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Drake and Jay-Z have maintained a long-running “cold war” of subliminal shots over more than 15 years‼️⁉️ yes 15yrs‼️ despite multiple collaborations‼️ (e.g., “Off That,‼️” “Light Up,”‼️ “Pound Cake,”‼️ “Talk Up,” ‼️and “Love All”).‼️ The tension often revolves around legacy‼️, ownership/publishing‼️, chart success‼️, mentorship/validation,‼️ and generational shifts‼️ Both are masters of indirect disses rather than direct name-calling. complex‼️Here’s a chronological list of notable instances‼️(2011)Drake on DJ Khaled’s “I’m On One” (2011): “I’m just feelin’ like the throne is for the taking / Watch me take it.”‼️ Drake on Lil Wayne’s “It’s Good” (2011): “Please pardon my brother, he’s just angry at you n*ggas / Who don’t have your heart in your rap shit and got too fucking comfy.”‼️ Interpreted as a shot at older, established rappers (including Jay-Z) becoming complacent.‼️Jay-Z on Jay Electronica’s “We Made It” (remix, 2014): “Sorry, Mrs. Drizzy, for so much art talk / Silly me, rappin’ ’bout shit that I really bought / While these rappers rap about guns they ain’t shot / And a bunch of other silly shit that they ain’t got.”‼️Jay-Z on DJ Khaled’s “They Don’t Love You No More” (2014): “Wrong sport, boy, you know you’re as soft as a lacrosse team.”‼️Drake on “Draft Day” (2014): “Just hits, no misses, that’s for the married folk.”‼️Subtle dig implying Jay-Z (who was married) was past his prime or settled.‼️Drake on “Summer Sixteen” (2016): “I used to wanna be on Roc-A-Fella, then I turned into Jay.”‼️ Jay-Z on DJ Khaled’s “I Got the Keys” (2016): Lines like “Til you own your own you can’t be free / Til you’re on your own you can’t be me / How we still slaves in 2016?”‼️Drake on “Sneakin’” (with 21 Savage, 2016): “You ain’t own it right away, you had to wait on n*ggas / Man, I’m only 29, have some patience with us.”‼️Jay-Z on DJ Khaled’s “Shining” (with Beyoncé, 2017): “12 solo albums, all Platinum, nigga / I know you ain’t out here talkin’ numbers, right? / I know you ain’t out here talkin’ summers, right?” + Grammy flexes.‼️ 2026:“Janice STFU”: References to OGs (“we know how you OGs rocking already my n****, the jig is up”) and getting big off his name.‼️“Whisper My Name”: “I’ll take $500K, not the dinner, I never could learn sh*t from none of y’all.” ‼️“Make Them Pay”: “You n****s run and talk to Hov for a second opinion.”‼️Most recent: Jay-Z’s Roots Picnic freestyle (May/June 2026)‼️Jay-Z opened his headlining set at the Roots Picnic with an a cappella freestyle widely interpreted as responding to Drake’s ICEMAN bars‼️ (especially the “jig is up,”‼️publishing, success talk‼️, and chart/legacy‼️ jabs)‼️Key lines include:“The jig is up, n**** I’m up 10 / Wrong chart champ, ns looked up to Hov, I never looked up to them / Them crackers got your publishing checks, go talk tough to them / Don’t talk success to me, you ns is workers, in perpetuity is how your contract is worded.”‼️you cannot change history Charlamagne‼️‼️⁉️🤣😂

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I woke up to people yelling “fake news” about Stefon Diggs , so let me be clearrrrrrr‼️‼️ Nothing I posted was fake‼️ The photos were sent to me by someone from Pree’s own team (without her permission). The images show her on a secured NFL practice field with Stefon Diggs, his mother, and his entourage. You cannot be on the field during practice without team-authorized access. I was told she arrived with his people and left with his people. That is what was relayed to me. After the photos were released, she blocked me. Too late we got the photos confirming it was her in the wags jacket. As for the speculation about relationships or friendships: everything discussed is alleged, based on information provided to me and publicly available visuals. Just like before, when people said I was lying about her pregnancy rumors involving Offset, which she later confirmed herself. Draw your own conclusions. Everything is alleged , even my name is allegedly alleged. 🥂 This is an old video of Pree, Chris Blake ( alleged victim) & Steffon Diggs for yall to know how far back Pree goes with Stef. She was with him and his family yesterday on the Super Bowl field practicing according to my sources. We posted the pictures of them on the field as Reciepts.

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Tasha K

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#SEONGHWA about meeting DPRIAN 😭🩶 ⭐️: Yesterday, I finally had time in my schedule.. actually, more than my schedule permitting it, hyungnim had time in his and he also happened to be in LA, so I went to see him. He said he wanted to show me around his studio and somehow everything just lined up… so I became a successful fan! Yesterday was actually the first time I got to meet him and he greeted me really warmly ㅎㅎ When I arrived to the practice room he was blowing bubbles, like this, to welcome me. So it was very ㅎㅎ very fun and heartwarming. He gave me a tour of the studio and ordered pizza for us to share. While we were eating, I asked him a lot of questions about things I was curious about, like music video behind stories and details about songs of his I love. You know the way we interpret a song differs depending on the listener, but I wanted to hear directly from him what kind of feeling he had when creating those songs. I wanted to hear the real stories from the person who made them, so I asked a lot of those kinds of questions. And it was really fascinating because what I had in mind was actually very similar to what hyungnim had intended. So that was very fascinating. He also told me so many kind and encouraging things… it really motivated me a lot, especially in what I’m doing now. So, ever since I came to the U.S. I was hoping I could meet him and get his autograph. I went all over the place trying to find a CD… but wow, everything was sold out! So eventually I was like, “Ah, it can’t be helped, I’ll just go without one.” I really like keeping physical albums from artists. For books too, e-books are great too, but there’s something special about being able to touch and feel a real book or album, you know? But then, just as we were saying goodbye, hyungnim said he had something for me and handed me the album himself. And then he said that he had left the message section empty on purpose because he was like “I wanted to write something after actually meeting you Seonghwa-ssi and seeing how I felt”. So just before I left, he wrote it down and the words were so beautiful. That really stayed with me. I too, when meeting others, used to write the messages in advance and bring them along, but now I feel like… if I ever get the chance again, I’d also like to write something based on my impression after the meeting and give it to them. There’s something really romantic about that. Also, watching him work (know about his artistic process) up close.. wow, it was just… really, really cool. So yeah I had such a happy, unforgettable time. He said he watched a lot of our performances too, and when he talked about the ones he’s seen, it made me so happy. On stage, he come across as super sexy, right? But when he was speaking, he was so humble and just kind… he just genuinely felt like a hyung. He was incredibly sweet and.. ah, am I like that too? ㅎㅎ I really had a good time. What stage he liked best? He said he’s seen my solo stage. I’m not sure if it was from Towards The Light or this current one (Skin), but he said it was really great to see how deeply I immersed myself in the concept. He also mentioned watching our Coachella stage, and he really enjoyed the sword-drawing part too. He shared a lot of really kind and encouraging words. To be honest, I had worried that my visit might feel like a burden or a hassle for him, but it was the opposite. He was so warm and welcoming, and apparently he was actually really curious about me too and really wanted to talk to me. So it ended up being a truly wonderful day. I came back full of inspiration. Of course, our biggest motivation is always ATINY but this became a new kind of motivation for me, a new inspiration.

