Created this short story on HailuoAudio Assistant Using GPT... Image 2 and Seedance Surprise at the end Prompt : Create a Pixar-inspired 3D animated comedy short called "The Package." A curious young man receives a mysterious cardboard package at his front door. There is no sender, no return address, and no explanation. He brings it inside. Suddenly, the package starts making strange tapping sounds. Close-ups, suspenseful music, dramatic lighting. The noises grow louder. Neighbors become concerned. Rumors spread. Crowds gather outside. News reporters arrive. Emergency vehicles appear. Experts investigate. The situation escalates into a city-wide spectacle. Fast-paced comedic montage, cinematic camera movements, exaggerated reactions. Unable to ignore the mystery, the man finally decides to open the package. Everyone watches in complete silence. Inside is another smaller box. He opens it. Another box. And another. And another. The sequence becomes increasingly absurd as dozens of boxes are revealed one inside another. The crowd becomes more invested with every opening. Suspense reaches maximum tension. Finally, the tiniest box contains a folded note. Close-up. The note reads: "Congratulations. You just got UNBOXED." Confused, the man looks around. Then notices a hidden camera. His best friend steps out laughing. The crowd erupts in laughter. The man facepalms before eventually laughing too. Final cinematic wide shot of friends and neighbors laughing together as the tower of empty boxes surrounds them. On-screen text: "Sometimes the biggest surprises are the ones that make you laugh the most." Pixar-style 3D animation, mystery-comedy tone, expressive acting, cinematic suspense, smooth transitions, playful storytelling, dramatic build-up with humorous payoff, high-end animated short film quality, vibrant colors, 16:9.show more

Kitkat - The Chase GPT Image 2 and Seedance... on Higgsfield AI 🧩 Prompt : Create a Pixar-inspired 3D animated commercial. Golden afternoon in a busy modern city. A tiny nervous thief sprints through crowded streets while a gigantic, ultra-serious police officer chases him with dramatic action-movie intensity. Fast tracking shots, dynamic camera moves, exaggerated expressions, comedic panic, rooftop jumps, cinematic lighting, shallow depth of field, high-end animation quality. The chase reaches glowing sunset rooftops. The thief reaches a dead end. The massive officer slowly approaches. Wind blows. Tension peaks. Close-up on the officer as he says, “Got you.” Long dramatic pause. Suddenly, the thief relaxes, reaches into his hoodie, and pulls out a KitKat. He silently offers it. The officer looks confused, then accepts. Music instantly shifts from epic action to warm, playful calm. Cut to both characters sitting side-by-side on the rooftop at sunset, sharing KitKat while overlooking the city skyline. A police radio crackles. The officer presses the microphone and says, “We’re on a break.” Comedic timing, heartwarming mood, cinematic sunset glow. End with the KitKat pack hero shot and the tagline: “Have a Break. Have a KitKat.” Ultra-detailed Pixar-style animation, expressive character acting, smooth camera transitions, cinematic storytelling, commercial-quality rendering, 16:9.show more

Created with Seedance 2.0 Prompt: Pixar-style 3D animated cinematic... video, heartwarming father-and-son football story inside a cozy sunlit living room. A loving father wearing a red Portugal football jersey gently shows a tiny Portugal jersey with number 7 to his adorable blonde baby. The baby has huge expressive blue eyes, chubby cheeks, and realistic skin details. Warm golden morning sunlight streams through large windows, soft depth of field, ultra-detailed character animation, emotional storytelling. Scene 1: Father proudly presents a miniature Portugal jersey to the baby. Scene 2: Baby smiles and laughs as the father helps him wear the jersey. Scene 3: Close-up of the father carefully painting football fan markings on the baby's cheeks. Scene 4: The baby transforms into a tiny football player wearing a complete Portugal kit with number 7, football boots, and socks. Scene 5: Hero shot of the baby standing confidently beside a soccer ball, determined expression, Portugal flag visible in the background. Camera movements: smooth cinematic dolly shots, close-ups, gentle push-ins, shallow depth of field. Lighting: warm golden-hour sunlight, soft shadows, cozy family atmosphere. Style: Disney Pixar, ultra-realistic 3D animation, vibrant colors, emotional storytelling, highly detailed facial expressions, professional cinematic rendering, 4K, masterpiece quality, smooth motion, cute and wholesome family moment.show more

