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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.”

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39,127 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

Jon, I listened to you on Pod Save America for so many years. THOUSANDS of hours of my life I WASTED listening to you. A man's house burns down, he loses everything, he sleeps somewhere safe while he figures out what's next. ...and your instinct is to sneer at him for it?!!!! WHO LET HIS HOUSE BURN DOWN JON?!!!!!! WHO?! Oh right... you don't want to answer those questions. You never did on Pod Save America. You tip toed around them, never letting any doubt or real debate onto your show so your listeners, like me, never heard the truth. We just heard what you WANTED us to hear. I despise you for it. That's who you are. That's who you've always been. You don't have empathy. You lied. You've been lying the entire time, I just didn't know it until I got on X. I was a fool, a damn fool for ever believing you about anything. I can't get those hours back. But maybe I can convince someone else to not waste their life like I did listening to your bullshit for years.

Jon, I listened to you on Pod Save America for so many years. THOUSANDS of hours of my life I WASTED listening to you. A man's house burns down, he loses everything, he sleeps somewhere safe while he figures out what's next. ...and your instinct is to sneer at him for it?!!!! WHO LET HIS HOUSE BURN DOWN JON?!!!!!! WHO?! Oh right... you don't want to answer those questions. You never did on Pod Save America. You tip toed around them, never letting any doubt or real debate onto your show so your listeners, like me, never heard the truth. We just heard what you WANTED us to hear. I despise you for it. That's who you are. That's who you've always been. You don't have empathy. You lied. You've been lying the entire time, I just didn't know it until I got on X. I was a fool, a damn fool for ever believing you about anything. I can't get those hours back. But maybe I can convince someone else to not waste their life like I did listening to your bullshit for years.

Matt Van Swol

71,008 просмотров • 3 месяцев назад

Happy Maid Monday ^.^ Today I want to try something a little different I want to write a little hot kig fiction. I never done it before but her I go! #kigurumi #着ぐるみ Part:1 I shouldn’t have never taken that bet but here I am. Locking myself up for hours 8 as anime doll while my friend/new master eyes me down with hungry eyes. After hearing the the timer count down and beep I felt a strange sensation hit my chest and in between my legs. Part:2 Soon after I began dusting and cleaning his room for a few hours. It was hard work but I was able to get it done. With a sigh of relief I threw myself on the bed and shut my eyes not knowing what’s to come. A few minutes after i felt a cold hand grab my thigh then another grabbing something else. I tried to resist but I was too tried to fight back. And At that moment I didn’t feel like a human but I did feel like a real doll. So I Laid there helplessly as my new owner plays with my body for the rest of the night. Part:3 After a long night of passionate groping, I eventually feel asleep. The morning light crept through the window cause me to wake up . I noticed I was still dress as a cute little doll but to my horror I noticed the lock was still on. I tried shaking and tugging on the lock but it was in vain .He locked me in while I was asleep and this time I don’t know for how long. It Could’ve been for an hour or 24 hours !? Only he knows. But he must’ve heard my whimpers cause soon after he walks into the room with those hungry eyes and gets ready to play with his new doll.

Happy Maid Monday ^.^ Today I want to try something a little different I want to write a little hot kig fiction. I never done it before but her I go! #kigurumi #着ぐるみ Part:1 I shouldn’t have never taken that bet but here I am. Locking myself up for hours 8 as anime doll while my friend/new master eyes me down with hungry eyes. After hearing the the timer count down and beep I felt a strange sensation hit my chest and in between my legs. Part:2 Soon after I began dusting and cleaning his room for a few hours. It was hard work but I was able to get it done. With a sigh of relief I threw myself on the bed and shut my eyes not knowing what’s to come. A few minutes after i felt a cold hand grab my thigh then another grabbing something else. I tried to resist but I was too tried to fight back. And At that moment I didn’t feel like a human but I did feel like a real doll. So I Laid there helplessly as my new owner plays with my body for the rest of the night. Part:3 After a long night of passionate groping, I eventually feel asleep. The morning light crept through the window cause me to wake up . I noticed I was still dress as a cute little doll but to my horror I noticed the lock was still on. I tried shaking and tugging on the lock but it was in vain .He locked me in while I was asleep and this time I don’t know for how long. It Could’ve been for an hour or 24 hours !? Only he knows. But he must’ve heard my whimpers cause soon after he walks into the room with those hungry eyes and gets ready to play with his new doll.

