Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

sapphichands:

hobbitcreampuff:

But what about vampire history teachers. Vampires who read something from a text book then proceed to light the book on fire and throw it out the window because “No. that’s not even close to what really happened. Listen up nerds I’m about to teach you what really happened in France during the revolution”

I need this as a series

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.

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

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.

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.

shonilane:

madgastronomer:

unitsoul:

cinderfell:

so i think i mentioned how my entire junior class got to sit in our auditorium and listen to ruby bridges talk about racism for two hours yesterday, but i didn’t talk about one of the most powerful moments in the presentation?

so we got to the end—like, the last twenty minutes—and she asked for questions. and we had a few standard questions (”how do you feel about people taking their education for granted?” “what would you say to the people who stood outside and protested you going to school if you met them again?”) but there was this kid waiting in the question line fidgeting nervously. and everybody could see it?? when he finally got up to ask his question, he asked her about her opinion on the events on ferguson.

and she mentioned her sons again, who she talked about earlier in the presentation. and then she told us about her son who was murdered. and she talked about the mothers who had their children taken away and how if you took a life unjustly and forsake your role as a keeper of the peace, you should be punished. and then she talked about how everybody chooses a side in this thing; good and evil.

and then she said that racism today is scarier than it was to her when she was growing up.

and the entire junior class was silent.

for those of you who don’t know, Ruby Bridges was the first black american child (one of the first???) to go to an all white school in the south, meaning all those photos you’ve seen of little black kids being harassed by a violent mob full of white adults - she grew up with that. and despite growing up in that environment she still thinks racism today is scarier than when she was growing up. idk but that comment got to me. 

to everyone who has said that racism is gone or isnt as bad as it used to be “back then” - here’s someone who grew up “back then” saying that not only is racism is still alive today, but it’s even scarier than it was when she was growing up. go and read that comment again and think about it

For those who don’t know, the famous Norman Rockwell painting of the little Black girl being escorted by four US Marshals? That’s Ms. Bridges.

She was one of the first six Black children chosen to integrate New Orleans schools. Two of those chose to stay at their original schools after all. The other three went to a different school. Ruby was alone. Six years old, and all alone, escorted to and from school by US Marshals assigned to her personally by President Eisenhower.

White children pulled out of school when she was enrolled. White teachers refused to teach her. Only one teacher could be found who was willing to teach her, and that woman taught a class of one for an entire year. She received daily death threats, including from one woman who waited for her every single day in order to threaten to poison her. She could eat only food prepared at home that her Marshals had kept watch over. Her father lost his job. Her grandparents, who were sharecroppers, were turned off their land.

And she says racism is more frightening today.

Well, damn.

hightopsandhighhopes:

why do i like marvel so much?

i like marvel because marvel saves the civilians. iron man’s suit can only hold two passengers? he finds a way to save them all anyway. the train’s derailing? pietro maximoff, who has barely used his powers before, saves all those in the way. the city is about to collapse with everyone on it? s.h.i.e.l.d. comes in and saves every single one. marvel saves the people while dc would knock off all of gotham for the hell of it. dc collapses football stadiums and hangs people to prove a point. marvel saves everyone because they’re just as important as the heroes. that’s the real point to be proven. and that’s why i love it so much.

dragonessofthelights:

obsessedwithfrozen42:

drybananahippyhat:

scoutprouvaire:

amazonpoodle:

what if the reason nobody can tell fred and george apart is because they really are interchangeable

not in a ~it doesn’t matter~ way but like. molly and arthur used to worry that fred and george might turn out to be squibs because they weren’t doing any accidental magic as children, but they were, THEY TOTALLY WERE, it just wasn’t anything flashy, instead they were just like idly switching bodies all the time

and like sometimes it doesn’t make much of a difference, whatever, wake up in the opposite bed you went to sleep in, but it gets like dangerous and weird if you’re on a broom or in the pond or letting your mum teach you to cook or trying to be mad stealth, so for a long long time everybody presumes they’re clumsy maybe-squibs and that they’re doing their twin lying thing when they try to explain what’s going on, so they learn to handle the issue their ownselves

they just. don’t go anywhere without the other. they start each day deciding which body is going to be which (because at this point they really don’t know which body is technically fred and which is technically george), and they learn to reorient FAST when they switch, and what things set them off, and eventually they learn how to act like nothing’s up even when one of them’s in the air and one’s on the ground or whatever, and then they burn past that til they can finish each other’s sentences — til they can switch midsentence — til they can play beater together — til they can switch in a split second in the middle of a game — til there’s room for other kinds of accidental magic to start showing up

at hogwarts they keep each other awake in history of magic by switching back and forth. in potions they take turns brewing and keeping lookout for the slytherins. in transfiguration and charms they keep their grades up because one of them will always get a spell right on the first try so they switch and make it look like both of them do and then they practice on their own later in private. it keeps the mystery alive.

