His  Words  Like  Whipped  Cream  On  Top  Of  Waffles  ⸻  To  Say  Barbie  Was  Content 

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?? "

this barbie's on mobile and available on discord if you wanna yell about anything, movie wise && plot wise : ronniekins

Let me make it clear:

If We Ship Together? You can throw starters and asks at my muse(s) anytime. Bombard me in IMs with headcanons and aesthetics. You don't need to ask my permission. Oh, and by the by, my little chickadee? Have fun shaking me off your blog if we ship it hardcore, together.

See you in hell 💋💋💋 ...jk ilu

every  cloud  has  a  silver  lining  ;  but  there’s  still  hope,  even  in  the  strangest  of  circumstances,  coming  from  the  uttermost  unexpected  individuals.  for  a  moment  there,  all  hope  seemingly  dimmed  into  nothingness,  overshadowed  by  the  fear  of  not  attaining  her  goal.  it  was,  after  all,  beyond  barbie’s  subjectiveness  since  all  barbielanders’  lives  could  be  at  stake.  as  soon  as  he  responded,  relief  comes  washing  over  her,  a  burden  no  longer  weighing  on  her  shoulders  –  and  she  finally  exhales  the  air  that  was  chocking  her  just  a  few  moments  ago.  he  was  also  so  kind  to  have  noticed  she  was  a  doll!  therefore,  the  chain  reaction  of  sheer  kindness  pulls  at  the  rims  of  her  rosy  lips,  her  smile  growing  wider  in  return.

❝  oh,  wow,  thank  you!  that’s  seriously  amazing  of  you  to  help  me  out,  i  really  appreciate  it!  ❞  ceruleans  flickered  to  look  at  him  properly  –  after  all,  he  was  the  savior  she  needed  in  this  time  of  crisis.  and  she  notices  the  eccentric  makeup  upon  his  visage  in  a  quick  but  meticulous  scan.  the  bright  smile  stayed  still,  as  if  engraved  on  her  own  countenance  ;  what  a  time  to  be  a  plastic  doll,  right?  barbie  shifts  her  position  to  stay  beside  him  –  a  showcase  of  equality  and  amity  intertwined.  ❝  i  love  your  makeup,  by  the  way!  you  know,  when  i  was  still  studying  to  become  an  actress  in  the  theater,  i  used  to  go  beyond  the  lines  i’ve  been  given.  kinda  like  your  makeup.  it  was  bold,  but  it  got  me  the  role.  are  you  also  a  performer?  maybe  we  can  play  together  sometime.  ❞

innocence  envelops  her  body  and  it  leaves  with  the  words  she  has  spoken.  despite  hearing  stories,  this  barbie  doesn’t  know  much  about  the  real  world.  sure,  she  has  learnt  scripts  by  heart  and  she  poured  out  emotions  she  doesn’t  naturally  feel  –  and  all  for  the  cameras.  despite  her  notoriety,  barbie  was  only  a  doll.  she  was  manufactured  to  be  kind  and  friendly  and  definitely  not  aware  by  the  reality.  she  was  made  to  give  little  girls  hope  –  and  to  be  played  by  little  girls.  her  knowledge  didn’t  expand  much  further  than  what  a  kid  knows.  there  was  kindness  and  recklessness  and  happiness  and  also  politeness.  cue  the  alarm  that  rings  in  her  mind,  and  she’s  quick  to  follow  up,  ❝  i’m  sorry,  i  completely  forgot  about  introductions.  i’m  barbie!  and  you  are?  ❞

He didn't believe in coincidences.

The thought sent him back to one of his recent bank heists. A very busy day, lots of customers. The whole operation went smoothly, none of the hostages acting foolishly brave, nothing remarkable. Except one thing. The girl looking at him with those enormously big blue eyes. She didn't look scared of him like most kids would. Her gaze was full of sheer curiosity that was impossible to miss in the whimpering crowd. He stopped right in front of the girl crouching a little to her level making her mother scream and pull her daughter closer to her chest. The little girl, though, gave him her most charming smile, a smile that was missing a baby tooth, but pretty nonetheless, and lifted her arms to give him her most prized possession - a Barbie doll.

He mouthed "For me?" and solemnly accepted the gift, throwing the doll in his blue duffel bag on top of the money bills and a couple of guns. In return, he fished a shabby-looking potato peeler out of his pocket and slapped it into the girls tiny hands. "For potatoes." He whispered conspiratorially, making all witnesses watching silently hold their breath. "And skin."

The doll would sit on his desk among various objects cluttering his workspace -- a collection of knives, a map of Gotham, a couple of burner phones, blueprints, duct tape, latest issues of The Gotham Times, a Mehron makeup kit, a bunch of crayons, piles of newspaper and magazine cutouts. He didn't pay much attention to the doll. Sometimes the toy would be tossed aside or fall on the dirty floor during the chaotic energy of his work in progress but life was never meant to be easy even for a doll, now was it?

The moment when he turned around and saw her made him blink. It couldn't be. He couldn't be imagining this. Even her clothes looked similar. He didn't believe in coincidences. He only believed in chaos. He also believed in Gotham. And she provided.

"Well, hello there, beautiful." He gives her his most amiable smile flashing the yellowed teeth. 'The sir' knew every corner of this city like a back of his own hand and he needed to act fast. "This is your lucky day, doll, because I'm headed there myself. Would ya care to join me?"

️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️THIS️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️BARBIE️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️SAYS️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️TAG️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️DROP

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inadmissible. invalid. irrelevant statistic. I MYSELF RAISE THE PERCENTAGE TO AT LEAST 90%

LEAKED ALLAN MOVIE POSTER. justice for allanland @onlyallans

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.

never be embarrassed for being proud of your OC.  never listen to the voices telling you they’re too powerful or too weak,  too angry or too happy,  too hard or too vulnerable,  too strong or not strong enough.  if they are exactly how you intended to create them,  or if they’ve grown beyond what you imagined in a way that makes you happy,  then that’s all that matters.  every published and produced ‘canon’ character is someone’s OC.  you don’t bat an eye at these characters being proclaimed to be powerful.  you don’t bat an eye at them being praised within the text or loved by the writers and fans.  your OC is no different.  there is not any real,  important difference between what you’ve created and what you see on the pages of a book or on a screen.  it’s all of equal value.  it’s all just people telling stories and enjoyment is the only real value.