MaidKigMelia

20,605 просмотров • 8 месяцев назад

🪶OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS JUST HAPPENED! 🪶 So I am in my house and hear this huge bang! At first I think that the wind has slammed one of my doors shut, then I realize my doors were not actually open. I mean honestly it sounded like a large rock fell on my roof. So I go outside to look around and as soon as I open my backdoor, I see three crows fly off my roof. I'm looking up at the roof to see if I can see any damage (like, was this a chunk of meteor or what?!?), then I look down and see this gorgeous Hawk sprawled out on my patio couch (excuse the state of the cover - my dogs are up and down on it constantly - I need to pressure wash it). I realize that the crows must have been chasing him and the Hawk has flown into my back window there, full tilt. He allows me to gently love on him for almost 10 minutes - he must have been stunned. Eventually I try to pic him up and he flies over to my chair by my fire pit and just sits there (pics below) and lets me pet him some more. At this point I have something in the oven beeping that I need to take out, and as soon as I open my back door, Kali (my Chocolate Lab) comes charging out towards the Hawk and the Hawk takes off and flies away, seemingly no worse for wear. For those of you who have followed me for a while, you will know Hawk is my Totem ( I have a Red-Tailed Hawk Feather tattooed on my arm and I have had numerous awesome and amazing Hawk encounters - gifts of Hawk Medicine that I have documented on here), but this was the most beautiful, profound one yet. What an absolute blessing this encounter was for me (not so great for him/her), but I'd like to think that I nursed this Hawk gently through the worst of it. Best of all I got to share this moment with someone really important to me. Wow. I'm still stunned myself. Thank you Hawk for coming to see me and for your Divine Medicine - I hope you received mine. 💜

🪶OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS JUST HAPPENED! 🪶 So I am in my house and hear this huge bang! At first I think that the wind has slammed one of my doors shut, then I realize my doors were not actually open. I mean honestly it sounded like a large rock fell on my roof. So I go outside to look around and as soon as I open my backdoor, I see three crows fly off my roof. I'm looking up at the roof to see if I can see any damage (like, was this a chunk of meteor or what?!?), then I look down and see this gorgeous Hawk sprawled out on my patio couch (excuse the state of the cover - my dogs are up and down on it constantly - I need to pressure wash it). I realize that the crows must have been chasing him and the Hawk has flown into my back window there, full tilt. He allows me to gently love on him for almost 10 minutes - he must have been stunned. Eventually I try to pic him up and he flies over to my chair by my fire pit and just sits there (pics below) and lets me pet him some more. At this point I have something in the oven beeping that I need to take out, and as soon as I open my back door, Kali (my Chocolate Lab) comes charging out towards the Hawk and the Hawk takes off and flies away, seemingly no worse for wear. For those of you who have followed me for a while, you will know Hawk is my Totem ( I have a Red-Tailed Hawk Feather tattooed on my arm and I have had numerous awesome and amazing Hawk encounters - gifts of Hawk Medicine that I have documented on here), but this was the most beautiful, profound one yet. What an absolute blessing this encounter was for me (not so great for him/her), but I'd like to think that I nursed this Hawk gently through the worst of it. Best of all I got to share this moment with someone really important to me. Wow. I'm still stunned myself. Thank you Hawk for coming to see me and for your Divine Medicine - I hope you received mine. 💜