at first they thought lee was just a lucky guesser but no, lee can always tell one twin from another twin — it’s not exactly telling fred from george, because while they are definitely two distinct personalities neither one of them feels like fred all the time or george all the time — but lee knows who he argued with yesterday or who he lent his notes to or who’s best to ask for help in astronomy and who’s best at runes. 

the weasleys are pretty bad at it for the longest time, but then bill comes home from his first year cursebreaking and he can tell, and over a holiday he teaches his trick to charlie so charlie can tell. alicia and katie and angelina can tell. the twins honestly don’t know if oliver can tell or not; so long as they’re doing what they’re supposed to on the quidditch pitch he doesn’t really care about much else. harry can tell. luna can tell. tonks can tell.

the problem is there’s no way for this to end happily

YES THERE IS

THERE IS INDEED A WAY FOR THIS TO END HAPPILY LISTEN UP

so after fred dies, george hates being trapped in one body, feels claustrophobic, misses fred so much he thinks it might drive him insane

but then one day

george blinks and he’s somewhere he wasn’t a second ago, he’s in a place full of white light and he can’t orient himself, can’t ground himself, feels dizzy and sick and overwhelmed but it only lasts for about thirty seconds.

then he’s back in his own body. 

and he looks down at his chest, his legs, his arms, there’s an ear missing so it’s definitely still his living body, but there’s something written on his arm, scrawled in messy quill ink. 

“i love you. i miss you.”

george flips out, washes off the ink and immediately writes a message in reply— “how’s death going?”

he walks around with that message written on his arm for weeks, always keeping a quill pen somewhere nearby, waiting, waiting, before it finally happens again. the switch. george is alive, so he can’t handle being in the afterlife, he feels dizzy and sick and it’s the worst feeling in the world, but it doesn’t last long, and when he gets back to his living body, there’s a long message from fred waiting on his right thigh, the ink still drying.

this goes on for years, never as often as either twin would like, but it’s enough. fred helps george figure out how to propose to angelina, fred helps plan the wedding. sometimes it’s fred in george’s body when angelina kisses her husband. sometimes she suspects, but she doesn’t mind in the slightest.

it gets easier as george gets older. the times when he switches into fred’s afterlife don’t hurt as much. he almost feels comfortable there, almost feels oriented. he knows he’s getting closer to dying.

then when george is past ninety, lying on his deathbed, he writes a careful message on his palm. “i’m coming soon. where are you?”

they switch, it lasts for almost five minutes this time, and when george gets back into his own body, he sees the instructions fred wrote over his heart.

“you’ll wake up in king’s cross station. take the second train and get off at the third stop. i’ll be waiting.”

THIS IS THE BEST GODDAMN HARRY POTTER HEADCANON I HAVE EVER READ I AM C R Y I N G

Oh my god. I don’t know what to do with all these feels

dumbkili:

dumbkili:

oh my god okay @all tourists coming to new york for the first time:

street hot dogs should be one dollar, maybe a dollar fifty. anything more than that and theyre swindling you. walk another block and get urself a decently priced hot dog

you dont have to yell “TAXI” when ur tryin to hail a cab, we all know u want a cab, thats why ur sticking ur arm up like a square

seriously. walk faster and in a tighter clump. people have things to do and the sidewalk is not yours to command

thats all please come visit nyc but do it smartly

addendum: nobody here calls it the big apple casually its like the number one way to spot a tourist and could lead to aforementioned overpriced hot dogs

recoveryisbeautiful:

uglysoulsbeautifulbodies:

DO NOT DISMISS SOMETHING A CHILD IS PROUD OF. LOOK AT IT. POINT SOMETHING OUT AND TELL THEM YOU LOVE IT. IF A CHILD DRAWS YOU A RAINBOW, TELL THEM YOU LOVE HOW IT HAS RED. THEY WILL THINK “WOW. IT DOES HAVE RED. THEY LOVE HOW I PUT RED IN IT. I PUT RED IN IT. AND THEY NOTICED.” MAKE SURE YOUR CHILD KNOWS YOU ARE PROUD OF THEM.

