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In The NOVEL they explained this DEAN's behavior like this~ #YouManiacSeriesEP4 "One of DEAN’s little flaws is that he rarely stays focused on one thing for too long~ When the initial excitement fades, his attention naturally drifts toward something else~ At first, he was completely eager to see MOTH,... show more

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something was bothering bianca. she looked uneasy for a moment, then turned and tapped will to get his attention. she could’ve asked the other guy, the one everyone swears she has something with. but she didn’t. it wasn’t planned, it wasn’t for show. it was instinct. that quiet, invisible thread that still connects her to will. the way her eyes found him first, and the way he leaned in without hesitation, quietly, like he’d done it a thousand times before. his focus shifted to her immediately, lowering his head just enough to listen, to see what was wrong. it was brief, almost ordinary, yet there was something in that exchange, something steady, familiar, like the echo of a connection that never really faded. maybe it’s just always been like that for them, a silent understanding that feels as safe and certain as home.

something was bothering bianca. she looked uneasy for a moment, then turned and tapped will to get his attention. she could’ve asked the other guy, the one everyone swears she has something with. but she didn’t. it wasn’t planned, it wasn’t for show. it was instinct. that quiet, invisible thread that still connects her to will. the way her eyes found him first, and the way he leaned in without hesitation, quietly, like he’d done it a thousand times before. his focus shifted to her immediately, lowering his head just enough to listen, to see what was wrong. it was brief, almost ordinary, yet there was something in that exchange, something steady, familiar, like the echo of a connection that never really faded. maybe it’s just always been like that for them, a silent understanding that feels as safe and certain as home.

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He was pretty critical of the V14 Lite update at first. But now he’s using it for almost every commute — something he couldn’t do before. This morning he was still half-asleep (but awake enough) heading to work when FSD suddenly swerved hard. He didn’t even see the car that had drifted into his lane until after it had already moved him out of the way.

He was pretty critical of the V14 Lite update at first. But now he’s using it for almost every commute — something he couldn’t do before. This morning he was still half-asleep (but awake enough) heading to work when FSD suddenly swerved hard. He didn’t even see the car that had drifted into his lane until after it had already moved him out of the way.

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He knelt down slowly, hands trembling, eyes wet. The dog didn’t bark, didn’t flinch, just stared up at him, tail barely wagging, like he was trying to make sure it was really happening this time. And then, as if some invisible dam broke, the dog pressed his head into the man’s chest. That deep, relieved sigh dogs do when they finally feel safe again. The man whispered something, but you could tell it wasn’t for anyone else. Just him and his boy. Everyone around stopped talking. You could feel it, the kind of love that doesn’t need words, the kind that survives fear, distance, and time. After everything, he finally found his person again. And in that moment, the world was right. ❤️

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there are a lot of jikook moments, but in this one, when he was looking at jimin on the big screen, his mouth was slightly opening little by little. it felt like he was falling in love with jimin for the first time...like love at first sight

there are a lot of jikook moments, but in this one, when he was looking at jimin on the big screen, his mouth was slightly opening little by little. it felt like he was falling in love with jimin for the first time...like love at first sight

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A half eaten apple, the cross that was placed on their clothes, and their name that was finally carved together. #TicketToHeavenEP4 ☆ That apple reminds me of the apple in Adam and Eve story. It's like a symbolic way of how they gave in to something that was considered as 'forbidden' ☆ The cross. I saw the hesitation in Tanrak's eyes when he took it off. It didn't feel like he removed it simply because he was afraid of losing it. Instead, it was as if guilt was gnawing at him, like if he kept it on, he would feel the heavy weight of God watching him. Taking it off was like the choice to let go of that guilt and judgment ☆ The names on the tree. Carving their names into the tree feels like their permanent vow. As if a physical mark that Tanrak chose Barth, for now. To accompany him, to face the world with him // I genuinely didn't know what they actually trying to convey, it's just my personal point of view when I saw this

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This little dog was out here acting like he ran the whole park… Barking at a deer like he was ready to throw hands. Owner calling his name? Completely ignored. Then the deer takes one step to run away and he immediately turns into a squealing coward, booking it straight back to mom. All that tough talk for nothing 😂