🌏 𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 💎

32,720 просмотров • 7 месяцев назад

the ganges is a powerful force... i remember this day clearer than most days in my life. i got sucked down into the deepest parts of the river valley, so deep there was no blue, no surface, no water.. just darkness. pitch black. when you’re that deep you curl into a ball and cover your head so you don’t get knocked out on jagged rock... no life vest, just me and the current. every time i saw nothing but black another wave smashed me into a rock and launched me up just long enough to breathe, then back into darkness. at the deepest points my lungs were empty and my body froze... at one point i gave up. said bye to myself. gulped river water and sank deeper, eyes closed. right when i was done i got pushed up one last time and heard my friend screaming to swim to the beach... too late, i was dead center of the current. people on the shore yelling my name. my body was empty, not even enough energy to paddle. i saw a huge rock and reached out, it swept past me but i caught it with two fingers. the river pulled my legs south while i dragged my body up. somehow i clawed one foot onto the rock... only my face made it up. i felt warm and wet, thought i pissed myself, but it was blood pouring down my body. i couldn’t move, just laid there... gravity pinned me onto knife-shaped rock cutting deeper. voices yelling and then blackout. an hour later a motorboat came up the river. my friend argued with the pilots and finally said fuck it, i’ll pay whatever... my eyes were filled with blood. i didn’t want to negotiate. i wanted to survive. people come to the ganges to die, to be burned to ash and returned to it... i went there to be born again. my body burned in the sun for weeks, bruised and bloodied, barely able to walk. a hostel cleaned my wounds, gave me meds. i almost lost a limb to infection, but i survived. second life... new reason to live with purpose. this sunset feels like a homecoming. days end but life keeps moving... live hard. take risks, maybe not this risky. show up every day. put your whole body and heart on the line. you’re gonna win. my full set from rishikesh is out now

the ganges is a powerful force... i remember this day clearer than most days in my life. i got sucked down into the deepest parts of the river valley, so deep there was no blue, no surface, no water.. just darkness. pitch black. when you’re that deep you curl into a ball and cover your head so you don’t get knocked out on jagged rock... no life vest, just me and the current. every time i saw nothing but black another wave smashed me into a rock and launched me up just long enough to breathe, then back into darkness. at the deepest points my lungs were empty and my body froze... at one point i gave up. said bye to myself. gulped river water and sank deeper, eyes closed. right when i was done i got pushed up one last time and heard my friend screaming to swim to the beach... too late, i was dead center of the current. people on the shore yelling my name. my body was empty, not even enough energy to paddle. i saw a huge rock and reached out, it swept past me but i caught it with two fingers. the river pulled my legs south while i dragged my body up. somehow i clawed one foot onto the rock... only my face made it up. i felt warm and wet, thought i pissed myself, but it was blood pouring down my body. i couldn’t move, just laid there... gravity pinned me onto knife-shaped rock cutting deeper. voices yelling and then blackout. an hour later a motorboat came up the river. my friend argued with the pilots and finally said fuck it, i’ll pay whatever... my eyes were filled with blood. i didn’t want to negotiate. i wanted to survive. people come to the ganges to die, to be burned to ash and returned to it... i went there to be born again. my body burned in the sun for weeks, bruised and bloodied, barely able to walk. a hostel cleaned my wounds, gave me meds. i almost lost a limb to infection, but i survived. second life... new reason to live with purpose. this sunset feels like a homecoming. days end but life keeps moving... live hard. take risks, maybe not this risky. show up every day. put your whole body and heart on the line. you’re gonna win. my full set from rishikesh is out now

diplo

28,612 просмотров • 8 месяцев назад

‼️LONG POST‼️ I was debating on posting this but I’m very upset and I’m tired of constantly remaining quiet. I was hate raided for 5 HOURS straight today on KICK I immediately messaged kick support and got constant automated responses. FOR 5 HOURS. I had to leave my chat on SUB ONLY MODE for 5 HOURS while I was live. I then decided to multi stream to Twitch so those who can’t afford to subscribe to me could still interact. Within MINUTES kick staff came into my stream… WROTE AND PINNED a message in my chat & emailed me. 4 hours into me being botted and it NOT being fixed. I am not the only one this is happening to and I am seeing NOTHING be done. People’s livelihoods are at risk. THIS IS MY JOB. It is YOURS to make sure I can WORK on YOUR PLATFORM. People’s CHILDREN are being threatened by these attacks. But apparently my MINUTES of multistreaming while forgetting to toggle is more important that attacks on your creators. There was an account that was spamming that is A YEAR OLD … HOW TF IS IT NOT BANNED ALREADY??? It is becoming abundantly clear that you care very little about us. What an absolute slap in the face. I am HEARTBROKEN. WTF are yall doing.