When kids shows you stuff like that, they often feel that if you accept what they’re showing you then you accept them. So this is really important. Even if it’s not something they made… even if they just want to show you a toy. If they show you something, pay attention, show interest. It’s psychologically good for kids when you do that.

skeleterrible:

ATTENTION ALL MY TRANS AND NB FOLLOWERS.

any of you who bind or are currently looking for a binder, please buy from gc2b-apparel.

Underworks are a widely used brand and considered pretty safe, but binding doesn’t have to hurt, or be unsafe!

this brand of binders have been created by trans people for trans people. they are EXTREMELY comfortable and breathe super easy.

not to mention they get you 10x flatter than Underworks or other popular brands. and they run about the same price as Underworks.

I sound like an infomercial lmao but seriously I just want to make sure everyone out there is binding safely and happily!

I’ve literally never had a more comfy binder and the actual binding part actually comes down further than Underworks tritop binders so you won’t have that awful “boob poking out the bottom” thing, for the more busty people out there.

internetr0yalty:

As a feminist I think women should also be drafted if necessary.

As a feminist I think women should not be given a lighter sentence compared to a man who did the same crime.

As a feminist I think female abusers should be held at the same level as male abusers

As a feminist I think male rape victims are just as equal as female rape victims and deserve the same attention.

As a feminist I believe in complete equality between genders even if that equality isn’t always “beneficial” to me

enigmaticagentalice:

People talk a lot about how Harry Potter taught them about friendship and bravery and love overcoming evil etc and of course I think that’s very important but like…

Harry Potter also taught an entire generation of kids that the news media can’t always be trusted to tell the truth, that the government can often be corrupt or incompetent, that the legal system isn’t always right, that the people in power don’t always have your best interests at heart. That bad things sometimes happen to good people, that your heroes aren’t always as perfect as you think they are, that even those with the best intentions can be wrong, that everyone can make mistakes and that often in order to make things right it takes a lot of hard work and sacrifice.

…and I think in a way that’s every bit as important as the more positive messages.

lazyleezard:

lilredsketch:

crayons-suck:

tomg84:

1. You can communicate through windows
2. Sign language is a 3-D Language
3. You can sign with your mouth full
4. Hearing parents can communicate with their Deaf child
5. You can sign underwater
6. Sign Language is a neat way to express yourself
7. You can communicate across a room or via mirror without shouting
8. Sign language is beautiful
9. You can make friends with Deaf people
10. Sign language brings together Hearing & Deaf people

Also if you really want to learn most deaf people are so happy that you are interested in learning and will be super patient and work with you. 

And it’s a really great thing to be able to do for any job because imagine having to go everywhere with someone that can translate for you or with paper to write or trying to read lips and just going to grab a cup of coffee and Hey, the barista knows sign language. They aren’t great but you get to speak with them and order your coffee in the way that’s natural to you like that would just make your day. Or a teacher that can talk and sign so classes don’t have to divide?? Or a therapist that can sign?? Hearing people signing 2k15 honestly.

Plus sign language is simpler and faster to learn than written/spoken languages. And there are lots of resources online for any language you may want to learn:

• School of Sign Language is great for British Sign Language (BSL)
  
• ASLU looks less fancy but it’s great and super complete for learning American Sign Language(ASL)
• Comunicación en LSE tiene unos video para los básicos muy básicos en Lengua de Signos Española (LSE)
• I aquí hi ha una complicació ja feta d’on aprendre Llengua de Signes Catalana (LSC)

And you can always google for Deaf/Hard of hearing places/centers in your city and go ask, most of them offer free or really affordable courses 

adelindschade:

lynyrdwrites:

adelindschade:

lynyrdwrites:

adelindschade freaking out with hatred over Canadian geese is the best thing ever.

Y’all bitches thought us Canadians were nice? Yeah, that’s because then we can go home and remind ourselves that we cursed you with those bitches.  And then laugh.