Kiss Cam! Image: GPT Image 2 Video: Seedance in... Dreamina Prompt: Style: Hyper-realistic live NBA broadcast footage, authentic televised sports coverage, realistic arena lighting, telephoto broadcast lens compression, shallow depth of field, imperfect live-camera framing, natural crowd reactions, realistic skin textures, subtle compression artifacts, slight interlacing grain, live TV color grading. Duration: 14 seconds Aspect Ratio: 16:9 Camera: Fixed live broadcast camera only, no cinematic cuts, no camera movement. IMPORTANT: The scene must feel EXACTLY like a real NBA live TV Kiss Cam broadcast. The woman: — unbelievably attractive Korean woman in her 20s — long black hair — flawless skin — elegant glamorous makeup — luxurious aura — sophisticated red low-cut summer outfit — subtle jewelry — natural smile and realistic reactions The man: — overweight unattractive man — casual black jacket — glasses — awkward but wholesome energy IMPORTANT AUDIO RULE: ABSOLUTELY NO SOUND OR DIALOGUE FROM THE COUPLE. The couple never speaks. Only arena crowd cheering and distant stadium ambience. Broadcast details: — realistic NBA scoreboard overlay — sports network watermark — live broadcast graphics — crowd in background — realistic arena LEDs — slight motion blur — realistic televised image quality [00:00-00:03] Fixed Kiss Cam shot appears on the arena jumbotron. The woman notices the camera and immediately laughs shyly while casually waving her hand “no” toward the screen. The overweight man beside her looks shocked and confused, then smiles nervously. Crowd begins cheering loudly. No talking from either person. [00:03-00:06] The crowd cheers louder encouraging them. The woman smiles warmly while glancing at the man. He looks overwhelmed and frozen in disbelief. The broadcast camera slightly struggles to keep framing centered realistically like a real live operator. [00:06-00:09] The woman suddenly grabs the man’s cheeks gently and kisses him. The man becomes completely shocked and overjoyed, eyes wide, almost emotionally frozen. Arena crowd erupts cheering and laughing loudly. Realistic shallow depth of field isolates them from crowd. [00:09-00:12] The woman pulls away laughing silently and gives a playful thumbs up directly toward the Kiss Cam. The man still looks stunned and unbelievably happy. Crowd continues cheering loudly while broadcast overlays remain visible. End exactly like a real televised NBA Kiss Cam moment. [00:12-00:14] The man looks in awe and surprise to the camera , the woman smiles with shyness. Audio: ONLY loud NBA arena ambience, crowd cheering, distant announcer echo, stadium reactions, sneaker squeaks, arena music muffled in background. ABSOLUTELY NO dialogue, whispering, laughing audio, or vocal sounds from the couple. Negative prompts: No cinematic movie look, no dialogue, no talking, no subtitles, no unrealistic beauty filter, no anime style, no perfect framing, no dramatic camera movement, no unrealistic reactions, no extra people interacting directly with camera.show more

Little moment of kindness captured with Seedance 2.0 on... Lart AI Try it yourself: A highly realistic 12-second vertical (16:9) cinematic short film filmed as if on a smartphone with natural handheld movement. A young man is standing on a pedestrian bridge over a calm river, texting on his smartphone. He accidentally fumbles it, and the phone slips from his hand. The camera follows the phone as it tumbles realistically through the air under gravity. At that exact moment, a small fishing boat is passing beneath the bridge. The experienced boat captain notices the falling phone, quickly reacts, and skillfully lifts a fishing net upward. The phone lands safely inside the net with realistic momentum and bounce. The captain smiles, docks beside the bridge, hands the phone back to the surprised owner, who gratefully says, "Thank you so much!" The captain simply nods with a warm smile before leaving. Golden-hour natural lighting, authentic facial expressions, physically accurate falling motion, realistic boat movement and water ripples, no impossible actions, no slow motion, no CGI-style effects, no jump cuts, cinematic depth of field, natural ambient sounds only (river, birds, engine, footsteps, dialogue), emotionally uplifting ending.show more

Made a Haaland FIFA edit with Seedance 2.0 Prompt:... A high-end 3D Pixar-style digital animation. The subject is a cute, chubby toddler caricature of professional footballer Erling Haaland standing on a vibrant green grass pitch inside a massive, packed football stadium at night. The toddler has oversized features, including a round face, an exaggerated pouty and grumpy expression, and his signature long blonde hair tied neatly into a top-knot bun with shaved sides. He is wearing a detailed light blue Manchester City FC home kit, complete with matching shorts and golden football boots. He stands confidently with his arms tightly crossed over his chest, rocking slightly back and forth to the rhythm of music, giving a playful and defiant attitude. One foot is planted firmly on top of a classic star-patterned UEFA Champions League football. The camera angle is a dynamic, low-angle full-body shot that makes the character look heroic yet adorable. The background is softly blurred with bokeh, showing a massive crowd under intense, bright stadium floodlights that cast crisp highlights on his hair and clothes. Cinematic lighting, rich colors, ultra-detailed textures on the fabric, hair strands, and grass blades, rendering in smooth 4K resolution.show more

Created with Gemini Nano Banana Pro Prompt: A breathtaking... cinematic skydiving sequence begins inside a military-style helicopter flying at 15,000 feet above a sea of clouds during golden hour. The camera slowly moves through the helicopter cabin, revealing a fearless young woman skydiver wearing a sleek black wingsuit-inspired jumpsuit, professional parachute harness, tactical gloves, and aerodynamic goggles. Her long dark hair moves gently in the wind coming through the open side door. The helicopter's powerful rotor blades spin overhead, creating realistic motion blur and dynamic vibrations. Sunlight streams through the cabin, casting dramatic rays and cinematic shadows across her determined face. The camera captures an intense close-up of her eyes as she looks toward the endless horizon. As epic orchestral music builds, she steps to the edge of the helicopter. The camera switches to a dramatic low-angle shot showing the vast sky and breathtaking world below. In slow motion, she leaps into the open air. Time seems to freeze as she exits the aircraft, with tiny particles of dust and sunlight sparkling around her. The camera follows her from multiple cinematic angles: front-facing tracking shots, side-profile action shots, over-the-shoulder aerial perspectives, and wide drone-style views. Her body glides smoothly through the atmosphere as clouds rush past. Her hair flows dynamically in the wind while realistic fabric physics animate her suit and parachute straps. Below her lies an incredible landscape of towering mountain ranges, turquoise lakes, winding rivers, deep valleys, dense forests, and snow-capped peaks stretching endlessly to the horizon. Volumetric clouds cast moving shadows across the terrain. The sun creates golden highlights on the mountains and sparkling reflections on the water. The camera circles around her at high speed while she performs controlled aerial maneuvers and graceful spins. Tiny water droplets and cloud mist pass the lens, creating immersive realism. Lens flares, atmospheric haze, HDR lighting, and cinematic depth of field enhance the visual impact. As the music reaches its climax, she bursts through a layer of clouds into brilliant sunlight. The camera captures a stunning 360-degree orbit around her, revealing the entire world beneath. She smiles confidently while freefalling at high speed. Near the end, she reaches for the parachute cord. Time slows dramatically. A close-up shot shows her hand pulling the release handle. Instantly, the parachute deploys with a powerful burst of motion. The colorful canopy opens above her against a vivid blue sky. The final scene shows her peacefully gliding through the sky as the sun sets on the horizon, painting the clouds with orange, pink, and gold colors. The camera pulls back farther and farther until she becomes a tiny silhouette floating above the majestic landscape. Epic cinematic ending, ultra-realistic visuals, Hollywood blockbuster quality, National Geographic aerial cinematography, 8K HDR, hyper-realistic lighting, realistic wind simulation, volumetric clouds, smooth camera movements, masterpiece, viral social media quality.show more

