one of my greatest pet peeves in fiction, and it is truly stupid I know, is that no one seems to understand how genuinely hard it is to kill someone via stabbing. stab wounds have a mortality rate of like 5%. especially abdominal stabbing. tv shows and movies show dudes getting stabbed one time in the lower abdomen with a tiny knife and then they fall over. like what did he die of precisely. that man died of Small Knife
once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see
my bf has many interesting stories and observations from his new job as a 911 operator
my favorite is how meandering people are, even in the midst of a terrible emergency
they respond to “what is the emergency” with “well, the thing is, four weeks ago–”
and then he’s like “WHAT IS THE EMERGENCY RIGHT NOW”
and they’re like “so what happened this morning was, i said to my wife, i said–”
“WHAT IS CURRENTLY HAPPENING AT THIS MOMENT”
“oh i’m having a heart attack”
my second favorite is how specific he has to get sometimes
like, “what is your emergency?”
“i’m sitting in a pool of blood.”
“… is it… your blood?”
“yes i think so”
“do you know where it’s coming from?”
“probably the stab wound”
“have you been stabbed?”
“oh yah definitely”
not now sweetie mommy’s bearing the curse.
i love the fact that Weird Barbie is weird.
And I mean this in the sense that, they show the impact the real world has had on this toy, this inanimate object that those playing with viewed as devoid of emotion, incomprehensibly inhuman.
But the alterations, the pain she’s endured has stuck with her, become a part of her. People label her by her struggles, by what she’s been through. Externally, she is different, and it doesn’t matter how she feels internally because she will forever be labeled by her struggles.
She’s embraced it and she’s accepted this piece of herself as a whole, even helping those who perceive themselves as “weird” or “malfunctioning”. She knows how it feels to be out of place, to be thought of in this negative light because you don’t adhere to how Barbie is meant to be — perfect.
She has struggled and her struggles make her wonderful, make her the person she is, that is her real beauty
Yet in the end, Weird Barbie is as much a Barbie as anyone else, as much an embodiment of perfect as one can hope to achieve.
Barbie is Barbie, and no matter her struggles, she is perfect as she is, because perfection is a state of mind. Perfection is what you make it. It is flaws, it is pain and tears. But it also love, it is light and it the happiness you feel knowing you are with flaw — but flaw is what makes you unapologetically yourself, it is what makes you Barbie.
Thank you Greta.
Mammon: *with a walkie talkie following Belphie* The cow is out of the farm I repeat the cow is...
Belphie: *Taking the walkie talkie* THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?
MC: *on the other side of walkie talkie* I am scared of you so Mammon keeps me updated to know if I leave my room or not
Belphie: I am not going to hurt you
MC: bitch you said the same and killed me I ain't risking it again
i’m just a bitch with bad posture and an irregular sleeping schedule