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I want everybody who’s calling Ken a Trophy Husband to know that he’s actually a Trophy Boyfriend, because when Ruth Handler invented Ken in the 1960s, she was adamant that he would never marry her and instead be her “handsome steady”, so that Barbie remained a figure of independence for the little girls and was never put in the position of housewife.

Her house is hers. She bought it and furnished it with money she made in her own job. In STEM, in politics, in healthcare, in fashion, in academy, in customer service. Her credit card is in her name (women in the US couldn’t have their own regardless of marital status until 1974). And it’s all pink and fashionable because femininity and badassness aren’t mutually exclusive. No matter who you are, you can be anything.

That’s why Barbie’s slogan is “you can be anything”. Teaching these ideals to little girls is why Barbie was created. Empowering women and empowering femininity is the original meaning of the Barbie doll. It’s not that you have to be all this to be a woman, but if you are all or some of this, you too are awesome.

And somehow pop culture deliberately changed that narrative. Sexualised, bimbofied, and villainised her, when she actually isn’t responsible for the impossible beauty standards — people are, she’s just a stylised, not-to-scale toy like most others.

Men are frothing because he’s just Ken and I guess they were expecting her to be just Barbie, but that’s exactly what Ken is. Canonically. A badass woman’s himbo boyfriend.

This movie has the potential to change the way we collectively see Barbie radically into what Ruth Handler’s intended, I’m so very excited

the spikier a crown is the better it is

see what i mean

rip to jc but this shit rocks

“Rip” haven’t you heard?

Introducing this years new minecraft youtubers

Astronomy I-

Devil May Cry Wolf - Matt Murdock x Mutant Reader [Chapter Thirteen]

Story Synopsis: The first time you jumped, it was 2014 and you were nine years old. You were in the back of your parents’ car — then you were in New York, standing on the street … and it was 1992.

The second time you jumped, it was 1998 and you were fifteen years old. You were heading back home to Saint Agnes after school had ended — and then you were knee-deep in snow, in Russia, in 1970. Outside a Red Room facility.

The third time you jumped, you were twenty-five and had spent ten years training as a Red Room agent. Ten years training your body to use your mutation. Jumping in space was easy — jumping in time was not. But you did it. After ten years, you did it. Now you have to live with the trauma.

Five years later, killing is still the only thing you know how to do, and the only thing you do best. In 2016, a vigilante named Daredevil stops you from killing a man who attacked you. He tells you that you can do better. You think maybe he’s right. But in 2017, Matt Murdock is in the darkest place in his life. When you show up to save him, he’s not exactly grateful. And when he finds out that you’re the best friend he grew up with in Saint Agnes that disappeared almost 20 years ago — things get even more complicated.

You’ll have to drag Matt out of the dark while being jaw-deep in it yourself. And you’ll have to try your best to do better — when Matt is trying his best to do worse.

Chapter Synopsis: Bucky asks you to spare with him; Matt asks you to spar with him. // You get kidnapped.

A/N: This is basically two chapters in one because for some reason I didn’t want to split it and also hey, it’s been a while since I updated so you guys deserve it.

When they weren’t going on missions, the Avengers were usually sparing.

It kept their bodies ready; their minds sharp. At the very least, it did for Bucky, Steve, Nat, and Barton. Stark and Banner had no need to keep their bodies in peak condition, so the two of them stuck to the lab. And Thor didn’t participate on principle. Wouldn’t be a fair fight.

Although that hadn’t stopped Bucky from challenging him in the past. He always lost, though.

But in a weird way, sometimes losing . . . felt good. Sometimes he felt like he won too easily. Like maybe if he had been weaker, maybe he wouldn’t have. . . .

Won too often. Against people who didn’t deserve it.

SLAYYYY I LOVE THIS ONE WIN AFTER THE OTHER

thinking about how good friendship is…..like two people just like each other….and choose over and over to spend time with each other……quite special how diverse human relationships are..every friendship is special and u cant be close friends with everybody…..for some unknown reason certain people just enjoy each other..and i think we take for granted how fantastic that is

My dinnar 💪💯❗💥

This is one of your worst posts yet man

real and true

A Chance At Happily Ever After (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Post-Endgame; Pre FATWS)

Summary: Bucky believes tonight was a mistake. That he doesn't deserve the happy ending his best friend left him to find. But midnight musings lead him to a life changing conclusion.

Warnings: Allusions to Smut; Bucky being self-deprecating.

Author's Note: This started as a 3am idea and I'm pretty proud of how it's turned out. Reader uses She/Her pronouns.

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Bucky swears she can hear his heart thumping in his chest.

He lays amongst the rumpled bed sheets, feeling the sweat cooling on his fevered skin, gazing wide eyed at his ceiling. The window is open and the city sounds bleed into background noise. Born and bred Brooklyn, it soothes him. But does nothing to stop the wild beating of his heart under his ribs.

He can feel the heat from her body radiating beside him and his eyes slide to take in the full expanse of her back. Smooth skin illuminated by the moonlight from his window, the outline of her spine running down the center. If he were younger, from the before time, he might have reached out to trace the lines of her. Maybe allowed himself to curl into her and fold her into his warmth…

A jolt of something that he can’t unravel settles in his stomach and he tries again to calm himself.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, he thinks to himself. Damn you, Steve.

Do you still want to continue reading Bucky Smut from your favourite writers?

To all readers:

I’m sharing this in all the major Bucky Tags so that all of you who love reading for this man can still continue to do so.

Have you noticed many posts aren’t showing up in the tags? Have you noticed that you may be missing posts from your favourite Bucky writers? Well then you may need to change the settings for something called Community Labels!

I won’t go on a long explanation in this post, but you can read THIS post about understanding Community Labels and why they have become a major issue for writers across Tumblr.

How to change settings

— PC

— Mobile

If you still want to be able to read all the smut, fluff, angst, and everything else from your favourite writers, then you need to change your settings.

To all writers:

I’m sharing this in all the Bucky tags because that’s who I write for, but if there are other characters/fandoms that you write (Marvel, DC, BTS, etc.), I would highly recommend you do something similar like this post and share it in all the major tags that you personally use.

Since Community Labels have become such a major issue for us, and Tumblr won’t do anything about it, it’s become our responsibility to share the use and concerns about Community Labels.

I’ll personally be making a post like this 1-2 times a week to hopefully be able to cover a lot of users that have no idea about Labels.

Please reblog this to spread awareness ❤️

14 Wind Turbines Aligned In A Row In Nevada

@missouri-misery don’t leave this in the tags

We just knew.

As a reminder, this is what she looks like:

Also I hope everyone knows that Miette was fostered before she was adopted, and her foster mom loved that little kitten so much and always hoped she’d gone to a good home. this tweet got so popular that she recognized Miette and reached out to her current mom, and was able to share previously unseen baby pictures

You mean, she saw Miette was kicked like the football and did nothing to help put Mother in jail for a thousand years? I am appalled.

her!!!

Baby Miette!!!

Babe wake up new Miette lore just dropped

Your daily dose of cat memes

London mutuals what is there to do that’s cheap and not alcohol based?

bongs at croydon

there’s a bloke at clappham common who will suck your dick for £4.50 hell even play with your balls for an extra quid

I have 0 desire to meet you let alone give you money

£3.50?

tumblr is the best social media because you can just make your posts bigger than everyone elses. like nah look at this one 😤

Reasons you should look at this and not the other parts

Ok, God, I am fucking wheezing, I got trained to work with mice today since I’ll need them for some experiments and the guy who trained me was like, “Yeah ok so if there’s a day where you just absolutely cannot get your mice to cooperate you can always do this” and picks up this cone-shaped bag and just put the mouse face-first into it and shows it to me and I lose my shit because deadass it was a piping-bag of mouse. Like, the whole mouse was pressed into this cone, fur and ears and feet all pressed up against the plastic, tail sticking up absurdly out of the top of the thing. It was so unimaginably fucking funny but like the mouse was perfectly ok with it, there’s a hole for air at the bottom so she could breathe and all but it was genuinely the most absurd thing I have witnessed in months

THIS IS FUCKING IT, IT’S SO FUCKING RIDICULOUS!!!!!

you will be turned to icing if you don’t start acting correctally.

naughty rodents go into the i c i n g c o n e

been reading cicero's rant about words being given obscene meanings and i don't think i've ever seen a latin sentence that made me burst into such immediate and violent laughter before

had a couple people be like "i have no idea what this means" so to clarify: the word penis in latin originally meant tail and only later got the sense of, uh. penis. so this is cicero complaining that nowadays all these hooligans are using the word "penis" for naughty purposes

Thank you for this post, I will be showing it to every boomer who ever complains about how the kids these days are butchering the language.

Our blessed tumblr

A holy site

Nah nah nah, you ain’t hiding this in the tags

Not one of the 7 deadly sins, but a secret 8th sin

“UNHAND ME, SANTA.”

Via @thegallowboob

Giant eagles are such fuckheads I love them, they get hit on the highway a lot because they love eating deer that have been hit by cars but they will literally eat so much THEY CAN’T GET OFF THE GROUND they sit down and eat until they’re too heavy to fly so a car comes by and they try to take off and they’re like ‘fuck FUCK this was fine an hour ago what happened’ bruh you ate half a deer wtf