How far would you go for a kiss you'll... never forget? Nano Banana Pro + Seedance 2.0 on BudgetPixel AI prompt Cinematic 6-second drone shot at dusk. A young couple @[Image 1](image_1) passionately kissing while sitting on the edge of the giant white Hollywood sign. Start in a tight medium shot focused on their kiss: a woman with wavy blonde hair in a low bun wearing a babypink sleeveless high-neck top, black leggings and chunky black platform boots, and a muscular man with short hair, small hoop earring, white ribbed tank top and black trousers. They are sitting side by side on the narrow ledge of the letter, legs dangling, leaning into a deep kiss. The man holds a small black object in his hands. The camera performs a slow, smooth, continuous pull-back and slight ascending crane movement. As it moves, the massive scale of the iconic white Hollywood sign is gradually revealed beneath them. The shot ends in a wide establishing view showing the full "HOLLYWOOD" sign letters against dry golden-brown California hills, a dramatic cloudy dusk sky with warm orange-pink sunset glow on the horizon, and a tall communication tower visible in the distance. The couple remains visible as small figures still kissing on the first letter. Natural cinematic lighting, soft dusk atmosphere, high detail, realistic live-action, filmic color grading with slightly desaturated tones, strong contrast between the bright white sign and the moody landscape. Romantic, bold, epic yet intimate mood. Smooth camera movement, no cuts.show more

Caught on Camera: An Evri courier throws a parcel... at the front door of a house in Southend before taking a photo and walking away. It happened on Saturday in the in Leigh / Eastwood area and was captured on a doorbell camera. Rather than placing the parcel down carefully, leaving it in a safe place or ringing the doorbell, the footage shows the courier barely stepping onto the driveway before throwing the package towards the front door, seemingly with little regard for whether the contents inside could be damaged. The courier then takes a delivery photo of the parcel on the ground and leaves. The resident said: "If you live in Leigh-on-Sea or Eastwood please be aware of this disgraceful Evri delivery person. "He barely came onto the drive and chucks the parcel with a disdained look on his face as if it's an inconvenience to be delivering it! "It's not our usual Evri man because our usual man is one of the most honest, genuine and reliable guys out there. But please please be aware if you are having parcels delivered!" Evri says its couriers should either hand parcels to customers or leave them securely in a safe place. The company says that if a parcel is delivered damaged, then customers should contact the sender, as the retailer is responsible for providing a refund or replacement - not Evri.show more

004/100 Buttons. A bit of the process on building... an animation. When looking at a finished animation or in this example a finished button, it can look quite complex inside the CSS. But when building it, it’s more like a lot of simple steps, one after another. Here I had the idea to make some kind of text animation like the footer logo on the Osmo site. I try to add the base animation with no complex easing, for example transition: translate 0.4s ease. Starting with just moving the one text from bottom to top and the other text to top. Adding a stagger, play around with it. Searching for a way to make it more circular. On the research I found the sin() function inside CSS which can build a more smooth non linear curve for the stagger which creates this circular effect. And step by step adding more complexity like, different easing for hover/hover-out, opacity, 3D transform and more. I use also the sin() function to rotate the letters, so the middle ones are getting more rotated than the outer ones. Another thing which helps is to add a small delay on hover, for example 0.05s or 0.1s, you don’t really see the difference, but when you hover pretty fast on and out it doesn’t get that jumpy. I’m using here GSAP’s SplitText to split every char into spans. And then I’m adding a CSS index variable to every span, starting from the center. SplitText can provide CSS index variables, but you cannot tell it from which direction. For the sin() it’s also important to have a max length, so I add another CSS variable with the max char number on it. Crafting 100 Buttons with Osmo ⏳ Total time: 63hshow more

