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#barbie

What About The Kens?

I'm already seeing guys complain about the Barbie movie end, how they wanted Kens to be equal in Barbieland but were only given a small part on the Cabinet.

That's the point.

You're meant to feel bad for the Kens. Believe me, women aren't partying over the 'Returns to Matriarch' ending. Some will be, but the ones who also clocked the meaning behind it won't. Most women will also feel bad for Kens. Because it's an exact parallel to how women are treated in reality.

Men, you're meant to be upset. You're meant to question it. Because you're meant to feel it, and feel what that is like, so you can finally understand women. You're upset at seeing it in a movie, now imagine living it in reality. That's being a woman.

Kens were shit on so you could feel what it was like for women this entire time. Kens were being used as a placement so you could see yourself in a woman's shoes. A world dominated by the opposite sex. When Ken leaves, and sees male presidents (All men) for the first time, men being doctors and lawyers, etc, realising he is more than just a prop for Barbie, that was on purpose. Because that is the feeling that Barbie gave to women. It's why you cheer for him at first before he goes a little overboard.

It's exactly why the real world was an exaggerated Partriarchy and Barbieland an exaggerated Matriarchy. Neither wins. Neither is equal. None of them change for the better. It's why you should want women in the real world to be respected, and Kens in Barbieland to be respected.

The thing is, women also didn't win. Not in the real world. In Barbieland, yes, but not anywhere else. The real world didn't change. But you didn't notice, did you? That Gloria (The mother that helped Barbie) also didn't get a position on the Mattel board? It was still all men? Her idea was ignored until it made a profit, and the men will likely get the credit? She'll still just be the receptionist? The women representing the real world didn't get anymore opportunities, neither did the men in Barbieland.

I was hoping that Gloria would be offered a position on the board, and that the Barbie Cabinet would introduce another entire Cabinet to represent the Kens, but neither happened. They're complete mirrors.

But which one did you actually notice? Which did you actually care about? Now tell me again the ending was unfair. Because it was. For both parties. That's the point.

The difference is, Barbieland is fictional. You will walk out of the theatre with the reassurance that at least it's not real. Women won't. Women can't. Companies not giving women equal opportunities or voices isn't fictional, and that was just one example. There are no women presidents (USA at least) for us to go look at in the real world. We don't have somewhere to go to realise it could be different for us like Ken did. Barbie and make believe is all we had when we were kids, or even now.

You're supposed to be mad, just not at the movie.

VVOK 2023ss lookbook*°:⋆ₓₒ

kids were roleplaying with minecraft figurines and one of them had their figure go up to the other and say “i’m in love with you” and the other one replied “sword slash to the chest. and you’re on fire”

Affirmations for each of the four elements

Fire (Associated with passion, energy, and transformation):

I am a powerful creator, and my passion fuels my success.

I embrace change and transform challenges into opportunities.

I radiate confidence and inspire those around me.

My inner fire burns brightly, igniting my purpose and motivation.

I am courageous and take bold action to achieve my goals.

Earth (Associated with stability, grounding, and abundance):

I am deeply rooted like a strong tree, grounded in the present moment.

Abundance flows effortlessly into my life, and I am grateful for all that I have.

I trust in the process of life and have unwavering faith in my journey.

I am resilient and adaptable, finding strength in the face of challenges.

I create a solid foundation for my dreams and manifest them with ease.

Air (Associated with intellect, communication, and mental clarity):

My thoughts are clear, and my mind is focused on my highest good.

I express myself confidently and communicate my ideas with clarity.

I embrace curiosity and open myself to new perspectives and knowledge.

I breathe in fresh inspiration and release any mental clutter.

I am in tune with my intuition, and it guides me in making wise decisions.

Water (Associated with emotions, intuition, and healing):

I flow with the rhythm of life, embracing the ever-changing tides of emotions.

My intuition is a guiding force, leading me to make choices aligned with my soul.

I am connected to the healing power of water, cleansing and renewing my spirit.

Love and compassion flow through me, nurturing myself and others.

I release any emotional baggage and allow forgiveness and healing to take place.

Feel free to personalize these affirmations or create your own based on your relationship with each element and your specific intentions. Repeat them regularly with belief and conviction to strengthen your connection with the elemental energies.

Demn

Someone needs to inform the (rightly) pro-piracy tumblr users that it is no longer 2014 and some of the services they are recommending will turn ur computer in a broken microwave that serves bitcoins to shitheads.

A Shade of Rose: The First Time / Chapter 2

Catch up: Prologue - Chapter 1

Adam’s POV

“Taylor, nothing is wrong,” I responded as I touched her face that had bowed to despair.

