Tag: just sayin

tyrannosaurus-trainwreck:

scientia-rex:

thebrooklyninenine:

brooklyn nine nine literally hitting homophobia in the face

I can never decide how I feel about this scene. On the one hand, it’s showing homophobia as totally unacceptable, worth punching someone over. That’s good! And it’s the friend of the gay man, so it’s showing that you should stand up for gay people even if you aren’t, which is also good.

But do you think any of the people who wrote or acted this have ever done this in their real lives? Anything even close?

I’m tired of straight people fantasizing aggressively about what they WOULD do and then never doing anything. It’s like that bit from Louis CK about how he sees servicemembers in uniform on planes and fantasizes about giving up his first class seat, and feels good about it without actually giving up his seat for them.

Don’t pretend to be a better ally than you are just because you’ve daydreamed about a power fantasy where you get to punch someone and feel justified.

In real life, I remember one–exactly one–time where a straight friend stood up for me when I was getting bullied by homophobes. She walked me from one class to the next because I’d been chased down those stairs the previous day by older boys shouting at me that I was a lesbian. One friend, one time, out of how many incidents? How many times in the five years between thirteen and eighteen before I got the hell out of that town?

And straight people want to pat themselves on the back? Do something worth self-congratulating, at least.

I liked this scene because it’s the climax of an episode in which Jake (dude doing the hitting) got to meet a guy he’d always admired for his work (dude being punched for being a homophobe) and hang out with him.  And like Jake spends the early part of the episode going off about how cool this guy is and how important the work he’s done is and how this guy is the real deal and getting to hang out with this guy is basically a dream come true for Jake. 

And then as he’s spending time with him, Jake starts to realize that this guy’s stuck in a way of doing things that’s about 30 years out of date, and that the way people did things 30 years ago is actually, in a lot of ways, really, really shitty.  And he has a few ‘yikes’ moments, but basically he just kind of chalks it up to history, because this isn’t how cops and journalists do things now, so it’s not great, but not worth throwing down over.  Like, he tries verbally getting the guy to knock it off, but nothing’s taking.

But then this happens, and it’s something that Captain Holt has been very up front about still being a huge issue in the police force, and it’s just the final nooooooooooope moment for Jake.

So the take-away message is less about punching homophobes and more about not turning a blind eye to somebody’s rancid behavior or attitudes or giving them a pass just because you respect their work or used to think they were super-cool or think of them as an authority on something.

Also, maybe the way we get more people doing the right thing in real life is by showing them what it looks like in popular media.

kurtwagnermorelikekurtwagnerd:

you know what’s always bugged me? when a character is faced with some magical two headed being or some shit and one always lies while the other tells the truth and to figure out which is which the character’s like “which one of you is the liar” or something like bruh literally all you gotta do is be like “what’s two plus two” one of them’s gonna say four and the other one is gonna say 83 or some shit. there you go. answered. go on with your magical quest to defeat david bowie.

lauraantoniou:

kryptaria:

party-in-the-blue-box:

notanirishginger:

teal-deer:

vaultedthewall:

clarabeau:

theyankeecandle:

madame-vashtranerada:

blackberrycreek:

stepone:

clarabeau:

Ladies, I am holding out my hand. Do you trust me?

I need you to open Google Maps. Locate your nearest mall. Get in your car. Drive to Yankee Candle.

Past the seasonal pumpkin display, near the back of the store, you will find a trash pile Man Candle section. You will see candles called MMM, Bacon!. Riding Mower. Man Town. (I’m not kidding. Man Town.) Stay strong. Not in this section, but likely very near this section, you will find a candle called Mountain Lodge.

Hold this jar in your hands like a talisman. Close your eyes and picture a man.

I want to be clear: I’m not talking about a Hugh Dancy. Or an Andrew Garfield, a Ben Whishaw, even a Tom Hiddleston. This exercise requires someone in the Chris Evans weight class. The Richard Armitage department. Someone with smile lines around his eyes who could chop the cedar for your bower with his own hands, strangle an alpha wolf, carry you home when you sprain your ankle in the woods, bench press your entire body. Picture this man in your mountain home with a full beard, a slightly grimy white henley, a fond half smile he reserves only for you. Now open the lid and smell Mountain Lodge.

Steady yourself on the man candle display. Give yourself a second. No, you’re not wrong. Yes, the Yankee Candle Company has just eliminated the need for men. This medium tumbler Mountain Lodge candle jar is now your boyfriend. The Yankee Candle Company has effectively replaced the need for contact with the male half of our species with a compact and clean-burning candle in a jar.

“Do you like this one?” the cashier asked, ringing me up. “Every man should be required by law to smell like what this candle smells like,” I replied intensely. “That’ll be $12.01,” she said.

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MOUNTAIN LODGE

it literally smells like waking up on a cold night to find a bearded richard armitage adding another quilt to the bed before he gets back in and pulls you snugly against his chest

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I’m not fucking around I feel like I should be watching chris hemsworth in flannel and suspenders whittling a delicate masterpiece in front of a fireplace rn

All right, Tumblr, I saw this post a few months ago and immediately realized I had to smell this candle.  I have never in my life experienced such a burning need (pun intended) to smell what the Yankee Candle website described as a warm aroma of cedarwood and sage, but what Tumblr described as my new boyfriend.

The trouble is that nearest Yankee Candle Company store was a bit of a trek, and my schedule tended to prohibit this olfactory adventure.

So for the last few weeks, as I’d scroll my Tumblr dash and look at images of attractive manly men, I’d sigh and wistfully think, if only I could engage another sense with this image. If only I could I could truly fathom the ideal fragrance of this man.

