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miamaimania

Vulva Pilgrim Badge (14th c.) ◆ The Netherlands ~ A vulva on legs, staff in hand, off to find salvation

sea-changed

Two American soldiers get ready to perform in drag in the show This is the Army, 1942 (source)

the-meaninglessness-of-existence

ivyblossom

All other typos can go home. This one wins.

wardengrill

Portrait de la jeune fille en feu / Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019)

farmgf

men can go to the restroom while women must go to the shadows of contemplation

ducissatenebrarum

Memento mori: doodled skeleton death holding an hour glass (Engelberg, Stiftsbib 339)

wholesome-animal-images

a-book-of-creatures

SPROING

victusinveritas

He's prostrating himself before the Eucharist, in case you're wondering. Or possibly planking.

vvatchword

@apocrypals

apocrypals

Hi, pope expert here. This isn’t funny — popes only do this when they’re in extreme distress

UNMUTE THIS.

This may be my favorite pet costume ever 🥰

antikittysocial

@ufo-offical <- it’s you!

ufo-offical

ITS ME!!!

*flies past at a slow pace*

moldwood

frightfullytreeish

reblog to slowblink at your mutuals

soljos2023

destroyscythe-heck

There’s a branch of the Medicis that moved to Ireland and now are running a successful chain of fried chicken restaurants which is a very different vinbe from when they were like buying popes and stuff

memecucker

The current heir to the main branch of the Hapsburg family is an endurance race car driver

solipseismic

#if he got rid of some middle names i bet he would be more aerodynamic and better at racing via @/honeyseller

sraithpics

Correction: it's not the Medicis who run the Dublin fried chicken shops, but the direct decendants of the enemies of the Medici; the Borgias. The chain is called Borza and is better known for fish and chips. They moved to Ireland in the early 20th century. They are also said to have introduced the deep fried Mars bar from Scotland to Ireland.

digital-magus

The Borgias, among the most feared and reviled families in European history, running a fish 'n chips shop with deep fried Mars bars is one of the funniest things I've ever heard. It's like something from a D&D campaign where they decided to completely change genres.

yvesdot

Alright, fine, here's the backstory about replacing my Microsoft Copilot key with a picture of a carp. Warning: that's the whole story.

When I bought my latest laptop, which coincidentally is already losing functionality in multiple keys, I noticed that the right Control button was no longer a right Control button. This was a bad sign for me, someone who fairly frequently used the right Control button. Worse still, it now bore the Microsoft Copilot logo and would open, when pressed, Microsoft Copilot. Not having personal interest in that particular robot, I was now in the market to rebind that key to something else.

I initially considered setting it up as my dedicated The Sims 2 button, but not only do I not yet have The Sims 2 installed on this computer, the way I play that game, it takes upwards of 15 minutes to boot up. I knew I would be constantly accidentally hitting this key, and I did not want to be constantly accidentally opening The Sims 2.

My partner immediately suggested that I set it to open "a jpeg of a fish." I Googled "carp," found an image, and set my right Control key to open a tiny browser window with a link to said fish. Though it is a .png file from pngtree labeled "pngtree-rohu-carp-fish-png-png-image_4022775.png", in an effort to display matrimonial piety, I dutifully labeled it "fish jpeg."

I now accidentally open this link multiple times a day, which is great, because it means I have a lot of opportunities to see a fish. Sometimes I accidentally hit it several times in quick succession, which means I get to see several fish! When I close all my open programs to shut down my computer, I usually find at least one forgotten fish. Things are working out beautifully, and everyone is happy.

The other day I brought up this story to a friend and relayed the saga of my success to her through her obvious confusion. At the end of my tale she asked me, "Why didn't you just bind it back to right Control?" and I had to admit to her that it honestly never occurred to me.