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I have been thinking of this Canal+ ad with napoleon in it

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at a conference I attended recently, a researcher pointed to the difficulty of finding material in archives because so much depends on the metadata and the terminology used to describe things changes over time. "it would be so helpful," the researcher said, "if I typed 'lesbian' into the library of congress database, it would also show me results that were categorised in the 50s, when the materials were interpreted as 'intimate female friendships'"

which is what tag wrangles at Archive Of Our Own do incredibly effectively: searching for "omegaverse" also leads to "alpha/beta/omega dynamics" and "alternate universe: a/b/o" and so on. but ao3 achieves this frankly incredible categorisation and indexing system by the power of countless volunteers putting in hours and hours of unpaid and unthanked free time, and it's completely understandable that most archives do not have that kind of infrastructure, but also how incredible that a fan-run website has better searchability, classification, and accessibility than the library of congress

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Anyway did you guys know the Met is selling copies of Attolia's bee earrings that predate the monarchy.

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The first picture and headline come from this Guardian article

I have some news for members of the united states armed forces who feel like they are pawns in a political game and their assignments being unnecessary.

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Sailing

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Souvenir shop

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Inshallah he will be stirred into a fine fry

A delicious meal

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Helena Georgiou

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people love to find progressive ways to say we should all be arranged into separate groups and try our hardest to not relate to one another

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So there I am, waiting for a package for my beloved spouse. It should shock exactly no one to know that the package contains a dog harness. We are, after all, weird dog people. It's just who we are. The package arrives, between the storm door and the front door. This is my favourite place to receive packages. I open the front door. I open the front door and I get SLAPPED IN THE FACE with a wave of NOSTALGIA that is hanging out the side of its best friend's ride, trying to holla at me. My nosehairs curl. My eyes water. I have the sudden urge to put butterfly clips in my hair and ask who else is going to the MTV Video Dance Party on Friday. I bring in the package and slam the door shut against the unholy stank of Axe Body Spray. I lean against the door a few seconds, reminding myself that the mid-00s can't hurt me now. It's just a very nostalgic delivery driver and he's long gone. But the smell lingers. It doesn't just linger, it gets worse. The package grows frosted tips and a chunky metal bead necklace. It grabs my ass and tells me I'm not really that pretty anyway. It puts another layer of Axe on during passing period. The smell was not the delivery driver. It was the package. It was the package, I say, because it's no longer just the package. It's now my sunroom, living room, and dining room. I think I just heard an Offspring/Vengaboys mashup. Or was it Aqua. Either way, someone come save me.

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I made a quiz about some of my favorite animals :)

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Fuck it, fish lady