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When you're peacefully napping and someone decides to document your dreams... Just a quiet afternoon nap, but apparently I wasn’t alone... #koreangirl #aestheticnap #serenemoment #candidshot #naturalbeauty #softvibes #dreamymood #sunlitnap #slowday #nappinginstyle

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260,323 views • 1 year ago

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It feels like just yesterday… when hope lit our path and we dared to believe we could save this country together. And we did. We fought like lions. We pushed back against darkness. And I gave everything—my time, my heart, my soul—to help unite the American people and defeat the evil that threatened to swallow this nation whole. But no one tells you what comes after the victory. No one prepares you for the silence. For the knives in the back. For the betrayal that doesn’t come from enemies—but from those you loved, defended, believed in. Lately, I’ve been attacked not just by strangers, but by people I once would’ve taken a bullet for. People I lifted up when they were down. Now they lie, plot, and celebrate when I stumble. And yet… I’m still standing. Because I wasn’t raised to repay hate with hate. I was raised to return cruelty with dignity, to answer darkness with light. Not because I’m weak—but because I still believe in something bigger than revenge. To those who have stayed—thank you. Your loyalty is a shield around my heart. I see you. I feel you. And I promise: I won’t forget you.

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729,054 views • 1 year ago

ELLE: Why did the director say, “If there’s Emi, there must be Bonnie”? EMI:It’s probably because I’m the type who forgets continuity! Like, in one take, I’d hug on the right side, and then when they switch the camera angle, I’d accidentally hug from the left. I just go with the flow of the emotion. But Bonnie is super detailed—she remembers everything about continuity. So the director said, “If there’s Emi, there must be Bonnie.” Also, our personalities and preferences are completely different. Like, when we eat tom yum soup, I eat the meat, Bonnie eats only the mushrooms. If we eat avocado-salmon toast, she eats the avocado and salmon, I eat the bread. We’re total opposites but we work together so well. At first, I thought Pam was such a distant role, but the more I played her, the more I thought, “Wait, this actually feels familiar.” There was one improvised scene where I said, “If I didn’t have (Dok)rak, how would I go on?” But in my head, I was actually thinking, “If I didn’t have Bonnie, how would I go on?” And then I just cried super emotional! (laughs) Maybe it’s because I usually don’t express my feelings. I tend to take care of myself, handle things fine alone. Strength is kind of my way of protecting myself. But when I’m with Bonnie, I feel like I can be vulnerable, soft. It’s such a strange feeling. Maybe it’s because I’ve never met someone like Bonnie before. BONNIE:When I see Emi, I just want to take care of her. She has this dependable, older-sister, almost motherly vibe, but also a childlike side. Deep down, she’s super sensitive. On the surface, you’d see her as someone who’s bold and outspoken. But when she’s under stress or pressure, she shuts down, becomes quiet. I, on the other hand, usually don’t express emotions much but when the pressure gets high, I actually become the stronger one. I’ll step up to protect or support Emi. We’re different in ways that complete each other. And honestly, if it wasn’t Emi, I’m not sure I could’ve become Dokrak. But with Emi, I felt totally comfortable, like I could be myself. She never judges me, no matter what I do.

ELLE: Why did the director say, “If there’s Emi, there must be Bonnie”? EMI:It’s probably because I’m the type who forgets continuity! Like, in one take, I’d hug on the right side, and then when they switch the camera angle, I’d accidentally hug from the left. I just go with the flow of the emotion. But Bonnie is super detailed—she remembers everything about continuity. So the director said, “If there’s Emi, there must be Bonnie.” Also, our personalities and preferences are completely different. Like, when we eat tom yum soup, I eat the meat, Bonnie eats only the mushrooms. If we eat avocado-salmon toast, she eats the avocado and salmon, I eat the bread. We’re total opposites but we work together so well. At first, I thought Pam was such a distant role, but the more I played her, the more I thought, “Wait, this actually feels familiar.” There was one improvised scene where I said, “If I didn’t have (Dok)rak, how would I go on?” But in my head, I was actually thinking, “If I didn’t have Bonnie, how would I go on?” And then I just cried super emotional! (laughs) Maybe it’s because I usually don’t express my feelings. I tend to take care of myself, handle things fine alone. Strength is kind of my way of protecting myself. But when I’m with Bonnie, I feel like I can be vulnerable, soft. It’s such a strange feeling. Maybe it’s because I’ve never met someone like Bonnie before. BONNIE:When I see Emi, I just want to take care of her. She has this dependable, older-sister, almost motherly vibe, but also a childlike side. Deep down, she’s super sensitive. On the surface, you’d see her as someone who’s bold and outspoken. But when she’s under stress or pressure, she shuts down, becomes quiet. I, on the other hand, usually don’t express emotions much but when the pressure gets high, I actually become the stronger one. I’ll step up to protect or support Emi. We’re different in ways that complete each other. And honestly, if it wasn’t Emi, I’m not sure I could’ve become Dokrak. But with Emi, I felt totally comfortable, like I could be myself. She never judges me, no matter what I do.

