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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x04 - “Paint the Town Blue”

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#ARCTOBER DAY 29: Sevika ↳ "Everyone, out."

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Pictured: Clara Bow sitting on Lesbian film director Dorothy Arzner’s lap

Caption: “Clara Bow and Dorothy Arzner are pals.”

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i'm bisexual because i'm attracted to both flesh and machinery

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santa put me on the Nuanced list this year

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Oh yeah there's a part 2 of the horse desensitizing that I love.

🐎: Hey what's with that tiny predator, the one you're hold- WOAH WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS IT UP SO HIGH

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Among his other activities, [Steve Wozniak] collects phone numbers, and his longtime goal has been to acquire a number with seven matching digits. But for most of Woz’s life there were no Silicon Valley exchanges with three matching digits, so Woz had to be satisfied with numbers like 221-1111. Then, one day, while eavesdropping on cell phone calls, Woz begin hearing a new exchange: 888. And then, after more months of scheming and waiting, he had it: 888-8888. This was his new cell-phone number, and his greatest philonumerical triumph. The number proved unusable. It received more than a hundred wrong numbers a day. Given that the number is virtually impossible to misdial, this traffic was baffling. More strange still, there was never anybody talking on the other end of the line. Just silence. Or, not silence really, but dead air, sometimes with the sound of a television in the background, or somebody talking softly in English or Spanish, or bizarre gurgling noises. Woz listened intently. Then, one day, with the phone pressed to his ear, Woz heard a woman say, at a distance, “Hey, what are you doing with that?” The receiver was snatched up and slammed down. Suddenly, it all made sense: the hundreds of calls, the dead air, the gurgling sounds. Babies. They were picking up the receiver and pressing a button at the bottom of the handset. Again and again. It made a noise: “Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep.” The children of America were making their first prank call. And the person who answered the phone was Woz.

“The World According to Woz” in Wired (September 1998)

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man how the hell is this stupid ass sport legal. why do we funnel HIGH SCHOOLERS into this

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I...i'm from the midwest too bitch. I literally only followed you for culture. and I romanticized you thinking you were this masc Australian vers top with foreskin and a sexy accent and healthcare that didn't have to worry about money? You mean to tell me we're both broke bitches from Honky town USA???? Whatre we gonna do? Worry about paying medical bills? Rub our cut diks together at Panera? bitch, we gonna start a wildfire with our dried up dicks. No docking? fuck outta here. Unfollowed.

PLEEEEEASSSEEEDBDHCHS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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like literally I don't get how some people don't just see it's a numbers game. like what's the stats? 5% of people are gay or something like that? lets's even say 10% just for good measure. if you take 100 random men and 100 random woman and end up with 90 straight guys and 10 lesbians of course you're more likely to end up with a guy

(for context this is a continuation of an earlier convo about bisexual women partnering with men)

the thing is that if you've decided that women's sexuality is symbolic of something about an in-group rather than, like, an intensely personal decision that's shaped by countless different factors, then it's actually really easy to disregard that it's a numbers game and take it as a personal betrayal when a bi woman pulls some guy

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I can't stop reading the 1793 third edition of "A Classical Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue" (originally published 1785). I have been irritating all my friends and coworkers with fun new terms like "That's the barber!" and "He looks like God's revenge against murder."

Anyway, Ash talked me into drawing some of the phrases and I ended up with these little mid-1780s Londoners.

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they are canceling me for the way i deal with grief. also, for the infinite number of destroyed universes

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Me when I see the word beaʃte

In my head: ah! The archaic form of the letter s! Being a casual scholar of linguistics myself I am well aware that though it resembles the letter f in modern typography in fact it is phonetically identical to s! How foolish it would be to stumble into such a simple lexiconical pitfall!

Me aloud to myself every time: beeft