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you're probably just those fucking stupid tumblr social justice police trying to justify yourself -- how can you even be already analyzing moana when you don't even know what polynesian culture is like.?ugh, gtfo.

sifu-korras:

Nobody’s trying to justify anything, I was merely stating my thoughts, or is that not allowed anymore?

By the way, this is me:

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Fairly Polynesian if you ask me. 

HEY-OH *spirit fingers*

As a minority whose race is going to be represented by a company who doesn’t have a shining track record in terms of POC representation, I think I have a right to be concerned and rather nit picky. 

Is it a crime to make sure any of these cultures — whichever ones are showcased in this movie — aren’t being exploited in any manner? Because Polynesian refers to more than one culture, multiple really, whose differences people don’t see. I could not tell you the number of times I had to explain to someone what Samoan was and they reply with, “Oh, so you’re Hawaiian?”

Audiences need to know that Polynesians are way more than a group of people supposedly living in a “tropical Hawaiian paradise.” We are more than ukuleles, grass skirts, and coconut bras. We are more than the flower and kukui leis round our necks; the seis adorning our hair; our frickin sick tattoos.

As an Islander living in a place where I am constantly mistaken as Asian or Hispanic because nobody has ever heard of Samoan or Tongan or Tokelauan, Fijian, Niuean, and all the rest, you had better believe that when my people are given the chance to be represented, I am definitely gonna be there, making sure everything is done right

Perhaps, since they’re talking mythology and whatnot, Disney’s gonna make Moana of the Lapita people, who are the ancestral Pacific Islanders. Who knows? I do know this: I can voice my own opinion with how Disney dishes out culture on this film, seeing as it’s my own.

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lyonsheart:

#let’s play guess the endgame one more time 

Okay you know what I was just gonna reblog this and say nothing but you know what, I’m pissed off and you wanna know why?

Ted is a Nice Guy. I don’t mean a nice man, no. I mean the motherfucking “Nice Guy” who moans and complains about how women just won’t flock to him and be exactly who he expects of them. He knew from the beginning Robin wanted to focus on her career before marriage. He knew from the beginning she didn’t want kids. She rejected him time after time before they dated the first time. She rejected him time after time after that, for nine goddamn fucking years. His refusal to stop pursuing her, and accept she did not fucking love her, destroyed his relationship with Victoria TWICE. He is the whiny high school teenager bitching because the popular girl he obsesses over just isn’t into him. He is the goddamn Nice Guy, the kind whose every action, every so-called kind deed is done purely out of trying to get Robin to date him.

Robin motherfucking Scherbatsky was an independent woman who not only relied on herself, but expected the men she wanted to be with to be independent and rely on himself, as well. She was career-minded and strong and independent and self-reliant. Those were the traits that doomed her and Ted.

In this gifset we see that Ted did not respect Robin for who she was. He didn’t want her to be self-reliant—he wanted her to rely on him. He’s like so many men out there, so many Nice Guys. Baby, let me take care of you while you put me before everything else, You’re too independent, Robin. I need you to need me, I need you to rely on me. The reason they didn’t work out was because they both wanted and needed different things in relationships, and that’s okay—what isn’t okay is that instead of accepting that, Ted blames her. Tells her that SHE is the reason why they broke up, and something about her is WRONG. He insults her, tells her that her fundamental personality is wrong, and that she is why their relationship failed; that they they just aren’t compatible, no; because she is broken.

She is so upset at this she goes to another ex. He’s the Jerk, you know; the guy who all the Nice Guys in the world call The Asshole. And you know what? You know what this Asshole does? He comforts her, he compliments her. He tells her that those traits, teh traits she’s been belittled and taunted over, the traits that make her broken, the reason why She Can’t Find A Man, are what make her wonderful. Barney loved her for her insecurities, and he supported her independence. He supported her self-reliance. In one scene, this Asshole prove to be far more accepting and mature than the so-called Nice Guy.

So who do she end up with?

Ted.

I really don’t give a shit to reblog it again.

I have never seen something more true than this.

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