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IM GOING REALLY CRAZY OVER how leeknows entire mood changes going from a soft cat to looking baffled bc of the (HAN kiss FELIX) sign HIS FACE THE SAD POUTY face as he looks at jisung, points then stands there staring at him to see the answer and han...

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Pauline Hanson is now the preferred Prime Minister, as the establishment reels in shock. They did it to themselves. First the Liberals, and now Labor. They followed each other down the path to oblivion. There’s an old saying, “you have two ears and one mouth”, a sign that you should listen twice as much as you speak. But instead, the establishment just preached at us. They shamed and attacked us. They forgot us, and worse, ignored us completely. They gave each other jobs and titles as they pretended we admired them as much as they admire themselves. The establishment misread the rise of the Teals as a total rejection of social conservativism and personal ambition. Of a detest for masculinity and the total embrace of the politics of climate and mass immigration. But it wasn’t that. It was a frustration with the status-quo; an anger at the captured Liberal establishment, which made them almost indistinguishable from Labor. Albanese’s great appeal was that he was not Morrison, and Dutton actually looked somehow less prepared. But it was never a great embrace. It was more of a, “well I guess it’s you then”. Labor don’t really have a mandate for change, but they are convinced that Australians are a bunch of jealous fools that are too stupid to see the total erosion of our freedoms and way of life. Those in power are too blind to notice that everything they talk about and touch has set us backwards. But we see them. Albanese is just about the most inarticulate and incompetent Prime Minister we’ve ever had, and his vision for Australia does not extend beyond his comfortable, taxpayer funded retirement on the beach. The self-interest of the establishment is at record levels, and rather than listen, adapt and fix the problems they've caused, they just double down. And double down again. Both sides have grown transactional and prefer to shoot their messengers. They expel and slander those who have tried to do the right thing over the last decade, and now both sides are left with a talentless pool of transactional twits. There is not a capable government to be formed between them, and their time is up. I don’t think it will matter what Pauline Hanson says or does between now and the election, her popularity will continue to climb as she looks less and less like them… and they panic their way into helping her do that. The public have had enough, and Hanson is their pathway to showing the world that the Australian establishment is done. This is the beginning of a long journey to a more informed electorate and a better government. It has begun. We are going to get Australia back.

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Instead of just talking about it, I wanted to go through it and really break it down to figure out the exact reason for the difference in Jalen Duren's play between the regular season and the playoffs. *LONG BREAKDOWN COMING* First, lets list how much the difference was: Iso in RS: 82nd %ile Iso in PS: 21st %ile Post-ups in RS: 88th %ile Post-ups in PS: 59th %ile PPP on drives in RS: 1.18 ppp PPP on drives in PS: 0.80 Layups in RS: 79th %ile Layups in PS: 19th %ile It was a staggering drop off. Shocking to many of us who watched him all season. So, what happened? Well, #1 I think mentally he was letting his struggles get to him and he started to play out of control. Something that suggests this to me is this stat: He started to figure some things out himself in isolation over the last 2 games against the Cavs. He had six isolation possessions in the final two games against the Cavs; he scored on five of those possessions and drew a foul on the other. 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He immediately turns his back to the defender, which is what you do when you're worried about losing the ball. But, even then, he loses control of the handle and it ends up in a turnover. If I'm the Pistons, I'm showing all his turnovers due to his handle and working with him on tightening his handle and also helping him get comfortable with a counter/second move so defenders don't just sit on the right-to-left cross. #3: I think he really struggled to adjust to the playoff whistle. In the regular season, he drew free throws on 21% of his isolations and 31% of his post-ups. In the PS, it dropped to 14% and 11%, respectively. There were many possessions where in the RS he would've got free throws, but did not in the PS and he was frustrated. In the third clip, you'll see how physical he was being played by Mobley (which we all want physicality in the game). But, in the RS, he probably is getting FTA's here. 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I'd like to believe it's pretty likely with how much he works and the raw skill he already has with his handle. Pistons adding a legit spacer at the four I think solves a lot and will make Duren's life a lot easier. The most concerning part is mental. And we won't know an answer to that until the next playoffs. Did this experience help him on his journey towards becoming mentally strong and prepared enough to move forward? Did this run help him find a routine that helps him lock in mentally, as many players have said they had to discover? Or will the pressure from struggling last postseason get to him this upcoming postseason? Will he let mistakes get into his head, compound them, and start playing rashly? I don't think the second option will be the case, but no one will know until the next postseason. Honestly, I'm more concerned and critical of his defense in the playoffs (which at times was pretty good and at other times was an incredible struggle), but that would require its own thread. My ending thoughts: I still very much believe in Duren. This playoff run showed he has areas he must sharpen up and learn from, but at 22 that shouldn't be a shocker. He is incredibly talented and made a large jump during the RS. The PS posed challenges he didn't quite have answers to yet. But another run of experience, another offseason of training, and another year older should lead him down a good path. I am fully supportive of paying Duren and extending him. I am not at close to 50 million dollars. 35-40 million is where I think they'll settle on, and I'm fine with that. But, he's gotta learn from these playoffs! Every offseason he's gotten better, I don't have a reason to believe Jalen Duren won't learn and improve again this summer. He's only 22.
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Instead of just talking about it, I wanted to go through it and really break it down to figure out the exact reason for the difference in Jalen Duren's play between the regular season and the playoffs. *LONG BREAKDOWN COMING* First, lets list how much the difference was: Iso in RS: 82nd %ile Iso in PS: 21st %ile Post-ups in RS: 88th %ile Post-ups in PS: 59th %ile PPP on drives in RS: 1.18 ppp PPP on drives in PS: 0.80 Layups in RS: 79th %ile Layups in PS: 19th %ile It was a staggering drop off. Shocking to many of us who watched him all season. So, what happened? Well, #1 I think mentally he was letting his struggles get to him and he started to play out of control. Something that suggests this to me is this stat: He started to figure some things out himself in isolation over the last 2 games against the Cavs. He had six isolation possessions in the final two games against the Cavs; he scored on five of those possessions and drew a foul on the other. Game 6 he started to look confident and really made them pay out of isolation. I really think a ton of it was he got hit with a punch early against ORL and really struggled to handle the pressure and struggles after, and just kept stacking and stacking. So, him being in his own head is #1 for me. #2: His handle got exposed quite a bit. In the regular season, he only had a 4.2 TO% in isolation, which is incredible. In the playoffs, though, that spiked to 20 TO%. On drives in the RS, he had a TO% of 4%. In the PS, it jumped to 13.3%. The first clip below shows how the right-to-left cross he loved doing all season was really taken away from him. Too loose of a handle, and he often got his pocket picked trying this exact move over and over. I think having his go-to move taken from him shook him a bit and left him scrambling a bit in his head to find a counter. The second clip shows, imo, him starting to lose trust in his handle. He immediately turns his back to the defender, which is what you do when you're worried about losing the ball. But, even then, he loses control of the handle and it ends up in a turnover. If I'm the Pistons, I'm showing all his turnovers due to his handle and working with him on tightening his handle and also helping him get comfortable with a counter/second move so defenders don't just sit on the right-to-left cross. #3: I think he really struggled to adjust to the playoff whistle. In the regular season, he drew free throws on 21% of his isolations and 31% of his post-ups. In the PS, it dropped to 14% and 11%, respectively. There were many possessions where in the RS he would've got free throws, but did not in the PS and he was frustrated. In the third clip, you'll see how physical he was being played by Mobley (which we all want physicality in the game). But, in the RS, he probably is getting FTA's here. There are many examples of this where it felt like a lot of his value during the RS was being able to draw FTA's on his drives, and in the PS, refs just allowed more physicality, and he struggled to deal with it. #4: Ausar-Duren duo. I believe in this duo, and I do not think this was the main reason Duren struggled. However, I am not blind to the fact that there were obviously some possessions that hurt Duren. In the regular season, Duen actually got less efficient when Ausar wasn't on the floor. However, in the playoffs, Duren went from 51 TS% with Ausar on the floor (302 minutes) to 64 TS% with Ausar off the floor (121 minutes). In the 4th clip, you really see how the lack of spacing caused a tough shot from Duren. He gets a step on WCJ going right, and probably would prefer to then just use his strength to create spearation. However, he sees Suggs sitting in the right gap off of Ausar, which forces him to spin left. Once he spins left, Paolo is completely leaving Tobias open. This is one of the reasons I really think DET needs a spacing 4 because this should be an easy kickout from Duren to a shooter. He still should've made this pass to Tobias, but a legit shooting 4 I think would relocate to the corner and make an easier outlet/easier to see for Duren. But, he still coulda made the pass, tbf. Either way, you see how the lack of spacing from both Ausar and Tobias forced Duren into a really awkward drive where he was forced into an extremely tough shot. I think if the passing returned from Duren, some of these situations wouldn't happen. Hitting Ausar early as he cuts into the space would work, or hitting Tobias (who again shoulda be making himself more available) beyond the arc results in better offense. But, also, having better spacing probably allows Duren to just get to his original move once he beats WCJ off the dribble. and lastly #5: He really just didn't play well. I can't include any more clips (I'll put some in the immediate thread reply to display), but he really just didn't play well. Missed *a lot* of looks we're used to him making. His touch around the rim left him, looked like he really felt rushed in the paint. He was struggling to secure rebounds after dominating the glass all season (during the RS, he averaged 4.3 second chance points a game, in the PS it dropped to 2.3). During RS, he had a 22.0 DREB%, which dropped to 16.0% in the playoffs. So, I think a lot of factors played into why he struggled so much in the playoffs. My takeaway is I don't think these things are unfixable; actually, I think they're very fixable. Experience of dealing with what playoff physicality is I think is going to help moving forward. All young players have to adjust to that--I think Cade really learned that from NY series to this playoff run. Tightening his handle and just having a second move to go to is not something that should be considered impossible. I'd like to believe it's pretty likely with how much he works and the raw skill he already has with his handle. Pistons adding a legit spacer at the four I think solves a lot and will make Duren's life a lot easier. The most concerning part is mental. And we won't know an answer to that until the next playoffs. Did this experience help him on his journey towards becoming mentally strong and prepared enough to move forward? Did this run help him find a routine that helps him lock in mentally, as many players have said they had to discover? Or will the pressure from struggling last postseason get to him this upcoming postseason? Will he let mistakes get into his head, compound them, and start playing rashly? I don't think the second option will be the case, but no one will know until the next postseason. Honestly, I'm more concerned and critical of his defense in the playoffs (which at times was pretty good and at other times was an incredible struggle), but that would require its own thread. My ending thoughts: I still very much believe in Duren. This playoff run showed he has areas he must sharpen up and learn from, but at 22 that shouldn't be a shocker. He is incredibly talented and made a large jump during the RS. The PS posed challenges he didn't quite have answers to yet. But another run of experience, another offseason of training, and another year older should lead him down a good path. I am fully supportive of paying Duren and extending him. I am not at close to 50 million dollars. 35-40 million is where I think they'll settle on, and I'm fine with that. But, he's gotta learn from these playoffs! Every offseason he's gotten better, I don't have a reason to believe Jalen Duren won't learn and improve again this summer. He's only 22.

