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Dembele's wife Rima edbouche just was interviewed saying that After the world cup exit of france dembele is no longer himself he come home late and always drunk. He his now so nonchalant that he don't want to give me and his child attention anymore she said He has even started cheating recently but I still don't care I'm saying this to the world the national team and to the FIFA that they should come to my aid and help him in this hard situation because he his no longer the man I married 💔😭
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Dembele's wife Rima edbouche just was interviewed saying that After the world cup exit of france dembele is no longer himself he come home late and always drunk. He his now so nonchalant that he don't want to give me and his child attention anymore she said He has even started cheating recently but I still don't care I'm saying this to the world the national team and to the FIFA that they should come to my aid and help him in this hard situation because he his no longer the man I married 💔😭

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Fiona had always been the perfect wife for Michael. At 28 she had a body that turned heads everywhere they went. Her full DD breasts strained against every top she wore her ass was round and firm from years of yoga and her long auburn hair cascaded down her back like silk. Michael loved her more than anything but he knew deep down he couldn't satisfy her the way she needed. His cock was average at best and he finished too quickly every single time they had sex. That all changed the night they met Jason at a downtown bar in Columbus. Jason was everything Michael wasn't. Tall muscular with broad shoulders and a confident swagger that made women wet just from looking at him. He was 32 with a chiseled jaw dark hair and piercing blue eyes. When he shook Michaels hand his grip was firm and dominant. When his eyes landed on Fiona she bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together instinctively. They started chatting and Jason wasted no time flirting hard with Fiona right in front of Michael. "Damn baby you look like you need a real man to handle you" he said with a smirk. Michael sat there awkwardly sipping his drink but his cock twitched in his pants. He had fantasized about this exact scenario for years. Being cucked by a superior alpha. Later that night back at their apartment Fiona couldn't stop talking about Jason. "He was so fucking hot Michael. Did you see his arms? And the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me." Michael stroked his small cock while she described it getting harder than he had in months. "You want him don't you?" he whispered. Fiona nodded biting her lip. "I need him baby. I need a real cock." The next evening Jason came over. He walked in like he owned the place kissing Fiona deeply right in front of Michael. His big hands grabbed her ass squeezing it possessively while Michael watched from the couch. "Your wife is mine tonight cuck" Jason said with a cocky grin. Michael nodded his face flushed with shame and arousal. 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sometimes i think abt how hardworking and disciplined minho has been for all his life .. he volunteered at elderly homes, he took on multiple jobs while also studying to afford dance classes, he lived alone at a young age, he donated to sponsor children, he gave what he could to others even when he didn’t have much himself.. he took in stray kitties without hesitation and without even asking his mom first, just cus of how kind his heart is… </3 and even while he was working towards his dream he put others before himself along the way.. he never head it easy, he was never given anything for free… he always had to work hard for it and he never complained he got eliminated on the survival show for the sole reason of using his pain for engagement. he walked home in the rain cus he felt like he didn’t deserve a taxi. they broke him and disrespected him and he still showed up the next day to keep going and give everything he has. his dedication and commitment is insane ;; it honestly makes me so emotional… i feel sad thinking abt everything he went thru but at the same time i know this was always his dream. i don’t care abt streams or charts at all but seeing where the group is now just gives me so much relief. it means all his effort and hard work wasn’t for nothing :( i’m just rly proud for him… i’m so glad he got to achieve what he worked so hard for. today he’s able to buy the prettiest toys and treats for his kitties, able to spoil his family, able to casually buy a gucci bag for his dads bday… his face is on the biggest screens, everyone knows him. he must feel so accomplished </3 u came so far. i’m so so so proud of u minho. u deserve everything u have and so much more