‼️LONG POST‼️ I was debating on posting this but I’m very upset and I’m tired of constantly remaining quiet. I was hate raided for 5 HOURS straight today on KICK I immediately messaged kick support and got constant automated responses. FOR 5 HOURS. I had to leave my chat on SUB ONLY MODE for 5 HOURS while I was live. I then decided to multi stream to Twitch so those who can’t afford to subscribe to me could still interact. Within MINUTES kick staff came into my stream… WROTE AND PINNED a message in my chat & emailed me. 4 hours into me being botted and it NOT being fixed. I am not the only one this is happening to and I am seeing NOTHING be done. People’s livelihoods are at risk. THIS IS MY JOB. It is YOURS to make sure I can WORK on YOUR PLATFORM. People’s CHILDREN are being threatened by these attacks. But apparently my MINUTES of multistreaming while forgetting to toggle is more important that attacks on your creators. There was an account that was spamming that is A YEAR OLD … HOW TF IS IT NOT BANNED ALREADY??? It is becoming abundantly clear that you care very little about us. What an absolute slap in the face. I am HEARTBROKEN. WTF are yall doing.

NovaCourt

32,205 просмотров • 1 год назад

I couldn’t perform in my hometown without going back to where it all started Howard W. Blake High-School🐝 • I remember showing up to audition for the Chorus program with no training and no ability to read or compose music. I remember my chorus teacher asking me if I came with sheet music and all I had was the “At Last” instrumental from YouTube (the Beyonce version of course) and a aux chord 😂 I was accepted into the program b/c of my talent and because my mentors saw a seed and watered it. By the time I left performing arts school I was writing and reading music. More than ready to go independent as an artist! What an honor it was to speak to the gifted kids of Blake High School 👏🏿 the future icons of entertainment! If any student who missed my speech is reading this: take advantage of the resources available to you right now (because it costs allota money to get training when you’re older lol) get to class on time, practice at home while others are sleeping and collaborate with your peers. You have a gift, hone it, use it and be proud of it. When opportunity meets preparation A STAR IS BORN ! Thank you to everyone teacher that poured into me during my 4 years of school. You taught me DISCIPLINE at an age where it was very hard to focus lol I carry your lessons with me to this day. 4X Grammy nominated and I give a major part of that to Blake High-school and my mommy for for enrolling me ! STING 🐝

I couldn’t perform in my hometown without going back to where it all started Howard W. Blake High-School🐝 • I remember showing up to audition for the Chorus program with no training and no ability to read or compose music. I remember my chorus teacher asking me if I came with sheet music and all I had was the “At Last” instrumental from YouTube (the Beyonce version of course) and a aux chord 😂 I was accepted into the program b/c of my talent and because my mentors saw a seed and watered it. By the time I left performing arts school I was writing and reading music. More than ready to go independent as an artist! What an honor it was to speak to the gifted kids of Blake High School 👏🏿 the future icons of entertainment! If any student who missed my speech is reading this: take advantage of the resources available to you right now (because it costs allota money to get training when you’re older lol) get to class on time, practice at home while others are sleeping and collaborate with your peers. You have a gift, hone it, use it and be proud of it. When opportunity meets preparation A STAR IS BORN ! Thank you to everyone teacher that poured into me during my 4 years of school. You taught me DISCIPLINE at an age where it was very hard to focus lol I carry your lessons with me to this day. 4X Grammy nominated and I give a major part of that to Blake High-school and my mommy for for enrolling me ! STING 🐝

