I do love how the characters in wake up dead man are a lot more subtle with how awful they are. They're not the cartoonish evils of Glass Onion or the loud and chaotic old money evils of the first movie (which fit the vibe of their own movie). But the evil was more grounded. They were normal people that were radicalized by a man who used their bad sides to secure their undying loyalty. The incel behaviour is played for laughs, but it's also a sobering moment of ah, fuck these were just normal people before. They weren't rich. They weren't powerful. They were vulnerable. And easily manipulated.
Youre asking me an awful lot of questions about my very self-explanatory "I DESERVED IT" shirt
Grey wolves Tehya, Tadita, and Takoda!
✨🐺 3/15 of the 2024 Wild Canada trading card drop for the Wilder Institute/Calgary Zoo🐺✨
Manifesting for some intrepid web developer to build a plug-in in 2026 that disables and turns off all AI. Images, “assistants,” summaries, everything, all of it on every site and every app. Let me use my own brain. Let me wander the vast expanse of the desert unmolested by Satan.
(no beers in) I lack a lot of the traits people typically define as human and on occasion it haunts me
Doing some deep reading into Cherokee history for the project that I'm working on and I am continually amazed how fucking funny old Cherokee leaders were
My friend worked with the People With AIDS Coalition in 1990 and found this while cleaning out some old folders. I can't stop thinking about it.
There’s this thing that happens where I keep a bottle of whiskey in the house that I don’t use very often because I just don’t drink very often.
And then someone looks in the liquor cabinet one day and says “why do we have whiskey? Who drinks whiskey?” and then I say “it’s mine. It’s so I can make whiskey sours.”
And then because my close friends and family only drink wine and beer and don’t know what a cocktail is they then ask “What’s a whiskey sour?” and I say “It’s simple syrup, whiskey, and lemon juice on ice”
Then they say “What does that taste like?” and I say “Kind of like gross lemonade but in a good way. I could make you one if you like.” and then they say “No thanks I don’t really do cocktails”
And then two months later the exact same thing happens again with the exact same person because they have forgotten every part of that exchange.
But see, this somehow happens with both every member of my household and every person who visits us regularly and sometimes even with one time guests.
So I have this exact exchange like once or twice a week realistically and tbh I think it’s starting to drive me insane how literally nobody in my life can hold the knowledge of what a whiskey sour is in their brain for longer than three seconds.
I’m caught in a very specific time loop but only in regards to how I use whiskey.
Well SOMEBODY can remember what a whiskey sour is
Guys this is a fucking epidemic, REBLOG THINGS!! This is TUMBLR!! You need to REBLOG!!!
This ratio sent me into orbit! What the fuck??? Tumblr needs you to actually engage with posts and reblog things
This is the reboot website. Do the reblogs!
fun fact: you don't need to be dead to haunt someone. you can literally go round to their house and do all the stuff a ghost would do right now
worrying is like worshipping the problem
and brother i’m on my knees