#SEONGHWA about meeting DPRIAN 😭🩶 ⭐️: Yesterday, I finally had time in my schedule.. actually, more than my schedule permitting it, hyungnim had time in his and he also happened to be in LA, so I went to see him. He said he wanted to show me around his studio and somehow everything just lined up… so I became a successful fan! Yesterday was actually the first time I got to meet him and he greeted me really warmly ㅎㅎ When I arrived to the practice room he was blowing bubbles, like this, to welcome me. So it was very ㅎㅎ very fun and heartwarming. He gave me a tour of the studio and ordered pizza for us to share. While we were eating, I asked him a lot of questions about things I was curious about, like music video behind stories and details about songs of his I love. You know the way we interpret a song differs depending on the listener, but I wanted to hear directly from him what kind of feeling he had when creating those songs. I wanted to hear the real stories from the person who made them, so I asked a lot of those kinds of questions. And it was really fascinating because what I had in mind was actually very similar to what hyungnim had intended. So that was very fascinating. He also told me so many kind and encouraging things… it really motivated me a lot, especially in what I’m doing now. So, ever since I came to the U.S. I was hoping I could meet him and get his autograph. I went all over the place trying to find a CD… but wow, everything was sold out! So eventually I was like, “Ah, it can’t be helped, I’ll just go without one.” I really like keeping physical albums from artists. For books too, e-books are great too, but there’s something special about being able to touch and feel a real book or album, you know? But then, just as we were saying goodbye, hyungnim said he had something for me and handed me the album himself. And then he said that he had left the message section empty on purpose because he was like “I wanted to write something after actually meeting you Seonghwa-ssi and seeing how I felt”. So just before I left, he wrote it down and the words were so beautiful. That really stayed with me. I too, when meeting others, used to write the messages in advance and bring them along, but now I feel like… if I ever get the chance again, I’d also like to write something based on my impression after the meeting and give it to them. There’s something really romantic about that. Also, watching him work (know about his artistic process) up close.. wow, it was just… really, really cool. So yeah I had such a happy, unforgettable time. He said he watched a lot of our performances too, and when he talked about the ones he’s seen, it made me so happy. On stage, he come across as super sexy, right? But when he was speaking, he was so humble and just kind… he just genuinely felt like a hyung. He was incredibly sweet and.. ah, am I like that too? ㅎㅎ I really had a good time. What stage he liked best? He said he’s seen my solo stage. I’m not sure if it was from Towards The Light or this current one (Skin), but he said it was really great to see how deeply I immersed myself in the concept. He also mentioned watching our Coachella stage, and he really enjoyed the sword-drawing part too. He shared a lot of really kind and encouraging words. To be honest, I had worried that my visit might feel like a burden or a hassle for him, but it was the opposite. He was so warm and welcoming, and apparently he was actually really curious about me too and really wanted to talk to me. So it ended up being a truly wonderful day. I came back full of inspiration. Of course, our biggest motivation is always ATINY but this became a new kind of motivation for me, a new inspiration.

Everything Seonghwa

39,768 views • 11 months ago

It has always been one of my dreams to share with my favorite person in the world how I became his fan, and how I’m still here after 12 years. When I asked him if I could tell the story of how I became his fan 12 years ago, he said “Yes!” and the way he looked curious and eager to listen just made my heart so full. I told Kyungsoo that it all began when I came across a video of him way back in 2013 singing “Catching Feelings” by Justin Bieber. When I mentioned it, he gave me this sweet look of agreement and softly muttered “Ahhh~”, almost like he remembered that moment too.. From the very first time I watched it, I couldn’t help but be curious about him… I told him that he sounded so good and I really liked his voice (honestly, I find him cute too hehe) it was what drew me in and made me become a fan. I told myself that if I was ever given the chance, I’d love to hear him sing that song again, since we haven’t heard him sing it since 2013. I even tried requesting it with the sticky notes, handwritten banners during the Bloom FanCon and tweeted about it too way back, almost like I was manifesting it. So when I won this fansign, I promised myself I had to ask this time. So I asked if he could sing it for me. For a few seconds, he just stared at me blankly, and then he looked up as if he was trying to recall the song. Knowing that he might not remember the lyrics 😅, I told him that I have the lyrics with me and showed it in the screen. He looked at it, and then he started singing. In that moment, my heart completely sank… I was into the moment and I just couldn’t believe it was really happening right in front of me. This might sound like just a simple story, but to me, it was such a precious moment. Something I’ll always hold close to my heart. Meeting someone at such a young age and growing up with them throughout your youth... and who would’ve thought they’d end up having such a beautiful, positive impact on my life? I’m literally tearing up while typing this ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ. I was a little hesitant to share this at first, but it was such a beautiful moment. And honestly, you all have to hear how amazing he sounded, because he was just so, so good. 도경수씨 너무너무너무 감사합니다~ 🙇‍♀️❤️ first video credit to DOH HEART please do not re-upload

It has always been one of my dreams to share with my favorite person in the world how I became his fan, and how I’m still here after 12 years. When I asked him if I could tell the story of how I became his fan 12 years ago, he said “Yes!” and the way he looked curious and eager to listen just made my heart so full. I told Kyungsoo that it all began when I came across a video of him way back in 2013 singing “Catching Feelings” by Justin Bieber. When I mentioned it, he gave me this sweet look of agreement and softly muttered “Ahhh~”, almost like he remembered that moment too.. From the very first time I watched it, I couldn’t help but be curious about him… I told him that he sounded so good and I really liked his voice (honestly, I find him cute too hehe) it was what drew me in and made me become a fan. I told myself that if I was ever given the chance, I’d love to hear him sing that song again, since we haven’t heard him sing it since 2013. I even tried requesting it with the sticky notes, handwritten banners during the Bloom FanCon and tweeted about it too way back, almost like I was manifesting it. So when I won this fansign, I promised myself I had to ask this time. So I asked if he could sing it for me. For a few seconds, he just stared at me blankly, and then he looked up as if he was trying to recall the song. Knowing that he might not remember the lyrics 😅, I told him that I have the lyrics with me and showed it in the screen. He looked at it, and then he started singing. In that moment, my heart completely sank… I was into the moment and I just couldn’t believe it was really happening right in front of me. This might sound like just a simple story, but to me, it was such a precious moment. Something I’ll always hold close to my heart. Meeting someone at such a young age and growing up with them throughout your youth... and who would’ve thought they’d end up having such a beautiful, positive impact on my life? I’m literally tearing up while typing this ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ. I was a little hesitant to share this at first, but it was such a beautiful moment. And honestly, you all have to hear how amazing he sounded, because he was just so, so good. 도경수씨 너무너무너무 감사합니다~ 🙇‍♀️❤️ first video credit to DOH HEART please do not re-upload

c e l i n e 🌸

37,369 views • 10 months ago

💬: You didn't know what to do at that moment, right? (Tata injured LOL 2026) 🐯: Yeah, I really didn't know what to do. 💬: But in the end, what did you say to him? Up there on stage? 🐯: Honestly, I just kept telling him that he'd done an amazing job. That he'd already done his duty and done it the best he could. I just kept talking to him, reassuring him. 💬: What did you say when you first went up to him and he was crying in front of the audience? 🐯: I said a lot of things, honestly. I don't remember everything. But I kept telling him, "You've done so well. You gave it your all already. Don't be upset. Don't regret anything." 💬: We heard you were cracking jokes too, because he started smiling. 🐯: Yeah, I was throwing in some jokes too 😭 💬: A lot of people said they've never seen this side of you before. 🐯 : Honestly, I love my friends, my phi phi, and my nong. I just don't show it very often. It's embarrassing to talk about. I guess you could say I give my heart to everyone. If someone is good to me, I love them wholeheartedly. Doesn't matter who they are.. phi, friend, or younger sibling. I care about all of them. Once I've given my heart, I've given it 100%. 💬: During those two days after the accident, you were taking care of him almost the entire time. 🐯: Yeah. We had to stay together the whole time. We were performing together, so I had to look after him, stay by his side, and help him. // help meeeee.. wanna cry again, husband of the year fr 😭🫳🏻 PERTH X VELLA SLEEPMASK #CoreOnePrivilegexPerth