And then this happened.

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And I knew.

I knew whatever was happening, I needed to get to a Yankee Candle Company. The scent of Mountain Lodge would transport me instantly to this scene. The aroma of this infamous candle could make me live out a self-insertion Avengers fanfic.

So I got in my car, made the drive, and located the Yankee Candle Company.  The store was crowded with holiday shoppers. My nose was immediately assaulted by hundreds of warring scents.  

I battled through the sea of humanity and the Angel Wings-Merry Marshmallow-Magical Frosted Forest assault, buoyed on by my need to understand what Steve Rogers ripping a log in half with his bare hands smelled like.

I waded toward the back of the store, only to discover the man candle section seems to have been discontinued. What was I going to steady myself on, once I found my scented gateway to hanging out with the Avengers on Hawkeye’s farm? I felt lost, adrift, unable to find my bearings amid Soft Blanket-Fluffy Towels-Home Sweet Home.

And then… rising from the “Fresh” display, there it was.

Mountain Lodge.

It was the moment of truth. What would it be like to smell this infamous candle?

I opened the lid. I took a deep breath.

And I giggled.

Ah yes.  This was it.  This gentle, pleasantly masculine fragrance, in fact, reduced me to what I’d probably do in the actual presence of Chris Evans: giggle like an idiot.

The smell makes me smile, makes me laugh, makes me gently swoon: all reactions that, indeed, can be elicited by an ideal man. I can barely handle the true power of Mountain Lodge.

Several months have passed since this discovery. I have regaled friends with the saga, and after hearing of it, they, too, felt the burning need to smell the candle.  One by one, we have all become Mountain Lodge converts.

In times of need, this candle is our refuge. Our group has developed escapist superpowers, infused by the Yankee Candle Company. 

THE CANDLE, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND.  

MOUNTAIN LODGE.

This is how you do advertisement

we love everything about all of this. We will always be there for you, just light your Mountain Lodge candle and know that our love burns bright for you.

The official Yankee Candle™ tumblr account has recognized the Mountain Lodge mythos. My work on the material plane is finally complete. A being of pure light, I slowly ascend to the aether.

So I went into the Yankee Candle in my local mall today, 30 minutes after they opened so it’s just me and the employee there. Both images make the candle look on the redder side so I’m looking with the reds since they’re color-coded and not really finding it and I must look confused because the clerk asks if she can help me find anything. “Yes, Um. I’m looking for Mountain… mountain Cabin?” “Mountain Lodge?” she politely clarified and I nodded “Yeah, I think so.” She led me over to a different area and picked up a candle that was not red but brown like the color of the wood your lumberjack bae of choice will no doubt chop for the fireplace to keep you warm. “That’s funny, the candle gets popular in waves. Sometimes nobody remembers we have it, and then for like a week people will come in asking for ‘Mountain Something’.” she handed me the candle, let me smell it. 

“Oh, that’s. Um. That’s probably because of the tumblr post going around?” she knew Yankee Candle did social media but wasn’t familiar with the specific post. So I gave her a brief summary of it, slowly getting a bit more embarrassed. If she judged me she didn’t show it, laughing in a friendly manner and saying she’d have to look it up. “Yes,” I said. “It’s very convincing.” 

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God fucking dammit I’m gonna have to buy man candles now

Granted my bedsheets currently smell like cedar so

I was genuinely skeptical, for tumblr has the tendency to get a little too hyped up over something not that great.

Never have I been so glad to be proven wrong.

After finding this post for the second time in less than a month, and with my birthday being yesterday (and therefore I had the extra money to spare), I figured it was fate for me to actually drive the short 7 miles to my nearest Yankee Candle and see what all the fuss was about.

When I reached the store, I entered with a mission. I was going to find this candle. I was going to see for myself if it truly lived up to its tumblr reputation.

The sweet blonde lady at the register didn’t even get the chance to ask me if I was looking for anything in particular when I found it. Under the “Home” section of the quaint little store was the beautiful warm brown of this candle. I smiled at the lady and told her that I found what I was looking for.

I braced myself. I pictured Chris Evans. I pictured Chris Hemsworth, even Chris Pine. I opened the lid.

I giggled. I smiled like a dork. I blushed and I swooned and this candle is the greatest creation on God’s great earth. You don’t even need to picture the buff and burly man. As soon as I smelled the candle, my thoughts immediately jumped to Brendon Urie and Patrick Stump, for I know that’s what those two glorious men smell like as well.

Friends, believe me when I say this: the Yankee Candle Company has done it. This glorious company has successfully managed to capture the essence of Your Next Boyfriend™ and put

it

in the form of a candle.

Go on now, my children. Bask in its glory

Guess what I’m doing tomorrow?  Took the day off work to do Xmas shopping and there’s a yankee candle store at the mall.  Wish me luck!

@typhoidmeri, @steeleholtingon, @phoenix-173, @rainnecassidy, @kryptaria

Now I’m tempted to check it out. I avoid candles in the house as a policy after an incident with a longhair cat who wasn’t at all aware that she had a tail stuck to her backside, but this may require an exception.

Tumblr teaches me the most amazing things.

The story of Cassandra, the woman who told the truth but was not believed, is not nearly as embedded in our culture as that of the Boy Who Cried Wolf—that is, the boy who was believed the first few times he told the same lie. Perhaps it should be.

In her cover essay on silencing women in the October 2014 issue of Harper’s, Rebecca Solnit once again proves that she is one of our era’s greatest essayist – further evidence here and here.  (via folklorics)