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🍎 ｡:*• ─ IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME !     ›    ( a symbol meme for muses who want to do something special and fun together this christmas / holiday season. )

send a symbol for our muses to:

🌲  ─  visit a tree farm to pick the perfect christmas tree 🎄  ─  decorate a christmas tree together 💋  ─  be caught standing under the mistletoe 🍽  ─  prepare the christmas dinner together 🍪  ─  bake & decorate christmas/holiday-themed sugar cookies ☕️   ─  drink something warm and/or festive ( either at home, at a coffeeshop, christmas market, etc… ) 🏠  ─  decorate a gingerbread house together 🎬  ─  watch a christmas movie 🎭  ─  see a christmas musical/play at the theater 🔥  ─  have an indoor picnic by the fireplace and/or christmas tree 🌟  ─  drive around the city to see the christmas lights ✉️  ─  send each other a christmas card 🎅🏻  ─  be each other’s secret santa 🎁  ─  exchange & open chistmas presents 🛍   ─  go christmas shopping together 👕   ─  go out wearing matching christmas sweaters  🎉   ─  attend a holiday party together 📷   ─  have a holiday photoshoot 🎶   ─  go christmas caroling  💃   ─  dance around the living room to christmas songs 💖   ─  volunteer together at a local charity  ✈️   ─  go on a christmas getaway ✏️   ─  create their own christmas/holiday tradition 😈  ─  decide who has been the naughtiest and the nicest and give each other rewards & consequences accordingly  ( can be funny/platonic or sexy/nsfɯ, depending on muses’ relationship ) 🃏   ─  wildcard !  choose your own activity !

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (2009–2017) — S01E01 | Pilot

this barbie's going to the grocery store or whatever lidl is. however i feel like writing short stuff when i return home. so give this a heart or comment anything silly and you will soon receive a small starter thing in your inbox!

COSTUME DESIGN IN TV & FILM  MARGOT ROBBIE

THE WOLF OF WALL STREET (2013) costume design by Sandy Powell FOCUS (2015) costume design by Dayna Pink WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT (2016) costume design by Lisa Lovaas THE LEGEND OF TARZAN (2016) costume design by Ruth Myers SUICIDE SQUAD (2016) costume design by Kate Hawley I, TONYA (2017) costume design by Jennifer Johnson MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS (2018) costume design by Alexandra Byrne BOMBSHELL (2019) costume design by Colleen Atwood BIRDS OF PREY (2020) costume design by Erin Benach & Helen Huang THE SUICIDE SQUAD (2021) costume design by Judianna Makovsky

there's  a  dreadful  sentiment  digging  at  her  chest,  with  metaphorical  claws,  that  is.  she  wasn't  worried  about  the  speed,  about  the  car,  not  even  about  herself.  she  was  worried  for  him.  lips  pursed  into  a  thin  line,  huffing  through  her  nose.  an  intention  arises,  to  rest  her  hand  on  his  arm,  to  reassure  him  other  than  with  words  that  it's  going  to  be  okay,  but  she  doesn't  follow  through.  instead,  she  just  stares  at  him  with  her  doe  eyed  crystal  gaze,  feeling  sorry  that  she  can't  actually  help  him.  it  takes  a  while  before  she  exhales  all  the  air  that  she  was  holding,  as  she  was  trying  to  find  the  appropriate  words  to  tell  him  –  spoiler  alert,  none  seemed  to  be  kenough.

"  dolls  make  mistakes  too.  "    she  wasn't  defending  anyone,  but  it  was  true,    "  and  they  hurt  too.  from  my  own  experience  the  crocodile  tears  were  first  real  tears.  we  –  you  are  allowed  to  feel  emotions.  and  i  can't  provide  the  answers  to  all  those  questions.  but  i  know  that  it's  no  fun  what  you're  feeling.  "    her  gaze  flickers  to  the  road,  it  seemed  awfully  quiet,  probably  because  everyone  else  was  attending  the  party.    "  where  are  we  going?  because  i  have  an  idea  that  might  help.  "

She steps in, and he's off in an instant, pressing the gas peddle to the floor. The faster they leave, the better he'll feel, as wind whips through their hair, almost drowning out the music and her inquiry. Hands grip the steering wheel, and he keeps his eyes on the road in front of them, tempted to pretend he didn't hear her - but she's perceptive, and he's a mess, it would be foolish to act like everything's okay.

He turns down the music enough so it doesn't shake the car anymore, but provides enough background noise so it isn't awkward.

"I don't know." He's being truthful, looking anywhere but at her reflection in the mirror, "I thought he loved me. Why the hell was he kissing someone else? Why was he kissing Barbie?"

both  hands  delicately  hover  to  hide  the  mouth  —  a  manifestation  of  barbie's  anticipation  for  gift  giving  surpassing  even  the  enthusiasm  for  the  holidays..  there  was  something  too  special  about  seeing  another  unwrap  a  present,  knowing  or  otherwise  what  it  contains.  the  way  their  eyes  lit  up  with  joy  and  the  way  a  wide  smile  spreads  across  their  features,  as  they  return  to  the  past,  when  they  were  kids  and  everything  much  easier.  kids  deserve  to  be  happy  and,  unfortunately,  for  barbie  everyone's  a  kid  of  someone  else.  which  doesn't  leave  anyone  she  knows  without  a  little  present.  cerulean  optics  observe  chrissy  intently,  as  if  not  to  miss  the  peak  of  joy.  a  melodic  chuckle  escapes  her  throat  upon  hearing  chrissy's  first  verbal  reaction.  hands  clapped  together  as  her  fingers  interlaced.  ❛❛  yay,  i'm  so  happy  you're  happy  with  it.  at  first  i  was  thinking  maybe  i  should  bring  you  there  and  let  you  get  your  own  bear,  but  then  i  thought  about  it  and  i  couldn't  spare  you  the  element  of  surprise.  ❜❜  unable  to  contain  herself,  she  involuntarily  spills  the  beans  —.  it  was  extremely  difficult  for  her  to  keep  such  a  secret  hidden  as  it  often  overflowed  her  psyche.  the  compulsion  to  divulge  or  bestow  presents  promptly  upon  acquisition  was  simply  insurmountable.  ❛❛  luckily,  i  found  something  you  can  choose  from.  you  have  to  come  with  me  to  the  christmas  market  but  you'll  be  picking  what  we'll  do  there.  how's  that  sound?  ❜❜

*/ @bahrbae left a note;

barbie has arrived to your inbox, chrissy. and guess what? she brought a  pink  care  bear  to  which  she  put  a  santa  hat  on  before  badly  wrapping  it  up.  it  was  pretty  obvious  what  was  behind  the  red  paper  wrap,  but  barbie  hopes  the  gesture  overthrows  the  awful  wrapping  job  she's  done. ❛❛ this belongs to you. i thought i should give it to you before we go to the christmas market. i just couldn't wait until christmas. i hope you like it? ❜❜

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy's eyes absolutely lit up at the present. "You didn't have to get me anything," she nearly whispered out, taking the package from Barbie's hands. But the thought and excitement the woman showed made Chrissy excited to open it. The teen had a small hunch on what it could have been, but the excitement didn't lessen even as the younger carefully unwrapped the paper. (Chrissy had always been the type to make sure wrapping paper was taken off without any tears or rips. As pristine as she could keep it.) "Love-A-Lot Bear," she answered with a bit of aw in her voice, adjusting the little bear's hat. "Oh, I love it a lot," a giggle was evident in her voice at the slight pun. "Thank you. This really just started everything off in such a good spirit!"

MARGOT ROBBIE tapping into her inner child on set | BARBIE European Premiere

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.