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LOCATION MAP Pink bedroom, remembered corner by corner from >> and held identical in every shot: - Wooden door with brass knob and dark wood trim / wardrobe on one side wall. - A large ornate pink-and-white Victorian dollhouse standing on the floor against the wall. - A wide window with sheer white curtains, cool outside light filtering through. - A vanity desk with an upright mirror and a pink desk chair beside the window, a leafy potted plant next to it. - A tall warm floor lamp — the main practical light — near the bed, wall-mounted shelves with small items above it, wood wainscoting along the lower wall. - An ornate white bed frame with pink ruffled bedding and a soft pink pillow, the central anchor of the room. - A woven area rug on a wooden floor, light soft clutter (tissue boxes, papers) scattered naturally. Open floor between the door and the bed is his carrying path; clear floor space at the foot of the bed is where he sits. 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Shot 3 (blanket + lamp): 63° diagonal field of view, slightly-wide lens character, camera 2 meters back at a bedside three-quarter angle, wide enough to hold him, the tucked bed, and the floor lamp in frame. Shot 4 (floor sleep): 63° diagonal field of view, slightly-wide lens character, camera low at the foot of the bed, then a slow crane-up to a high three-quarter looking down the length of the bed. CAMERA Shot 1: gentle handheld follow, slow dolly-in with him toward the bed, subtle vertical bob and weight-shift pulse matching the carry, human motion not digital jitter. Shot 2: separate angle from the head of the bed; slow push-in as he lowers her, settling as her head meets the pillow. Shot 3: static-leaning three-quarter as he draws the blanket up and tucks it, then reaches and clicks off the floor lamp; frame holds through the drop into moody low light, her tucked body still framed. Shot 4: low static at the foot of the bed as he sinks to the floor and lowers his head to the mattress edge, then a smooth crane-up to a high three-quarter — her tucked on the bed, him asleep on the floor below. ACTION TIMING 0.0s to 3.5s: he carries her in a bridal hold, walking slowly toward the bed, her head lolling gently against his chest, pigtail swaying with each step. 3.5s HARD CUT. 3.5s to 7.5s: from the head-of-bed angle he lowers her onto the mattress, her shoulders and head settling into the pillow, hair fanning out, body coming to rest. 7.5s HARD CUT. 7.5s to 11.0s: he draws the pink blanket up over her and tucks the edge along her shoulder with both hands, then reaches to the floor lamp and switches it off; the warm glow dies and the room falls to cool moody window light — she lies exactly as he left her, tucked and unmoved. 11.0s HARD CUT. 11.0s to 15.0s: in the dim room he lowers himself to sit on the floor at the foot of the bed, rests his head sideways on the mattress edge near her feet, settles, breathing slows, and he closes his eyes and falls asleep there — not on the bed, a clear respectful distance kept. PHYSICS Her body carries real dead-weight during the carry — limbs sag, head lolls, pigtail swings freely. As he lowers her, pillow and mattress compress under her head and shoulders, hair sliding and resettling; the pink blanket drapes and folds naturally as it is pulled up and tucked. His footsteps are grounded heel-to-toe with real weight transfer. As he sinks to the floor his weight settles, one arm resting on the mattress, head lowering onto the edge which dips slightly; his eyelids close with a soft final settle. LIGHTING Cinematic low-key interior, moody and restrained, never bright or flat. Primary motivation: the warm floor lamp and a low bedside practical, casting soft warm pools with gentle falloff into deep but detailed shadow, cool bluish light from the sheer-curtained window balancing the warmth for filmic warm-cool contrast. Naturalistic film texture, soft grain, gentle highlight rolloff, faces modeled and readable within the low light, not lit up. Shots 1–3 carry the warm lamp motivation. At the lamp switch (shot 3) the room drops to cool low-key window moonlight — atmospheric, shadows deep, her tucked form and his movement still clearly readable, never a crushed black frame. Shot 4 stays in this cool moody light, his sitting, head-lowering, and closing eyes visible, the bed and floor softly modeled by the window. AUDIO Shot 1: soft footsteps, faint effort breath under her weight, a quiet sleepy sigh from her. Shot 2: soft mattress and pillow settle as she comes to rest. Shot 3: gentle blanket rustle as he tucks her in, a quiet lamp-switch click, room tone shifting. Shot 4: a soft floor settle and faint cloth rustle as he sits and lowers his head, then quiet steady breathing from both. No dialogue, no music, no subtitles. POSITIVE LOCKS First frame matches the attached carry reference exactly. Man matches >> exactly, woman matches >> exactly. The bedroom matches >> exactly and every listed corner — door and wood trim, ornate dollhouse, sheer-curtained window, vanity with mirror and pink chair, floor lamp, shelves, ornate white bed with pink ruffled bedding, woven rug — stays present and consistent across all four shots, with no new or missing furniture. Carrying and laying her down are two separate shots with different angles. Lighting stays cinematic and dim, motivated by the practical lamps, never bright or flat. When the lamp is switched off she remains tucked in the exact pose he left her, unmoved. He does not lie on the bed: he sleeps sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed with his head on the mattress edge, a clear respectful gap kept.
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Seedance 2.0 on Higgsfield AI just raised the bar. The quality, motion, and creative control are on another level. Full open-source prompts & assets below. SCENE CONTEXT A young man carries the sleeping woman into her pink bedroom, lays her down on the bed, covers her with the blanket and switches off the lamp, then sits on the floor at the foot of the bed, rests his head on the mattress edge, and falls asleep there, keeping a respectful distance. ACTIVE REFERENCES >>: young man, messy light-brown hair, white t-shirt, carrying then floor-sitting posture, tender careful movement. 100% matches the reference. >>: sleeping young woman, low pigtails, pink hair-roller clip, beige t-shirt with brown long sleeves, pink plaid pajama bottoms, eyes closed, carried then lying tucked in bed. 100% matches the reference. >>: pink bedroom. 100% matches the reference. Every element and corner is preserved and stays consistent across all shots. LOCATION MAP Pink bedroom, remembered corner by corner from >> and held identical in every shot: - Wooden door with brass knob and dark wood trim / wardrobe on one side wall. - A large ornate pink-and-white Victorian dollhouse standing on the floor against the wall. - A wide window with sheer white curtains, cool outside light filtering through. - A vanity desk with an upright mirror and a pink desk chair beside the window, a leafy potted plant next to it. - A tall warm floor lamp — the main practical light — near the bed, wall-mounted shelves with small items above it, wood wainscoting along the lower wall. - An ornate white bed frame with pink ruffled bedding and a soft pink pillow, the central anchor of the room. - A woven area rug on a wooden floor, light soft clutter (tissue boxes, papers) scattered naturally. Open floor between the door and the bed is his carrying path; clear floor space at the foot of the bed is where he sits. FIRST FRAME AND SPATIAL BLOCKING The first visible frame matches the attached carry reference exactly: he stands mid-room holding her in a bridal carry, her head resting against his chest and shoulder, eyes closed, pink plaid fabric bundled across his forearms, the white ornate bed and pink bedding soft behind, sheer-curtained window and dollhouse readable in the background. No empty establishing frame. FORMAT MODE Controlled four-shot sequence with HARD CUTs at 3.5s, 7.5s, and 11.0s. Real-time motion, gentle handheld for the carry only. No subtitles, no music. OPTICS Shot 1 (carry): 50° diagonal field of view, standard normal lens character, camera 1.5 to 2 meters, clean medium two-shot holding both faces. Shot 2 (lay down): 56° diagonal field of view, near-normal lens character, camera low at the head of the bed looking down along her body, 1 to 1.3 meters, shallow depth on her settling face. Shot 3 (blanket + lamp): 63° diagonal field of view, slightly-wide lens character, camera 2 meters back at a bedside three-quarter angle, wide enough to hold him, the tucked bed, and the floor lamp in frame. Shot 4 (floor sleep): 63° diagonal field of view, slightly-wide lens character, camera low at the foot of the bed, then a slow crane-up to a high three-quarter looking down the length of the bed. CAMERA Shot 1: gentle handheld follow, slow dolly-in with him toward the bed, subtle vertical bob and weight-shift pulse matching the carry, human motion not digital jitter. Shot 2: separate angle from the head of the bed; slow push-in as he lowers her, settling as her head meets the pillow. Shot 3: static-leaning three-quarter as he draws the blanket up and tucks it, then reaches and clicks off the floor lamp; frame holds through the drop into moody low light, her tucked body still framed. Shot 4: low static at the foot of the bed as he sinks to the floor and lowers his head to the mattress edge, then a smooth crane-up to a high three-quarter — her tucked on the bed, him asleep on the floor below. ACTION TIMING 0.0s to 3.5s: he carries her in a bridal hold, walking slowly toward the bed, her head lolling gently against his chest, pigtail swaying with each step. 3.5s HARD CUT. 3.5s to 7.5s: from the head-of-bed angle he lowers her onto the mattress, her shoulders and head settling into the pillow, hair fanning out, body coming to rest. 7.5s HARD CUT. 7.5s to 11.0s: he draws the pink blanket up over her and tucks the edge along her shoulder with both hands, then reaches to the floor lamp and switches it off; the warm glow dies and the room falls to cool moody window light — she lies exactly as he left her, tucked and unmoved. 11.0s HARD CUT. 11.0s to 15.0s: in the dim room he lowers himself to sit on the floor at the foot of the bed, rests his head sideways on the mattress edge near her feet, settles, breathing slows, and he closes his eyes and falls asleep there — not on the bed, a clear respectful distance kept. PHYSICS Her body carries real dead-weight during the carry — limbs sag, head lolls, pigtail swings freely. As he lowers her, pillow and mattress compress under her head and shoulders, hair sliding and resettling; the pink blanket drapes and folds naturally as it is pulled up and tucked. His footsteps are grounded heel-to-toe with real weight transfer. As he sinks to the floor his weight settles, one arm resting on the mattress, head lowering onto the edge which dips slightly; his eyelids close with a soft final settle. LIGHTING Cinematic low-key interior, moody and restrained, never bright or flat. Primary motivation: the warm floor lamp and a low bedside practical, casting soft warm pools with gentle falloff into deep but detailed shadow, cool bluish light from the sheer-curtained window balancing the warmth for filmic warm-cool contrast. Naturalistic film texture, soft grain, gentle highlight rolloff, faces modeled and readable within the low light, not lit up. Shots 1–3 carry the warm lamp motivation. At the lamp switch (shot 3) the room drops to cool low-key window moonlight — atmospheric, shadows deep, her tucked form and his movement still clearly readable, never a crushed black frame. Shot 4 stays in this cool moody light, his sitting, head-lowering, and closing eyes visible, the bed and floor softly modeled by the window. AUDIO Shot 1: soft footsteps, faint effort breath under her weight, a quiet sleepy sigh from her. Shot 2: soft mattress and pillow settle as she comes to rest. Shot 3: gentle blanket rustle as he tucks her in, a quiet lamp-switch click, room tone shifting. Shot 4: a soft floor settle and faint cloth rustle as he sits and lowers his head, then quiet steady breathing from both. No dialogue, no music, no subtitles. POSITIVE LOCKS First frame matches the attached carry reference exactly. Man matches >> exactly, woman matches >> exactly. The bedroom matches >> exactly and every listed corner — door and wood trim, ornate dollhouse, sheer-curtained window, vanity with mirror and pink chair, floor lamp, shelves, ornate white bed with pink ruffled bedding, woven rug — stays present and consistent across all four shots, with no new or missing furniture. Carrying and laying her down are two separate shots with different angles. Lighting stays cinematic and dim, motivated by the practical lamps, never bright or flat. When the lamp is switched off she remains tucked in the exact pose he left her, unmoved. He does not lie on the bed: he sleeps sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed with his head on the mattress edge, a clear respectful gap kept.

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮

50,836 Aufrufe • vor 15 Tagen

"At first, I thought someone had heartlessly abandoned their dog outside the grocery store. The real story broke my heart. “Look at him — he’s freezing! You can’t just leave him out here,” I yelled at the security guard, pointing toward a golden retriever tied to the metal railing. The dog was shaking violently in the bitter cold. The wind chill had dropped far below zero. People rushed in and out of the store, heads down, coats pulled tight, acting as if they didn’t notice the trembling animal. I sat in my car with the engine running and the heater blasting, watching him for nearly forty-five minutes. No one came for him. Not a single person stopped. Finally, I couldn’t sit there anymore. I stepped out, untied the anxious dog — his fur stiff with ice — and lifted his heavy, shaking body into the backseat of my car. Anger burned inside me. Who would leave a loyal dog outside during a snowstorm and simply walk away? Once we reached my small apartment, I dried him off with every clean towel I had. I cooked an entire pack of plain hot dogs in a pan, and he ate them eagerly before curling up at the foot of my bed, finally warm and safe. The next morning, I planned to take him to the county shelter and report the situation as animal cruelty. But while drinking coffee and scrolling through a neighborhood app, one post made me stop mid-sip. “PLEASE HELP. My elderly neighbor George’s dog Rocky is missing. George is in the ICU.” My hands trembled as I dialed the number attached to the post. A woman answered, her voice breaking with emotion. She explained that George, a seventy-eight-year-old widower, had collapsed during his evening walk near the pharmacy. He’d suffered a massive heart attack on the icy sidewalk. Paramedics rushed him to the hospital to save his life. They couldn’t take the dog with them in the ambulance. Someone nearby had offered to tie Rocky up somewhere safe and contact animal control. But in the confusion of the storm, that promise never happened. Rocky had simply been left there and forgotten. Instead of driving to the shelter, I went straight to the county hospital—with a very large golden retriever sitting beside me. Getting a sixty-pound dog past security and into the cardiac ward required a little creativity and a lot of quiet pleading. One compassionate head nurse saw the tears in my eyes, sighed softly, and decided not to stop me. I slowly pushed open the door to Room 402. George looked fragile in the hospital bed — his skin pale, tubes connected to machines that beeped softly beside him. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. Rocky let out a soft, desperate whine and gently placed his front paws on the edge of the bed. George’s eyes flew open. He didn’t notice the machines or the wires. Instead, he reached out with trembling hands and buried them deep in Rocky’s fur. Pressing his face into the dog’s neck, he began to cry — deep, emotional sobs that made the heart monitor spike. “I thought I lost you, boy,” he whispered through tears. “I thought I was going to die alone.” His wife had passed away five years earlier. His children lived several states away, busy with their own lives. Rocky was the one companion who gave George a reason to get out of bed every morning. Without him, George was just another elderly man fading quietly in a world moving too fast to notice. I stayed with them for hours, holding George’s fragile hand while Rocky slept peacefully across his feet. Four days later, George was finally discharged from the hospital. No family came to pick him up. So I took the day off from work and drove him home myself. These days, I don’t just rush past my neighbors anymore. Every Sunday, I stop by George’s little house with a bag of groceries. We sit on his porch, drink cheap coffee, and throw a tennis ball across the yard for Rocky while we talk about anything and everything. If you want to see how brightly Rocky’s tail wags now and how happy George is every time he sees him
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"At first, I thought someone had heartlessly abandoned their dog outside the grocery store. The real story broke my heart. “Look at him — he’s freezing! You can’t just leave him out here,” I yelled at the security guard, pointing toward a golden retriever tied to the metal railing. The dog was shaking violently in the bitter cold. The wind chill had dropped far below zero. People rushed in and out of the store, heads down, coats pulled tight, acting as if they didn’t notice the trembling animal. I sat in my car with the engine running and the heater blasting, watching him for nearly forty-five minutes. No one came for him. Not a single person stopped. Finally, I couldn’t sit there anymore. I stepped out, untied the anxious dog — his fur stiff with ice — and lifted his heavy, shaking body into the backseat of my car. Anger burned inside me. Who would leave a loyal dog outside during a snowstorm and simply walk away? Once we reached my small apartment, I dried him off with every clean towel I had. I cooked an entire pack of plain hot dogs in a pan, and he ate them eagerly before curling up at the foot of my bed, finally warm and safe. The next morning, I planned to take him to the county shelter and report the situation as animal cruelty. But while drinking coffee and scrolling through a neighborhood app, one post made me stop mid-sip. “PLEASE HELP. My elderly neighbor George’s dog Rocky is missing. George is in the ICU.” My hands trembled as I dialed the number attached to the post. A woman answered, her voice breaking with emotion. She explained that George, a seventy-eight-year-old widower, had collapsed during his evening walk near the pharmacy. He’d suffered a massive heart attack on the icy sidewalk. Paramedics rushed him to the hospital to save his life. They couldn’t take the dog with them in the ambulance. Someone nearby had offered to tie Rocky up somewhere safe and contact animal control. But in the confusion of the storm, that promise never happened. Rocky had simply been left there and forgotten. Instead of driving to the shelter, I went straight to the county hospital—with a very large golden retriever sitting beside me. Getting a sixty-pound dog past security and into the cardiac ward required a little creativity and a lot of quiet pleading. One compassionate head nurse saw the tears in my eyes, sighed softly, and decided not to stop me. I slowly pushed open the door to Room 402. George looked fragile in the hospital bed — his skin pale, tubes connected to machines that beeped softly beside him. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. Rocky let out a soft, desperate whine and gently placed his front paws on the edge of the bed. George’s eyes flew open. He didn’t notice the machines or the wires. Instead, he reached out with trembling hands and buried them deep in Rocky’s fur. Pressing his face into the dog’s neck, he began to cry — deep, emotional sobs that made the heart monitor spike. “I thought I lost you, boy,” he whispered through tears. “I thought I was going to die alone.” His wife had passed away five years earlier. His children lived several states away, busy with their own lives. Rocky was the one companion who gave George a reason to get out of bed every morning. Without him, George was just another elderly man fading quietly in a world moving too fast to notice. I stayed with them for hours, holding George’s fragile hand while Rocky slept peacefully across his feet. Four days later, George was finally discharged from the hospital. No family came to pick him up. So I took the day off from work and drove him home myself. These days, I don’t just rush past my neighbors anymore. Every Sunday, I stop by George’s little house with a bag of groceries. We sit on his porch, drink cheap coffee, and throw a tennis ball across the yard for Rocky while we talk about anything and everything. If you want to see how brightly Rocky’s tail wags now and how happy George is every time he sees him

