my bf likes to tell me abt the awkward situations he gets into because of his resolute use of 'partner' and they/them to refer to me at work and a lot of the time its just a funny conversation about how awkward men get trying to ask him if he's gay
but he got a new job again so this time it was a lady and she asked him when he was on lunch and he was in a bad mood so he was like "what does that matter im eatin soup" and the concept of that just kills me aha. "whats in ur pants" "irrelevant i am eating soup"
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so someone on the l4d steam community commented if it’s possible to remove anime tag from workshop bc they’re tired of almost only always seeing borderline nsfw mods, they wish it were easier to find just simple reskins and whatnot for the survivors
and almost every comment so far is just your typical basement dweller behavior
as someone who loves nsfw, op is so valid. yes it’s the internet you’re gonna find porn one way or another lmfao but like.. why are you mad that someone doesn’t want to see nsfw, let alone while playing a simple video game. like that’s so weird and lowkey gives off pervy predator vibes idk am i reaching or
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every time i see this intense hysteria from zionists of equating criticism of even the IDF to violent antisemitism or this bizarre idea the israel is still the safest place in the world for jewish people while saying hamas is committing the biggest hate crime against jewish people since the holocaust im reminded of this tiktok from a jewish creator talking about growing up and essentially being shut down for even just associating israel with the word war. and being taught that israel is a nation that has to be constantly fought for
it's resembles (as she also says too) a lot of fascist doublethink of needing to see 'the enemy' as strong and all pervasive but also being weak and easily overcome. israel is both strong and safe enough for jewish people to emigrate to but also weak and under threat enough that those jewish people need to also be ready to lay down their lives for the state. not that anybodys shocked that the apartheid colonial state is fascist, but this extremely normalised effort at a sort of social militarization (as opposed to the literal militarization with IDF service) made it make a lot more sense as to why rhetoric from zionists are so quickly absolutist and bad faith
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While Al has had his microphone playing back some audio to him, he'd actually taken a little trip. The bar that his alternate spoke of seems to be a bit busy, but that sort of thing had never actually made a big difference to him. There had been an invitation to cause someone some trouble! And as much as he did enjoy a good show, he would rather be here than seeing a dance.
After all, he actually gets to be involved in this sort of activity.
Said activity was, for the moment, supplying this Travis fellow with a seemingly unending rounds of alcohol. Anonymously, of course. He wanted to keep an eye on his show until the fellow was drunk enough to start getting on everyone's nerves. Even if anyone did try to get in his way, Al wouldn't have cared. But for all he knew, his alternate would be displeased, and he didn't want to discourage their potential friendship.
When there is a lull in the activity of the audio he was listening to, he gets up and approaches Travis silently. He reaches over his shoulder to grab his latest shot, taking it and downing it himself. "Ah, I do enjoy the bite of whiskey. Wouldn't you agree?"
Any drunken confusion and mumbling is ignored, with Al wrapping an arm over the other's shoulder. "It does seem have gone over your limit, though."
Limit was right. Travis did look like he was ready to puke, though it could have as easily been from being terrified as it was from being drunk. Al shuffles him out of his seat, ignoring his discomfort at the drunkard having to lean against him. "Why don't I take you out back, so you don't mess up the tender's nice bar." He looks at the confused bartender, giving a wink and a particularly malicious smile.
It is amazing how little it takes to get people to let you do whatever the hell you want.
The moment they have gone out a side door into the alley, Al shoves the drunkard away from himself, enjoying the sound of the man slamming into the dumpster and collapsing. Not so much the sound of him spilling the contents of his stomach, though.
"I can see why he doesn't like you." Al mutters, brushing his coat off. He'd still need to get it deep cleaned. "Disgusting."
A black tendril is summoned, wrapping around the others waist and lifting him into the air. It squeezes him tight enough to cut off his air flow, as well as crush a couple of bones. The wheezing between cries of pain was very delightful, and all he had to do was stand there and watch the fool struggle. He does just that, smile growing as he sees the life draining out of the others body.
He wouldn't mind some food right now.
But, this wasn't his prey, and he was only here to pass some time. The tendril loosens enough that Travis can breathe, though it is clearly pained. Al approaches to look him over, and poke at his ribs. They definitely were cracked and broken in places, but they hadn't punctured the lungs. Probably.
"Sorry to run off so soon, but I've places to be." Another tendril is summoned to open the dumpster lid, and Travis is tossed unceremoniously into the can. The pained wheeze and groan is enough to assure Al that the other is alive, and will remain so. For now though, the trash could stay where it belonged.
The lid is closed, and Al focuses his attention back to his mic's audio as he teleports away.
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