Swamp Princess🐊

150,845 просмотров • 1 год назад

Caleb Hammer calls a guest pathetic for being in debt while living with her mom and not contributing anything to the household. Caleb Hammer: You are so spoiled. You are so entitled. You are such a permanent victim to yourself and only yourself. Let’s get this budget. You’re so pathetic. The minimum payments that you owe, to your mom and stuff, not taking into account hers, is still, I mean, for your income, not great. $488.81. What’s your rent? Guest: Nothing. Caleb Hammer: How? Guest: I live with my mom. Caleb Hammer: This is pathetic. There is no reason you’re in debt. Do you have to provide anything for utilities? Guest: No. Caleb Hammer: You’re disgusting. You disgust me. You disgust me. Caleb Hammer: This is pathetic, actually. This is pathetic. Do you have to contribute to the groceries, or do they grocery shop? Guest: They grocery shop. Caleb Hammer: You are so pathetic. This phone bill, how much? Guest: Nothing. Caleb Hammer: Okay. Gas is reimbursed? Guest: Yeah, but I… Caleb Hammer: How much extra? It’s reimbursed in the end? Guest: Oh, yeah. Caleb Hammer: So I’m X-ing it out because that’s included in your income of $3,200. Guest: So I’d say an extra… Caleb Hammer: Car insurance? Guest: My mom pays it. Caleb Hammer: Subscriptions, I’ll give you $50. Do you have any pets? Guest: Yes. Caleb Hammer: Do you have to buy them pet food? Guest: Yeah. Caleb Hammer: How much? Guest: Probably like $25 a month, I guess. Caleb Hammer: What is your pet? Guest: A cat. Caleb Hammer: Okay, I’ll give you $50 for pet insurance. TP fund, anything else you need? Do they buy you tampons and everything? Guest: I don’t get my period with my birth control. Caleb Hammer: Do they buy you toothpaste and toothbrushes? Guest: No, I pay for those things myself. Caleb Hammer: Okay, I’ll give you a TP fund, $150. You decide where that goes. That’s what you need to survive. But, I mean, they’re still taking care of toilet paper, I’m guessing. Guest: I might need the TP fund a little bit more. Does that include my nails? Can I put my nails in there? Caleb Hammer: No, you don’t. Go fuck yourself, you entitled bitch.

Caleb Hammer calls a guest pathetic for being in debt while living with her mom and not contributing anything to the household. Caleb Hammer: You are so spoiled. You are so entitled. You are such a permanent victim to yourself and only yourself. Let’s get this budget. You’re so pathetic. The minimum payments that you owe, to your mom and stuff, not taking into account hers, is still, I mean, for your income, not great. $488.81. What’s your rent? Guest: Nothing. Caleb Hammer: How? Guest: I live with my mom. Caleb Hammer: This is pathetic. There is no reason you’re in debt. Do you have to provide anything for utilities? Guest: No. Caleb Hammer: You’re disgusting. You disgust me. You disgust me. Caleb Hammer: This is pathetic, actually. This is pathetic. Do you have to contribute to the groceries, or do they grocery shop? Guest: They grocery shop. Caleb Hammer: You are so pathetic. This phone bill, how much? Guest: Nothing. Caleb Hammer: Okay. Gas is reimbursed? Guest: Yeah, but I… Caleb Hammer: How much extra? It’s reimbursed in the end? Guest: Oh, yeah. Caleb Hammer: So I’m X-ing it out because that’s included in your income of $3,200. Guest: So I’d say an extra… Caleb Hammer: Car insurance? Guest: My mom pays it. Caleb Hammer: Subscriptions, I’ll give you $50. Do you have any pets? Guest: Yes. Caleb Hammer: Do you have to buy them pet food? Guest: Yeah. Caleb Hammer: How much? Guest: Probably like $25 a month, I guess. Caleb Hammer: What is your pet? Guest: A cat. Caleb Hammer: Okay, I’ll give you $50 for pet insurance. TP fund, anything else you need? Do they buy you tampons and everything? Guest: I don’t get my period with my birth control. Caleb Hammer: Do they buy you toothpaste and toothbrushes? Guest: No, I pay for those things myself. Caleb Hammer: Okay, I’ll give you a TP fund, $150. You decide where that goes. That’s what you need to survive. But, I mean, they’re still taking care of toilet paper, I’m guessing. Guest: I might need the TP fund a little bit more. Does that include my nails? Can I put my nails in there? Caleb Hammer: No, you don’t. Go fuck yourself, you entitled bitch.