Crazy Moments

50,743 Aufrufe • vor 26 Tagen

🚨⚠️ I NEED TO SAY THIS, BECAUSE AS SOMEONE WHO LEADS A TEAM, I KNOW EXACTLY HOW THESE THINGS WORK. ⚠️🚨 🩺 As a surgeon, I work every day with teams where every single person plays a vital role. In surgery, the anesthesiologist, scrub techs, assistants, nurses, and specialists each have a precise moment where their work must be seen, executed, and respected for the operation to succeed. If one part fails, the overall execution loses quality. 🎥 And the same applies to a stage performance. 📍There are cameramen positioned at every corner. 📍There are technical directors. 📍There are people coordinating transitions, camera cuts, and screen time. Everything is rehearsed. Everything is planned. Everything follows a script. So explain to me why, when it’s Jimin’s moment to execute his part —his lines, his center, his movements, his expressions— the camera suddenly cuts away, ignores him, or prioritizes other shots instead. 🎭📷 Because this is NOT accidental. ❌ And the fans can SEE IT. 👀 This is not about competing against other members. This is about professional respect for the work of EVERY member of BTS. A perfect performance works like a perfect surgery: ✨ every detail matters, ✨ every contribution matters, ✨ and every professional deserves to be shown at the exact moment their role is meant to shine. Jimin should not disappear from the screen during key moments of his performance. He should not be treated like background noise when he is an essential piece of the entire show. And don’t tell me I’m exaggerating. Don’t tell me everyone is treated equally. Don’t tell me anything at all. 👁️ JUST WATCH. 👁️ And if after watching you still choose to ignore it, then the problem isn’t that it doesn’t exist… the problem is that you refuse to see reality. Because to miss something this obvious, you would have to be completely blind. ⚠️🚨 And THIS is exactly why we, as fans, need to continue elevating Jimin’s music, his image, his artistry, and his impact even louder. 🎶🔥 Stream his music. Support his projects. Talk about his talent. Highlight his performances. Protect his name. Make sure the world sees what some cameras keep failing to show. Because no matter how much they try to minimize his moments… his presence is simply impossible to erase. ✨👑 BIGHIT MUSIC HYBE OFFICIAL WITH JIMIN TILL THE END WE LOVE YOU JIMIN JIMIN JIMIN
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🚨⚠️ I NEED TO SAY THIS, BECAUSE AS SOMEONE WHO LEADS A TEAM, I KNOW EXACTLY HOW THESE THINGS WORK. ⚠️🚨 🩺 As a surgeon, I work every day with teams where every single person plays a vital role. In surgery, the anesthesiologist, scrub techs, assistants, nurses, and specialists each have a precise moment where their work must be seen, executed, and respected for the operation to succeed. If one part fails, the overall execution loses quality. 🎥 And the same applies to a stage performance. 📍There are cameramen positioned at every corner. 📍There are technical directors. 📍There are people coordinating transitions, camera cuts, and screen time. Everything is rehearsed. Everything is planned. Everything follows a script. So explain to me why, when it’s Jimin’s moment to execute his part —his lines, his center, his movements, his expressions— the camera suddenly cuts away, ignores him, or prioritizes other shots instead. 🎭📷 Because this is NOT accidental. ❌ And the fans can SEE IT. 👀 This is not about competing against other members. This is about professional respect for the work of EVERY member of BTS. A perfect performance works like a perfect surgery: ✨ every detail matters, ✨ every contribution matters, ✨ and every professional deserves to be shown at the exact moment their role is meant to shine. Jimin should not disappear from the screen during key moments of his performance. He should not be treated like background noise when he is an essential piece of the entire show. And don’t tell me I’m exaggerating. Don’t tell me everyone is treated equally. Don’t tell me anything at all. 👁️ JUST WATCH. 👁️ And if after watching you still choose to ignore it, then the problem isn’t that it doesn’t exist… the problem is that you refuse to see reality. Because to miss something this obvious, you would have to be completely blind. ⚠️🚨 And THIS is exactly why we, as fans, need to continue elevating Jimin’s music, his image, his artistry, and his impact even louder. 🎶🔥 Stream his music. Support his projects. Talk about his talent. Highlight his performances. Protect his name. Make sure the world sees what some cameras keep failing to show. Because no matter how much they try to minimize his moments… his presence is simply impossible to erase. ✨👑 BIGHIT MUSIC HYBE OFFICIAL WITH JIMIN TILL THE END WE LOVE YOU JIMIN JIMIN JIMIN

Ann Park

34,298 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten

The problem judging GM Chris Grier is clearly to SOME degree Miami is talented. And now as frustrations w/ Mike McDaniel sharpen a little, we ask how Miami consistently beats the bad teams? Here's how: - They've had a good QB (when healthy). - They've had a bigger budget! Regardless of what you think about Tua Tagovailoa's ability to stay healthy, he is clearly a good QB and that buys you a lot in this league. He won with that circus show of offensive staff mismanagement under Brian Flores. He won with a more coherent staff under Mike McDaniel. He won with his offensive coordinator being changed every year since high school. He won with his offensive coordinator being stable for three years running. He won while never being asked to throw deep, then he won while being asked to throw deep more aggressively than literally every other QB in the league. And now he's winning while never being asked to throw deep again. He won learning from Ryan Fitzpatrick to just "throw it up" to zero separation vertical guys like Devante Parker and Mike Gesicki, and now he wins by pitting the ace to with max anticipation to road runners like Tyreek Hill and Jaylen Waddle. He won using Jaylen Waddle like O.J. McDuffie and he won using Jaylen Waddle like Alvin Harper. He won throwing the ball to WRs to the near exclusion of RBs and TEs at Alabama and in his first years with McDaniel. And now his leading receivers are RB De'Von Achane and TE Jonnu Smith. He won with his RBs combining for 27 rushing TDs with a league-leading YPC, and he won with his RBs scoring only 11 or 12 TDs and having piss poor efficiency. He won with a Head Coach who wanted him GONE and even went so far as to sabotage him (see: 2021). He also won with a Head Coach who cradles his head at night and does his daily best to convince him he's the most special boy in the universe. Sitting at #5 overall in the 2020 Draft there was plenty of debate behind the scenes whether Miami should take Tua Tagovailoa, Justin Herbert, or do some dealing for Jordan Love. And you know what? To some degree, there wasn't really a wrong choice. To some degree, no matter which of the three roads they went down, they'd have had a winner at the most important position in the sport. Which brings us to the other reason Miami has had the look of a talented team over the years: cheating. (Not REALLY, of course. Let's not get any more draft picks taken away by Roger Goodell.) The fact of the matter is Miami has had a bigger effective budget than almost any other team in the sport over the last 5 years. They were given the green light on a Tank Season in 2019. Like declaring Bankruptcy, they retired all cap accruals and started fresh with zero cap debt. And just 5 years later they probably rank 4th or 5th in the entire league in cash that has already been paid out to players but has yet to be expensed against the salary cap. Think about that for a minute. There are other teams out there, e.g. the Saints and Eagles, who have a massive amount of cap debt. But they have been rolling & massaging that cap debt for a decade-plus, with people like Khai Harley and Howie Roseman keeping them on the leading edge of creative financialization of the salary cap. Miami reached their level of debt in only 5 years after their tank season. They've had an operating budget effectively 20% larger than your average NFL team. They have the Yankees budget. Add on top their fortunes from the Laremy Tunsil trade, and yes Miami has been able to amass talent...because they had a LOT to spend. Do they win over and above what Lady Luck dealt them in terms of QB choices in 2020? Do they win consistent with their league-leading budget over the last 5 years? What are they left with going forward? The oldest Defense in the NFL, and an offense that needs a line rebuild. When you consider all of the factors, this is why Albert Breer recently suggested Miami will be looking at making a change at the GM position.
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The problem judging GM Chris Grier is clearly to SOME degree Miami is talented. And now as frustrations w/ Mike McDaniel sharpen a little, we ask how Miami consistently beats the bad teams? Here's how: - They've had a good QB (when healthy). - They've had a bigger budget! Regardless of what you think about Tua Tagovailoa's ability to stay healthy, he is clearly a good QB and that buys you a lot in this league. He won with that circus show of offensive staff mismanagement under Brian Flores. He won with a more coherent staff under Mike McDaniel. He won with his offensive coordinator being changed every year since high school. He won with his offensive coordinator being stable for three years running. He won while never being asked to throw deep, then he won while being asked to throw deep more aggressively than literally every other QB in the league. And now he's winning while never being asked to throw deep again. He won learning from Ryan Fitzpatrick to just "throw it up" to zero separation vertical guys like Devante Parker and Mike Gesicki, and now he wins by pitting the ace to with max anticipation to road runners like Tyreek Hill and Jaylen Waddle. He won using Jaylen Waddle like O.J. McDuffie and he won using Jaylen Waddle like Alvin Harper. He won throwing the ball to WRs to the near exclusion of RBs and TEs at Alabama and in his first years with McDaniel. And now his leading receivers are RB De'Von Achane and TE Jonnu Smith. He won with his RBs combining for 27 rushing TDs with a league-leading YPC, and he won with his RBs scoring only 11 or 12 TDs and having piss poor efficiency. He won with a Head Coach who wanted him GONE and even went so far as to sabotage him (see: 2021). He also won with a Head Coach who cradles his head at night and does his daily best to convince him he's the most special boy in the universe. Sitting at #5 overall in the 2020 Draft there was plenty of debate behind the scenes whether Miami should take Tua Tagovailoa, Justin Herbert, or do some dealing for Jordan Love. And you know what? To some degree, there wasn't really a wrong choice. To some degree, no matter which of the three roads they went down, they'd have had a winner at the most important position in the sport. Which brings us to the other reason Miami has had the look of a talented team over the years: cheating. (Not REALLY, of course. Let's not get any more draft picks taken away by Roger Goodell.) The fact of the matter is Miami has had a bigger effective budget than almost any other team in the sport over the last 5 years. They were given the green light on a Tank Season in 2019. Like declaring Bankruptcy, they retired all cap accruals and started fresh with zero cap debt. And just 5 years later they probably rank 4th or 5th in the entire league in cash that has already been paid out to players but has yet to be expensed against the salary cap. Think about that for a minute. There are other teams out there, e.g. the Saints and Eagles, who have a massive amount of cap debt. But they have been rolling & massaging that cap debt for a decade-plus, with people like Khai Harley and Howie Roseman keeping them on the leading edge of creative financialization of the salary cap. Miami reached their level of debt in only 5 years after their tank season. They've had an operating budget effectively 20% larger than your average NFL team. They have the Yankees budget. Add on top their fortunes from the Laremy Tunsil trade, and yes Miami has been able to amass talent...because they had a LOT to spend. Do they win over and above what Lady Luck dealt them in terms of QB choices in 2020? Do they win consistent with their league-leading budget over the last 5 years? What are they left with going forward? The oldest Defense in the NFL, and an offense that needs a line rebuild. When you consider all of the factors, this is why Albert Breer recently suggested Miami will be looking at making a change at the GM position.

