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i was watching futurama with my friend last night and it glitched out so bad i got the best screenshot ever .
when you remember an important task while going to bed at 3am
ever read a piece of writing where a lesbian describes another lesbian using language and framing that makes every attempt by a straight person to describe a human woman seem like see spot run because it's the greatest feeling on this earth
hot pants, by jen cross
a true story (whether you believe it or not), by lesléa newman
cunt cult, by dorianne erickson moore
hot pants, by jen cross
[When I think of lust, I think of four-inch Mary Jane platforms, all black patent leather and white piping tracing the edges, being worn by a girl with the longest damn legs you ever saw—calves that curved around, butter smooth, settled over with a fine layer of gold hair, thighs like the long thunder rolling through a hot July night, and the tightest pair of hot pants you ever did see, cupped like not even second skin but first around her fleshy rump. The kinda girl who her friends say (the sharp, skinny ones at least) shouldn't exactly be wearing hot pants anyway cuz look at how her butt keeps pushing out from under the shimmery material, all sweet and jiggly and needing just and exactly the sort of attention I could be giving to it. Yeah, these cold nights up here in Detroit when the stream heat's not working right and I can hardly get the damn stove going hot enough to put some warmth into my too-tight studio, all I can do is think on Shirleen in those near-carnivorous hot pants, and how she let me in 'em just that one Christmas before I left.]
a true story (whether you believe it or not), by lesléa newman
[She sure was pretty. More than pretty. Gorgeous. A real looker. Awesome, like the kids on Mrs. Lawrence's block would say. I knew she was a stranger around here, 'cause I know every woman in this town — those who do, those who don't, and those who might. This one would, I was sure of it.
She was wearing jeans that fit her just right — tight enough to give you a good idea of what was under 'em, but loose enough to keep you guessing just a little bit. She had on this red shirt that was cut straight across the shoulders so that her collarbone was peeking out a little bit and I could just see the edge of her bra strap, which was black and lacy. She had on these little red shoes that damn near broke my heart and a mess of silver bracelets on her right arm that made a heck of a noise sliding down her wrist and crashing into each other when she reached into her purse for her wallet. There musta been fifty of 'em or more. Her pocketbook was red too and so were her nails and so was her lipstick. Not too red though. Not cheap red of flashy red. There's red and there's red, you know what I mean, and this red looked real good. She had silver hoops in her ears, to match her bracelets maybe, and she was a big woman, which suited me fine. I like my women big, you know, like those old painters like Renoir usta paint. None of this Twiggy stuff for me. I like a woman you can hold onto. A woman you're not afraid you're gonna break if you squeeze too tight. A woman with a little meat on her bones.
Well, I took all of this in in about two seconds flat and then I looked away, 'cause I didn't want her to think I was being impolite or nothing. I know my manners and my mama taught me...]
cunt cult, by dorianne erickson moore
[Wind sways the curtains and sends in a hit of chilly air, which traces my skin sharply. I rise, calm, and walk across the cool, creaking wood floor. I stretch. Reaching up, I pull my body loose, and the rap on the door comes. Sliding open the lock, I allow her in, this handsome woman on the edge of fifty. She looks up at me, her light blue eyes glinting and her slow smile scattering my thoughts. Though seven inches taller than she, I feel short. Her close-cut blonde hair is lighter than mine and it frames her pale skin with an edge of other-worldliness. She is dressed in Levi's, a warm jacket, a t-shirt, and black cowboy boots. She tosses down her red backpack and then shakes off her jacket. I lock the door. As usual the sixty-year-old door sticks and I have to slam it shut. The sharp crack makes me jump and I look over to see her smiling at my shaking hands. I slide them into my back pockets and wait. No words yet. Do I talk first? Does she?
She says, "What's for dinner?"
Is this a trick question? I go for the easy answer and lead her into the kitchen, where I have set out a simple meal of bread, cheese, and fruit. I've been much too nervous to cook anything. She sits at the table. I sit. She thoughtfully chooses an apple wedge, slowly pushes it into her mouth, and sucks on it, savoring. My shaking hands starts its reach for the food and then jumps when she bites down on the apple with a hard snap. I manage to get down a bit of bread and cheese, knowing more than ever that I'll need lots of energy.]
Wikipedia is good but holy shit, it's not good enough for the amount of internet it is single-handedly supporting. We editors are mere mortals, yet we hold up the sky like Atlas. We're fighting for our lives here
Listen closely—
We have just entered an absolutely wild new era of internet misinformation and the shit hasn't visibly hit the fan yet but it WILL.
It's quite simple:
Wikipedia has become the definitive online source of information to the point that other fairly reputable websites often cite or copy it. Do you have any idea the psychological whiplash of clicking "Info" on iNaturalist for a plant, and being confronted with text that YOU WROTE
The internet as a whole is being used as training data for AI bots, which are in turn used to generate online content.
Wikipedia is an encyclopedia, meaning it is supposed to summarize information that's already out there, NOT synthesize new conclusions. In my experience, Wikipedia is alright about labeling and eliminating unsupported statements, but not so good at pinning down and excising bad or disreputable sources, which can stick around for years. To make matters worse, reputable sources are often paywalled.
In conclusion: Oh god oh fuck

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School of Rock (2003)
This is Hale Bopp Comet.
I took these pictures from my garden during spring 1997.
Those were the days…
We need to go back to using sailing ships full time like immediately. Yes it would take longer to get places but the Aesthetic is unmatched
Like there is nothing sexier hthan this
Can’t wait for OP to get scurvy
Are you under the impression that the ships themselves are what caused scurvy
Once again. Do you think this is the fault of the ships themselves
wake up babe, new anti-shipper discourse just dropped
Fungi are truly the nearst thing to immortality we have on this planet
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The world of today looks different than the world of tomorrow https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp56J8NPfT-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
I think it's so adorable that early humans took wild gourds - a tiny fruit that hollows out as it dries, making it float - and decided to make something out of it
they thought the tiny fruit was so good that they bred it for thousands of years, making it larger to form into bowls and cups, and different shapes to become bottles and spoons
and musical instruments
And then, people took the hollow gourds they farmed, and they turned them into houses for birds. We adapted them into the perfect houses for birds, and now there are specific breeds of birdhouse gourd just for making into birdhouses
And humans dedicated gardening space and time and thousands of years of breeding to make the gourds so absolutely perfect for birds, that there is a species of bird that lives almost exclusively in them

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we’reくコ:彡 entering squid territory
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I know I’m following the right people when I see this kinda stuff on my dash
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I am once again watching the Werner Herzog deranged penguin documentary.