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The vet had been honest with the Hollands. Baxter didn't have much time left, and the kindest thing they could do now was make whatever he had left count. So on a warm Saturday in June , instead of a normal quiet day at home, they loaded the old Bernese into the back of the van and drove him two hours to the coast. Baxter had never seen the ocean. He was 13, and his whole life had been the backyard and the same worn spot on the living room rug. The kids wanted him to see something big before he went. He moved slow getting out of the van. His back legs weren't what they used to be, and the boys had to help him down onto the sand. For a second he just stood there at the top of the beach, nose up, taking in all that salt air and open water like he couldn't quite believe it. Then something in him shifted. He started down toward the surf on his own, stiff and determined, the way he used to trot to the door when the kids came home from school. When the first cold wave washed over his paws, his whole face lit up. He didn't run, he couldn't, but he waded in up to his chest and stood in the shallow water with the sun going down behind him, and the whole family just watched. Nobody said much. They didn't need to. They stayed until the light was almost gone, taking pictures, letting Baxter rest against their legs, giving him one perfect afternoon to hold onto. The vet was right about the time. Baxter left them a few weeks later, at home, surrounded by the people who loved him. But he saw the ocean first. And every one of them is glad they gave him that.

The vet had been honest with the Hollands. Baxter didn't have much time left, and the kindest thing they could do now was make whatever he had left count. So on a warm Saturday in June , instead of a normal quiet day at home, they loaded the old Bernese into the back of the van and drove him two hours to the coast. Baxter had never seen the ocean. He was 13, and his whole life had been the backyard and the same worn spot on the living room rug. The kids wanted him to see something big before he went. He moved slow getting out of the van. His back legs weren't what they used to be, and the boys had to help him down onto the sand. For a second he just stood there at the top of the beach, nose up, taking in all that salt air and open water like he couldn't quite believe it. Then something in him shifted. He started down toward the surf on his own, stiff and determined, the way he used to trot to the door when the kids came home from school. When the first cold wave washed over his paws, his whole face lit up. He didn't run, he couldn't, but he waded in up to his chest and stood in the shallow water with the sun going down behind him, and the whole family just watched. Nobody said much. They didn't need to. They stayed until the light was almost gone, taking pictures, letting Baxter rest against their legs, giving him one perfect afternoon to hold onto. The vet was right about the time. Baxter left them a few weeks later, at home, surrounded by the people who loved him. But he saw the ocean first. And every one of them is glad they gave him that.

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On January 7, 1943, Nikola Tesla died alone in Room 3327 of the Hotel New Yorker. He was 86 years old. A maid found him two days later after he had left a “do not disturb” sign on his door. The official cause was coronary thrombosis. But the deeper truth was quieter — years of isolation, poverty, and a world that had moved on without the man who helped power it. This was the inventor of alternating current, the system that still runs through our homes today. He pioneered wireless transmission, radio technology, and electric motors. He held hundreds of patents and imagined ideas — like wireless communication and renewable energy — long before they became reality. Yet by the end of his life, he was nearly penniless. In his final years, Tesla lived simply. He survived mostly on milk, bread, honey, and vegetable juice. Every day he walked to nearby parks to feed pigeons, especially one white pigeon he loved deeply. He once said he loved her as a man loves a woman. When she died, something in him seemed to fade too. There was a time when Tesla dazzled New York society, lighting bulbs with his bare hands and creating artificial lightning in his laboratory. Investors once backed him. Crowds once admired him. But as his ideas grew more ambitious — especially his dream of free wireless energy for the world — funding disappeared. He became known more as an eccentric than a genius. And yet, when he died, the world paused. Thousands attended his funeral. Leaders and scientists sent tributes. Years later, the Supreme Court recognized his priority in radio patents. History slowly corrected itself. The world he electrified had not truly forgotten him — it had simply taken time to understand him. Today, his name lives on in science, technology, and even in companies that shape the modern age. Tesla died alone in a hotel room, feeding pigeons while the current he created hummed through cities. He did not die forgotten. He died having changed the world — and that legacy still shines. It makes you wonder how many visionaries we ignore while they’re still alive. How many brilliant minds are dismissed as “too different” or “too ahead of their time” until it’s too late? What do you think — does the world truly value its geniuses, or only recognize them after they’re gone?