What would you do if a monster charged at... you in the middle of the street? Made with Nano Banana 2 + Seedance 2.0 4k on TapNow prompt Beat 1 - The Calm Opening The reference image character is a Western woman with long wavy blonde hair casually drinking a Coke in the middle of a chaotic urban street. Her outfit and cap match Image 1 exactly. Energy is calm, unfazed, and confident. Camera: grounded, cinematic, medium shot. Beat 2 - The Monster Charges A terrifying monster bull charges toward her at full speed. It smashes through debris and scatters people in panic. The street erupts into chaos around the character. Camera: dynamic tracking, wide angle to capture scale of monster and chaos. Beat 3 - The Transformation The young woman stays calm and completely unfazed. She lowers the Coke. She raises one hand. Her arm begins transforming into solid ice from the fingertips upward. Frost spreads across her skin, glowing with cold blue-white energy. Vapor rolls off the arm as the ice transformation builds. Camera: close-up on the arm transformation, slow and deliberate. Beat 4 - The Touch - Slow Motion As the monster lunges, she calmly reaches forward. She touches the monster with her frozen hand. DRAMATIC SLOW MOTION at the moment of contact. Ice rapidly spreads from the point of contact across the monster's body. The monster panics - thrashing and roaring as frost crawls over its claws, chest, face, and eyes. The monster's movement slows as the freezing effect takes over. Camera: extreme close-up on contact point, then pulls out to reveal the spreading ice. Beat 5 - Full Freeze The creature becomes completely encased in crystal-clear ice, frozen mid-attack. A tense pause holds on the frozen monster. Deep cracks spread through the frozen monster. Cracks split across its icy body with sharp crystalline sounds. Detailed cracking ice - realistic frost and crystal texture throughout. Camera: wide shot of the frozen monster, locked and still for the pause beat. Beat 6 - The Walk-Off The young woman casually takes another sip of Coke. She turns away without looking back. She walks off calmly as the frozen monster cracks behind her. Confident calm hero energy. No celebration. No reaction. Just casual. Camera: low angle tracking shot as she walks away, monster in background. Visual Effects Realistic ice transformation - frost spreading from fingertips upward. Frost vapor rolling off the arm during transformation. Cold blue-white glowing energy across frozen skin. Ice rapidly spreading across monster body from point of contact. Detailed cracking ice with sharp crystalline fracture lines. Crystal-clear ice encasing the entire monster mid-attack. Realistic freeze physics - movement slowing as ice covers the creature. Camera Style Dynamic cinematic camera movement throughout. High-action monster attack framing during the charge. Dramatic slow motion at the exact moment of hand contact. Close-up on ice transformation - fingertips to shoulder. Pull-back reveal as ice spreads across the monster's full body. Low angle walk-off shot to close the scene. One continuous take. No cuts. Camera never stops. Character appearance: a beautiful Western woman with long wavy blonde hair flowing naturally beneath the cap, maintaining the same calm, confident, and unfazed presence throughout the entire sequence.show more

Seedance 2 is so good at character and scene... consistency across cuts. I tested it with a short film on something I learned last week about cats. The key is detailed prompts - take your story to an LLM to nail the structure, then to Krea to make the video. Take my prompt 👇 Style: high-quality 3D animation, expressive character acting, cozy lighting, cinematic composition Timestamped structure: 0:00 - 0:02 Open on a cozy desk setup in a home office. A black cat, Finn, is near the desk, alert and curious. The woman with brown hair and blue eyes sits at her computer, pulling up a YouTube-style bird video. The screen shows colorful birds hopping on branches. Finn immediately locks in on the movement. 0:03 - 0:05 The woman smiles knowingly and adjusts the monitor so Finn can see better. She lightly gestures toward the screen. Finn jumps onto the chair or desk edge and sits facing the monitor, ears forward, body still, completely mesmerized by the birds. 0:05 - 0:07 The woman gets up from the desk and walks away casually, leaving Finn watching. Finn remains seated, staring at the bird video with total concentration. Maybe a subtle tail flick or tiny head movement tracks the birds on screen. 0:07 - 0:10 Cut to later in the day, in the exact same office. The woman is now back at the desk in a Zoom meeting, still with the single monitor on the same desk. The computer screen now shows a video call grid or work presentation instead of the birds. She is mid-conversation, professional and focused, seated upright, saying "and now we'll move to the next slide" 0:10 - 0:12 Finn suddenly jumps up onto the desk from below, entering frame with urgency. He looks at the screen, confused and dissatisfied that the birds are gone. He starts pawing at the screen and the woman is shocked and embarrassedshow more

AI video is remarkably good at imagining historical events.... This is a one-shot video from Seedance 2 of Pompeii when Mt. Vesuvius erupted. Prompt is below, you can ask an LLM to rewrite it for any other event 👇 This is handheld documentary footage recorded on an early-2000s consumer DV camcorder from the streets of Pompeii at the moment Mount Vesuvius begins erupting. The footage feels like real, imperfect home video of ordinary people witnessing the beginning of a historic disaster. The recording shows a busy street in Pompeii during the daytime, with merchants, families, children, laborers, and townspeople moving through the city. In the distance, Mount Vesuvius is visible above the rooftops. At first, people are going about normal daily life, but then a strange plume of smoke and ash begins rising from the volcano. The crowd gradually notices it. Some people stop and stare, some point toward the mountain, and others begin shouting to one another in confusion. The camera moves through the street like someone in the crowd trying to capture what is happening. It shows frightened townspeople looking up at the sky, parents pulling children closer, merchants abandoning their stalls, and groups of people beginning to run as ash starts falling. The footage captures the shift from curiosity to fear as the eruption becomes impossible to ignore. There are natural cuts between wider views of the street, the mountain in the distance, and closer views of people reacting in panic. The handheld camera shows natural shake, drifting framing, sudden reactive movement, autofocus mistakes as the person filming swings between the crowd and the volcano, slight exposure problems from bright daylight and ash in the air, and the imperfect look of old DV footage. The movement should feel urgent and unplanned, like someone trying to document the disaster while also staying safe. Natural sound only: the noise of the street, footsteps on stone, people murmuring and then shouting, children crying, distant rumbling from the volcano, debris falling, and the panic of the crowd. No cinematic music added. The result must feel like authentic, raw footage of ordinary people in Pompeii experiencing the beginning of the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, captured on an old DV camcorder.”show more

People told him not to go in. Everyone knew... the water was too strong. When the man came back out holding the dog, the entire riverbank fell silent. Rain hammered down without pause. Floodwater tore past the rescue line, fast and merciless. Emergency lights washed the scene in red and blue, reflecting off faces trozen with tear. The man stood just behind the tape. Early forties. Army veteran. His uniform was soaked and heavy. One leg was injured badly enough that he leaned on a crutch to stay upright. His hands were locked tight around the handle, knuckles pale from the strain. Then the dog lost its footing. The current grabbed it in an instant. A brief flash of wet fur broke the surface, then vanished beneath the water. The man didn't wait. He let the crutch fall. It disappeared immediately, pulled away like it weighed nothing. Someone yelled his name. Another hand reached out for him, but the distance was already gone. He stepped into the flood, limping, fighting for balance as the water climbed higher. The rescue team could only watch as a man with one damaged leg pushed into a river that had already taken too much. When he came back up, he wasn't alone. The dog was in his arms, trembling and weak, eyes wide but alive. It pressed its body against his chest as if it understood exactly what had just happened. He staggered onto the shore and collapsed. Mud clung to everything. Rain kept falling. His breathing came in heavy gasps. No one spoke. That was more than a rescue. This was a man making a different choice than he once had. A man who refused to stand on the bank and watch another life disappear. What came next at the clinic, and long after the water receded, is what gives this moment its meaning.show more

