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wamnak · 1 year
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shotbylmd · 1 year
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Tacoma, Washington | October 2022
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This article is about my beloved High School. It is a very special place. Can you believe it my mother didn’t want me to go there? She graduated from the other High School at the time, Lincoln. And they opened a brand new High School and if not Lincoln she wanted me to go to Foss. It had fewer stairs.
If you're interested in seeing more of the Old Brown Castle give a watch to the Heath Ledger movie 10 Tings I Hate About You.
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aropride · 2 months
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i want the kind of trust in humanity that women on instagram talking abt the eras tour seem to have experienced. “i got to relive my girlhood in a positive way in a stadium of thousands of other women who i would trust with my life and since theyre women that means theyre inherently safe and this was the best safest most loving experience of my life” etc etc i want what theyre having
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linguenuvolose · 2 months
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I’m happy to announce we’ve entered the tenth consecutive year of yellow jacket season!
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bughead-in-the-comics · 9 months
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From Archie by Bob Montana, newspaper strip from April 22, 1948.
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jhsharman · 29 days
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concussion protocol
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Not all that sure the spatial relations -- the opposing football players have not backed off enough in the second cover. And why isn't Jughead or whoever rushing in with first aid? I don't really know what an "Archie Blimp" is doing -- the stadium is huge and it is packed and this is all very extravagant and I guess Archie is a big enough football star to be given a blimp, but why is it so generic as to just have his name and nothing else? Maybe it is the fickle nature of athletic stardom -- a good chance he will fall off or as seen here suffer injury, and now it will be easier to just replace the name on the blimp to some other student athlete for this promotional purpose.
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leonsi · 1 year
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i forgot how big american football is…
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sunflowerrboyy · 8 months
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forgot there was a football game tonight and literally jumped up so fast bc of the unexpected fireworks
love living in the us
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vermillioncrown · 2 years
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Imagine the teams being mic'd up during the match. Can you imagine how hilarious the in-game comments would be? Like that chapter where SI!Kagami called that guy from Seiho Kawahara's evil twin?🤣🤣🤣
the answer is more boring than you think
like the dab answer, si!kagami mouths off when it can't be taken as provocative
everyone having mics would make him clam up
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wamnak · 2 years
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Stadium High School, Tacoma, WA (non locals may know it from a movie)
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allfrogsmatter · 2 years
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In the evenings Joe and his fellow Seabees would gather in the lounge to let off steam. There was a piano in he corner, and one man, Johnny Foust, was an excellent pianist who entertained all evening. The others would usually sit and talk or play cards. Joe got to be quite good at their usual games and struck up a good friendship with the three fellas he often played with.
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Although he enjoyed the relationships he was building, Joe also savored some time to himself. He often found it in the gym, where he would box, just like he did at home. Oftentimes he would be joined by his close friend, Guy, and they would work out together. Sometimes they would talk about their lives back home, but other times they were content to be in silence.
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essektheylyss · 2 years
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me, at a football game: REAL football players go 90 minutes with a minute and a half of downtime. grow up.
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m-an-u · 2 years
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Watching friday night lights and holy shit why are HIGH SCHOOL games such a big deal like?? America explain
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From Jughead's Gag Bag, Jughead #308 (1981).
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jewishvitya · 5 months
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A pro-Palestine Jew on tiktok asked those of us who were raised pro-Israel, what got us to change our minds on Palestine. I made a video to answer (with my voice, not my face), and a few people watched it and found some value in it. I'm putting this here too. I communicate through text better than voice.
So I feel repetitive for saying this at this point, but I grew up in the West Bank settlements. I wrote this post to give an example of the extent to which Palestinians are dehumanized there.
Where I live now, I meet Palestinians in day to day life. Israeli Arab citizens living their lives. In the West Bank, it was nothing like that. Over there, I only saw them through the electric fence, and the hostility between us and Palestinians was tangible.
When you're a child being brought into the situation, you don't experience the context, you don't experience the history, you don't know why they're hostile to you. You just feel "these people hate me, they don't want me to exist." And that bubble was my reality. So when I was taught in school that everything we did was in self defense, that our military is special and uniquely ethical because it's the only defensive military in the world - that made sense to me. It slotted neatly into the reality I knew.
One of the first things to burst the bubble for me was when I spoke to an old Israeli man and he was talking about his trauma from battle. I don't remember what he said, but it hit me wrong. It conflicted with the history as I understood it. So I was a bit desperate to make it make sense again, and I said, "But everything we did was in self defense, right?"
He kinda looked at me, couldn't understand at all why I was upset, and he went, "We destroyed whole villages. Of course we did. It was war, that's what you do."
And that casual "of course" stuck with me. I had to look into it more.
I couldn't look at more accurate history, and not at accounts by Palestinians, I was too primed against these sources to trust them. The community I grew up in had an anti-intellectual element to it where scholars weren't trusted about things like this.
So what really solidified this for me, was seeing Palestinian culture.
Because part of the story that Israel tells us to justify everything, is that Palestinians are not a distinct group of people, they're just Arabs. They belong to the nations around us. They insist on being here because they want to deny us a homeland. The Palestinian identity exists to hurt us. This, because the idea of displacing them and taking over their lands doesn't sound like stealing, if this was never theirs and they're only pretending because they want to deprive us.
But then foods, dances, clothing, embroidery, the Palestinian dialect. These things are history. They don't pop into existence just because you hate Jews and they're trying to move here. How gorgeous is the Palestinian thobe? How stunning is tatreez in general? And when I saw specific patterns belonging to different regions of Palestine?
All of these painted for me a rich shared life of a group of people, and countered the narrative that the Palestininian identity was fabricated to hurt us. It taught me that, whatever we call them, whatever they call themselves, they have a history in this land, they have a right to it, they have a connection to it that we can't override with our own.
I started having conversations with leftist friends. Confronting the fact that the borders of the occupied territories are arbitrary and every Israeli city was taken from them. In one of those conversations, I was encouraged to rethink how I imagine peace.
This also goes back to schooling. Because they drilled into us, we're the ones who want peace, they're the ones who keep fighting, they're just so dedicated to death and killing and they won't leave us alone.
In high school, we had a stadium event with a speaker who was telling us about a person who defected from Hamas, converted to Christianity and became a Shin Bet agent. Pretty sure you can read this in the book "Son of Hamas." A lot of my friends read the book, I didn't read it, I only know what I was told in that lecture. I guess they couldn't risk us missing out on the indoctrination if we chose not to read it.
One of the things they told us was how he thought, we've been fighting with them for so long, Israelis must have a culture around the glorification of violence. And he looked for that in music. He looked for songs about war. And for a while he just couldn't find any, but when he did, he translated it more fully, and he found out the song was about an end to wars. And this, according to the story as I was told it, was one of the things that convinced him. If you know know the current trending Israeli "war anthem," you know this flimsy reasoning doesn't work.
Back then, my friend encouraged me to think more critically about how we as Israelis envision peace, as the absence of resistance. And how self-centered it is. They can be suffering under our occupation, but as long as it doesn't reach us, that's called peace. So of course we want it and they don't.
Unless we're willing to work to change the situation entirely, our calls for peace are just "please stop fighting back against the harm we cause you."
In this video, Shlomo Yitzchak shares how he changed his mind. His story is much more interesting than mine, and he's much more eloquent telling it. He mentions how he was taught to fear Palestinians. An automatic thought, "If I go with you, you'll kill me." I was taught this too. I was taught that, if I'm in a taxi, I should be looking at the driver's name. And if that name is Arab, I should watch the road and the route he's taking, to be prepared in case he wants to take me somewhere to kill me. Just a random person trying to work. For years it stayed a habit, I'd automatically look at the driver's name. Even after knowing that I want to align myself with liberation, justice, and equality. It was a process of unlearning.
On October, not long after the current escalation of violence, I had to take a taxi again. A Jewish driver stopped and told me he'll take me, "so an Arab doesn't get you." Israeli Jews are so comfortable saying things like this to each other. My neighbors discussed a Palestinian employee, with one saying "We should tell him not to come anymore, that we want to hire a Jew." The second answered, "No, he'll say it's discrimination," like it would be so ridiculous of him. And the first just shrugged, "So we don't have to tell him why." They didn't go through with it, but they were so casual about this conversation.
In the Torah, we're told to treat those who are foreign to us well, because we know what it's like to be the foreigner. Fighting back against oppression is the natural human thing to do. We know it because we lived it. And as soon as I looked at things from this angle, it wasn't really a choice of what to support.
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