Chris Kouffman

66,206 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

The apartment across the courtyard had been empty for nearly a week before anyone noticed the dog. Moving trucks had come and gone over the weekend. Furniture disappeared. The lights stayed off. Management assumed the tenants had simply finished their lease. But every evening, just after sunset, a small white-and-tan Jack Russell Terrier would appear outside the apartment door. He never wandered far. He would lie on the worn welcome mat for hours, lifting his head every time footsteps echoed down the hallway. Whenever the elevator doors opened, his tail would twitch with hope before slowly falling again as another stranger walked past. Most neighbors thought someone would come back for him. No one did. By the fifth day, his bark had changed. It wasn't loud or aggressive. It was quiet, almost pleading, as though he believed if he called often enough, the people he loved might hear him. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Each morning before work, he was there. Each night when I came home, he was still waiting. A maintenance worker finally confirmed what everyone had begun to suspect. The previous tenants had left without taking the dog. No emergency contact. No forwarding address. Nothing. That evening, I carried a bowl of fresh water into the hallway. The little dog didn't move toward it. He simply stared at the apartment door. I placed a blanket nearby and sat several feet away, saying nothing. Nearly an hour passed before he cautiously walked over, drank a few mouthfuls of water, then returned to the same spot outside the empty apartment. The next morning, heavy rain swept through the city. Water blew into the open-air corridor, soaking the doormat where he had spent every night. I couldn't leave him there any longer. When I gently reached toward him, he didn't resist. He was lighter than I expected. Far too light. Inside my apartment, he immediately searched every room before curling into the corner beside my bookshelf. He ignored the expensive dog food I bought that afternoon. He ignored treats. He ignored toys. Even when I sat beside him, he kept his eyes fixed on the front door, listening for footsteps that never came. The veterinarian examined him the following day. Physically, he wasn't seriously ill. He was dehydrated, underweight, and carrying several untreated ear infections, but none of it explained why he refused to eat. The veterinarian sighed softly. "His body can recover," she told me. "It's his heart I'm worried about." She explained that some dogs experience profound emotional distress after sudden separation from the people they've bonded with. They stop eating, withdraw from interaction, and seem to lose interest in everything around them. Healing takes patience. Not days. Sometimes weeks. So I changed my routine. Instead of trying to convince him to play, I simply shared the room with him. While reading, I sat on the floor nearby. While working on my laptop, I left it beside his blanket. At night, I spoke quietly to him about completely ordinary things, not because I thought he understood every word, but because silence had probably become frightening. For nearly a week, nothing seemed different. Then one morning, as I prepared breakfast, I noticed him watching me from the hallway instead of hiding. It wasn't much. But it was the first time he'd shown curiosity. Later that afternoon, when I walked into another room, I heard the faint clicking of little paws behind me. He had followed. Only a few steps. Then he stopped. The following evening, I offered him a small piece of boiled chicken. Instead of turning away, he sniffed it carefully before taking the tiniest bite. I smiled so hard my face hurt. It wasn't about the food. It was the decision behind it. For the first time since I'd met him, he had chosen tomorrow. Little victories followed. He started greeting me at the door after work. He discovered that tennis balls were worth chasing. He claimed the sunny patch beside the living room window as his favorite afternoon nap spot. One night, while I watched television, I felt something warm against my leg. He had quietly climbed onto the couch and rested his head against me. No hesitation. No fear. Just trust. The veterinarian noticed the change immediately during his next checkup. "Look at him now," she said, smiling as his tail wagged across the exam room floor. "That's a completely different little dog." I decided to call him Chance. Not because life had given him a second chance. Because he had given one to me as well. It's been almost a year now. Every evening, he still walks to the apartment door before bedtime. He stands there for a few seconds, listening to the quiet hallway. Then he turns around, trots back into our home, curls up beside me, and falls asleep without looking back. Sometimes healing isn't about forgetting where you've been. Sometimes it's simply discovering that someone stayed long enough to help you believe in home again.
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The apartment across the courtyard had been empty for nearly a week before anyone noticed the dog. Moving trucks had come and gone over the weekend. Furniture disappeared. The lights stayed off. Management assumed the tenants had simply finished their lease. But every evening, just after sunset, a small white-and-tan Jack Russell Terrier would appear outside the apartment door. He never wandered far. He would lie on the worn welcome mat for hours, lifting his head every time footsteps echoed down the hallway. Whenever the elevator doors opened, his tail would twitch with hope before slowly falling again as another stranger walked past. Most neighbors thought someone would come back for him. No one did. By the fifth day, his bark had changed. It wasn't loud or aggressive. It was quiet, almost pleading, as though he believed if he called often enough, the people he loved might hear him. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Each morning before work, he was there. Each night when I came home, he was still waiting. A maintenance worker finally confirmed what everyone had begun to suspect. The previous tenants had left without taking the dog. No emergency contact. No forwarding address. Nothing. That evening, I carried a bowl of fresh water into the hallway. The little dog didn't move toward it. He simply stared at the apartment door. I placed a blanket nearby and sat several feet away, saying nothing. Nearly an hour passed before he cautiously walked over, drank a few mouthfuls of water, then returned to the same spot outside the empty apartment. The next morning, heavy rain swept through the city. Water blew into the open-air corridor, soaking the doormat where he had spent every night. I couldn't leave him there any longer. When I gently reached toward him, he didn't resist. He was lighter than I expected. Far too light. Inside my apartment, he immediately searched every room before curling into the corner beside my bookshelf. He ignored the expensive dog food I bought that afternoon. He ignored treats. He ignored toys. Even when I sat beside him, he kept his eyes fixed on the front door, listening for footsteps that never came. The veterinarian examined him the following day. Physically, he wasn't seriously ill. He was dehydrated, underweight, and carrying several untreated ear infections, but none of it explained why he refused to eat. The veterinarian sighed softly. "His body can recover," she told me. "It's his heart I'm worried about." She explained that some dogs experience profound emotional distress after sudden separation from the people they've bonded with. They stop eating, withdraw from interaction, and seem to lose interest in everything around them. Healing takes patience. Not days. Sometimes weeks. So I changed my routine. Instead of trying to convince him to play, I simply shared the room with him. While reading, I sat on the floor nearby. While working on my laptop, I left it beside his blanket. At night, I spoke quietly to him about completely ordinary things, not because I thought he understood every word, but because silence had probably become frightening. For nearly a week, nothing seemed different. Then one morning, as I prepared breakfast, I noticed him watching me from the hallway instead of hiding. It wasn't much. But it was the first time he'd shown curiosity. Later that afternoon, when I walked into another room, I heard the faint clicking of little paws behind me. He had followed. Only a few steps. Then he stopped. The following evening, I offered him a small piece of boiled chicken. Instead of turning away, he sniffed it carefully before taking the tiniest bite. I smiled so hard my face hurt. It wasn't about the food. It was the decision behind it. For the first time since I'd met him, he had chosen tomorrow. Little victories followed. He started greeting me at the door after work. He discovered that tennis balls were worth chasing. He claimed the sunny patch beside the living room window as his favorite afternoon nap spot. One night, while I watched television, I felt something warm against my leg. He had quietly climbed onto the couch and rested his head against me. No hesitation. No fear. Just trust. The veterinarian noticed the change immediately during his next checkup. "Look at him now," she said, smiling as his tail wagged across the exam room floor. "That's a completely different little dog." I decided to call him Chance. Not because life had given him a second chance. Because he had given one to me as well. It's been almost a year now. Every evening, he still walks to the apartment door before bedtime. He stands there for a few seconds, listening to the quiet hallway. Then he turns around, trots back into our home, curls up beside me, and falls asleep without looking back. Sometimes healing isn't about forgetting where you've been. Sometimes it's simply discovering that someone stayed long enough to help you believe in home again.

Crazy Moments

41,286 Aufrufe • vor 23 Tagen

😭 had to share this!!! “This was filmed yesterday at the community adoption event in San Diego, California. The dog is Duke, a 10-year-old German Shepherd being showcased for adoption. The veteran is Tech Sergeant James Parker, 39, Air Force, walking through the parking lot heading into the store. Duke served with James in Afghanistan from 2011-2013. When Duke retired from military service two years ago, James couldn't adopt him immediately-rental restrictions. Duke went into the adoption system. James had been searching for months through databases. Yesterday, James was at the pet store buying supplies. Had no idea there was an adoption event happening. Duke was sitting with volunteers at the outdoor table. Watch what happened. James walks through the parking lot. Duke's head snaps up. Sees James. Goes completely rigid. Staring. Then breaks into a full sprint. Rips the leash from the volunteer's hand. Runs straight across the parking lot. Launches into James's chest. Both crash to the ground. Duke frantically checking James's face with his nose. Whining. Tail going insane. James wrapping both arms around Duke. Sobbing. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Everywhere." Volunteer told us: "Duke saw James and just took off. The recognition was instant. l've never seen anything like it." James adopted Duke immediately. Took him home yesterday. Ten years after serving together. Found by complete chance in a parking lot. James told us: "I searched every database for months. Never expected to find him at a random pet store. But Duke found me." Sometimes the reunion you're desperately searching for happens when you're just buying dog food.”- Suzette Johnson Brown! Link below
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😭 had to share this!!! “This was filmed yesterday at the community adoption event in San Diego, California. The dog is Duke, a 10-year-old German Shepherd being showcased for adoption. The veteran is Tech Sergeant James Parker, 39, Air Force, walking through the parking lot heading into the store. Duke served with James in Afghanistan from 2011-2013. When Duke retired from military service two years ago, James couldn't adopt him immediately-rental restrictions. Duke went into the adoption system. James had been searching for months through databases. Yesterday, James was at the pet store buying supplies. Had no idea there was an adoption event happening. Duke was sitting with volunteers at the outdoor table. Watch what happened. James walks through the parking lot. Duke's head snaps up. Sees James. Goes completely rigid. Staring. Then breaks into a full sprint. Rips the leash from the volunteer's hand. Runs straight across the parking lot. Launches into James's chest. Both crash to the ground. Duke frantically checking James's face with his nose. Whining. Tail going insane. James wrapping both arms around Duke. Sobbing. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Everywhere." Volunteer told us: "Duke saw James and just took off. The recognition was instant. l've never seen anything like it." James adopted Duke immediately. Took him home yesterday. Ten years after serving together. Found by complete chance in a parking lot. James told us: "I searched every database for months. Never expected to find him at a random pet store. But Duke found me." Sometimes the reunion you're desperately searching for happens when you're just buying dog food.”- Suzette Johnson Brown! Link below

Frank Frankstopherson

83,128 Aufrufe • vor 23 Tagen

An old "friend" sent me a voice note on WhatsApp. He was fishing for information. So I lied to him. Here's why: You know that one person from back home. Acts nice. Smiles in your face. But you can FEEL the energy. They don't want updates — they want ammunition. He heard I might be in town for Ramadan and wanted to "check in." I told him I'm in Dubai. Just to watch what he'd say next. And he didn't disappoint. "Oh… I thought you'd come see your mom and dad." What he doesn't know is my parents are currently traveling the world. Living their best life. No stress. No worries. That chapter is handled. I said "no" and kept it moving. Then came the real question he wanted to ask all along. "So how's life… still studying? Still in school or what?" There it is. The status check disguised as concern. I told him I'm looking for a job. Meanwhile I'm printing 9 figures a year. Old me would've take a picture of the watch im wearing Sent a view from the Villa. Dropped a receipt just to watch him choke on it. But I didn't send a single thing. And I know exactly what he's doing next — calling every mutual friends saying "bro he's still job hunting lol." Good. Let him. I felt nothing. No urge. No itch. Complete peace. This is what nobody tells you about winning. At some point you stack so many W's in silence that you stop needing anyone to see them. You validate yourself internally. The scoreboard is in your head — and it's full. Now I just live. Move how I want. Buy what I want. Go where I want. Some people in real life think I'm flexing. I'm not. This is just Tuesday (while Today is Saturday and im in my office working) for me now. The trenches paid off. Quietly.
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An old "friend" sent me a voice note on WhatsApp. He was fishing for information. So I lied to him. Here's why: You know that one person from back home. Acts nice. Smiles in your face. But you can FEEL the energy. They don't want updates — they want ammunition. He heard I might be in town for Ramadan and wanted to "check in." I told him I'm in Dubai. Just to watch what he'd say next. And he didn't disappoint. "Oh… I thought you'd come see your mom and dad." What he doesn't know is my parents are currently traveling the world. Living their best life. No stress. No worries. That chapter is handled. I said "no" and kept it moving. Then came the real question he wanted to ask all along. "So how's life… still studying? Still in school or what?" There it is. The status check disguised as concern. I told him I'm looking for a job. Meanwhile I'm printing 9 figures a year. Old me would've take a picture of the watch im wearing Sent a view from the Villa. Dropped a receipt just to watch him choke on it. But I didn't send a single thing. And I know exactly what he's doing next — calling every mutual friends saying "bro he's still job hunting lol." Good. Let him. I felt nothing. No urge. No itch. Complete peace. This is what nobody tells you about winning. At some point you stack so many W's in silence that you stop needing anyone to see them. You validate yourself internally. The scoreboard is in your head — and it's full. Now I just live. Move how I want. Buy what I want. Go where I want. Some people in real life think I'm flexing. I'm not. This is just Tuesday (while Today is Saturday and im in my office working) for me now. The trenches paid off. Quietly.

Zakaria_airakaz

20,199 Aufrufe • vor 5 Monaten

If you ever wondered what level of desperation the british press is at when it comes to seeing Prince William acknowledge Harry publicly, look no further than how they are salivating and extrapolating at a simple mention of the name "Harry" by William🤭🤦🏽‍♀️ In a new trailer for his Homeward documentary which will air this Wednesday on ITV, Prince William mentioned how his mother inspired his work on homelessness saying: "My mother took me to the Passage, she took Harry and I both there. I'd never been to anything like that before and I was a bit anxious as to what to expect"🔥 "My mother went about her usual part of making everyone feel relaxed and having a joke with everyone...I remember having some good conversation, playing chess and chatting. You meet people, like I did then, who put a different perspective in your head."❤️ A beautiful quote that has now been hijacked by the press who latched onto the name "harry" mentioned publicly for the first time in 6 years. And now an olive tree somewhere seem to have lost a branch🤡 And now the ex royal butler is on TV wondering how long they have been facetiming behind doors🤡 Soon, we will hear how Harry has moved to adelaide cottage with W&C🤡 What is very interesting here, is how effective William's silence has been. By refusing to engage in any sort of way in the drama, William has starved both H&m and the british press of the drama they craved😏 The question here is Why would William airbrush Harry out of his past? He has proven he does not hold any grudge against Harry. In fact, we saw that He still has pictures of him and harry is still the brother who went to the homeless charity with Diana and William. That is an actual fact. So it would be extremely small to airbrush Harry out of a story that involved him. It is rather Harry who is small and petty and who wiped William out of Invictus when William helped set it up and was involved in more pertinent ways than Harry, simply out of Jealousy🤷🏽‍♀️ However, the Homeward Doc is not about Harry but rather about contextualising how Diana influenced BOTH of her sons toward being sensitive to Homelessness. Yet, out of both sons, ONLY WILLIAM decided to do something about it🔥 THAT is the big reveal here. Diana exposed both sons but Only one was impacted enough and cared enough to decide to make a difference toward Homelessness❤️ This is the work that the documentary will highlight. Not any brotherly relationship or olive branch or facetiming between H and W🤡 A rather interesting highlight was learning how George, Charlotte and Louis are already aware of the problem of homelessness the UK faces. Prince William introduced the topic saying that when he was younger and Diana took his brother and him on school runs, he would wonder about the homeless on the streets: "When you are that small, you are just curious and trying to work out what's going on," "You ask the question 'why are they sitting there?' My mother would talk to us a bit about why they were there and it definitely made a really big impact."❤️ Indeed, it made a big impact enough to galvanise him into working with the homeless charity for 19 years and today, creating housing and a rehabilitation system, supported by local agencies, to help solve the issue🥺 In 1993, his mother introduced him to a cause he will carry in life. Today, 31 years later and a father himself, it is William's turn to teach his children about who the people sleeping on the side of the streets are: "The first few times I thought 'do I bring this up or should I wait to see if they notice? Sure enough, they did. They were sort of in silence when I said what was going on."🔥 Our first teachers in life are our Parents. Children look up to parents for guidance in life. Thus, It is reassuring to know that W&C are raising well balanced children taught to show care and compassion to others and above all, to help and serve the british public❤️☕️ 📹ITVx
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If you ever wondered what level of desperation the british press is at when it comes to seeing Prince William acknowledge Harry publicly, look no further than how they are salivating and extrapolating at a simple mention of the name "Harry" by William🤭🤦🏽‍♀️ In a new trailer for his Homeward documentary which will air this Wednesday on ITV, Prince William mentioned how his mother inspired his work on homelessness saying: "My mother took me to the Passage, she took Harry and I both there. I'd never been to anything like that before and I was a bit anxious as to what to expect"🔥 "My mother went about her usual part of making everyone feel relaxed and having a joke with everyone...I remember having some good conversation, playing chess and chatting. You meet people, like I did then, who put a different perspective in your head."❤️ A beautiful quote that has now been hijacked by the press who latched onto the name "harry" mentioned publicly for the first time in 6 years. And now an olive tree somewhere seem to have lost a branch🤡 And now the ex royal butler is on TV wondering how long they have been facetiming behind doors🤡 Soon, we will hear how Harry has moved to adelaide cottage with W&C🤡 What is very interesting here, is how effective William's silence has been. By refusing to engage in any sort of way in the drama, William has starved both H&m and the british press of the drama they craved😏 The question here is Why would William airbrush Harry out of his past? He has proven he does not hold any grudge against Harry. In fact, we saw that He still has pictures of him and harry is still the brother who went to the homeless charity with Diana and William. That is an actual fact. So it would be extremely small to airbrush Harry out of a story that involved him. It is rather Harry who is small and petty and who wiped William out of Invictus when William helped set it up and was involved in more pertinent ways than Harry, simply out of Jealousy🤷🏽‍♀️ However, the Homeward Doc is not about Harry but rather about contextualising how Diana influenced BOTH of her sons toward being sensitive to Homelessness. Yet, out of both sons, ONLY WILLIAM decided to do something about it🔥 THAT is the big reveal here. Diana exposed both sons but Only one was impacted enough and cared enough to decide to make a difference toward Homelessness❤️ This is the work that the documentary will highlight. Not any brotherly relationship or olive branch or facetiming between H and W🤡 A rather interesting highlight was learning how George, Charlotte and Louis are already aware of the problem of homelessness the UK faces. Prince William introduced the topic saying that when he was younger and Diana took his brother and him on school runs, he would wonder about the homeless on the streets: "When you are that small, you are just curious and trying to work out what's going on," "You ask the question 'why are they sitting there?' My mother would talk to us a bit about why they were there and it definitely made a really big impact."❤️ Indeed, it made a big impact enough to galvanise him into working with the homeless charity for 19 years and today, creating housing and a rehabilitation system, supported by local agencies, to help solve the issue🥺 In 1993, his mother introduced him to a cause he will carry in life. Today, 31 years later and a father himself, it is William's turn to teach his children about who the people sleeping on the side of the streets are: "The first few times I thought 'do I bring this up or should I wait to see if they notice? Sure enough, they did. They were sort of in silence when I said what was going on."🔥 Our first teachers in life are our Parents. Children look up to parents for guidance in life. Thus, It is reassuring to know that W&C are raising well balanced children taught to show care and compassion to others and above all, to help and serve the british public❤️☕️ 📹ITVx

