"Lights dim, camera rolling, new actress pressed against the... couch. Director attacked her mouth without warning 🔞— deep, aggressive, owning every inch. She’s already wet💦 for the next scene "show more

Sydney Sweeney Stars in Intense New ‘Euphoria’ Scene 🔥... The 28-year-old actress delivered another memorable performance in Season 3 of the HBO series, appearing in a passionate scene with co-star Homer Gere (son of Richard Gere). Reports say the scene — part of Cassie Howard’s OnlyFans storyline — is so energetic that the bed breaks and artwork falls off the walls. Sweeney is reportedly earning between $800,000 and $1 million per episode for Season 3, reflecting her massive rise since the early seasons. This continues Sydney’s bold choices on the hit show, with fans already buzzing ahead of next week’s episode. What do you think of her fearless acting in Euphoria and is she being paid enough for her massive talents? (Video: AI)show more

Night Invitation👹 Nano Banana 2 x Seedance 2.0 on... Yapper A mysterious vampire emerges from the shadows of a foggy alley, revealing blood-stained fangs and inviting the viewer into the darkness before the camera fades into the abyss of her sinister smile. Prompt: Dark gothic alley at night, wet brick wall and rain-soaked pavement reflecting a dim street lamp. Heavy fog drifts slowly through the alley. A pale elegant vampire woman in a long black coat and dark red dress leans against the wall, motionless and mysterious. Cinematic horror lighting, dramatic shadows, shallow depth of field, ultra-realistic, 35mm film look, film grain, volumetric fog. The camera begins at her black leather boots and performs a slow cinematic vertical dolly shot upward, moving smoothly from her feet → legs → waist → shoulders → lips → eyes. Suspense builds as the camera rises. When the camera reaches her face, she slowly tilts her head and gives a cold villain smile. Her long sharp vampire fangs slide into view, fresh blood dripping slowly from the tips. Her eyes glow subtly in the darkness. She whispers softly: “Welcome to the night…” Immediately after, she lets out a quiet sinister villain laugh as the fog thickens and the lighting darkens. The scene begins to slowly fade to black, while the camera continues pushing forward into an extreme close-up, zooming closer and closer until the camera enters her mouth, ending in darkness. Style keywords: cinematic horror, gothic vampire, slow camera movement, dramatic lighting, suspenseful, photorealistic, moody atmosphere, shallow depth of field, film grain, volumetric fog.show more

🚨 WARNING: THE NEXT 24 HOURS WILL CHANGE EVERYTHING!... Trump just said Iran may no longer exist as a country. Read that again. “The Islamic Republic of Iran will no longer exist.” This is NOT normal diplomatic language. This is a direct warning. And markets will feel it on Monday. The ceasefire is basically dead. The US has now struck Iranian missile storage sites, drone facilities and coastal radar positions for the second time. Iran has also violated the agreement multiple times in just 48 hours. → Ships attacked in the Strait of Hormuz → Drone strikes on Bahrain → New threats against US forces Now connect the dots. Every new attack is getting a bigger response. This is NOT de-escalation. Both sides are climbing the escalation ladder one step at a time. And Trump just told everyone what could be waiting at the top. Now the worst part. Markets are closed. That means all of this risk will be priced at once when futures open. Oil will NOT simply pump. Oil could explode. Around 20% of global oil supply moves through the Strait of Hormuz. And the Strait is now becoming an active military zone between Iran and the US. That one fact changes everything. Higher oil means: → Inflation comes back → Fed rate cuts get priced out → Bond yields pump → Liquidity gets tighter → Stocks and crypto dump The entire market will reprice around oil. Gold should normally protect investors. But gold is already down 28% from its ATH after losing around $12 trillion in value. Crypto should normally act differently. But $MSTR is already down 81%. The institutional crypto trade is already getting destroyed. Now look at Trump’s final warning: “There may come a point when we are no longer able to be reasonable.” That sentence was posted publicly for a reason. The deal is NOT failing anymore. The deal is over. And what comes after a failed US Iran deal in the Strait of Hormuz is NOT another negotiation. It is war. Markets are NOT pricing that word now. But they will on Monday. I will keep you updated on every major development. When I rotate my money, I will post every move here so my followers can protect themselves. Follow and turn notifications on. Many will regret not doing it before Monday.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

