Curating the Internet

There are no ordinary moments.

[foodffs]

sweet potato gnocchi with broccoli rabe and garlic sage butter sauce

Really nice recipes. Every hour.

Show me what you cooked!

[kodaksnacks-blog]

[adamjk]

i’ve still never seen this with the sound on one day it will be a pleasant surprise i bet

[adamjk]

OH MY GOD I FINALLY WATCHED THIS WITH SOUND ON WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY AUSTRALIAN AND WHY IS THE SONG SO MANIC OH MY GOD

[pleatedjeans]

Three cheers for these guys [x]

[blackphoenixincorporated]

This is how to be a good ally.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Using their Bro-ness for good, not evil

[ladyflowdi]

So a tiny story: on Black Friday a few weeks ago I went to Gamestop to buy my brother a game for Christmas, and I noticed this older man was watching me like a hawk. He was loitering around the front of the store without really buying anything, and every time I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye he was looking at me. I went to look at the PS4 games, and he was looking at something right behind me. I checked out the Nintendo games, and he was looking at them too. I was the only woman in the store, by the way.

By the time I got in line to pay he was loitering at the front of the store again, and I just had that feeling that he was going to try and take the game I just bought, or steal my purse, as soon as I left the store. OR, he was going to try and follow me home. And I know I don’t have to explain that terror to any woman reading this, but all I could think was that I’m in this Gamestop alone with at least twenty other men and something is about to happen. I’m beginning to freak out, to the point where I’ve just pulled my pepper spray out of my purse and into the pocket of my coat. 

So there I am, next in line to pay, and there is this GIGANTIC dudebro right behind me, and I say gigantic as a 6 foot tall woman. He says, “Ma’am? Don’t be offended, but would it be alright if I walked you to your car?” and I was like “Are you serious?” and he was like “There are some weird guys in here right now. Have you noticed that guy watching you?” and then I showed the dudebro the pepper spray in my pocket and he was like “Right on. Would you still let me walk you to your car?” and I said yes.

So I paid, and waited while HE paid, and he walked me to my car. And just as I was getting in, the weird guy who’d been loitering came out of the store, saw me and my dudebro, and turned around and walked away in the opposite direction. 

In short: men who recognize that women are unsafe in dark alleys, college campuses, grocery stores, gas stations and retail stores and do something about it are the kind of quality men that this world needs more of.

[yuuri-katsuki-on-ice-blog]

Please for the love of god yes.

[iitsnotivett]

Yuzuru Hanyu on Ice vs. off Ice

[omgkatsudonplease]

I’ve been watching this for 10 minutes and it still doesn’t stop being funny

[seaglassandeelgrass]

— 1925 Oxford shoes by Coxton Shoe Co. Ltd, Rushden (Northamptonshire), England

“The ‘Oxford’ lace-up shoe was the predominant style in men’s footwear during the 1920s.  It was known in the trade as a ‘closed tab shoe’ because the eyelet tabs (the sections of leather with holes for the laces) were stitched under the front section of the shoe, or vamp,  rather than on top of it.  

Usually Oxfords were made up in black or brown leather for everyday wear.  British footwear fashions were conservative during the 1920s with strict rules dictating what colour shoe could be worn with which outfit.  Brown shoes with a dinner suit were frowned upon and flamboyance was considered distasteful.  Bright red leather with striking gold swirls would have been considered highly unusual, even vulgar.  These shoes were made up for display at the London International Shoe Fair in 1925 and may have been aimed at the American market which was open to more exotic designs.”

(source: from the V&A collections)

@goddamnshinyrock, I think I found the shoes of Bertie Wooster’s dreams.

[goddamnshinyrock]

oh my god YES. Jeeves would be so horrified.

[plantyr]

My AP photo class took a field trip to San Francisco two weeks ago and one of the art galleries we went to was Pier 26. My favorite exhibit was this room. A man decided to print every single picture uploaded to Flickr in one day and just pile them all into a room all the way to the ceiling. (350,000) It was amazing to just lay down in a sea of photographs and look at one and see into someone else’s life. There were so many weddings and special occasions and even just selfies. It was by the far the most interesting art exhibit I have been to.

[shaindyl]

Fellow Canadians, take note. We have a LOT of work still to do here.

[smalldarlinglesbian]

We have had a female Prime Minister, wtf. Prime Minister Kim Campbell, in the 90s.

The rest, however, yes. Work to do.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Kim Campbell was PM, she was not elected to that position. She took office, following Brian Mulroney’s retirement from office. Later that year an election was called, but she lost that election.

Canada has never elected a female Prime Minister.

[adulthoodisokay]

Honestly, Canada, now you’re just rubbing it in our faces.

[smothermewithaffection]

So I got this ad on youtube...

It’s for U.S. Cellular, specifically advertising how great their streaming service is. You can even , the guy in the ad says, stream hours of grass mowing.

And I go… “wait a minute…that sounds weird…why hasn’t this ad ended yet?”

And I look at the bottom. 

the ad is seven hours long.

[smothermewithaffection]

UPDATE

i’m half an hour in

the guy’s come back a couple times. his mower broke down and he went to get more gas. he came back and started it up again, drove around a few more times making comments about it being fun and “you still watchin? weird.” After a bit he took out a ruler and started measuring the grass.

[smothermewithaffection]

He pulled out a book and a lawn chair and started reading, but he just left and said he’ll be back soon

[smothermewithaffection]

he brought out an umbrella but it fell over so he left and came back and tried to fix it but it completely broke so he stalked off, dragging the chair behind him. i’m loving this.

[smothermewithaffection]

HE BROUGHT OUT A HAND-HELD UMBRELLA

[smothermewithaffection]

he’s really getting into the book

[smothermewithaffection]

He put away the umbrella and book and stuff and now he’s measuring the grass again.

[smothermewithaffection]

HE’S GONNA PLAY CROQUET

[smothermewithaffection]

the sprinklers turned on…i’m two hours into this thing

[elodieunderglass]

more compelling than real tv tbh

[faintedincoils]

[sprinkles-of-nietzsche]

i just love the thought that this was probably this actor’s single weirdest work day, like do you think he just bursts out laughing as soon as he gets offscreen each time

[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.

MOUNTAIN LODGE

[stepone]

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

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

[blackberrycreek]

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.

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.

[madame-vashtranerada]

This is how you do advertisement

[theyankeecandle]

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.

[clarabeau]

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.

[skunkbear]

[lowsun]

[pleatedjeans]

Tumblr Gets Deep (21 Pics)

[impossiblyhighmuffin]

Reblog for a smile ❤

[incorrectuswntquotes]

Do sharks complain about Mondays? No. They’re up early biting stuff, chasing shit, being scary. Reminding everyone they’re a fucking shark.

Ashlyn Harris (via incorrectuswntquotes)

[lsaaaaaac]

[pbh3]

The planets, aligned.

[hashtagclouds]

the sickest thing ive ever seen

[sizvideos]

Video

[originalbrainsofwolves]

fuck man

[lotrlocked]

In case you weren’t convinced that hating yourself is a learned behavior

[blamemarktjan-deactivated201711]

Physical shame comes from parents, teachers, media, and peers. It’s not something you’re born with. You were born naked, wonderful, and gorgeous, and no one should make another being feel as if that wasn’t, and isn’t true.

[someday-i-will-be-skinny-blog]

This made me cry