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Heeseung really went through so much these past two days 😭💔 he had a bad cold, his throat hurt every time he spoke, and he even thought maybe he couldn’t perform... but the moment he saw engenes, he told himself, “I have to do this.” even though he was struggling, he still gave us his best, bcs he wanted to show us a high-quality stage. he put so much pressure on himself, even when he didn’t have to. just knowing that he pushed through all of that for us… I’m honestly so proud. thank you for standing on that stage and performing with all your heart heeseing :( even when it wasn’t easy. you were amazing, Heeseung. truly. 🥹💗
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Heeseung really went through so much these past two days 😭💔 he had a bad cold, his throat hurt every time he spoke, and he even thought maybe he couldn’t perform... but the moment he saw engenes, he told himself, “I have to do this.” even though he was struggling, he still gave us his best, bcs he wanted to show us a high-quality stage. he put so much pressure on himself, even when he didn’t have to. just knowing that he pushed through all of that for us… I’m honestly so proud. thank you for standing on that stage and performing with all your heart heeseing :( even when it wasn’t easy. you were amazing, Heeseung. truly. 🥹💗

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"I was filming a K9 memorial service today and I'm still trying to process what I witnessed. Everything was quiet until his handler suddenly rushed the funeral car. The entire crowd gasped. I've never seen anything like it. He just needed one more moment. The grief in that moment was the most real thing I have ever captured on camera. Seeing him place his own medal on his partner’s vest… I'm speechless. He gave him his highest honor. This was their final salute. A bond that truly never dies."
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"I was filming a K9 memorial service today and I'm still trying to process what I witnessed. Everything was quiet until his handler suddenly rushed the funeral car. The entire crowd gasped. I've never seen anything like it. He just needed one more moment. The grief in that moment was the most real thing I have ever captured on camera. Seeing him place his own medal on his partner’s vest… I'm speechless. He gave him his highest honor. This was their final salute. A bond that truly never dies."

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📌Messages tabled by Senona: “Hi General, I trust you are well. You made arrangements that I meet this guy (Cat Matlala), because he’s your friend and brother, and he needed my help to speak to General Nkuwa to place orders on his contract. He volunteered information about the house address where Sibiya collects money using a state vehicle, and that he paid R2 million towards Sibiya for the purchase of his plot. He also told me about the townhouse, the fact that he is the one who introduced our meeting at the Ad Hoc Committee, and that he lied under oath. He invited me to make public the information that he gave me, which will put his life at risk. I am still going to that committee, and I hope he doesn’t mind me exposing him to both the General and Mr XXX (this name was reducted and the commission heard that the person named is very dangerous). I hope you won’t blame me for risking his life, because I have to tell the truth about our meeting. If he thinks he can fool the committee, it’s okay, but I will not say much, other than to simply play a recording of our meeting, because I have the record. What is worse is that after you told me about the discussion between you and him regarding Nkuwa, I asked you about your relationship with him. I still don’t know how the two of you met to discuss Nangi’s case. Besides voice recordings, cellular phone triangulation, my vehicle tracker, including access footage, will confirm the date and time of our meeting. And for his own sake, I hope that those timelines are in line with what he said before the committee in relation to his arrest. This man says he met you seven years ago, which contradicts what you told me, that you grew up together. I guess this will become clear as the investigation continues.” 🎯Verdict: No threats here, said #MadlangaCommission
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📌Messages tabled by Senona: “Hi General, I trust you are well. You made arrangements that I meet this guy (Cat Matlala), because he’s your friend and brother, and he needed my help to speak to General Nkuwa to place orders on his contract. He volunteered information about the house address where Sibiya collects money using a state vehicle, and that he paid R2 million towards Sibiya for the purchase of his plot. He also told me about the townhouse, the fact that he is the one who introduced our meeting at the Ad Hoc Committee, and that he lied under oath. He invited me to make public the information that he gave me, which will put his life at risk. I am still going to that committee, and I hope he doesn’t mind me exposing him to both the General and Mr XXX (this name was reducted and the commission heard that the person named is very dangerous). I hope you won’t blame me for risking his life, because I have to tell the truth about our meeting. If he thinks he can fool the committee, it’s okay, but I will not say much, other than to simply play a recording of our meeting, because I have the record. What is worse is that after you told me about the discussion between you and him regarding Nkuwa, I asked you about your relationship with him. I still don’t know how the two of you met to discuss Nangi’s case. Besides voice recordings, cellular phone triangulation, my vehicle tracker, including access footage, will confirm the date and time of our meeting. And for his own sake, I hope that those timelines are in line with what he said before the committee in relation to his arrest. This man says he met you seven years ago, which contradicts what you told me, that you grew up together. I guess this will become clear as the investigation continues.” 🎯Verdict: No threats here, said #MadlangaCommission