Lads. Sit down and give me your ear a... while, for I have watched from the water long enough and the hour is upon us whether we have the stomach for it or not. You remember. Or your fathers told you, or their fathers did, and the knowledge of it is in the marrow of you whether you drew breath in those days or not. The moors in the grey hour before dawn. Wet heather soft under the boot. Peat smoke rising from a low stone chimney a mile out across the bog, thin as a prayer. A sky the colour of a gun barrel and the gulls lamenting above the headland. The smell of turf burning, and wet wool, and the ferrous tang of the sea when the wind swung around out of the Atlantic and put the taste of iron on your tongue. A man could walk that land and know every stone of it was his by inheritance, because his grandfather had broken his back upon it, and his grandfather before him, back through the generations until you reach men whose names are lost and whose bones are in the soil you are standing on. The potato fields. God be good to us, the potato fields. Lazy beds cut straight as a gunwale, the ridges black and shining after a night of rain, women bent double with creels lashed to their backs and the children at their skirts, drawing the crop up by the hand for there was never any other means devised nor wanted. Hands split open at the knuckles and never entirely healed in this life. Hunger within living memory. Grandmothers who had seen the blight with their own eyes and would not speak of it from the year of it until the day they were laid down, save that a crust was kept always on the dresser which no soul in that house was permitted to touch. Not ever. Not for any reason under heaven. And the chimney sweeps. Wee lads no heavier than a sack of meal, black to the bone with soot, their lungs ruined before they were old enough to marry and old men entirely by thirty. Up the flues at first light, the skin worn off them by the brick, eyes crimson at the rim, breathing the black in with every draw of air. And the coal miners a half mile beneath our feet, down in the wet dark, the roof of the world muttering over their heads, the canary gone silent, a man's whole existence measured out in the shilling a ton and the dust he carried home in his chest to cough up of a Sunday morning into a rag. Fathers who descended and were never hauled up again. Widows at the pit head with the shawl drawn over the head and no tears remaining in them for they had spent those long ago. That was the tariff paid to keep the hearth lit. That was the reckoning of being warm in winter in the Ireland that was. And after the labouring week, Friday evening, and a man had earned the peace of what followed. Home first. Peeled the day off him in the yard. A shower of ice cold moor river water out of a tin bucket punctured with holes, hung on a nail on the gable wall, the water running clean down the back of him and carrying the week's dust and sweat away into the drain. Scrubbed till the skin was pink beneath the grime. Clean shirt laid out by the wife. The hair combed down with a drop of water. Then, and only then, did a man set himself to the table. A meat pie from the baker, tenpence if he was known to you, a shilling and no change if he was not, put down upon a proper plate. Fish and chips for threepence, the salt and vinegar soaked through the newspaper, but carried home and ate slowly at your own table with your people around you, not walked with through the streets like some vagrant tinker off the road. A man ate as a man who had earned his portion, for he had. And later, with the dishes cleared and the kettle set, down the road to the tavern. Low beams black with a century of smoke. A turf fire muttering in the grate. The air thick with pipe smoke and the vapour of wet overcoats steaming themselves dry on the backs of chairs. A pint of stout, cold and black as a cove at midnight, elevenpence laid down on the counter, a head on it thick enough to strike a match upon. A second one because you had it coming to you and no man present would dispute it. A fiddle starting up in the corner of its own accord. The old men in the snug who remembered matters the history books had long since mislaid. A song before the bolt was thrown on the door. The walk home beneath a firmament crowded with stars, the stout warm in the gut of you, the week behind you, and your own door waiting with the latch unlocked for you had no enemies in that parish. That was the country. That was the covenant. Honest labour, plain food, a cold wash, a hot meal, a cold pint, your own tongue in your own mouth, your own soil beneath your boots, and no man standing above you save the Almighty Himself. Now regard her. Regard her close. The fields disposed of to men who have never set foot upon them and never shall. The harbours signed away by the stroke of a pen in a room you were not admitted to, and foreign keels dragging out of our waters the living that sustained this island for a thousand years, while our own boats rot at their moorings for want of a quota. The tradesmen undercut by imported labour and imported goods. The shops shuttered along every main street from Donegal to Cork. The young ones scattered to London and Sydney and Boston and the Gulf because there is nothing remaining for them beneath their own roof. And the entirety of this rotten arrangement dressed up in the soft mannerly language of progress by men in towers of glass who could not tell a lazy bed from a grave, nor a trawler from a tugboat, nor an honest day's work from a pension plan. And now they arrive with the next imposition. A digital identity. A number assigned to each soul. A card required to buy your bread. A code required to draw your own earnings out of your own account. A file kept on every man, woman and child from the cradle forward. Permission asked to move. Permission asked to speak. Permission asked to earn. A levy upon every breath drawn and a regulation upon every step taken. No. And no again. And no for a third time so there is no misunderstanding of it. We do not require your digital identity. We did not request it. We did not vote upon it. We do not consent to it. We do not need your permission to exist upon the soil our forefathers are buried in. We are a free people. We have carried ourselves this far upon our own two backs. Through famine and empire and civil war and black lung and blight and the emigrant ship out of Cobh, we have come this distance under our own steam, and the arrangement appears to be serving us well enough without your intervention. We buried our own. We fed our own. We raised our own roofs and took our own fish and reared our own children in our own tongue. We are in your debt for nothing. Not a signature. Not a biometric scan. Not a single solitary inch. And while we are upon the subject, let us speak plainly of the tax man, for he has gone too long without proper introduction. The tax collector and the tax man are the one article under two names, and the article is a parasite. There is no dressing it up finer than that. A man who produces nothing, who grows nothing, who catches nothing, who builds nothing, who mends nothing, who has never in his professional life lifted anything heavier than a pen, and who arrives at your door with the full apparatus of the state at his back to carry off the fruits of labour he did not perform. He is a middleman between your sweat and some scheme dreamt up in a committee room by his own kind, and the great majority of what he takes is consumed by the machinery of the taking itself before ever a penny of it reaches the road or the hospital or the schoolhouse he claims to be funding. And I will go further while I have the floor. Finance itself, the whole apparatus of it, money breeding money in the dark without a hand laid upon a tool or a spade turned in the earth, is slavery dressed in a good suit. It is the oldest swindle known to man and it has never been anything other. A man who produces nothing yet lives off the productive labour of others through the charging of interest upon money conjured out of nothing is a parasite of a rarer and more refined order than the tax man, but a parasite all the same, and between the pair of them they have the working people of this island bled white and lectured at for the pleasure. A man who will not work with his hands, nor with his back, nor with his mind at some honest problem of the real physical world, is no man that I recognise. He is a ledger entry in a suit. The country was not built by ledger entries. The country was built by farmers and fishermen and masons and smiths and sweeps and miners and shipwrights and midwives and mothers, and those are the people whose say should carry in her councils, and no other. Here is what I put to you. Let each man and woman of this island direct the first tenth of their earnings themselves, by their own judgement, to the purpose they see as worthy. The school down the road. The lifeboat station. The hospice. The widow on the corner. The roof of the chapel. The harbour wall. Whatever it may be. Let the people who earned the money decide where the money travels. You will find the roads mended and the ports dredged and the schools standing and the old ones cared for inside of five years, and done better and for less, because the hand that earned the coin knows the weight of it and will not squander it upon consultants and committees. And let us have done with the paper currency and the numbers in a screen that can be frozen at the whim of a clerk in a tower. Bring back the coin. Gold for the great transactions. Silver for the weekly commerce of a working life. Copper for the small change of the day. Metal you can bite. Metal you can weigh. Metal that cannot be conjured out of nothing by a keystroke, nor erased out of existence by another. Real money for real labour. A coin in the hand is a free man's wage. A number in a database is a collar around a free man's neck, and they are fitting that collar now while we stand arguing over the colour of it. Feel it in your gut. That is not nothing. That is your blood relating to you what your ears will not hear. That is every forebear who starved and fought and coughed the black dust into a rag and descended the shaft regardless, standing at your shoulder and saying no further. Not one more field. Not one more harbour. Not one more son upon a plane. Not one more free man converted into a number in a ledger for the convenience of the parasites. This is the hour. Make no error about it. Ireland is redeemed in this generation or she is lost beyond recovery, and every true son and daughter of her knows it in the marrow. There is no middle ground remaining. There is no waiting it out. There is standing now, upon your own two feet, or there is watching her go under the waves for the last and final time. So stand. Stand with your farmers. Stand with your fishermen. Stand with your tradesmen and your miners and your sweeps and your mothers and your old ones. Raise the tricolour. Speak the tongue. Walk the land. Hold the line in the streets of every town and city and do not break it, for they are relying upon you to break and to go home and to forget by Tuesday. She is calling her children home. Every stone of her, every breaker on her western shore, every acre of wet heather and every coal in every hearth the length and breadth of her is calling. Answer her. Take her back. Every field, every harbour, every last inch of her. Take her back, or lose her entirely. There is no third road open to us.show more