On January 7, 1943, Nikola Tesla died alone in Room 3327 of the Hotel New Yorker. He was 86 years old. A maid found him two days later after he had left a “do not disturb” sign on his door. The official cause was coronary thrombosis. But the deeper truth was quieter — years of isolation, poverty, and a world that had moved on without the man who helped power it. This was the inventor of alternating current, the system that still runs through our homes today. He pioneered wireless transmission, radio technology, and electric motors. He held hundreds of patents and imagined ideas — like wireless communication and renewable energy — long before they became reality. Yet by the end of his life, he was nearly penniless. In his final years, Tesla lived simply. He survived mostly on milk, bread, honey, and vegetable juice. Every day he walked to nearby parks to feed pigeons, especially one white pigeon he loved deeply. He once said he loved her as a man loves a woman. When she died, something in him seemed to fade too. There was a time when Tesla dazzled New York society, lighting bulbs with his bare hands and creating artificial lightning in his laboratory. Investors once backed him. Crowds once admired him. But as his ideas grew more ambitious — especially his dream of free wireless energy for the world — funding disappeared. He became known more as an eccentric than a genius. And yet, when he died, the world paused. Thousands attended his funeral. Leaders and scientists sent tributes. Years later, the Supreme Court recognized his priority in radio patents. History slowly corrected itself. The world he electrified had not truly forgotten him — it had simply taken time to understand him. Today, his name lives on in science, technology, and even in companies that shape the modern age. Tesla died alone in a hotel room, feeding pigeons while the current he created hummed through cities. He did not die forgotten. He died having changed the world — and that legacy still shines. It makes you wonder how many visionaries we ignore while they’re still alive. How many brilliant minds are dismissed as “too different” or “too ahead of their time” until it’s too late? What do you think — does the world truly value its geniuses, or only recognize them after they’re gone?

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“One time— there’s footage of it and it’s actually amazing ‘cause it makes me look great; but on stage, Harry was right next to a pyro and the pyro was about to go off ‘cause they were on timers and he had a towel over his head and he had his head over the pyro and he didn’t see that the pyro was there, so I just kind of like— you see me run from one side of the stage and push him out of the way, and the pyro kind of like explodes in front of his face; that was really dangerous.” -Zayn talking about the time he saved Harry from a pyro on stage, via Hot Ones.

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One year ago today, Charlie was at a pro-life event in Visalia, California, where a packed house turned out to hear him speak. Charlie didn’t just speak on college campuses. He was constantly on the road speaking at churches, rallies, conferences, practically anywhere that he could further the conservative movement, preach the gospel, and inspire people to fight for liberty. He was relentless in the pursuit of people. At that same event, Charlie and I spent over an hour backstage with Isabel Brown . Most of that time was spent talking about Christ, the Bible, the Church, and faith. There was something different about him that day in Fresno. He was usually running from one thing to the next and rarely took the time to just sit and talk. But that day, he seemed calm and content. He talked endlessly about his love for the Lord and his desire to know everything He could about His Savior. The three of us discussed the mysteries of the faith and the questions that we wished we had the answers to. And now, I can’t help but think that Charlie is finally experiencing the answers to all those questions we sat there wondering about together. Charlie lived out his faith courageously, and he died at the peak of it. What a blessing it is to be able to say that about someone. I just picture him talking with the Lord now, even more calm and content than he was that day in California.

