#schlen

[barbie-lifeinthedreamhouse-blog]

i just really like the fact that ken sleeps with schlond poofa every night...

Me too, anon

Me too

[coconutskins]

I seriously cannot wait for season two of Life in the Dreamhouse.

I just hope the Schlond Poofa makes a reappearance.  Schlen for life! Haters gonna hate. 

[badlydrawnlifeinthedreamhou-blog]

[cavalierprimetime]

Has it occurred to anyone else that our fandom is based mainly off of a plastic guy making out with an exhaust pipe?

[barbie-lifeinthedreamhouse-blog]

I ship you and the schlond poofa

[barbie-lifeinthedreamhouse-blog]

i wrote a schlen fanfiction

I NEED TO SEE THIS.

[boyfrienby]

"Schlond," I say gently. I notice the inanimate object's attention waver from the beach sunset we watched from the comfort of our pink convertible. The distant yellow orb was slowly slipping over the edge of the water, and soon would be gone; the fading colors in the clouds with it. 

"Schlond Poofa," I try again, my cheeks heating up. Even I notice the rise in my own voice, which is totally not rad. "We've been together a while, you know..." 

Schlond is silent, waiting for me to continue. Its steady composure almost unnerving, I try, though a bead of sweat is forming on my plastic brow. "We could, um... You know... Like, do 'the deed'..." Schlond stayed still, almost considering. "o-only if you're comfortable with that kind of thing, of course." I look away, feeling deflated. 

The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a Barbie Kitchen and Doll playset knife. A sigh is heard, and finally Schlond pipes up. 

"Wow I um," it says timidly. "I don't know, Ken. I'm not really ready for that kind of commitment yet..." 

"Yeah, of course! I-It's alright. I shouldn't have asked so soon." 

"No, no, it's okay. Maybe in a while, when we've had a chance to get to know each other and--" 

"yeah, definitely. Getting to know each other--" 

"--both know what the other person wants and how to go about this sort of thing, then we can..." 

There's a long silence where the two stare at each other, Ken red-faced and Schlond Poofa still as inanimate as ever. 

Ken huffs gently. "God, I'm sorry, I made everything awkward."

"No! Not at all, I mean, I just don't think I'm ready now..." 

"Yeah, I know. How about I drive you home," Ken said a bit too fast. 

"A-Are you trying to kick me out??" Schlond demands, tone of voice rising. 

"Of course not baby! I just--" 

"No, I know exactly how it is! You're just trying to get at me, isn't it?" 

"No, that's not it at--" 

"Shut up, Ken! That's exactly how it is! And if you don't want me for me, then maybe I will go!" Schlond Poofa screamed, throwing open the car door and slamming it in conviction. It rolled off, regretting not having legs but too prideful to make Ken take it home. 

"Baby! Baby wait up!" Ken yelled after Schlond, but it was already well on it's way. Ken set his head on the steering wheel and sighed, rubbing his temples with his stiff fingers. "Fuuuuuck...." 

[barbie-lifeinthedreamhouse-blog]

schlen....oh god what have you created

I JUST TRACKED THE SCHLEN TAG.