Under The Cut You Will Find All The Faceclaims I Intend To Use For This Barbie ! Arguably Margot Robbie

LEAKED ALLAN MOVIE POSTER. justice for allanland @onlyallans

Things I wish the Tumblr RP comm would get back to or be comfortable with again because I'm rp old and I've seen how much has changed and man the rp comm is not as fun as it used to be.

Crossovers. Just crossovers where we ignore canon cast and it's okay again to have two different muses from vastly different series interact. Like seriously why do I never see crossovers anymore what happened they were genuinely fun.

Reblogging general aesthetics / musing / music about our muses without 'clogging other people's dashes'. I don't know when it became a general dislike when someone reblogged stuff related to their muse, but for whatever reason it's distasteful now and I don't get why.

When we all were stans for familial / platonic relationships and how deep those went.

Promos being reblogged instead of just liked. Liking doesn't do a thing on tumblr no matter how much they try to make it work. Reblogging gets peoples muses seen.

Interacting with people's ooc posts to show interest or support toward other people's muses.

That small window of time when people were happy to give female muses and ocs a chance.

Also that small window in time when multi-muses weren't as harshly criticized but now we're back to that.

Generally just being far more open and nurturing creativity without worrying.

DASHBOARD UNFUCKER V1.0

as 90% of desktop users have probably found out, today @staff released an update that for some insane reason COMPLETELY remodels the dashboard to replicate twitter's. this is of course in the wake of numerous other thoroughly hated changes and a continued refusal to fix any of the site's actual problems, half of which stem directly from site management.

HOWEVER, thanks to the power of jQuery, i was able to throw together a userscript that remodels the dashboard back to its original look almost perfectly.

here is my dashboard right now, with the script active:

and here is the old dashboard in separate tab container that hasn't received the update:

it's hardly perfect; i had trouble making it force reload to the fixed layout when switching between other pages and the dashboard, and it currently only fixes just the dashboard. it's also completely untested on browsers other than firefox, and chances are it looks a bit screwy on ultrawide monitors. but for now at least, it's a good fix.

the unfucker is a tampermonkey userscript. all you have to do to use it is install the tampermonkey extension, hit "create new script", and replace the default code on the page with the script (link here) and save it.

any1 wants to subscribe to catto pics ? im currently on mobile and at my aunt's who has 9 cats. pick a color (black, grey, white, orange, mix) for catto and u shall receive a pic with ur chosen cat.

reminiscing  on  the  past  didn't  help  –  but  it  surely  brought  sentiments  once  forgotten.  it  wasn't  that  barbie  despised  the  stardom,  no.  on  the  contrary,  she  took  pride  in  her  work  and  the  blinding  flashlights  from  paparazzi  didn't  bother  her  that  much  ;  at  first,  anyway.  sometime  along  the  way,  she  has  come  to  the  revelation  that  she  misses  the  good  ol'  times.  everything  seemed  much  easier  back  then  …  or  was  it  just  a  mirage?  barbie  doesn't  know  for  sure,  but  living  in  her  fantasy,  she's  allowed  to  miss  her  old  life.  she's  utterly  lost  in  her  train  of  thoughts,  looking  outside  the  window  when  she  barely  notices  frida  seemingly  coming  back.

and  she's  quick  to  notice  the  burning  cigarette  ;  despite  the  groundbreaking  record  of  two  months  without  smoking,  seeing  frida  living  her  life  so  carelessly  and,  possibly,  happily,  it  gets  her  wondering.  tempted.  barbie  was  tempted  and  her  apple  was  the  cigarette  she  would  have  enjoyed,  if  only  she  asked.  glossed  lips  part  ever  so  slightly  (withdrawal  at  its  finest)  as  she  leans  forward  in  her  seat,  closer  to  them.    "  there's  this  pub  that  just  opened  near  the  center.  have  you  gone  there?  "    casual  chit  chat,  though  her  lungs  were  burning.    "  also,  "    cue  the  falling  into  temptation,  icarus  really  did  flew  too  close  to  the  sun,  hasn't  he  now?    "  i  was  wondering  what  your  policies  are  regarding  smoking  inside  the  car?  "

“ are we good to go ? ” ╰      @b4rbieroberts

the loud slurp of a water down cherry coke, followed by the sound of paper shuffling. pitstops aren’t typically on the agenda, especially when there’s an agent watching the clock ... but this one’s an exception. lips part as frida whispers to herself                   she’s counting a wad of cash, hundreds all banded up, crisp and clean. face up, flashing franklins and a few mckinleys ... she hasn’t seen mckinley’s stupid face in a while, but she welcomes it all the same. stone faced, unbothered, until boney tattooed fingers reach for the shifter.

