A World Not Our Own

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alwayscastle17:

dauntless-nerdfighter:

THIS IS BRILLIANT ON SO MANY LEVELS

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

Excuse me, I think you’re forgetting a few people

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And last but not least…

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OH. MY. GOD.

IT GOT BETTER

It got so much better

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That blissful moment when you realise it's cool enough that your pet (in my case, it's a cat) wants to snuggle with you again.
: D

fantasyofcarrie:

Admiral Freckles blushing like the bride he is.
Not from any scene in particular, I just like Hans blushing.

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kyuubijrr:

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gokusgirl:

funkycops:

imperfectwriting:

I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist. 

My name is Ela.  I am seventeen years old.  I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab.  So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through. 

My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall.  Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack.  Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us.  Not today.  People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us.  They didn’t talk to us.  They acted like we didn’t exist.  They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all. 

And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists.  She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything.  I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice.  However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget.  The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store. 

All that because I put a scarf on my head.  Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil.  It didn’t matter that I was a nice person.  All that mattered was that I looked different.  That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing. 

This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call.  It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day.  It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim. 

People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message.  Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions.  Reblog this.  Tell your friends.  I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.  

coming up next on white people solve racism

muslim women dont need your white saviour attitude, you might now finally realise what it’s like to be excluded from society because of a piece of garment but you’re never going to experience it in the way we do.

she literally worded this so well and so honestly and tried so hard not to be rude, she just tried to understand what you go through. she’s not trying to be a saviour, she’s trying to raise awareness. she never said she’d solve anything or experience it like you do. stop doing exactly what other people do to you and shut down someones ideas just because of their color or religion or anything. this is a valid and completely pure hearted thing. 

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It’s funny how people act like white people are the biggest douchebags, and then act like total asshats themselves, huh?

She did this to get a GLIMPSE into the shit Muslim women are put through. She never claimed total understanding; in fact she said that she “can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day.” She ADMITTED that she doesn’t know everything these women go through, and yet she’s STILL attacked? I cannot fathom why it’s deemed “okay” to be prejudiced against white people, even when we try to understand what it is people of other ethnicities/skin tones/nationalities/religions/etc go through. If you want, we can stop trying to understand and let everyone wallow in their self-pity.

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immersings:

i’m pretty sure i just cried

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cara-mia-morticia:

1.Stop posting negative shit about celebrities on social media. Miley Cyrus does not care what you think about her haircut, Justin Bieber does not care what you think of his tattoos and Gwyneth Paltrow couldn’t care less regarding what you think about her diet.

2. Stop resenting yourself for drunk texting your ex. Sure, its a little embarrassing, but at least you’re addressing your feelings. Not that you should aim to drink an entire bottle of rum then see what happens, but… roll with the punches.

3. Leave the country. If you don’t have money, look into doing charity work abroad. Some programs will sponsor you.

4. If you hate your job, quit your job. Repeat after me: THE MONEY IS NOT WORTH IT. Food and shelter are clutch though, so make sure you have another job lined up.

5. Stop beating yourself up for skipping the gym on days you truly didn’t have time. But also, stop skipping the gym on days you had plenty of time to go.

6. Make up — not to be confused with make out — with an ex.

7. Rid yourself of enemies. Apologize for what you did wrong and forgive those who have wronged you.

8. Rid yourself of “frenemies.” Don’t spend 2014 surrounded by people you secretly despise.

9. If you think somebody is cute, say “hi” and introduce yourself. Every relationship you have ever had started with a greeting.

10. Leave your phone number for someone. Worst-case scenario: you won’t get a call and maybe you’ll feel a tiny bit embarrassed. Regardless of the outcome, you put yourself out there and probably made the other person’s day.

11. Stop caring about how many people “like” your Instagram photos. If you like the photo enough to post it, what else matters? Social media anxiety is a waste of time.

12. Cross something off your bucket list. Sky dive, bungee jump, scuba dive, etc. Don’t make excuses as to why you can’t accomplish something, and check out

13. Stop hating yourself for eating dessert. A piece of birthday cake is a right, not a privilege.

14. Keep a journal. It doesn’t have to be something you use daily, but documenting your experiences is incredibly important. You’ll appreciate it later.

15. Strengthen relationships with family members. Blood is thicker than water.

16. Help strangers. “Pay it forward,” do good things for the world — and don’t post a Facebook status about it.

17. Conquer a fear. Personally, I fear Bikram yoga.

18. Turn off your smartphone at dinner.

19. Don’t check your Twitter feed when you’re with friends.

20. Try a fashion trend you never thought you could pull off. And, do it with confidence. Floppy hats, snap backs, Harem pants; you can do it!

21. Double-text without fear. THOU SHALL NOT BE IGNORED!

22. Shop locally, eat locally and recognize where your money is going. Consumers control the economy, so visit the mom-and-pop coffee shop down the street instead of Starbucks. Shop at boutiques rather than chains (they aren’t all expensive — trust me). Try Etsy.com instead of retail conglomerates.

23. Cry. When you’re happy and when you’re sad; embrace your emotions as they come.

24. Stop being so shallow. Next time you find yourself judging someone based on his or her appearance, imagine the person standing in front of you saying, “I’m beautiful.” You’ll start to believe it.

