Greatest hits of FIFA cultural exchanges thus far:
Learning about flyovers and pyrotechnics at American games being a thing
Non-americans discovering the size of American football stadiums....for high schools in texas. Also the size of our stadiums in general.
Going to baseball games as a side treat! Lmao.
Non-americans losing their minds over "like, 100 petrol pumps," at buc-ees.
Related: Americans often forget how huge target and Walmart is.
People discovering American BBQ
Non-americans being obsessed with mid American restaurant chains like Golden Corral and Taco Bell
A lot of them really did feel god in this chile's apparently
The rightful obsession with waffle house
New understanding of American Big Drink With Ice supremacy as summer creeps in
Begrudging acceptance of mandatory water breaks during games
Americans realizing we have a Team USA and we are not, in fact, just "hosting our friends" from around the world â mostly because we won our first match and our team is decent??? Not amazing but not the worst.
Side rant: us women's football team is legendary good and we should care about that more like. Hello???
Admitting Americans are right about air conditioning
Related: the english team did warm ups in Florida RIP, and also the there's a video of the French team just being like fuck the heat, fuck the sun, this is so hot...
Americans who do not normally care about international football but fucking love a sport and cheering so we're just hyping whatever team is nearby, like we see a party and just show up and learn the chant. Like sorry many of us don't know shit about soccer but if we see a bunch of people in viking helmets or kilts or holding a bunch of flags and cheering we're game.
TAILGATING!!!!
I already said this but American yellow school bus is an international celebrity
The Scottish drank Boston dry of beer apparently, like they quadrupled what Boston normally sells for fourth of July weekend. SAM ADAMS HAD TO GET AN EMERGENCY BEER DELIVERY.
Also the English team fans got kicked out of The Londoner pub in Dallas after drinking 5,000 beers and going over max capacity lmao
Free refill drinks, tortilla chips & salsa.
So many non-americans are going to be here for the 4th of July for our 250th anniversary which is going to be great and hilarious
Non-americans discovering ranch as a beloved condiment
Non-americans understanding American obsession with hamburger now
Japan's homebase is in Texas and the cultural differences are frankly great and also the Japanese fans are SO NICE and helped clean up the stadium after a match???
All the short videos with the eagle screech (which I think is actually a hawk but whatever)
i dont think straight people should be allowed to do "enemies to lovers" i think if a man is your enemy you need to trust that you were correct the first time and slay him in battle
Each move one makes narrows it down to just one result. The second someone moves a pawn up two squares, their fate is determined. Their queen is gone and their king is exposed. And that is assuming that time has not run out. But whether one expected it or not, a move will be made. And pawns cannot go backwards; only forwards.
Charles felt that his fate was determined. He felt exposed, like his time had run out. He was one of the greatest mutants known to man, but even he could not have prepared for this. And Charles could not imagine moving forward.
Physically, even. Oh, how he hated his wheelchair. It seemed to be more of a cage, than an accommodation. He was a bird who had their wings torn out, a siren with a broken voicebox.
He was useless
And Charles felt even more useless as he grasped the railing of the Broadway Bridge, looking down at the crashing waves.
âStupid gravitational force,â he muttered, in a daze. He looked up at the moon, who seemed to have frowned at his remark. âStupid moon,â he said, looking back down at the waves.
Before the events of Jekyll Island, Charles was an excellent swimmer. He would sit at the bottom of a pool and see how long he could stay down there without coming up for air. He was skilled with a backward dive, and his backstroke was impeccable. Now, if Charles were to see how long he could last on the pool floor, he would be such a spoilsport. No, his legs were useless. Decorative, ornamental.
And there was only one person to blame.
âFuck you, Erik,â Charles said through gritted teeth. He had tried to befriend him, tried to give him peace of mind. But underneath all that metal, Erik Lehnsherr was an angry man.
And yet, Charles had hoped that he would show up at the school. Maybe with an apology, on his knees, out in the rain on his front porch, begging Charles to forgive him.
âPlease, old friend. Forgive me.â
And then Raven would come back, and the war in Vietnam would end so all of the students and teachers could return. And Hank would come up with a cure for Charles and then Charles would stand, and Charles would walk, and Charles would run, run away from the railing of this newly built bridge over the crashing waves and beneath the scornful moon. Regardless of being a telepath, Charles finally knew how every other mutant felt in the world; trapped, and afraid.
Charles stared at the water. All he wanted was to walk again.
He sighed, tumbled back onto the bridge, and crawled back into his chair.
The waves would have to wait another day.
The Broadway Bridge was recently built. And being primarily made out of metal, Erik had developed a liking to it. The bridge was the epitome of beauty, he thought. In fact, he liked it so much, he spent almost every night at the very top, evading people, and watching the world from afar.
And so when he saw his old friend attempting to toss himself over, he was very intrigued.
Erik watched Charles with his arms wrapped over the railing like a toddler clinging to its mother. He could help the poor cripple back onto the bridge, but Erik knew that he would rather prefer to be helped off the other way.
He hadnât spoken to Charles since Jekyll Island. He didnât know what to say to him. âHello, Charles. Sorry I deprived you of your ability to walk.â Erik considered adding a âsorry for convincing your sister to leave with meâ to the apology.
But, it wasnât his fault Raven decided to go with him. All he told her was to be proud of her mutation, and how she looked. And she was beautiful. But Charlesâ philosophies were pertinent in her, and Erik found that she would only hold him back.
Charles was weak, Erik thought that every time that he thought of him. Sure he was imaginative, and hopeful. But it comes to a point where ignorance overwhelms all sense of logic.
Logic, was something Erik was very skilled in. Charles too, and he proved it in every game of chess. He wasnât stupid. He had the mind of a thousand scientists, but the heart of a newborn chihuahua. Erik found that annoying, but intriguing at times. He had to respect Charles; he saw the best in the world.
Erik watched as his old friend stared at the water. At this point, Erik started to get worried. Surly Charles wouldnât jump off. It wasnât in his character. StillâŠ
He sighed when Charles climbed back onto the bridge. Erik felt relief wash over him â which confused him. He wasnât worried about Charles. The professor could take care of himself.
âThis is stupid,â Erik whispered to himself as Charles rolled away. This was stupid. He was stupid, and he didnât know why. He didnât know why he was glad Charles didnât jump. He didnât know why he felt sick to his stomach as Charles left. He didnât know, he didnât knowâŠ
And he didnât want to. So Erik left those feelings on that metal bridge, and disappeared into the night.
Sometimes a girl tells me her problems with a man and I just think to myself wow a devoted, sweet big butch lesbian would probably solve 99% of your problems
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