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Meet Rahmanullah Gurbaz - Idolises Ms Dhoni - always performs against big teams - Started wicket keeping cause of Dhoni - Never gets selfless shouts from his Pr Never do tuk tuk like Kohli in important matches , True Afghanistan legend

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lol, Harry’s LA dodgers and Bluejays fiasco is a perfect example of what happens when you are an attention seeker who fakes interest in things, just to get attention😏 Harry, just like Meghan, are quite simply bandwagon hoppers. Everything they do or say, is for pure publicity and attention. They fake interest in whatever topic or issue of the moment, that can get them the attention they need 🤷🏽‍♀️ Once you understand that, you cannot help but laugh at the tit Harry made of himself and how he is groveling to fix the fiasco he created for himself🤭 This couple was NEVER known to be sports enthusiasts; they were never known to be sporty or have a remote passion for any particular sport. The only royal couple known to be avid sports enthusiasts who are also known to be very outdoorsy and Athletic are Prince William and Catherine🔥 The fact is that neither Meg nor Harry cares about either the Blue Jays or the LA Dodgers. What they cared about was doing a PR stunt to cosplay W&C and rebrand as a “Relatable sporty couple” who attends games to support their team. The issue is they have no team they truly support and zero interest in sports and it shows😂 Thus, when the dodgers offered them good seats at the Game 4 of the World Series with other celebrities, H&M hopped on the bandwagon and wore their LA dodgers hats🤭 Harry never thought for a minute of the fact that as a British prince, whose father is King of Canada, and as the patron of Invictus who loves to use Canada as his playground to promote himself over veterans; he should NEVER have accepted to go support the dodgers against the Bluejays nor to wear their hat🤷🏽‍♀️ But Harry is as dumb as a rock. Harry never THINKS nor lead, Harry always FOLLOWS. So he followed his attention-seeking wife in this PR stunt that ended up backfiring in his face. Now that he is in Canada, to save face he claims it was under “duress” that he wore the dodgers hat🤡 No there was no “duress”, Harry and Meg are a couple of “Press-titutes” who are for sale to the best offer. Yes for the right amount, they will sing whatever you want them to. That is why they were never fit to be working royals👌🏽 If Harry is in the US, he says one thing; if he lands in the UK, he says another; if he arrives in Canada, he says something else. They have no loyalties to anything but money and attention. You cannot even get William to wear a Chelsea skit. He is Aston Villa and will die Aston villa. But then again, William is genuinely true to himself. He has no need to cosplay anyone😏 Harry spend his life saying things he does not mean and doing things he cannot care less about, simply because his life is spent cosplaying his brother’s interests and life🔥 Harry wants to live William’s life. Everything William has and does, Harry wants to have and do it too. It has been over 12 years that Harry stopped being the Spare to William with Prince George’s birth. But in Harry’s mind, he will always be William’s spare; this is the only role he has cast himself in🤷🏽‍♀️ It is very clear that Harry’s true focus in life is NOT on Meghan or their family; It is NOT on his charity work that is filled with sinister scandals of bullying, murder and torture of communities; It is NOT even about serving Veterans as he loves to pretend. No, the sad truth with Harry is that he married Meghan to compete with William and Catherine; Both H&M use their “children” to compete with W&C; Harry uses every project and charity he has left to compete with William; He schedules all his PR stunts around William’s schedule to compete with William. Yes, the centre of Harry’s life, his only driving passion in life is his eternal obsession with William👌🏽 Outside of chasing William’s shadow, Harry is a man without any proper identity or true passion in life to focus on and that is how he ended up in this Dodgers and Blue Jays backlash☕️