I caressed her cheek and gazed into her eyes, attempting to reassure her. There were words I had wanted to speak since the moment our eyes linked. My head echoed the words every moment we were together, every time I kissed her goodbye and at the conclusion of every call.

I had not known her for long but why did time have to dictate the rules? Time stood motionless when we were together anyway.

“There’s something I have wanted to tell you, for a little bit I suppose,” I murmured.

I swallowed to steady my voice, as Taylor’s ocean blue eyes seemed to read my soul. She had seized my mind, she was all I thought about, and I could not recall what my mind surrendered to before her.

I scooted up against her bed frame, pulling her with me. I smirked as I noticed her small hand was wrapped around my index finger, holding on so securely. It was moments like this that I realized how I craved to protect her, she was brave and free but she was so delicate and complex.

“I want you to know that…” I began as I took both her hands in mine.

I met her eyes and she bit her lip in apprehension. That lip bite was one of my favorite things I have ever seen and I did not want to go a day without witnessing it again. I chuckled to myself, breaking her uneasiness.

“Why are you laughing?” she questioned as a smile swept across her face.

I shook my head unable to find the group of words to explain my sudden emotion. I found her eyes again and the words flowed out.

“Taylor, I love you,” I assured. “I know that our time together has been brief but I know that this is real. I wanted to tell you in the perfect way, in a creative approach, at the best time but there is no such thing because there could not be a moment created worthy enough to express how lovely you are, how much I love you.”

Taylor’s POV

My mind sprinted, attempting to process the words that had escaped his mouth so boldly.

“You… you love me?” I asked as I pulled my hands out of his in trepidation.

I had known him for such a brief time, yet he was so assertive in his announcement, making me question his motives.

“I do,” he beamed. “I know you probably were not expecting this and I do not presume you to say it back but I am weary from saying it in my head, the words have been trapped in there since…. Well since the day we met.  I always knew and this feeling, I have never felt anything like it. I never want it to leave, for you to leave. I love you, Taylor.”

I stared into his eyes, searching for flickers of insincerity but just as before, all I found was truth. I contemplated then thrust the anxieties aside, appreciating what I had also known to be true.

“I love you too,” I gushed. “I love you a lot.”

As the words departed my mouth, I extended my arms out to Adam having overcome with emotion. He pulled me into him, cradling me against him in an impeccable fit.

I giggled and wrapped my arm around Adam’s neck, only allowing myself to feel the chaste bliss of this magical moment.

“You love me, Taylor?” he suspected as a smile continued to linger on his face.

“I love you lots,” I announced. “Lots and lots and lots and lots…”

Adam’s lips compressed into mine, abruptly halting my words. His hand met my chin and I sunk further into him, imploring for more. We spent an unannounced time innocently exploring each other’s lips before Adam pulled away.

“Taylor, I love you,” he whispered as he kissed my forehead.

Our foreheads touched and he moved his hands gently through my hair, tolerantly waiting for me to respond as I gathered my thoughts.

“I love you too, Adam,” I echoed. “I swear… I love you so much.”

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “I’ve never seen anything as lovely as you.”

I blushed and bit my lip, tilting my head down and giggling at his words.

“I am serious, Taylor,” he continued. “I am going to tell you that every day so you best get used to it.”

I gazed up to Adam and he had the most endearing look on his face. I touched the scruff on his face, then his broad shoulder before placing my arms around his neck. I wanted to remember this moment, the way it felt and the way it looked. Time was fleeting but I was going to cherish this twinkling for as long as I could.  

Adam’s POV

As Taylor drifted in my lap, I continued to beam. I loved this woman and she loved me too. I had always felt it but saying it to her and hearing her response back, was more gratifying that I could have ever imagined.

I continued to rub her back and cradle her in my arms as our conversation concluded, held hostage by Taylor’s exhaustion.  

I contemplated before gently laying her on the bed, then sliding between the icy sheets myself. Instantaneously, she positioned herself on my chest, mumbling inexplicable words.

I embraced her to my chest, and listened to her steady breathing. Tranquility engulfed the room, as everything seemed to be faultless in this dwelling.

“Adam,” she whispered. “Adam?”

“Yes, Taylor?” I questioned, unaware that she had woken up.

“No one has ever told me that before, you are the first person to be in love with me,” she revealed. “You are also the only person… that I have ever been in love with.”

I kissed her head and she repositioned herself to look up at me with glimmering eyes.

“I love you very much, Adam,” she notified. “Thanks for loving me too.”

A tear leaked from her eye as the words exited her mouth. I brushed it aside, instantly cracking from her emotion, which was all in all, my emotion too.

“Taylor, it is so effortless to love you. It is an honor, and I love you so,” I marveled.

She nodded, before melting back into my chest and drifting into serenity.

