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Just a reminder for people who may not know, in light of protestors at UCLA being shot in the face with rubber bulletsā rubber bullets are not bullets made of rubber. They are metal bullets encased in rubber.
Despite being called ānon-lethalā or sometimes āless lethalā, they are well known to cause death and permanent disability.
Hereās a photo showing their sizeā these are actual rubber bullets used during the Black Lives Matter protests in 2020.
Do not let them downplay the severity of what they are subjecting this students to for standing against genocide. Stay safe and stay educated.
Joe Biden makes a speech saying Hamas are driven by the ancient desire to eliminate Jews. Hamas was created in 1987, Joe. Aināt nothing ancient about them. So unless you are implying that Palestinians are driven by the ancient desire to wipe out Jews which is KKK cross burning level of racism, you might want to tone down the racist bullhorn that you are mistaken for a dog whistle.
I'm really glad we've started cracking down on poor reading comprehension but it's revealed a new issue where a lot of you are misidentifying poor reading comprehension because you didn't comprehend the reading either
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protagonists can and will be sexist, racist, insensitive, cruel, stupid, etc, especially towards the beginning of a story. these are called character flaws and they are a surprise tool that will lead to narrative fulfillment later
included in this compilation under the cut are the registration cards of 15 easy company veterans featured in band of brothers (2001). all are taken from publicly available draft records held in online databases and collected by me, and contain details like the registrant's serial number, physical attributes, date and place of birth, phone number, residential and mailing addresses, place of employment and nominated next of kin, as well as their handwriting sample and signature. like or reblog if you use or save.
a note about draft registration
during the second world war, the united states selective service system conducted a total of six draft registrations, the records of which are held collectively in two groupings at the national personnel records centre in st. louis, missouri. members of easy company were drafted in all but one of these registrations from october 1940 through to december 1942. the six registrations are as follows:
16 october 1940: males aged 21 to 35 "within the continental united states". winters, nixon, welsh, toye, perconte and liebgott were among those registered on this date.
1 july 1941: males "who had reached 21 since the first registration". lipton and speirs were registered on this date.
16 february 1942: between the ages of 20 and 45 "who had not previously registered". roe, bull, malarkey and luz, among others, were registered on this date.
27 april 1942: between the ages of 46 to 65 "not eligible for military service". no known easy company members were registered on this date.
30 june 1942: between the ages of 18 to 20. talbert, webster, grant, guarnere, babe, shifty, skip and christenson, among others, were registered on this date.
10-31 december 1942: "those who reached the age of 18 after 12 november 1942". penkala, who turned 18 in august 1942 three months before the cutoff, was nonetheless among those registered in this period.
if you have a family member or ancestor who served in a branch of the us armed forces during either the first or second world war, chances are that you can find their registration card on databases like ancestry.com and familysearch.org.
richard "dick" winters
lewis nixon
carwood lipton
ronald speirs
harry welsh
charles "chuck" grant
note: a few online sources incorrectly state that grant was born on 14 july 1915. his registration card gives his real date of birth as 1 march 1922, making him about 7 years younger than people generally think he is. supposedly this misconception comes from confusing grant with another veteran drafted between 1940-42, charles m. grant, who was born on 14 july.
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in my head the star wars equivalent of tswift is some human woman named tayālor spiff or something and her stans are losing their minds over theories that sheās secretly a jedi singing about the horrors of war, even though sheās from a neutral system that hasnāt seen so much as a moral panic in 50 years
the theories get even more egregious during the imperial era, with people straight up thinking she joined the rebellion in secret and is loading her songs with subliminal rebel propaganda. their main piece of evidence for this is if you play a certain song backwards, it sounds like sheās saying āfreedomā in shyriiwook. the fans get really defensive if you point out sheās performed at the yearly empire day celebration thrice now and her family historically owned ewok slaves
spiff fans (also known as āspiffiesā) insist that the two decommissioned venator-class destroyers spiff purchased, the bad blood and the reputation, are for diplomatic purposes that benefit the rebellion. jediālors have concocted theories that she served on both ships during the clone wars and was respectful of every clone that served there, despite her courtship of a gravball player that thrice advocated against the clone veterans being granted natural citizenship
aotearoa is the te reo name for our country, commonly translated as "land of the long white cloud" as the story goes Kupe was guided to our whenua by following a long white cloud in the sky. new zealand is a name which was forced on us by colonizers who stole our precious land less than 200 years ago. by reverting back to the mÄori name you are metaphorically giving the land back to the tangata whenua, the people of the land, and we can begin to normalize using the proper names for things that should have always belonged to mÄori
heres a link to a good pronunciation, i recommend practicing saying it along to the video. but please remember that even if you cant get it perfect, say it anyway!! its better to try and get it slightly wrong than not try at all
hereās another pronunciation guide that goes into more detail about how vowels are pronounced in te reo and the structure of the correct pronunciation!
while you're at it, sign te pÄti mÄori's petition to officially change the country's name! anyone from anywhere can sign, please support this kaupapa to restore naming rights to tÄngata whenua!