Bonnie's Home

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Whenever I see this many posts about me in a row on someone’s page, I know I already won the debate before the first one even dropped. I like Alex, but he was wrong to imply Dave Portnoy was a pedophile. Alex does great work, but you don’t get to do a bunch of good things and then use your position of “pedo poacher” to slander someone as wanting to have sex with children just because you disagree with them. Alex lost my respect and some of his credibility when he did that. He was wrong, I called him out, now he’s spiraling and trying to slander me the same way because he knows he’s wrong. Stay mad bro 🤷🏻‍♂️

Whenever I see this many posts about me in a row on someone’s page, I know I already won the debate before the first one even dropped. I like Alex, but he was wrong to imply Dave Portnoy was a pedophile. Alex does great work, but you don’t get to do a bunch of good things and then use your position of “pedo poacher” to slander someone as wanting to have sex with children just because you disagree with them. Alex lost my respect and some of his credibility when he did that. He was wrong, I called him out, now he’s spiraling and trying to slander me the same way because he knows he’s wrong. Stay mad bro 🤷🏻‍♂️

The Misfit Patriot

25,273 views • 1 year ago

You’ve given this everything you have, and you feel like you barely made it across the finish line when Trump won. You then realized that wasn’t the finish line, which has been tough to swallow. You’re exhausted. You’re drained. You’ve lost motivation. You’re questioning everything. You feel lied to. You’re angry … really angry. While I’m not in your shoes, I get it. I’ve only been at this since 2020 and it feels like so much longer than that. I can’t say for certain how I would be if I started this journey in 2017 or prior. Patience is a virtue but your patience has been tested like never before. I’m not here to blow smoke up your ass or try to convince you of anything, but I will leave you with this. You are not alone and I hope you can get back into the fight because we need you. [W]here [W]e [G]o [1] [W]e [G]o [A]ll

You’ve given this everything you have, and you feel like you barely made it across the finish line when Trump won. You then realized that wasn’t the finish line, which has been tough to swallow. You’re exhausted. You’re drained. You’ve lost motivation. You’re questioning everything. You feel lied to. You’re angry … really angry. While I’m not in your shoes, I get it. I’ve only been at this since 2020 and it feels like so much longer than that. I can’t say for certain how I would be if I started this journey in 2017 or prior. Patience is a virtue but your patience has been tested like never before. I’m not here to blow smoke up your ass or try to convince you of anything, but I will leave you with this. You are not alone and I hope you can get back into the fight because we need you. [W]here [W]e [G]o [1] [W]e [G]o [A]ll

RealAF Patriot

42,610 views • 1 year ago

Sometimes people make comments like "Those poor service dogs; all they do is work. They never get to just be a dog and play." Comments like that are far from true. I have lots of play time, lots of nap time, and lots of time for shenanigans. Us dogs don't view work the way humans do. To us, most of our work is made up of play or games. Like push the button with a paw or nose, retrieve the item, or even odor detection which is basically true or false with your sniffer. A good portion of being service dog is simply being there. We're not working every moment of the day. It's basically a paid on call position. I'm ready anytime she needs me to lend a paw. But I still have time to play with my baby brother, watch my favorite TV shows, go for walks or to the park, have social visits, and do dog sports! What I don't have is long periods of time at home alone. There's actually Chesnyy alone time that's scheduled, like when my brother goes for walks, so that I have some me time and don't develop separation anxiety. Basically I get to go pretty much everywhere with my best friend and I get paid to play games. I think I am super lucky to have this job. But just like humans, us dogs need work life balance too. #ServiceDogs #WorkLifeBalamce

Sometimes people make comments like "Those poor service dogs; all they do is work. They never get to just be a dog and play." Comments like that are far from true. I have lots of play time, lots of nap time, and lots of time for shenanigans. Us dogs don't view work the way humans do. To us, most of our work is made up of play or games. Like push the button with a paw or nose, retrieve the item, or even odor detection which is basically true or false with your sniffer. A good portion of being service dog is simply being there. We're not working every moment of the day. It's basically a paid on call position. I'm ready anytime she needs me to lend a paw. But I still have time to play with my baby brother, watch my favorite TV shows, go for walks or to the park, have social visits, and do dog sports! What I don't have is long periods of time at home alone. There's actually Chesnyy alone time that's scheduled, like when my brother goes for walks, so that I have some me time and don't develop separation anxiety. Basically I get to go pretty much everywhere with my best friend and I get paid to play games. I think I am super lucky to have this job. But just like humans, us dogs need work life balance too. #ServiceDogs #WorkLifeBalamce

Team Servicerottie🇨🇦🐕‍🦺🦽

11,762 views • 1 month ago