Zintoh Mhlanga

41,020 Aufrufe • vor 6 Monaten

Multiple reports coming in of YET MORE terrifying cultural enrichment coming out of South Wales. This time Swansea! Post states.... "❗️❗️BE AWARE❗️❗️ Me and my 3 kids went to Gors park today, a man was sitting facing the field when we got there, the park was also empty. As I was playing with my children, I noticed the man had turned around and was watching me and my children, licking his lips and pursing his lips and smiling. I immediately grabbed my children to leave and also took photos and videos, I did shout at him that I was phoning the police to scare him away but he stayed there. When I got my kids in the car, he started walking away so I recorded him to see where he was going for information for the police. He then started to approach my car so I drove away. The police have been called and a van did go there about 15 minutes later. Just wanted to make people aware."
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Multiple reports coming in of YET MORE terrifying cultural enrichment coming out of South Wales. This time Swansea! Post states.... "❗️❗️BE AWARE❗️❗️ Me and my 3 kids went to Gors park today, a man was sitting facing the field when we got there, the park was also empty. As I was playing with my children, I noticed the man had turned around and was watching me and my children, licking his lips and pursing his lips and smiling. I immediately grabbed my children to leave and also took photos and videos, I did shout at him that I was phoning the police to scare him away but he stayed there. When I got my kids in the car, he started walking away so I recorded him to see where he was going for information for the police. He then started to approach my car so I drove away. The police have been called and a van did go there about 15 minutes later. Just wanted to make people aware."

Voice Of Wales

50,586 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

Today I have to reach another city for an important work. Nearby petrol pumps had no petrol due to the ongoing #TruckDriversProtest so I was a bit tensed as to how I would reach my destination. I decided to wake up at 04:00 AM and reach the highway to take lift. Suddenly a truck stopped and driver offered me lift. He told me that he is from Rajasthan and he is going to return this truck to the owner. He told that today this is his last ride and from tomorrow he will do some other work. I asked, why? For which he replied it’s because of BJP, BjP has made laws in which we have to pay 10 lakhs and 10 year imprisonment if my truck meets with any accident. He told that he earns only 15k per month and doesn’t have his own house, he can’t pay this much. He started crying, I gave him some money when I reached the destination for the ride, that he denied And when I was getting down from the truck he said with tears, Babu ji don’t vote for bjp if you care for poor people in Bharat . I promised and left his truck with tears in my eyes 💔
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Today I have to reach another city for an important work. Nearby petrol pumps had no petrol due to the ongoing #TruckDriversProtest so I was a bit tensed as to how I would reach my destination. I decided to wake up at 04:00 AM and reach the highway to take lift. Suddenly a truck stopped and driver offered me lift. He told me that he is from Rajasthan and he is going to return this truck to the owner. He told that today this is his last ride and from tomorrow he will do some other work. I asked, why? For which he replied it’s because of BJP, BjP has made laws in which we have to pay 10 lakhs and 10 year imprisonment if my truck meets with any accident. He told that he earns only 15k per month and doesn’t have his own house, he can’t pay this much. He started crying, I gave him some money when I reached the destination for the ride, that he denied And when I was getting down from the truck he said with tears, Babu ji don’t vote for bjp if you care for poor people in Bharat . I promised and left his truck with tears in my eyes 💔