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Imagine years of grinding, struggling, screw-ups, and brutal battles..finally clawing your way to the top after endless hard-fought wars. You've earned your rightful championship. You're on the verge of main-eventing WrestleMania, the biggest stage in wrestling, the culmination of everything you've bled for. Then, out of nowhere, an ego-driven, bald fraud big nose struts in and yanks it away. "No," he says. "You're not main-eventing. That spot's reserved for our golden boy..the darling who’s only contribution is being the son of a legend. Every year he gets his fake redemption arc handed to him on a silver platter." You're demoted to the undercard. Your reward? A match against some fat, generic jobber like Jacob Fatu. Picture the gut-wrenching pain. The betrayal. The rage boiling inside as years of sacrifice get erased in one smug decision. The dream you've chased through injuries, heartbreaks, and near-misses..snatched away to protect someone else's nepotism-fueled storyline. That's exactly what Drew McIntyre is living through right now. The damage is done. Irreversible. He'll never be the same again..trust shattered, fire dimmed, belief in the system gone. The Scottish Warrior deserved the spotlight, but politics and favoritism stole it.

Imagine years of grinding, struggling, screw-ups, and brutal battles..finally clawing your way to the top after endless hard-fought wars. You've earned your rightful championship. You're on the verge of main-eventing WrestleMania, the biggest stage in wrestling, the culmination of everything you've bled for. Then, out of nowhere, an ego-driven, bald fraud big nose struts in and yanks it away. "No," he says. "You're not main-eventing. That spot's reserved for our golden boy..the darling who’s only contribution is being the son of a legend. Every year he gets his fake redemption arc handed to him on a silver platter." You're demoted to the undercard. Your reward? A match against some fat, generic jobber like Jacob Fatu. Picture the gut-wrenching pain. The betrayal. The rage boiling inside as years of sacrifice get erased in one smug decision. The dream you've chased through injuries, heartbreaks, and near-misses..snatched away to protect someone else's nepotism-fueled storyline. That's exactly what Drew McIntyre is living through right now. The damage is done. Irreversible. He'll never be the same again..trust shattered, fire dimmed, belief in the system gone. The Scottish Warrior deserved the spotlight, but politics and favoritism stole it.

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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

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“I’m not big on social media or any of that…I just happen to be really good at fighting,” Anthony “Fluffy” Hernandez told Ariel Helwani in February 2024. 18 months later, Hernandez has now rattled off 8 straight wins, 6 by finish, proving once again that he is infact “really good” at fighting. At this point, he’s made it clear he’s one of the best middleweights in the world. He’s also one of those compelling under the radar personalities that make people love combat sports, except he rarely tells his story, and you won’t catch him chasing clout, followers, or living on social media. At home, he is surrounded by life. 4 children 🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒 4 chickens 🐓 (that roam not just the yard but the house) 3 dogs 🐕 2 cats 🐈 and a couple of ball pythons 🐍 Growing up on a ranch, animals were always part of his world, and now living in a city, keeping them around is his way of carrying that upbringing with him. One of the most important things in his house is never showing fear to his kids. Hernandez believes fear is taught by parents. “If I’m not afraid of sh*t and I don’t show fear, I think my kids will be fine…let them find out by themselves.” It’s clear Hernandez fears little and rather enjoys the violence of MMA. At 15, tipping the scales at over 250lbs, he was already trading shots with pros at small smoker shows and full-on scrapping with friends on their front lawns. But once he stepped into an actual gym, he became obsessed with the sport and clearly has never looked back. Last night he put on an absolute clinic against the 9th ranked Roman Dolidze, finishing him with one of the more savage RNC submissions you will see. The timing of this performance couldn’t be better with the middleweight title up for grabs next weekend. And while he admittedly rarely keeps up with the MMA landscape, you can bet Fluffy will be watching the result closely, knowing his opportunity to wear UFC gold could be coming sooner rather than later. (🎥: Ariel Helwani and Anthony Hernandez @ilovebamf interview February 2024)

