THE O.C. ( 2003 - 2007 ) ↳ Season 2 Episode 21

heart goes:: pound pound pound.

Hieu Minh Nguyen, from Not Here; “Elegy for the First”

[Text ID: “once, I ran, face first, into a mirror / because I didn’t / recognize / my reflection, because I didn’t see a / reflection at all.”]

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b 𑁊 barbie world by nicki minaj ft. ice spice 4 𑁊 4 minutes by madonna ft. justin timberlake r 𑁊 ready for it? by taylor swift b 𑁊 boss bitch by doja cat i 𑁊 i'm just ken by ryan gosling e 𑁊 easier by masionair r 𑁊 running up that hill by kate bush o 𑁊 ocean eyes by billie eilish b 𑁊 break your heart by taio cruz ft. ludracris e 𑁊 enemy by imagine dragons ft. jid r 𑁊 ready or not by bridgit mendler t 𑁊 thank u next by ariana grande s 𑁊 s & m by rihanna

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tagging: keep the thievery going

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.

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.

KEN CARSON : this is unlogical and does not make any sense!

dolled  gaze  flickers  back  and  forth  between  ken  and  the  smartphone  device  in  her  hands.  while  it  was  true  there  were  more  question  marks  arising  than  definitive  answer,  this  device  seemed  pretty  cool.  hence  why  barbie  had  to  show  @setkenoff.    "  i  get  it,  but  look!  "    she  exclaims,  slender  digits  clicking  on  the  screen  until  she  finally  ended  up  where  she  intended.    "  here!  you  can  see  yourself  in  this!  it's  like  a  mirror.  that  mirrors  you!  "    she's  now  shoving  the  smartphone  near  his  face.  the  app  she  was  trying  to  show  him  was  a  mere  camera,  which  all  smartphones  were  equipped  with.

alas,  barbie  had  no  prior  knowledge  to  such  matters,  but  she  found  this  aspect  too  intriguing  not  to  share  the  news  with  someone  else.  there  were  many  things  that  made  no  sense  out  there  in  the  real  world  —  but  luckily,  some  of  them  she  could  enjoy  nonetheless.  barbie  shifts  her  frame  close  to  ken,  making  a  peace  sign  with  her  free  hand.    "  smile!  "    she  cheered,  ready  to  press  the  button  to  take  a  picture.  who'd  knew  taking  pictures  became  so  easy?  not  this  barbie  for  sure!

and…  snap!  she  took  a  picture  just  by  pressing  a  button.  how  fascinating  is  that?!  she  searches  for  the  funny  button  entitled  gallery  and,  eventually,  shows  him  the  final  product.    "  see!  look  at  us!  we're  in  here  now!  "    index  pointed  at  the  screen.

BECKETT ' TEDDY ' PIKE [ PLAYED BY @midfie1der ] : i don't know how else to ask you.

what  a  bliss,  to  be  beside  someone  who  sees  beyond  the  external  appearance.  he  sees  right  through  her.  or  perhaps,  she  has  lowered  her  guard  on  purpose.  letting  someone  in  was  always  the  hardest  part.  but  barbie  learned  that  she  could  trust  some  individuals.  it’s  true  what  they  say  —  trust  is  either  earned  or  given  freely.  only  that  she  did  both,  simultaneously.  ceruleans  stare  at  her  own  reflection  in  the  mirror  as  she  made  the  last  touch  ups.  perfection  was  achieved  through  hard  labor,  that  much  she  knew.  seemingly  in  a  trance,  trying  to  pick  out  any  flaw  that  wasn’t  apparent  in  the  first  place.  if  one’s  broken  on  the  inside,  the  least  they  can  do  is  look  perfect  on  the  outside.  it  was  his  voice  that  brought  her  back  to  reality,  shattering  the  illusion  she’s  drawn  herself.  cue  a  twirl,  breaking  all  contact  with  that  damned  mirror,  now  gazing  at  teddy.  with  swift  motions  towards  him,  she  found  herself  standing  right  in  front  of  teddy.  head  slanted  to  the  side  as  she  sways  in  her  place,  all  attention  focused  on  him.  ❝  ask  me  …  what  exactly?  ❞    honey  dripped  tone  as  she  queried,  admittedly  bewildered  by  what  he  meant.  a  soft  chuckle  passed  pink  lips  as  she  sketched  a  smile.  barbie  was  on  edge,  curiosity  taking  toll  over  her  frame.  with  each  second  growing  more  and  more  impatient.    ❝  c’mon  it’s  not  nice  to  keep  a  gal  waiting!  ❞    she  uttered,  in  a  feeble  attempt  at  calming  her  own  nerves.  something  about  the  unknown  terrified  the  living  hell  out  of  her,  though  she’d  never  admit  it  out  loud.