One year ago today, Charlie was at a pro-life event in Visalia, California, where a packed house turned out to hear him speak. Charlie didn’t just speak on college campuses. He was constantly on the road speaking at churches, rallies, conferences, practically anywhere that he could further the conservative movement, preach the gospel, and inspire people to fight for liberty. He was relentless in the pursuit of people. At that same event, Charlie and I spent over an hour backstage with Isabel Brown . Most of that time was spent talking about Christ, the Bible, the Church, and faith. There was something different about him that day in Fresno. He was usually running from one thing to the next and rarely took the time to just sit and talk. But that day, he seemed calm and content. He talked endlessly about his love for the Lord and his desire to know everything He could about His Savior. The three of us discussed the mysteries of the faith and the questions that we wished we had the answers to. And now, I can’t help but think that Charlie is finally experiencing the answers to all those questions we sat there wondering about together. Charlie lived out his faith courageously, and he died at the peak of it. What a blessing it is to be able to say that about someone. I just picture him talking with the Lord now, even more calm and content than he was that day in California.

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I'll never shut up about how he noticed she was overwhelmed and out of options so he stopped his act, and just went to tell her that he accepted it and he reassured her that together they would win this, it just took for him too see her like that, to go against the world #isfad

I'll never shut up about how he noticed she was overwhelmed and out of options so he stopped his act, and just went to tell her that he accepted it and he reassured her that together they would win this, it just took for him too see her like that, to go against the world #isfad

•souleditts🪾

32,888 просмотров • 8 месяцев назад

what im about to say is just MY vision! this is how i see it i feel like the car in the mv represents heeseung himself and everything he has gone through over the years. in the mv, when he first got the car, it’s bright red. red symbolizes his passion, excitement, and happiness as he finally achieves the dream he had worked toward for so long. he has debuted, he is standing on stage and he is doing what he always wanted to do as the story progresses, the car becomes almost completely gray. i see this as a reflection of heeseung’s burnout and emotional exhaustion. the feeling of becoming drained after constantly giving so much of yourself without having enough time to recover. heeseung had dreams and desire to release his own solo music and show a different side of himself as an artist, but he wasn’t able to do it, he pushed it aside for a long time so he started losing hope. the fading color of the car mirrors how his passion and motivation were slowly being overshadowed by frustration and disappointment yet the car never becomes entirely gray. the driver’s door is still red. that remaining red represents the part of heeseung that refused to let go of his dreams and passion. no matter how exhausted he became, no matter how much disappointment he faced, there was still a small part of him that continued to believe that things could get better. the car is literally following heeseung and refusing to let go. i feel like it symbolizes the passion that survived even when everything else seemed to be fading away – the fully red car shows the joy of a dream coming true – the gray car shows the emotional cost of everything that came afterward – and the driver’s red door shows that no matter how difficult the journey became, he never completely lost himself that’s why i believe the car represents heeseung/his dreams

what im about to say is just MY vision! this is how i see it i feel like the car in the mv represents heeseung himself and everything he has gone through over the years. in the mv, when he first got the car, it’s bright red. red symbolizes his passion, excitement, and happiness as he finally achieves the dream he had worked toward for so long. he has debuted, he is standing on stage and he is doing what he always wanted to do as the story progresses, the car becomes almost completely gray. i see this as a reflection of heeseung’s burnout and emotional exhaustion. the feeling of becoming drained after constantly giving so much of yourself without having enough time to recover. heeseung had dreams and desire to release his own solo music and show a different side of himself as an artist, but he wasn’t able to do it, he pushed it aside for a long time so he started losing hope. the fading color of the car mirrors how his passion and motivation were slowly being overshadowed by frustration and disappointment yet the car never becomes entirely gray. the driver’s door is still red. that remaining red represents the part of heeseung that refused to let go of his dreams and passion. no matter how exhausted he became, no matter how much disappointment he faced, there was still a small part of him that continued to believe that things could get better. the car is literally following heeseung and refusing to let go. i feel like it symbolizes the passion that survived even when everything else seemed to be fading away – the fully red car shows the joy of a dream coming true – the gray car shows the emotional cost of everything that came afterward – and the driver’s red door shows that no matter how difficult the journey became, he never completely lost himself that’s why i believe the car represents heeseung/his dreams

ev.

50,766 просмотров • 3 месяцев назад

Hiroshi Sato’s death was one of the dumbest way to die. The mecha suit was already half open, if he had simply left the mini flying machine, it would have stayed open. There was no need for him to die like that. especially when he still had a chance to live and continue growing his company.