💬: You didn't know what to do at that moment, right? (Tata injured LOL 2026) 🐯: Yeah, I really didn't know what to do. 💬: But in the end, what did you say to him? Up there on stage? 🐯: Honestly, I just kept telling him that he'd done an amazing job. That he'd already done his duty and done it the best he could. I just kept talking to him, reassuring him. 💬: What did you say when you first went up to him and he was crying in front of the audience? 🐯: I said a lot of things, honestly. I don't remember everything. But I kept telling him, "You've done so well. You gave it your all already. Don't be upset. Don't regret anything." 💬: We heard you were cracking jokes too, because he started smiling. 🐯: Yeah, I was throwing in some jokes too 😭 💬: A lot of people said they've never seen this side of you before. 🐯 : Honestly, I love my friends, my phi phi, and my nong. I just don't show it very often. It's embarrassing to talk about. I guess you could say I give my heart to everyone. If someone is good to me, I love them wholeheartedly. Doesn't matter who they are.. phi, friend, or younger sibling. I care about all of them. Once I've given my heart, I've given it 100%. 💬: During those two days after the accident, you were taking care of him almost the entire time. 🐯: Yeah. We had to stay together the whole time. We were performing together, so I had to look after him, stay by his side, and help him. // help meeeee.. wanna cry again, husband of the year fr 😭🫳🏻 PERTH X VELLA SLEEPMASK #CoreOnePrivilegexPerth

chuchu🐼♡

11,105 views • 1 month ago

This father had never missed any of his son’s baseball games in his life. He had to miss this tournament because his best friend was getting married and he was a groomsman. He woke up at 3:30AM and drove 100 MPH that Sunday morning to try to and at least make the Sunday games after missing the Saturdays games. And, of course this was the only tournament all year that his son’s team lost their first game on Sunday, so he didn't make it in time because the first game was at 8 and there was no second game. When he pulled up his son saw him and he ran full speed and jumped into his arms and wouldn’t let go. Dad said his son told him, “daddy, you can’t ever miss again. I love you so much. Not having you with me this weekend made me feel so empty, please never miss again, I'm so thankful your my daddy!” 🥹 His wife filmed that video. ❤️ I remember those days well. Speeding like a bat out of hell to make it on time. I have always made my kid’s games and activities. It’s what I live for. And the few times I had to miss, I felt like I let them down. What a great father he is. That boy is fortunate. 💯 Do you remember this feeling? Trying your hardest to make it to one of their activities and just feeling sad that you couldn’t be there?

This father had never missed any of his son’s baseball games in his life. He had to miss this tournament because his best friend was getting married and he was a groomsman. He woke up at 3:30AM and drove 100 MPH that Sunday morning to try to and at least make the Sunday games after missing the Saturdays games. And, of course this was the only tournament all year that his son’s team lost their first game on Sunday, so he didn't make it in time because the first game was at 8 and there was no second game. When he pulled up his son saw him and he ran full speed and jumped into his arms and wouldn’t let go. Dad said his son told him, “daddy, you can’t ever miss again. I love you so much. Not having you with me this weekend made me feel so empty, please never miss again, I'm so thankful your my daddy!” 🥹 His wife filmed that video. ❤️ I remember those days well. Speeding like a bat out of hell to make it on time. I have always made my kid’s games and activities. It’s what I live for. And the few times I had to miss, I felt like I let them down. What a great father he is. That boy is fortunate. 💯 Do you remember this feeling? Trying your hardest to make it to one of their activities and just feeling sad that you couldn’t be there?

👉M-Û-R-Č-H👈

1,769,310 views • 1 month ago

ＢＬＡＺＥＯＦＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”

ＢＬＡＺＥＯＦＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”

No Limits Wrestling 🔞 brutal gay fetish fiction

11,051 views • 1 year ago

Fathers to a son: please read this. We dropped my oldest off at college this week. He is 18. Totally ready to leave the house. Desperate for independence. This is the way it should be. But it has torn me up. Statistically we have spent 90% of all the time we ever will together. I am sad because I know I made a lot of mistakes during this time. Mainly, I was too hard on him because he was the oldest, and he was a boy. I was the oldest, and a son in my family. I repeated some mistakes that were made with me. Even though I was convinced I would do a better job. I spanked him. I used unkind and hurtful words when I thought he fell short. Things that I have learned cause more harm than good. Things I wish I could take back. Basically I was just too damn hard on him. I have learned and (I hope) improved as a father. Which benefits his little sister and brother. I wrote him a long letter before he left. I told him how proud I am of him, tried to give him some words of wisdom, but also apologized for not always being a great dad. I told him I wanted to be the greatest dad in the world, but I didn’t always know how. I explained how I was brought up, and my father was brought up, and that I had brought some stuff along as a dad that I hope he is smart enough to leave behind when he is a dad. I know my grandfather had it ROUGH. My dad had it a bit less ROUGH. I had it by comparison better, and my son did too. However I could have and should have done a better job in my link of this chain of fatherhood. I am confident my son will do better when it is his turn. To the dads out there, especially with your oldest son…try not to be so hard on him. He doesn’t need to feel the weight of all of your expectations of a family lineage, he doesn’t need to be made into a clone of you, he doesn’t have to be made ready to be your “successor”. Watch how you discipline him…think very carefully about what you are trying to do and what the expected results will be. He just needs to be a good man and to be happy. And you need to keep a good relationship with him.

Fathers to a son: please read this. We dropped my oldest off at college this week. He is 18. Totally ready to leave the house. Desperate for independence. This is the way it should be. But it has torn me up. Statistically we have spent 90% of all the time we ever will together. I am sad because I know I made a lot of mistakes during this time. Mainly, I was too hard on him because he was the oldest, and he was a boy. I was the oldest, and a son in my family. I repeated some mistakes that were made with me. Even though I was convinced I would do a better job. I spanked him. I used unkind and hurtful words when I thought he fell short. Things that I have learned cause more harm than good. Things I wish I could take back. Basically I was just too damn hard on him. I have learned and (I hope) improved as a father. Which benefits his little sister and brother. I wrote him a long letter before he left. I told him how proud I am of him, tried to give him some words of wisdom, but also apologized for not always being a great dad. I told him I wanted to be the greatest dad in the world, but I didn’t always know how. I explained how I was brought up, and my father was brought up, and that I had brought some stuff along as a dad that I hope he is smart enough to leave behind when he is a dad. I know my grandfather had it ROUGH. My dad had it a bit less ROUGH. I had it by comparison better, and my son did too. However I could have and should have done a better job in my link of this chain of fatherhood. I am confident my son will do better when it is his turn. To the dads out there, especially with your oldest son…try not to be so hard on him. He doesn’t need to feel the weight of all of your expectations of a family lineage, he doesn’t need to be made into a clone of you, he doesn’t have to be made ready to be your “successor”. Watch how you discipline him…think very carefully about what you are trying to do and what the expected results will be. He just needs to be a good man and to be happy. And you need to keep a good relationship with him.