Mue Deborah

63,474 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

Who would you call at 11:58pm for an immediate favour? Yesterday I spent most of my day at the airport. I cried, I felt helpless, I felt frustrated. And in that moment I realised that while I had no one to turn to for help with a luxury service (@flyxejet_) gone wrong, I remembered the times when people have shown up for me. Like the one time I called Chiomagoodhair at 11:58pm to ask if I could bring an entire crew to her house to film and shoot stills. Without hesitation, she said yes. That was actually the first time I ever stepped into her home, even though she had invited me countless times before. That moment will stay with me forever. Chioma, I want to use this space to thank you publicly for all the things you've done for me privately. For being such a genuinely good human. I once told you back in 2022 that I didn't think you were a "friendly" person, and you've since shown me otherwise. You've completely corrected that narrative, reminding me that you are pure gold. Diamond, even. From practically planning my 30th birthday, to stepping up during the tradition where each person pays to cut the cake, you paid $1,000 without blinking. To opening your home, booking my videographer, and helping me create two incredible videos for my reality TV debut, I honestly don't know how to repay you. But today, I say thank you. I appreciate you. You're a real one PS - The full video is like 6 minutes so watch out for my #Youtube Channel coming soon with a bang manage this 2 minutes trailer of cut cut)

Who would you call at 11:58pm for an immediate favour? Yesterday I spent most of my day at the airport. I cried, I felt helpless, I felt frustrated. And in that moment I realised that while I had no one to turn to for help with a luxury service (@flyxejet_) gone wrong, I remembered the times when people have shown up for me. Like the one time I called Chiomagoodhair at 11:58pm to ask if I could bring an entire crew to her house to film and shoot stills. Without hesitation, she said yes. That was actually the first time I ever stepped into her home, even though she had invited me countless times before. That moment will stay with me forever. Chioma, I want to use this space to thank you publicly for all the things you've done for me privately. For being such a genuinely good human. I once told you back in 2022 that I didn't think you were a "friendly" person, and you've since shown me otherwise. You've completely corrected that narrative, reminding me that you are pure gold. Diamond, even. From practically planning my 30th birthday, to stepping up during the tradition where each person pays to cut the cake, you paid $1,000 without blinking. To opening your home, booking my videographer, and helping me create two incredible videos for my reality TV debut, I honestly don't know how to repay you. But today, I say thank you. I appreciate you. You're a real one PS - The full video is like 6 minutes so watch out for my #Youtube Channel coming soon with a bang manage this 2 minutes trailer of cut cut)

Sabrina Idukpaye

164,597 просмотров • 11 месяцев назад

This child, Rashid, was buried underground with two floors above him, leaving no room for him to breathe. He was crying, trying to make me hear his voice, and he didn't calm down until I told him to stop crying and that I could hear him. Rashid reminds me of our situation this year, as we are dying, crying, and screaming at the top of our lungs, but no one hears us or answers us. But I heard Rashid and pulled him out from under the rubble after three hours of work, rescuing him after he had struggled for breath beneath two entire floors on his back. For the sake of Rashid and innocent children like him, I didn't stop my work; I didn't stop listening to their voices. Did you stop listening to our voices?

This child, Rashid, was buried underground with two floors above him, leaving no room for him to breathe. He was crying, trying to make me hear his voice, and he didn't calm down until I told him to stop crying and that I could hear him. Rashid reminds me of our situation this year, as we are dying, crying, and screaming at the top of our lungs, but no one hears us or answers us. But I heard Rashid and pulled him out from under the rubble after three hours of work, rescuing him after he had struggled for breath beneath two entire floors on his back. For the sake of Rashid and innocent children like him, I didn't stop my work; I didn't stop listening to their voices. Did you stop listening to our voices?

Eye on Palestine

151,168 просмотров • 1 год назад

People paying $1000/yr + for discords and telling them to buy $IREN & $HIMS all the way down. If you only bought 100 shares of $YSS today w me you would have paid for roughly 6.6yrs on my subscription, 250 shares about 16yrs, 1000 shares 64yrs etc Or $NBIS at $104+ last week w add at $109, & for those that missed that a walk thru w members live on an entry at $120 yesterday in real time. I share every name i own. The best part? I’m not cheerleading names on the way down. I tell you where I’m selling or would sell immediately after trade is placed. Sad people keep giving their $ to 22yr old scammers who blow up or don’t even really trade though. I share it all as best I can pre trade, real time, & after even when I take a loss w strict risk management. I tell you the harsh reality & share all my thoughts. I hold nothing back. I think it’s the best deal out there, but maybe I’m biased. I’m putting in a ton of work but love it & care🙏🏻 Ok that’s my last sales pitch for quite a while. Just think it’s a critical time to be focused & think my value is worth it. 🙏🏻 If I’m going to be doing this people should at least know about it.