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what  are  your  character's  most  prominent  physical  feature ; i refuse to write just 1 so here u go

eyes    :    she  has  cerulean  eyes,  a  mesmerizing  shade  of  blue  reminiscent  of  a  tranquil  ocean  on  a  cloudless  day.  they  possess  a  clarity  that  hints  at  untold  secrets  kept  only  by  the  stationary  waters  of  a  pristine  lake.  flecks  of  azure  and  turquoise  dancing  within  the  irises,  like  ripples  of  light  playing  upon  the  water’s  surface.  but  it’s  not  the  color  that  makes  them  remarkable;  it’s  the  soulful  depth  within  them.  they  hold  stories  untold,  emotions  unspoken  and  dreams  yet  to  be  realized.  when  those  ceruleans  eyes  meet  another’s,  it’s  as  if  they  could  pierce  through  the  facade  and  lay  bare  the  very  essence  of  one’s  being,  an  invitation  to  share  the  profound  beauty  and  the  utter  ugliness  in  the  world.

ever  heard  of  the  saying  eyes  are  the  windows  to  one’s  soul?  that’s  right,  i’m  using  that  cliche  to  describe  barbie.  why  you  may  ask.  well,  you  see,  since  barbie’s  job  is  acting,  she  focuses  on  selling  a  message  with  her  eyes.  whether  or  not  she’s  sad  or  happy  or  thrilled  or  in  agony,  you  name  the  emotion.  it’s  important  to  note  that,  since  her  eyes  are  in  the  brighter  spectrum,  pupil  dilation  becomes  more  prominent,  which  can  easily  showcase  how  she  truly  feels.  at  least  for  the  stronger  emotions,  in  which  pupils  dilate.  to  be  more  cliche,  think  about  falling  in  love  or  being  angry.  you  can  spot  the  truth  in  the  pupil  dilation.

hair    :    she  has  blonde  hair,  its  hue  reminiscent  of  gilded  silk.  from  the  root  to  the  tips,  strands  of  sun-kissed  blonde  wove  the  memories  of  summer  sunrises,  where  golden  tendrils  glistened  like  morning  dew,  with  hints  of  platinum  that  reflect  in  the  sunlight.  the  texture  smooth  as  the  finest  silk,  yet  soft  as  a  whispered  promise.  each  strand  cascading  down  her  shoulders  with  a  luxurious  embrace.  she  wears  it  in  loose  waves  that  tumbles  down  with  effortless  grace  or  in  a  half  up  half  down  manner,  adorned  with  a  silk  ribbon  that  weaves  its  way  through  her  hair.  but  do  not  be  fooled  by  this  appearance,  for  it  is  artificial.  her  natural  hair,  a  light  chestnut  brown  in  stark  contrast  to  the  golden  silk  she  currently  presents  the  world.  

to  be  honest  with  you,  my  main  source  for  the  dyed  hair  and  why  it  is  important  to  me  comes  from  batman  the  animated  series.  to  quote  harley  quinn,  you  thought  i  was  just  another  bubble-headed  blond  bimbo!  well,  the  joke's  on  you,  ‘cause  i’m  not  even  a  real  blonde.  that,  to  me,  screams  barbie.  also,  marilyn  monroe  is  a  big  inspiration  to  both  barbie  and  i!  hence  why  she’d  want  to  look  like  marilyn  by  dying  her  hair  blonde,  basically  walking  into  marilyn  steps  as  she  too  dyed  her  hair,  only  that  from  red  to  blonde.