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str4wb3rry-guy · 9 months
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look at him go 😭😭😭 allannn 🫶🫶💞💞😭😭
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isaacthedruid · 9 months
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(spoilers for the Barbie movie)
As a trans-masc non-binary person, I saw myself in Allan. I’m a boy but not a Ken, I'm Ken-like but not quite.
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Allan’s role of being awkward, unsure and a little out of his element but still trying to help the Barbies through the chaos and events caused by the Kens, is how I feel as a trans-masc person who is still trying to advocate for women and discuss the issues they face.
I don't identify as a woman anymore but I still grew up as a girl, I lived as a young woman for 14 years, and people continue to be misogynistic towards me when they think I am one-- customers will talk to my male coworkers instead of me, when I’m the person with the answers
I wasn’t expecting to see myself, in terms of gender, in the character often described as Ken’s boyfriend, though it is said in a more playful, joking way rather than any attempt at representation. I’m gay and this version of Allan is definitely queer as well. Yet, that’s a separate story which has already been written, here’s an excellent article about that. [LINK]
Allan isn’t Ken, and he isn’t Barbie either. Allan is simply Allan, an idea with both masc and femme traits. He doesn’t fit into anything specific, he just is. Allan can wear Ken’s clothes but also Barbie’s pink jumpsuit-- but when he's not doing that undercover mission with the Barbies, we only ever see him wearing his own clothes. A set of clothes worn only by him, that iconic striped outfit that is signature to the real Allan doll.
Additionally, notice the horse patch on the front of his shirt, he never changed his clothes unlike the rest of the Kens when they discovered the patriarchy and a new version of masculinity, a toxic and destructive one. Allan only added something to his clothes to “fit in” or act as if he did, but he hated what the Kens did to Barbieland. He also wasn't brainwashed and never acted upon those destructive abilities that were laid out for him. He could've just joined the Kens and broke stuff and drank copious amounts of "brewskis" but he didn't.
Allan is different and it's constantly stated, "there's only one Allan" in this world of Kens (and Barbies).
I will never be Ken nor will I ever be a Barbie again, I’m not happy in either. I’ve tried both, neither is my style (or title). I wear Ken’s clothes as well as Barbie’s, and sometimes I wear Allan’s.
But, I like Allan’s clothes best, they fit me well.
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theallanfanpage · 9 months
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If they do a barbie movie sequel ( lets be honest with the state of hollywood atm they will).
They should make it an almost completely unrelated movie about Allan and Weird Barbie going on a cross country american road trip. But they only visit stupid tourists traps like the worlds biggest pistachio and no where else. In the end they return to barbie land mad make their own tourist trap. Every other tourist trap they’ve visited comically piled on top of each other.
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deliciousdietdrpepper · 9 months
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I love Barbie of course but it’s so weird seeing the movie when I can’t see myself as a woman (Barbie) or as a man (Ken) but the undefinable secret third thing that is Allen speaks to me in my gut and is a bit character. Transmasc non-binary characters are like little pebbles I put into my pocket.
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rainbowratsstuff · 9 months
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It Allan
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potato-lord-but-not · 8 months
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me when I post Barbie 🤯🤯
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theunknowninside · 9 months
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sweet-as-an-angel · 8 months
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Yandere Allan Headcanons
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Warnings: Obsessive Behaviour, Threats, Physical Violence, Just Allan in Love <3, Spoilers for Barbie Movie, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.
The fact that you’ve paid Allan any kind of attention is dangerous in and of itself.
But if you show even a morsel of romantic attention towards him
You’re done for, babs.
We’ve all seen how Allan fights – he will NOT let you go without a struggle.
But let’s start at the beginning. Perhaps you’re a friend of Gloria’s and you get embroiled in the quest to reclaim Barbieland.
Of course, you meet Allan. And, of course, you notice that there’s something…different about him.
Endearing.
For one, he’s the only one of himself – no journalist Allans or fashion model Allans or doctor Allans: just Allan. One of a kind.
You feel bad for him. You wonder if he feels isolated in Barbieland, existing in an echo chamber wherein none of the voices are his.
So, you take it upon yourself to be as kind to him as you can.
You always acknowledge him, always smile whenever he suggests something, always encourage his ideas even when the others would shoot them down.
“I think we should at least give Allan’s idea a try,” you’d say, putting a hand on Allan’s shoulder. To which everyone gives some sound of agreement.
Not that you’d know it, given that Allan doesn’t have muscle or bone, but he’s tense under your gaze, your touch.
At first, he’s completely unaccustomed to this quite frankly positive attention. He’s used to being dismissed at best and ignored at worst, so to have you, a human, tell him that his thoughts and feelings and ideas are valid is…
Intoxicating.
Soon enough, he starts gravitating towards you.
Whenever he enters a room, he’s looking for you, and he can’t explain the flurry in his chest when he finds you.
You both make an effort to get to know each other more. He feels hot all over when you look at him with inquisitive eyes, a shower of questions raining down on him. And he does his utmost to answer each one. A ripple of pride erupting in him when he sees your fascination grow with his every answer.
But when you start to ask questions about him–
He starts to stutter.
“Uh…well–”
“Oh, come on, Allan. Don’t tell me you don’t have a favourite colour!”
If he could blush, he would. He can’t look you in the eyes no matter how mesmerising he finds them.
You smile.
“Well, I’ll go first, then. Mine’s (f/c).”
Allan smiles.
“That’s mine, too.”
It is now. What it was before doesn’t matter.
Every detail you give him, he commits to memory.
Soon enough, he’s got enough information to write an encyclopaedia about you.
He did find that you shared similar interests, though. Like food preferences.
“I’ll have to cook for you sometime when you come to the Real World.”
When? Did you just say when?