People paying $1000/yr + for discords and telling them to buy $IREN & $HIMS all the way down. If you only bought 100 shares of $YSS today w me you would have paid for roughly 6.6yrs on my subscription, 250 shares about 16yrs, 1000 shares 64yrs etc Or $NBIS at $104+ last week w add at $109, & for those that missed that a walk thru w members live on an entry at $120 yesterday in real time. I share every name i own. The best part? I’m not cheerleading names on the way down. I tell you where I’m selling or would sell immediately after trade is placed. Sad people keep giving their $ to 22yr old scammers who blow up or don’t even really trade though. I share it all as best I can pre trade, real time, & after even when I take a loss w strict risk management. I tell you the harsh reality & share all my thoughts. I hold nothing back. I think it’s the best deal out there, but maybe I’m biased. I’m putting in a ton of work but love it & care🙏🏻 Ok that’s my last sales pitch for quite a while. Just think it’s a critical time to be focused & think my value is worth it. 🙏🏻 If I’m going to be doing this people should at least know about it.

PBA

39,236 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

Without the love of Christ, I would have committed suicide after losing $10M in months... here's the story I didn't talk about this in the first video, because it's honestly too painful, but there was one day I almost ended my life, even while believing God is real. I yelled at him and told him I hated the world he created while I was driving to find a cliff to jump from. I'm not married, I don't have kids, that $10M portfolio was what I was building with my life. I had three siblings working for me and I had to let all three go, leaving over half my family jobless. So it felt like I had lost everything, let everyone I cared for down, and life was meaningless. But Jesus showed me his love like I never had felt before in one of my weakest moments, the desire to kill myself went away COMPLETELY in a split second and I broke down in tears. The feeling was like being hugged by all my loved ones at once. My old Christian missionary parents told me later that they had started praying for me at that exact moment, "The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit." I now know that this is only the beginning. My faith was once a largely intellectual faith, now it is also visceral, raw, emotional, and I am full of the joy of my salvation in an indescribable way, even despite my circumstances. If I wanted to take my own life on my own, but Jesus saved me, the rest of my life belongs to Him in every way. I started crying even now as I write this, thinking back on that day. How hopeless I felt before I felt the presence and love of Jesus. No I won't be perfect going forward, but my Savior is perfect and his power is made perfect in our weakness. To everyone in the comments, of course I know I made MANY mistakes and was trying to rush to $1B way too fast. I was full of greed and serving mainly money. And I'm sorry if anyone lost money following my posts. However, I am certain that even my wandering has all been a part of God's plan. And if it is part of God's plan that I ever recover my worldly wealth (for my actual wealth is greater now than it has EVER been) and I reach a number like $10M again, it is His, not mine. And I will not share it or promote my own glory anymore. Because it's not my money to promote myself with, everything I have is God's to use on what's close to His heart. If I have food and clothing and a place to sleep most nights, AND the love of Christ is in me (the engine that now drives everything), I'm truly content. I'm done using my X and YouTube accounts to promote myself, my worldly opinions and my own glory. Lord Jesus, help me from now on to glorify your name alone, for you alone are worthy. Amen. Love you all. And no problem if you want to unfollow, I understand that. "For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God." ❤️

