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Ludwig throws shade at Stable Ronaldo after finding out Adin Ross bought him basketball tickets “Why does Ron keep calling me, does he have no friends anymore..ya I heard Adin Ross bought u tickets..u gotta go kiss the wall now”

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Woody

613,141 views • 3 months ago

Wait…some ppl are saying this kiss isn’t passionate?? That this kiss shows they have no chemistry anymore??? THIS KISS?? The way Phu gets lost in the kiss and completely let’s himself go? The way he is kissing Cir back just as desperately?? The way they are SUCKING on each other’s lips as if the other one is water and he is dying of thirst??? Just bcs there is not tongue involved or bcs its not an open-mouthed kiss does not mean it isn’t passionate. Some ppl are forgetting that Phu met(actually met him) Cir very recently and although he likes him back and wants to kiss him too he has his hesitation bcs of the “other Phu” from the other universe etc. If anything this kiss was even more passionate than i expected. Do these ppl need glasses? Or i can give them the adress of the person who did my eye-lazering? If anything, Boss and Noeul have even MORE chemistry now. And im sorry but they will never lose it✨

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Wait…some ppl are saying this kiss isn’t passionate?? That this kiss shows they have no chemistry anymore??? THIS KISS?? The way Phu gets lost in the kiss and completely let’s himself go? The way he is kissing Cir back just as desperately?? The way they are SUCKING on each other’s lips as if the other one is water and he is dying of thirst??? Just bcs there is not tongue involved or bcs its not an open-mouthed kiss does not mean it isn’t passionate. Some ppl are forgetting that Phu met(actually met him) Cir very recently and although he likes him back and wants to kiss him too he has his hesitation bcs of the “other Phu” from the other universe etc. If anything this kiss was even more passionate than i expected. Do these ppl need glasses? Or i can give them the adress of the person who did my eye-lazering? If anything, Boss and Noeul have even MORE chemistry now. And im sorry but they will never lose it✨

Pearlie✨

69,909 views • 1 year ago

I was planning to return him to the shelter on Monday. It’s hard to admit, but I had reached my limit. His name is Sarge, a 110-pound Pyrenees mix, and for three weeks he had been exhausting to handle. He didn’t destroy things or bark nonstop. He escaped. A six-foot fence didn’t stop him — he dug underneath. A locked gate didn’t matter — he figured out how to open it. Every day while I was at work, he would get out. Animal control kept finding him miles away, worn out, covered in dirt, sometimes limping. I couldn’t keep dealing with the fines or the constant stress. “He doesn’t want to be here,” I told my sister. “He just keeps running.” Saturday changed everything. I was home that morning when, around 10, he started pacing. Whining. Scratching at the door. This time, I let him out — but I followed him. I needed to know where he kept going. He didn’t head toward a park. He didn’t chase anything. He lowered his nose and moved forward with quiet determination, like he had a destination in mind. We walked a long way. Across a highway. Through thick brush that tore at my clothes. Eventually, he stopped at a cemetery. He slipped through a broken section of the fence, and I climbed over after him. I found him in the far corner — the part no one visits anymore. He was lying flat in front of a small, weathered headstone. Completely still. No panting. No restlessness. Just… there. I stepped closer and read the name. It belonged to an elderly man. That’s when it clicked. Why the shelter struggled to place him. Why he kept escaping. He wasn’t running away from me. He was going back to someone. For years, Sarge had been making that same journey. Rain, heat, cold — it didn’t matter. He had somewhere he needed to be. I sat down beside him in the dirt and rested my hand on his tangled fur. He let out a long, quiet sigh and leaned his heavy head against my leg. I’m not taking him back on Monday. Instead, I bought a strong harness and a long lead. If he needs to visit his person, he won’t have to do it alone anymore. We’ll go together. Every Saturday. He’s not trying to escape. He’s just that loyal. If you want to see Sarge now — how he’s doing, how he still makes those quiet Saturday visits — comment “Sarge” and I’ll show you his update.

I was planning to return him to the shelter on Monday. It’s hard to admit, but I had reached my limit. His name is Sarge, a 110-pound Pyrenees mix, and for three weeks he had been exhausting to handle. He didn’t destroy things or bark nonstop. He escaped. A six-foot fence didn’t stop him — he dug underneath. A locked gate didn’t matter — he figured out how to open it. Every day while I was at work, he would get out. Animal control kept finding him miles away, worn out, covered in dirt, sometimes limping. I couldn’t keep dealing with the fines or the constant stress. “He doesn’t want to be here,” I told my sister. “He just keeps running.” Saturday changed everything. I was home that morning when, around 10, he started pacing. Whining. Scratching at the door. This time, I let him out — but I followed him. I needed to know where he kept going. He didn’t head toward a park. He didn’t chase anything. He lowered his nose and moved forward with quiet determination, like he had a destination in mind. We walked a long way. Across a highway. Through thick brush that tore at my clothes. Eventually, he stopped at a cemetery. He slipped through a broken section of the fence, and I climbed over after him. I found him in the far corner — the part no one visits anymore. He was lying flat in front of a small, weathered headstone. Completely still. No panting. No restlessness. Just… there. I stepped closer and read the name. It belonged to an elderly man. That’s when it clicked. Why the shelter struggled to place him. Why he kept escaping. He wasn’t running away from me. He was going back to someone. For years, Sarge had been making that same journey. Rain, heat, cold — it didn’t matter. He had somewhere he needed to be. I sat down beside him in the dirt and rested my hand on his tangled fur. He let out a long, quiet sigh and leaned his heavy head against my leg. I’m not taking him back on Monday. Instead, I bought a strong harness and a long lead. If he needs to visit his person, he won’t have to do it alone anymore. We’ll go together. Every Saturday. He’s not trying to escape. He’s just that loyal. If you want to see Sarge now — how he’s doing, how he still makes those quiet Saturday visits — comment “Sarge” and I’ll show you his update.