The Alpha Takes What's His Michael sat in the... corner of their dimly lit living room like the worthless little worm he was. His hands trembled in his lap as he clutched the tiny cage locked around his shriveled dick. The chastity device had been Fiona's idea six months ago. "To remind you of your place, sweetie." And tonight it was biting into his skin harder than ever. Fiona, his gorgeous 42 year old wife, looked like pure sex incarnate. Tight black lace lingerie barely contained her heavy tits and thick ass. Her makeup was slutty and perfect. Long dark hair cascaded down her back. She was straddling Jason's lap on the couch. She ground slowly against the massive bulge in his jeans while smirking over her shoulder at her husband. "Look at him, Jason," Fiona purred. Her voice thick with lust. "My pathetic little cuck Michael. He's been begging me for weeks to let him watch a real man fuck me. Isn't that right, honey?" Michael swallowed hard. His face burned with shame. "Y yes, Fiona. Please." Jason laughed. A deep mocking chuckle as one big hand squeezed Fiona's ass hard enough to make her moan. He was everything Michael wasn't. Tall, ripped, tattooed, with a cock that made Fiona's eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. "Pathetic. Your wife has been texting me for months about how your tiny dick can't satisfy her anymore. Said she needs a real Alpha to stretch that married pussy." Fiona kissed Jason deeply. Tongues sliding. While she reached back and flipped Michael off. "Mmm, baby, his cock is so much bigger. I can already feel it throbbing against me. Michael, be a good boy and crawl over here. Take Jason's shoes off like the foot licking loser you are." Michael dropped to his hands and knees. He crawled across the carpet as his caged clit leaked uselessly. He unlaced Jason's boots. The smell of the Alpha's feet hit him like another layer of degradation. Fiona watched with a wicked grin. Her hand already stroking the huge outline of Jason's cock through his pants. "Good boy," she cooed mockingly. "Now watch how a man fucks your wife." Jason stood up. Towering over them both. He shoved Michael back into his chair with one hand. Then he ripped Fiona's lingerie down. Exposing her swollen, dripping pussy. "On your knees, slut. Show your cuck how you worship a superior cock." Fiona dropped eagerly. Yanking Jason's jeans down. His massive dick sprang free. Thick, veiny, at least nine inches and rock hard. Michael whimpered as Fiona moaned like a whore and immediately started sucking it. Sloppy and loud. Gagging herself on the length while drool ran down her chin. "Fuck, Jason. It is so much bigger than Michael's worthless nub. I love it." Michael could only stare. His own pathetic erection straining painfully against the cage as Jason face fucked his wife. Grabbing her hair and thrusting deep. "That's it, Fiona. Suck it like the cheating cumdump you are. Your husband could never make you this sloppy." After a few minutes of brutal throat fucking, Jason pulled her up and bent her over the couch right in front of Michael. Fiona's face was inches from her husband's. Eyes glazed with lust. "Kiss me while he ruins me, cuck." Michael leaned in. Tasting Jason's cock on her tongue as Jason slammed into Fiona from behind in one powerful thrust. She screamed into Michael's mouth. Pure pleasure. Jason pounded her mercilessly. His heavy balls slapping against her clit. The wet sounds of her soaked pussy filling the room. "Oh god. Yes. Fuck me harder, Jason. Michael's never made me cum like this." Fiona gasped between kisses. Her body shaking. Jason reached around and rubbed her clit. Making her squirt all over the couch while Michael watched helplessly. Tears of humiliation mixing with his pathetic arousal. "You're mine now, Fiona," Jason growled. Spanking her ass red. "This pussy belongs to me. Tell your cuck husband." "It is yours, Alpha. Michael's just my little clean up bitch from now on." She came again. Screaming. Her walls clenching around Jason's huge cock. Jason finally roared and unloaded deep inside her. Pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum into Fiona's married cunt. When he pulled out, a flood of his seed dripped from her wrecked hole onto the floor. "Clean her up, loser," Jason ordered. Shoving Michael's face between his wife's thighs. Michael dove in like the broken cuck he was. Licking and sucking Jason's thick load out of Fiona's pussy while she moaned and ground against his face. "Good boy. Swallow every drop of a real man's cum. This is your new life now." Fiona laughed breathlessly. Petting Michael's head as he ate the creampie. "Mmm, maybe next time we'll let Jason fuck my ass while you hold my hand, honey. Or invite his friends over. Would you like that, my little cuck?" Michael could only whimper "Yes, Fiona" with his mouth full of another man's cum. #taboo #milf #mommykink #cuckold #cuckshow more

🚨SOMETHING EXTREMELY BAD IS COMING THIS MONDAY!! Most people... are still completely UNPREPARED for what could happen next. The Iran conflict is now entering its most dangerous phase yet. Trump has already ordered strikes against Iran in the coming days, according to the WSJ. They will begin as early as this weekend. This will become one of the MOST aggressive bombing campaigns of the entire conflict. And Iran is not waiting. Tehran says it has already prepared a “comprehensive” response if the attacks begin. Read that again. The strikes may already be ordered. The targets may already be selected. And Iran’s retaliation may already be prepared. Now connect the dots: → Trump orders strikes on Iran → U.S. and Israel target energy infrastructure → Iran launches a major retaliation → Gulf oil facilities and U.S. bases come under threat → The Strait of Hormuz becomes the center of the war This is no longer another temporary escalation. This is the setup for a direct U.S.-Iran war. And once the first strike happens, the retaliation loop could become impossible to stop: → Iranian energy facilities are destroyed → Iran attacks U.S., Israeli, or Gulf targets → Oil infrastructure across the region comes under fire → The U.S. launches an even larger response → The entire Middle East moves closer to full-scale war The Strait of Hormuz is already unstable. Saudi vessels have already been attacked. The Red Sea and Bab el-Mandeb are becoming active military zones again. Now Iran’s energy infrastructure could be hit directly. That puts the world’s most important oil routes at risk at the exact same time. But here is the part almost nobody understands. Iran is not promising a symbolic response. It is preparing a comprehensive one. That could mean attacks on: → U.S. military bases → Israeli cities and infrastructure → Saudi and Gulf oil facilities → Commercial tankers → The Strait of Hormuz One successful strike on a major oil facility could send markets into complete panic. And one closure of the Strait of Hormuz could change the global economy overnight. Markets are still acting like this is another headline that will disappear in 24 hours. They may not understand what is happening until oil is exploding and risk assets are already collapsing. Follow and turn notifications on. I’ll post the warning BEFORE the market realizes how serious this is.show more