Canellecitadelle

104,953 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

NEW QUESTIONS REGARDING THE CHARLIE KIRK ASSASSINATION (MORE ARE POPPING UP EVERY HOUR): An event 1/4 of this size with a nobody speaker would have ambulances immediately on scene for emergency situations like this. So why was Charlie Kirk instead stuffed into a predetermined SUV, that would have to follow traffic laws on the way to the hospital, with no medical supplies, no oxygen, and no medical personnel? He's carried there by 6 dudes (including the SAME 2 GUYS that were making the umpire hand signals seconds before the shot (white hat/white shirt guy and black shirt/black sunglasses guy) The black sunglasses guy also appears to be THE SAME PERSON that was on Trump's secret service team the day he was also shot...? (see attached pic) Nobody carrying Charlie is applying pressure to the neck wound as they run him to the car. Instead, they are just letting his head violently flop all over the place, the last thing you would do following a traumatic neck injury And despite the above carelessness with a gaping neck wound...there isn't a single drop of blood anywhere on the ground, his shoes, or any of the people carrying him 🤔 How come there are new camera angles of the shot emerging showing the blood coming out not from his neck...but from under his shirt, more in the upper-chest area? Many have forgotten that the eyewitness reports on the day of the event were saying they saw him get shot in the CHEST. The story didn't change to NECK until after those 2-3 videos we've all seen spread across the internet like wildfire, which as my original post demonstrated, had some pretty weird, potentially AI-looking inconsistencies (ring changing fingers, black dot on the top-right of his shirt moving diagonally up and seemingly BECOMING the bullet hole wound, the wound itself shifting slightly to the side when watching frame-by-frame, etc.) Could this have something to do with why some video-analyzing sleuths are spotting a black object inside the collar of Charlie's shirt, right in the area this blood is coming out in the above-mentioned angles? (See the attached video where I included clips of all of these new discoveries) Additionally, is it a complete coincidence that the freemasonic #33 has been spammed ALL OVER the event, AND the following investigation? Stacks of hats on the stage adding up to 33, supposed murderer driving 3 hours to get there, 3K people in attendance, "300 cases of politically-motivated violence since January 6th" being reported across Yahoo and other MSM outlets, manhunt lasting exactly 33 hours (Kash Patel even corrected himself after saying 36 hours, to make sure everyone heard 33 on the livestream), and many more such examples And ANOTHER coincidence, that the man they've pinned all of this on looks exactly like Lee Harvey Oswald, one of the most classic patsies in the history of US Government cinema? What about the Jew decoy they trotted out (George Zinn), who also just happens to be a key witness that reported seeing planes flying into the twin towers on 9/11/01, AND has connections to the Boston Marathon bombing? How did the supposed shooter—according to the official story we're being given—take apart the gun and stuff it in his backpack & pants in seconds (not possible according to experts), then escape the scene without being seen lugging around these giant gun parts, then REASSEMBLE THE GUN BACK TOGETHER AGAIN to leave it nicely in a box in the forest. What??? Passports found underneath the world trade center, anyone? Why was Kash Patel wining & dining at a "swanky Italian restaurant in NYC" just hours after Charlie—his self-proclaimed "best friend"—was brutally murdered live on the world stage? He has a private jet - why didn't he use it to go there and investigate? What are the odds that at the exact same time Charlie was shot, there was a big senate hearing going on regarding the Epstein files, in which they concluded they were not going to release them? (A convenient time for a distraction) What are the odds that Trump and Bibi Netanyahu—in completely different timezones and with completely different schedules—posted a "Pray for Charlie" tweet at the exact same time, to the minute? How was a book titled "The Shooting Of Charlie Kirk" published on Amazon on September 9th...then quickly taken down from the website? And what about that "Charlie Kirk Dead at 31" song posted on Soundcloud a month ago? Many have commented that, after watching the Erika Kirk TPUSA press conference video, they intuitively got weird vibes from it, sensing that it appears she is acting. I won't inject any personal opinion on this one - go watch it for yourself, and draw your own conclusions. ALL OF THIS SAID: It could not be any more blatantly obvious that whether or not all of the above bizarre occurrences are just incompetence, insane coincidences, or some mixture of the two, there is something very big going on behind the scenes here, and we've been fed a gigantic plate of lies over the last few days of unfolding events, with most of the internet is eating it up faster than Kash Patel at a swanky Italian restaurant in NYC. The only question is: how deep do the lies surrounding this situation go? (Watch the final attached video for many different levels of speculation, for you to come to your own conclusions on where you draw the line) Question everything. Always.
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NEW QUESTIONS REGARDING THE CHARLIE KIRK ASSASSINATION (MORE ARE POPPING UP EVERY HOUR): An event 1/4 of this size with a nobody speaker would have ambulances immediately on scene for emergency situations like this. So why was Charlie Kirk instead stuffed into a predetermined SUV, that would have to follow traffic laws on the way to the hospital, with no medical supplies, no oxygen, and no medical personnel? He's carried there by 6 dudes (including the SAME 2 GUYS that were making the umpire hand signals seconds before the shot (white hat/white shirt guy and black shirt/black sunglasses guy) The black sunglasses guy also appears to be THE SAME PERSON that was on Trump's secret service team the day he was also shot...? (see attached pic) Nobody carrying Charlie is applying pressure to the neck wound as they run him to the car. Instead, they are just letting his head violently flop all over the place, the last thing you would do following a traumatic neck injury And despite the above carelessness with a gaping neck wound...there isn't a single drop of blood anywhere on the ground, his shoes, or any of the people carrying him 🤔 How come there are new camera angles of the shot emerging showing the blood coming out not from his neck...but from under his shirt, more in the upper-chest area? Many have forgotten that the eyewitness reports on the day of the event were saying they saw him get shot in the CHEST. The story didn't change to NECK until after those 2-3 videos we've all seen spread across the internet like wildfire, which as my original post demonstrated, had some pretty weird, potentially AI-looking inconsistencies (ring changing fingers, black dot on the top-right of his shirt moving diagonally up and seemingly BECOMING the bullet hole wound, the wound itself shifting slightly to the side when watching frame-by-frame, etc.) Could this have something to do with why some video-analyzing sleuths are spotting a black object inside the collar of Charlie's shirt, right in the area this blood is coming out in the above-mentioned angles? (See the attached video where I included clips of all of these new discoveries) Additionally, is it a complete coincidence that the freemasonic #33 has been spammed ALL OVER the event, AND the following investigation? Stacks of hats on the stage adding up to 33, supposed murderer driving 3 hours to get there, 3K people in attendance, "300 cases of politically-motivated violence since January 6th" being reported across Yahoo and other MSM outlets, manhunt lasting exactly 33 hours (Kash Patel even corrected himself after saying 36 hours, to make sure everyone heard 33 on the livestream), and many more such examples And ANOTHER coincidence, that the man they've pinned all of this on looks exactly like Lee Harvey Oswald, one of the most classic patsies in the history of US Government cinema? What about the Jew decoy they trotted out (George Zinn), who also just happens to be a key witness that reported seeing planes flying into the twin towers on 9/11/01, AND has connections to the Boston Marathon bombing? How did the supposed shooter—according to the official story we're being given—take apart the gun and stuff it in his backpack & pants in seconds (not possible according to experts), then escape the scene without being seen lugging around these giant gun parts, then REASSEMBLE THE GUN BACK TOGETHER AGAIN to leave it nicely in a box in the forest. What??? Passports found underneath the world trade center, anyone? Why was Kash Patel wining & dining at a "swanky Italian restaurant in NYC" just hours after Charlie—his self-proclaimed "best friend"—was brutally murdered live on the world stage? He has a private jet - why didn't he use it to go there and investigate? What are the odds that at the exact same time Charlie was shot, there was a big senate hearing going on regarding the Epstein files, in which they concluded they were not going to release them? (A convenient time for a distraction) What are the odds that Trump and Bibi Netanyahu—in completely different timezones and with completely different schedules—posted a "Pray for Charlie" tweet at the exact same time, to the minute? How was a book titled "The Shooting Of Charlie Kirk" published on Amazon on September 9th...then quickly taken down from the website? And what about that "Charlie Kirk Dead at 31" song posted on Soundcloud a month ago? Many have commented that, after watching the Erika Kirk TPUSA press conference video, they intuitively got weird vibes from it, sensing that it appears she is acting. I won't inject any personal opinion on this one - go watch it for yourself, and draw your own conclusions. ALL OF THIS SAID: It could not be any more blatantly obvious that whether or not all of the above bizarre occurrences are just incompetence, insane coincidences, or some mixture of the two, there is something very big going on behind the scenes here, and we've been fed a gigantic plate of lies over the last few days of unfolding events, with most of the internet is eating it up faster than Kash Patel at a swanky Italian restaurant in NYC. The only question is: how deep do the lies surrounding this situation go? (Watch the final attached video for many different levels of speculation, for you to come to your own conclusions on where you draw the line) Question everything. Always.