Crazy Moments

25,594 views • 1 month ago

This runner at first was caught in a pick off move by the pitcher. Pitcher throws to first and the first baseman fires to second and the umpire calls him out. He looked safe on the play. However, the umpire admits he was safe but said he called him out because the other team was losing 10-0 in the first inning. He said “he was so safe but I just gave it to them.” Basically saying we gotta’ get the game moving right? Fellow umpires, some coaches and parents said they respect the call and why. But many people said you are cheating that one runner by calling him out. They said no matter the score you have to have integrity even if it is 20-0. They said this is why kids grow up disliking umpires and why parents act the way they do. Tough one- I actually understand where he is coming from but if that were your kid, would you want him called out? I say call the game the right way 100% and let it play out the way it is supposed to. How is the other team supposed to get better if you are giving them calls? Do you agree with the umpire and why he did it? Or, are you totally against that and that should never happen?

This runner at first was caught in a pick off move by the pitcher. Pitcher throws to first and the first baseman fires to second and the umpire calls him out. He looked safe on the play. However, the umpire admits he was safe but said he called him out because the other team was losing 10-0 in the first inning. He said “he was so safe but I just gave it to them.” Basically saying we gotta’ get the game moving right? Fellow umpires, some coaches and parents said they respect the call and why. But many people said you are cheating that one runner by calling him out. They said no matter the score you have to have integrity even if it is 20-0. They said this is why kids grow up disliking umpires and why parents act the way they do. Tough one- I actually understand where he is coming from but if that were your kid, would you want him called out? I say call the game the right way 100% and let it play out the way it is supposed to. How is the other team supposed to get better if you are giving them calls? Do you agree with the umpire and why he did it? Or, are you totally against that and that should never happen?

👉M-Û-R-Č-H👈

44,446 views • 1 month ago

So I have to tell you what is going on in my life. This last month has been overwhelming for me. By that I mean that I just didn't want to go on after Vinnie died. He wasn't the first to leave me but he was different. When my illness got worse, Vinnie wouldn't leave me. I just didn't have a reason to care anymore. I started looking online at adoptable Chihuahuas and thought I had found one here in Oregon but was turned down because I couldn't take her for 2-3 walks a day and because I didn't have a large attached yard. A "X" friend found this little guy in Texas. The rescue has waved his adoption fee and my "X" friend is paying for the transportation cost. Please welcome "Tank". He left Texas this morning and should be here by Sunday. His family surrendered him (at age 9) to a high kill shelter and a small rescue was able to pull him. Now he will be with me for the rest of his life. He does have cataracts but I am hoping to find help with surgery through large discounts at Oregon Humane because of my age and with help from my Vet if he needs it. Right now he isn't at that point. He had two lumps removed and is cancer free. I hope that Vinnie would approve because Tank isn't replacing him. No one will ever replace him. I will let you know when he gets here.

So I have to tell you what is going on in my life. This last month has been overwhelming for me. By that I mean that I just didn't want to go on after Vinnie died. He wasn't the first to leave me but he was different. When my illness got worse, Vinnie wouldn't leave me. I just didn't have a reason to care anymore. I started looking online at adoptable Chihuahuas and thought I had found one here in Oregon but was turned down because I couldn't take her for 2-3 walks a day and because I didn't have a large attached yard. A "X" friend found this little guy in Texas. The rescue has waved his adoption fee and my "X" friend is paying for the transportation cost. Please welcome "Tank". He left Texas this morning and should be here by Sunday. His family surrendered him (at age 9) to a high kill shelter and a small rescue was able to pull him. Now he will be with me for the rest of his life. He does have cataracts but I am hoping to find help with surgery through large discounts at Oregon Humane because of my age and with help from my Vet if he needs it. Right now he isn't at that point. He had two lumps removed and is cancer free. I hope that Vinnie would approve because Tank isn't replacing him. No one will ever replace him. I will let you know when he gets here.

Nurse Cadet Kendra & Angel's Bella & Vinnie

30,739 views • 6 months ago

I’m not here to talk about the time Cole Huston who self proclaims himself as “Magic” and his 10 BU buddies hit up their agent 2 hours before our HB3 show in Boston (that was sold out) and asked me for tickets and then walked out mid show because they felt like they were too good to laugh. They were sitting in VIP on the stage. 93.1 tried to do them a solid as I was appreciative they were fans. What did we get in return? Literally a walk off. Was that a big reason BU probably sucked this year? Probably. That’s not what I’m here for though. I wish him the best. Would I want to have a beer with him? No I honestly wouldn’t. But that’s baseball. And that’s how the game goes. I still hope he does well. And he’s got a way better chance of playing way longer than I did in the National so it seems. Good luck fella. You’re paying for tickets next time and I’m stuffing you in the pigeon deck. You gotta re-earn my respect that’s worth nothing. -Unc Swish