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This is a typical example of “while men slept”. Make we sha no dey do watin go cary us go hell fire ooo 😒. God abeg!!! First of all, Imisi is not an “uneducated Yoruba woman”, as you said. She's proud of who she is, who God has made her, and most importantly where she came from (Ebute Meta), she never hides it for once, she carry am for head like gala. Let's get it straight abeg! You can excuse everything with fancy words, but let’s not twist facts to suit our narrative, remember, everyone is watching: Faith dragged a pot, insulted Imisi as “uneducated Yoruba alubosa (onions)” reduced her to his maid at home. At least, if he doesn't respect Imisi, he should respect the person (his maid at home) who cares for him at home. I have attached the video of the part that was deliberately left out, you can watch it in case you missed it. That wasn’t just a slip, it was aimed to degrade her. Imisi has always been the bigger person, laughing off insults that would break others. If Imisi does not appear as the most glamorous housemate, we believe that does not make her less of a woman, and the narrative of “in real life she can never near me” and I'm happy to tell him that in real life their path will never cross too if not for the show✌🏾 Imisi is more than their taunts, she is talented, strong, and hearty. Come what may, she will continue to stand up for herself in the face of it all with her TEN TOES DOWN!!! #ImisiAyanwale #BBNaijaS10 #BBNaija cc: Big Brother Naija MultiChoice Group

This is a typical example of “while men slept”. Make we sha no dey do watin go cary us go hell fire ooo 😒. God abeg!!! First of all, Imisi is not an “uneducated Yoruba woman”, as you said. She's proud of who she is, who God has made her, and most importantly where she came from (Ebute Meta), she never hides it for once, she carry am for head like gala. Let's get it straight abeg! You can excuse everything with fancy words, but let’s not twist facts to suit our narrative, remember, everyone is watching: Faith dragged a pot, insulted Imisi as “uneducated Yoruba alubosa (onions)” reduced her to his maid at home. At least, if he doesn't respect Imisi, he should respect the person (his maid at home) who cares for him at home. I have attached the video of the part that was deliberately left out, you can watch it in case you missed it. That wasn’t just a slip, it was aimed to degrade her. Imisi has always been the bigger person, laughing off insults that would break others. If Imisi does not appear as the most glamorous housemate, we believe that does not make her less of a woman, and the narrative of “in real life she can never near me” and I'm happy to tell him that in real life their path will never cross too if not for the show✌🏾 Imisi is more than their taunts, she is talented, strong, and hearty. Come what may, she will continue to stand up for herself in the face of it all with her TEN TOES DOWN!!! #ImisiAyanwale #BBNaijaS10 #BBNaija cc: Big Brother Naija MultiChoice Group

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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.

Gabriele Corno

119,678 görüntüleme • 1 ay önce

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

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

Fiona Fawndles

27,006 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

Holy shit. Four and a half years. My role as Marketing & PR Manager at Syscoin has officially ended, and I needed to write this before I posted anything else. So please, stop DM'ing me about Binance AMA's for $200 and telegram trade groups that have all the alpha, and 100k "active" members in them lol. The day I knew web3 was going to be the industry I live and die in started in Dubai. Binance Blockchain Week, March 2022. We threw what I still think was one of the best side events in blockchain history at the time, and from that night forward we had a standard. Syscoin stayed the true web3 vibe that everyone else strayed away from for casinos and meme tokens that died 2 years later. We always had the vibe. The right room, the right people, the right energy. That became the rhythm of the next four years for us. Syscoin stayed imitated but never duplicated over the next four years. Austin. Nashville. Las Vegas. Colombia, Singapore, Dubai, Davos. Medellín, where I first met Fernando Paredes at Devconnect, in a room full of builders who were actually building. Conferences and events all blur together when you've been to enough of them. But the side rooms don't. The 1am conversations don't. Those are the moments that built the network. Those are the moments I'll carry. Through every one of those rooms I had the honor of working alongside some of the biggest names in this industry. VC's, Founders, exchange leadership, protocol engineers, journalists, influencers and KOLs who actually move markets, builders shipping in silence. The kind of access most people in this space never get and with current industry conditions may actually never get again. I never took a single one of those rooms or connections for granted if you can't already tell by my X following. Behind all of it, the receipts that don't fit on a tweet. Over 400 terabytes of content, video, graphics, strategies, brand systems, blueprints, four years of building the marketing engine for a chain trying to scale Bitcoin without compromise. Thousands of hours, research, everything we needed to make it through cycle after cycle with our integrity, honesty and trust intact. Hundreds of strategies and playbooks that never even made it to market. There were good times. There were bad times. Anyone who tells you a four-year run inside a top-tier crypto project was all good times is selling you some straight bullshit. The project came out the other side. The team came out the other side. The work continued. That matters more than the noise. To everyone who made this run what it was. Every founder who picked up a call, every KOL who actually showed up, every journalist who took the meeting, every member of the community who never asked for anything but stayed loyal anyway. Thank you. So what's next for me? This astronaut isn't leaving the field. He's walking into the Wasteland of what he's had to watch our industry become over the last decade. Somewhere out there is the oasis. I'm going deep into AI. AI infrastructure and AI-native marketing, the place where autonomous agents, content systems, and Web3 product strategy actually meet. The next decade will define what the next century holds and I'm here to capture that. I've spent the last two years quietly building in that lane and I'm ready to make it the lane. If you're still in Web3, AI, or the seam where the two collide, my DMs are open. What a ride. — 1DC