Adam Rossi

592,553 views • 1 year ago

I met Mike & his lovely wife Linda while eating lunch in Estes visiting The Shining Hotel. I stopped him as he walked by and complimented him on his beautiful 1967 Cobra. Over hearing his wife telling him multiple times for him to take me for a ride in the Rocky Mountains since I’ve never been & he eventually asked me. It was a memory I will never forget. While on the ride we talked about every thing, life, family, cars, women, marriages. It was two strangers sitting in a beautiful car enjoying our beautiful surroundings. The point I’m getting to is things like this don’t happen by chance. Many paths are laid out upon you. It is up to you to seize the opportunity & live life to its fullest. You control your own energy & aura, you magnetize of what you become, you do not chase. Mike at the end of the ride said it was one of his most fun days he’s had in a very long time. He told me he never seen so many Mooses & other wild animals in his years of living there. Thank you for everything Mike, trusting me in your beautiful car, talking to me on a personal level like you’ve known me for years. Such a good person w a great heart. When I finally left the car I told him me & chat said he was the GOAT, he didn’t know what that meant so I explained it to him. He smiled big & laughed & told me good luck in life. Don’t miss out on opportunities when it’s right there in your face, life is too short. Go outside your comfort zone & stay true to yourself.

I met Mike & his lovely wife Linda while eating lunch in Estes visiting The Shining Hotel. I stopped him as he walked by and complimented him on his beautiful 1967 Cobra. Over hearing his wife telling him multiple times for him to take me for a ride in the Rocky Mountains since I’ve never been & he eventually asked me. It was a memory I will never forget. While on the ride we talked about every thing, life, family, cars, women, marriages. It was two strangers sitting in a beautiful car enjoying our beautiful surroundings. The point I’m getting to is things like this don’t happen by chance. Many paths are laid out upon you. It is up to you to seize the opportunity & live life to its fullest. You control your own energy & aura, you magnetize of what you become, you do not chase. Mike at the end of the ride said it was one of his most fun days he’s had in a very long time. He told me he never seen so many Mooses & other wild animals in his years of living there. Thank you for everything Mike, trusting me in your beautiful car, talking to me on a personal level like you’ve known me for years. Such a good person w a great heart. When I finally left the car I told him me & chat said he was the GOAT, he didn’t know what that meant so I explained it to him. He smiled big & laughed & told me good luck in life. Don’t miss out on opportunities when it’s right there in your face, life is too short. Go outside your comfort zone & stay true to yourself.

Anthony_Kongphan

21,614 views • 3 months ago

Post Fight Speech after earning the FOTN Nobody can talk like me. Nobody can fight like me. I’m the best there is in this influencer fight game. Plain and simple. I will have the misfits belt wrapped around my waist. Mark my words. Proper Loud Music is the only one who can stop me from achieving that. On one week notice.. I Fought the #1 guy who nobody wanted to fight. 3 “tough”opponents dropped out before I accepted in a heartbeat. He is the North american ICB champion with 40 fights and 15 kos. An elite athlete with multiple unbeatable guiness world records and almost a dozen belts from boxing. He was previously matched against OJ ROSÉ 🇳🇬 on a misfits card in texas. I beat him, and ill beat OJ too. Amadouche ferrari will be asleep by round 2. Nobody at 158-168lb going to do shit. I’ll beat most of them on my worst day. They can all get it. This was a big win for me and people around me know that I did it with a knee surgery already scheduled 5 days after this fight and the flu. I sign up and I show up wether I feel good or not. Others make excuses and pullout. Real fans know that I never pull out and I back up any of the shit I talk. Theres nobody like me in the game. There is only one Andy Savage. Once my knee is 100%, I am going to be as active as possible. My next fight should be on misfits.. but I refuse to sit around with the offers I’ve received. If I am physically able to compete; I will compete. Nobody can understand my sense of urgency and I cant expect them to. I was given a 2nd chance at life, and I will not waste it by sitting around. I am a man on a very clear mission. You’re either on my team, or you’re in my way.. choose wisely because I’m the MF chosen one 💯

Post Fight Speech after earning the FOTN Nobody can talk like me. Nobody can fight like me. I’m the best there is in this influencer fight game. Plain and simple. I will have the misfits belt wrapped around my waist. Mark my words. Proper Loud Music is the only one who can stop me from achieving that. On one week notice.. I Fought the #1 guy who nobody wanted to fight. 3 “tough”opponents dropped out before I accepted in a heartbeat. He is the North american ICB champion with 40 fights and 15 kos. An elite athlete with multiple unbeatable guiness world records and almost a dozen belts from boxing. He was previously matched against OJ ROSÉ 🇳🇬 on a misfits card in texas. I beat him, and ill beat OJ too. Amadouche ferrari will be asleep by round 2. Nobody at 158-168lb going to do shit. I’ll beat most of them on my worst day. They can all get it. This was a big win for me and people around me know that I did it with a knee surgery already scheduled 5 days after this fight and the flu. I sign up and I show up wether I feel good or not. Others make excuses and pullout. Real fans know that I never pull out and I back up any of the shit I talk. Theres nobody like me in the game. There is only one Andy Savage. Once my knee is 100%, I am going to be as active as possible. My next fight should be on misfits.. but I refuse to sit around with the offers I’ve received. If I am physically able to compete; I will compete. Nobody can understand my sense of urgency and I cant expect them to. I was given a 2nd chance at life, and I will not waste it by sitting around. I am a man on a very clear mission. You’re either on my team, or you’re in my way.. choose wisely because I’m the MF chosen one 💯

Andy Savage

11,329 views • 1 year ago

I just got barred tonight from my local pub for standing up to the gardai last week (they pushed me first I responded with equal force) I was told because of my performance on the bridge (nothing to do with the pub) that they refused to serve me there any more Six years fighting for you all destroying my own life and my families life What for nobody gives a shit about me or my family Nights like this I doubt myself putting my family in danger for you all Standing against everything I loved including my own veterans in my family to keep my oath who were to cowardly to even hear me out never mind stand with me Standing against veterans and soldier that are friends to protect this country and to be honest I’ve been treated like s**t by everyone many veterans who I explained uwhat was coming asked them to stand with me to be told no they have their own problem Abandoning their oath as far as I’m concerned What the f**k am I fighting for ye all to be ridiculed by everyone and left to stand alone The first time they attacked our civilians under drew harris that week I stopped a squad car in town after my family begged me not to go to the cop shop that day I asked could I ask them two questions they said of course so I asked Why they were trampling our people into the ground They pulled up the window and drove off, drove off after the first question about attacking our people So I stood in the road and shouted the question about our flag Three of them came back one with handcuffs already in hand to arrest me one squared up to me forehead to forehead wanting me to rise and fight them I didn’t back down and walked home that night too Last week on the bridge I asked the Same questions angrily yes at this stage I’ve had enough of seeing traitors betray us and trample our flag into the ground after the row one gardai said in my ear that they they know who I am and where I live and he would be coming to get me after this (I’d be disappointed if they didn’t after I took them on streets the first time drew harris trampled our people and flag into the ground) the next morning I walked into my kitchen to find them outside my house looking at my the cars at my house Trying to intimidate me when I came out the door they drove away They won’t intimidate me or stop me standing by my oath This evening I brought a friend of mine to our local pub for his birthday with his daughter and family Last year he got alzheimer's I bring him out with his daughter often for a coffee or a break from the nursing home tonight we brought him out for his birthday just for an hour or two When my wife and his daughter brought him back I was told I wasn’t welcome anymore Im sick of it sick of everything It’s not just gardai with intimidation my children have been followed by one of our local politicians lackies not just locally but to other counties where they were with friend sim the middle of nowhere The idiot used to have the politicians face on his van when helping out during elections (dara callery) I’m done been nice and I’m done being intimidated And as for the group of veterans that did add me one the face of the defence forces and made one of the videos I shared I trust nobody anymore Either step the f**k up and speak out or take your shot at me I don’t care how many are in the pack because I won’t be a martyr for anyone that’s a promise The video ye shared about custard had my family name made to share lads as I was told Yet I was the only one to share it Sorry for the rant people but I’m not playing games anymore and I won’t allow myself or my family to be threatened or intimidated The videos below is me making muppet of myself on the bridge And one of my videos in the end of it The other wasn’t made by me Anyone who has followed me a knows I swore to be the first veteran to step into battle for ye all I’ve just had my second back surgery what’s the rest of your veterans excuse