25. If you want someone to commit to you, vocalize it. Don’t settle for being someone’s “f*ck buddy” if that isn’t what you want. “Together” is the waiting period between “talking” and “dating”; purgatory shouldn’t last forever.

25 New Year’s resolutions every person should actually make for 2014 via (Elite Daily)

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goesboldly:

I pledge allegiance to the abs
of the ideally proportioned Captain America
and to the ass with which he stands
one body under clothes, indescribable
with liberty and eye-fucking for all

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claudiaboleyn:

I TOLD YOU GUYS BONO IS A GOOD PERSON

">15-Year-Old African Kid Tells Madonna To Go ‘Have Sex’ with Herself

almightykushlord:

Dakarai Molokomme, a 15-year-old starving child from a small village in Zimbabwe, has just told , one of the most famous pop stars in the world, to  and f*** , the local media are reporting exclusively.

“Yes, it’s true, I told Madonna to go f*** herself. Do you want to know why?” Dakarai asked. “It’s the same thing every time with these snobby rich Americans. Every once in a while they come to show us their support for the so-called eradication of poverty by adopting a child from a starving family, but they actually do more harm than good. Transracial international adoptions are part of the white savior industrial complex,” Dakarai explained.

In further discussions with journalists from the media, the  stated that “none of the children here actually want to be taken away from their family and friends so they can be displayed as some kind of trophy in the homes of self-righteous singers or actors who want to score some points with the media and Oprah.”

“If they really want to help us, they should get Big Pharma to ship us some anti-retroviral drugs for the AIDS epidemic, or build schools and hospitals. If they don’t want to do that, then they can all go f** themselves!” the child told reporters.

The 15-year-old also stated that he would say the same thing to any one of those American or European “faux humanitarian posers”, except for Bono, whom he said he would also kick in the groin.

“Bono’s efforts to save the African savage from itself prove that the colonial imperative is alive and well,” Dakarai said as he walked with other village children collecting sticks to build a tree fort.

THIS IS THE RAWEST 15 YEAR OLD ALIVE

fantasyofcarrie:

simplifiedwords:

"He's gone."
Helsa Week, Day Four: It's complicated.

Anna’s feeling a bit conflicted with the news. She doesn’t really rejoice death, no matter how much someone may deserve it. Elsa too, though with slightly different feelings. ‘Gone’ obviously meant Hans has been executed (allegedly, I’m in denial here, lol). I wanted to try making a Helsa edit without Hans and where Elsa puts on a constant facade for her sister. She’d hide her own pain, her long-hidden and forbidden affection, because that’s how much she loves Anna. So yeah, it’s a mix of tragic Helsa and sweet sisterly moments.

AIN THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
ADHBKOOPLIEWAHKLPLD

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*chants* I'm so excited! Vampiyaa made me a thing. She wrote out my fic prompt. She created a tear-jerker happy tragedy Drose fic - and I didn't know that could happen.
*Flails and squeals*

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eileenthequeen:

So apparently in my sister’s class, there was a trans girl that had been on the cheerleading squad for a while. When she came out, the other girls on the squad made the agreement that whatever boy made fun of her would never get a date. And if you think that’s not the most metal girl alliance ever, you can sit down.

Wow, 500 notes

Girls protecting girls.

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emeralddarkness:

ughjohnwatson:

do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general

BUT YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING.

It’s in words

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Virtual Writing Academy #008: PERILS OF BEING A HERO

POV of my character Nesrin, on the subject of having to save her planet from global warming, since it seemed an apt subject at this moment in time - I’ve no real intention for this to happen in her stories.

Required first line – I can’t be doing this again
Perils of Being a Hero:
I can’t be doing this again. I can’t I simply can’t.
More than anything, I don’t think I could survive losing the power once I must return it to its rightful owners. I can’t put Ash through that again, I cannot make him suffer with me in the aftermath.
But there is also the balance to consider. If Abraxas needs me, needs the Spirits, needs the elements and their abilities, then who am I to refuse, I am one person, and Ash is also just one individual—
BUT HE’S MINE!
I can’t hurt him, not now, not ever, I can’t do this to him, to us, to our friends.
A tiny part of me savagely reminds me that I do not wish to hurt like that again, I do not want to remember and then be forced to forget. I couldn’t bear to live through that again, regardless of whoever else is hurt.
What can I do?
I’m needed, all the sentient beings are in uproar about the weather, it’s too severe, the Sunglow’s too hot, the waves too high, the winds too fierce.
This planet is dying, something is terribly wrong, and only the omnipotent combination of the elements even has a hope of remedying the issue.
I cannot let Abraxas die, not my home, not the very hands upon which we all place our survival.
If I do not, then we all perish, a long, slow death in the boiling sun or the freezing snow.
But if I do, it will destroy me to stop, destroy me and I do not think I could recover again – Ash and Myrna and all those I care for and live for would have to nurse me and treat me and watch me again, I’d ruin their lives.
That is the choice, kill, or destroy, it is that simple.
I cannot do it. I cannot make the choice.
I will bring it to them, it is not just the Spirits’ concern, it is all of those I love’s, they must decide my fate and their own, I can only hope that they do what is right.
Though how can anyone truly know what is right, now?
There are no good choices, no lesser evils, no acceptable losses.
The fact must be this: Can they stop me before it is too late, and can they keep me sane?

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