My head whirled with an additional realization.

I did not want to be solely the first person Taylor had ever loved; I wanted to be the last.

***Hope you all enjoyed the long awaited Chapter 2! If this gets more than 100 notes, I will post Chapter 3 on Friday, otherwise it will be posted this Saturday! (Good luck to you all that want it Friday!) As always, let me know your thoughts! I love hearing your feedback, theories, suggestions and all!

please write anything w grumprry x sunshine. Ik I’ll love it no matter what🙃

thank u for your request! this trope never ever ever gets old | grump!harry , fluff

Harry sleeps on his front with his arms stretched underneath his pillow and the sheets resting low on his naked waist. You stand in the doorframe of his bedroom, excitedly holding a tray of breakfast made just for him, trying to decide the best way to wake him up. Gently placing the tray on his dresser, you grin as you climb onto the bed and straddle his waist.

He stirs slightly, groaning into the pillow but not waking up. You lean over and kiss up his spine, hair tickling his skin. “What’re you doin’?” He grumbles, voice thick and gravelly. It makes your body tingle.

“Rise and shine!” You bury your face into his neck and bite down softly. Harry groans again but doesn’t move, secretly amused by your odd behaviour. Biting him isn’t exactly a new experience. “If you don’t wake up right now, the chomp monster is going to keep biting you,” you giggle, angling your head slightly and biting him a little closer to his shoulder.

Harry shifts, turning so you fall onto the mattress and your game is over. His tired eyes watch your face as he holds his body up above you. “Stop being such a menace,” he grouses, voice slower than usual.

“But I was having fun,” you pout, hands smoothing over his shoulders and into his hair. Your teeth marks on his neck fade quickly. Harry dips down and nips at your bottom lip hard. You squeal and lift your knee up, nearly catching him in an unfortunate place.

“See?” He says, face hovering centimetres from yours. “S’not very nice, is it?”

But you don’t want to give in. “I don’t know, I kinda liked it.” You bring your legs up around his waist and try to pull him into you. Of course he doesn’t budge.

“You kinda liked it?” He does it again, even harder, and you’ll admit it hurts a little.

“Okay! I don’t like it, ow.” You pull away frowning. “I didn’t bite you that hard.”

This pulls a wry smile from Harry. “Shouldn’t start something you can’t finish, my love,” as he finally gives you a proper kiss, the way he intends on waking up every morning. You try to pretend you’re upset with him but it doesn’t last, not even for a second, as he smooths his soft lips against yours and down your jaw to your neck. You melt into his touch, hands threading through his hair lovingly and feeling the world around you disappear.

He lets you reach that fuzzy place, chest swarming with satisfaction at every content sigh that slips from your mouth. And then he squeezes your waist. Enough to make you jump—and your mind isn’t quick enough to piece together what he’s doing until he’s squeezing again and you’re writhing under him, tortured laughs being forced from your mouth. His hands move all over your body, familiar with every part of you that is ticklish. Glimpses you catch through your clenched eyes show that Harry barely looks affected, curled lips the only indication that he’s having fun. It makes it all the more agonising as you suffer under his hands whilst he shows no sign that he’s doing anything.

You grasp at his hands desperately. “Please! Stop—please!” You’re laughing but it’s your body betraying you. Harry doesn’t look like he’s going to listen but then you remember the reason you woke him up in the first place. “I made you breakfast!” It comes out almost like a sob—a breathy, sad sob as all the air in your lungs is sucked out of you. His hands halt and you breathe in heavily, mouth turned into a frown.

“Did you now?” Harry hums, sitting back and letting you relax. He scratches at his chin and looks down at you, eyes thoughtful. You get up, pout still present as you present him with the tray. “Look at that.” He smiles again, reaching his eyes. “Treating me the way I deserve, huh?” Harry teases, accepting the tray as he sits back against the pillows.

You scowl. “Not anymore.”

“You started it, love. Bit me like a needy puppy.”

“You bit me and tickled me!” You huff, sitting on your knees next to him with wide eyes. He thinks you look so sweet—and a little bit pitiful.

“Mm, but you still started it, didn’t you?” Harry takes a long swig from the cup of coffee that’s cooling down fast.

“But breakfast,” you gesture to his lap and his eyes soften, knowing how happy it makes you to show your love this way.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Your eyes immediately sparkle and he holds a slice of toast in front of your mouth for you to take a little bite.

“But tell the chomp monster that I can be very mean when I want to be.”

sleepover tag!

#asexual #love #story

I love your writing. If you want to, could you write something about an asexual hero x incubus/succubus.

"How come you're not trying to seduce me?"

"Excuse me?" The incubus turned to face them. He really did look like the kind of fairytale that ended up in broken hearts; too beautiful to be quite believable.