I just got barred tonight from my local pub for standing up to the gardai last week (they pushed me first I responded with equal force) I was told because of my performance on the bridge (nothing to do with the pub) that they refused to serve me there any more Six years fighting for you all destroying my own life and my families life What for nobody gives a shit about me or my family Nights like this I doubt myself putting my family in danger for you all Standing against everything I loved including my own veterans in my family to keep my oath who were to cowardly to even hear me out never mind stand with me Standing against veterans and soldier that are friends to protect this country and to be honest I’ve been treated like st by everyone many veterans who I explained uwhat was coming asked them to stand with me to be told no they have their own problem Abandoning their oath as far as I’m concerned What the fk am I fighting for ye all to be ridiculed by everyone and left to stand alone The first time they attacked our civilians under drew harris that week I stopped a squad car in town after my family begged me not to go to the cop shop that day I asked could I ask them two questions they said of course so I asked Why they were trampling our people into the ground They pulled up the window and drove off, drove off after the first question about attacking our people So I stood in the road and shouted the question about our flag Three of them came back one with handcuffs already in hand to arrest me one squared up to me forehead to forehead wanting me to rise and fight them I didn’t back down and walked home that night too Last week on the bridge I asked the Same questions angrily yes at this stage I’ve had enough of seeing traitors betray us and trample our flag into the ground after the row one gardai said in my ear that they they know who I am and where I live and he would be coming to get me after this (I’d be disappointed if they didn’t after I took them on streets the first time drew harris trampled our people and flag into the ground) the next morning I walked into my kitchen to find them outside my house looking at my the cars at my house Trying to intimidate me when I came out the door they drove away They won’t intimidate me or stop me standing by my oath This evening I brought a friend of mine to our local pub for his birthday with his daughter and family Last year he got alzheimer's I bring him out with his daughter often for a coffee or a break from the nursing home tonight we brought him out for his birthday just for an hour or two When my wife and his daughter brought him back I was told I wasn’t welcome anymore Im sick of it sick of everything It’s not just gardai with intimidation my children have been followed by one of our local politicians lackies not just locally but to other counties where they were with friend sim the middle of nowhere The idiot used to have the politicians face on his van when helping out during elections (dara callery) I’m done been nice and I’m done being intimidated And as for the group of veterans that did add me one the face of the defence forces and made one of the videos I shared I trust nobody anymore Either step the f**k up and speak out or take your shot at me I don’t care how many are in the pack because I won’t be a martyr for anyone that’s a promise The video ye shared about custard had my family name made to share lads as I was told Yet I was the only one to share it Sorry for the rant people but I’m not playing games anymore and I won’t allow myself or my family to be threatened or intimidated The videos below is me making muppet of myself on the bridge And one of my videos in the end of it The other wasn’t made by me Anyone who has followed me a knows I swore to be the first veteran to step into battle for ye all I’ve just had my second back surgery what’s the rest of your veterans excuse

Warriors Of Ireland

21,287 views • 2 months ago

So, life update that worries me... Didn't sleep well last night. Was too worried if this drunk and drugged-up native was going to come back. My daughter took the garbage out and forgot to lock the door when she came inside. This guy showed up about 10 minutes later, and walked into my house. We were both just in our sleep shirts, relaxing, she in the living room and I was in ny bedroom working on an article Im posting shortly. I came scrambling out of my bedroom and found this guy plastered drunk standing in my kitchen. I immediately forced him out the door into the porch and closed the door behind me, putting myself between him and the door. He was so drunk he couldn't speak words, just mumbled. I calmly told him to get lost. He just smiled and stared at me with all his tear drop tattoos next to his eyes scrunching up. I told him again to leave. He stood there looking stupid. Finally I told him if he didnt leave I would call the cops, then I turned around, went inside, locked the door and retrieved my firearm. I had enough time to load ammo into a clip, get the trigger lock off my firearm and get back to the front of the house to find him sitting in the car still. I was waiting to see if he was leaving, or coming back. Because he gave off a vibe that he was willing to get violent for whatever he was pursuing. Just after Dave died, a white vehicle showed up and parked next door on the road at the abandoned property. A man came to my door and kept trying to get me to go to his vehicle to "look at something". Of course I didnt go with him, but it was enough to get me to hire an electrician to install the security cameras, especially after my kid's bow was stolen. I have 3 more cameras to go up still. But since Dave passed away I have to hire people to do these things and, well, its not cheap or easy and definitely hard to find someone with the time in their schedule to fit me in. I showed this video clip to a person I know here in town, who informed me this guy and his friend were revived multiple times over the weekend from fentanyl overdoses. All I know is the guy was so plastered if I lit a match while he talked he would have become a human mmolatov.i have no idea who drove him. As soon as the snow is gone, I will be fortifying my property like its a military compound so the next time one of these fuckers shows up word will spread real quick not to mess with "The Widow" as I've learned I am called in this town. Yes, I filed a police report and yes, I have passed on the footage to RCMP.

So, life update that worries me... Didn't sleep well last night. Was too worried if this drunk and drugged-up native was going to come back. My daughter took the garbage out and forgot to lock the door when she came inside. This guy showed up about 10 minutes later, and walked into my house. We were both just in our sleep shirts, relaxing, she in the living room and I was in ny bedroom working on an article Im posting shortly. I came scrambling out of my bedroom and found this guy plastered drunk standing in my kitchen. I immediately forced him out the door into the porch and closed the door behind me, putting myself between him and the door. He was so drunk he couldn't speak words, just mumbled. I calmly told him to get lost. He just smiled and stared at me with all his tear drop tattoos next to his eyes scrunching up. I told him again to leave. He stood there looking stupid. Finally I told him if he didnt leave I would call the cops, then I turned around, went inside, locked the door and retrieved my firearm. I had enough time to load ammo into a clip, get the trigger lock off my firearm and get back to the front of the house to find him sitting in the car still. I was waiting to see if he was leaving, or coming back. Because he gave off a vibe that he was willing to get violent for whatever he was pursuing. Just after Dave died, a white vehicle showed up and parked next door on the road at the abandoned property. A man came to my door and kept trying to get me to go to his vehicle to "look at something". Of course I didnt go with him, but it was enough to get me to hire an electrician to install the security cameras, especially after my kid's bow was stolen. I have 3 more cameras to go up still. But since Dave passed away I have to hire people to do these things and, well, its not cheap or easy and definitely hard to find someone with the time in their schedule to fit me in. I showed this video clip to a person I know here in town, who informed me this guy and his friend were revived multiple times over the weekend from fentanyl overdoses. All I know is the guy was so plastered if I lit a match while he talked he would have become a human mmolatov.i have no idea who drove him. As soon as the snow is gone, I will be fortifying my property like its a military compound so the next time one of these fuckers shows up word will spread real quick not to mess with "The Widow" as I've learned I am called in this town. Yes, I filed a police report and yes, I have passed on the footage to RCMP.