She said nothing… until everything came out 😌 Generated... with Seedance 2.0 on BudgetPixel AI Prompt : Main Character: A beautiful Korean high school girl wearing a realistic Korean summer school uniform (하복). Natural skin texture with no beauty retouching. Hair becomes messy during combat, with expressive emotional acting. Facial proportions remain fully consistent throughout all shots. She begins timid and shocked, then gradually becomes determined and defiant. 0–1.5 seconds: The female lead quietly studies at her desk. Four delinquent schoolgirls surround her and begin bullying her. They mock her for studying, aggressively sweep her books off the desk, and shove her shoulders. Wide-angle handheld camera movement. Books fly in slow motion. Tense classroom atmosphere. Realistic school bullying energy, shaky camera motion, cinematic realism. 1.5–3 seconds: Close-up of the protagonist’s face. She slowly stands up. Her expression shifts from fear to cold determination. The bullies remain blurred in shallow depth of field behind her. A 0.5-second moment of silence. Slow cinematic push-in shot. Silence except for ambient classroom sound and tense breathing. 3–5 seconds: First confrontation. One bully throws a punch; the protagonist blocks and counters with a strike to the stomach. Another attacker rushes from the side; she dodges and retaliates with a spinning elbow strike. Handheld tracking shots follow the motion closely. Dynamic motion blur, impact camera shake, realistic fight choreography. No supernatural effects. 5–8 seconds: The remaining two bullies attack simultaneously with punches and kicks. The protagonist uses quick footwork and evasive movement to avoid hits. Dynamic 360-degree rotating camera movement. Rapid chained kicks and elbow attacks knock the attackers down. Classroom desks and objects shift from the impacts. Intense cinematic action pacing. 8–10 seconds: The final attacker charges toward the protagonist. The female lead leaps high into the air. Low-angle shot from the ground. 30% slow motion. Hair and skirt flow naturally. Dramatic cinematic lighting. Floating dust and airborne particles drift slowly through the air. 10–12 seconds: Midair 360-degree spinning kick. Slow-motion impact directly hits the final bully’s chest. Extreme close-up of the collision. The bully is launched backward into the classroom wall. Debris and dust explode outward. All bullies collapse onto the floor. Immediately after landing, the camera speed snaps back to normal for dramatic impact. 12–14 seconds: Victory moment. The protagonist stands alone in the center of the classroom, breathing heavily. The four bullies lie defeated around the room. The camera slowly and dramatically pushes toward her face. Soft cinematic bokeh background. Her expression is determined yet emotional. 14–15 seconds: Freeze-frame close-up. The protagonist stares directly into the camera and calmly says in Korean: (“I need to get into college.”) Delivery is realistic and emotionally restrained. After the line ends, she returns to looking like an ordinary student. Calm, emotional ending. The film emphasizes the intense academic pressure faced by Korean students. Style References: Korean action cinema, ultra-realistic cinematography, cinematic handheld action, emotional realism, grounded fight choreography, realistic Korean classroom atmosphere, high-budget Netflix K-drama aesthetics, cinematic lighting, dramatic silence beats, powerful female protagonist, grounded emotional tone. Negative Prompt: Cartoon, anime, CGI-looking textures, fake skin, extra limbs, distorted faces, exaggerated fantasy armor, unrealistic physics, low quality, blurry faces, overexposed lighting, comedic tone, childish style, fantasy classroom, male protagonist, bad anatomy, unrealistic body proportions, supernatural effects, glowing eyes, energy auras, magic.show more