The protagonist swallowed. "How come you're not trying to seduce me?"

"...you're asexual. You're not going to be seduced by me. You're not going to be dinner."

"Some asexual people are very sex positive, I'll have you know. Big libido. All the kinky fantasies. Love all the incubi fun times."

"Are you one of those asexual people?"

"I'm just saying, it would be nice to get a bit of effort. I'm supposed to be your date tonight."

The incubus blinked.

"Just forget it!" the protagonist snapped.

"Are you feeling neglected?"

"I said forget it."

"Because I can certainly try and seduce you." The incubi's voice switched tone entirely; a rough octave drop perfect-made for silken sheets and slips. His hand pressed warm against the protagonist's waist, drawing them in, strong and sure.

The protagonist's breath caught because - well, sex was sex, but this. The electricity. The possibility. The giddy, intoxicating feeling of being the only thing that those eyes wanted to see, above everything else in the room.

The incubus could have anyone they wanted. It was stupid. It was embarrassing. They never should have said anything.

God, they wanted more of it.

They wanted the incubus to pick them out of a crowd and lead them onto the dance floor. They wanted the dips and the romance; the roses and all of their thorns.

They wanted everyone's eyes to stop skimming over them, the second they heard the word 'asexual', and they knew that was wrong but...

The incubi's lips dragged hot against their throat, pressing against the shell of their ear.

"The problem," the incubus murmured, "is that I rather like you, and I'd rather not kill you."

It snapped them out of the fantasy to - to the incubus's eyes, warm and amused and something else entirely. To the kindling-curl of the incubus's lip, dragging the protagonist's mouth helplessly up into a matching smile.

"You like me?" the protagonist managed.

"I invited you here."

"I just thought you wanted a buffer. Someone who didn't helplessly throw themselves at you."

The incubi raised a brow. "And that pique of...whatever that was...was you being totally cool and not desiring me in anyway whatsoever?"

The protagonist opened their mouth. They closed it. They wanted the floor to swallow them. "Well, I still don't want to sleep with you!"

"Well, thank god," the incubi replied. He flipped the protagonist's hand, pressing a kiss to their knuckles, holding their eyes. "Now come dance. We've got a scheme to foil, don't we, my hero?"

My hero. They could get entirely too used to that. The incubus looked like he knew that.

"You're a bastard," the protagonist said.

"Mm. And you're seduced." The incubus's grin was a wicked, entirely delighted thing.

"Such a bastard."

The incubus winked, and dragged them out onto the dance floor.

At least for the night, for five minutes, the protagonist felt like the story they'd always wanted to be.

#wholesome

they need to invent a food that i do not have to do any work to prepare and also is cheap and also is nutritious and also tastes good and also that doesn’t hurt my tummy

#cat #tetris

Aww look at this cutie ♡

#march #springseason

march looks a lot like

consistent skincare routines, healthier meals, being more active, opening the windows to let in the fresh air, crisp new book pages, green juices, smoothies, daily walks, journaling, meditation, prayer, positive thinking, affirmations, mirror work, spending time with amazing people, vision boards, stretching, burning candles that smells like spring, buying flowers, planting something special, baking, picnics, feeding ducks, going to the fresh market, visiting local farms, going on a bike ride, sunshine, clean products, enjoying personal time, trying new cafes, studying, working on self-development projects, spring cleaning, spending more time in nature, thriving in femininity and stillness, seeing the bunnies in the grass, going to bed early and waking up early, listening to smaller musicians and bands, trying different things, new bedsheets, new pillows, massages, stargazing, listening to the birds, dancing in the rain, unplugging, and allowing spring to be the season of true mental growth.

“She was a storm. Not the kind you run from. The kind you chase.”

— r.h.sin

SERIOUS ZIZIFEI 23SS*°:⋆ₓₒ

Yes he is def delusional but it is also because we are used to seeing guys dress a certain way from ages, i believe with fluid fashion, men's makeup, things are going to change so much and not all are ready for it.

i think f1nn5ter makes a lot of people more uncomfortable than drag does because they cant dismiss what he does as ironic and therefore nonthreatening. it isnt a parody of femininity, its legitimately looking like a woman while being fully a man and it scares people.

he represents all the fears cis people have of not being able to tell if somebody is trans, and hes living proof that humans are not nearly as dimorphic as they like to think.

“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”

— Rumi

Fake it until you make it lads

Your life is nothing but a reflection of your mind. If you want to change things, change thoughts.

People say I am cute and nice. Also fellas I am famous in ma college but why do keep attracting wrong or average boys.

Sometimes it's sad sometimes it's exciting to be single

When will a decent guy ask me out.😩

#single #sometimeslonely #boys #girls