Melanie In Saskatchewan

44,485 views • 4 months ago

Q4. DuJuan was engaged to my younger cousin. We met at our family reunion several years ago. We f-cked for months. I told him I’m a wife not a SideChick and he left my cousin for me. When we got engaged, my (DramaQueen) cousin tried to commit su!c!de. This has caused a huge split in my family. I married DuJuan and we have 3 kids. We were meant to be. I’m a thick woman and I’m proud of it. I used to hit the gym 3x a week until I twisted my ankle. For a year I’ve been working from home, making Little Debbie Zebra Cake smoothies, cooking butter-drenched gourmet burgers and gaining weight like a champ. I own that. It’s my fault. DuJuan told me he’s not attracted to me anymore. He asked me to join the gym with him. I refused; I’m still the woman he married, no matter what I look like. He withheld s3x so I cut him off, too. (Not that he was asking for it). Six months into my s3x strike, I went to the gym to make amends with my husband and improve my health/appearance. I was completing the membership application when my husband DuJuan emerged from the locker room, and a younger booty-enhanced female was waiting on him. DuJuan was adjusting his print 🍆 and the female was blushing like a school girl in love. I shouted DuJuan’s name. Him: “What are YOU doing here?” Lots of shouting and name-calling. We’re ushered outside where DuJuan said “You forced me to see someone else.” He has apologized. We’re in counseling. DuJuan says for the sake of our marriage and our kids, we shouldn’t divorce and I need to accept his decision to see other women. I believe he just opened our marriage, and I THINK that gives me options, too, right? What to do? Fight for him or let it go? #SBCCHAT

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Q4. DuJuan was engaged to my younger cousin. We met at our family reunion several years ago. We f-cked for months. I told him I’m a wife not a SideChick and he left my cousin for me. When we got engaged, my (DramaQueen) cousin tried to commit su!c!de. This has caused a huge split in my family. I married DuJuan and we have 3 kids. We were meant to be. I’m a thick woman and I’m proud of it. I used to hit the gym 3x a week until I twisted my ankle. For a year I’ve been working from home, making Little Debbie Zebra Cake smoothies, cooking butter-drenched gourmet burgers and gaining weight like a champ. I own that. It’s my fault. DuJuan told me he’s not attracted to me anymore. He asked me to join the gym with him. I refused; I’m still the woman he married, no matter what I look like. He withheld s3x so I cut him off, too. (Not that he was asking for it). Six months into my s3x strike, I went to the gym to make amends with my husband and improve my health/appearance. I was completing the membership application when my husband DuJuan emerged from the locker room, and a younger booty-enhanced female was waiting on him. DuJuan was adjusting his print 🍆 and the female was blushing like a school girl in love. I shouted DuJuan’s name. Him: “What are YOU doing here?” Lots of shouting and name-calling. We’re ushered outside where DuJuan said “You forced me to see someone else.” He has apologized. We’re in counseling. DuJuan says for the sake of our marriage and our kids, we shouldn’t divorce and I need to accept his decision to see other women. I believe he just opened our marriage, and I THINK that gives me options, too, right? What to do? Fight for him or let it go? #SBCCHAT

SixBrownChicks

43,351 views • 1 year ago

Donald J. Trump ‼️‼️SAVE ME! ‼️‼️ On January 6th, 2021 Rosanne Boyland was beaten to death with a stick by a DC police officer named Lila Morris. I was trapped beside her for seven minutes and I used to say I saw her murder, by now it seems more like I experienced it, as I was not just a bystander watching but a victim of the same violence as her to an obviously much lesser degree. In fact, at one point I knew all I could do to help her, the others in the pile up and myself was to pray. I prayed “God, let there be a moment of calmness come over this crowd so we can get up and get away”. And God answered my prayer instantly on the spot as another protestor named Jake Lang immediately tried to pull me from the bottom of the pile-up, as soon as I got the last word out of my mouth. His doing so helped save my life I believe and several others in the pileup. In the footage, you can see the reaction the police had after Jake realized he couldn’t move Rosaanne’s unconscious body and was pleading for the cops to stop attacking us as they sprayed tear gas through his hand in the air and landed on us. Rosanne was smeared as a drug addict and her body was cremated and there has never been a proper investigation into her obvious murder. I remember walking away from the Capitol that day with my entire body on fire because Rosanne and I were lying in a puddle of cs gas on the ground as the police attacked us, those around us, and those trying to help all of us, thinking to myself “Where is our president at? They just tried to kill us!” I wasn’t made, I was in shock, hurting, confused, and terrified. Her murder, the lies about it, and the persecution of the men that were trying to save both our lives, and anyone else in distress near us that day, is what drove me to commit my life to the American people knowing Rosanne’s name and what truly happened that day. I also share the indignation of Ashli Babbitt’s murder and the others who died that day, but the intense nature of my experience and what I actually saw that day put a burden on me. I feel like I am the only person who really knows what really happened to her at the bottom of the pile and now I feel God put this responsibility on MY shoulders alone. I think God prepared me for this my whole life. Now I believe God gives us tasks to do for him that only we can do for him. I had always thought I was too small, my voice not loud enough, I wasn’t good enough to be the man in the arena, but now I know it was my destiny all along. But I’m tired, really tired, exhausted in every way possible, and all I want for Christmas is the world to know Rosanne’s name and for Trump to pardon us so I don’t feel like every day, every issue, every argument is a matter of life and death. Because for me that has been EVERY day since January 6th, even before that day really. So Merry Christmas to all and if someway, somehow Donald Trump sees this post it would be an answer to prayers.

Donald J. Trump ‼️‼️SAVE ME! ‼️‼️ On January 6th, 2021 Rosanne Boyland was beaten to death with a stick by a DC police officer named Lila Morris. I was trapped beside her for seven minutes and I used to say I saw her murder, by now it seems more like I experienced it, as I was not just a bystander watching but a victim of the same violence as her to an obviously much lesser degree. In fact, at one point I knew all I could do to help her, the others in the pile up and myself was to pray. I prayed “God, let there be a moment of calmness come over this crowd so we can get up and get away”. And God answered my prayer instantly on the spot as another protestor named Jake Lang immediately tried to pull me from the bottom of the pile-up, as soon as I got the last word out of my mouth. His doing so helped save my life I believe and several others in the pileup. In the footage, you can see the reaction the police had after Jake realized he couldn’t move Rosaanne’s unconscious body and was pleading for the cops to stop attacking us as they sprayed tear gas through his hand in the air and landed on us. Rosanne was smeared as a drug addict and her body was cremated and there has never been a proper investigation into her obvious murder. I remember walking away from the Capitol that day with my entire body on fire because Rosanne and I were lying in a puddle of cs gas on the ground as the police attacked us, those around us, and those trying to help all of us, thinking to myself “Where is our president at? They just tried to kill us!” I wasn’t made, I was in shock, hurting, confused, and terrified. Her murder, the lies about it, and the persecution of the men that were trying to save both our lives, and anyone else in distress near us that day, is what drove me to commit my life to the American people knowing Rosanne’s name and what truly happened that day. I also share the indignation of Ashli Babbitt’s murder and the others who died that day, but the intense nature of my experience and what I actually saw that day put a burden on me. I feel like I am the only person who really knows what really happened to her at the bottom of the pile and now I feel God put this responsibility on MY shoulders alone. I think God prepared me for this my whole life. Now I believe God gives us tasks to do for him that only we can do for him. I had always thought I was too small, my voice not loud enough, I wasn’t good enough to be the man in the arena, but now I know it was my destiny all along. But I’m tired, really tired, exhausted in every way possible, and all I want for Christmas is the world to know Rosanne’s name and for Trump to pardon us so I don’t feel like every day, every issue, every argument is a matter of life and death. Because for me that has been EVERY day since January 6th, even before that day really. So Merry Christmas to all and if someway, somehow Donald Trump sees this post it would be an answer to prayers.

