Alessandra Ambrosio, Joan Smalls, Doutzen Kroes And Hailey Baldwin At The Met Ball By Cass Bird

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!

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?"

Chloe Decker || Lucifer 2x17 

LEAKED ALLAN MOVIE POSTER. justice for allanland @onlyallans

if anyone's been wondering why this barbie blog aesthetic is mostly purple, here's the reason why!

took me some time to make a png out of it and it's not great, but look at my fabulous lil doll!! i wanna buy it so bad, but goddamn isn't it pricey.

BOLD what your muse can  do. italicize what they can do to some extent.

REPOST, don’t reblog.

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | roller skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electrical drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

Tagged By: the owner of this doll @chaoticjoke !

Tagging: @edxmunson , @shesmidge , @astrapink , @tornblackedgcs , @r4chelamber , @cowg1rls , @havvkinsqueen , @swervdcity (for barbies bestie frida) , @earringmagick , @plastink , @justkcn , @kennergy & everyone who sees this

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

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she  listens  carefully,  repeating  the  names  a  couple  times  in  her  mind  –  despite  her  desires  to  become  an  actress,  she's  still  struggling  with  remembering  words.  luckily,  she  has  eddie  by  her  side,  which  is  more  than  she  could've  ever  asked  for.  sure,  there  were  many  important  aspects  she  should  prioritize,  but  the  little  family  she  has  made  along  the  way  –  with  individuals  she  once  passed  as  mere  strangers  –  was  far  beyond  anything  else.  she  offers  a  nod  in  response,  whilst  her  eyes  focused  on  a  dead  point  –  this  phenomena  tends  to  occur  quite  often  lately,  it  seems  –  but  nonetheless,  her  gaze  flickered  back  towards  him.

"  that'd  be  amazing!  "    she  utters,  rims  of  her  pink  pout  twisting  upward,    "  thank  you,  eddie.  but  oh,  i  could  paint  you  cassettes  in  return,  while  you  work  on  the  tracks.  how's  that  sound?  "    she  queries,  taking  one  last  scan  at  eddie  before  immersing  into  her  own  world,  where  ideas  flash  before  her  very  own  eyes  –  barbie  could  customize  some  tapes  for  eddie,  if  he  agrees  to  it.

"  what  was  your  band's  name  again?  "    barbie  could  swear  the  name  had  some  objects  she  could  potentially  use  in  her  little  arts  and  crafts  rendezvous.  "  corroborate  coffee?  "    tonality  reaches  a  high  pitch  as  her  question  comes  to  an  end,  clearly  not  confident  in  her  response.

eddie is immediately caught off guard as her arms wrap around him, freezing for a moment before awkwardly returning the embrace && smiling softly, "no problem." a mumble, as he closely watches her reveal the vibrant cassette. && he's gotta admit, it's impressive, even if it's not exactly his color palette of choice. she's made it her own. "shit, that's pretty cool," eyes lighting up as he gently takes the tape, examining the design like it's a piece of art — it is.

"suggestions?? uh — " maybe throwing out iron maiden && motorhead as suggestions can wait for another day. his personal preference in music is set aside as he thinks of artists catered more to barbie's current taste.

"well, if you end up liking madonna, you'll probably like blondie. they're pretty catchy, actually. && i guess there's the bangles too." even when it's not his own style, he's clearly got a sense of enthusiasm discussing music && recommendations for her. "i could make you one of these." the tape is handed back, not before taking one last glance at her design. "like, custom tracks. && you could paint it, y'know with the artistic flair you've got going on."