i made a playlist both for entertainment & for musing purposes.
if you watch the videos, tell me, which barbie are you?
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!
“They called her naive for believing in the good in people. But she was just a loving soul, who thought that even monsters needed someone, who truly believed, they were angels once and they can be it again. And yes, maybe that was naive, but this world needed people like her.”
— Veronika Jensen (via siikens)
♡️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ℬ 𑁊 ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ooc kenergy.
♡️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ℬ 𑁊 isms.
♡️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ℬ 𑁊 visage.
♡️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ℬ 𑁊 memes.
♡️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ℬ 𑁊 headcanons.
♡️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ℬ 𑁊 promotions.
♡️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ℬ 𑁊 interactions ៸ url / name.
♡️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ℬ 𑁊 connections ៸ barbie + name.
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describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. was it good? bad? were they spoiled rotten, ignored? do they still get along now, or no?
as a doll, barbie doesn’t have a mother or a father, she just has… an owner. it could be a little girl or a little boy, it could be an adult, a collector, even you. do you know where your barbie dolls are currently? in a private verse with @chaoticjoke it’s stated that joker’s the owner and from barbie’s perspective, she’s delighted. it makes sense he would be her owner since he has a dramatic flair and a knack for improvising. that being said, her relationship with her owner, no matter who it is, is all good. even when she’s ignored, tossed aside and forgotten. she deems her human as good and perfect for her. she doesn’t have a moral compass — she knows some stuff, but that doesn’t cover the tip of the iceberg that is humanity (and its fuckedup-ness) — therefore she will accept about anything and believe if someone, especially her owner, says that something is right, even if it’s socially accepted as wrong / deviant, you name it.
as a human, barbie was (and still is) a spoiled brat, dearly loved by her parents. she’s the oldest among five siblings and you guessed it, she loves them too. meanwhile there was no difference in the way the parents treated their children, barbie did always wonder whether or not she was enough. this jealousy plays a huge role in her path towards stardom, which was a way of showing off, or better said, standing out among her siblings. but she didn’t hold grudges with her siblings, it was their parents that she had mixed feelings about. anytime she got off filming, she would visit her siblings and spend quality time with them. to put it in other, simpler words : barbie had a great relationship with both her mother and father, she was spoiled and they still get along. and also, she’s got the oldest child syndrome. it’s important to note that outside barbieworld, she’s a flawed human with obsessions, needs etc.
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 ??? ”