🇺🇸 𝗧 𝗢 𝗠 𝗠 𝗬 ✦ 𝗧 𝗔 𝗧 𝗨 𝗠 ✦ 𝗡 𝗘 𝗪 𝗦

58,634 views • 1 year ago

A player at a casino was accused of being too good and kept winning, they forced him to return all of his chips and cashed him out and told him to leave, there were whispers that they thought he was card counting. I never been to any place where they forced you to do a return and sent you on your way. But I have heard of retail places doing that. When the customer tries to argue at the register they are like you know what, here take your money back and leave. Back when the PS5 came out I was desperate to get one for my kid too, I was searching online for those obscure local stores that had them. I found one in Rochester, NY. I placed the order and got a confirmation and a notification from my bank saying an amount was taken out by them. So I figured they had it and it was fine. A week later after I didn’t get it, I called and he said yes he still had it but he’s been busy and will ship it out asap. I was like ok cool, so another week went by and I called him again and asked what the hold up was. This time around the guy was quite nasty and told me I needed to be patient because he was dealing with some stuff. He then said “you are acting like you don’t want it!” Which was weird because if I didn’t want it I wouldn’t be checking on why I didn’t get it yet. Next day I wake up to a notification from my bank saying the amount taken was credited back to my account and it showed the retailers name. He cancelled my order and refunded my money. So I called again and he said I was harassing him and he rather not sell to people like me. At that point I was furious but what could I do. I was thinking maybe he didn’t have it all along, maybe he only listed it as a means of bringing attention to his store in hopes people browse and buy other items too. Either way the idea of a place of business saying they don’t want my business and giving me my money back and refusing service is ridiculous to me.

A player at a casino was accused of being too good and kept winning, they forced him to return all of his chips and cashed him out and told him to leave, there were whispers that they thought he was card counting. I never been to any place where they forced you to do a return and sent you on your way. But I have heard of retail places doing that. When the customer tries to argue at the register they are like you know what, here take your money back and leave. Back when the PS5 came out I was desperate to get one for my kid too, I was searching online for those obscure local stores that had them. I found one in Rochester, NY. I placed the order and got a confirmation and a notification from my bank saying an amount was taken out by them. So I figured they had it and it was fine. A week later after I didn’t get it, I called and he said yes he still had it but he’s been busy and will ship it out asap. I was like ok cool, so another week went by and I called him again and asked what the hold up was. This time around the guy was quite nasty and told me I needed to be patient because he was dealing with some stuff. He then said “you are acting like you don’t want it!” Which was weird because if I didn’t want it I wouldn’t be checking on why I didn’t get it yet. Next day I wake up to a notification from my bank saying the amount taken was credited back to my account and it showed the retailers name. He cancelled my order and refunded my money. So I called again and he said I was harassing him and he rather not sell to people like me. At that point I was furious but what could I do. I was thinking maybe he didn’t have it all along, maybe he only listed it as a means of bringing attention to his store in hopes people browse and buy other items too. Either way the idea of a place of business saying they don’t want my business and giving me my money back and refusing service is ridiculous to me.

SonnyBoy🇺🇸

767,336 views • 18 days ago

WILLIAMEST PRESSTOUR #WilliamEstFanconPressTour #Flex1045xWilliamEstFANCON 🎤: was there ever a moment when you were deeply touched by something he did but never told him? 🦈: actually, i can think of two things: one work-related and one personal. on the personal side, ever since we first met during songkran last year, i was out partying, right? and i went to sleep at his place. at the time, he couldn’t go out yet cause he wasn’t of age. but like, it was 3 a.m. and he still came down to pick me up even though he had already gone to sleep. and we had just met. i felt really touched. 🎸: at the time we went out together and i wasn’t old enough to go party, so i just went to some place that kids could go in during the day. then i went home to sleep and phi went out partying. 🦈: yes and i didn’t just stay for one night. i stayed like three nights, didn’t even book a hotel, just stayed at nong place. 🎸: and my eyes were like 😵‍💫 🦈: i started to feel bad. do you know what i did in return? 🤣 🎤: what did you do? 🎸: no, because i had to go downstairs, press the elevator, do a bunch of stuff, so i had to wake up. i went down to pick him up and he was just sitting there on the floor 🤣 🎤: sitting on the floor waiting? 🎸: yes, just sitting and resting there, waiting for me to come down. so we went back up. help him upstairs. not that i helped him up, he could walk by himself 🤣 then i went to bed and from my room, if the door wasn’t fully closed, you could see the sink. i’m the type who eats and washes dishes later. 🎤: you soak them first so they’re easier to clean later? 🎸: yes and then i saw him standing there at 3 a.m. doing the dishes 😭 🎤: washing dishes at 3 a.m.? 🎸: yes 😭 i was like, why did he do that? like it was fine, seriously. it wasn’t a big deal. but maybe he felt a bit guilty or something. but for me, i literally set an alarm, like, “okay, he’ll probably be back around this time,” so i set it and went down to get him. 🎤: maybe that was his version of saying thank you, right? 🦈: yes and the thing is, he never even told me that he saw me! like, i knew he’d probably fallen asleep or something, so i left the door cracked open because the lights were off just in case he could see. and yeah, turns out he did see. but he only told me months later, like way after songkran. 🎤: so he only just revealed now that he saw you washing the dishes? 🦈: i only found out because he teased me later, like, “you’ll end up washing dishes again soon” 🤣 that was how he teased. and back then i genuinely felt a bit bad, so i just wanted to do something to give back a little. and looking back, it’s so funny. 🦈: and then in thamepo, there was literally a dishwashing scene, so i joked like, “guess i can’t escape doing dishes for real.” 🤣

WILLIAMEST PRESSTOUR #WilliamEstFanconPressTour #Flex1045xWilliamEstFANCON 🎤: was there ever a moment when you were deeply touched by something he did but never told him? 🦈: actually, i can think of two things: one work-related and one personal. on the personal side, ever since we first met during songkran last year, i was out partying, right? and i went to sleep at his place. at the time, he couldn’t go out yet cause he wasn’t of age. but like, it was 3 a.m. and he still came down to pick me up even though he had already gone to sleep. and we had just met. i felt really touched. 🎸: at the time we went out together and i wasn’t old enough to go party, so i just went to some place that kids could go in during the day. then i went home to sleep and phi went out partying. 🦈: yes and i didn’t just stay for one night. i stayed like three nights, didn’t even book a hotel, just stayed at nong place. 🎸: and my eyes were like 😵‍💫 🦈: i started to feel bad. do you know what i did in return? 🤣 🎤: what did you do? 🎸: no, because i had to go downstairs, press the elevator, do a bunch of stuff, so i had to wake up. i went down to pick him up and he was just sitting there on the floor 🤣 🎤: sitting on the floor waiting? 🎸: yes, just sitting and resting there, waiting for me to come down. so we went back up. help him upstairs. not that i helped him up, he could walk by himself 🤣 then i went to bed and from my room, if the door wasn’t fully closed, you could see the sink. i’m the type who eats and washes dishes later. 🎤: you soak them first so they’re easier to clean later? 🎸: yes and then i saw him standing there at 3 a.m. doing the dishes 😭 🎤: washing dishes at 3 a.m.? 🎸: yes 😭 i was like, why did he do that? like it was fine, seriously. it wasn’t a big deal. but maybe he felt a bit guilty or something. but for me, i literally set an alarm, like, “okay, he’ll probably be back around this time,” so i set it and went down to get him. 🎤: maybe that was his version of saying thank you, right? 🦈: yes and the thing is, he never even told me that he saw me! like, i knew he’d probably fallen asleep or something, so i left the door cracked open because the lights were off just in case he could see. and yeah, turns out he did see. but he only told me months later, like way after songkran. 🎤: so he only just revealed now that he saw you washing the dishes? 🦈: i only found out because he teased me later, like, “you’ll end up washing dishes again soon” 🤣 that was how he teased. and back then i genuinely felt a bit bad, so i just wanted to do something to give back a little. and looking back, it’s so funny. 🦈: and then in thamepo, there was literally a dishwashing scene, so i joked like, “guess i can’t escape doing dishes for real.” 🤣

𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑎 ◡̈

73,933 views • 1 year ago

Um, am I the [ __ ] for sleeping with my ex to hurt my husband, only to discover he had already moved on with my best friend? I ruined my marriage on purpose, and my husband already had a replacement lined up before I even realized what I had done. Three weeks ago, my ex sent me a text out of nowhere. we dated for 2 years before I met my husband. The breakup was mutual, nothing messy. The text said he missed me and wondered if we could talk. I screenshot it and showed my husband that night while we were watching TV. My ex texted me," I said to my husband. "Uh, says he misses me. My husband glanced at the screen, then back at the TV, and said, Okay. That's it Just okay He shrugged Then he said, What do you want me to say? I don't know what I expected Maybe jealousy Maybe anger. Something that proved he still cared We'd been married for 4 years, and things had gone very stale He worked late constantly. We barely talked anymore And I felt completely invisible. "What if I wanted to see him?" I pushed back My husband looked at me Then really looked at me His face was completely blank Then see him my husband, said Are you serious? Follow your heart," he said. Then he went back to watching TV like nothing, Like I had just told him nothing about considering my ex, I was furious. What kind of husband says that I wanted a reaction, I wanted him to fight for me Instead, he acted like he didn't even care, So I left I texted my ex back We met for coffee two days later, He looked good, He asked about my marriage, and I told him the truth, That it felt dead He listened. He remembered things about me that my husband had forgotten My favorite coffee order, The book series that I loved, Small things that suddenly felt huge. We met again and again, Each time I'd come home, my husband wouldn't ask where I had been, He'd just nod when I walked in and go back to whatever he was doing. Last week, I crossed the line, I went to my ex's place, and we slept together, I felt disgusting afterward, But also triumphant in a sick way, I'd finally done something my husband would have to react to. I came home at midnight, My husband was still reading on the couch, I slept with my ex," I said. He closed his book slowly, looked at me, and said, I know "You know?" "How do you know? You're not subtle," he said. You've been trying to hurt me for weeks, and I just let you, "You wanted to leave, and I wasn't going to stop you, I waited for the anger, I waited for the pain or Something. His face showed nothing. That's it?" "You're not even going to yell at me? What's the point, He stood up. "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight, and we can figure out the divorce details tomorrow, He walked away just like that, I'd blown up our marriage expecting fireworks, and got a quiet exit instead.

Um, am I the [ __ ] for sleeping with my ex to hurt my husband, only to discover he had already moved on with my best friend? I ruined my marriage on purpose, and my husband already had a replacement lined up before I even realized what I had done. Three weeks ago, my ex sent me a text out of nowhere. we dated for 2 years before I met my husband. The breakup was mutual, nothing messy. The text said he missed me and wondered if we could talk. I screenshot it and showed my husband that night while we were watching TV. My ex texted me," I said to my husband. "Uh, says he misses me. My husband glanced at the screen, then back at the TV, and said, Okay. That's it Just okay He shrugged Then he said, What do you want me to say? I don't know what I expected Maybe jealousy Maybe anger. Something that proved he still cared We'd been married for 4 years, and things had gone very stale He worked late constantly. We barely talked anymore And I felt completely invisible. "What if I wanted to see him?" I pushed back My husband looked at me Then really looked at me His face was completely blank Then see him my husband, said Are you serious? Follow your heart," he said. Then he went back to watching TV like nothing, Like I had just told him nothing about considering my ex, I was furious. What kind of husband says that I wanted a reaction, I wanted him to fight for me Instead, he acted like he didn't even care, So I left I texted my ex back We met for coffee two days later, He looked good, He asked about my marriage, and I told him the truth, That it felt dead He listened. He remembered things about me that my husband had forgotten My favorite coffee order, The book series that I loved, Small things that suddenly felt huge. We met again and again, Each time I'd come home, my husband wouldn't ask where I had been, He'd just nod when I walked in and go back to whatever he was doing. Last week, I crossed the line, I went to my ex's place, and we slept together, I felt disgusting afterward, But also triumphant in a sick way, I'd finally done something my husband would have to react to. I came home at midnight, My husband was still reading on the couch, I slept with my ex," I said. He closed his book slowly, looked at me, and said, I know "You know?" "How do you know? You're not subtle," he said. You've been trying to hurt me for weeks, and I just let you, "You wanted to leave, and I wasn't going to stop you, I waited for the anger, I waited for the pain or Something. His face showed nothing. That's it?" "You're not even going to yell at me? What's the point, He stood up. "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight, and we can figure out the divorce details tomorrow, He walked away just like that, I'd blown up our marriage expecting fireworks, and got a quiet exit instead.

👑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

38,240 views • 16 days ago

Rey Ordóñez Breaks Silence on the Lie That Forced Him Out of New York: During the 2002 offseason, I made what became a very costly “stupid” comment after a reporter twisted my words. We had a good enough team to make the playoffs, but we fell short. The reporters were all over me, really attacking. I was just thinking to myself that I had played my usual season, nothing different. That’s when I said something along the lines of, “You think the fans are stupid? Or that we don’t want to win? We want to win even more than they do.” The reporter took that and ran with the headline: “Rey Ordóñez says the fans are stupid.” That was the beginning of the end for me in New York. All of a sudden, people on TV were saying things like, “If I see anyone wearing a Rey Ordóñez jersey, I’ll choke them.” I got traded that December. The reporter apologized the next day, but I told him, “Papi, it’s too late. You already screwed me.” I was traded to Tampa Bay on December 15th. Nobody officially told me why, but I knew it was because of those comments. That’s where the language barrier really hurt me. There was no regular translator back then. I used to casually feed reporters information in English, but my English wasn’t great. The reporter saw an opportunity and took full advantage of it. I ran into him later at an activity in New York. I was ready to confront him, but some American friends told me to let it go. They said the New York fans were still cool with me and that I shouldn’t open up that can of worms. I wanted to tell him straight to his face that he had screwed me by creating such a bad image. Because for me, New York fans are the best. They get on you, but it’s only because they care so much about winning. 🎥 Abriendo Sports Vian Araujo Puello

Rey Ordóñez Breaks Silence on the Lie That Forced Him Out of New York: During the 2002 offseason, I made what became a very costly “stupid” comment after a reporter twisted my words. We had a good enough team to make the playoffs, but we fell short. The reporters were all over me, really attacking. I was just thinking to myself that I had played my usual season, nothing different. That’s when I said something along the lines of, “You think the fans are stupid? Or that we don’t want to win? We want to win even more than they do.” The reporter took that and ran with the headline: “Rey Ordóñez says the fans are stupid.” That was the beginning of the end for me in New York. All of a sudden, people on TV were saying things like, “If I see anyone wearing a Rey Ordóñez jersey, I’ll choke them.” I got traded that December. The reporter apologized the next day, but I told him, “Papi, it’s too late. You already screwed me.” I was traded to Tampa Bay on December 15th. Nobody officially told me why, but I knew it was because of those comments. That’s where the language barrier really hurt me. There was no regular translator back then. I used to casually feed reporters information in English, but my English wasn’t great. The reporter saw an opportunity and took full advantage of it. I ran into him later at an activity in New York. I was ready to confront him, but some American friends told me to let it go. They said the New York fans were still cool with me and that I shouldn’t open up that can of worms. I wanted to tell him straight to his face that he had screwed me by creating such a bad image. Because for me, New York fans are the best. They get on you, but it’s only because they care so much about winning. 🎥 Abriendo Sports Vian Araujo Puello

Phillip Feliz | Master Flip 🇩🇴

97,480 views • 1 month ago