1DC

14,875 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

Jesus Personally Taught St. Faustina How To Survive Spiritual Attacks… Here are 10 Instructions That Could Change Everything. 1. Trust Me completely → Distrust opens the soul to fear. Trust disarms it. Jesus repeatedly says that graces flow according to trust (Diary 1578) and that the soul that trusts Him is never lost (Diary 723). 2. Run to My Heart immediately in temptation → Do not dialogue with temptation. Refuge is victory. “When you are about to fall, run at once to My Heart” (Diary 1485). He warns not to engage temptation but to flee to Him immediately. 3. Reveal temptations in confession → Darkness loses power when brought into the light. “The priest is My representative… reveal your soul to him” (Diary 1725). Confession breaks the power of hidden struggles. 4. Do not be guided by feelings → Feelings change. The will chooses love. “Do not be guided by feeling, because it is not always in your power” (Diary 1760). Faithfulness is measured by the will, not emotion. 5. Practice humility and patience with yourself → Impatience weakens the soul. Humility strengthens it. “My daughter, know that you are what you are before Me… nothing more” (Diary 56). Jesus calls the soul to patience in weakness and growth (Diary 1488). 6. Accept suffering with love → United to Christ, suffering becomes redemptive. “You will save more souls through prayer and suffering than through activity” (Diary 1767). Suffering embraced in union with Him has real spiritual power. 7. Remain obedient to legitimate spiritual authority → Obedience protects against deception. “My will is that you should obey your confessor in everything” (Diary 639). Obedience is tied to safety in the spiritual life. 8. Avoid curiosity about the future → Trust God’s timing. Curiosity breeds anxiety. “Do not be curious about the future… I am your security” (Diary 293). He redirects the soul from curiosity to trust. 9. Reject discouragement immediately → Discouragement never comes from God. “Why are you afraid…? Do you not know that I am always with you?” (Diary 613). Jesus corrects discouragement with His presence and truth. 10. Fight with courage, knowing I am with you → Courage rooted in Christ causes fear to retreat “Do not fear… I am with you always” (Diary 586). “Fight like a knight… do not be discouraged” (Diary 450). 💬 Is your spiritual life built on discipline… or just motivation when you feel like it?