🚨NYC's Nightmarish Spiral: Human Remains and Dismemberments Plague the... City New York City has turned into a scene from a horror movie, as a chilling wave of discoveries has left residents in a state of terror. The latest nightmare unfolded near the Brooklyn Bridge, where skeletal remains were found, marking the fifth such macabre discovery in a sinister span of months. The city's dark underbelly was further exposed when a headless body mysteriously washed up on a Queens beach near Howard Beach, in a case that stands eerily apart from the others. But the horror didn't stop there. In the Bronx, the city was shaken by the gruesome find of dismembered body parts at an environmental facility, one part chillingly suggesting it could be from a child. These aren't just crimes; they're a haunting tapestry of fear stitched into the fabric of New York. Each discovery peels back another layer of the city's darkest secrets, leaving citizens to wonder who might be next, or what sinister force is at play. The NYPD, now racing against time and terror, is piecing together clues in what feels like a macabre puzzle without end. As night falls, the city's shadows grow longer and darker, whispering tales of horror that no one dares to fully acknowledge. New York City, once a beacon of dreams, now pulses with the fear of the unknown, where every corner could hide the next chapter of this ghastly saga. By Leeroy Johnson For licensing email [email protected] ( video below is not of the crime scene)show more

"This was filmed three weeks ago at Cedarwood Animal... Rescue in Richmond, Virginia. The adult dog lying in the corner is Hazel. She's approximately three years old, a Beagle mix with a soft tricolor coat and quiet, gentle eyes. Hazel came to Cedarwood six weeks ago a stray pickup, clearly a nursing mother, brought in without her puppies. Staff searched the area where she'd been found for three days. Nothing. Hazel settled into the shelter the way a dog does when it doesn't have a choice. She ate. She accepted affection. But staff noted she was consistently subdued - not depressed in a clinical sense, just carrying something. She'd often lie with her nose pressed to the base of the kennel door. Shelter director Fran said: "We see it sometimes with mothers who come in separated. There's a quality to how they hold themselves that's different from other surrenders. Hazel was looking for something constantly." Two weeks after Hazel arrived, a family in the same neighborhood where she'd been found contacted Cedarwood. They'd discovered two small puppies in their garage clearly newborns, eyes still closed when found. The family had bottle-fed them for two weeks and brought them in once they were stable enough to be moved. The vet examined all three. The DNA profile and the puppies' age were consistent. These were Hazel's. Volunteer Theresa carried the puppies in a small transport crate into Hazel's kennel room on a Thursday morning. The footage shows Hazel lying in the corner, head down, the way she always rested. Theresa set the crate on the floor and opened the door. The two puppies - round and clumsy, about five weeks old tumbled out and wobbled toward the center of the room. Hazel's head came up. She was on her feet before the puppies had taken three steps. She crossed the kennel and pressed her nose to both of them, one then the other, then began licking them with the focused urgency of a mother accounting for every inch of her children. Her tail was going so fast it seemed to move her whole back end. The puppies pushed back into her. Hazel circled them, licking and pressing and circling again. Theresa stood at the kennel door and cried. Fran told us: "We've been doing this for eleven years. Reuniting a mother with her puppies after separation is one of the things that never gets routine. Hazel had been carrying that loss quietly for two weeks. The moment those puppies were on the ground, something in her just unlocked." All three were placed together in a foster home the following week. They'll be listed for adoption once the puppies are old enough - as a group, Fran said firmly. "They're not being separated again." Some things that go missing find their way back. And when they do, the relief is written all over a body that was never fully at rest without themshow 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

Roscoe had been waiting beside that front door every... afternoon for almost nine years. He knew the sound of Frank Miller’s mail truck, the squeak of its brakes, and the two quick taps Frank always gave the brass mailbox before walking up the porch. Frank never hurried past the house, even on busy days. He would hand over the mail, scratch the boxer under the chin, and pull a broken dog biscuit from his jacket pocket. Roscoe usually heard him before anyone inside did. Then Frank’s route changed without warning. For the first few days, Roscoe still ran to the porch when another truck turned onto the street. He would sit up straight, watch the sidewalk, and wait for the familiar man in the faded blue cap. When someone else came up the path, his tail would slow and he would look past them toward the road. The new carrier, Teresa, had worked with Frank for years. She knew about the illness that had taken him off the route, and she knew he had died before getting the chance to say goodbye to many of the people he saw every week. She also knew about Roscoe. Frank had talked about the boxer at the little white house more than once. He called him his most dependable customer because Roscoe was waiting in every kind of weather, even when the mailbox was empty. Weeks passed, but the routine at the house never changed. Roscoe still took his place near the door each afternoon, and Teresa started noticing that he never watched her hands or the mail. His attention stayed on the street behind her. One day, she stopped before reaching the porch. Roscoe had been looking back through the glass door, but the sound of her steps made him turn quickly. Teresa walked closer and asked, “You were waiting for Frank again, weren’t you?” Roscoe stood and came toward her slowly. When she lowered herself beside him, he leaned his gray muzzle against her shoulder and stayed there. “I know, sweetheart,” she whispered as she rubbed his neck. “I miss him too.” After that, Roscoe still watched the road, but he also began meeting Teresa halfway down the porch. She never tried to replace Frank, and maybe that was why the dog eventually made room for her. Do you think Roscoe understood why Frank stopped coming, or was he still waiting for those same footsteps?show more