₿en Wehrman

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THIS ENTIRE CINEMATIC ACTION SHOT WAS GENERATED WITH AI. AND YOU CAN SEE EXACTLY HOW IT WAS MADE. Higgsfield has just open-sourced its Originals, giving creators full access to the workflow behind some of its best productions. For every project you can inspect: → the complete prompt → every image and audio reference → the exact generation settings, including model, quality and resolution This scene combines a continuous one-take camera move, large-scale naval combat, realistic explosions, character consistency and cinematic pacing, all driven by a single prompt. Nothing is hidden. You can study it, copy it, recreate it or use it as the starting point for your own projects. Full prompt: "SCENE CONTEXT One continuous shot. The camera faces down the wrecked, burning deck toward the BOW of the ship — and Eduardo, blown off the raised STERN DECK behind the camera by a blast, comes FLYING IN from ABOVE AND BEHIND — leaping off the second level, sailing in over the lens on a forward arc, through raining seawater — slams onto the MAIN deck one level below, AHEAD of the camera, and rolls through a tumbling somersault, momentum carrying him toward the bow. Two crewmen flee past him — one leaps overboard. Eduardo fights his way toward the bow under incoming fire: an explosion bursts on his LEFT — he dodges away and is knocked down; he struggles back to his feet — a second explosion on his RIGHT — he ducks and shields behind debris; then he breaks into a sprint for the bow — the camera sweeps around ahead of him and settles OFF THE BOW, FRONTAL: he leaps over the bow rail TOWARD the camera, the ship filling the background behind him — and THE INSTANT he clears the rail, a COLOSSAL explosion consumes the ship behind him: the blast wall catches him MID-AIR and he VANISHES inside it — he never escapes. The cloud overtakes the camera; the frame floods to 100% smoke and dust. The shot ENDS inside the dust: no transition, no reveal — it holds to the end. ACTIVE REFERENCES >> — lean pirate captain, dark curly hair falling free from under a dusty mustard-yellow cloth bandana, a small white shark tooth pinned to the front of the bandana above his temple, thin moustache, gold hoop earrings, cream linen shirt under a worn brown leather waistcoat, cloth sash and leather belts. 100% matches the reference; the man fighting down the deck toward the bow. >> — Eduardo's galleon: pale square sails, tall wooden sterncastle. 100% matches the reference; controls the ship's exterior — sails, masts, rigging and hull; already battle-damaged in this shot — burst bulwark, smoldering rigging, debris on the deck. >> — the deck of the same galleon seen FROM THE RAISED STERN DECK LOOKING FORWARD TOWARD THE BOW: the great wheel and brass compass binnacle in the near foreground, an ornate lantern post, a carved balustrade, a staircase descending to the long MAIN deck — weathered planking, small cannons along both rails, black gratings, coiled ropes, the mainmast amidships, the forecastle and bow in the far depth, open sea on both sides. 100% matches the reference; controls the full on-deck geography, set dressing AND the shot's base viewing direction — from the stern toward the bow. >> — calm bright sea, glittering sun path, hazy horizon. Controls water and sky atmosphere only. >> — weathered pirate crewmen (bandanas, rough shirts, vests). 100% match the reference; TWO of them appear early in the shot, fleeing — one leaps overboard. LOCATION MAP The deck of >> aboard >> on >> — the raised stern deck (wheel, binnacle, balustrade) at the BACK, the staircase down, the long main deck with cannons, gratings and the mainmast running FORWARD to the distant BOW, exactly as on the reference — the main deck now a wrecked corridor of splintered planks, fallen spars, torn rigging and small fires. The camera sits at the forward edge of the raised stern deck, just past the wheel, LOOKING FORWARD along the whole deck toward the bow — the reference's own vantage; the wheel and binnacle may edge the near foreground. The bow rail and bowsprit are the destination, background-center, open sea beyond them. Sea and smoke beyond the broken side rails; seawater from near-miss columns rains down over the deck in the opening. FIRST FRAME / BLOCKING First frame: deck level, MS, camera facing down the wrecked deck toward the BOW in the background-center — the view of >>: from the stern-deck edge the long main deck runs away to the bow and bowsprit against open sea and sky, cannons along both rails, the mainmast mid-depth, smoke streaming across the frame, small fires burning left and right, seawater spray falling across the deck like rain, the deck listing, loose gear sliding; the wheel and binnacle just behind/beside the camera, edging the near foreground. Eduardo is NOT in the first frame; within the first half second he comes off that second level behind the camera — his body sweeping in OVER the lens from above and behind, boots crossing the top of the frame, flying FORWARD and DOWN one deck-height into the depth of the shot toward the bow. FORMAT MODE One continuous shot — the camera does not cut on its own. The shot ENDS inside the dust whiteout; there is NO location change and NO reveal after it. PHASE 1 — the landing and the gauntlet: >> comes FLYING IN from ABOVE AND BEHIND the camera — blown off the stern deck by a blast, his body sweeping in over the lens and arcing DOWN-AND-FORWARD one full deck-height onto the main deck below, arms out in front of him, back to camera — falling THROUGH a curtain of seawater raining down from a collapsed near-miss column; he SLAMS onto the wet MAIN-deck planks in the depth of the frame and rolls through a hard tumbling somersault AWAY from the lens, toward the bow, water bursting off him and the boards, scattering debris, coming up to a crouch facing the bow, soaked and shaken. TWO crewmen of >> bolt past him in panic — one sprints aft past the camera, the other vaults the side rail and LEAPS OVERBOARD, legs kicking. Eduardo starts working down the deck toward the bow, camera following behind. An incoming round EXPLODES on his LEFT — a burst of flame, planks and spray — he flinches away to the right and is knocked off his feet onto the deck. He struggles up, heavy and unsteady, one hand pushing off a fallen spar — and a second round EXPLODES on his RIGHT — he ducks hard, shielding his head behind a broken mast stump, debris raining over him. PHASE 2 — the sprint, the frontal jump, the blast, the dust: he shoves off and breaks into a desperate sprint at 12 km/h for the bow — and as he runs, the camera SWEEPS AROUND him in one continuous arc, ending positioned OFF THE BOW, out over the open water, FACING BACK at the ship: now Eduardo sprints STRAIGHT AT THE CAMERA, the burning ship towering behind him. He plants one boot on the bow rail and LEAPS OVERBOARD TOWARD THE CAMERA — body launching up and out over the water, frontal, face and reaching arms filling the frame — and THE INSTANT he clears the rail, mid-air, the ENTIRE SHIP EXPLODES behind him in full view: a colossal white flash silhouetting his flying body for two frames, the whole vessel going up in one blast — and the expanding wall of flame-lit smoke and debris CATCHES HIM IN THE AIR from behind, swallowing his silhouette whole before he can fall clear — he VANISHES inside the explosion, never escaping it — and the cloud overtakes the lens, the dust filling 100% of the frame. The dust churns, a deep orange glow pulsing inside it and fading. HOLD inside the full dust to the last frame — the generation ENDS here, inside the dust. He never reaches the water; the blast takes him mid-air. OPTICS 47° neutral through the landing, the gauntlet and the jump. No drift. Focus rides Eduardo throughout; in the final dust the frame is pure particulate with no fixed plane. CAMERA Handheld chase behind him for the entire shot, deck level, always looking TOWARD THE BOW — footstep energy visible, jolted by each explosion; in phase 2 it accelerates after his sprint, then arcs around him in one unbroken move and settles off the bow over the water, FRONTAL to Eduardo — he runs and leaps straight into the lens with the ship in the background of his jump. The final blast is the WHOLE SHIP exploding behind his airborne body — a colossal flash, then the wall of smoke bursting forward, swallowing him mid-air and then the lens — the camera stays buried, holding inside the churning dust until the end. ACTION Strict order of events: flying entry from above through falling seawater → hard landing roll (somersault over one shoulder, forward momentum carrying the roll toward the bow, ending in a crouch) → two crewmen flee past, one over the side → left explosion → dodge right → knocked down → a hard, clumsy struggle back to his feet → right explosion → duck and shield behind the mast stump → shove off → full sprint to the bow, camera arcing around to meet him head-on → one boot on the rail → LEAP overboard straight toward the camera → THE INSTANT he clears the rail, the ENTIRE SHIP EXPLODES behind him → the blast wall catches him MID-AIR and swallows him whole → the cloud overtakes the camera → dust to 100% → hold in the dust → END. He never escapes and never reaches the water. Each explosion visibly moves his body: the first throws him down, the second folds him behind cover. PERFORMANCE During the gauntlet: jaw clenched, eyes fixed forward, water streaming off his face after the landing. The fleeing crewmen are pure panic — arms pumping, one glance back, the vault over the rail desperate. In the final sprint: full commitment, arms reaching for the rail, eyes wide — in the jump: full commitment, arms reaching at the lens, eyes wide — and mid-air the world behind him turns white: his flying silhouette swallowed by the blast, reaching hands the last thing visible. PHYSICS The flying entry has true ballistic momentum: he arrives on an arc from above, and the landing roll absorbs it — impact compresses the body, the somersault carries the leftover energy, no weightless float. Falling seawater has real weight — it rains in heavy drops and sheets, splashing off planks, soaking cloth so it clings and darkens. The listing deck tilts his movement; debris has weight and stops his foot when hit. The two deck explosions throw real shockwaves — planks lift, flame flashes then roll into smoke, and Eduardo's falls carry true body weight, hard contact with the deck, no bounce. The overboard crewman drops with real gravity. The final whole-ship explosion obeys mass: the shockwave arrives first — cloth and hair snap flat, the deck bucks under his planted boot — then the fireball's light, then the wall of smoke and debris, heavy pieces falling short, fine dust travelling farthest and swallowing the frame. Dust churns with internal motion, dense, filling every corner of the frame. LIGHTING High sea daylight 5600K, hardened by fire-glow accents from the deck fires and smoke shadow sweeping the deck; falling water catches the sun as bright streaks; each of the two explosions throws a brief warm flash from its side of the frame. The final whole-ship blast: two frames of white-hot overexposure flooding from behind, then deep fire-orange glow inside the rolling dust, fading toward neutral grey-brown as the frame holds and ends. AUDIO Phase 1: a whistling whoosh as he drops in, heavy water raining on planks, a THUD and clatter of the landing roll, grunt, ragged breath; panicked boots of the fleeing crewmen, a yell and a distant splash as one goes over the side; then BOOM left, ringing ears, his grunt as he hits the deck; scrabbling boots; BOOM right, debris pattering down over him. Phase 2: sprinting boots hammering the deck, the wooden knock of his boot on the bow rail, half a beat of pure wind as he hangs in the air — then ONE colossal BOOM as the whole ship goes up behind him, the deepest sound of the film, cracking timber and folding masts inside the roar, everything collapsing into a muffled ring, sound buried with the picture — the ring and the churn of dust holding to the last frame. No music. STYLE Photoreal live-action, fine film grain, real pyrotechnic and particulate language, one unbroken take, 8K master. POSITIVE LOCKS One continuous shot; the camera stays at deck level, behind Eduardo, always looking TOWARD THE BOW. The shot OPENS with Eduardo NOT in frame; he flies in from ABOVE AND BEHIND the camera, over the lens, on a forward arc toward the bow, through falling seawater, and lands in a tumbling roll ahead of the camera — he does not walk into frame and never appears standing before the landing. Exactly TWO fleeing crewmen: one runs aft, one leaps overboard — they appear only in the opening beat. The deck explosions land in strict order after his landing: first LEFT of him (he dodges and falls), then RIGHT of him (he ducks behind cover), then the final blast — the ENTIRE SHIP exploding the INSTANT he clears the bow rail — three explosions total, no more. The jump is FRONTAL: the camera faces Eduardo from off the bow, he leaps toward the lens with the exploding ship behind him in frame. HE NEVER ESCAPES: the blast wall catches him MID-AIR and he vanishes inside the explosion before he can fall clear — no water contact, no landing, no survival beat; the dust swallows him and then the lens. The deck matches >> throughout the run — the shot holds the reference's vantage: from the stern deck forward to the bow, wheel and binnacle at the near edge of frame, never ahead of him; sails, masts and hull match >>. The dust reaches 100% frame coverage and the shot ENDS inside the dust: the frame stays fully dust-filled to the last frame, no clearing, no new location, no reveal. Eduardo's head: mustard-yellow bandana with the small white shark tooth at the front, hair loose." Made with Seedance 2.0 on Higgsfield AI. Full open-sourced prompts & assets below 👇
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THIS ENTIRE CINEMATIC ACTION SHOT WAS GENERATED WITH AI. AND YOU CAN SEE EXACTLY HOW IT WAS MADE. Higgsfield has just open-sourced its Originals, giving creators full access to the workflow behind some of its best productions. For every project you can inspect: → the complete prompt → every image and audio reference → the exact generation settings, including model, quality and resolution This scene combines a continuous one-take camera move, large-scale naval combat, realistic explosions, character consistency and cinematic pacing, all driven by a single prompt. Nothing is hidden. You can study it, copy it, recreate it or use it as the starting point for your own projects. Full prompt: "SCENE CONTEXT One continuous shot. The camera faces down the wrecked, burning deck toward the BOW of the ship — and Eduardo, blown off the raised STERN DECK behind the camera by a blast, comes FLYING IN from ABOVE AND BEHIND — leaping off the second level, sailing in over the lens on a forward arc, through raining seawater — slams onto the MAIN deck one level below, AHEAD of the camera, and rolls through a tumbling somersault, momentum carrying him toward the bow. Two crewmen flee past him — one leaps overboard. Eduardo fights his way toward the bow under incoming fire: an explosion bursts on his LEFT — he dodges away and is knocked down; he struggles back to his feet — a second explosion on his RIGHT — he ducks and shields behind debris; then he breaks into a sprint for the bow — the camera sweeps around ahead of him and settles OFF THE BOW, FRONTAL: he leaps over the bow rail TOWARD the camera, the ship filling the background behind him — and THE INSTANT he clears the rail, a COLOSSAL explosion consumes the ship behind him: the blast wall catches him MID-AIR and he VANISHES inside it — he never escapes. The cloud overtakes the camera; the frame floods to 100% smoke and dust. The shot ENDS inside the dust: no transition, no reveal — it holds to the end. ACTIVE REFERENCES >> — lean pirate captain, dark curly hair falling free from under a dusty mustard-yellow cloth bandana, a small white shark tooth pinned to the front of the bandana above his temple, thin moustache, gold hoop earrings, cream linen shirt under a worn brown leather waistcoat, cloth sash and leather belts. 100% matches the reference; the man fighting down the deck toward the bow. >> — Eduardo's galleon: pale square sails, tall wooden sterncastle. 100% matches the reference; controls the ship's exterior — sails, masts, rigging and hull; already battle-damaged in this shot — burst bulwark, smoldering rigging, debris on the deck. >> — the deck of the same galleon seen FROM THE RAISED STERN DECK LOOKING FORWARD TOWARD THE BOW: the great wheel and brass compass binnacle in the near foreground, an ornate lantern post, a carved balustrade, a staircase descending to the long MAIN deck — weathered planking, small cannons along both rails, black gratings, coiled ropes, the mainmast amidships, the forecastle and bow in the far depth, open sea on both sides. 100% matches the reference; controls the full on-deck geography, set dressing AND the shot's base viewing direction — from the stern toward the bow. >> — calm bright sea, glittering sun path, hazy horizon. Controls water and sky atmosphere only. >> — weathered pirate crewmen (bandanas, rough shirts, vests). 100% match the reference; TWO of them appear early in the shot, fleeing — one leaps overboard. LOCATION MAP The deck of >> aboard >> on >> — the raised stern deck (wheel, binnacle, balustrade) at the BACK, the staircase down, the long main deck with cannons, gratings and the mainmast running FORWARD to the distant BOW, exactly as on the reference — the main deck now a wrecked corridor of splintered planks, fallen spars, torn rigging and small fires. The camera sits at the forward edge of the raised stern deck, just past the wheel, LOOKING FORWARD along the whole deck toward the bow — the reference's own vantage; the wheel and binnacle may edge the near foreground. The bow rail and bowsprit are the destination, background-center, open sea beyond them. Sea and smoke beyond the broken side rails; seawater from near-miss columns rains down over the deck in the opening. FIRST FRAME / BLOCKING First frame: deck level, MS, camera facing down the wrecked deck toward the BOW in the background-center — the view of >>: from the stern-deck edge the long main deck runs away to the bow and bowsprit against open sea and sky, cannons along both rails, the mainmast mid-depth, smoke streaming across the frame, small fires burning left and right, seawater spray falling across the deck like rain, the deck listing, loose gear sliding; the wheel and binnacle just behind/beside the camera, edging the near foreground. Eduardo is NOT in the first frame; within the first half second he comes off that second level behind the camera — his body sweeping in OVER the lens from above and behind, boots crossing the top of the frame, flying FORWARD and DOWN one deck-height into the depth of the shot toward the bow. FORMAT MODE One continuous shot — the camera does not cut on its own. The shot ENDS inside the dust whiteout; there is NO location change and NO reveal after it. PHASE 1 — the landing and the gauntlet: >> comes FLYING IN from ABOVE AND BEHIND the camera — blown off the stern deck by a blast, his body sweeping in over the lens and arcing DOWN-AND-FORWARD one full deck-height onto the main deck below, arms out in front of him, back to camera — falling THROUGH a curtain of seawater raining down from a collapsed near-miss column; he SLAMS onto the wet MAIN-deck planks in the depth of the frame and rolls through a hard tumbling somersault AWAY from the lens, toward the bow, water bursting off him and the boards, scattering debris, coming up to a crouch facing the bow, soaked and shaken. TWO crewmen of >> bolt past him in panic — one sprints aft past the camera, the other vaults the side rail and LEAPS OVERBOARD, legs kicking. Eduardo starts working down the deck toward the bow, camera following behind. An incoming round EXPLODES on his LEFT — a burst of flame, planks and spray — he flinches away to the right and is knocked off his feet onto the deck. He struggles up, heavy and unsteady, one hand pushing off a fallen spar — and a second round EXPLODES on his RIGHT — he ducks hard, shielding his head behind a broken mast stump, debris raining over him. PHASE 2 — the sprint, the frontal jump, the blast, the dust: he shoves off and breaks into a desperate sprint at 12 km/h for the bow — and as he runs, the camera SWEEPS AROUND him in one continuous arc, ending positioned OFF THE BOW, out over the open water, FACING BACK at the ship: now Eduardo sprints STRAIGHT AT THE CAMERA, the burning ship towering behind him. He plants one boot on the bow rail and LEAPS OVERBOARD TOWARD THE CAMERA — body launching up and out over the water, frontal, face and reaching arms filling the frame — and THE INSTANT he clears the rail, mid-air, the ENTIRE SHIP EXPLODES behind him in full view: a colossal white flash silhouetting his flying body for two frames, the whole vessel going up in one blast — and the expanding wall of flame-lit smoke and debris CATCHES HIM IN THE AIR from behind, swallowing his silhouette whole before he can fall clear — he VANISHES inside the explosion, never escaping it — and the cloud overtakes the lens, the dust filling 100% of the frame. The dust churns, a deep orange glow pulsing inside it and fading. HOLD inside the full dust to the last frame — the generation ENDS here, inside the dust. He never reaches the water; the blast takes him mid-air. OPTICS 47° neutral through the landing, the gauntlet and the jump. No drift. Focus rides Eduardo throughout; in the final dust the frame is pure particulate with no fixed plane. CAMERA Handheld chase behind him for the entire shot, deck level, always looking TOWARD THE BOW — footstep energy visible, jolted by each explosion; in phase 2 it accelerates after his sprint, then arcs around him in one unbroken move and settles off the bow over the water, FRONTAL to Eduardo — he runs and leaps straight into the lens with the ship in the background of his jump. The final blast is the WHOLE SHIP exploding behind his airborne body — a colossal flash, then the wall of smoke bursting forward, swallowing him mid-air and then the lens — the camera stays buried, holding inside the churning dust until the end. ACTION Strict order of events: flying entry from above through falling seawater → hard landing roll (somersault over one shoulder, forward momentum carrying the roll toward the bow, ending in a crouch) → two crewmen flee past, one over the side → left explosion → dodge right → knocked down → a hard, clumsy struggle back to his feet → right explosion → duck and shield behind the mast stump → shove off → full sprint to the bow, camera arcing around to meet him head-on → one boot on the rail → LEAP overboard straight toward the camera → THE INSTANT he clears the rail, the ENTIRE SHIP EXPLODES behind him → the blast wall catches him MID-AIR and swallows him whole → the cloud overtakes the camera → dust to 100% → hold in the dust → END. He never escapes and never reaches the water. Each explosion visibly moves his body: the first throws him down, the second folds him behind cover. PERFORMANCE During the gauntlet: jaw clenched, eyes fixed forward, water streaming off his face after the landing. The fleeing crewmen are pure panic — arms pumping, one glance back, the vault over the rail desperate. In the final sprint: full commitment, arms reaching for the rail, eyes wide — in the jump: full commitment, arms reaching at the lens, eyes wide — and mid-air the world behind him turns white: his flying silhouette swallowed by the blast, reaching hands the last thing visible. PHYSICS The flying entry has true ballistic momentum: he arrives on an arc from above, and the landing roll absorbs it — impact compresses the body, the somersault carries the leftover energy, no weightless float. Falling seawater has real weight — it rains in heavy drops and sheets, splashing off planks, soaking cloth so it clings and darkens. The listing deck tilts his movement; debris has weight and stops his foot when hit. The two deck explosions throw real shockwaves — planks lift, flame flashes then roll into smoke, and Eduardo's falls carry true body weight, hard contact with the deck, no bounce. The overboard crewman drops with real gravity. The final whole-ship explosion obeys mass: the shockwave arrives first — cloth and hair snap flat, the deck bucks under his planted boot — then the fireball's light, then the wall of smoke and debris, heavy pieces falling short, fine dust travelling farthest and swallowing the frame. Dust churns with internal motion, dense, filling every corner of the frame. LIGHTING High sea daylight 5600K, hardened by fire-glow accents from the deck fires and smoke shadow sweeping the deck; falling water catches the sun as bright streaks; each of the two explosions throws a brief warm flash from its side of the frame. The final whole-ship blast: two frames of white-hot overexposure flooding from behind, then deep fire-orange glow inside the rolling dust, fading toward neutral grey-brown as the frame holds and ends. AUDIO Phase 1: a whistling whoosh as he drops in, heavy water raining on planks, a THUD and clatter of the landing roll, grunt, ragged breath; panicked boots of the fleeing crewmen, a yell and a distant splash as one goes over the side; then BOOM left, ringing ears, his grunt as he hits the deck; scrabbling boots; BOOM right, debris pattering down over him. Phase 2: sprinting boots hammering the deck, the wooden knock of his boot on the bow rail, half a beat of pure wind as he hangs in the air — then ONE colossal BOOM as the whole ship goes up behind him, the deepest sound of the film, cracking timber and folding masts inside the roar, everything collapsing into a muffled ring, sound buried with the picture — the ring and the churn of dust holding to the last frame. No music. STYLE Photoreal live-action, fine film grain, real pyrotechnic and particulate language, one unbroken take, 8K master. POSITIVE LOCKS One continuous shot; the camera stays at deck level, behind Eduardo, always looking TOWARD THE BOW. The shot OPENS with Eduardo NOT in frame; he flies in from ABOVE AND BEHIND the camera, over the lens, on a forward arc toward the bow, through falling seawater, and lands in a tumbling roll ahead of the camera — he does not walk into frame and never appears standing before the landing. Exactly TWO fleeing crewmen: one runs aft, one leaps overboard — they appear only in the opening beat. The deck explosions land in strict order after his landing: first LEFT of him (he dodges and falls), then RIGHT of him (he ducks behind cover), then the final blast — the ENTIRE SHIP exploding the INSTANT he clears the bow rail — three explosions total, no more. The jump is FRONTAL: the camera faces Eduardo from off the bow, he leaps toward the lens with the exploding ship behind him in frame. HE NEVER ESCAPES: the blast wall catches him MID-AIR and he vanishes inside the explosion before he can fall clear — no water contact, no landing, no survival beat; the dust swallows him and then the lens. The deck matches >> throughout the run — the shot holds the reference's vantage: from the stern deck forward to the bow, wheel and binnacle at the near edge of frame, never ahead of him; sails, masts and hull match >>. The dust reaches 100% frame coverage and the shot ENDS inside the dust: the frame stays fully dust-filled to the last frame, no clearing, no new location, no reveal. Eduardo's head: mustard-yellow bandana with the small white shark tooth at the front, hair loose." Made with Seedance 2.0 on Higgsfield AI. Full open-sourced prompts & assets below 👇