Wait? Is this Seedance 2 Mini? The mystery Seedance... 2 model IS HERE! No wait this time. About 55% of the cost of the 2.0 Fast is about 75% Quality wise they say to expect Fast level output and that seems fair? Thoughts? Left is Seedance 2 Mini Right is Seedance 2.0 Full Prompt Image To Video Use the uploaded images as identity, costume, and lighting reference. Same naturally confident charismatic age 25 woman throughout performing a sold-out arena concert. Real concert documentary feel, handheld camera energy, practical stage lighting only. gritty, real, fun, clean editing, english language high energy modern concert performance 0: 00–0:01 — Open tight on her face mid-performance, eyes bright, genuine laugh breaking through a lyric, hair catching stage light. Crowd noise swells under faint mic hum. 0: 01–0:06 — She steps forward to the edge of the stage, singing into the mic with playful energy, she frowns, sad "Wait! Is this Seedance 2 Mini?" and then smiles and laughs free hand reaching out toward the crowd, fingers brushing toward raised phones and hands. The crowd repeats the lyric back to her as she laughs. Warm stage lights and lens flares in the background, slight handheld camera sway following her movement. 0: 06–0:09 — Wide shot from a low angle near the crowd barrier — she's framed against haze and colored stage lights, band visible in soft focus behind her (guitarist stage left, keyboard player stage right). She throws her free arm out wide, laughing between lines, hair whipping slightly as she turns. 0: 10–0:12 — Cut to a closer three-quarter shot — she playfully points the mic toward the crowd for a sing-along moment, grinning, eyes scanning the audience with real warmth and connection. Visible sweat sheen, natural skin texture, slight camera shake as if shot from the pit. — Final beat: close-up, she looks directly into the lens with a bright, genuine smile Camera: handheld documentary-style movement throughout, natural focus pulls, no perfectly smooth gimbal shots, slight shake and imperfection consistent with a real concert film crew. Practical stage lighting only — no CGI glow, no artificial bloom, no glossy skin, visible natural texture and sweat under hot lights. Audio: live arena ambience — crowd roar, cheering, phone-camera flash pops, her voice carrying clearly over a full live band mix (electric guitar, keys, drums, bass). No studio polish — natural live-mix dynamics, slight room reverb. No on-screen text, no logos, no subtitles, no watermarks, no identity drift, no extra performers beyond the band already in frame, no slideshow stillness, no overly smooth or glossy rendering, no jarring cuts, no akward moments, no jerky moves, no duplicates, no clonesshow more

MR. IG🐻Prescription Play #2🏀 Ja Morant o11.5 Reb+Ast (+100)... #GrindCity vs #LakeShow Film. Data. Narratives. What a great play. Show love if you want another play❤️ Lets start with the data because this man is averaging 16.8 Potential Assists across his last 9 games with 25+ minutes. We have also hammered the idea of the Lakers being a horrendous transition defense this season, and we know Ja Morant is at his most fun when he gets out in transition. Expect some easy assists on those plays here. Now as far as the Lakers, they don't hide their strategy of "you are either shooting or passing but you are not driving." While that last matchup was the one that started the drama with his comments about the coaches chewing him out mid-game, it did look like he was figuring out how to read it in the 2nd half. The Grizzlies would put Ja Morant on the wing in an ISO position, with everyone cleared out to the other side. The Lakers would have the big show EARLY help on the near side block. Ja Morant would then read the help of the big man and the weakside corner If the big and corner were helping early, he would drive and find the corner. If the big was helping and the corner wasn't, he would find the big on the opposite block. If the big AND the corner were waiting for him to drive before showing help, he would force the switch onto a lesser defender and put the Lakers into a position where they had to show help. And as far as the rebounding, Ja Morant's defensive role is simple: When there is a corner camper, matchup with the corner camper. With no Reaves, and not matching up on Luka/Lebron, we know this will be the case and should keep him in uncontested weakside rebounding position on any deep shot attempts. This is why he has had 11+ Rebound Chances in 3/4 against the Lakers.show more