Jesus Personally Taught St. Faustina How To Survive Spiritual Attacks… Here are 10 Instructions That Could Change Everything. 1. Trust Me completely → Distrust opens the soul to fear. Trust disarms it. Jesus repeatedly says that graces flow according to trust (Diary 1578) and that the soul that trusts Him is never lost (Diary 723). 2. Run to My Heart immediately in temptation → Do not dialogue with temptation. Refuge is victory. “When you are about to fall, run at once to My Heart” (Diary 1485). He warns not to engage temptation but to flee to Him immediately. 3. Reveal temptations in confession → Darkness loses power when brought into the light. “The priest is My representative… reveal your soul to him” (Diary 1725). Confession breaks the power of hidden struggles. 4. Do not be guided by feelings → Feelings change. The will chooses love. “Do not be guided by feeling, because it is not always in your power” (Diary 1760). Faithfulness is measured by the will, not emotion. 5. Practice humility and patience with yourself → Impatience weakens the soul. Humility strengthens it. “My daughter, know that you are what you are before Me… nothing more” (Diary 56). Jesus calls the soul to patience in weakness and growth (Diary 1488). 6. Accept suffering with love → United to Christ, suffering becomes redemptive. “You will save more souls through prayer and suffering than through activity” (Diary 1767). Suffering embraced in union with Him has real spiritual power. 7. Remain obedient to legitimate spiritual authority → Obedience protects against deception. “My will is that you should obey your confessor in everything” (Diary 639). Obedience is tied to safety in the spiritual life. 8. Avoid curiosity about the future → Trust God’s timing. Curiosity breeds anxiety. “Do not be curious about the future… I am your security” (Diary 293). He redirects the soul from curiosity to trust. 9. Reject discouragement immediately → Discouragement never comes from God. “Why are you afraid…? Do you not know that I am always with you?” (Diary 613). Jesus corrects discouragement with His presence and truth. 10. Fight with courage, knowing I am with you → Courage rooted in Christ causes fear to retreat “Do not fear… I am with you always” (Diary 586). “Fight like a knight… do not be discouraged” (Diary 450). 💬 Is your spiritual life built on discipline… or just motivation when you feel like it?

Dana Rachel 🇻🇦

35,669 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

Sophie started spending some afternoons at the shelter because bringing a dog home was never going to be an option. Her mother loved animals too, but a serious allergy meant Sophie had spent most of her eight years admiring other people's dogs instead of having one of her own. The shelter's reading program gave her something close. Kids could sit quietly with dogs that needed time around people, read to them and let the dogs decide how much interaction they wanted. That's how Sophie met Benny. The older black-and-white Collie mix rarely came forward when visitors stopped at his kennel. He usually stayed on the gray blanket in the back corner, watching people carefully until they moved on. Sophie started sitting on the floor with a book every Tuesday. During the first visits, Benny barely moved. Sophie would read for 20 or 30 minutes while he listened from across the kennel, and when it was time to leave, she'd close her book and tell him she'd see him next week. She always came back. One Tuesday, Sophie's mother was watching from outside the kennel when Benny did something different. Sophie had just turned a page when he lifted his head and slowly got to his feet. She noticed him moving but kept reading. Benny took a couple of steps and stopped. After listening for another moment, he came a little closer, his body still low and uncertain. Sophie's mother knew how long her daughter had been waiting for something like this. When Benny crossed half the distance between the blanket and the book, she couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Sophie never called him over. She kept reading. Eventually Benny reached her knees and stood there quietly. Sophie looked up for a second, smiled, then went back to the page. That seemed to be enough. Benny lowered himself beside her and slowly rested his head across her lap. Sophie stopped reading for just a moment. She put one hand gently against the side of his head, found her place again and continued the story. Behind the kennel bars, her mother covered her mouth and cried. She knew Sophie couldn't take Benny home. Sophie knew it too. So the following Tuesday, she came back with another book. Benny wasn't waiting in the back corner anymore. Do you think Benny had learned that Sophie was someone who would alwavs come back? another book. Benny wasn't waiting in the back corner anymore. Do you think Benny had learned that Sophie was someone who would always come back?

