But I Knew How To Dress It Up

I love you "boring" female characters. I love you ingenues. I love you female characters who aren't "modern" enough. I love you female characters who aren't "badass" enough. iI love you female characters who aren't "empowering" enough. I love you quiet female characters. I love you unappreciated female characters. I love you polite female characters. I love you female characters who "can't appeal to modern audiences." I love you frightened female characters. I love you female characters labeled as not complex just for being nice. I love you female characters who get criticism just for not being their tomboy or femme fatale counterpart. I love you silk hiding steel trope.

–– Is holding grudges now an art?

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.

Cuz everybody's got a VICE && in the end that's our DEMISE.

hi barbies (all genders included) i was thinking about remaking the graphics and so far i have just one thing done. i do want to hear your opinion so here's a poll! below the cut is the potential new pinned!

Send in 💗 for me to use a love meter to check the compatibility of our muses. [Site]

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?  "

warning : cemetery mention , church mention , death related stuff

i have to go to the church and the cemetery. and here i am writing barbie. writing her does ease the mind. this time of the year is a mess lmao. i will bother u some more later, after i come back.

barbie's  quick  to  retract  her  hands,  keeping  them  unclenched  in  defense.  charlie  was  right,  his  hair  seemed  to  have  his  own  personality.  but  nothing  some  styling  gel  couldn't  fix.    "  i'm  sorry,  i  didn't  know  that.  i  just  thought  you  were  ticklish  or  something  …  "    she  didn't  think  that  far,  nor  did  she  ask  him  –  she  just  went  for  it.  and  she  came  to  regret  it.  but  better  sooner  than  later.    "  okay,  we  still  got  this.  you  take  the  gel  in  your  hands  and  rub  it  while  i  go  search  for  a  mirror.  you'll  love  the  final  look,  i  promise!  "    she  barely  finishes  her  sentence  and  she's  already  trailing  off  to  another  room,  to  search  for  the  aforementioned  object.    "  there!  "    she  practically  yells  from  the  other  room.

"  i'll  hold  the  mirror  and  all  you  gotta  do  is  push  the  left  side  to  the  back  and  the  right  side  forward  to  your  face.  i  saw  this  look  in  a  magazine  and  i  swear  it  can  turn  any  man  into  a  heartbreaker.  "  

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.