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I’m excited to announce my new role as Growth Lead at Plume! 🐦‍🔥 6 months ago, I had my first call with Chris Yin and surprisingly, he changed my mind. I was skeptical of a web3-native project trying to bridge the traditional world into ours. His thesis of a permissionless blockchain environment was antithesis to what I believed in at the time. After about 45 minutes of deep discussion, I could finally see it. I dropped all of my other RWA investment prospects and pointed myself towards Plume. From there, things got quiet for a while. Myself and the 280 partners debated the RWA sector as a whole and quietly observed Plume’s progress on the sidelines. Fast forward a few months and I had finally realized a thesis of my own; In crypto, you’ll generally find two key types of participants: speculators and yield chasers. Speculators lower their risk threshold in search of the next 100x, closely following trends and trying to capture opportunities early. It is a game that requires forward-thinking, intuition, and a lot of luck. These people range in financial status, with some looking to make their first bucket of gold, with the others trying to hit another big win and buy their second lambo. Yield chasers are a different breed of folks. They may not want to ape their entire portfolio into memes, rather they enjoy the attractive returns that DeFi offers that they generally wouldn’t be able to find in the traditional world. These folks generally aren’t looking for lambo, but believe that they will still be living well without the stress of going to zero. But as we see every cycle, Bitcoin crashes, DeFi collapses, and another round of fuzzy-haired fellas find their way over to the Metropolitan Detention Centre. Crypto dies, retail gets burned, the regulators swoop in and start raising hell, and the cycle repeats. Why does it have to be this way? Of course market cycles are natural and perhaps healthy, but why the catastrophe at the end each time? There must be a better way. And then it hit me. RWAfi is and always was the answer. The road at the end of all roads. It’s a nice road, paved with the blood, sweat, and tears of those truly trying to connect the entire world to our industry. Whether you made a major bag and want to move into wealth preservation or lost it all and no longer want to live the life of a degenerate gambler and are comfortable with a more stable approach to wealth building, eventually, everyone ends up chasing juicy yields. And we all know that there is only one sector of our industry that can consistently deliver attractive yields through bull and bear. There is only one sector that can support all the TVL that is currently sitting in vaults that are unable to sustain the yields they promised. The nature of the vertical makes it constantly aware of regulatory considerations. RWAfi is a sleeping giant, and not only will it unlock a $400T market, it will also catalyze an incredible amount of growth resembling tens of trillion in newly created value and opportunity. We are so early. That, paired with the incredible team Teddy @shukyeerwa Ivy Kang and the other 40 cracked believers that are pushing beyond their limits is the reason I bet on Plume. We have everything it takes to make it 🤝 I have to give a special shout out to J for how supportive he has been with this move. 280 Capital is married to Plume now and I’m sure we will be collaborating on a lot moving forward. Another shoutout to one of the great minds of this industry JacobK whose conviction in Plume really pushed me to purse this role🙏🏾 Vibes are all-time high with this team, and bring a fresh combination of competence, experience, and true belief in the platform that we are building. Mark my words, Plume will unify the RWAfi sector and pave the way as one of the giants of this industry. Let’s fucking do this. 🐦‍🔥 Goons in complete control.
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I’m excited to announce my new role as Growth Lead at Plume! 🐦‍🔥 6 months ago, I had my first call with Chris Yin and surprisingly, he changed my mind. I was skeptical of a web3-native project trying to bridge the traditional world into ours. His thesis of a permissionless blockchain environment was antithesis to what I believed in at the time. After about 45 minutes of deep discussion, I could finally see it. I dropped all of my other RWA investment prospects and pointed myself towards Plume. From there, things got quiet for a while. Myself and the 280 partners debated the RWA sector as a whole and quietly observed Plume’s progress on the sidelines. Fast forward a few months and I had finally realized a thesis of my own; In crypto, you’ll generally find two key types of participants: speculators and yield chasers. Speculators lower their risk threshold in search of the next 100x, closely following trends and trying to capture opportunities early. It is a game that requires forward-thinking, intuition, and a lot of luck. These people range in financial status, with some looking to make their first bucket of gold, with the others trying to hit another big win and buy their second lambo. Yield chasers are a different breed of folks. They may not want to ape their entire portfolio into memes, rather they enjoy the attractive returns that DeFi offers that they generally wouldn’t be able to find in the traditional world. These folks generally aren’t looking for lambo, but believe that they will still be living well without the stress of going to zero. But as we see every cycle, Bitcoin crashes, DeFi collapses, and another round of fuzzy-haired fellas find their way over to the Metropolitan Detention Centre. Crypto dies, retail gets burned, the regulators swoop in and start raising hell, and the cycle repeats. Why does it have to be this way? Of course market cycles are natural and perhaps healthy, but why the catastrophe at the end each time? There must be a better way. And then it hit me. RWAfi is and always was the answer. The road at the end of all roads. It’s a nice road, paved with the blood, sweat, and tears of those truly trying to connect the entire world to our industry. Whether you made a major bag and want to move into wealth preservation or lost it all and no longer want to live the life of a degenerate gambler and are comfortable with a more stable approach to wealth building, eventually, everyone ends up chasing juicy yields. And we all know that there is only one sector of our industry that can consistently deliver attractive yields through bull and bear. There is only one sector that can support all the TVL that is currently sitting in vaults that are unable to sustain the yields they promised. The nature of the vertical makes it constantly aware of regulatory considerations. RWAfi is a sleeping giant, and not only will it unlock a $400T market, it will also catalyze an incredible amount of growth resembling tens of trillion in newly created value and opportunity. We are so early. That, paired with the incredible team Teddy @shukyeerwa Ivy Kang and the other 40 cracked believers that are pushing beyond their limits is the reason I bet on Plume. We have everything it takes to make it 🤝 I have to give a special shout out to J for how supportive he has been with this move. 280 Capital is married to Plume now and I’m sure we will be collaborating on a lot moving forward. Another shoutout to one of the great minds of this industry JacobK whose conviction in Plume really pushed me to purse this role🙏🏾 Vibes are all-time high with this team, and bring a fresh combination of competence, experience, and true belief in the platform that we are building. Mark my words, Plume will unify the RWAfi sector and pave the way as one of the giants of this industry. Let’s fucking do this. 🐦‍🔥 Goons in complete control.