Fuck you. Fuck all of you who had anything to do with the creation of this vile thing. I was going to bed and now I’m seething with searing hate over the fact THEY ARE BACK, AND THEY ARE BACK WITH A VICIOUS VENGEANCE. 

I never did tell you about the time some kids thought it was a perfect prank of let one inside the school to reign terror on the rest of us. 

No one knows exactly how it came in but we heard it. HONK. HONK/ *SCREAM*/ and we had to investigate. Watching some poor soul all but abandon her locker as this thing CHARGES, (”GET BACK TO CLASS YOUNG LADY.”) Some dare devils went out to face this thing and was promptly chickened back into the safety of the classroom after 4 boys took on one single fucking goose. 

ONE FUCKING GOOSE WITH THE RAGE OF SATAN

WHAT. DID. WE . EVER. DO. TO. YOU. 

WHAT. DID . YOU. SACRIFICE. TO CREATE. SUCH A DEMON.

Look, we have a reputation to uphold.  We’re the nice ones.  But you know what they say about the nice ones, right?  That inside they’re seething balls of hate rage?

Canadian Geese are our hate rage in physical form.  

I expected this from Australia. Not you. Not our friendly, non-problematic neighbors. We share lakes. And fish. And syrup. Don’t be a dick. 

You know, out of all the superpowers, I would fear anyone with the power to control Canadian geese. Send those fuckers to war. Send them to bombard your enemies. Canadian Geese. Should. NOt. Be. messed. With. 

merlins-total-turnip-head:

You cannot possess me for I belong to myself
But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give
You cannot command me, for I am a free person
But I shall serve you in those ways you require
and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand.

caelestys:

sergeantsleighbells:

au where the government incarcerate bucky in a high security secret facility and the avengers just conspire and break him out and when a government official comes to stark tower and is like ‘hey give barnes back’ tony is just like ‘he’s not here’ and the dude is all ‘he is sat right there’ and tony just goes ‘nah thats my cousin sergei’ and the government can’t do anything bc technically bucky barnes has been dead for 70 years and every year the facility gets a christmas card from the tower signed steve, tony, clint, natasha, bruce, thor and ‘cousin sergei’ and the card is just a picture of bucky with reindeer antlers on

i reblog this every fucking time

kardashalien:

inner–utopia:

Bless that one person in every group that is like “keep going, I’m listening” and encourages you to finish your story even when everyone else is talking over you.

feminism-and-sprinkles:

sammy-makes-moosetracks:

A man in a room full of women is ecstatic.
A woman in a room full of men is terrified.

this blew my mind

Speaking as someone with a lot of experience getting sexually harassed and more, I can confirm that this is true.  In a room full of men, I’m thinking about my odds of getting out the door relatively unharmed.

jessicadegouw:

onlysaneman:

If we mutually follow each other on here there’s at least a 20% chance I’ve referred to you in a real life conversation as “someone I know”

#’someone i know’ #’i know someone who’ #’I HAVE THIS FRIEND’

herrsassyfras:

dragondrones:

sherlockismysuicidenote:

I can understand people who go vegan
I cannot understand people who go vegan and start spreading dangerous lies about how vaccinations work, about different chemicals used in food processing, about antibiotics or other things.
Seriously, just because you don’t have a clue about chemistry, don’t spread your bullshit.

I’m sorry but chemicals are bad for the human body

I’m sorry but our bodies are made up entirely of chemicals

marauders4evr:

lilyatethepizza:

thenotoriousscuttlecliff:

bubble-squash:

thatonenerdwhofangirls:

mr-egbutt:

wrestlingcrocs:

melancholy-d-r-e-a-m:

wrestlingcrocs:

ledzipline:

we need to sacrifice somebody so Ellen never dies

justin bieber

robin thicke

tony abbott

lawrence lockman

perez hilton

nash grier

This is quickly becoming the Hunger Games for douchebags 

THE 1ST ANNUAL DOUCHEBAG GAMES.

Hosted by Ellen

awallawallawashington:

greenbergsays:

Okay but.

Steve needs to have a Swear Jar and every time someone says a profanity in front of him, he just holds it out. The especially bad ones cost two dollars, don’t think Steve will let you get away with that. And this goes on for months and months and when Bucky starts coming around, he notices it. And he also notices how Steve doesn’t swear in front of any of the Avengers.