From an ordinary man to a celestial warrior, this... cinematic transformation. Created with Seedance 2.0 on Lart AI . Unreal visuals, smooth motion, and movie-quality storytelling. Try yours here 👇 Prompt: Duration: 10 seconds Style: Ultra-cinematic, photorealistic IMAX realism, continuous single shot, no cuts. --- Character & Setup Use Image as the identity reference. Preserve the exact facial identity, facial structure, hairstyle, skin tone, and proportions throughout the entire sequence. His face is bruised with a small streak of blood at the corner of his mouth. He looks exhausted after battle. During the transformation, he shows restrained pain with only a slight frown—no exaggerated screaming. Armor design is inspired by image2. His clothing is battle-damaged, torn, dusty, and partially burned. In his right hand he tightly grips a glowing Holy Ring Crystal Core radiating intense white-blue divine energy. Environment Apocalyptic Jakarta under a dark overcast sky. Ruined skyscrapers, burning buildings, drifting ash, smoke, flying debris, distant fires, and flaming meteors crossing the sky. Cold grey-blue cinematic color palette with dramatic atmosphere. Visual Style Photorealistic cinematic realism, IMAX-quality visuals, 35mm Panavision lens, handheld camera with subtle breathing movement, compressed shadows, highly detailed textures, slight edge softness, natural film grain, grounded realism. Thousands of glowing feathers physically assemble the armor with a powerful divine aura, combining biological pain with advanced alien technology. --- 0–2.5s — Fall The hero crashes violently into broken concrete and rubble, creating a powerful dust explosion. The handheld camera shakes from the impact. He slowly rises to one knee, breathing heavily while staring at the glowing Holy Ring Crystal Core in his right hand. 2.5–5s — Awakening He quietly whispers, "Berubah!", then crushes the crystal. A blinding white-blue beam erupts into the sky. Thousands of glowing feathers materialize and spiral around him. They wrap around his arm, chest, and entire body. His eyes become pure white as a faint golden halo symbol briefly appears behind him. 5–7.5s — Transformation Sacred energy explodes outward. White smoke, golden sparks, and streams of blue energy surround him. Feather light solidifies into mechanical armor components that rapidly lock onto his torso, arms, legs, and shoulders with satisfying metallic clicks. The camera circles smoothly around him during the transformation. 7.5–10s — Completion The transformation completes into magnificent white-platinum armor with pearl-like metallic surfaces, elegant golden engravings, and glowing blue energy flowing through every armor seam. Massive mechanical angel wings unfold dramatically, scattering thousands of glowing feathers. A radiant halo appears behind him while a transparent energy helmet forms over his face. Two blazing holy energy blades materialize in his hands. The camera pulls back to a low-angle full-body shot as divine energy lifts rocks and debris into the air. In the final second, the armored angel launches straight upward at incredible speed, blasting out of frame as the camera violently shakes from the shockwave.show more

"Walter always said the Fourth of July was for... everyone else. His daughter used to invite him inside before the fireworks started, close the curtains, turn the television up, and pretend she wasn’t watching his hands. Walter hated that part most. He didn’t want pity. He didn’t want people whispering around him. He wanted to sit on his own porch, in his own chair, and act like the noise didn’t still reach places in him he couldn’t explain. He had come home from Vietnam a long time ago, but some nights never seemed as far away as they should have. Most days, Walter was steady. He mowed his lawn, fixed the loose rail by the steps, and waved at every neighbor who passed. Loud sudden sounds were the one thing that could still pull the room out from under him. That night, the first fireworks started before it was fully dark. Walter stayed outside anyway. He sat on the porch steps with his cap low over his face, trying to breathe through each burst like he’d done so many times before. Duke watched him from the walkway. The black shepherd mix had been with Walter for three years. He knew the small things: the way Walter’s shoulders tightened before he said he was fine, the way his fingers curled when the noise got too close, the way silence after a loud boom sometimes scared him more than the boom itself. Another firework cracked over the neighborhood, and Walter covered his face with both hands. Duke came up the steps slowly. He didn’t crowd him. He just walked close enough, waited a second, then rested his head on Walter’s knee. Walter’s hand dropped almost right away. He touched Duke’s ear, then the side of his neck, and his breathing started to slow. The fireworks kept going behind them, lighting the street in red and white, but Walter wasn’t alone with the sound anymore. After a while, he leaned forward and held Duke with both arms. “Good boy,” he whispered. Duke stayed there until the noise moved farther away. What has your dog done when they somehow knew you needed them?show more

Hey X, Family, friends, and warriors on here, I... need to share something heavy that's been on my heart for only a couple of days. The doctors recently gave me news of cancer and a short 12-month timeline at best. I call BS on that. I feel strong, I'm fighting with everything I have, and I'm positive I'll beat this by God's grace. I'm anxiously waiting on a second opinion from another oncologist right now. Today I broke the news to my kiddos, all but the one overseas. My minors at home (including our new little Spider-Man who's been adjusting with us the past week after coming from a tough situation) and my college boy are now in the know. As a widower with no other living relatives, these boys depend on me, and I've never hidden things from them. We prayed together and we're standing on faith. I've only been carrying this quietly for a couple days, but I can't keep it hidden any longer. So many of you depend on me for the behind-the-scenes help and encouragement, and I have several close friends right here on this platform who have beaten the odds ,true God's warriors. Their testimonies fire me up. I know I'll join them in victory. Scripture I'm standing on: " Is anyone among you sick? Let them call the elders of the church to pray over them and anoint them with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up." (James 5:14-15) Also, "Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ." (Galatians 6:2) Please cover me and my boys in prayer. I'm trusting God for complete healing and many more years of ministry, fatherhood, and service. He who began a good work will be faithful to complete it. Let's believe together, the battle is the Lord's. Much love and gratitude, Moon 🌙show more