I’m not here to talk about the time Cole Huston who self proclaims himself as “Magic” and his 10 BU buddies hit up their agent 2 hours before our HB3 show in Boston (that was sold out) and asked me for tickets and then walked out mid show because they felt like they were too good to laugh. They were sitting in VIP on the stage. 93.1 tried to do them a solid as I was appreciative they were fans. What did we get in return? Literally a walk off. Was that a big reason BU probably sucked this year? Probably. That’s not what I’m here for though. I wish him the best. Would I want to have a beer with him? No I honestly wouldn’t. But that’s baseball. And that’s how the game goes. I still hope he does well. And he’s got a way better chance of playing way longer than I did in the National so it seems. Good luck fella. You’re paying for tickets next time and I’m stuffing you in the pigeon deck. You gotta re-earn my respect that’s worth nothing. -Unc Swish

Jordan Schmaltz

393,185 views • 4 months ago

Don’t give me these back handed compliments bro lol I don’t care for em. I spoke on y’all because I can & u right y’all should be thinking SB, but let’s be logical Y’all in one breath saying that Swift was a top back in the league last year, so why let him go for Saquan? Also that’s a replacement move, how much better did u get at the position? Idk just asking Huff is a handcuff for Reddick’s contract, why not pay Reddick? Is Huff better than Reddick? They’re going to let him walk it seems, so another replacement move CGJ is back because he shined here, but under a different coordinator, but I like that move. I like CGJ but he’s not a world beater, otherwise he wouldn’t be back lol Devin White was one of the lowest graded LB’s last season and got benched for Britt! Why would TB not pay a young all pro over the aging Lavante David? That says it all about him & his film last season is not great! The real losses y’all have are at Center with Kelce & at DT with Cox, what have y’all done to replace them? Nothing at all These ain’t hate pieces, these are facts, stop talking about ur feelings about me and talk about these things I’m asking u! Straight up Devin out here looking like Clark!

Don’t give me these back handed compliments bro lol I don’t care for em. I spoke on y’all because I can & u right y’all should be thinking SB, but let’s be logical Y’all in one breath saying that Swift was a top back in the league last year, so why let him go for Saquan? Also that’s a replacement move, how much better did u get at the position? Idk just asking Huff is a handcuff for Reddick’s contract, why not pay Reddick? Is Huff better than Reddick? They’re going to let him walk it seems, so another replacement move CGJ is back because he shined here, but under a different coordinator, but I like that move. I like CGJ but he’s not a world beater, otherwise he wouldn’t be back lol Devin White was one of the lowest graded LB’s last season and got benched for Britt! Why would TB not pay a young all pro over the aging Lavante David? That says it all about him & his film last season is not great! The real losses y’all have are at Center with Kelce & at DT with Cox, what have y’all done to replace them? Nothing at all These ain’t hate pieces, these are facts, stop talking about ur feelings about me and talk about these things I’m asking u! Straight up Devin out here looking like Clark!

Akoye Media

64,635 views • 2 years ago

level 13 vayne walks up to me i'm level 12. he thinks he's got it figured out. i can feel him calculating. level advantage. wall behind me. condemn angle. "this is free" he's thinking. he has no idea who he's dealing with. i don't just see the play. i see him. all of him. everything he ever was. i see his past. season 4. yasuo and katarina two trick. keyboard full of cheeto dust. "outplayed" after every kill. montage clips playing in his head. thought he was the main character. then the nerfs came. riot broke his champions. broke his spirit. he wandered. lost. searching for a new identity. then he found my vayne vods. my child. my creation. my mistake. i see his present. alone. dark room. empty cans. this condemn is the highlight of his month. i see everything. he's going to condemn in 0.8 seconds. so i flash left. condemn hits. pushes me. not into the wall. into my lulu. shield. ult. 2000 hp. running at him. his brain breaks. "that's not... he flashed... why is he so big..." lulu giggles. i don't. he dies. not just in game. the season 4 yasuo main inside him dies too. again. i see his kids. they'll find his opgg one day. "dad why do you have 3000 vayne games" he won't answer. i see his death. still haunted. "he flashed left" he whispers. "he knew. he always knew." yeah i did. you learned vayne from me. but you'll never see what i see. Study the Saskio way

level 13 vayne walks up to me i'm level 12. he thinks he's got it figured out. i can feel him calculating. level advantage. wall behind me. condemn angle. "this is free" he's thinking. he has no idea who he's dealing with. i don't just see the play. i see him. all of him. everything he ever was. i see his past. season 4. yasuo and katarina two trick. keyboard full of cheeto dust. "outplayed" after every kill. montage clips playing in his head. thought he was the main character. then the nerfs came. riot broke his champions. broke his spirit. he wandered. lost. searching for a new identity. then he found my vayne vods. my child. my creation. my mistake. i see his present. alone. dark room. empty cans. this condemn is the highlight of his month. i see everything. he's going to condemn in 0.8 seconds. so i flash left. condemn hits. pushes me. not into the wall. into my lulu. shield. ult. 2000 hp. running at him. his brain breaks. "that's not... he flashed... why is he so big..." lulu giggles. i don't. he dies. not just in game. the season 4 yasuo main inside him dies too. again. i see his kids. they'll find his opgg one day. "dad why do you have 3000 vayne games" he won't answer. i see his death. still haunted. "he flashed left" he whispers. "he knew. he always knew." yeah i did. you learned vayne from me. but you'll never see what i see. Study the Saskio way

Tony Chau

104,683 views • 6 months ago

Last night I had the absolute pleasure of attending the Edinburgh Tattoo for the first time. 👌 Why I have never been before is beyond me. 🤷‍♀️ It was one of THE best experiences I’ve ever had. 🙌Overwhelmingly good. Made me so proud to have worn a uniform. If you have never been, u simply have to put it on the bucket list! I also had no idea until the end that the show does not make a profit, it’s all for forces charities! An extra special thanks to Alan the show director and Laura for hosting my family so warmly. I played my dad the videos in his hospital bed this morning and he cried upon hearing the ‘Skye boat song’. It holds some special memories for him and my mum. And to ALL the team involved in the tattoo this year, you made my family’s dream come true. Have an AMAZING month! 🫡🙏🫶