And when he gets Steve alone, he’s like, “what gives, you’ve got the worst mouth out of anyone I know.”

And Steve, with a perfectly innocent expression, says, “they made assumptions, Buck. I think those assumptions should at least buy a new bike, don’t you?”

And Bucky just stares at him, awed, like, “I forgot how fucking devious you are.”

Until the last word of the first paragraph there is no strong indication that this isn’t SU

fatmaninalittlesuit:

Isn’t a happy day for everyone.

If you are struggling today know you aren’t alone and that you are loved. (Hug)

janeanfabino19:

hisroyalmagesty:

neyruto:

if you give kids zero restrictions they’ll become the nicest fucking kids ever who never do drugs or get into trouble i know because my parents let me do nothing but eat chicken nuggets all day and read hentai until 4am and i am a straight A student 

Seriously though this seems to be the case with a ton of people I know, if you don’t restrict them all the time they actually do better and are mentally healthier

WHY DON’T PARENTS UNDERSTAND THIS?!?

Literally the only hard restriction my parents ever gave me was a very terrifying “Treat our books well or on your own head be it” and I go to bed by two and eat and do homework and have no interest in drugs or alcohol.

fairysharkmother:

fairysharkmother:

Dear darling,

 How are you? It’s been a long time since we talked. Are you still working on that project that you were thinking of as a child? You were always so creative and bright, so even if you aren’t, I’m sure that something new and amazing is coming your way. 

 I know times can get tough, and I’ll be here by your side. I may not always be there, I may not always be able to help as much as I’d like, but I am here. You’re my treasure, after all, and I love you. No matter what you do, I’ll be here. Sometimes, when you feel disappointed in yourself, just remember that I am proud of you. 

 You’re my beautiful sweetheart, and don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. One of the most beautiful things in this world is your smile- not because your teeth are perfect, but because your happiness shines through. Your happiness, and nobody else’s- there will never be anyone like you ever again, and it makes me overjoyed to be able to say that you are mine. 

 I love you, darling.

 Keep your head held high, and keep moving forward. No matter what happens, I will always be here for you.

Love,
Momma

P.S.

Remember to drink lots of water, stay healthy, and take any medicine if you need it.
Love you! Many kisses!

takashi0:

sundown-monsoon:

solarcrashx:

biphobiabullshit:

wishywashymermaid:

biphobiabullshit:

Bisexuals in a hetero relationship have no right to invade LGBTQ spaces.

yeH!! bisexual ppl have no right to invade lesbian, gay, BISEXUAL, trangender, and queer/questioning spaces!!! get bi ppl out of bi spaces !!!!!

Why would you occupy space in a socially oppressed community if you’re well conformed with heterosexuality? What bullshit.

wow it’s almost as if id still be bisexual

well if you’re not dating or banging anyone clearly you’re aromantic and asexual if we’re judging this entirely on your relationship status, right?

OP is such a damn moron.

ponyota:

in the tags, put 

- where u live

- ur first language 

- what u call this:

dedalvs:

roseburger:

rifa:

feministwomenofcolor:

primadonna-grrrl:

fyi non-natives wearing moccasins isnt cultural appropriation but if you want moccasins you should definitely be buying them from natives. otherwise youre creating profit for the white people who were/are trying to exterminate us.

I was told this by a Native American guy I went to school with so now I do that. I’d rather put money back where it belongs. This resonates deeply with me as a black woman who tries to support Black and Non White individuals. - K

!!! Please this thing, don’t buy crappy moccasin rip off shoes from chains, please make sure you buy authentic ones made by us!! Also stop wearing them in the fucking rain and ruining them goddamnit

also the ones made by first nations are always way better anyway????? there’s this woman named Sunshine Tenasco-Brazeau in eastern canada that makes them for babies and they’ve been known to sell like crazy because they’re amazing. You can get them here and she employs tons of other first nations women and it’s a great little native-owned company. 

Reblogging this for the links in the last comment. It’s really cool to raise awareness, but it’s even cooler with something like this to provide links to places where you can actually buy the goods in question!

beneaththeforest:

One thing I’ve learned: when people end whatever they’re saying with “idk, I’m probably not making any sense,” it usually means they are telling you something very close and personal to them, something that’s such an integral part of their being that they have trouble putting it into words that do it justice.