Thesis: the rise of fanwank and anti culture correlates directly with diminished understanding of whatĀ āromanticā, in a literary sense, actually means.
It doesnāt meanĀ āthis is ideal or healthy or even realisticā. It meansĀ āthis is beautiful, this is tragic, this is grotesque, this stirs emotionā,Ā even if itās not, as @starryroom puts it, something you would be comfortable seeing play out in front of you at Taco Bell. Itās about grandiosity and mythology and heroism writ large. Itās about playing with the id, as beautiful and terrible as it can be.Ā
tw: period typical homophobia (mostly just internalised but it's there unfortunately), slight angst, mention of gale, mentions of kissing, fluff, emotional cheating???
description: two women meet on a sunny afternoon in a bookstore.
a/n: today i give you ww2 lesbians!! i literally adore marge sm, she's my wife even if she only got like 5 minutes of screen time which was honestly such a shame. anyways hope you enjoy even though i literally made up marge's entire personality at this point. ALSO isabel may is so so beautiful. OH and this is in no way about the real people just the silly little fictionalised versions of them <333
i am deceased, look at herrrr
The world was warm and bright with the sun pouring in through the windows of the bookstore you were visiting. Life felt serene and calm while you were surrounded by books. You had allowed yourself the luxury of buying a single book with the wages you had gotten from the waitressing job, even if you should probably be saving it for something.
But now it seemed like an impossible decision, there was a pile of four books in your arms and yet you were still looking at the shelves. Then you saw itā¦ a beautiful edition of the Jane Austen book you had been meaning to read for quite a while.
The moment your fingers started to graze the spine someone bumped into your side.
āOh! Iām so sorry. I didnāt see you.ā A woman's voice greeted you as a hand grabbed hold of your arm to steady you.
āItās totally fine, no harm done.ā You said with a smile as you met the womanās brown eyes. She was beautiful, absolutely breathtaking. And then you stopped that thought process short, she probably had a husband or something and was most definitely straight. There was absolutely no chance there.
āIām Marge.ā The blonde said, smiling as she retracted her hand from your arm. Instantly you missed the solid weight of her hand but gave her your name with a smile.
āIām glad I didnāt totally bump into you, those books might not have survived the fall.ā You laughed in response and looked down at the four rather large books in your hand.
āI think they might have drowned me actually.ā
āAre you going to buy all of those orā¦ā Marge said with a laugh as you smiled at her, trying not to look too enthralled by her presence.
āOh no, I do not have enough money for that, or enough time. Iām trying to choose between them.ā
āAh, I have the same problem.ā Marge said as she pulled out two books from her shopping bag and shrugged her shoulders.
āWe should start a book club at this rate.ā You said before internally recoiling, well there goes your chance at even becoming friends with her, shit.
āOh I would love that! I just moved here and itās hard to meet people.ā Margeās face instantly brightened and it felt like her smile just made all the thoughts in your brain disappear.
āI- That would be wonderful. And donāt worry, Iāve lived here for quite a while and I still have a hard time making friends.ā
āIām glad I bumped into you then!ā You smiled and then went to pull out the hardcover copy of Emma from the book shelf.
āHow about we start with this? Thereās two copies here anyways.ā
āOh! Jane Austen! This is absolutely perfect. One moment, let me just-ā You watched as Marge rustled around in her purse for a moment and pulled out a pencil and a small pad of paper. āHere.ā Marge said as she offered you the piece of paper after a few moments of scribbling. You took it, only to find that a telephone number was written on it with a little heart next to it, which instantly made butterflies appear in your stomach.
āPerfect! Iāll call you after my shift tonight?ā
āSounds great, better not lose that then.ā
āCross my heart.ā
Marge felt anxious, which was a peculiar feeling to be having all because of some girl. You werenāt some girl thoughā¦ Marge internally berated herself for even thinking what she was starting to think. You were so beautiful and it felt like fate to bump into you but who was she kidding? There was absolutely no way that anyone like you would be interested in her! Anyways she had Gale.
Galeā¦ Marge proceeded to start biting her nails as her knee anxiously bounced up and down. The newspaper in her lap long abandoned as she retreated into the corners of her daydreams. Marge had never felt this anxious over a man, not even Gale. She was always able to just talk to him, she never felt all that flustered around him. Not like how she felt when she bumped into you at the bookstore.
She started straying into her thoughts of how the light came in just right to make you seem like an angel earlier that day when the phone rang. The sharp sound quickly drew her out of her frenzied mind and she quickly stood up, letting the newspaper fall messily onto the ground as she quite literally flew to the telephone.
āHello, this is Marjorie speaking.ā
āMarge? Hi! We met at the bookstore earlier today, I was wondering if you might want to meet tomorrow? I know this little cafe near the diner and I could- Iām rambling arenāt I? Please feel free to talk at any time.ā Margeās face quickly erupted in a giggle as she listened to you talk, she could feel the skin of her face quickly dusting with blush.
