Idk just the pure joy of walking into the theatre plaza, seeing so many people wearing all pink/black, taking group photos and still smiling after the flash goes off, yelling “hi, Barbie!!” at complete strangers, hearing the word “Barbie” every second from so many different voices deep in conversation, and feeling the excited buzz from people leaving the theatre talking about the movie, just hits me in a hope-and-love-for-humanity kind of way I haven’t experienced in years.

The Barbie movie reminded me about how when I was little my parents were upset that I kept making my Barbie dolls kiss, so they bought me a Ken doll. The next day they found me having a funeral for poor Ken in the garden, he had died of tuberculosis. All the Barbies were in attendance and I buried him under our rose bush. The Barbies were too poor to afford a headstone (it was 1875) so I didn’t mark where the grave was and I never could find him again. He’s probably still there.

Do u guys ever think about dying?

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dr who showrunners when they introduce a new female character:

Ken is a horse girl, bless 🫶

Is this anything?

The hanged man tarot card can often symbolize wisdom and enlightenment through sacrifice. Thought it was fitting for Barbie :)

The only valid method acting is whatever the hell Ryan Gosling did to embody Ken. Anything else is unacceptable.

okay so turns out that the barbie movie is actually a nuanced examination of womanhood and the roles of women within the patriarchy and how difficult it is to achieve self actualisation in a system that actively works against your success. and also how kens can achieve self actualisation via dance sequence

this fucks

I can feel The dryness of those markers in my bones

Fun fact those dry markers were supposed to have water put into them to make them work. You take off the bottom thing and pour water in and bam, instant marker success. Only learned about this four years after I’d lost my set 🙃

WHAT

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Hey. Reblog to save some poor kid lots of grief.

Fucking what?!

Every ‘90s child on Tumblr raises their head in outrage.

I just stood up so fast and snatched mine out of my closet brb going to the sink

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

OH MY GOD

I've been rereading some of my old travel diaries from my early 20's, and one of them seriously reads like a slow-burn fanfic. I was on tour with a small indie band and there was a cute guy my age traveling with the band. And we spent two weeks "accidentally" hanging out and sitting close to each other at the merch table in smoky bars and reading Tolkien poetry to each other and taking walks at the beach and sharing food and stargazing and sleeping next to each other on living room floors and giving each other back rubs and talking late into the night gazing into each other's eyes.

We never kissed. We never even held hands. I pretended to fall asleep on his shoulder once in the car, and one day I gave him a little kiss on the cheek. And that was it. We said goodbye two weeks later and we both thought it was forever and I pined so hard that I threw up.

A month later he sent me an apologetic letter saying that he was sorry for being so presumptuous when I clearly had no romantic interest in him, but that he had to be honest that he was in love with me. And I was like, "What?! He was in love with me this whole time???"

So yeah, we're married now (celebrated ten years last autumn) but if you're ever wondering if your slow-burn fic is too slow, or that your characters are too oblivious, just remember me and my now-spouse mutually pining over each other every single second of the day for two weeks without ever saying a word to each other about how we felt. I was reading my own diary yelling, "JUST KISS HIM ALREADY!"

Without hyperbole government offices that take half an hour of waiting to get anywhere and close at 4pm are are a form of oppression against the working class

This was meant to be a guilt pleasure vid, never to be shared, but seeing as Barbie has just come out, here’s Torchwood meets Barbie: Princess and the Pauper. You have been warned.

(re-uploaded in a different format that's better quality but doesn't always show in tags)

Despite the fact that he is a cop, i just love Andy from torchwood. He was just a neat regular side character in the TV series but thanks to Big finish he manages to be

- a main character in stories set in the 50s

-an eighth doctor companion

- Yvonne hartman's boyfriend

- having more torchwood stories than most of the main characters

Not Bad for a character who's point was that he was jealous of his friend's involvement with aliens

“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

An actual World Heritage Post

how does this post not have a million notes but anyone online can quote it

one week until ten years of Spiders Georg