The scream came from halfway down the block, sharp... enough to stop Daniel in his tracks before he reached the next mailbox. Daniel had worked this route for years, long enough to know the rhythm of the street and the families who lived on it. Most afternoons passed quietly, with doors opening, dogs barking, and the soft thud of mail sliding through slots. That routine broke the moment a small girl ran out of the house barefoot, tears streaking down her face as she rushed straight toward him. Her arms wrapped around his waist without warning. "He's breaking things," she cried, her voice shaking so hard the words barely came out. Daniel dropped his mailbag and sat down on the front steps, pulling her close so her head rested against his chest. His voice stayed low and steady while his heart raced. "Hey, you're safe right now," he said. "I've got you." Before Daniel could reach for his phone, sirens cut through the street. A neighbor had already called for help after hearing the shouting and the crash from inside the house. Police cars pulled up moments later, and officers moved quickly toward the front door. Daniel stayed where he was, one arm wrapped firmly around the girl while he talked to her about anything that wasn't the house behind them. A few minutes later, officers led her father out in handcuffs and placed him into a patrol car. The noise was gone, but the fear hadn't left her body yet. She held on tighter when an officer walked over and crouched beside them, her fingers pressing into Daniel's jacket as if letting go still felt impossible. "She all right?" the officer asked gently. Daniel looked down at her before answering. "She's just shaking," he said. "We'll sit here for a minute." The officer nodded, understanding the unspoken need for time, and turned back toward the house to speak with her mother. Later, Daniel would learn the truth from the officers. This wasn't the first time. The fear had been building for months, and the silence had lasted far too long. At that moment, none of that mattered. Daniel wasn't a mail carrier anymore. He was simply the calm place she found when everything else felt loud and unsafe, the steady presence she could hold onto until her world stopped spinning.show more

Fiona had always been the perfect wife for Michael.... At 28 she had a body that turned heads everywhere they went. Her full DD breasts strained against every top she wore her ass was round and firm from years of yoga and her long auburn hair cascaded down her back like silk. Michael loved her more than anything but he knew deep down he couldn't satisfy her the way she needed. His cock was average at best and he finished too quickly every single time they had sex. That all changed the night they met Jason at a downtown bar in Columbus. Jason was everything Michael wasn't. Tall muscular with broad shoulders and a confident swagger that made women wet just from looking at him. He was 32 with a chiseled jaw dark hair and piercing blue eyes. When he shook Michaels hand his grip was firm and dominant. When his eyes landed on Fiona she bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together instinctively. They started chatting and Jason wasted no time flirting hard with Fiona right in front of Michael. "Damn baby you look like you need a real man to handle you" he said with a smirk. Michael sat there awkwardly sipping his drink but his cock twitched in his pants. He had fantasized about this exact scenario for years. Being cucked by a superior alpha. Later that night back at their apartment Fiona couldn't stop talking about Jason. "He was so fucking hot Michael. Did you see his arms? And the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me." Michael stroked his small cock while she described it getting harder than he had in months. "You want him don't you?" he whispered. Fiona nodded biting her lip. "I need him baby. I need a real cock." The next evening Jason came over. He walked in like he owned the place kissing Fiona deeply right in front of Michael. His big hands grabbed her ass squeezing it possessively while Michael watched from the couch. "Your wife is mine tonight cuck" Jason said with a cocky grin. Michael nodded his face flushed with shame and arousal. Jason didn't waste time. He pulled Fiona into their bedroom and stripped her down revealing her perfect naked body. Her nipples were already hard and her shaved pussy was glistening with wetness. Michael followed and sat in the chair in the corner as instructed. Jason pulled out his massive cock. It was at least 9 inches thick and veiny with a fat head that made Fiona gasp. "Oh my god its so much bigger than yours Michael" she moaned dropping to her knees. She worshipped Jason's alpha cock like a slut in heat. Licking every inch sucking his heavy balls and trying to deepthroat as much as she could. Jason groaned grabbing her hair and fucking her face roughly. "That's it baby suck that big dick while your husband watches." Michael stroked his pathetic cock slowly leaking precum as he witnessed his wife choke on a superior mans meat. Fiona looked over at him with lust filled eyes. "Look how hard he makes me baby. This is what a real man feels like." Jason threw her on the bed and spread her legs wide. He teased her dripping pussy with his huge cockhead before slamming in balls deep in one thrust. Fiona screamed in pleasure her back arching off the mattress. "Fuck yes Jason! Stretch me out! Your cock is so deep!" He pounded her hard and fast his heavy balls slapping against her ass. The sound of wet skin on skin filled the room mixed with her loud moans. Michael couldn't believe how different she looked. Her face was contorted in ecstasy in a way he had never seen. Her tits bounced wildly with every powerful thrust. Jason flipped her over and took her doggy style grabbing her hips and railing her mercilessly. "Tell your husband how much better I am" he growled. "Fuck Michael his cock is ruining me! I can feel him in my stomach! I'm going to cum so hard on his alpha dick!" Fiona cried out. Her body shook as she had the first of many orgasms squirting all over Jason's cock and soaking the sheets. Jason didn't stop. He fucked her in every position missionary with her legs over his shoulders cowgirl where she rode him like a whore grinding her clit against his base and even standing up holding her against the wall. Michael watched every second his own small dick throbbing but he wasn't allowed to cum yet. After nearly an hour Jason finally roared and buried himself deep. "I'm going to fill your wife up cuck." Fiona begged for it wrapping her legs around him. "Cum inside me Jason! Breed my married pussy!" Hot thick ropes of superior cum flooded her womb as she came again screaming his name. When Jason pulled out a river of his cum poured from Fiona's stretched hole. She looked completely fucked out and satisfied. She crawled over to Michael and kissed him deeply letting him taste Jason on her tongue. "Thank you for this baby. I needed a real alpha." But they weren't done. Jason stayed the whole night. He fucked Fiona two more times while Michael cleaned her up with his tongue after each load. The taste of another mans cum mixed with his wife's juices drove Michael wild. In the morning Jason made Fiona suck him off one last time before he left leaving her with a fresh facial. From that day on Jason became a regular. Michael embraced his role as the devoted cuck. He would prepare Fiona for her dates picking out slutty outfits and even driving her to Jason's place sometimes. He loved hearing the details afterward or better yet watching as Jason claimed his wife again and again. Fiona was happier than ever. Her body glowed from the regular alpha fucking and she fell more in love with Michael for giving her this gift. Michael found his pleasure in the humiliation and the intense love for his hotwife. #CuckoldStory #HotwifeLife #AlphaBull #EroticFiction #SpicyStory #CuckoldCouple #FionaAndJason #NSFWTwitter #Erotica #CheatingWifeFantasyshow more

This work makes a humanoid robot do simple parkour... moves by looking with a depth camera and choosing the right move on the fly. The big deal is that it turns lots of small human moves into long, real-time robot behavior, without hand-coding every transition or retraining for each new course. A humanoid robot is usually good at steady walking, but it often fails when it has to do fast moves like jumping up, vaulting, or rolling, and then keep going to the next obstacle. The hard part is that you cannot easily collect training data for every possible obstacle shape, distance, and mistake, so robots end up learning a few moves that only work in a narrow setup. This work starts from short clips of real human parkour moves, like stepping over, vaulting, climbing, and rolling. It uses motion matching, which is basically a smart “pick the next clip that fits best right now” search, to stitch those short clips into a long, smooth plan that looks like a human doing a whole course. Then it trains a controller with reinforcement learning (RL), which means the robot learns by trial and error to copy that plan while staying balanced and not falling. After training separate expert controllers for different moves, it compresses them into 1 controller that uses only onboard depth sensing and a simple “go this fast in this direction” command. In real tests on a Unitree G1 humanoid, it can clear multiple obstacles in a row, adapt when obstacles get moved, and climb a wall up to 1.25m.show more

A FULL ANIME FIGHT SCENE GENERATED WITH AI. AND... THE PROMPT IS PUBLIC. Higgsfield just open-sourced its Originals: their flagship in-house productions are now fully transparent. For every video you can see: → the full prompt → every reference (image and audio) → the exact generation settings: model, quality, resolution This clip has a creature transformation, two-character fight choreography, slow motion, even pink blood to dodge the gore. All described in a single prompt you can copy, reproduce or remix as is. Full prompt: "Girll with blue hair and guy with black hair enters empty classroom at dusk, red-orange sky bleeding through tall windows, desks and chairs overturned and scattered with loose papers on the floor; the black-bob girl in a white sailor uniform with blue collar sits collapsed against the wall beneath the blackboard, knees drawn up, sweat soaking her bangs, shoulders convulsing in short spasms, one hand pressed to her stomach, breath ragged and wet. Blue-haired girl in a navy school blazer and pleated skirt enters first through the sliding door, kusarigama scythe held low at her side, blade catching the red window-light; black-haired boy in an open-collar white shirt and loosened tie follows a beat behind, war hammer resting on his shoulder, smirk fading as he sees the sick girl. Camera pushes in low and fast toward the collapsed girl, handheld micro-shake, then whip-pans to the two arrivals freezing in the doorway. The sick girl's spine arches unnaturally, a wet tearing sound as her skin splits along the shoulder blades, bone spurs punching outward, extra eyelids blistering open across her collarbone and cheeks — camera holds in a static wide as the transformation escalates, cutting to tight inserts of individual eyes opening one by one along her growing arms, her school uniform shredding as the body doubles then triples in mass, clawed feet cracking the floorboards, her head deforming into a horned, skull-white cranium ringed with curved fangs, one massive central eye where her face used to be, remnants of the blue collar-ribbon still hanging from a warped throat. She rises to full monster height, towering over the desks, guttural roar rattling the windows. Blue-haired girl plants her feet and swings the scythe up into guard as the boy drops the hammer off his shoulder into a two-handed grip; camera does a fast 180-degree orbit around both of them as they charge. Dutch-angle low shot as the boy closes distance first, hammer swinging in a wide horizontal arc into the monster's leg — impact throws him sideways through a row of desks, wood splintering, into the side wall, plaster cracking around his body, hard cut to his grunt and a slow recovery push off the wall. Blue-haired girl vaults over the wreckage, scythe trailing a whip of motion blur, camera speed-ramping into slow motion as the curved blade connects across the monster's forearm — hot pink ichor sprays in thick arcing ribbons instead of red blood, droplets suspended mid-air in the slowed frame, blade sound a wet metallic tear. Monster backhands her mid-recovery, camera whip-pans to follow her body slamming into the blackboard, chalk dust exploding outward, board cracking down the middle. Rapid cross-cutting: low hero-angle on the boy re-entering with a rising hammer strike into the monster's exposed ribcage-like plating, close slow-mo insert on the point of impact as bone-white shards and pink fluid burst outward; over-the-shoulder shot from the monster's height looking down as both fighters flank it from opposite sides. Girl's scythe hooks into the monster's shoulder joint, camera locked tight on her straining grip and gritted teeth as she wrenches it downward, boy's hammer following through into the same joint a half-second later — impact sound layered, thick and final, monster's roar breaking into a low collapsing groan as its mass folds inward and it drops to its knees then face-first into the floor in a slow, weighty fall, camera pulling back and up into a wide static shot of the wrecked classroom settling into stillness. Both fighters stand over the fallen mass, weapons lowering, chests heaving, camera slowly circling them at floor level; blue-haired girl wipes pink fluid off her cheek with the back of her wrist and starts laughing between breaths, boy lets the hammer head drop to the floor with a thud and laughs too, leaning against a desk, both grinning, exhausted, shoulder-checking each other, red dusk light still pouring through the cracked windows. Ambient sound throughout: creaking wood, scattering papers, cracking plaster, wet impact foley, labored breathing, the monster's guttural vocalizations, ending on genuine breathless laughter. Render risk: full-body transformation sequence may render as a static morph or skip frames — fallback to hard-cutting between three discrete transformation stages rather than one continuous morph if the engine smooths it into mush. Risk: pink blood may drift toward red under default color grading — reinforce with explicit magenta-pink hue callouts at each blood beat. Risk: multi-character wide fight choreography may merge the two fighters' silhouettes in wide shots — favor alternating single-subject framing over simultaneous two-shot action if clarity fails." Made with Seedance 2.0 on Higgsfield AI Full open-sourced prompts & assets below👇show more

For two years I have been living in a... kind of parallel universe called GME.Every single day, every week, every month I have read everything. Every filing, every tweet, every SEC filing, every forum post, every leak. I stared at the charts until my eyes hurt. And over and over the same certainty kept rising: The shorts never closed. Never. They only found new tricks, new derivatives, new lies, new media campaigns but the position? It is still sitting there. Like an elephant in the room that everyone pretends is just a piece of furniture.I was never wrong.I was just damn early.For two years I watched people call me a Hopium Junkie, friends rolling their eyes, family asking if I didn’t want to give up eventually. Two years in which the price sometimes dropped so low that even I doubted for a moment not the thesis, but only whether I could still endure it all. But deep down I knew: I am not wrong. I am simply the guy who saw the first cracks in the wall years before the earthquake even started.And now?Now the GameStop business has turned 180 degrees.The company that was once mocked as a dying dinosaur has reinvented itself. Cash flow positive, debt gone, new strategy, new leadership, new vision. No more desperate “we are trying to survive somehow” but a clear “we are building something here that none of you saw coming.” The revenue numbers, the balance sheet, all the moves everything suddenly screams: They didn’t just survive. They have transformed.And as if that weren’t enough, Michael Burry is back in the game too. The man from The Big Short, who was already in GME early, is buying again. He is long and adding. Burry trusts Ryan Cohen to become the next Warren Buffett. He sees in him a young, driven CEO with the right mindset who can create something truly special.GameStop is sitting on almost 9 billion dollars in cash and marketable securities. And Ryan Cohen is planning something big, something that has never happened before in financial history. He talks about a transformational acquisition in the consumer or retail world, about brutally efficient execution, about a model similar to Berkshire Hathaway but much faster. A deal that could take the company from a 10 billion market cap to something worth a hundred billion or more.And I sit here, after two years, with this feeling in my chest that I can barely put into is not satisfaction. Not yet. It is this deep, quiet “I told you so” mixed with an incredible calm. Because I know the big moment is still coming. The shorts are still there. The bill is still open. And this time the company is no longer the old GameStop that they almost tore apart in 2021.This time it is a completely different beast.And me? I am still here. Not because I am stubborn.But because I was right from the very beginning.Only time has finally caught up.While others who have been in this for five years or more never gave up. They held through every dip, every FUD wave, every moment of doubt, and they are still standing right beside me. True diamond hands. Their patience and conviction have been unbreakable, and now we are all watching the same story unfold together. $GME 🏴‍☠️🐇🍦🐸🍻 741676935420show more

Molly wasn't supposed to be the one who reached... Daisy. Her mother had only brought her to the shelter for a short visit, thinking they'd walk through, meet a few dogs, and leave a little while later. Down one of the quieter kennel rows, the large bulldog stood pressed into the back corner of her enclosure. Daisy looked strong from a distance, but nothing about her posture felt confident. Her head stayed low, her eyes fixed forward, and her paws were planted like the floor was the only thing holding her together. A raised bed sat off to one side, untouched. Shelter staff had already explained that Daisy had been struggling since arriving there. She wasn't aggressive, and she wasn't loud. Fear had settled into her so deeply that she no longer seemed to believe much good could come from anyone stepping through that doorway. Most visitors took one look and kept moving. Molly didn't. She lowered herself to the floor outside the kennel entrance and stayed there without making a fuss. Her small pink cardigan bunched at the elbows as she leaned forward, watching Daisy with the kind of patience children sometimes have when adults have already decided a moment is over. No treat was in her hand. No toy was offered. She only stretched out her arm slowly, palm up, and gave Daisy space to choose. Then her voice came. "Come on," she said softly. "It's okay."Nothing happened at first. Daisy stayed where she was, tight against the wall, carrying that familiar look animals get when life has taught them to expect the worst before anything else. Molly didn't pull her hand back. Another quiet second passed before Daisy shifted her weight. One paw moved forward, then stopped. Her face stayed tense, and her eyes never left the little girl sitting outside the kennel. Molly kept speaking in the same gentle voice, barely above a whisper. There was no excitement in her tone, no pressure, no rush for something emotional to happen on cue. She sounded like a child speaking to someone who seemed lonely. That was enough to change the room. Daisy took another step, then another, leaving the corner one slow movement at a time. Her body still looked cautious, but the distance between them kept shrinking until her nose was finally close enough to reach Molly's hand. Molly smiled and leaned in carefully. A second later, her arms were around Daisy's neck. Daisy didn't pull away. She stood there and accepted the embrace, pressing her heavy body close as if the decision had cost her something and comfort had finally answered back. People talk a lot about rescuing dogs, yet moments like this make it feel more honest to say that trust often has to be rescued first. Daisy walked into that day carrying all the weight of whatever had happened before. By the time Molly held her, the fear still hadn't disappeared completely. She just wasn't carrying it alone anymore.show more

Ok, that's amazing. 🦄 A side by side three.js... comparison - with GitMCP and without. GitMCP's story originally started from a tweet by Three.js about their large, non-LLM-digestable, documentation file. Ido Salomon and I ended up creating a cool generic documentation MCP server, but we didn't forget threejs and mrdoob. So we put it to the test. Using GitMCP, I gave this prompt to Cursor + Claude 3.7: "Build a Three.js scene featuring a controllable realistic person navigating a textured dynamic urban environment with realistic lighting and subtle bloom effects. Ensure keyboard controls (WASD) for movement." This is the result. To the right is the one-shot result with our MCP server. To the left is the result without it, based just on Cursor's limited knowledge. The video is pretty conclusive. 🤯 It's really amazing since Cursor already knows a lot about three.js, but with our dedicated documentation MCP server it just outputs better results. And for all other libraries out there - that are not included in Cursor - this is a total game changer. A huge shout out to Cloudflare Developers and Anni Wang, who worked with us yesterday to quickly insert new capabilities in their AutoRAG feature (that enables indexing large amount of documentation) according to our specific needs, and to troubleshoot issues. It was very helpful. Knowledge is power, and that applies for every coding assitant. And not just for three.js! Check out GitMCP for any library you're using - link in the next comment.show more

🚨 WARNING: SOMETHING TERRIBLE WILL HAPPEN TOMORROW!! Iran has... just violated the ceasefire and launched a new attack on oil tankers. The U.S. military is now preparing 1000 missiles to strike Iran in response. It's going to be an absolute BLOODBATH when markets open tomorrow: The U.S. has given Iran 24 hours to: 1⃣ Stop attacking commercial shipping 2⃣ Keep the Strait of Hormuz open 3⃣ Allow vessels to pass without tolls 4⃣ Guarantee safe passage through the region Now connect the dots. → Tankers were attacked. → The U.S. carried out two rounds of strikes. → Iran retaliated against U.S. and Gulf targets. → Trump declared the ceasefire OVER. → 24-hour ultimatum was set. But geopolitics is only part of the story. Fed rate cuts are off the table. Interest rates will remain higher for longer. China and Japan are dumping U.S. Treasury holdings. Japan is actively supporting the yen. Bond market volatility is accelerating. Funds are reducing equity exposure. The AI-driven rally is losing momentum. Liquidity is tightening across global markets. This is NOT de-escalation. This is geopolitical risk, tightening liquidity, and weakening risk appetite colliding at the same time. Iran now has two choices: 1⃣ Accept the U.S. demands 2⃣ Face a much larger wave of strikes Markets are not fully pricing in what comes next. When markets open on Monday, this will not be "just another dip." Stocks, metals, Bitcoin, and crypto will all come under serious pressure. Reminder: I've called every major stock market dump since 2021 and the $126K Bitcoin top in 2025. The next call will be posted here first. Follow and turn notifications on. If you still haven't followed me, you'll regret it.show more

Seedance 2.0 on Hailuo AI (MiniMax) ===================== Prompt: Style:... Photorealistic behind-the-scenes smartphone vlog footage. Faux vertical smartphone footage naturally cropped into 16:9. Authentic handheld phone aesthetic. No cinematic color grading, no HDR look, no 3D render, no game engine, no beauty filters. Feels like genuine behind-the-scenes content uploaded by a Korean idol. Lighting: Bright summer afternoon sunlight through large apartment windows gradually transitions into warm evening apartment lighting. Natural exposure fluctuations and auto white balance typical of smartphone cameras. Color: Neutral consumer smartphone color science with slightly soft contrast, mild highlight clipping near windows and natural indoor color shifts. Camera: Simulated smartphone camera filmed by another female idol member. Gentle handheld movement, natural walking motion, subtle autofocus breathing, slight rolling shutter during quick pans, occasional imperfect framing, brief focus hunting and realistic phone compression. Camera behaves like a friend casually filming, never professionally stabilized. Skin: Extremely realistic skin texture with visible pores and natural imperfections. Light everyday makeup. No skin smoothing. Acting: Gentle, elegant and soft-spoken. She smiles modestly, speaks calmly, occasionally becomes slightly shy after noticing the camera, and naturally thanks the person filming. Her personality is graceful, feminine, polite and slightly reserved. She rarely laughs loudly, instead showing warm smiles, subtle amusement and delicate facial expressions. Every movement feels refined, relaxed and effortless. Physics: Hair, clothing, towels, food, steam, water droplets and household objects all move naturally with realistic weight and momentum. Composition: Casual smartphone framing with occasional imperfect composition and spontaneous reframing. Feels like authentic dorm footage rather than planned content. Continuity: Maintain the exact same face, platinum blonde long straight hair with bangs, body proportions and identity from the reference image throughout every scene. No identity drift. Technical: Authentic 24–30fps smartphone video look with subtle compression artifacts. Final output 16:9. Audio: Natural apartment ambience only. Air conditioner humming, distant Seoul traffic, birds outside the window, cooking sounds, boiling water, frying food, dishes, footsteps, running water, toothbrush brushing, hair dryer, refrigerator hum and soft room ambience. No background music. No subtitles. Overall Mood: Warm, peaceful, elegant and comforting. Similar to a quiet behind-the-scenes dorm vlog uploaded by a Korean idol. Everything feels sincere, calming and intimate without trying to be entertaining. Character: A fictional Korean female idol in her early 20s. Long platinum blonde hair with straight bangs. Fair skin. Soft cat-like eyes. Slim figure. Graceful and feminine. She is known for her gentle personality, polite manners and calm speaking voice. She has just returned to the dorm after school and a schedule and quietly spends the rest of her summer evening. Wardrobe Continuity: CUT 1 She arrives wearing the exact sailor-style school uniform from the reference image, including the cream knit vest, blue sailor collar, blue pleated skirt, white socks and black loafers. CUT 2 She changes into an oversized white graphic T-shirt and loose black athletic shorts while cooking. CUT 3 She now wears a soft pastel blue sleeveless lounge top with white lounge shorts while eating dinner. CUT 4 The same lounge outfit while brushing her teeth. CUT 5 After washing her face she changes into luxurious white silk short pajamas featuring elegant gold piping along the collar, cuffs, chest pocket and shorts hem. The pajama set consists of a relaxed short-sleeve button-up shirt with matching silk shorts. Her hair is loosely tied back while doing skincare. CUT 6 Fresh after showering, still wearing the same white silk pajamas with gold piping. Her hair is slightly damp with a white towel resting around her neck while drying it. CUT 7 Relaxing on the sofa wearing the elegant white silk pajamas while hugging a plush toy and drinking iced tea. CUT 8 Before bed she lets her hair down naturally, waves softly toward the camera while wearing the elegant white silk pajamas, turns off the bedroom light and closes the door. Scene: A beautiful modern luxury Korean idol dorm apartment during a peaceful summer afternoon and evening. Cozy, bright and elegant interior with tasteful furniture, skincare products, plush toys, snacks, fresh flowers, books and neatly organized living spaces. CUT 1 — Coming Home Continuous handheld shot. She unlocks the front door, quietly enters the dorm wearing the school uniform from the reference image, removes her loafers neatly, places her school bag beside the entrance, smiles softly toward the camera and bows her head slightly. Dialogue: "다녀왔어요." CUT 2 — Cooking The camera follows her into the kitchen. She washes vegetables, prepares simple Korean home cooking, fries eggs, boils ramen, tastes the soup with a spoon and smiles gently. Dialogue: "오늘 많이 배고프네요." A female member is heard faintly from another room. Female Voice: "언니~" She smiles softly. "왜?" CUT 3 — Dinner She sits quietly at the dining table. Before eating, she gently places her hands together. Dialogue: "잘 먹겠습니다." She enjoys the meal peacefully while occasionally smiling toward the camera. CUT 4 — Brushing Teeth Bathroom mirror shot. She brushes her teeth slowly before smiling shyly after making accidental eye contact with the camera. Dialogue: "이제 양치해야지." CUT 5 — Skincare Now wearing elegant white silk pajamas with gold piping. She carefully applies toner, serum and moisturizer while calmly speaking to the camera. Dialogue: "오늘 피부가 조금 좋아 보이는 것 같아요." CUT 6 — After Shower She walks out of the bathroom with slightly damp hair and a towel resting around her neck. She quietly dries her hair while looking out the apartment window at the summer sunset. Dialogue: "샤워하니까 정말 개운해." CUT 7 — Relaxing She sits comfortably on the sofa hugging a plush toy while sipping iced tea and slowly scrolling through her phone. A female member speaks softly from another room. Female Voice: "영화 볼래?" She smiles warmly. "좋아요." CUT 8 — Good Night Late evening. She walks into her bedroom carrying her phone charger and plush toy. She turns around one last time, smiles gently at the camera and gives a small wave. Dialogue: "오늘도 함께해줘서 정말 고마워요. 좋은 꿈 꾸세요." She switches off the bedroom light. The bedroom door slowly closes while the handheld camera quietly remains outside for another second before the recording naturally ends.show more

No lube, no protection, all night, all day, from... the RPD locker room floor to the precinct toilet stall, from the mayor’s dining table during a zombie outbreak briefing to the safehouse bedroom with flickering emergency lights, he can rail me before the next chainsaw swing, logarithmic decay of my sanity the longer he stares with those sad blue eyes, while I gasp for air clutching his tactical vest, scream his government name like it’s a safeword, see the literal light of a flashbang going off behind my eyelids, missionary so I can watch every expression on that unfairly handsome face, I wanna ride him like he rides that jet ski in RE4, doggy over the antique desk in Salazar’s throne room, sideways squeezed between two pillars in the castle library, upside down hanging from a chandelier because why the fuck not, in the bed of the merchant’s hideout, on the couch in the village chief’s manor, being carried bridal-style against a castle wall while he whispers “Stay with me,” outside in the rain-soaked hedge maze, on a government plane mid-flight turbulence, in the backseat of an armored SUV during exfil, on a motorcycle tearing through rural Spain, in the bed of a pickup truck he hotwired, on a trampoline in some cursed village backyard, inside an inflatable bounce house, in the pool at the island facility while Plagas parasites watch, bent over the lab table where they were experimenting on him, in the basement of the police station surrounded by zombies, against the one-way mirror during an interrogation, have the most toe-curling, back-arching, leg-shaking, fist-clenching, ear-ringing, mouth-drooling, ass-clenching, nose-sniffling, eye-watering, eye-rolling, hip-thrusting, earthquaking, sheet-gripping, knuckles-cracking, jaw-dropping, hair-pulling, teeth-chattering, mind-boggling, soul-snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan-inducing, heart-wrenching, spine-tingling, back-breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip-biting, gravity-defying, nail-biting, sweaty, feet-kicking, mind-blowing, body-shivering, orgasmic, bone-rattling, world-ending, black-hole-creating, universe-destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body-numbing, bark-worthy, can’t-walk-straight, head-nodding, soul-evaporating, volcano-erupting, sweat-rolling-down-his-abs, voice-cracking, trembling, sheets-soaked-in-more-than-sweat, hair-drenched, flabbergasting, lip-locking-while-he-reloads, skin-peeling-from-how-hot-he-is, nail-scratching-down-his-back-leaving-red-lines-through-the-jacket, back-cuts-from-trying-to-climb-him-like-a-tree, spectacular, brain-cell-dissolving, hair-ripping, show-stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth-foaming, heavenly, soul-awakening, Leon could put a literal Plagas parasite, a nuclear warhead, the entire Los Illuminados cult, AND his infinite knife inventory inside me and I’d still beg him to reload and go again.show more