Last night I had the absolute pleasure of attending the Edinburgh Tattoo for the first time. 👌 Why I have never been before is beyond me. 🤷‍♀️ It was one of THE best experiences I’ve ever had. 🙌Overwhelmingly good. Made me so proud to have worn a uniform. If you have never been, u simply have to put it on the bucket list! I also had no idea until the end that the show does not make a profit, it’s all for forces charities! An extra special thanks to Alan the show director and Laura for hosting my family so warmly. I played my dad the videos in his hospital bed this morning and he cried upon hearing the ‘Skye boat song’. It holds some special memories for him and my mum. And to ALL the team involved in the tattoo this year, you made my family’s dream come true. Have an AMAZING month! 🫡🙏🫶

Chinook Crew Chick

19,769 views • 7 days ago

J. K. Simmons says he fought for J. Jonah Jameson to keep his iconic look from the Raimi trilogy which was comics accurate, but Sony made him go bald. “[Sony told me] ‘No, we don’t want you to have the flattop haircut,’ and I was like, ‘Wait, wait, wait. What?’” “‘Yeah, we don’t want the cigar and the mustache.’” In Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man, Jameson had the flat top, small mustache, and cigar, just exactly like the comics. But in Spider-Man: Far From Home and Spider-Man: No Way Home, Sony changed the character to a bald version, dropping those signature traits. “Obviously, the most important thing is that he's still the same blowhard and he does have the same damn mustache, close to it, and cigar at least."

J. K. Simmons says he fought for J. Jonah Jameson to keep his iconic look from the Raimi trilogy which was comics accurate, but Sony made him go bald. “[Sony told me] ‘No, we don’t want you to have the flattop haircut,’ and I was like, ‘Wait, wait, wait. What?’” “‘Yeah, we don’t want the cigar and the mustache.’” In Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man, Jameson had the flat top, small mustache, and cigar, just exactly like the comics. But in Spider-Man: Far From Home and Spider-Man: No Way Home, Sony changed the character to a bald version, dropping those signature traits. “Obviously, the most important thing is that he's still the same blowhard and he does have the same damn mustache, close to it, and cigar at least."

Movies Scenes 🎫

776,807 views • 4 months ago

The Cybertruck is hands down the best Tesla I’ve ever owned. I’ve taken it on tens of thousands of miles on road trips, through cities, mountains, deserts, forests, and now another camping trip. The front is covered in bugs, it’s dusty, dirty, and looks like it just came back from an adventure… and honestly, to me, that’s when it looks its best. What I love most is how little I have to think about it. No oil changes. No engine maintenance. No transmission to worry about. I just charge it, rotate the tires when needed, wash it whenever I feel like it, and keep driving. Right now I’m sitting at a campsite, looking over at it, and I can’t help but smile. And every time I see it, I’m reminded why I bought it. It’s tough, insanely capable, and unlike anything else on the road. Whether it’s hauling gear, camping in remote places, or eating up highway miles with FSD, it just does everything I ask of it. No questions asked. People can debate the design all they want, hate on Elon, etc, but once you actually live with a Cybertruck, it’s hard to imagine going back to anything else. Zero regrets. I’d buy it all over again.

The Cybertruck is hands down the best Tesla I’ve ever owned. I’ve taken it on tens of thousands of miles on road trips, through cities, mountains, deserts, forests, and now another camping trip. The front is covered in bugs, it’s dusty, dirty, and looks like it just came back from an adventure… and honestly, to me, that’s when it looks its best. What I love most is how little I have to think about it. No oil changes. No engine maintenance. No transmission to worry about. I just charge it, rotate the tires when needed, wash it whenever I feel like it, and keep driving. Right now I’m sitting at a campsite, looking over at it, and I can’t help but smile. And every time I see it, I’m reminded why I bought it. It’s tough, insanely capable, and unlike anything else on the road. Whether it’s hauling gear, camping in remote places, or eating up highway miles with FSD, it just does everything I ask of it. No questions asked. People can debate the design all they want, hate on Elon, etc, but once you actually live with a Cybertruck, it’s hard to imagine going back to anything else. Zero regrets. I’d buy it all over again.

Teslaconomics

16,283 views • 9 days ago

"My dad forgot my name last Thursday. He looked at me for a long time and I could see him trying and I smiled and said it's okay Dad and meant it and didn't mean it. Yesterday I brought Bruno to visit. Dad was in his recliner staring at the window the way he does when he's somewhere we can't follow. Bruno walked in. Dad turned. And his whole face — his whole face — became the face I grew up with. He reached out both hands. He said Bruno's name perfectly. Clearly. No hesitation. He said it the way you say the name of something you have loved so long it lives below the place the disease can reach." He held Bruno's face in both hands for a long time. He talked to him. Full sentences. Things I haven't heard from him in months. He said — "There's my boy. There he is. I knew you'd come." I sat in the corner of that room and I let them have it and I didn't make a sound because some things are not for witnessing loudly. My dad has Alzheimer's. Some days he knows me. Some days he is somewhere I cannot find him. But he always knows Bruno. Every single visit. Every single time. Bruno walks in and my father comes back to the surface like something in him refuses to forget the one who never left. I don't know what that is. I don't know the name for it. I just know that Bruno walks into that room and my father says his name and for a few minutes I have my dad back. That's everything. Some days that's just everything. Drop a ❤️ for Dad. And for Bruno who finds him every single time in places I can't reach.