Hiroshi Sato’s death was one of the dumbest way to die. The mecha suit was already half open, if he had simply left the mini flying machine, it would have stayed open. There was no need for him to die like that. especially when he still had a chance to live and continue growing his company.

animeme

13,297 просмотров • 3 месяцев назад

While David Cronenberg was making "The Fly" (1986) and had to shoot this scene where Jeff Goldblum had to climb the walls & crawl to the ceiling, he remembered that there was a similar scene in Ingmar Bergman's "Hour of the Wolf" (1968). So, he watched the movie again to see how the scene must have been filmed & was amazed when he realised how simple and effective it was. "The Fly" was one of the movies that Bergman had in his VHS collection at his Home in Fårö island.

While David Cronenberg was making "The Fly" (1986) and had to shoot this scene where Jeff Goldblum had to climb the walls & crawl to the ceiling, he remembered that there was a similar scene in Ingmar Bergman's "Hour of the Wolf" (1968). So, he watched the movie again to see how the scene must have been filmed & was amazed when he realised how simple and effective it was. "The Fly" was one of the movies that Bergman had in his VHS collection at his Home in Fårö island.

DepressedBergman

25,001 просмотров • 22 дней назад

Video of 9 year old sl@pping some sense into his mother after finding his mother high on the streets The young boy was not having it after seeing his mum outside with his younger brother. It seemed like it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, as he sl@pped her in an attempt to make her regain her senses. The first two sl@ps didn’t work, so he delivered another heavier one.

Video of 9 year old sl@pping some sense into his mother after finding his mother high on the streets The young boy was not having it after seeing his mum outside with his younger brother. It seemed like it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, as he sl@pped her in an attempt to make her regain her senses. The first two sl@ps didn’t work, so he delivered another heavier one.

TENIOLA

32,696 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

"Last week my husband and I went to the shelter to adopt a baby. We had a plan. One puppy. That was it. But life had something else waiting for us. At the shelter, we met two tiny Presa Canario mix puppies who had just lost their mama in a tragic accident. They were so small… but somehow, they already understood what it meant to lose everything. We picked one up. And that’s when everything changed. She didn’t relax in our arms. She reached. Right for her brother. Her tiny paws wrapped around him like she was holding onto the only thing she had left in the world. And he… he didn’t hesitate. He buried his face into her neck, holding on just as tightly. No barking. No crying. Just quiet fear… and a bond that was impossible to ignore. Presa mixes are known for loyalty—but this? This was something deeper. This was survival. This was love. We looked at each other… and we knew. There was no way we were separating them. So we didn’t. We adopted both. This photo was taken on the ride home. Two little souls, finally safe, curled up together in our arms… still holding on to each other like they promised they always would. And in that moment, watching them breathe in sync… We realized something powerful— Sometimes the best decisions aren’t the ones you plan. They’re the ones your heart makes for you. Credit & Love ~ Sarah Williams, Colorado

"Last week my husband and I went to the shelter to adopt a baby. We had a plan. One puppy. That was it. But life had something else waiting for us. At the shelter, we met two tiny Presa Canario mix puppies who had just lost their mama in a tragic accident. They were so small… but somehow, they already understood what it meant to lose everything. We picked one up. And that’s when everything changed. She didn’t relax in our arms. She reached. Right for her brother. Her tiny paws wrapped around him like she was holding onto the only thing she had left in the world. And he… he didn’t hesitate. He buried his face into her neck, holding on just as tightly. No barking. No crying. Just quiet fear… and a bond that was impossible to ignore. Presa mixes are known for loyalty—but this? This was something deeper. This was survival. This was love. We looked at each other… and we knew. There was no way we were separating them. So we didn’t. We adopted both. This photo was taken on the ride home. Two little souls, finally safe, curled up together in our arms… still holding on to each other like they promised they always would. And in that moment, watching them breathe in sync… We realized something powerful— Sometimes the best decisions aren’t the ones you plan. They’re the ones your heart makes for you. Credit & Love ~ Sarah Williams, Colorado

ماعز-

99,372 просмотров • 1 месяц назад