“ yeah, yeah … didn’t mean to hold you up, ” half-mumbled, sentence trailing off. frida hopes that this won’t be a problem                   if it becomes a problem, she can find ways to mitigate it. whatever. we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. silver range rover backs out of the rain-soaked ally, leaving behind the big metal backdoor of a nondescript brick building. frida scampered out like nothing, slamming it behind her, dragging on a cigarette. calm, cool, itching for payment. nose crinkles. frida attempts to exhale the cold scent of a meat locker. not picky, sure, but the meeting spot could be a lot better. she turns, looking at the backseat passenger princess : “ where to next, barbie ??? ”

Reblog this if it's okay to have people message you if you accidentally unfollowed them. I've lost count the number of times I've seen my mutuals bringing up that the unfollowing glitch has come around again (or still). This is why it's incredibly important to state in your rules to softblock or hardblock when breaking ties.

hot take ahead on barbie (2023) INCLUDING SPOILERS

i  don't  think  barbie  is  about  feminism.  in  this  essay  i  will...

but  no,  really.  according  to  the  cambridge  dictionary,  feminism  is  "the  belief  that  women  should  be  allowed  the  same  rights,  power,  and  opportunities  as  men  and  be  treated  in  the  same  way,  or  the  set  of  activities  intended  to  achieve  this  state".  nowhere  in  the  movie  does  it  show  any  character  wanting  to  become  part  of  the  feminist  movement.  i  want  to  emphasize  that  feminism  is  about  being  treated  the  same  way,  including  women  having  the  same  rights  as  men.  barbie  isn't  a  feminist.  neither  is  ken.  don't  even  get  me  started  about  the  elf  of  the  shelf  aka  mattel's  ceo.

everytime  i  go  on  youtube  i  get  bombarded  (due  to  the  algorithm  i  created  lmao)  with  barbie  videos  and  how  everyone  talks  about  feminism  or  anti-feminism  for  that  matter.  and  from  a  sociological  point  of  view  (i  missed  using  this  fancy  term),  it  shows  how  individuals  will  see/hear  exactly  what  they  are  looking  for  -  they  will  see/hear  everything  that  goes  along  or,  on  the  contrary,  what  contradicts  their  own  set  of  beliefs  that  they  had  before  watching  the  movie.  if  someone  was  looking  for  feminism,  they  will  look  at  all  the  signs  for  women  rights  in  barbieland  being  equal  to  men  rights  in  the  real  world.  or,  vice  versa,  if  someone  was  looking  for  anti-feminism,  they  will  look  at  how  all  male  dolls  were  treated  (that  includes  the  kens,  allan/s  and  all  the  other  dolls  too  as  long  as  they  fall  into  the  masculine  gender).

but  let's  break  down  the  feminism  definition  to  prove  this  point.  my  archnemesis  emile  durkheim  said  that  "the  totality  of  beliefs  and  sentiments  common  to  average  members  of  the  same  society  forms  a  particular  system  that has  its  own  life;  one  might  call  it  the  collective  or  common  consciousness".  in  that  sense,  beliefs  become  part  of  a  group  (or  subgroup)  if  they  are  agreed  upon  by  a  majority.  the  term  women  is  too  broad,  so  instead  i  will  use  another:  individuals  who  identify  with  femininity  (this  is  still  skewed  since  it  doesn't  cover  that  much  ground  on  all gender  identities,  but  hopefully  it's  enough  to  make  the  point).  the  rest  of  the  quote  in  the  beginning  basically  agrees  upon  all  genders  having  equal  rights,  power  and  opportunities  in  a  society.  to  limit  this  even  further,  it  means  no  discrimination  whatsoever,  regarding  any  aspect  of  one's  life  and  activity  in  a  society.

this  brings  me  back  to  the  barbie  movie.  the  movie  isn't  about  matriarchy  vs  patriarchy.  from  an  empirical  point  of  view  (and  it  was  hard  to  do  that  bc  i  adore  the  actors/actresses  and  the  dolls),  the  movie  can  be  considered  at  the  very  most  satirical.  barbieland  was  ruled  by  matriarchy  until  the  kens  overthrown  that  government.  but  the  barbies  did  manipulate  the  situation  so  that  they  could  take  the  power  again.  in  the  end,  the  barbies  said  they  will  allow  some  positions  for  the  kens,  but  definitely  not  something  important,  suggesting  that  they  couldn't  face  it.  that  isn't  feminism.  it's  not  about  equal  rights.  it's  exactly  what  we  see  in  societies.  let  the  minority  think  they  won  something  when  in  fact,  you  don't  give  them  at  the  very  least  the  bare  minimum.

i  woke  up  and  chose  violence.  but  this  is  my  hot  take  on  the  sociological  aspects  of  the  movie.  i'm  oh  so  tempted  to  make  an  actual  paper  including  the  political  but  that'd  mean  someone  will  have  to  read  about  30  pages  in  word.  and  i  feel  sorry  for  that  person  already.

holidays can be hard

❝hey, wanna spend the holiday along together?❞ ❝i wasn't really planning on doing anything this year...❞ ❝can't we just get along? just for today?❞ ❝i love you. please come home.❞ ❝fuck your family. let's party like its Y2K.❞ ❝your mom's a bitch, and her mash potatoes are always thick like paste.❞ ❝yeah, my mom kicked me out, but look a white christmas!❞ ❝i just don't want to spend the day alone this year.❞ ❝my family was never big on celebrating.❞ ❝go away, i don't like [holiday]❞ ❝did you really call my dad a cuck and throw a roll at him?❞ ❝i guess i should've known better than to trust you could be civil.❞ ❝please don't leave. you haven't opened your present yet.❞

[giving] sender shows up without warning to receiver's home to deliver a present knowing receiver has no one to celebrate with.

[taking] sender takes all the gifts from under receiver's tree and burns them.

[coal] sender gives receiver the cold shoulder, refusing to spend the holiday with them.

[blood] sender stands up for receiver when receiver's family is cruel.

[forget] sender forgets to come over to receiver's to spend time together on the holiday.

[unconditional] sender picks up receiver to take them to out as a distraction from old wounds left by family/friend/etc.

[jolly] receiver tries to cheer up sender after sender breaks down on the holiday.

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?"