āThat sounds absolutely divine. When would you like me to meet you?ā
āWould around 3pm work?ā
āSounds perfect.ā
āGreat. Uh well Iāll leave you to it then.ā
āActually! If you donāt mind talking for a little longerā¦ Iām not exactly doing much at the moment.ā Marge heard what resembled a squeak down the line that had the smile on her face widening even more as she eagerly awaited your response.
āI- I would love that. I donāt really have any plans at the moment.ā
āWhat, no loverboy?ā Marge was genuinely asking to be polite, at least that is what she told herself as she internally prayed that you were single.
āOh God no! I wouldnāt be caught dead.ā You said laughing over the line, you sounded just like melted gold Marge thought as she felt a burst of instant relief.
You tapped your foot against the edge of the table and then gingerly picked up the white mug. Blowing off the steam of the hot coffee, you carefully took a sip and let the pure energy go down your throat. You needed it after staying up far too late talking to Marge. Oh Margeā¦
Still in a slight state of disbelief you thumbed the pages of Emma and traced over certain words. Making up a little poem in your head as you waited for your date to arrive. Well, not a date date. You were just waiting for a friend, you told yourself as you took another sip of coffee.
Looking up for a moment you spotted Margeās blonde curls as she quickly walked over to one of the post boxes in front of the cafe and then crouched to push a letter in. You tilted your head as you watched her hesitate for a few moments before nodding slightly and letting the letter fall into place.
You took another delicate sip of coffee and blatantly stared as the beautiful woman you now could call a friend walked into the cafe. She was obviously looking for you and she stood unsure for a few moments, scanning the faces of the patrons before her eyes finally landed on you.
You waved and quickly motioned over to the little table you had saved. Smiling as she sat down, Marge quickly pulled out her copy of Emma and placed it next to yours on the table.
āSo what do you want to drink? I would have gotten you something but-ā
āAnything is fine, darling. What are you drinking?ā
āJust black coffee.ā
āThen that should be fine for me.ā
āGreat.ā You started to stand up but suddenly felt the lightest brushing of Margeās fingers on your wrist, you quickly tried to suppress the smile on your lips as you looked down at the blonde. Only to find she was already staring at you with something in her eyes. An emotion you couldnāt really place but made you feel all floaty.
āMarge?ā You whisper her name out as a question and she only cryptically smiled up at you.
āYou have such a pretty smile, any person must be delighted to kiss you.ā You felt your jaw drop as she whispered those sinful little words out so no one could hear her over the din of other conversations.
āAnd who do you have in mind?ā
āOh I think you know.ā
we need more marge fics !!! also some random details: marge's letter that she sends at the end is actually her letter to gale telling him that she's breaking up with him! also gale and bucky are 100% dating and he's actually kind of glad that she broke up with him - they stay friends tho and everyone lives happily ever after <3 let me know what you thinkkkk
I hate how people still do not understand the fact that in order to condemn hamas, first and foremost you have to condemn Israel.
You have to condemn the 40+ years in which Israel has constantly massacred the indigenous people of Palestine, you have to condemn the ethnic cleansing, the nakba, the displacement of thousands upon thousands, the killing of thousands, the sexual assault that took place (which former IOF soldiers admitted to and laughed about) all of that took place BEFORE Hamas fighters were even old enough to wipe their own ass, it happend BEFORE Hamas was even created.
Then we can talk about how and why Oct. 7 happend, little tip; it didnt happend just because..
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according to freudian ideas of psychoanalysis in the infantile genital organisation (1923) and the theories of carl jung, the penis and the phallus are two distinct objects, with the latter being a concept; although males possess a penis, no one can possess the symbolic phallus. the male child arrives at the position of genital sexuality only after passing through a series of pre-genital relations to objects. in this case, while the penis is often depicted as bodily, the phallus is instead portrayed as inanimate objects closely related to the person with the penis. therefore it can be philosophically proven that john basilone's machine gun, itself being large and taking up a considerable portion of the screen, is a phallic substitution for the sexual organ itself, a salient representation of the fabled "sigma grindset" indicating the presence of impressive length, girth and pure prelapsarian masculine might, and a nod from director steven spielberg that basilone has a massive fuck off monster cock.
according to freudian ideas of psychoanalysis in the infantile genital organisation (1923) and the theories of carl jung, the penis and the phallus are two distinct objects, with the latter being a concept; although males possess a penis, no one can possess the symbolic phallus. the male child arrives at the position of genital sexuality only after passing through a series of pre-genital relations to objects. in this case, while the penis is often depicted as bodily, the phallus is instead portrayed as inanimate objects closely related to the person with the penis. therefore it can be philosophically proven that john basilone's machine gun, itself being large and taking up a considerable portion of the screen, is a phallic substitution for the sexual organ itself, a salient representation of the fabled "sigma grindset" indicating the presence of impressive length, girth and pure prelapsarian masculine might, and a nod from director steven spielberg that basilone has a massive fuck off monster cock.
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