Homecoming was so fun this year!
”We might actually get picked up. This might actually be a show for maybe a season or two.” - Jensen Ackles
Look how far we’ve come!!
CAUSE IT’S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON
This is it
This is the post that made me lose my sanity
When you only use mechanical pencils and they require a number 2 for a test
YOU CAN USE YOUR MECHANICAL PENCIL AS LONG AS THE LEAD IS #2
i have found the most important facebook page
This scene cracks me up. Not just for the dialogue, but for the mini-heart attack Stitch seems to have when Lilo yells out.
I love Stitch so goddamn much. He can lift things 300 times his own weight, but one seven year old girl yells out and he grabs his chest in fear
Let us not forget this real ass response, to her stupid ass epiphany.
I love how he holds his hands and looks at like “honey,no.”
who wears the pants in the relationship? well preferably no one will be wearing pants
Out of every pun and play on words I’ve seen on this site, this is the one that makes me so unreasonably angry.
I drew this when I was 9 and I still think it’s the funniest shit ever
"Beautiful isn't it?"
THE FACT THAT IT LITERALLY JUST???? IS NOT POSSIBLE TO SEE EVEN REMOTELY CLOSE TO THAT MANY STARS IN THE CITY BUT THEY WROTE????????? THIS IN???????? ANYWAY?????????????
Look at the stars, look how they shine for you…
I scrolled my dash for like five minutes trying to find this again because I couldn’t stop thinking about it, because the effort that must have gone into attaching this shot to this scene.
They either had to go off into the middle of nowhere to find somewhere that looked this magical to film, or they searched through tons of stock footage of stars to find the most epic one. And then they either had to edit that wooden structure from their set into the sky footage, or they had to locate a set to film this from that looked like it could match the footage. They were just that freaking determined to get some insane romantic liquid glitter sky for them to gaze at.
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
A really neat thing about these dolls (I just went through the website) is that they’re PRESENT DAY dolls! What I had loved about American Girl dolls in their prime were the history stories (although from a privileged white perspective most of the time), but these are to represent present day situations that kids can relate to them too.
World Vision, who sponsored these dolls, is a worldwide charity, so each doll’s stories is about how they help others. Aaaaa this is just really cool!!
i had a crush on this guy and i decided to pull a Pavlov on him by offering him whenever i saw him this brand of candy he seemed to really like and after a while whenever he saw me he got excited for a second then you could see his expression shift to wondering the why the hell was he so happy to see me and i swear it was the evilest thing but also the most hilarious i made a guy like me by conditioning him into associating me to a candy he liked