CrabLegs 🦀

41,333 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

Our son's teacher used to call us weekly with complaints. Last Friday during his parent/teacher check-in, she asked what we did to transform him. The answer: Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ). It all started with him not being able to burn his additional energy. Our kid was and still is hyperactive, couldn't fall asleep before 12am/1am, fidgeted through every school lesson, constantly snappy with us and his teachers. Some of our friends were calling him the duracell bunny (in reference to the battery ad) and we were genuinely worried this was just who he was. We tried a few different sports as our idea was that he didn't have any activity that involved burning his energy. Football, swimming, running him around the park until dark. He'd come home exhausted but his mind would still be racing at bedtime. The energy was there, but nothing seemed to actually settle him. My brother has been training and coaching kids BJJ since he was young. He kept telling us to bring our son. Tbh, we were skeptical - how would a combat sport help a kid who already couldn't sit still? But we were desperate as school was getting worse and the nightly battles were exhausting everyone. So at 5 years old, we signed him up. The first 6 months, he started falling asleep faster and not just because he was tired (he'd been tired before), but because BJJ teaches you to control your body and your mind simultaneously. He was learning to actually settle himself. The 11pm bedtime battles turned into peaceful 9pm nights. But what really caught us off guard was the respect. Every single class - bow when you enter/when you leave, wait your turn, shake hands with your opponent, listen to your coach. It gets drilled in through pure repetition. Not lectures, not punishment..just practice. 100 times per class, every class, for years. His teachers also noticed the change. He could finally sit through lessons, pay attention, actually remember what was discussed. Homework became manageable because he'd developed the patience to learn. He was less snappy and more willing to listen. The hardest part were in the first couple of years as he wanted to quit constantly. The usual kids reasons - i'm tired of BJJ, I don't want to train anymore etc. There were nights we genuinely questioned if we were pushing him too hard, if we were doing the right thing. But we kept him going. My brother being his coach helped, but honestly it was just us trusting that something would click eventually. And then in year 4, it did. He found his training partner, made real friends at the gym. Suddenly he was asking when his next class was. Going to support his teammates at competitions even when he wasn't competing himself. This year, the transformation was complete. His teacher went from calling us weekly to pulling us aside asking what we did. The fidgety, unfocused kid who couldn't sit still was competing in tournaments, winning medals, excelling at school, and genuinely looking forward to training. Here's what we got wrong for years: we kept trying to calm him down. Turns out, he didn't need calming.. he needed somewhere to put that energy. Other sports just tired him out. BJJ gave him an outlet that required both physical exhaustion and mental focus. And here's the thing few people talk about: BJJ is teaching him to lose. Not avoid failure but to face it. He still gets frustrated sometimes, still has moments where the tears come after a tough roll or a competition loss. But he's getting better at it. He processes it faster now, gets back up quicker. Most kids' activities try to avoid failure or sugarcoat it. BJJ makes you face it every single class and there's no hiding from it. That resilience is slowly building, and it's showing up everywhere. Homework frustrations don't spiral like they used to. Mistakes are becoming learning opportunities instead of total meltdowns. And he's even getting better at maths due to his concentration levels improving. If your kid can't sit still, can't focus, struggles with sleep, and school is calling home weekly do give BJJ a shot before assuming it's just who they are. Not for the discipline but for the outlet. The discipline comes later. Here's my son at his last competition. That's the kid who couldn't sit still for 5 minutes.
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Our son's teacher used to call us weekly with complaints. Last Friday during his parent/teacher check-in, she asked what we did to transform him. The answer: Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ). It all started with him not being able to burn his additional energy. Our kid was and still is hyperactive, couldn't fall asleep before 12am/1am, fidgeted through every school lesson, constantly snappy with us and his teachers. Some of our friends were calling him the duracell bunny (in reference to the battery ad) and we were genuinely worried this was just who he was. We tried a few different sports as our idea was that he didn't have any activity that involved burning his energy. Football, swimming, running him around the park until dark. He'd come home exhausted but his mind would still be racing at bedtime. The energy was there, but nothing seemed to actually settle him. My brother has been training and coaching kids BJJ since he was young. He kept telling us to bring our son. Tbh, we were skeptical - how would a combat sport help a kid who already couldn't sit still? But we were desperate as school was getting worse and the nightly battles were exhausting everyone. So at 5 years old, we signed him up. The first 6 months, he started falling asleep faster and not just because he was tired (he'd been tired before), but because BJJ teaches you to control your body and your mind simultaneously. He was learning to actually settle himself. The 11pm bedtime battles turned into peaceful 9pm nights. But what really caught us off guard was the respect. Every single class - bow when you enter/when you leave, wait your turn, shake hands with your opponent, listen to your coach. It gets drilled in through pure repetition. Not lectures, not punishment..just practice. 100 times per class, every class, for years. His teachers also noticed the change. He could finally sit through lessons, pay attention, actually remember what was discussed. Homework became manageable because he'd developed the patience to learn. He was less snappy and more willing to listen. The hardest part were in the first couple of years as he wanted to quit constantly. The usual kids reasons - i'm tired of BJJ, I don't want to train anymore etc. There were nights we genuinely questioned if we were pushing him too hard, if we were doing the right thing. But we kept him going. My brother being his coach helped, but honestly it was just us trusting that something would click eventually. And then in year 4, it did. He found his training partner, made real friends at the gym. Suddenly he was asking when his next class was. Going to support his teammates at competitions even when he wasn't competing himself. This year, the transformation was complete. His teacher went from calling us weekly to pulling us aside asking what we did. The fidgety, unfocused kid who couldn't sit still was competing in tournaments, winning medals, excelling at school, and genuinely looking forward to training. Here's what we got wrong for years: we kept trying to calm him down. Turns out, he didn't need calming.. he needed somewhere to put that energy. Other sports just tired him out. BJJ gave him an outlet that required both physical exhaustion and mental focus. And here's the thing few people talk about: BJJ is teaching him to lose. Not avoid failure but to face it. He still gets frustrated sometimes, still has moments where the tears come after a tough roll or a competition loss. But he's getting better at it. He processes it faster now, gets back up quicker. Most kids' activities try to avoid failure or sugarcoat it. BJJ makes you face it every single class and there's no hiding from it. That resilience is slowly building, and it's showing up everywhere. Homework frustrations don't spiral like they used to. Mistakes are becoming learning opportunities instead of total meltdowns. And he's even getting better at maths due to his concentration levels improving. If your kid can't sit still, can't focus, struggles with sleep, and school is calling home weekly do give BJJ a shot before assuming it's just who they are. Not for the discipline but for the outlet. The discipline comes later. Here's my son at his last competition. That's the kid who couldn't sit still for 5 minutes.

Tim

373,208 Aufrufe • vor 8 Monaten

Beware of Collins: How a "Friend" Scammed Me and 9 Others I am writing this to warn everyone in the Web3, Monad, Solana, and Nigerianad communities. There is a person among us named Collins (known on X as Collins) who acts like a kind, active community member, but he is actually a professional scammer. He has stolen over $1,500 from me and has done the same to at least 9 other people. Collins used a very clever strategy to steal our money. He started by being very active in our local Nigerian Telegram groups. He called himself a "Solana Maxi" and always posted screenshots of big wins making people think he was making $5,000 or $7,000 from trading. We didn't know it was all a "format" just to get our attention. I did not trust him at first. However, we started organizing Lagos State meetups. When I met him in person, he was always smiling and happy. He acted like a brother. Seeing his face in real life made me lower my guard. If we had stayed just "online friends," I would never have sent him even $1, but because of those physical meetings, I thought he was real. His scam started when he told me about a "special developer" launching a token. He claimed he had an insider connection and that we could make 5x or 10x our money. He asked me to contribute $2,000. I told him I didn't have it. A few days later, he came back and begged me not to miss the "update." I decided to try with $1,000. To make me trust him completely, he played a long game. When I asked for a refund a week later because I had an emergency, he sent the $1,000 back immediately. This was his biggest trick. It made me believe he was 100% honest. Soon after, he showed me more fake wins on X and told me another project was going live on December 22nd. Because he returned my money the first time, I trusted him and sent the $1,000 back to him. When the date came, he claimed the "dev postponed the listing." While I was waiting for that money, he came with another "emergency" project, asking for another $1,000. I told him I only had $500 left my last card. He took that too. Then the excuses started. He claimed he went to the village to see his parents and that the network was bad. He said he couldn't access his Bybit account because he left his SIM card behind. He even begged me for another $100 in SOL just to help him out while he was "stuck." Because I thought my friend was in trouble, I sent it, bringing the total to $1,600. Every time I asked for my money, he told me "don't worry" and promised to pay once he left the village. But two days ago, the truth came out. I checked X and found out he has been doing this to everyone. He uses his friendly face and community status to prey on people. He is not a trader; he is a thief whose goal is to see the end of his friends' hard-earned money. Please, do not deal with Collins or his sister Trader Nenyenwa 📊📈💎. He is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He will smile with you today and empty your wallet tomorrow. Don't let his "kindness" fool you like it fooled me. Please help me like this post, retweet and comment until I and my guys recover our losses 😢 😭 Please go viral: ZachXBT Coffeezilla Spreek Nick Bax.eth JP PeckShield Inc. SlowMist CertiK Arkham Lookonchain Monad Solana
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Beware of Collins: How a "Friend" Scammed Me and 9 Others I am writing this to warn everyone in the Web3, Monad, Solana, and Nigerianad communities. There is a person among us named Collins (known on X as Collins) who acts like a kind, active community member, but he is actually a professional scammer. He has stolen over $1,500 from me and has done the same to at least 9 other people. Collins used a very clever strategy to steal our money. He started by being very active in our local Nigerian Telegram groups. He called himself a "Solana Maxi" and always posted screenshots of big wins making people think he was making $5,000 or $7,000 from trading. We didn't know it was all a "format" just to get our attention. I did not trust him at first. However, we started organizing Lagos State meetups. When I met him in person, he was always smiling and happy. He acted like a brother. Seeing his face in real life made me lower my guard. If we had stayed just "online friends," I would never have sent him even $1, but because of those physical meetings, I thought he was real. His scam started when he told me about a "special developer" launching a token. He claimed he had an insider connection and that we could make 5x or 10x our money. He asked me to contribute $2,000. I told him I didn't have it. A few days later, he came back and begged me not to miss the "update." I decided to try with $1,000. To make me trust him completely, he played a long game. When I asked for a refund a week later because I had an emergency, he sent the $1,000 back immediately. This was his biggest trick. It made me believe he was 100% honest. Soon after, he showed me more fake wins on X and told me another project was going live on December 22nd. Because he returned my money the first time, I trusted him and sent the $1,000 back to him. When the date came, he claimed the "dev postponed the listing." While I was waiting for that money, he came with another "emergency" project, asking for another $1,000. I told him I only had $500 left my last card. He took that too. Then the excuses started. He claimed he went to the village to see his parents and that the network was bad. He said he couldn't access his Bybit account because he left his SIM card behind. He even begged me for another $100 in SOL just to help him out while he was "stuck." Because I thought my friend was in trouble, I sent it, bringing the total to $1,600. Every time I asked for my money, he told me "don't worry" and promised to pay once he left the village. But two days ago, the truth came out. I checked X and found out he has been doing this to everyone. He uses his friendly face and community status to prey on people. He is not a trader; he is a thief whose goal is to see the end of his friends' hard-earned money. Please, do not deal with Collins or his sister Trader Nenyenwa 📊📈💎. He is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He will smile with you today and empty your wallet tomorrow. Don't let his "kindness" fool you like it fooled me. Please help me like this post, retweet and comment until I and my guys recover our losses 😢 😭 Please go viral: ZachXBT Coffeezilla Spreek Nick Bax.eth JP PeckShield Inc. SlowMist CertiK Arkham Lookonchain Monad Solana

Adedayo𓅪

27,725 Aufrufe • vor 6 Monaten

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 #CheatingWifeFantasy
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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 #CheatingWifeFantasy

Fiona Fawndles

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This grandad found a 500 year-old, 17ft deep well under his living room in Plymouth, Devon, England. As well as, he also found a 16th Century BC, Bronze Age Sword and Coin from 1725 AD, inside the well :- The 70 year-old Colin Steer has spent last decade digging out well after he found it while redecorating living room of his home. He noticed a dip in floor while carrying out DIY, which led him to uncover well. While digging it out, Steer found what he thinks is the leather casing of a sword, which he believes could date the structure to 1500s. The 70-year-old said: "I found what seemed to be a leather casing of a sword when I was about 5ft into dig which leads me to believe that well could be medieval. "However it could date back to even earlier than that because we have no real way of accurately dating it at moment." He said that house was constructed in 1895 and he moved there in 1988 but it was 10 years ago while decorating that he saw the dip. "I immediately thought someone must have buried someone under there or that we had a sinkhole. "Since that moment, I decided I was going to dig it out and see what I would find. The hole is currently 17ft deep and there is about another 4-5ft that I want to dig out when I eventually get round to it. Since I began digging out well, I have also found a coin from 1725. In late 18th Century AD, during reign of George III, government issued large copper coins known as "Cartwheel" penny and twopence. An ancient sword was also discovered inside the well. Historically, sword developed in Bronze Age, evolving from dagger; earliest specimens date to about 1600 BC. The later Iron Age sword remained fairly short and without a crossguard. At the bottom of well the is about 4ft of water, so everything that I did out now will be wet and mucky stuff." Colin wants to go another few feet further down though before he finishes and although he is bringing up mud into his living room, he says that his wife Vanessa is understanding and is equally interested in the well. His plan is to then extend well wall up into his living room and use it as a coffee table which he thinks will make an attractive feature. He is also keen to find out why the well is actually there and consulting old maps have not given any answers. He said: "I would extend the walls of the well up through the floor and then add a round tabletop on top to make it into a coffee table. I think it would be a great feature for our front room. We still aren't really sure about why the well is there". The 17ft hole in the couple's living room is currently covered over by a sheet of Perspex and a trap door so that it is safe. Colin and Vanessa have grandchildren who love to look down the hole through the sheet of Perspex and they are very intrigued by unique feature in their grandparent's home. He added: "It is a good thing to show off to people as it is not something that you see every day. I have actually even tried some of water that is at the bottom of the well. It was really clear and tasted fine to me. I am going to get it tested for bacteria and if everything came back good then I could even bottle it up and sell it." According to the researchers, this well belonged to a wealthy or noble families, because only high status families could afford their own private well - most likely in the basement of your house, during medieval and late medieval times. Because, it was common for external wells to be poisoned in Medieval times, which is why castles would have them built internally. It could take decades to construct the well but it was worth wait to have your own clean water. To prevent well from collapsing, some were lined with stones, bricks or wood. Researchers also stated that, according to the preservation status of this well, it looks that the well was regularly maintained, to keep functional for long. It also involved periodic cleaning to remove debris, prevent contamination and maintain quality of water. #archaeohiatories
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This grandad found a 500 year-old, 17ft deep well under his living room in Plymouth, Devon, England. As well as, he also found a 16th Century BC, Bronze Age Sword and Coin from 1725 AD, inside the well :- The 70 year-old Colin Steer has spent last decade digging out well after he found it while redecorating living room of his home. He noticed a dip in floor while carrying out DIY, which led him to uncover well. While digging it out, Steer found what he thinks is the leather casing of a sword, which he believes could date the structure to 1500s. The 70-year-old said: "I found what seemed to be a leather casing of a sword when I was about 5ft into dig which leads me to believe that well could be medieval. "However it could date back to even earlier than that because we have no real way of accurately dating it at moment." He said that house was constructed in 1895 and he moved there in 1988 but it was 10 years ago while decorating that he saw the dip. "I immediately thought someone must have buried someone under there or that we had a sinkhole. "Since that moment, I decided I was going to dig it out and see what I would find. The hole is currently 17ft deep and there is about another 4-5ft that I want to dig out when I eventually get round to it. Since I began digging out well, I have also found a coin from 1725. In late 18th Century AD, during reign of George III, government issued large copper coins known as "Cartwheel" penny and twopence. An ancient sword was also discovered inside the well. Historically, sword developed in Bronze Age, evolving from dagger; earliest specimens date to about 1600 BC. The later Iron Age sword remained fairly short and without a crossguard. At the bottom of well the is about 4ft of water, so everything that I did out now will be wet and mucky stuff." Colin wants to go another few feet further down though before he finishes and although he is bringing up mud into his living room, he says that his wife Vanessa is understanding and is equally interested in the well. His plan is to then extend well wall up into his living room and use it as a coffee table which he thinks will make an attractive feature. He is also keen to find out why the well is actually there and consulting old maps have not given any answers. He said: "I would extend the walls of the well up through the floor and then add a round tabletop on top to make it into a coffee table. I think it would be a great feature for our front room. We still aren't really sure about why the well is there". The 17ft hole in the couple's living room is currently covered over by a sheet of Perspex and a trap door so that it is safe. Colin and Vanessa have grandchildren who love to look down the hole through the sheet of Perspex and they are very intrigued by unique feature in their grandparent's home. He added: "It is a good thing to show off to people as it is not something that you see every day. I have actually even tried some of water that is at the bottom of the well. It was really clear and tasted fine to me. I am going to get it tested for bacteria and if everything came back good then I could even bottle it up and sell it." According to the researchers, this well belonged to a wealthy or noble families, because only high status families could afford their own private well - most likely in the basement of your house, during medieval and late medieval times. Because, it was common for external wells to be poisoned in Medieval times, which is why castles would have them built internally. It could take decades to construct the well but it was worth wait to have your own clean water. To prevent well from collapsing, some were lined with stones, bricks or wood. Researchers also stated that, according to the preservation status of this well, it looks that the well was regularly maintained, to keep functional for long. It also involved periodic cleaning to remove debris, prevent contamination and maintain quality of water. #archaeohiatories

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