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used to think the younger gen is sensible and will slowly overthrow bjpee as the old fuckers will die but now it seems like the younger gen sanghis are even more rabid than the older guys watching your childhood friends turn into monsters one by one is really scary
— ☭🔻 (@cetrixine) May 15, 2024
DravidaBVLL
You don't form your whole identity on the moosic you consoom from goras?
How could you do this?
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Leo Lukenas was a former Green Beret who served with 1st Special Forces Group and did multiple deployments. https://t.co/hL72K20AQV pic.twitter.com/gxuwF1ySru
— Alex Plitsas 🇺🇸 (@alexplitsas) May 15, 2024
Lukenas' boss, Gary Howe, who works as co-head of Bank of America's financial institutions group, deactivated his LinkedIn page after he was inundated with angry messages from purported bank staffers.
Investment bankers post their Ls:
This counts as victim blaming:
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我会把你胸膛上的那双圆润多汁的巨乳含在我的口里,慢慢咀嚼。你的汗液就是滋润我肌肤的仙丹。我要你把屠龙大鵰刺进我的菊花里,让你的精液贯穿我的食道,冲向我的喉咙而出。我会用双手把你那铁杵般的阴茎磨成针,让你叫个不停。 https://t.co/LjpMuVT8aL
— Being (@SanguineNebula) May 16, 2024
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Since testers started sharing Deadlock screenshots all over the place, here's ones I can verify, featuring one of the heroes called Grey Talon. pic.twitter.com/KdZSRxObSz
— Gabe Follower (@gabefollower) May 17, 2024
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- MeowMixed : they're*
- Assy-McGee : /h/cute twink
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NPR talked about it
https://www.npr.org/2024/05/14/1250912188/honor-levy-my-first-book-short-stories-review
Here's a choice excerpt I randomly scrolled to in the epub
He felt like he was dying, smothered by xenoestrogenic alienation, forced domestication, a lowering of testosterone, depopulation, doom, the sun setting for the last time ever, a great ugliness, the end of history flashing before his eyes. Withered Wojak. Pink Wojak with bleeding eyes. </3. Cope or rope. He felt western civilization falling and bile rising in his throat, a microwaved McFlurry of remorse and half-digested animal proteins. He felt himself falling out of love. Falling to his knees in a Walmart. A poison arrow in his chest. MRNA mode. Blood of the Lernaean Hydra mode. Ow. Wow. Passions inflamed the middle layer of his heart's wall. Myocarditis. Oneitis. It's So Over, said his sinking swollen heart. The drywall called out to his fists. He punched the keyboard instead, kjbvkdesvdsbjvjkwbdvb jkldesblkdf. . . . Why would you ask that??? Ur a dumb slut . . . Just another whore. . . . . . . . . No. . . . . . No. . . . . . I said I wanted a tradwife not a tard wife . . . roastie . . . whore . . . I hate you . . . I hate you I hate you. Just before he hit send, it hit him, something sent from the beyond, a burning white light, a growing echo of music, the opening notes of MGMT's “Little Dark Age.” And then it began: images flashing, hyperspeed through his mind, the Intertwined Lovers of Valdaro skeletons in their Neolithic tomb, huddled face-to-face with their arms and legs intertwined in an eternal embrace, Orpheus and Eurydice in the underworld, every pair of lovers ever intertwined in eternal embrace, Odysseus and Penelope, Eloise and Abelard, Adam and Eve, Bella and Edward. At ever-accelerating nightcore speed, he saw nights and days, battles and births, blood, so much blood, beating hearts, cells dividing, code being written, oceans rising, blooming flowers, dying crops, the great flood, continental drift, the universe expanding, poetry, pain, the big bang, empires rising and falling, the birth of his ancestors, the death of his great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren, all of the ends and the beginnings beginning and ending and beginning and ending and beginning and ending infinitely. He saw what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both. He saw a loop, a shining circle. He saw the way forward as he looked back. He hit the backspace button as he RETVRNed from this infinite space to his body, to his bedroom, to now. He understood now. No no i want you, he replied. Sorry for the late reply I was away from my keyboard. It wasn't a lie. He had been somewhere else. He wanted to reach through the black glass, through all the 0s and 1s, through the mess of wires under the ocean, through the cloud, to grab her, take her in his big gym arms and hold her, be one. He wanted her now as she was: messy and pure, bone of his bones, flesh of his flesh, this thing to be called woman. He'd reach through the wall before she hit it. He had to. It was a love story, it all was, everything is, and always has been.