"My dad forgot my name last Thursday. He looked at me for a long time and I could see him trying and I smiled and said it's okay Dad and meant it and didn't mean it. Yesterday I brought Bruno to visit. Dad was in his recliner staring at the window the way he does when he's somewhere we can't follow. Bruno walked in. Dad turned. And his whole face — his whole face — became the face I grew up with. He reached out both hands. He said Bruno's name perfectly. Clearly. No hesitation. He said it the way you say the name of something you have loved so long it lives below the place the disease can reach." He held Bruno's face in both hands for a long time. He talked to him. Full sentences. Things I haven't heard from him in months. He said — "There's my boy. There he is. I knew you'd come." I sat in the corner of that room and I let them have it and I didn't make a sound because some things are not for witnessing loudly. My dad has Alzheimer's. Some days he knows me. Some days he is somewhere I cannot find him. But he always knows Bruno. Every single visit. Every single time. Bruno walks in and my father comes back to the surface like something in him refuses to forget the one who never left. I don't know what that is. I don't know the name for it. I just know that Bruno walks into that room and my father says his name and for a few minutes I have my dad back. That's everything. Some days that's just everything. Drop a ❤️ for Dad. And for Bruno who finds him every single time in places I can't reach.

Crazy Moments

78,118 views • 1 month ago

At my wits end with my cat. Starting to resent him. TL:DR - cat constantly cries, and absolutely NOTHING works. Starting to resent the cat and causing relationship issues. At a complete loss about options. I’m at my complete wits end with my cat!!! He constantly cries. Non. Stop. We can’t take it anymore. He’s always cried a lot since he was a kitten, and he’s now 3 years old and nothing has changed. We have taken him to the vet multiple times and they can find nothing wrong with him. He’s an indoor only cat, and recently he started going outside to explore our apartment garden. He ended up running out the door one day, and since he didn’t stray far, we were giving him an hour outside each day to help burn off some energy. Now he wants to be outside constantly and will cry for literally hours when we bring him inside. He’s not one for cat toys, has never been interested in them. We have tried every single enriching activity and he does it once and never again. When we play with him (chasey or hide and seek) he’s bored after 5 mins. We tried Zylkene. We tried Feliway. Neither worked. We even trialled getting him a companion and that ended up terribly. We work from home 4 days a week and are around on the weekends. We are starting to resent him and it’s causing issues between me and my partner as we’re constantly stressed about him. We can’t give him up as pounds are full and he’ll be euthanised and none of our family members (with houses and yards) want to take him either as they don’t like him/hear horror stories from us. We’re just at a loss about our options. Videos attached is what he does all day

At my wits end with my cat. Starting to resent him. TL:DR - cat constantly cries, and absolutely NOTHING works. Starting to resent the cat and causing relationship issues. At a complete loss about options. I’m at my complete wits end with my cat!!! He constantly cries. Non. Stop. We can’t take it anymore. He’s always cried a lot since he was a kitten, and he’s now 3 years old and nothing has changed. We have taken him to the vet multiple times and they can find nothing wrong with him. He’s an indoor only cat, and recently he started going outside to explore our apartment garden. He ended up running out the door one day, and since he didn’t stray far, we were giving him an hour outside each day to help burn off some energy. Now he wants to be outside constantly and will cry for literally hours when we bring him inside. He’s not one for cat toys, has never been interested in them. We have tried every single enriching activity and he does it once and never again. When we play with him (chasey or hide and seek) he’s bored after 5 mins. We tried Zylkene. We tried Feliway. Neither worked. We even trialled getting him a companion and that ended up terribly. We work from home 4 days a week and are around on the weekends. We are starting to resent him and it’s causing issues between me and my partner as we’re constantly stressed about him. We can’t give him up as pounds are full and he’ll be euthanised and none of our family members (with houses and yards) want to take him either as they don’t like him/hear horror stories from us. We’re just at a loss about our options. Videos attached is what he does all day

We Assess and Draw Cats 🐾

120,597 views • 1 year ago

Mzansi National Importance Please Help. 📍🇿🇦💔 Can someone please send help? I've been employed on and off, trying to make a way for my son and me. I live in a toxic household, where you're the best when you can give money but you're nothing when you don't have anything. I have a deadbeat baby daddy who doesn't support me. I've endured so much for the entirety of my life, but I can't anymore. I wanna get away from this house where people bully me, where I'm isolated, gossiped about. I wanna flee. I feel like ending things. My family has been the root of my pain, towards myself but also my child. tonight we had the biggest fight and they tried to make me seem like I'm a bad mother because I at times keep my son in my bedroom with me, but it's because of how they treat him. The colorist comments, the way they break down his self-esteem calling him "blou ding", "k#ffer", and more. When I told my mother I'll take legal action against them, she told me that the police will see that I'm crazy. She also threatened me by saying she'll take me to court and say I abuse my child!!!! I don't abuse my child I sometimes yell at him out of frustration cause I'll tell him to stay with me but he'll go to them. He's 5 so he obviously doesn't understand why I don't want him around them. I feel embarrassed for having to come to the internet with my problems, especiially since I've always beem taught to hide the ugly but I can't anymore. 😭😭😭 Someone send help. Whether it's a ngo that can help, a job application, a learnership, anything. I just need to get me and my child out of this household. I'm tired. Ek is moeg! 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 #help #toxichouseholds #deadbeatdadprob #southafrica