Without the love of Christ, I would have committed suicide after losing $10M in months... here's the story I didn't talk about this in the first video, because it's honestly too painful, but there was one day I almost ended my life, even while believing God is real. I yelled at him and told him I hated the world he created while I was driving to find a cliff to jump from. I'm not married, I don't have kids, that $10M portfolio was what I was building with my life. I had three siblings working for me and I had to let all three go, leaving over half my family jobless. So it felt like I had lost everything, let everyone I cared for down, and life was meaningless. But Jesus showed me his love like I never had felt before in one of my weakest moments, the desire to kill myself went away COMPLETELY in a split second and I broke down in tears. The feeling was like being hugged by all my loved ones at once. My old Christian missionary parents told me later that they had started praying for me at that exact moment, "The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit." I now know that this is only the beginning. My faith was once a largely intellectual faith, now it is also visceral, raw, emotional, and I am full of the joy of my salvation in an indescribable way, even despite my circumstances. If I wanted to take my own life on my own, but Jesus saved me, the rest of my life belongs to Him in every way. I started crying even now as I write this, thinking back on that day. How hopeless I felt before I felt the presence and love of Jesus. No I won't be perfect going forward, but my Savior is perfect and his power is made perfect in our weakness. To everyone in the comments, of course I know I made MANY mistakes and was trying to rush to $1B way too fast. I was full of greed and serving mainly money. And I'm sorry if anyone lost money following my posts. However, I am certain that even my wandering has all been a part of God's plan. And if it is part of God's plan that I ever recover my worldly wealth (for my actual wealth is greater now than it has EVER been) and I reach a number like $10M again, it is His, not mine. And I will not share it or promote my own glory anymore. Because it's not my money to promote myself with, everything I have is God's to use on what's close to His heart. If I have food and clothing and a place to sleep most nights, AND the love of Christ is in me (the engine that now drives everything), I'm truly content. I'm done using my X and YouTube accounts to promote myself, my worldly opinions and my own glory. Lord Jesus, help me from now on to glorify your name alone, for you alone are worthy. Amen. Love you all. And no problem if you want to unfollow, I understand that. "For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God." ❤️

Jacob Browatzke ✝️

72,399 просмотров • 24 дней назад

This part breaks and heals my heart at the same time 💔Mingi’s words are full of wisdom, as always🥺 🐥 I was full of arrogance in the beginning, but after I made my debut, I felt so small. From then on, I lost a lot of my mental strength. As soon as I made my debut, I thought I was the best and I thought I was in first place. That’s why those aspirations, that tenacity, and that something about me - my self-worth - was so high. But after that, it was destroyed in an instant. 🐥 I lost a lot of my self-worth, and I started to feel like I was worth nothing. I started to doubt if there was any reason for me to be in this group. When I feel that kind of self-disgust, I think it’s important how I overcome those thoughts. In my early days of my debut, I think I only had a pretty packaging on me. I used to think, ‘I’m doing well, what more can I do?’ But after that pretty packaging came off, I had nothing inside. So I think it took me a long time to fill myself up. Now, even if I break down once in a while, I just go back to the human Song Mingi, and I look for the things I like one by one, and then I think, ‘People will like me a bit now, right?’ Since we’re celebrities, we need to satisfy the people to a certain degree. But I think we still have to satisfy ourselves in the process as well. I think I try to find a harmony between the two in my head. 🐥 It took me a long time to build this up, but I think the process of building myself up, unlike building a sand castle, you build it up little by little. So I feel like, internally, I have become more resilient, compare to before.

This part breaks and heals my heart at the same time 💔Mingi’s words are full of wisdom, as always🥺 🐥 I was full of arrogance in the beginning, but after I made my debut, I felt so small. From then on, I lost a lot of my mental strength. As soon as I made my debut, I thought I was the best and I thought I was in first place. That’s why those aspirations, that tenacity, and that something about me - my self-worth - was so high. But after that, it was destroyed in an instant. 🐥 I lost a lot of my self-worth, and I started to feel like I was worth nothing. I started to doubt if there was any reason for me to be in this group. When I feel that kind of self-disgust, I think it’s important how I overcome those thoughts. In my early days of my debut, I think I only had a pretty packaging on me. I used to think, ‘I’m doing well, what more can I do?’ But after that pretty packaging came off, I had nothing inside. So I think it took me a long time to fill myself up. Now, even if I break down once in a while, I just go back to the human Song Mingi, and I look for the things I like one by one, and then I think, ‘People will like me a bit now, right?’ Since we’re celebrities, we need to satisfy the people to a certain degree. But I think we still have to satisfy ourselves in the process as well. I think I try to find a harmony between the two in my head. 🐥 It took me a long time to build this up, but I think the process of building myself up, unlike building a sand castle, you build it up little by little. So I feel like, internally, I have become more resilient, compare to before.

Irene | AhgaTiny

35,998 просмотров • 11 месяцев назад