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disneyvillainsforjustice:

sickhypnotik:

keyisabottom:

"malala is a role model for EVERY LITTLE GIRL regardless of race and religion"

no no n

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no no fuck stop it

it is not regardless of race and religion
she is a role model SPECIFICALLY for muslim little girls around the world. little white girls around the world have TONS of role models. everywhere. literally all over television, books, you name it. admire Malala, yes. that’s not what is being said. do not take something that is meant for a specific culture simply because you want it.

do..you.. know anything about Malala?  because I’m pretty sure she would read what you just said and be severely disappointed.

this post makes me so angry.  you are actually implying that this little girl is not allowed to be inspired by Malala because this girl isn’t Muslim, and that is just… so wrong.  That’s terrible.  

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My philosophy of non-violence was only meant for Indians! Everyone else should just ignore me.

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My charity was only meant to inspire my native Albanians. Everyone else should just forget about itimage

My courage and perseverance should only be a light unto fellow disabled people. Other people should realize I am just “not for them.”

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My discoveries? GERMANS ONLY!image

My charity work was really only meant to inspire Brits, not actually help anyone who isn’t my skin color and nationality.

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I only care about Tibet. The rest of the world can suck it!

….seriously?

-Jafar

i literally cannot believe someone just got schooled by jafar from aladdin

yellowhappyman:

just-another-silly-fangirl:

stravaganza:

flourhoneyandmilk:

Jason: The first time I worked with Dobby, I said, “Where’s Dobby gonna be? Where should I look?” They went, “Well, wherever you look, that’s where we’ll put him.” So we’re up on a little platform for me to walk down and I would swing my leg viciously and as I went down the steps, I went … with the cane like that.

So Chris goes, “Cut. Okay, great. You slip or something?” And I went, “No, no, no. No, I just kicked Dobby down the stairs.” And he went, “Really?” He said, “What was the thing with the cane?” I said, “When he tried to get up, I bashed him on the head.” He went, “Cool.”

When he tried to get up, I bashed him on the head.

COOL

Brb, dying.

i thought this was gonna be another description of how dan adlibbed that line in this scene. but this is so much better!!!

501rst:

gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

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