Mzansi National Importance Please Help. 📍🇿🇦💔 Can someone please send help? I've been employed on and off, trying to make a way for my son and me. I live in a toxic household, where you're the best when you can give money but you're nothing when you don't have anything. I have a deadbeat baby daddy who doesn't support me. I've endured so much for the entirety of my life, but I can't anymore. I wanna get away from this house where people bully me, where I'm isolated, gossiped about. I wanna flee. I feel like ending things. My family has been the root of my pain, towards myself but also my child. tonight we had the biggest fight and they tried to make me seem like I'm a bad mother because I at times keep my son in my bedroom with me, but it's because of how they treat him. The colorist comments, the way they break down his self-esteem calling him "blou ding", "k#ffer", and more. When I told my mother I'll take legal action against them, she told me that the police will see that I'm crazy. She also threatened me by saying she'll take me to court and say I abuse my child!!!! I don't abuse my child I sometimes yell at him out of frustration cause I'll tell him to stay with me but he'll go to them. He's 5 so he obviously doesn't understand why I don't want him around them. I feel embarrassed for having to come to the internet with my problems, especiially since I've always beem taught to hide the ugly but I can't anymore. 😭😭😭 Someone send help. Whether it's a ngo that can help, a job application, a learnership, anything. I just need to get me and my child out of this household. I'm tired. Ek is moeg! 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 #help #toxichouseholds #deadbeatdadprob #southafrica

Black-Jesus💧🇿🇦

55,521 views • 5 months ago

"On Thursday he called me to sit with his friends, something he usually wouldn't do. He told me how proud he was of me, that I was a fighter and that I was his pride. I didn't understand why he was telling me all this.” Bar Asraf's sister Lihi shared a memory of her brother. This weekend, Bar took his own life at the grave of his girlfriend, Liron Barda z"l. Liron was murdered by Hamas at the Nova massacre on October 7th. Last Wednesday, Bar danced at his brother Maor's wedding. Family members say he was happy, sang, hugged everyone, and was moved by the celebration. On Saturday, the family had gathered at their home. "At noon, he wanted to go to the pool," recalled Lihi. "We said we didn't have a membership, so he said, 'Okay.' When we couldn't find him, we started searching on foot. We thought about where he might be, and we said we'd go to Liron's grave. At first, I didn't see him. Then I saw him lying there. I shouted, 'Bar, get up!'" "Only then did I understand what had happened. At first, I was even afraid that they had killed him. I didn't understand what I was seeing." Bar's family said he and Liron were soulmates. "Liron would come to us all the time, especially on Tuesdays when Mom would make couscous. When he was on a trip to Colombia, she even flew in to surprise him. They were soulmates." Lihi shared that after Liron's murder, "At first he didn't sleep for a week, didn't talk, didn't eat, and didn't laugh. Then slowly he began to recover." "He went back to laughing, talking to people, and spreading Liron's love. He would organize meals for soldiers in her memory, and on Passover he organized the distribution of packages to the needy. He was a person who was always helping others." Bar's mother shared: "Liron was everything to him. She was his best friend and his psychologist. It was important to him to tell her about everything he did. After she was murdered, he would come to the cemetery almost every day. I told him not to go all the time, but only when he really felt the need to go and talk to her, and he listened." "Two months ago he was sitting in the living room and crying. I asked him, 'What happened?' and he told me: 'Mom, it's hard for me without Liron. There's no one to replace her. I miss her.' He hugged me and cried a cry I'll never forget, loudly." "Bar was a boy who loved life. He had a huge heart. He cared so much for his siblings and supported them," Bar's mother said. "On Shabbat, a few hours before leaving the house, he sat with me, ate some of the cakes I made and said to me: 'Mom, only you can organize something like [the wedding celebration], and make sure that nothing is missing.' Then I told him I was going to rest. He told me, 'You deserve it' - and when I went to bed, he just left." Bar's mother said to everyone mourning him: "Remember Bar not because of his tragic end, but because of his huge heart.”

"On Thursday he called me to sit with his friends, something he usually wouldn't do. He told me how proud he was of me, that I was a fighter and that I was his pride. I didn't understand why he was telling me all this.” Bar Asraf's sister Lihi shared a memory of her brother. This weekend, Bar took his own life at the grave of his girlfriend, Liron Barda z"l. Liron was murdered by Hamas at the Nova massacre on October 7th. Last Wednesday, Bar danced at his brother Maor's wedding. Family members say he was happy, sang, hugged everyone, and was moved by the celebration. On Saturday, the family had gathered at their home. "At noon, he wanted to go to the pool," recalled Lihi. "We said we didn't have a membership, so he said, 'Okay.' When we couldn't find him, we started searching on foot. We thought about where he might be, and we said we'd go to Liron's grave. At first, I didn't see him. Then I saw him lying there. I shouted, 'Bar, get up!'" "Only then did I understand what had happened. At first, I was even afraid that they had killed him. I didn't understand what I was seeing." Bar's family said he and Liron were soulmates. "Liron would come to us all the time, especially on Tuesdays when Mom would make couscous. When he was on a trip to Colombia, she even flew in to surprise him. They were soulmates." Lihi shared that after Liron's murder, "At first he didn't sleep for a week, didn't talk, didn't eat, and didn't laugh. Then slowly he began to recover." "He went back to laughing, talking to people, and spreading Liron's love. He would organize meals for soldiers in her memory, and on Passover he organized the distribution of packages to the needy. He was a person who was always helping others." Bar's mother shared: "Liron was everything to him. She was his best friend and his psychologist. It was important to him to tell her about everything he did. After she was murdered, he would come to the cemetery almost every day. I told him not to go all the time, but only when he really felt the need to go and talk to her, and he listened." "Two months ago he was sitting in the living room and crying. I asked him, 'What happened?' and he told me: 'Mom, it's hard for me without Liron. There's no one to replace her. I miss her.' He hugged me and cried a cry I'll never forget, loudly." "Bar was a boy who loved life. He had a huge heart. He cared so much for his siblings and supported them," Bar's mother said. "On Shabbat, a few hours before leaving the house, he sat with me, ate some of the cakes I made and said to me: 'Mom, only you can organize something like [the wedding celebration], and make sure that nothing is missing.' Then I told him I was going to rest. He told me, 'You deserve it' - and when I went to bed, he just left." Bar's mother said to everyone mourning him: "Remember Bar not because of his tragic end, but because of his huge heart.”