Dr Nimo Yadav 2.0

212,479 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren

Tomboi catching up with Benjamin, who’s been by his side from tiny orphan to big bull. We rescued Tomboi nearly 23 years ago, when he was just days old. He remained in our care for the better part of a decade before reclaiming his place in the wild. By this point, the years he’s lived wild far outnumber the time he spent with us, but he has never forgotten the people who raised him or the place he calls home. He still drops by Ithumba periodically to visit Benjamin and the team. In the Samburu dialect, Tomboi means ‘boy without a father.’ It was a fitting name for the tiny orphan we rescued all those years ago. No matter how big he grows or how much time passes, Tomboi will always have his SWT family standing behind him. Watch to the end to see a photo of baby Tomboi; he’s in the red blanket, next to the infamous Wendi! Meet the orphans in our care and support their journeys back to the wild through an adoption:
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Tomboi catching up with Benjamin, who’s been by his side from tiny orphan to big bull. We rescued Tomboi nearly 23 years ago, when he was just days old. He remained in our care for the better part of a decade before reclaiming his place in the wild. By this point, the years he’s lived wild far outnumber the time he spent with us, but he has never forgotten the people who raised him or the place he calls home. He still drops by Ithumba periodically to visit Benjamin and the team. In the Samburu dialect, Tomboi means ‘boy without a father.’ It was a fitting name for the tiny orphan we rescued all those years ago. No matter how big he grows or how much time passes, Tomboi will always have his SWT family standing behind him. Watch to the end to see a photo of baby Tomboi; he’s in the red blanket, next to the infamous Wendi! Meet the orphans in our care and support their journeys back to the wild through an adoption:

Sheldrick Wildlife Trust

20,341 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten

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.
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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 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat

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?💔
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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 Aufrufe • vor 7 Tagen

Our Keepers move between units as elephants grow — Nursery, Voi, Kaluku, and Umani. When Mzinga arrived at our Nairobi Nursery, Sammy was there to shepherd her through her earliest, most vulnerable days. But rewind a few years, and he was in Voi, bonding with an elephant who still holds a special place in his heart: Murit. "I looked after him and he became very attached to me. We were both new to Voi, so we created a bond and leaned on each other.Whenever he heard my voice, he started shouting to get my attention. Even when I would take a few steps away from him, he would be right there, following me. It was hard to leave him when I returned to the Nursery after a few years, but by that time he was strong and didn’t need me. It makes me happy to know that he is big and independent and even starting to find his way in the wild."
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Our Keepers move between units as elephants grow — Nursery, Voi, Kaluku, and Umani. When Mzinga arrived at our Nairobi Nursery, Sammy was there to shepherd her through her earliest, most vulnerable days. But rewind a few years, and he was in Voi, bonding with an elephant who still holds a special place in his heart: Murit. "I looked after him and he became very attached to me. We were both new to Voi, so we created a bond and leaned on each other.Whenever he heard my voice, he started shouting to get my attention. Even when I would take a few steps away from him, he would be right there, following me. It was hard to leave him when I returned to the Nursery after a few years, but by that time he was strong and didn’t need me. It makes me happy to know that he is big and independent and even starting to find his way in the wild."

