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trudicatcandle:

tracing-rivers:

“I confessed, to the wrong priest” is my favorite line in Wake Up Dead Man, because it’s so subtle and yet so kind. Martha has been so dismissive of Jud the whole movie. Not outright mean, of course, but she clearly saw him as a tenant who sometimes gave her a hand rather than a priest, and put him down when he seemed to overstep by acting like one. The line is an admission that not only Jud is a priest, he’s a priest who does share the beliefs she’s built herself over for decades. Even disillusioned by Wicks’s self-serving hypocrisy, he still allows her to see her faith as a moral pillar. It’s saying “I should have trusted you, and if I had, maybe none of this would have happened”.

It’s the “because you are a good nurse” of the movie.

It’s even more deep because she did the confession as a prideful kind of childish brag to prove how deeply she trusted Wicks and only had she trusted Judd and acted differently she would’ve been forced into diferent choices.

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raccoonmilf:

It is still wild to me that I legitimately have to research in a bikini in order to effectively collect data.

And the reason being is that people (of all genders equally) perceive me as a threat otherwise.

Like

Threat vs not a threat

People have said before that they are concerned I’m gonna get them in trouble, but I think the real reason folks get mean is that tourists effectively enter a liminal space when they go on vacations (especially American tourists on tropical vacations) and they don’t want anything to pull them out of that mindset.

So when I show up with a clipboard and wanting to talk while wearing an outfit that clearly says “I’m working, but not in any sort of position that exists in your vacation fantasy,” that pulls them out of the fantasy and they react negatively.

Meanwhile, if I’m dressed the same way everyone else is, even if I have a clipboard and want to talk about the same thing, I automatically become a wacky NPC who is part of the fantasy.

I no longer hear “It’s really weird that you’re just out here watching people” but instead “You get to lay on the beach all day and call it “work?” Hell yeah! Living the dream!”

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uncahier:

iwishiwasonfire:

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sketch-elf:

jackhawksmoor:

arbitraryexistence:

lycanthrology:

[attempting to flirt] if i was stuck in a timeloop id desperately explain my situation to you every single reset

Ever since reading my first time loop-based book as a preteen, I’ve had a Secret Time Loop Code Word. It’s been the same word all these years. I’ve never written it down anywhere or told anyone what it is, just kept it tucked away in my brain. That way, if someone I know ever confided in me that they were stuck in a time loop, I would have a way to confirm it: I would tell them the time loop code word and instruct them to find and talk to me again on the next loop. Of course, if it’s a time loop, I wouldn’t remember telling them the code word. But they’d remember it. So if someone ever came to me and said “I’m stuck in a time loop, and the time loop code word is [X],” and it was indeed the word I’ve secretly held onto for most of my life, I would know that we had had this conversation in a previous loop and that they were telling the truth.

Will this ever be useful? Almost certainly not. But hey, there’s nothing wrong with having a completely absurd contingency plan. In case of time loops.

[Image description: A comic panel of Batman looking neutrally at something offscreen while Robin looks at him with wide eyes, gritted teeth and a furrowed brow. The bottom of a speech bubble has been drawn over Batman so it looks like he’s saying the text above. /end ID]

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garaks-padded-bra:

do-not-fold-spindle-or-mutilate:

garaks-padded-bra:

A BIRD POOPED ON MY HEAD ON THE WAY TO WORK.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THE BIRD WAS ON THE WAY TO WORK?

DONT MAKE ME ANGRIER THAN I AM

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mending-magpie:

Enchanted by this wet floor sign I saw at work

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bibaleen:

autophage:

You make soup in a big bowl. You serve it in a smaller bowl. And then you convey it, using a spoon, to your mouth. But what is the spoon? Simply a smaller bowl still

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minakatana:

o-kurwa:

Tag compilation

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caustic-pixie:

going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi:

my corner store guy is a 50 year old man who’s my best friend in the world and recently he was like “you’re too pretty to be single I have some nephews you should meet. very handsome!” and I was like “a niece might be more up my alley” and he just got more excited and said “ah even better! I was overselling my nephews but my nieces are very beautiful”

OP the tags!!

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