Hen Mazzig

34,887 views • 11 days ago

My baby is wearing a plastic bag instead of a diaper… Yes, in the year 2025 — not during a famine from centuries ago. In a world full of progress, technology, and awareness… yet the world watches and does nothing. We ran out of diapers two days ago. The last pack I had was bought before the crossings were closed. I thought it would last, but I was wrong. My newborn — only 20 days old — needs more than hope. Now, he has no diapers. No formula. And his mother’s milk doesn’t satisfy him — she’s starving, suffering from malnutrition and exhaustion. She doesn’t even have the strength to cry anymore. We have nothing left — except a plastic bag. Yes, a plastic bag has become his diaper. I wrapped him in it… my hands trembling, my heart shattered. I’m terrified — that it’ll cause a rash, an infection, or worse. That he’ll lie in his own wetness, his delicate skin burning while he sleeps. The price of one pack of diapers is £500 — And formula? Impossible. Donations? None for two days. I am completely powerless. All I can do is watch him cry, and feel like I’m failing him. My baby doesn’t know war. He doesn’t understand borders or politics or embargoes. All he knows is hunger, wetness, and pain. I’m not asking for much… Just a pack of diapers. Just a can of formula. Just a little dignity for my child. Please — help us. Your donation might save him. Your prayer might open a door for mercy.

My baby is wearing a plastic bag instead of a diaper… Yes, in the year 2025 — not during a famine from centuries ago. In a world full of progress, technology, and awareness… yet the world watches and does nothing. We ran out of diapers two days ago. The last pack I had was bought before the crossings were closed. I thought it would last, but I was wrong. My newborn — only 20 days old — needs more than hope. Now, he has no diapers. No formula. And his mother’s milk doesn’t satisfy him — she’s starving, suffering from malnutrition and exhaustion. She doesn’t even have the strength to cry anymore. We have nothing left — except a plastic bag. Yes, a plastic bag has become his diaper. I wrapped him in it… my hands trembling, my heart shattered. I’m terrified — that it’ll cause a rash, an infection, or worse. That he’ll lie in his own wetness, his delicate skin burning while he sleeps. The price of one pack of diapers is £500 — And formula? Impossible. Donations? None for two days. I am completely powerless. All I can do is watch him cry, and feel like I’m failing him. My baby doesn’t know war. He doesn’t understand borders or politics or embargoes. All he knows is hunger, wetness, and pain. I’m not asking for much… Just a pack of diapers. Just a can of formula. Just a little dignity for my child. Please — help us. Your donation might save him. Your prayer might open a door for mercy.

Hema alsabea

76,544 views • 1 year ago

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.

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 views • 5 months ago

Viewers Discretion Advice ..... Ever since my parents died, there has been one question that has haunted me every single day. It is a burden I have carried in silence for years. Sometimes, I wonder if I was somehow responsible for my brother's death. I have replayed those events in my mind countless times, asking myself if there was another path I could have taken. This is the story. It began long before he died. When my mother became seriously ill, she was rushed to Alimosho General Hospital in Igando, where she spent almost two months receiving treatment. While the rest of us were praying, hoping, and doing everything we could to keep her alive, my brother behaved in a way none of us could understand. He would leave all three gates of our compound wide open. He bought alcohol and soft drinks for people as though he was celebrating. It felt as if he had already accepted, or even welcomed, the thought of losing our mother. My father noticed it too. He was already 78 years old, and the fear in his eyes is something I can never forget. When my mother was eventually discharged from the hospital, you would have expected things to return to normal. Instead, it was as though a dark cloud had settled over my brother. Then my mother passed away. After her death, my father repeatedly told us he believed Wale would one day kill him. That fear didn't come from nowhere. They had fought before, and my father genuinely believed his life was in danger. Then, a few months later, everything changed again. Wale suddenly became very ill. But before anyone knew he was sick, his behaviour had become even more disturbing. Almost every night, he would walk around carrying an axe. One night, I asked him, "Do you want to kill all of us too?" He didn't answer. He simply laughed. A loud, chilling laugh that still echoes in my mind. This continued during the COVID-19 lockdown. Night after night, he would leave the three entrance gates wide open. We had children living in the house. I am a woman, and this was a period when stories of kidnappings, rape, and violent crimes filled the news every day. I begged him to stop. I warned him. I even told him that if he opened those gates again, I would deal with him myself. Nothing changed. He continued threatening everyone while carrying that axe. Eventually, I reached my breaking point. I reported the matter, and the police arrested him. He spent four days in detention. When I saw the condition he was in, my heart broke. Despite everything that had happened, I pleaded with the police to release him because he looked so weak. They eventually let him go. Not long after that... He died. That was when everything turned against me. Neighbours. Friends. Even some members of my own family. Many believed I was responsible because I was the one who reported him. But something one of the police officers said has stayed with me ever since. He looked at me and asked, "What if he had killed you first?" "What if he had attacked those innocent children who were only eight and five years old?" Those words have echoed in my heart ever since. I have lived with guilt for years. I still question myself. Could I have handled it differently? Should I have taken another approach? Or did I simply do what anyone would have done to protect innocent lives? That is why I am sharing this story today. Please be honest with me. If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?💔