“Oh, yeah – totally! That’d be great,”
Not only have you given Allan your time: you’ve given him something deadlier than any weapon, curse, or tool.
Hope.
If you initiate physical contact with Allan, he’s going to crumble.
Nobody – not even any of the Barbies or Kens – have ever touched him before. Even by accident.
So when you, warm, soft, gentle, brush against his arm or his hand, or pat his back or ruffle his hair, he’s floored.
He LOVES laying his head on your thighs and letting you comb your fingers through his hair. Makes him fall asleep every time.
He’s sure that this is what it’s like to be human, to feel. To be left breathless when he didn’t have lungs, to be left wanting more when he’s never had a need for anything immaterial.
With you, he feels full, his hollow interior overflowing with feeling.
The first time it happened – a brush of the hand – he whimpered.
He couldn’t believe it. Neither could you. When you asked him if he was okay, he couldn’t even keep eye contact.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m– fine,”
“Allan~”
With that tone of voice, he knew what you were about to say wouldn’t be good. When he looked at you, he saw you smiling. Devious.
“Are you flustered because no-one’s ever touched you before ?”
“What– no!”
His defensiveness gave him away. You only laughed, but your voice held no malice. You offered him your hand.
“Well,” you said. “To help you feel more comfortable, would you like me to be your first?”
Allan couldn’t hear anything. His mind had shut down. Yet, he managed a nod.
If he could sweat, he’d be drenched.
When you took his hand in yours for the first (and certainly not the last) time, he felt his world grow brighter. Like he was seeing colour for the first time.
Soon enough, he’s orchestrating situations where physical contact is inevitable: like getting into a cramped Dream House elevator. And he has to pretend as if he’s not going to pass out every time it happens.
If any of the Kens or Barbies threaten you, he’s the first to jump to your defence.
“Back off now, or you’ll spend the rest of your life wishing you had.”
Eventually, he ends up going behind your back to threaten them, too. And you’re left wondering why many of your Barbie and Ken friends – despite being brainwashed – are avoiding your path.
The thought of you speaking to anyone else besides him makes his chest burn, but not in the way you did. Not in a way that felt good.
Not that he knew it yet, but this feeling – jealousy – will become a lifelong partner for him: second only to you.
You’d thought Allan was as unassuming as his disposition would lead anyone to believe, but when you’d seen him fight off all those worker Kens just shy of the fringe of the Real World, you were stunned at how capable he was.
“Allan…” you said, breathless, jaw dropped.
He gave you an uncertain look. One that was permeated with the potential for regret.
Had he scared you? Frightened you? You didn’t think he’d ever hurt you, did you? –
His mind was quickly put at ease when you threw your arms around him and pulled him into a hug.
“That was so cool!” You said, squeezing him.
If Allan had a heart, it would have stopped by now. He was sure of it.
He’s never been hugged before. Never hugged anyone. He’s unsure of what to do save for the base instinct to put his arms around you, too.
And once he does, he never wants to let go.
He buries his face into your shoulder. You’re warm. Kind. Your scent is unlike anything he’s ever encountered.
“Don’t worry, (Y/N),” he says, chin to your shoulder. He’s just about holding it together, his breathing shallow, his body ablaze with the feeling of your skin on his.
“I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” He gives you a squeeze. “I promise.”
And, as he looks over your shoulder and sees Kendom Land in its dangerous infancy, he wonders if this feeling – this need to be by your side – will be the end of him. 
And, from within he hears something.
Dull, but there.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
He’s not a human. Not a doll anymore, either. A purgatorious in between.
And now, he has to choose.
Keep you with him here in Barbie– Kendom Land, where he knows how everything works and he can keep an eye on you – where you’ll be his.
Or, come with you to the Real World, where he can be yours completely.
Either way, he’s inescapable. And you don’t even know it yet.
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just-m-0-n-1-k-4 · 8 months
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For all the trans Allan believers, i made some trans pride icons of him for you to use and/or enjoy
Feel glad to ask for a personalized one if your flag isn't here! /gen
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artisthoi · 9 months
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does tumblr want the two ends of the gay fashion spectrum dolls being a couple?
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i would assume yes
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featherglum · 9 months
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Concepts for a Barbie movie oc! Lore under the cut
Al was originally a regular Ken doll. Everything changed when his owner couldn't get their hands on an Allan doll and instead of, I dunno, giving up or waiting a little longer until one appeared in a store near them (or buying it online), they decided to customise one of their Kens to look like an Allan.
So now the guy has to cope with accidentally committing identity theft. Because there's supposed to only be ONE Allan! Imagine the outrage when other Barbieland citizens find out! The horrors! Al is fully convinced that he will become public enemy number one and unleash the apocalypse, so he just hides at Weird Barbie's place with the discontinued dolls and hopes that 1. No one finds him and 2. the existential/identity crisis goes away someday.
Also he's played by Weird Al Yankovic now, I guess. Which wasn't my plan when I came up with the concept, but after I started calling him Fake Al... it just felt right.
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theoraclehasspoken · 9 months
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Allan is for all of us who as kids played with dolls and for whom gender never mattered in any way
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ryan-gooseing · 9 months
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theallanfanpage · 9 months
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So her me out. Mattle rerelease Allan doll. He comes in typical Allan striped shirt. His accessories are a shovel and a pair of pink sunglasses. Comes with separate pink overall outfit.
You can also separately buy all white outfit from i want it that way and his barbie party outfit.
Two versions released original Allan and Michael Cera look alike.
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abbymcraft01 · 8 months
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I just drew Allan from the Barbie movie since I have seen it this week! (Drawing on bottom, references included)
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new-haven-psych-ward · 9 months
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sooooo are we gonna acknowledge that allan is the only person who talks back to the narrator or?
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