips  as  the  officer  locks  her  inside,  gaze  flickered  to  the  side,    "  yeah,  i  hope  having  some  company  will  suffice  for  now.  the  barbie  officers  put  me  on  time  out  for  like  an  hour,  we  can  leave  after.  but  what  happened?  "