Sheldrick Wildlife Trust

29,732 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat

Dear Everyone, The last few days have been hell. Losing Kiyo has not been easy and I’m not ok. Kiyo gave me the best time of my life. The level of joy you brought into my word and any space he was able to exist in was incomparable. Kiyo was my lover, my best friend, and my truth. He truly saw me for who I was and I saw him for who he was. I didn’t just love him, I believed in him, prayed for his victory. I cared for him. Who would have thought that bringing back a piece of Tupperware would invite me into the world of the purest, kindest soul in the world. Kiyo would do anything for anyone. He was my hero and I was his. We both kept our capes on for each other whenever we needed to save the other person. I am grateful that I got to experience a love like his. I am grateful I got to spend some of the best moments of my life with him. I am grateful that even I grieve I still feel his warmth and care. Kiyo taught me be more patient and understanding and no matter how we came into this world and no matter how bad the world treated us, it doesn’t give us the right to exact that same unkindness to others. He loves animals, anime, a good meal, Steven Universe, a really inappropriate joke, and you never had to guess how he felt about you. As he was goofy he was charming. I still feel his hands interlocked into mine and he was fearless. He loved like no other man I have met in this world could. The first night we reconnected he gave my cat Patrick the middle name Bayard. He gave me first Christmas full of love and laughs. The first man in my life to actually pay attention to me and surprise me with gifts that he knew I would love and were true to who I was as a nerd. Anytime I could get it, I was with him. He had full access to my home and my heart. To Mike and Rico thank you for always being there for him and caring for him, Mike you coming into town in March really lit him up. First time I got to dance with him. Rico thank you for taking him to there museum. He loved every moment of it. All he could do was rave about how much made his day. To Tony, his wife and his gaming community on Destiny 2, thank you for being patient with my baby and giving him space to be man that he was and to his Dad and his brothers. He loved y’all more than you know. All he wanted was for y’all to be ok. And to all his true friends and loved ones know that he always thought of y’all. I will never say goodbye to Kiyoki-D’Andre Marcel Toliver, I will say see you later because no matter where you are I know you are watching me because what we had was Immortal. As I grieve I will try to give any notice on his memorial service which will be in NYC because his grandmother sent him here to find the best version of himself and I know he truly did. I want to share this video I made months ago because I was so proud of the man I had. I want to share also the last video he took of me before we went to Brooklyn Comic-Con. If there are typos forgive me.
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Dear Everyone, The last few days have been hell. Losing Kiyo has not been easy and I’m not ok. Kiyo gave me the best time of my life. The level of joy you brought into my word and any space he was able to exist in was incomparable. Kiyo was my lover, my best friend, and my truth. He truly saw me for who I was and I saw him for who he was. I didn’t just love him, I believed in him, prayed for his victory. I cared for him. Who would have thought that bringing back a piece of Tupperware would invite me into the world of the purest, kindest soul in the world. Kiyo would do anything for anyone. He was my hero and I was his. We both kept our capes on for each other whenever we needed to save the other person. I am grateful that I got to experience a love like his. I am grateful I got to spend some of the best moments of my life with him. I am grateful that even I grieve I still feel his warmth and care. Kiyo taught me be more patient and understanding and no matter how we came into this world and no matter how bad the world treated us, it doesn’t give us the right to exact that same unkindness to others. He loves animals, anime, a good meal, Steven Universe, a really inappropriate joke, and you never had to guess how he felt about you. As he was goofy he was charming. I still feel his hands interlocked into mine and he was fearless. He loved like no other man I have met in this world could. The first night we reconnected he gave my cat Patrick the middle name Bayard. He gave me first Christmas full of love and laughs. The first man in my life to actually pay attention to me and surprise me with gifts that he knew I would love and were true to who I was as a nerd. Anytime I could get it, I was with him. He had full access to my home and my heart. To Mike and Rico thank you for always being there for him and caring for him, Mike you coming into town in March really lit him up. First time I got to dance with him. Rico thank you for taking him to there museum. He loved every moment of it. All he could do was rave about how much made his day. To Tony, his wife and his gaming community on Destiny 2, thank you for being patient with my baby and giving him space to be man that he was and to his Dad and his brothers. He loved y’all more than you know. All he wanted was for y’all to be ok. And to all his true friends and loved ones know that he always thought of y’all. I will never say goodbye to Kiyoki-D’Andre Marcel Toliver, I will say see you later because no matter where you are I know you are watching me because what we had was Immortal. As I grieve I will try to give any notice on his memorial service which will be in NYC because his grandmother sent him here to find the best version of himself and I know he truly did. I want to share this video I made months ago because I was so proud of the man I had. I want to share also the last video he took of me before we went to Brooklyn Comic-Con. If there are typos forgive me.

𝔼𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℙ𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕖

283,059 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren

🙏♥️🙏 "Hey... you alright, kid? You got someone?" I remember trying to answer, but my voice barely came out. "Just me..." I was pulled from beneath twisted metal, shaking so hard I could hardly breathe. Everything felt loud and empty at the same time-until he stepped into it. Sergeant Marcus Hayes. He didn't ask many questions. He didn't make a speech. He just lifted me gently into his arms and said, "You're safe now." And somehow... I believed him. From that moment on, he never really let me go. At the camp, he'd slide part of his meal onto my tray without a word. He showed me how to tie my boots, slow and patient, like it mattered. On the nights when the silence got too heavy and I couldn't stop crying, he'd sit nearby—never forcing me to talk, just making sure I wasn't alone. He wasn't trying to be a hero. He was just choosing to care. And that changed everything. When he brought me home, he didn't just give me a place to stay—he gave me a life to grow into. He became the steady presence I didn't know I needed. He taught me how to stand tall when things felt impossible... how to keep my word even when no one was watching... how to become someone I could be proud of. I watched him in the quiet moments— shaving in the mirror, fixing the truck in the driveway, folding his uniform with care and discipline. Every little thing meant something. And without realizing it, I started building myself in his image. Years later, 1 wear that same uniform. And every time I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting it just right... I don't just see myself. I see Sergeant Marcus Hayes standing behind me quiet, steady, and proud 🙏♥️🙏
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🙏♥️🙏 "Hey... you alright, kid? You got someone?" I remember trying to answer, but my voice barely came out. "Just me..." I was pulled from beneath twisted metal, shaking so hard I could hardly breathe. Everything felt loud and empty at the same time-until he stepped into it. Sergeant Marcus Hayes. He didn't ask many questions. He didn't make a speech. He just lifted me gently into his arms and said, "You're safe now." And somehow... I believed him. From that moment on, he never really let me go. At the camp, he'd slide part of his meal onto my tray without a word. He showed me how to tie my boots, slow and patient, like it mattered. On the nights when the silence got too heavy and I couldn't stop crying, he'd sit nearby—never forcing me to talk, just making sure I wasn't alone. He wasn't trying to be a hero. He was just choosing to care. And that changed everything. When he brought me home, he didn't just give me a place to stay—he gave me a life to grow into. He became the steady presence I didn't know I needed. He taught me how to stand tall when things felt impossible... how to keep my word even when no one was watching... how to become someone I could be proud of. I watched him in the quiet moments— shaving in the mirror, fixing the truck in the driveway, folding his uniform with care and discipline. Every little thing meant something. And without realizing it, I started building myself in his image. Years later, 1 wear that same uniform. And every time I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting it just right... I don't just see myself. I see Sergeant Marcus Hayes standing behind me quiet, steady, and proud 🙏♥️🙏

G-PA INDY

31,752 Aufrufe • vor 4 Monaten

The 20-year-old Mujahid was the victim of a conspiracy between his acquaintance and doctors from the local medical college of Begrajpur in Muzaffarnagar, Uttar Pradesh. Mujahid, a resident of the village of Sanjak, claims that a man named Omprakash has been threatening and harassing him for the past two years. Then the Mujahid was told that he had health problems that required examination. Accompanied by Omprakash, he went to the hospital, where doctors allegedly, without his knowledge, anesthetized him and performed a sex reassignment operation. As a result, Mujahid lost his penis and testicles. "He brought me here, and the next morning I had an operation. When I regained consciousness, I was told that I had been turned from a boy into a girl," Mujahid recalls. Omprakash subsequently allegedly told the man that he would have to live with him now, as no one from his family or village would accept him anymore. Omprakash also threatened to kill Mujahid's father and take away his share of the family land. He said that he had hired a lawyer and now he would force her to marry him.
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The 20-year-old Mujahid was the victim of a conspiracy between his acquaintance and doctors from the local medical college of Begrajpur in Muzaffarnagar, Uttar Pradesh. Mujahid, a resident of the village of Sanjak, claims that a man named Omprakash has been threatening and harassing him for the past two years. Then the Mujahid was told that he had health problems that required examination. Accompanied by Omprakash, he went to the hospital, where doctors allegedly, without his knowledge, anesthetized him and performed a sex reassignment operation. As a result, Mujahid lost his penis and testicles. "He brought me here, and the next morning I had an operation. When I regained consciousness, I was told that I had been turned from a boy into a girl," Mujahid recalls. Omprakash subsequently allegedly told the man that he would have to live with him now, as no one from his family or village would accept him anymore. Omprakash also threatened to kill Mujahid's father and take away his share of the family land. He said that he had hired a lawyer and now he would force her to marry him.

Trump Girl 🇺🇲🦅🇺🇲

12,076 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten