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Every Scar Turned To Strength 💪 I Survived Everything They Threw 😤 Silence Was Never An Option ❌ If They Ever Violated #FUKEM Let They Momma Love Em 🖕 “Fuk Em” Official Music Video Out Now 🦅 #BreadWinnerAlumni #TheAmilioTour #KevinGates #LucaBrasi4

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"He told them he'd be back by dinner. That was 14 months ago." Every single evening, Max and Buddy walk to that back door at exactly 5:47pm. They don't know what a deployment is. They don't understand overseas. They just know his smell is fading from his old jacket on the hook. And they keep waiting anyway. My brother asked me to look after them "just for a few months." I didn't know I'd fall in love with two dogs who taught me more about loyalty than any person ever has. If you've ever loved an animal who waited for someone — you know this feeling in your chest right now. Drop a ❤️ if Max and Buddy deserve to see their dad come home soon.
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Crazy Moments

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Obviously this guy is just grasping at straws in a feeble attempt to defend #AI (as if he cares about people), but it does remind me of something important… Me and every director I knew made every effort possible to get to know our outsourcing studio animators (they were people… humans… artists… not an algorithm). I would say stuff like, “This scene’s got a fire monster… I’ll bet you have someone there who loves drawing fire, right?” and I’d hear them laugh and say (through the translator) “We’ve got three… we’ll let them fight over it!” They weren’t faceless drones… they were part of the team to me. Moreover, I was taught that the best way to ensure that they weren’t overworked was by making sure that everything we ever sent was clear, detailed and easy to understand. There were lots of “They’ll fix it in Korea” directors. We referred to them as “hacks.” And we shunned them. Because we cared.
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"I was worried that my grandma was left alone after my grandpa passed. The house had grown unbearably quiet… the kind of quiet that lingers in every corner of a small Ohio kitchen. No footsteps. No voice calling from the other room. Just silence… and memories. So I made a decision that came straight from the heart. I brought home a Presa Canario. Big. Strong. The kind of dog people assume is intimidating before they even get close. But when he walked into that kitchen… everything changed. My grandma turned, looked at him… and for a moment, she just stood there. Then she smiled. A real smile. The kind I hadn’t seen in a long time. She reached out slowly… rested her hand on his broad head… And softly said, “Buddy.” That’s what she used to call my grandfather. Back when love was young… and life felt like it would last forever. From that moment on— They were never apart. He stands beside her while she does the dishes… just like this. Not restless. Not demanding. Just… present. Every morning, he walks at her pace. Slow. Careful. Matching her steps like he understands she needs that. Every evening, he stays close—watching, protecting, not out of duty… but out of love. That’s the thing about Presa Canarios… People see their size. Their strength. But they don’t always see their heart. Because when they bond… they don’t just stay near you— They *become* your shadow. The house isn’t quiet anymore. Now it’s filled with soft footsteps… gentle breathing… and a kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty anymore. It feels shared. Sometimes healing doesn’t come from words. Sometimes it doesn’t come from time. Sometimes… It comes with four legs, a loyal heart… and a name that brings love back to life.
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But really. This is overwhelming. I can’t imagine what that must feel like. 50k is no small number. And that’s from one city. I completely understand yoongi crying back then bc of how big bts was getting. This type of pressure could crush anyone if they didn’t have the right support system. And we have seen this happen with a lot of artists. Just collapsing under the pressures of their fame and global reach. It’s what’s makes bts stand out I think. It’s the way they’re constantly and acutely aware of their impact. Humility runs in their veins. And never once have they ever taken even 1% of this global level phenomenon for granted. It’s so easy to get swept up in this type of power. So easy. We’ve seen empires fall bc of something like this. But BTS are just built different. They surround themselves and each other with unwavering support. They don’t fall complacent. Don’t let fame dampen their passion. They’ve never lost sight of what’s important. Never taken advantage of the love their fans have to give them. It’s why they feel different. It’s why their success feels monumental. It’s why people will always want to replicate everything about who they are or where they came from and their story of how they reached the top. Bc they think bts cracked the “formula” towards success. But there is no formula. No “science” behind it. Just an unexplainable truth that there are certain things in this world that come around but once in a lifetime. BTS are one of those things. Their groundbreaking success has no secret. No shortcuts. Just 7 separate lives that lined up perfectly on that one fateful day. That’s it. And the rest is Bangtan history.
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Livheartt⁷ met hobi | ㉧㉣㉣ | 🦢🤍

56,739 Aufrufe • vor 3 Monaten

I walked into the children's home with one name written on my heart. Ava. I had seen her photo weeks before — her soft smile, her almond-shaped eyes, the quiet strength in them. I told myself I was ready. Ready to be her mother. Ready to build a life together. But when they brought her into the room, she wasn't alone. She was holding someone's hand. A little boy stood beside her — same age, same shy eyes, fingers laced tightly through hers like he was anchoring himself to the only safe place he knew. "This is Lucas," the staff member said gently. "They've been inseparable since the day they met. If we try to separate them, they both fall apart." I watched them for only a few minutes, but it was enough. Lucas never let go. And Ava never asked him to. When she laughed, he looked at her first. When he shifted nervously, she squeezed his hand. It wasn't just friendship. It was safety. It was belonging. It was love in its purest, childlike form. And in that moment, I knew something deep and undeniable: If I took Ava and left Lucas behind, I wouldn't just be adopting one child - I would be breaking two hearts. So l asked the question that changed all of our lives. "What would it take to bring them home together?" The caseworker looked surprised. Then hopeful. Then emotional. The paperwork doubled. The responsibility doubled. The love? It multiplied in ways I can't even describe. On the drive home, they sat side by side in the backseat, still holding hands. Not afraid. Not anxious. Just calm. Like they knew. I walked in planning to adopt one child. I walked out with two souls who refused to be separated — and a family I didn't know I was meant to have. Sometimes you go looking for one miracle. And God places two in your hands. 💕
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I walked into the children's home with one name written on my heart. Ava. I had seen her photo weeks before — her soft smile, her almond-shaped eyes, the quiet strength in them. I told myself I was ready. Ready to be her mother. Ready to build a life together. But when they brought her into the room, she wasn't alone. She was holding someone's hand. A little boy stood beside her — same age, same shy eyes, fingers laced tightly through hers like he was anchoring himself to the only safe place he knew. "This is Lucas," the staff member said gently. "They've been inseparable since the day they met. If we try to separate them, they both fall apart." I watched them for only a few minutes, but it was enough. Lucas never let go. And Ava never asked him to. When she laughed, he looked at her first. When he shifted nervously, she squeezed his hand. It wasn't just friendship. It was safety. It was belonging. It was love in its purest, childlike form. And in that moment, I knew something deep and undeniable: If I took Ava and left Lucas behind, I wouldn't just be adopting one child - I would be breaking two hearts. So l asked the question that changed all of our lives. "What would it take to bring them home together?" The caseworker looked surprised. Then hopeful. Then emotional. The paperwork doubled. The responsibility doubled. The love? It multiplied in ways I can't even describe. On the drive home, they sat side by side in the backseat, still holding hands. Not afraid. Not anxious. Just calm. Like they knew. I walked in planning to adopt one child. I walked out with two souls who refused to be separated — and a family I didn't know I was meant to have. Sometimes you go looking for one miracle. And God places two in your hands. 💕

G-PA

61,744 Aufrufe • vor 5 Monaten

I’m at the movies with my daughters and CPS called my phone. I answered and really let them have it. Since 2016 they have investigated me more times than I can count. People with an axe to grind are free to call CPS and make any accusations they want with complete anonymity and impunity. I have been the subject of targeted harassment for a decade now. The system is beyond broken. I’ve tried to escalate this to Frankfort Kentucky multiple times but they won’t answer the phone or return messages. Real hard working people, let me tell ya. Our tax dollars at work. The other day CPS pulled my two high schoolers out of class. This is more than ten times now in the last few years. Tilly cried so hard she had to leave school. Keep in mind I had to homeschool Tilly last year because of constant harassment from CPS. They pulled her out of class approximately 7 times her 8th grade year. She wanted to go back this year and I allowed it. and here we are, back to square one. All of my kids are A-B students. They have never been in a fight. Never had a referral or incident. Never busted with tobacco etc. CPS asked Marcy and Tilly: • ‘What was my relationship with Tori?’ (My gf of 4 years and mother to my youngest) • ‘Is Ritty delayed?’ • ‘Do I give my children tobacco products?’ I’m so over this fucking dumb shit. This will be the SECOND time I’ve had to retain an attorney to deal with these people. Every investigation has proven fruitless. They accomplish nothing more than scaring my kids and disrupting our quality of life. Bunch of fat fucking liberal women that clearly hate me. I’m a pretty open book and I think everyone can agree that I go above and beyond for my children. (My Cashapp is $amiriking if you would like to assist with legal fees. I’d really like to take these people to the ends of the Earth until there is REFORM.) Thanks for letting me vent. I’m going to exhaust every resource I have to expose these corrupt, biased, people and how incompetent the entire cabinet is. Will update A LOT.
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I’m at the movies with my daughters and CPS called my phone. I answered and really let them have it. Since 2016 they have investigated me more times than I can count. People with an axe to grind are free to call CPS and make any accusations they want with complete anonymity and impunity. I have been the subject of targeted harassment for a decade now. The system is beyond broken. I’ve tried to escalate this to Frankfort Kentucky multiple times but they won’t answer the phone or return messages. Real hard working people, let me tell ya. Our tax dollars at work. The other day CPS pulled my two high schoolers out of class. This is more than ten times now in the last few years. Tilly cried so hard she had to leave school. Keep in mind I had to homeschool Tilly last year because of constant harassment from CPS. They pulled her out of class approximately 7 times her 8th grade year. She wanted to go back this year and I allowed it. and here we are, back to square one. All of my kids are A-B students. They have never been in a fight. Never had a referral or incident. Never busted with tobacco etc. CPS asked Marcy and Tilly: • ‘What was my relationship with Tori?’ (My gf of 4 years and mother to my youngest) • ‘Is Ritty delayed?’ • ‘Do I give my children tobacco products?’ I’m so over this fucking dumb shit. This will be the SECOND time I’ve had to retain an attorney to deal with these people. Every investigation has proven fruitless. They accomplish nothing more than scaring my kids and disrupting our quality of life. Bunch of fat fucking liberal women that clearly hate me. I’m a pretty open book and I think everyone can agree that I go above and beyond for my children. (My Cashapp is $amiriking if you would like to assist with legal fees. I’d really like to take these people to the ends of the Earth until there is REFORM.) Thanks for letting me vent. I’m going to exhaust every resource I have to expose these corrupt, biased, people and how incompetent the entire cabinet is. Will update A LOT.

Amiri King

27,165 Aufrufe • vor 10 Monaten