Viewers Discretion Advice ..... Ever since my parents died, there has been one question that has haunted me every single day. It is a burden I have carried in silence for years. Sometimes, I wonder if I was somehow responsible for my brother's death. I have replayed those events in my mind countless times, asking myself if there was another path I could have taken. This is the story. It began long before he died. When my mother became seriously ill, she was rushed to Alimosho General Hospital in Igando, where she spent almost two months receiving treatment. While the rest of us were praying, hoping, and doing everything we could to keep her alive, my brother behaved in a way none of us could understand. He would leave all three gates of our compound wide open. He bought alcohol and soft drinks for people as though he was celebrating. It felt as if he had already accepted, or even welcomed, the thought of losing our mother. My father noticed it too. He was already 78 years old, and the fear in his eyes is something I can never forget. When my mother was eventually discharged from the hospital, you would have expected things to return to normal. Instead, it was as though a dark cloud had settled over my brother. Then my mother passed away. After her death, my father repeatedly told us he believed Wale would one day kill him. That fear didn't come from nowhere. They had fought before, and my father genuinely believed his life was in danger. Then, a few months later, everything changed again. Wale suddenly became very ill. But before anyone knew he was sick, his behaviour had become even more disturbing. Almost every night, he would walk around carrying an axe. One night, I asked him, "Do you want to kill all of us too?" He didn't answer. He simply laughed. A loud, chilling laugh that still echoes in my mind. This continued during the COVID-19 lockdown. Night after night, he would leave the three entrance gates wide open. We had children living in the house. I am a woman, and this was a period when stories of kidnappings, rape, and violent crimes filled the news every day. I begged him to stop. I warned him. I even told him that if he opened those gates again, I would deal with him myself. Nothing changed. He continued threatening everyone while carrying that axe. Eventually, I reached my breaking point. I reported the matter, and the police arrested him. He spent four days in detention. When I saw the condition he was in, my heart broke. Despite everything that had happened, I pleaded with the police to release him because he looked so weak. They eventually let him go. Not long after that... He died. That was when everything turned against me. Neighbours. Friends. Even some members of my own family. Many believed I was responsible because I was the one who reported him. But something one of the police officers said has stayed with me ever since. He looked at me and asked, "What if he had killed you first?" "What if he had attacked those innocent children who were only eight and five years old?" Those words have echoed in my heart ever since. I have lived with guilt for years. I still question myself. Could I have handled it differently? Should I have taken another approach? Or did I simply do what anyone would have done to protect innocent lives? That is why I am sharing this story today. Please be honest with me. If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?💔

I am Oluwademilade 🇵🇹♥️💙

66,602 views • 9 days ago

Some people say it’s “time to let him go” because caring for him has become difficult. His name is Buddy. He’s 16 years old and lives with Canine Cognitive Dysfunction — something like dementia in dogs. His body still works well, but his mind feels like a maze he can’t find his way out of. Several times a day, Buddy wanders into the corner of the living room behind the armchair. He faces the wall and just stands there. Somewhere along the way, he forgets how to turn around. Backing up doesn’t seem to exist in his world anymore. So he remains there, trembling slightly, confused by a space that isn’t actually trapping him. When that happens, I don’t get upset. I set my coffee aside, walk over, and gently place my hands on his hips. Then I slowly turn his stiff little body around so he’s facing the open room again. The moment he sees the space in front of him, his tail starts wagging. Just like that, the confusion disappears and he walks away happily, as if nothing ever happened. It takes maybe ten seconds of my day. Buddy spent years of his life bringing me my shoes, watching over the house, and quietly sitting beside me through hard days. If his final months mean I have to help turn him around so he can find his way again, then I’m more than willing. After everything he’s given me, being his compass now feels like the least I can do.

Some people say it’s “time to let him go” because caring for him has become difficult. His name is Buddy. He’s 16 years old and lives with Canine Cognitive Dysfunction — something like dementia in dogs. His body still works well, but his mind feels like a maze he can’t find his way out of. Several times a day, Buddy wanders into the corner of the living room behind the armchair. He faces the wall and just stands there. Somewhere along the way, he forgets how to turn around. Backing up doesn’t seem to exist in his world anymore. So he remains there, trembling slightly, confused by a space that isn’t actually trapping him. When that happens, I don’t get upset. I set my coffee aside, walk over, and gently place my hands on his hips. Then I slowly turn his stiff little body around so he’s facing the open room again. The moment he sees the space in front of him, his tail starts wagging. Just like that, the confusion disappears and he walks away happily, as if nothing ever happened. It takes maybe ten seconds of my day. Buddy spent years of his life bringing me my shoes, watching over the house, and quietly sitting beside me through hard days. If his final months mean I have to help turn him around so he can find his way again, then I’m more than willing. After everything he’s given me, being his compass now feels like the least I can do.

Crazy Moments

27,986 views • 1 month ago