Believe It Or Not, You're The Most Important Person In Your Own Life. You Are Who You've Woken Up To
Believe it or not, you're the most important person in your own life. You are who you've woken up to and gone to bed with every day since you were little. You've made your bed and snuggled in it after bad days. You've made yourself treats, just 'cus. You've kept going on bad days, wiped tears off your cheeks and have said "I've got this," before doing things that may be a little nerve wracking. You've tried your best and picked yourself up every time you've stumbled! That's strength. That's amazing and should be celebrated with a sweet and some you time. I know I'm here to celebrate you and your strength as well, friend! Keep that chin up this week. August is trucking along! - ♡♡ Victoria
“Because,” she said, “when you're scared but you still do it anyway, that's brave.”— Coraline, Neil Gaiman
thank you so much for all of this vic <3 your little messages have a special place in my heart ( and have had for a while now ) you're such a sweet person words cannot properly describe it . i'm glad to have met you & now you're not getting rid of me . i love you 😤💜
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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?"
doe eyes flicker to carefully analyze his technique — it was impressive, but the hair clearly did not cooperate. cue a defeated sigh leaving her rouged pout. " nah, dontcha worry! to be a heartbreaker you must first find that energy from within. " she utters as she stepped away, giving him a somewhat acceptable personal space. his hair seemingly had its own personality and barbie could roll with it. she knew after all, all too well, that hair strands do whatever they feel like doing, especially in high humidity.
hands clasped together as she shifts back and forth, gaze locked unto charlie. " c'mon, bring out the heartbreaker. i know it's somewhere in there, you just have to dust it off. " she snickered, still not giving up on overhauling both of them. cue another sigh, just as beaten as the previous one, accompanied by flinging hands before sitting beside him. " it's just that… everything's changing so fast. and i guess i shouldn't stay the same. at least, do something about the looks, y'know? " ghost of a smile plastered across her features ; of course there was more underneath all that makeover.
"nah, but you know? that's fair. just not overly...fond of the whole touch thing. at least not with people i'm not mega close to. immediate family-" which meant just his dad currently,"-and that's it. for now." charlie tried to sound reassuring and casual about the ordeal. he didn't like making things awkward for anyone, let alone people he considered friends.
hands full of gel, he watched her run off. a small sigh and then he raised a brow with a small smile at the immediacy of her finding the mirror. how did she have this kind of energy? "i think i know how this is gonna go-" gel through his hands and then he tried to move his hair in a way that matched her description. the issue? his hair still stuck up in random ways, all over. the gel kept it down for two seconds before popping back up. "yep. i figured that would be it. i appreciate the heartbreaker advice; i'll stick with my roughed up demeanor i guess."
oh, to be a star on big screens … everything comes naturally after a while : the beaming smile, the perfectly straight posture, not blinking despite the blinding flashes of cameras. not to mention the perks that come with being a celebrity! ❝ ken, you won’t believe this! ❞ her smile was radiating the entire room – perhaps, that’s why she was cast in so many productions – as she approached @earringmagick. ❝ can you guess what i’ve got? ❞ a plastic surgery, like the media kept pushing her? nope. a secret piercing? no, that’s not it either. from the wa she was smiling to the way she was swaying left and right, with both arms behind her back, it seemed like there was something else. still, mystery’s an asset she’ve learnt & mastered while working in hollywood. barbie couldn’t just give everything on a silver platter, it’d ruin the effect altogether. ❝ come on, guess it! ❞
i remember coming back from elementary school only to hop on pc for barbie horse adventure riding camp . those were the golden days . to this day i am thankful for the family friend that somehow got me this game when he realized letting an 8 year old play counter strike , shooting people and giggling wasn't okay . if any1 else played the game , do ya'll remember the glitch that transported you to another place that was inside this waterfall thing ? my memory may be skewed idk but i really loved that game . hence why it was so funny to me that horses were part of the movie . like hell yeah , horses rule !!!! speaking of this , later on today i will visit my grandma who found my barbie vhs tapes and the vcr . will update this post / reblog with the vhs tapes once i have them . i may also still have my horse toy from barbie , not too sure . can you tell your girl was into patriarchy horses ?