Sophie started spending some afternoons at the shelter because bringing a dog home was never going to be an option. Her mother loved animals too, but a serious allergy meant Sophie had spent most of her eight years admiring other people's dogs instead of having one of her own. The shelter's reading program gave her something close. Kids could sit quietly with dogs that needed time around people, read to them and let the dogs decide how much interaction they wanted. That's how Sophie met Benny. The older black-and-white Collie mix rarely came forward when visitors stopped at his kennel. He usually stayed on the gray blanket in the back corner, watching people carefully until they moved on. Sophie started sitting on the floor with a book every Tuesday. During the first visits, Benny barely moved. Sophie would read for 20 or 30 minutes while he listened from across the kennel, and when it was time to leave, she'd close her book and tell him she'd see him next week. She always came back. One Tuesday, Sophie's mother was watching from outside the kennel when Benny did something different. Sophie had just turned a page when he lifted his head and slowly got to his feet. She noticed him moving but kept reading. Benny took a couple of steps and stopped. After listening for another moment, he came a little closer, his body still low and uncertain. Sophie's mother knew how long her daughter had been waiting for something like this. When Benny crossed half the distance between the blanket and the book, she couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Sophie never called him over. She kept reading. Eventually Benny reached her knees and stood there quietly. Sophie looked up for a second, smiled, then went back to the page. That seemed to be enough. Benny lowered himself beside her and slowly rested his head across her lap. Sophie stopped reading for just a moment. She put one hand gently against the side of his head, found her place again and continued the story. Behind the kennel bars, her mother covered her mouth and cried. She knew Sophie couldn't take Benny home. Sophie knew it too. So the following Tuesday, she came back with another book. Benny wasn't waiting in the back corner anymore. Do you think Benny had learned that Sophie was someone who would alwavs come back? another book. Benny wasn't waiting in the back corner anymore. Do you think Benny had learned that Sophie was someone who would always come back?

Gabriele Corno

32,946 görüntüleme • 11 gün önce

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

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

Crazy Moments

23,002 görüntüleme • 1 ay önce

This is so silly, a small group of Iranians are outside Iran's foreign ministry chanting "Death to Araghchi, the dishonorable compromiser" Instead of celebrating their Battlefield and Diplomatic Victory, they do this... You guys do realize he is NOT the one who approves the final deals. He was NOT even the lead negotiator. Iran's Supreme Leader has to give FINAL approval. The late Ayatollah Ali Khamenei gave his blessing to downblend the nuclear material and now, so has his son. That material was ALWAYS a card to be used in a negotiation like this. Iran has NEVER wanted nukes. Iran gets to keep the Uranium and USE IT for science as they have now for years. Iran compromised NOTHING, will be walking out with A LOT, and the world sees it as a superpower now. Those crying ONLY want war, and EVERY WAR ends at a negotiation table. Especially one where your opponent is thousands of miles away. Dr. Araghchi, Dr. Ghalibaf, and Dr. Baghaei played KEY roles in PROTECTING Iran, along with everyone at the negotiation table and battlefield. President Dr. Pezeshkian was also KEY in preventing the Arab countries from ATTACKING Iran during the 40 day war. All three branches of Iran's government have been on the same page for MONTHS now. Those who do not understand politics, warfare and diplomacy, and only understand rockets are disgruntled today. Go celebrate your victory, don't embarrass yourselves with these theatrics.

This is so silly, a small group of Iranians are outside Iran's foreign ministry chanting "Death to Araghchi, the dishonorable compromiser" Instead of celebrating their Battlefield and Diplomatic Victory, they do this... You guys do realize he is NOT the one who approves the final deals. He was NOT even the lead negotiator. Iran's Supreme Leader has to give FINAL approval. The late Ayatollah Ali Khamenei gave his blessing to downblend the nuclear material and now, so has his son. That material was ALWAYS a card to be used in a negotiation like this. Iran has NEVER wanted nukes. Iran gets to keep the Uranium and USE IT for science as they have now for years. Iran compromised NOTHING, will be walking out with A LOT, and the world sees it as a superpower now. Those crying ONLY want war, and EVERY WAR ends at a negotiation table. Especially one where your opponent is thousands of miles away. Dr. Araghchi, Dr. Ghalibaf, and Dr. Baghaei played KEY roles in PROTECTING Iran, along with everyone at the negotiation table and battlefield. President Dr. Pezeshkian was also KEY in preventing the Arab countries from ATTACKING Iran during the 40 day war. All three branches of Iran's government have been on the same page for MONTHS now. Those who do not understand politics, warfare and diplomacy, and only understand rockets are disgruntled today. Go celebrate your victory, don't embarrass yourselves with these theatrics.

Ryan Rozbiani

34,643 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce