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โ€œCan you just imagine WWE if every single guy came out wearing the exact same thing?โ€ In April 2022, Big Ben Rothwell announced on Ariel Helwaniโ€™s show that after 13 years with the UFC, his request for release was granted. After receiving offers from Bellator, PFL, and BKFC, Rothwell ultimately signed with BKFC, citing a great deal and the desire for creative freedom that had been stifled during the UFCโ€™s Reebok era. Rothwell recalled an incident where he wore his iconic โ€œcloakโ€ backstage, only for the UFC to demand he take it off. Another time, Rothwell offered to let the UFC keep the $10,000 Reebok money so he could wear the cloak. Their response? โ€œWeโ€™ll stop the whole show and take your entire purse if you wear it.โ€ Rothwell drew inspiration from Francis Ngannou crossing over to boxing and Conor McGregorโ€™s ventures into the same space, but his main desire was simple: to fight in front of live crowds again. โ€œThe Apex is not for me,โ€ he said bluntly. He also spoke about his comfort fighting bare-knuckle, revealing that during his UFC days, he often waived the requirement for hand wraps. If anything happened to his hands, heโ€™d accept the consequences. The first time he did this was in his fight against Brendan Schaubโ€”though no, he didnโ€™t head to P.F. Changโ€™s afterward to celebrate. Less than three years later, Rothwell is crowned BKFC champion, winning the belt in just 36 seconds in front of a record-breaking crowd at the Wells Fargo Center. He called it the โ€œcraziestโ€ crowd heโ€™s ever fought in front of during his 25-year career. To make the moment even more surreal, McGregorโ€”one of Rothwellโ€™s inspirations to make the crossoverโ€”was in the ring as a part-owner of BKFC. Few could have imagined this back in 2022 when Rothwell first announced his move to BKFC. Big Ben Rothwell / Ariel Helwani Bare Knuckle FC / Conor McGregor

AFeldmanMMA

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Fiona had always been the perfect wife for Michael. At 28 she had a body that turned heads everywhere they went. Her full DD breasts strained against every top she wore her ass was round and firm from years of yoga and her long auburn hair cascaded down her back like silk. Michael loved her more than anything but he knew deep down he couldn't satisfy her the way she needed. His cock was average at best and he finished too quickly every single time they had sex. That all changed the night they met Jason at a downtown bar in Columbus. Jason was everything Michael wasn't. Tall muscular with broad shoulders and a confident swagger that made women wet just from looking at him. He was 32 with a chiseled jaw dark hair and piercing blue eyes. When he shook Michaels hand his grip was firm and dominant. When his eyes landed on Fiona she bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together instinctively. They started chatting and Jason wasted no time flirting hard with Fiona right in front of Michael. "Damn baby you look like you need a real man to handle you" he said with a smirk. Michael sat there awkwardly sipping his drink but his cock twitched in his pants. He had fantasized about this exact scenario for years. Being cucked by a superior alpha. Later that night back at their apartment Fiona couldn't stop talking about Jason. "He was so fucking hot Michael. Did you see his arms? And the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me." Michael stroked his small cock while she described it getting harder than he had in months. "You want him don't you?" he whispered. Fiona nodded biting her lip. "I need him baby. I need a real cock." The next evening Jason came over. He walked in like he owned the place kissing Fiona deeply right in front of Michael. His big hands grabbed her ass squeezing it possessively while Michael watched from the couch. "Your wife is mine tonight cuck" Jason said with a cocky grin. Michael nodded his face flushed with shame and arousal. Jason didn't waste time. He pulled Fiona into their bedroom and stripped her down revealing her perfect naked body. Her nipples were already hard and her shaved pussy was glistening with wetness. Michael followed and sat in the chair in the corner as instructed. Jason pulled out his massive cock. It was at least 9 inches thick and veiny with a fat head that made Fiona gasp. "Oh my god its so much bigger than yours Michael" she moaned dropping to her knees. She worshipped Jason's alpha cock like a slut in heat. Licking every inch sucking his heavy balls and trying to deepthroat as much as she could. Jason groaned grabbing her hair and fucking her face roughly. "That's it baby suck that big dick while your husband watches." Michael stroked his pathetic cock slowly leaking precum as he witnessed his wife choke on a superior mans meat. Fiona looked over at him with lust filled eyes. "Look how hard he makes me baby. This is what a real man feels like." Jason threw her on the bed and spread her legs wide. He teased her dripping pussy with his huge cockhead before slamming in balls deep in one thrust. Fiona screamed in pleasure her back arching off the mattress. "Fuck yes Jason! Stretch me out! Your cock is so deep!" He pounded her hard and fast his heavy balls slapping against her ass. The sound of wet skin on skin filled the room mixed with her loud moans. Michael couldn't believe how different she looked. Her face was contorted in ecstasy in a way he had never seen. Her tits bounced wildly with every powerful thrust. Jason flipped her over and took her doggy style grabbing her hips and railing her mercilessly. "Tell your husband how much better I am" he growled. "Fuck Michael his cock is ruining me! I can feel him in my stomach! I'm going to cum so hard on his alpha dick!" Fiona cried out. Her body shook as she had the first of many orgasms squirting all over Jason's cock and soaking the sheets. Jason didn't stop. He fucked her in every position missionary with her legs over his shoulders cowgirl where she rode him like a whore grinding her clit against his base and even standing up holding her against the wall. Michael watched every second his own small dick throbbing but he wasn't allowed to cum yet. After nearly an hour Jason finally roared and buried himself deep. "I'm going to fill your wife up cuck." Fiona begged for it wrapping her legs around him. "Cum inside me Jason! Breed my married pussy!" Hot thick ropes of superior cum flooded her womb as she came again screaming his name. When Jason pulled out a river of his cum poured from Fiona's stretched hole. She looked completely fucked out and satisfied. She crawled over to Michael and kissed him deeply letting him taste Jason on her tongue. "Thank you for this baby. I needed a real alpha." But they weren't done. Jason stayed the whole night. He fucked Fiona two more times while Michael cleaned her up with his tongue after each load. The taste of another mans cum mixed with his wife's juices drove Michael wild. In the morning Jason made Fiona suck him off one last time before he left leaving her with a fresh facial. From that day on Jason became a regular. Michael embraced his role as the devoted cuck. He would prepare Fiona for her dates picking out slutty outfits and even driving her to Jason's place sometimes. He loved hearing the details afterward or better yet watching as Jason claimed his wife again and again. Fiona was happier than ever. Her body glowed from the regular alpha fucking and she fell more in love with Michael for giving her this gift. Michael found his pleasure in the humiliation and the intense love for his hotwife. #CuckoldStory #HotwifeLife #AlphaBull #EroticFiction #SpicyStory #CuckoldCouple #FionaAndJason #NSFWTwitter #Erotica #CheatingWifeFantasy

Fiona Fawndles

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Instead of just talking about it, I wanted to go through it and really break it down to figure out the exact reason for the difference in Jalen Duren's play between the regular season and the playoffs. *LONG BREAKDOWN COMING* First, lets list how much the difference was: Iso in RS: 82nd %ile Iso in PS: 21st %ile Post-ups in RS: 88th %ile Post-ups in PS: 59th %ile PPP on drives in RS: 1.18 ppp PPP on drives in PS: 0.80 Layups in RS: 79th %ile Layups in PS: 19th %ile It was a staggering drop off. Shocking to many of us who watched him all season. So, what happened? Well, #1 I think mentally he was letting his struggles get to him and he started to play out of control. Something that suggests this to me is this stat: He started to figure some things out himself in isolation over the last 2 games against the Cavs. He had six isolation possessions in the final two games against the Cavs; he scored on five of those possessions and drew a foul on the other. Game 6 he started to look confident and really made them pay out of isolation. I really think a ton of it was he got hit with a punch early against ORL and really struggled to handle the pressure and struggles after, and just kept stacking and stacking. So, him being in his own head is #1 for me. #2: His handle got exposed quite a bit. In the regular season, he only had a 4.2 TO% in isolation, which is incredible. In the playoffs, though, that spiked to 20 TO%. On drives in the RS, he had a TO% of 4%. In the PS, it jumped to 13.3%. The first clip below shows how the right-to-left cross he loved doing all season was really taken away from him. Too loose of a handle, and he often got his pocket picked trying this exact move over and over. I think having his go-to move taken from him shook him a bit and left him scrambling a bit in his head to find a counter. The second clip shows, imo, him starting to lose trust in his handle. He immediately turns his back to the defender, which is what you do when you're worried about losing the ball. But, even then, he loses control of the handle and it ends up in a turnover. If I'm the Pistons, I'm showing all his turnovers due to his handle and working with him on tightening his handle and also helping him get comfortable with a counter/second move so defenders don't just sit on the right-to-left cross. #3: I think he really struggled to adjust to the playoff whistle. In the regular season, he drew free throws on 21% of his isolations and 31% of his post-ups. In the PS, it dropped to 14% and 11%, respectively. There were many possessions where in the RS he would've got free throws, but did not in the PS and he was frustrated. In the third clip, you'll see how physical he was being played by Mobley (which we all want physicality in the game). But, in the RS, he probably is getting FTA's here. There are many examples of this where it felt like a lot of his value during the RS was being able to draw FTA's on his drives, and in the PS, refs just allowed more physicality, and he struggled to deal with it. #4: Ausar-Duren duo. I believe in this duo, and I do not think this was the main reason Duren struggled. However, I am not blind to the fact that there were obviously some possessions that hurt Duren. In the regular season, Duen actually got less efficient when Ausar wasn't on the floor. However, in the playoffs, Duren went from 51 TS% with Ausar on the floor (302 minutes) to 64 TS% with Ausar off the floor (121 minutes). In the 4th clip, you really see how the lack of spacing caused a tough shot from Duren. He gets a step on WCJ going right, and probably would prefer to then just use his strength to create spearation. However, he sees Suggs sitting in the right gap off of Ausar, which forces him to spin left. Once he spins left, Paolo is completely leaving Tobias open. This is one of the reasons I really think DET needs a spacing 4 because this should be an easy kickout from Duren to a shooter. He still should've made this pass to Tobias, but a legit shooting 4 I think would relocate to the corner and make an easier outlet/easier to see for Duren. But, he still coulda made the pass, tbf. Either way, you see how the lack of spacing from both Ausar and Tobias forced Duren into a really awkward drive where he was forced into an extremely tough shot. I think if the passing returned from Duren, some of these situations wouldn't happen. Hitting Ausar early as he cuts into the space would work, or hitting Tobias (who again shoulda be making himself more available) beyond the arc results in better offense. But, also, having better spacing probably allows Duren to just get to his original move once he beats WCJ off the dribble. and lastly #5: He really just didn't play well. I can't include any more clips (I'll put some in the immediate thread reply to display), but he really just didn't play well. Missed *a lot* of looks we're used to him making. His touch around the rim left him, looked like he really felt rushed in the paint. He was struggling to secure rebounds after dominating the glass all season (during the RS, he averaged 4.3 second chance points a game, in the PS it dropped to 2.3). During RS, he had a 22.0 DREB%, which dropped to 16.0% in the playoffs. So, I think a lot of factors played into why he struggled so much in the playoffs. My takeaway is I don't think these things are unfixable; actually, I think they're very fixable. Experience of dealing with what playoff physicality is I think is going to help moving forward. All young players have to adjust to that--I think Cade really learned that from NY series to this playoff run. Tightening his handle and just having a second move to go to is not something that should be considered impossible. I'd like to believe it's pretty likely with how much he works and the raw skill he already has with his handle. Pistons adding a legit spacer at the four I think solves a lot and will make Duren's life a lot easier. The most concerning part is mental. And we won't know an answer to that until the next playoffs. Did this experience help him on his journey towards becoming mentally strong and prepared enough to move forward? Did this run help him find a routine that helps him lock in mentally, as many players have said they had to discover? Or will the pressure from struggling last postseason get to him this upcoming postseason? Will he let mistakes get into his head, compound them, and start playing rashly? I don't think the second option will be the case, but no one will know until the next postseason. Honestly, I'm more concerned and critical of his defense in the playoffs (which at times was pretty good and at other times was an incredible struggle), but that would require its own thread. My ending thoughts: I still very much believe in Duren. This playoff run showed he has areas he must sharpen up and learn from, but at 22 that shouldn't be a shocker. He is incredibly talented and made a large jump during the RS. The PS posed challenges he didn't quite have answers to yet. But another run of experience, another offseason of training, and another year older should lead him down a good path. I am fully supportive of paying Duren and extending him. I am not at close to 50 million dollars. 35-40 million is where I think they'll settle on, and I'm fine with that. But, he's gotta learn from these playoffs! Every offseason he's gotten better, I don't have a reason to believe Jalen Duren won't learn and improve again this summer. He's only 22.

Ku ๐Ÿฆ‰

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Can you really say he deserves this nomination? I doubt it. No doubt, Ronwen Williams isn't just one of the first eleven among the South African AFCON players. He was the best among them. He did not just play at the Africa Cup of Nations (AFCON) 2024; he has redefined what it means to be a custodian between the posts. His performance wasn't merely exceptional; it was a masterclass in goalkeeping that will be talked about for years to come. In the quarterfinals against Cape Verde, Williams didn't just save penalties;he choreographed a dance of rebellion, stopping four out of five shots in the shootout. This wasn't just skill; it was as if he had peered into the future, knowing precisely where each ball would go. This feat alone would have been enough to etch his name in AFCON history, but Williams was just warming up. His journey through the tournament was marked by clean sheets and crucial saves, showcasing a blend of athleticism, intuition, and sheer willpower. Against Morocco, a team riding high on confidence, Williams stood tall, his presence in goal was like that of an immovable fortress. Each save was not just a stop; it was a statement, a declaration that on this day, in this tournament, he was unbeatable. The semifinals against Nigeria, laughs! The clash of the Titans. The real AFCON finals, no offence. A match where the stakes were as high as the tension, saw Williams concede but only after a battle where he seemed to stretch time itself, diving, parrying, and commanding his area with the authority of a seasoned general. His performance in the penalty shootouts wasn't just about stopping the ball; it was about breaking the spirit of the opposition, making them doubt their abilities with every save. When the tournament concluded, and the awards were handed out, there was no surprise when Williams was named the Goalkeeper of the Tournament. This wasn't just an award; it was an acknowledgment of a stellar performance that transcended the ordinary. That's an extraordinary performance. His stats - five clean sheets, six penalties saved, and an array of saves that defied physics - tell a story of dominance, of a goalkeeper who didn't just play the game but owned it. Bosso ke mang? Ke Williams! Oga na master! I celebrate Williams, not just for his individual brilliance but for how he carried an entire nation's hopes on his shoulders. In a tournament where every game was a battle, Williams was South Africa's greatest shield, their beacon of hope, and ultimately, their hero even while bowing to the Super Eagles. His performance at AFCON 2024 will be remembered not just for what he did on the field but for how he inspired a generation of goalkeepers and football fans across Africa. In the Hall of AFCON fame, many names will be remembered, but few will shine as brightly as Williams, whose gloves seemed to have a mind of their own, saving not just goals but etching moments into the hearts of football lovers everywhere. His was not just a performance; it was a phenomenon, a testament to what one individual can achieve when they rise to the occasion, not just as a player, but as a legend in the making. So, I DOUBT that he doesn't just deserve the nomination, especially being the first goalkeeper in history to be nominated for the Yashin Trophy while playing for a club in Africa. He deserves to win it. And I am very proud of him. I mean, watch these ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿพ God bless Ronwen Williams God bless South Africa God Bless Africa

๐Ÿ˜๏ธIamEri'Oluwa๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ

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RFK Jr. โ€“ The Blackmail Bait-and-Switch Rituals. Bloodlines. Controlled Resistance. Letโ€™s cut through the messiah marketing: Youโ€™re not watching a man โ€œtake on the system.โ€ Youโ€™re watching another controlled demolitionโ€”a well-packaged operation using old blood, soft words, and sharp deception. And the worst part? Youโ€™re cheering for it. The Blackmail Bait-and-Switch Letโ€™s start with the psyop of the month: The โ€œRFK Jr. is being blackmailed!โ€ drama. No emails. No texts. No proof. Just narrative being fed to controlled mouthpieces. Take note of those pushing this. They are the first to dismiss threads like these as conjecture while at the same time pushing the blackmail story with ZERO proof. ๐Ÿ”ฅ[call them out in comments]๐Ÿ”ฅ Youโ€™re being baited into empathy so you wonโ€™t notice heโ€™s done nothing to: โ€ข Stop the mRNA bioweapon โ€ข Expose the geoengineering above your head โ€ข Halt the ritualized collapse of your food, blood, and breath The blackmail storyline? Itโ€™s a shield, not a revelation. It distracts you while he sidesteps every real threat and marches lockstep with the very Pharmakia you think heโ€™s fighting. RFK: The Pro-Vax, Pro-State, Pro-Israel Puppet Heโ€™s no threat to Pharma. Heโ€™s their rebrand. โ€œI want to say it emphatically. I am PRO-VACCINE. I have been fiercely PRO-VACCINE. I believe that we ought to have policies that encourage full vaccination for all Americans.โ€ โ€”Robert F. Kennedy Jr. Still think heโ€™s here to โ€œsave the childrenโ€? He endorsed Hillary Clinton three times, a Big Pharma darling and Monsanto loyalist. He defended the CDC and the full childhood vaccination schedule in his confirmation hearing. And his environmental activism? Just another trojan horse for climate-based control systems. โ€œDismantle the CIAโ€โ€”After Sleeping With It First!? RFK Jr. says he wants to shut down the CIA.But hereโ€™s what he says about his daughter-in-law, Amaryllis Fox Kennedyโ€”a lifelong CIA operative who served in their Weapons of Mass Destruction program: โ€œI have never met anybody with such courageโ€ฆ Thatโ€™s how most of the 22,000 people at the CIA are. Theyโ€™re patriots. Theyโ€™re good public servantsโ€ฆ idealisticโ€ฆโ€ So the plan is to dismantle the CIA by romanticizing it? This isnโ€™t rebellion. Itโ€™s recruitment. Heโ€™s laundering the agencyโ€™s image while pretending to oppose it.The Kennedy Bloodline is Cainโ€™s Inheritance. Stop treating this family like theyโ€™re Americaโ€™s saints. Theyโ€™re ritual royalty. โ€ข His wife, Cheryl Hines, is another Hollywood demon โ€ข His sister married Andrew Cuomoโ€”enough said โ€ข His inner circle includes rabid Zionist Rabbi Schmuley โ€ข His family had direct ties to Epstein And then thereโ€™s the story of Mary Richardson Kennedyโ€”his late wife. The Ritual Death of Mary Richardson Kennedy โ€ข Married RFK Jr. on April 15, 1994 โ€ข Died by โ€œsuicideโ€ on May 16, 2012 โ€ข Thatโ€™s 6,066 days after their wedding. (Yes. Six-zero-six-six.) But it doesnโ€™t stop there. Mary was originally buried at the Kennedy family plot in St. Francis Xavier Cemetery. Then, without public notice, her body was exhumed and moved exactly 700 feet away to a remote corner of the graveyardโ€”28 days after her death. On that exact dayโ€”June 12, 2012โ€”RFK Jr was coincidentally living his 700th month on Earth. (He was born January 17, 1954.) โ€ข 700 months old โ€ข 700 feet moved โ€ข 28-day occult window after death If you think thatโ€™s random, you donโ€™t understand how bloodlines work. Thatโ€™s not grief. Thatโ€™s a ritual displacement. Youโ€™re Not Being Liberatedโ€”Youโ€™re Being Played RFK Jr. isnโ€™t an outsider. Heโ€™s the perfect insider: โ€ข Government pedigree โ€ข Deep State family tree โ€ข CIA loyalty โ€ข Pro-vax speech points โ€ข And enough โ€œrebellionโ€ language to keep you hooked Heโ€™s the synthetic messiah for truthers who grew tired but still havenโ€™t broken their addiction to heroes. Part 2 below๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป

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44,981 views โ€ข 1 year ago

I watched so you did not have to and here is the breakdown!!!! Nearly 2 hours. Plenty of nostalgia. Plenty of vibes. Lots of feelings. But when the net was wide open for actual clarification? Dead air. Total time Chris Albert spoke 1,501 seconds Which is 25 min and 1 sec. So on an almost 2 hour show, he spoke for about 25 minutes total. Roughly 21% of the entire show The remaining time was largely filled by the hosts themselves frequently cutting him off, reframing questions, finishing answers for him, or moving the conversation along before he ever had to sit in discomfort or explain anything fully. 0 minutes of that time addressed the major unresolved timeline and movement issues Oddly missing from this fact-based discussion No explanation for how Colin got home 20 min AFTER Chris that night, despite a four-minute head start No explanation for why Chrisโ€™s wife that went to 34 Fairview with donuts for brian Jr. pulled behind a car that was not there only an hour earlier with no explanation then, turned around, came back to get him, returned again, stayed 30 min, then left, all on the morning John was found. No mention of parents allegedly coordinating to quietly clean up a house-destroying party involving minors in which his son was one No discussion of repeated allegations of Colin being removed from bars for underage drinking. We were told this channel is about facts, not opinion. So we treated it like a data exercise. We timed everything Chris talked about, so you didnโ€™t have to. Hereโ€™s how nearly two hours were spent 2 min saying they tried to โ€œlet the court system play out,โ€ while explaining his New Yearโ€™s Day Twitter Space tour and condemning Sean McCabeโ€™s comments 37 sec on moving to Canton in 1974 35 sec explaining itโ€™s normal to work in the town you grew up in (we agree) 35 sec on Canton no longer being blue-collar and now very expensive 44 sec reminiscing about red paint stains in his childhood garage was misrepresented by the defense 1 min on town politics 15 sec explaining what a Select Board is 50 sec on handling public comment and being a โ€œFirst Amendment guyโ€ฆ to a degreeโ€ 38 sec announcing heโ€™s not running again 25 sec on how he keeps his cool during public comment 15 sec on pineapple pizza 52 sec explaining Colin was 17 when John died and canโ€™t play college football with his cousin 45 sec expressing loss for how his family has been treated 10 sec referencing a blogger saying โ€œhorrible thingsโ€ about Colin 26 sec blaming the media for selling and sensationalizing a story 20 sec saying heโ€™s mind-boggled 48 sec explaining why the term โ€œMcAlbertsโ€ is dehumanizing 28 sec criticizing Yannettiโ€™s performance was upsetting to him while stating John was his friend 42 sec explaining the fence-straddling photo was a joke 1:50 on โ€œNebbercrackerโ€ and a childhood yard incident 10 sec about his wife bringing donuts to a nephew for his birthday was not weird 32 sec blaming Karen for making his family look like villains 1 min on selling his house and convincing his brother to sell 24 sec saying Nebbercracker was the best part of the trial 1:12 on knowing Michael Proctor but not really knowing him 10 sec saying he was never alone with Proctor 11 sec correcting the โ€œpin it on the girlโ€ claim (which we agree with) 1 min praising Jillian Daniels as a great family supporter and defender 1 min explaining early lack of support made him sad 15 sec thanking the hosts 31 sec discussing starting a โ€œDefend the Truthโ€ media page 30 sec saying both sides were horrible and doxxed people 24 sec on feeling isolated at first 33 sec minimizing the Proctor gift as โ€œjust gratitude for solving a murder in one dayโ€ 28 sec saying heโ€™s still friends with the Oโ€™Keefes and they eat at his pizza shop 38 sec saying Mr. Oโ€™Keefe sits with him for long periods of time 43 sec lamenting being made into villains 30 sec saying the case took years off his parentsโ€™ lives 35 sec thanking supporters and saying โ€œthe truth is on our sideโ€

Dixie Normus

17,063 views โ€ข 7 months ago

โ€ก Brant โ€“ Fast, Expensive, and Worrying In a recent 2yo MSW race at Santa Anita, Brant, a $3m OBS March sales purchase, made a winning debut for his high-profile connections. Sent off at odds of 4/5, he tracked the pace before taking command on the turn, and drew off to win by 5 1/4 lengths. He recorded a very fast raw time, and a 101 Beyer figure. His high auction price was due largely to his having breezed an eighth of a mile in :09 3/5 at OBS. In the wake of the bidding, Amr Zedan, who purchased the colt on the recommendation of his trainer, Bob Baffert, and bloodstock agent Donato Lanni, was quoted in TDN as saying: "These horses are difficult to come by. He ticked all the boxes. He was a very precocious Gun Runner with a great pedigree. And more importantly, if you have someone like Mr. [Bob] Baffert in your corner, that gives you the courage and the guts to just go after quality. And you'll know they are in the best hands to turn them into champions. This one is for the team: Donato and obviously Bob and his ability to turn them into champions. So if you have the great team, the great training, the rest is easy. Was he pricey? Yes. But quality dictates price. So I never hesitated.โ€ The hyperbole, and boilerplate optimism, are understandable, as even owners with very deep pockets prefer not to dwell on their inevitably long lists of expensive failures. But Zedan and their team have also enjoyed a number of high-profile successes, including Taiba, another Gun Runner colt, which won the Santa Anita Derby and the Malibu, both Grade I, before being retired to stud. Lanni, who has signed for at least some of Zedan's other good horses, was quoted as saying: "This is what the boss [Baffert] wanted and what Amr wanted. Gun Runner is a tremendous stallion and he worked really good and galloped out good. He did everything you want one to do.โ€ Again, boilerplate, and if one were to take the reactions of the owner and agent at face value, it would be easy to arrive at the conclusion that the horse had no faults. But that would be naรฏve. So, let's first take a look at Brant's pedigree. Gun Runner is a "top" sire, and well-capable of getting high-class runners. It's a bit too early to fully judge him as a source of durability, but excluding his current crop of 2yos, his runners are only averaging 10 career starts. That number will rise, but likely not enough to reach, let alone exceed the contemporary industry average of ~15. In other words, though he himself raced 19 times, and won his swan song (the Pegasus World Cup) at five, there is no evidence to suggest that he is likely to eventually prove to be a particular source of durability. Brant's dam, Tynan, raced 13 times, and he is her first registered foal. His second dam, Pappascat, has produced at least five foals to have raced, and while only one has reached 20 starts, four of the five raced at least 12 times, which by today's degraded standards, isn't so bad. The fact that the coat color inherited by Brant, and his dam, can be traced to a notably unsound influence, Unbridled's Song, may or may not be meaningful. But I wouldn't ignore it as a potentially worrying connection. Brant's dam-sire, Liamโ€™s Map, was lightly raced himself, and both his sire (US) and dam have poor records in terms of durability. As a sire, he has thus far produced numbers similar to Gun Runner. So while Brant's first two dams promise more than many that I have come across in similar assessments, and his sire displayed durability on the track, his overall pedigree suggests average durability at best. And what about the word that Mr. Zedan used twice in the above quote โ€“ "quality"? Well, Curlin is a quality sire, but in terms of bottom-line production, it leaves a lot to be desired. That's not to say that there are no good runners to be found, in fact the closely related Pappacap, under Brant's second-dam, was a Gr. III winner, and twice Grade I placed. However, through Brant's first six dams at least, I believe there to be just a single Grade I winner, Al Qasr, a Champion stayer in Peru, which appears under his fourth-dam. That is not, by any reasonable definition, a strong bottom-line, although it is fair to say that Brant's first dam is unproven. *** What might be learned from Brant's debut race? Everyone can see that he ran fast, and was much the best of that field, but I would say that there were some nuanced aspects of his performance that were both interesting, and worrying. Those nuances relate to his action, as viewed both through the pan shot, and head-on. Watching the basic (pan) view, Brant appears to display some "knee action". It isn't extreme, but also isn't the type of action that ideally suits dirt runners, and I wouldn't say that the colt appears totally comfortable. Here's a brief, related post on knee action, for reference: Then, we have the (embedded) head-on view, in which Brant displays seriously distorted action in his near-fore (left front leg; right when viewed head-on). It's a fairly extreme example of what is called "winging", and for a number of reasons, does not bode well for durability. Such action is never desirable, and is typically related to certain foreleg conformation flaws, which may include an offset knee, and/or toeing in or out, etc. Note also that under typical American racing conditions (i.e. tightly turning, left-handed tracks), the left front leg is subjected to the greatest torque, which amplifies the potential for injury. It should go without saying that there are occasional anomalies, horses with poor action that remain sound despite such flaws. But they are the exceptions, and it is not uncommon to find abbreviated careers associated with such action. For further reference, here is a link to a closely related post that I wrote after a filly named Amor Fati broke her maiden in eye-catching style in February of 2024. She has made just one further start, and hasn't recorded a work over the past 15 months. What's interesting about Brant is that there are two separate issues relating to his action, and that the some obvious mitigating steps that could have been, or should be taken, in efforts to keep him sound, were not, and are unlikely to ever be taken. First, with regard to his knee action, keep in mind that it is a characteristic that is more typically associated with turf horses. And guess what? Brant's dam was a turf horse. His second-dam was also at her best on turf, and was Gr. II placed on that surface. Also, in some respects, he physically resembles that female line more than his sire. Of course no one who spends millions on a horse that breezed exceptionally fast at a 2yo sale would be thinking "turf", given that the commercial market, and stakes schedules greatly favor dirt runners. But at the same time, it would be a mistake to assume that a fast breeze at OBS necessarily indicates that a given horse will be best suited to dirt. I say that partly because the OBS track features an all-weather surface called "Safetrack", which is far from being identical to dirt racing surfaces. While countless horses have gone through those sales and excelled on dirt, it should never been taken for granted that it will be a preference. And to further flesh out the point, take a look at Brant's breeze video through this link (his pedigree page can also be seen): Despite being rushed to cover a furlong much faster than he ever will again, I would say that he looks smoother, and displays slightly less knee action than in his recent debut race. Why? Could it be, perhaps, because he would prove more comfortable on turf and/or synthetic tracks, than dirt surfaces? Given how he ran first out, this is purely an academic point, as there is virtually no chance that his connections would consider switching surfaces, unless his form on dirt were to deteriorate badly. The second, more important point, relates to Brant's distorted action. I can't find a head-on conformation photo of the colt, but would be very surprised if he does not display flaws in his near-fore. Even in the very unlikely event that the leg were to appear correct, such distorted action would have been on display at the sale, as well as in pre-training at Eddie Woods' farm. And it defies belief that experienced horsemen who were prepared to purchase an extremely expensive horse for an important client would not have covered that base. Which in turn begs two important questions. First, why recommend the purchase of a very expensive horse, no matter how fast, that has yet to race, and displays such distorted action? Secondly, why choose to give such a horse to a trainer whose style and history suggest that injury risk would likely be amplified, rather than mitigated? The answers to those questions help to illuminate why the breed-to-sell paradigm is so insidious. As long as breeders and stud farms are willing to overpay for stallion prospects, and turn blind eyes to conformation defects, distorted action, lack of durability, and modest female families, the connections of horses like Brant need only hope that they hold together long enough to win one or two big races, enabling them cash in. These are the number of career starts made by Zedan's previous best (and expensive) male runners: 9 Arabian Lion 6 Arabian Knight 9 Muth 10 Medina Spirit 11 Hejazi And as long as the AGSC (American Graded Stakes Committee) continues to enable the paradigm through its dishonest KY Derby "prep" Grade I designations, the ultimately damaging feedback loop will likely continue. The answer to the second question is closely entwined, and should be obvious. For all of his faults as a trainer, Baffert has long produced results in stakes races that lead to valuable stud careers, so owners who wish to play the breed-to-sell game consider him to be a logical choice. Of course Baffert and Zedan are hardly alone in supporting the dubious paradigm. But that a horse like Brant could bring millions at a sale, and be given to a trainer who trains very hard, and has compiled a very poor safety record, underscores the extreme degree to which the value of durability has been marginalized by the industry. One final note, and it's a genuine qualification that I always make when producing this type of post, I hope that Brant will enjoy a long, injury-free career. But if I were a betting man...

Tinky

94,348 views โ€ข 1 year ago

THIS ENTIRE CINEMATIC ACTION SHOT WAS GENERATED WITH AI. AND YOU CAN SEE EXACTLY HOW IT WAS MADE. Higgsfield has just open-sourced its Originals, giving creators full access to the workflow behind some of its best productions. For every project you can inspect: โ†’ the complete prompt โ†’ every image and audio reference โ†’ the exact generation settings, including model, quality and resolution This scene combines a continuous one-take camera move, large-scale naval combat, realistic explosions, character consistency and cinematic pacing, all driven by a single prompt. Nothing is hidden. You can study it, copy it, recreate it or use it as the starting point for your own projects. Full prompt: "SCENE CONTEXT One continuous shot. The camera faces down the wrecked, burning deck toward the BOW of the ship โ€” and Eduardo, blown off the raised STERN DECK behind the camera by a blast, comes FLYING IN from ABOVE AND BEHIND โ€” leaping off the second level, sailing in over the lens on a forward arc, through raining seawater โ€” slams onto the MAIN deck one level below, AHEAD of the camera, and rolls through a tumbling somersault, momentum carrying him toward the bow. Two crewmen flee past him โ€” one leaps overboard. Eduardo fights his way toward the bow under incoming fire: an explosion bursts on his LEFT โ€” he dodges away and is knocked down; he struggles back to his feet โ€” a second explosion on his RIGHT โ€” he ducks and shields behind debris; then he breaks into a sprint for the bow โ€” the camera sweeps around ahead of him and settles OFF THE BOW, FRONTAL: he leaps over the bow rail TOWARD the camera, the ship filling the background behind him โ€” and THE INSTANT he clears the rail, a COLOSSAL explosion consumes the ship behind him: the blast wall catches him MID-AIR and he VANISHES inside it โ€” he never escapes. The cloud overtakes the camera; the frame floods to 100% smoke and dust. The shot ENDS inside the dust: no transition, no reveal โ€” it holds to the end. ACTIVE REFERENCES >> โ€” lean pirate captain, dark curly hair falling free from under a dusty mustard-yellow cloth bandana, a small white shark tooth pinned to the front of the bandana above his temple, thin moustache, gold hoop earrings, cream linen shirt under a worn brown leather waistcoat, cloth sash and leather belts. 100% matches the reference; the man fighting down the deck toward the bow. >> โ€” Eduardo's galleon: pale square sails, tall wooden sterncastle. 100% matches the reference; controls the ship's exterior โ€” sails, masts, rigging and hull; already battle-damaged in this shot โ€” burst bulwark, smoldering rigging, debris on the deck. >> โ€” the deck of the same galleon seen FROM THE RAISED STERN DECK LOOKING FORWARD TOWARD THE BOW: the great wheel and brass compass binnacle in the near foreground, an ornate lantern post, a carved balustrade, a staircase descending to the long MAIN deck โ€” weathered planking, small cannons along both rails, black gratings, coiled ropes, the mainmast amidships, the forecastle and bow in the far depth, open sea on both sides. 100% matches the reference; controls the full on-deck geography, set dressing AND the shot's base viewing direction โ€” from the stern toward the bow. >> โ€” calm bright sea, glittering sun path, hazy horizon. Controls water and sky atmosphere only. >> โ€” weathered pirate crewmen (bandanas, rough shirts, vests). 100% match the reference; TWO of them appear early in the shot, fleeing โ€” one leaps overboard. LOCATION MAP The deck of >> aboard >> on >> โ€” the raised stern deck (wheel, binnacle, balustrade) at the BACK, the staircase down, the long main deck with cannons, gratings and the mainmast running FORWARD to the distant BOW, exactly as on the reference โ€” the main deck now a wrecked corridor of splintered planks, fallen spars, torn rigging and small fires. The camera sits at the forward edge of the raised stern deck, just past the wheel, LOOKING FORWARD along the whole deck toward the bow โ€” the reference's own vantage; the wheel and binnacle may edge the near foreground. The bow rail and bowsprit are the destination, background-center, open sea beyond them. Sea and smoke beyond the broken side rails; seawater from near-miss columns rains down over the deck in the opening. FIRST FRAME / BLOCKING First frame: deck level, MS, camera facing down the wrecked deck toward the BOW in the background-center โ€” the view of >>: from the stern-deck edge the long main deck runs away to the bow and bowsprit against open sea and sky, cannons along both rails, the mainmast mid-depth, smoke streaming across the frame, small fires burning left and right, seawater spray falling across the deck like rain, the deck listing, loose gear sliding; the wheel and binnacle just behind/beside the camera, edging the near foreground. Eduardo is NOT in the first frame; within the first half second he comes off that second level behind the camera โ€” his body sweeping in OVER the lens from above and behind, boots crossing the top of the frame, flying FORWARD and DOWN one deck-height into the depth of the shot toward the bow. FORMAT MODE One continuous shot โ€” the camera does not cut on its own. The shot ENDS inside the dust whiteout; there is NO location change and NO reveal after it. PHASE 1 โ€” the landing and the gauntlet: >> comes FLYING IN from ABOVE AND BEHIND the camera โ€” blown off the stern deck by a blast, his body sweeping in over the lens and arcing DOWN-AND-FORWARD one full deck-height onto the main deck below, arms out in front of him, back to camera โ€” falling THROUGH a curtain of seawater raining down from a collapsed near-miss column; he SLAMS onto the wet MAIN-deck planks in the depth of the frame and rolls through a hard tumbling somersault AWAY from the lens, toward the bow, water bursting off him and the boards, scattering debris, coming up to a crouch facing the bow, soaked and shaken. TWO crewmen of >> bolt past him in panic โ€” one sprints aft past the camera, the other vaults the side rail and LEAPS OVERBOARD, legs kicking. Eduardo starts working down the deck toward the bow, camera following behind. An incoming round EXPLODES on his LEFT โ€” a burst of flame, planks and spray โ€” he flinches away to the right and is knocked off his feet onto the deck. He struggles up, heavy and unsteady, one hand pushing off a fallen spar โ€” and a second round EXPLODES on his RIGHT โ€” he ducks hard, shielding his head behind a broken mast stump, debris raining over him. PHASE 2 โ€” the sprint, the frontal jump, the blast, the dust: he shoves off and breaks into a desperate sprint at 12 km/h for the bow โ€” and as he runs, the camera SWEEPS AROUND him in one continuous arc, ending positioned OFF THE BOW, out over the open water, FACING BACK at the ship: now Eduardo sprints STRAIGHT AT THE CAMERA, the burning ship towering behind him. He plants one boot on the bow rail and LEAPS OVERBOARD TOWARD THE CAMERA โ€” body launching up and out over the water, frontal, face and reaching arms filling the frame โ€” and THE INSTANT he clears the rail, mid-air, the ENTIRE SHIP EXPLODES behind him in full view: a colossal white flash silhouetting his flying body for two frames, the whole vessel going up in one blast โ€” and the expanding wall of flame-lit smoke and debris CATCHES HIM IN THE AIR from behind, swallowing his silhouette whole before he can fall clear โ€” he VANISHES inside the explosion, never escaping it โ€” and the cloud overtakes the lens, the dust filling 100% of the frame. The dust churns, a deep orange glow pulsing inside it and fading. HOLD inside the full dust to the last frame โ€” the generation ENDS here, inside the dust. He never reaches the water; the blast takes him mid-air. OPTICS 47ยฐ neutral through the landing, the gauntlet and the jump. No drift. Focus rides Eduardo throughout; in the final dust the frame is pure particulate with no fixed plane. CAMERA Handheld chase behind him for the entire shot, deck level, always looking TOWARD THE BOW โ€” footstep energy visible, jolted by each explosion; in phase 2 it accelerates after his sprint, then arcs around him in one unbroken move and settles off the bow over the water, FRONTAL to Eduardo โ€” he runs and leaps straight into the lens with the ship in the background of his jump. The final blast is the WHOLE SHIP exploding behind his airborne body โ€” a colossal flash, then the wall of smoke bursting forward, swallowing him mid-air and then the lens โ€” the camera stays buried, holding inside the churning dust until the end. ACTION Strict order of events: flying entry from above through falling seawater โ†’ hard landing roll (somersault over one shoulder, forward momentum carrying the roll toward the bow, ending in a crouch) โ†’ two crewmen flee past, one over the side โ†’ left explosion โ†’ dodge right โ†’ knocked down โ†’ a hard, clumsy struggle back to his feet โ†’ right explosion โ†’ duck and shield behind the mast stump โ†’ shove off โ†’ full sprint to the bow, camera arcing around to meet him head-on โ†’ one boot on the rail โ†’ LEAP overboard straight toward the camera โ†’ THE INSTANT he clears the rail, the ENTIRE SHIP EXPLODES behind him โ†’ the blast wall catches him MID-AIR and swallows him whole โ†’ the cloud overtakes the camera โ†’ dust to 100% โ†’ hold in the dust โ†’ END. He never escapes and never reaches the water. Each explosion visibly moves his body: the first throws him down, the second folds him behind cover. PERFORMANCE During the gauntlet: jaw clenched, eyes fixed forward, water streaming off his face after the landing. The fleeing crewmen are pure panic โ€” arms pumping, one glance back, the vault over the rail desperate. In the final sprint: full commitment, arms reaching for the rail, eyes wide โ€” in the jump: full commitment, arms reaching at the lens, eyes wide โ€” and mid-air the world behind him turns white: his flying silhouette swallowed by the blast, reaching hands the last thing visible. PHYSICS The flying entry has true ballistic momentum: he arrives on an arc from above, and the landing roll absorbs it โ€” impact compresses the body, the somersault carries the leftover energy, no weightless float. Falling seawater has real weight โ€” it rains in heavy drops and sheets, splashing off planks, soaking cloth so it clings and darkens. The listing deck tilts his movement; debris has weight and stops his foot when hit. The two deck explosions throw real shockwaves โ€” planks lift, flame flashes then roll into smoke, and Eduardo's falls carry true body weight, hard contact with the deck, no bounce. The overboard crewman drops with real gravity. The final whole-ship explosion obeys mass: the shockwave arrives first โ€” cloth and hair snap flat, the deck bucks under his planted boot โ€” then the fireball's light, then the wall of smoke and debris, heavy pieces falling short, fine dust travelling farthest and swallowing the frame. Dust churns with internal motion, dense, filling every corner of the frame. LIGHTING High sea daylight 5600K, hardened by fire-glow accents from the deck fires and smoke shadow sweeping the deck; falling water catches the sun as bright streaks; each of the two explosions throws a brief warm flash from its side of the frame. The final whole-ship blast: two frames of white-hot overexposure flooding from behind, then deep fire-orange glow inside the rolling dust, fading toward neutral grey-brown as the frame holds and ends. AUDIO Phase 1: a whistling whoosh as he drops in, heavy water raining on planks, a THUD and clatter of the landing roll, grunt, ragged breath; panicked boots of the fleeing crewmen, a yell and a distant splash as one goes over the side; then BOOM left, ringing ears, his grunt as he hits the deck; scrabbling boots; BOOM right, debris pattering down over him. Phase 2: sprinting boots hammering the deck, the wooden knock of his boot on the bow rail, half a beat of pure wind as he hangs in the air โ€” then ONE colossal BOOM as the whole ship goes up behind him, the deepest sound of the film, cracking timber and folding masts inside the roar, everything collapsing into a muffled ring, sound buried with the picture โ€” the ring and the churn of dust holding to the last frame. No music. STYLE Photoreal live-action, fine film grain, real pyrotechnic and particulate language, one unbroken take, 8K master. POSITIVE LOCKS One continuous shot; the camera stays at deck level, behind Eduardo, always looking TOWARD THE BOW. The shot OPENS with Eduardo NOT in frame; he flies in from ABOVE AND BEHIND the camera, over the lens, on a forward arc toward the bow, through falling seawater, and lands in a tumbling roll ahead of the camera โ€” he does not walk into frame and never appears standing before the landing. Exactly TWO fleeing crewmen: one runs aft, one leaps overboard โ€” they appear only in the opening beat. The deck explosions land in strict order after his landing: first LEFT of him (he dodges and falls), then RIGHT of him (he ducks behind cover), then the final blast โ€” the ENTIRE SHIP exploding the INSTANT he clears the bow rail โ€” three explosions total, no more. The jump is FRONTAL: the camera faces Eduardo from off the bow, he leaps toward the lens with the exploding ship behind him in frame. HE NEVER ESCAPES: the blast wall catches him MID-AIR and he vanishes inside the explosion before he can fall clear โ€” no water contact, no landing, no survival beat; the dust swallows him and then the lens. The deck matches >> throughout the run โ€” the shot holds the reference's vantage: from the stern deck forward to the bow, wheel and binnacle at the near edge of frame, never ahead of him; sails, masts and hull match >>. The dust reaches 100% frame coverage and the shot ENDS inside the dust: the frame stays fully dust-filled to the last frame, no clearing, no new location, no reveal. Eduardo's head: mustard-yellow bandana with the small white shark tooth at the front, hair loose." Made with Seedance 2.0 on Higgsfield AI. Full open-sourced prompts & assets below ๐Ÿ‘‡

roman

106,768 views โ€ข 25 days ago

Trouba Trizzain almost booked Martin Necas a first class Non stop ticket back to Raleigh!!!. MY GOODNESS! ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿง TROUBA PLAYOFF HITLIST: -2022 knocks Crosby out of Game 5 & series -2022 knocks seth Jarvis out of game 7 & series -2023 destroys Timo Meier in game 7 -2024???? (Almost puts Necas in a body bag) A body check in hockey can be the X factor in a playoff series. Paying a physical toll is just HALF the price you have to pay to win the hardest trophy in all of sports, its an emotional toll on you also. One shift being complacentโ€ฆ one momentโ€ฆ and you could be knocked out of a series. You have to hit, but you have to be able to take them too! As a player i want to see clean body checks! aslong as its with the shoulder i think it should be fair gameโ€ฆ KEEP YOUR HEAD UP! To play at this level and not be able to keep your head up when making plays, is like walking blind folded down a highway against on coming traffic! Its a skill to see the ice and be able to play with your head up. Players need to take accountability to not put themselves in positions to get TEEโ€™d up! I like the intent here to make that hit.,.. Well, to be able honestโ€ฆ i LOVE the intent๐Ÿ˜…!! but if that elbow connectsโ€ฆtrouba is likely out for the rest of the series! He doesnt connect, no harm and is still in search of his next victim. Its a fine line folks! Fastest game on the planet,timing is everything, & things happen fast! Fair! ๐Ÿซก #nhl #espn #nyr #troubatrain #nhlplayoffs DO WE LOVE HITTING IN HOCKEY?

P.K. Subban

505,586 views โ€ข 2 years ago

Saturday - Adam Friedland This musical intro was the best part of the show. The rest of his act just made me miss Nick Mullen. Unlike every other show this week, there were girls there. They seem to love this guy. I used him as bait, to get the girl from Wednesday to go out with me again. She loves Red Scare Podcast and this Jewish twink is a staple of the Red Scare Extended Universe and I wanted to fuck her and so let's go see Adam Friedland. The problem with Adam is that he has no conviction. He does not own the room, he's just filling space. He announced that his father was there, in the crowd, which is great, let's hear something that might make your father uncomfortable. No such thing was said. He stared at the floor for half the set, as if he was sorry for being there. I saw Mulaney the night before; the difference was stark. Mulaney can get away with being a sheepish pushover twink Sometimes because he also has balls. He can accelerate from "Aw shucks" to "SHUCK YOU MOTHERSHUCKER" and both versions of himself feel true. Look, I get it, being a sad sorry pushover is his schtick and it works with the voice and it's very relatable for sensitive young men who didn't do sports in high school but to carry a room for a full hour you also need to be able to fight back. I could hear Nick's intonations in his voice. But it's clear that Mulldog spent all his creative energy this week ghostwriting the white guys' lines for the Roast of Kevin Hart and so Friedland was left to fend for himself, comedically. The mark of whether a comedian is delivering or not, for me, is whether I hold my piss in to keep hearing them. This was not the case on Saturday night. I recall stepping out and getting a good look at the crowd, and Friedland bumbling through his completely forgettable material, and thinking: this makes me feel like I could start stand up comedy today and dominate the genre. I have this instinct to say: Adam's young! He'll get better! But he's not. He won't. He's 39. He doesn't have the neuroplasticity. He crossed the Sensitive Young Man threshold ten years ago. Mulaney at 43 could be his father now. He's a "much better interviewer" apparently. I tuned out after Cumtown ended because frankly I don't give a shit about the middle east, and that's 90% of what he talks about. Different strokes. I asked some guy in the bathroom, mid-piss: "what would you rate this show, out of 10?" He said: ehh, like a 6. He's a much better interviewer. I don't hate Adam Friedland, I just wish there was anybody to be excited about in stand up comedy. Between this mens' magazine giving me a $500 stipend to "report" on all these shows and the $474 ticket to Gillis and the $432 ticket to Chappelle and the $741 ticket to Mulaney and all the drinks they make you buy at these things I'm feeling like a huge sunk cost leech on the world. Just taking people's money and using it to complain. At least my date seemed to be having a good time. I wrapped my hand around her low back and leaned into her head, wanting her but not sure how to say it. It's much easier to express that kind of thing on blow. Later that night I K-holed in public. Erica and I took way too much in the front seat of the van. We were outside a rave at 3 AM, they asked me to produce a QR code on my phone, I could barely stand. I felt like I was moving in 2D. The fat security guard barely flinched as I walked past him in slow heavy steps, like a penguin, marching into this densely fogged room with colorful lights and loud bumping trance music where all I could stand to do was lean against the heavily breathing walls. I tried to dance with the girl but it probably looked retarded. I didn't try to interact with anyone, I was too far gone. I thought of Karen, as I do every time I take K. The girl led me through the venue, as I worried I would fall over or walk straight into a wall. I worried about how bad this must look, how retarded I must look, wearing this huge XXL t-shirt tucked in to my pants that don't even fit that well because I have anterior pelvic tilt and no ass. I looked and felt like a clown. A failed clown. I was smiling painfully at Erica, looking down at her, and she was doing the same to me. We found a bathroom and I forced my way in. The ketamine was NOT wearing off. I felt my heart beating hard and my head spinning like I could have thrown up but there was nothing in my stomach besides liquidโ€”no food all day besides a croissant at 2PM. I had downed some random person's red wine glass at the last bar. I worried it might have been spiked. I leaned with my head against the wall, sweating, wishing it would end, brutally aware that Erica's out there waiting for me, my friends are out there waiting for me, wondering if I'm okay, thinking he's too fucked up, he can't handle himself, I thought Thomas was always okay and always in control no matter what, they're losing confidence in me, they're losing confidence in themselves for associating with me, what is this big colorful retarded clown shirt I'm wearing I must look like such a fool right now I can't face these people, I can never face them ever again, my face must look so evil ugly and strained, I splash my face with water but it doesn't help, run it through my hair but it doesn't help, get the water all over my shirt but then it just looks like I threw up on myself or pissed myself or something, and I don't have another shirt, should I go out there shirtless, no that's worse, how am I ever going to leave this bathroom, why won't this K wear off, now Erica's calling me, texting me, are you okay, eventually they're just gonna bust in here I know, fine, I can do it, I'm opening the door, yes, I come out, she's still there, good, good girl. She leads me outside. I feel 10% better. I lead her straight to the van. We get in. I tell her to lay with me. Just like on the first night we met. Head spinning, chest heaving, completely exhausted, just lay with me. She asks are you okay and I say for the first time, no. No, I am actually not okay. I blame Adam Friedland. Overall rating: 4/10. Have Nick write your jokes or just stick to interviews.

Worst Boyfriend Ever

98,086 views โ€ข 3 months ago

The โ€œI never wanted any of this to be public or contentโ€ Myth I never wanted any of this to come out. Except I actually mean that. Itโ€™s embarrassing, itโ€™s trashy, and itโ€™s the opposite of how I want to present myself publicly. I stayed silent for months while lie after lie was spun about me behind the scenes because I didnโ€™t want to air private, messy moments from a relationship I genuinely cared about. I stayed silent out of fear, because I was told no one would believe me because he would be blindly believed on his large platform. In one of our very last conversations before I blocked him everywhere mid-October, he threatened to do a show on me, contact my employer, and โ€œturn me into the next Lindseyโ€. Why? Because I didnโ€™t want to continue apologizing to him for the 300th time about venting to someone I thought was a friend. I stayed silent because of these threats. But after Wednesday, after Chelsea posted the private video Aidan gave her, (the same one he threatened me with directly back on 10/2), and after the gaslighting posts yesterday, I donโ€™t have a choice anymore. So here is the timeline. Here are the receipts. Here is what actually happened. September-October 2025- I Stayed Silent Through Months of Smear Campaigns For months, several creators repeated the same false narrative that โ€œAidan never said a bad word about Meredith.โ€ Jess. Glarer. Auntie Deb. Kim. Ray from Dallas. Others. Meanwhile, Aidan was: โ€ข Badmouthing me privately and encouraging others to do so publicly, โ€ข Texting Joe โ€œFlipperheadโ€ entire paragraphs trashing me, โ€ข Aidan knew Joe would leak them (and even bragged on a stream that he did exactly that so heโ€™d leak them), โ€ข Sending Jess Machado after me for months on her large platform, โ€ข Directing people behind the scenes to paint me as a villain. โ€ข Sending random people who supported me DMs to change their mind (yes Aidan, not everyone is fooled by your bullshit and they came right to me). I ignored all of it. I said nothing. I stayed silent through daily lies because I didnโ€™t want to call more attention to it or face Aidanโ€™s wrath. November 2025 -The Rumors About โ€œMarch 4โ€, Joe Flipperhead Flips to Team Aidan Aidan texted Joe his entire made-up version weeks ago. Joe circulated those texts on purpose. Joe threatened me with posting a video montage of mine and Aidanโ€™s private texts. Joe is a pussy so he eventually had Kristy post it for him. Creators discussed it publicly without me ever responding. I STILL didnโ€™t defend myself. November 26-27, 2025- Ratchet Chelsea: The Full 48 Hour Meltdown 11/26/25- The Unprovoked Attack & The March 4 Video On Tuesday night, Chelsea came out of nowhere and launched herself straight at me, accusing me of all kinds of conspiracies from harassment to the horrific crime of sending a friend request, which is explained in vivid detail in the below post (sheโ€™s since gone somewhat viral, love this for her!) She spent the next 24 hours thoroughly embarrassing herself and the moment anyone challenged her story even slightly, she did what she always does: she imploded. Her accusations spiraled into her posting the March 4 video. On 11/26/25 at 11:08 PM, Chelsea posted the first clipโ€“a blanket, context-less snippet of me drunk saying something I immediately apologized for the next morning. At 11:50 PM, I responded because at that point, I had no choice. 11/27/25-The Gaslighting & 9-Minute Backpedal Then yesterday, Aidan tried to save face by posting that he โ€œdidnโ€™t want the video to be public.โ€ And like clockwork, nine minutes later, Chelsea came charging into the comments like a Temu-sponsored bat out of hell, scrambling to apologize, trying to rewrite reality so it looked like he didnโ€™t send her to do it. It was panicked, sloppy damage control. An amateur quality cover-up attempt that only made it more obvious how coordinated this all was. She wasnโ€™t apologizing because she grew a conscience. She was apologizing because she got caught doing exactly what sheโ€™d been primed to do. I wonder if Aidan called her โ€œyou shouldโ€™ve waited at least 20 minutes, dumbass!!!โ€. Not too bright that Chelsea. I can only imagine the regrets he must have for utilizing someone with the IQ of a pencil to do his dirty work. The Coordination Between Aidan & Chelsea Is Obvious Chelsea had virtually NO followers Wednesday morning. Aidan was one of the first. Weโ€™re supposed to believe someone with 150k followers just stumbled on an account that starts posting HIS private messages and HIS private videos? Kk. Aidan commented on her posts that same day, clearly encouraging it. She confirmed in my DMs back on 11/6 that she and Aidan were aligned. And she literally wrote at 4:04 AM that she had โ€œproof,โ€ videos & screenshots she would release if I didnโ€™t โ€œstop callingโ€ her, calls she still hasnโ€™t produced a single shred of proof of. Then yesterday within 9 minutes of his post, she writes: โ€œSorry for going rogue, Aidan, I hope you donโ€™t hate my guts.โ€ Going rogue? From WHAT? Who gave you the material in the first place? The coordination is obvious to anyone with functioning brain cells. The โ€œI never wanted this publicโ€ lie Aidanโ€™s post yesterday claimed he โ€œnever wanted this to be public.โ€ If this were true, why did he instruct Chelsea to post it? Why did he share it with Jess Machado to threaten me with for the last month? Why did he share it with Joe Flipperhead, and God knows who else? If he didnโ€™t want it public, he wouldnโ€™t have shared it with anyone, let alone the girl I caught him cheating with. The timeline is clearโ€“ Chelsea posted a video at 11:08 pm on Thanksgiving Eve, I responded at 11:50 out of self defense. He leaked first. He escalated first. He weaponized it first. Trying to rewrite that now is gaslighting, pure and simple. He's been lighting matches behind the scenes for months, praying for this to go public. The โ€œMeredith accused him of abuseโ€ narrative is FALSE My actions tell the truth: โ€ข I never went to police. โ€ข I never filed anything. โ€ข I never told anyone he hit me. โ€ข I never repeated it. โ€ข I apologized the next day. โ€ข We stayed together for FOUR more months after that night. โ€ข He called me 100+ times some days, even indicating heโ€™d end his life if we broke up. If he believed I was โ€œdangerous,โ€ his actions would have said that. They didnโ€™t. The only reason this is public now is because HE leaked it. Actions > drunk slurred words said because a camera was shoved in my face when I asked him repeatedly to stop filming and to leave. The Wilbur Theatre Rumorsโ€”Letโ€™s get petty for a second. This is another topic Iโ€™m cringing at discussing but we can thank Aidan for since he shared our sexual messages with Joe Flipperhead. And since some people (Auntie Deb, sweetie, this means you) insist on pushing their Dollar Store fan-fiction about the Wilbur Theatre night, letโ€™s actually walk through what happened, using facts instead of whatever drug-induced hallucinations youโ€™ve been spinning this week. The rumor goes like this- I was โ€œmad at Aidan because we didnโ€™t hook up,โ€ and to โ€œproveโ€ it, they trot out a cherry-picked text where I said I wanted to hook up, he didnโ€™t answer, and the next morning I said I was drunk and sorry. And somehow this has been spun into me being desperate, obsessed, or pining like a background character in a teenage soap opera. Adorable. Wrong, but adorable. Hereโ€™s the real plot twist-Aidan and I had already been together literally two days earlier, and shocker-that was initiated by him, not me. I didnโ€™t just โ€œshow up at the Wilburโ€. He invited me to come to the after party at Encore knowing I had a wedding earlier in the night. I wanted to see my friends there who I actually met to go with. This wasnโ€™t a surprise, it was planned ahead of time. The โ€œI was drunk, sorryโ€ message wasnโ€™t heartbreak. It wasnโ€™t longing. It was me politely tapping the brakes because I didnโ€™t even want to entertain whatever bad path it could lead us back down. And then? He texted me asking about my brotherโ€™s wedding, how I am, etc. I ignored him for a full week. Until I had no choice but to speak to him about MereNeill. That silence, from me, is what triggered his latest meltdown. Not mine. His. So no, Auntie Deb, your version isnโ€™t โ€œa different perspective.โ€ Itโ€™s just wrong. Like wildly, hilariously, not-even-in-the-ballpark wrong. But sure, keep spinning fanfic if it makes your livestreams feel more exciting. I realize itโ€™s probably been awhile since youโ€™ve had any action since youโ€™ve let yourself go so badly, so you live vicariously through others. Recap For MONTHS I ignored: โ€ข the texts he sent Joe to leak โ€ข the smear campaign โ€ข the creators parroting lies โ€ข the behind-the-scenes messages โ€ข the insinuations I hacked him and even shared revenge porn โ€ข the constant coordinated attacks โ€ข the threats of โ€œturning me into the next Lindseyโ€ โ€ข his warning that everyone would believe him because of his platform โ€ข the threats to contact my employer I didnโ€™t clap back, didnโ€™t retaliate, didnโ€™t respond. But Wednesday, when Chelsea dumped the video he gave her, the same video she threatened weeks ago to drop, AND he posted pretending he didnโ€™t want this all out? That was the line. They chose the nuclear option. Now Iโ€™m responding with facts in pure self-defense. Conclusion/Message for Temu Storm This entire mess could have stayed private. I wanted it to stay private. But when someone leaks your private moments, lies about your intentions, weaponizes your past, and coordinates an online attack, you either let the false narrative stand or you defend yourself. Iโ€™m choosing to defend myself with receipts, not gossip. With timelines, not โ€œhe said.โ€ With evidence, not weaponized drunk clips. And then thereโ€™s Aidanโ€™s favorite delusion. The claim that I was โ€˜working with Karen behind the scenesโ€™ or โ€˜conspiring with her to get him in trouble for the recording.โ€™ That could not be further from the truth. I didnโ€™t even know he had recorded her until after she already knew about it herself. I wasnโ€™t working with her, plotting with her, or communicating with her about it. She and I have always been friendly, but we didnโ€™t even discuss the recording until it started leaking and Joe Flipperhead went feral on Twitter. Meanwhile, Aidan spent weeks screaming at me, accusing me of being some kind of secret double agent, like he was trying to create the betrayal he was terrified of. Almost a self-fulfilling prophecy. And hereโ€™s the reality: in the last few weeks, after heโ€™s gone fully scorched earth on me, I have talked to her, and I support her 100%. The things heโ€™s done to her over the past couple years, and the way he twisted it all for his followers, is the exact same manipulation I lived through. Iโ€™m not going into her details because thatโ€™s her story to tellโ€ฆ but letโ€™s just say I have a feeling youโ€™ll be hearing it sooner rather than later. And since this week has apparently become โ€œLetโ€™s All Fixate on Meredith Week,โ€ let me address the content-creator sideshow, too. Some of you are strangers, while some I actually considered my friends. Itโ€™s shocking but not shocking how quickly you all flip a switch and follow your captainโ€™s orders. Ray from Dallas spent his Sunday foaming at the mouth in a hostile little video about me, all bark, no substance. I saw it. Iโ€™m not intimidated. Mostly, Iโ€™m embarrassed for you. And your family(ies) will feel the same when your ass is doxxed next week. Canโ€™t wait to tAkE tHaT WaLk with you! Then thereโ€™s Will, whoโ€™s gone on multiple streams calling me โ€œcrazyโ€ and pretending heโ€™s scared of me, despite me being nothing but nice to him. Why? Because he thinks I was the first one to tell Karen he heard the recording, which he absolutely did (unless Aidan is lying about who he played it for, but we know heโ€™s actually telling the truth on this for once). She was informed of it the very next day, which is why she called you and you know this. This was two full days before I was even aware of a call at all. Will, for someone with your track record, maybe sit the โ€œwomen are dangerousโ€ narrative out. Youโ€™re not fooling anyone. Iโ€™m staring at 15 pages of police reports and no, itโ€™s not all โ€œthings youโ€™ve owned up for in the pastโ€. You know this. Again, Iโ€™d take a very large seat here. And then my personal favorite-ex-fake friend Auntie Deb, who decided to spice up his Spaces on Thanksgiving by accusing me of distributing revenge porn with zero evidence, zero screenshots, zero anything. A completely fabricated felony tossed around like itโ€™s gossip hour at the bingo hall. Considering your own professional history, James, Iโ€™d hope you of all people would understand how catastrophic false accusations can be, but apparently not. It would be a shame if I were to share the real reason around your separation at the middle school and how you wanted to bring Turtlenoy into it. This is all based on the several witnesses Iโ€™ve spoken to. See how that works? You announce things as fact based on something someone told you. I wonder if youโ€™ll have that same enthusiasm when the topic is you. TBD. Iโ€™ll wait for that retraction about revenge porn. Ballโ€™s in your court hun. And of course, thereโ€™s Jessica Machado, whoโ€™s been grinding this axe for months like itโ€™s her full-time personality. Hos long did you cry when Chelsea beat you to the punch with that video? Donโ€™t worry hun, thereโ€™s more but she didnโ€™t post it because itโ€™s not great for your fairytale. If you thought the fall-out of Kateโ€™s video was bad, Jessicaโ€ฆstay tuned. I may have been momentarily distracted dealing with the chaos from Temu Chelsea, but thereโ€™s an army of your victims out there that are eager and ready for your downfall. The false claim that I shared โ€œrevenge porn,โ€ the conspiracy theories, the wild accusations you present as fact, all of it. The 10+ streams youโ€™ve now defamed me on. Youโ€™ve been so obsessed with me for so long that you canโ€™t even keep your own narratives straight anymore. I love this so much for you. Let me be crystal clearโ€“I am done being all of your punching bag. You love to spin this narrative that Iโ€™m this dangerous person. Youโ€™d think youโ€™d lay off from constantly f*cking with me if you truly believed that. I would genuinely love for this nonsense to stop. But that requires ALL of you to stop manufacturing drama, stop lying, and stop weaponizing made-up crimes for clicks. And if they want to keep going? Iโ€™ve got plenty of content for many seasons to come.

Meredith O

16,962 views โ€ข 8 months ago

The โ€œI never wanted any of this to be public or contentโ€ Lie, A Timeline I never wanted any of this to come out. Except I actually mean that. Itโ€™s embarrassing, itโ€™s trashy, and itโ€™s the opposite of how I want to present myself publicly. I stayed silent for months while lie after lie was spun about me behind the scenes because I didnโ€™t want to air private, messy moments from a relationship I genuinely cared about. I stayed silent out of fear, because I was told no one would believe me because he would be blindly believed on his large platform. In one of our very last conversations before I blocked him everywhere mid-October, he threatened to do a show on me, contact my employer, and โ€œturn me into the next Lindseyโ€. Why? Because I didnโ€™t want to continue apologizing to him for the 300th time about venting to someone I thought was a friend. I stayed silent because of these threats. But after Wednesday, after Chelsea posted the private video Aidan gave her, (the same one he threatened me with directly back on 10/2), and after the gaslighting, I donโ€™t have a choice anymore. So here is the timeline. Here are the receipts. Here is what actually happened. September-October 2025- I Stayed Silent Through Months of Smear Campaigns For months, several creators repeated the same false narrative that โ€œAidan never said a bad word about Meredith.โ€ Jess. Glarer. Auntie Deb. Kim. Ray from Dallas. Others. Meanwhile, Aidan was: โ€ข Badmouthing me privately and encouraging others to do so publicly, โ€ข Texting Joe โ€œFlipperheadโ€ entire paragraphs trashing me, โ€ข Aidan knew Joe would leak them (and even bragged on a stream that he did exactly that so heโ€™d leak them), โ€ข Sending Jess Machado after me for months on her large platform, โ€ข Directing people behind the scenes to paint me as a villain. โ€ข Sending random people who supported me DMs to change their mind (yes Aidan, not everyone is fooled by your bullshit and they came right to me). I ignored all of it. I said nothing. I stayed silent through daily lies because I didnโ€™t want to call more attention to it or face Aidanโ€™s wrath. November 2025 -The Rumors About โ€œMarch 4โ€ and Joe Flipperhead Flips to Team Aidan Aidan texted Joe his entire made-up version weeks ago. Joe circulated those texts on purpose. Joe threatened me with posting a video montage of mine and Aidanโ€™s private texts. Joe is a pussy so he eventually had Kristy post it for him. Creators discussed it publicly without me ever responding. I STILL didnโ€™t defend myself. November 26-27, 2025- Ratchet Chelsea: The Full 48 Hour Meltdown 11/26/25โ€” The Unprovoked Attack & The March 4 Video On Tuesday night, Chelsea came out of nowhere and launched herself straight at me, accusing me of all kinds of conspiracies from harassment to the horrific crime of sending a friend request, which is explained in vivid detail in the below post (sheโ€™s since gone somewhat viral, love this for her!) She spent the next 24 hours thoroughly embarrassing herself and the moment anyone challenged her story even slightly, she did what she always does: she imploded. Her accusations spiraled into her posting the March 4 video. On 11/26/25 at 11:08 PM, Chelsea posted the first clipโ€“a blanket, context-less snippet of me drunk saying something I immediately apologized for the next morning. At 11:50 PM, I responded because at that point, I had no choice. 11/27/25โ€” The 9-Minute Backpedal Then on Thanksgiving, Aidan tried to save face by posting that he โ€œdidnโ€™t want the video to be public.โ€ And like clockwork, nine minutes later, Chelsea came charging into the comments like a Temu-sponsored bat out of hell, scrambling to apologize, trying to rewrite reality so it looked like he didnโ€™t send her to do it. It was panicked, sloppy damage control. An amateur quality cover-up attempt that only made it more obvious how coordinated this all was. She wasnโ€™t apologizing because she grew a conscience. She was apologizing because she got caught doing exactly what sheโ€™d been primed to do. I wonder if Aidan called her โ€œyou shouldโ€™ve waited at least 20 minutes, dumbass!!!โ€. Not too bright that Chelsea. I can only imagine the regrets he must have for utilizing someone with the IQ of a pencil to do his dirty work. The Coordination Between Aidan & Chelsea Is Obvious Chelsea had virtually NO followers Wednesday morning. Aidan was one of the first. Weโ€™re supposed to believe someone with 150k followers just stumbled on an account that starts posting HIS private messages and HIS private videos? Kk. Aidan commented on her posts that same day, clearly encouraging it, continuing to this day, all while pretending he's not directing it. Kk. She confirmed in my DMs back on 11/6 that she and Aidan were aligned. And she literally wrote at 4:04 AM that she had โ€œproof,โ€ videos & screenshots she would release if I didnโ€™t โ€œstop callingโ€ her, calls she still hasnโ€™t produced a single shred of proof of. Then yesterday within 9 minutes of his post, she writes: โ€œSorry for going rogue, Aidan, I hope you donโ€™t hate my guts.โ€ Going rogue? From WHAT? Who gave you the material in the first place? The coordination is obvious to anyone with functioning brain cells. The โ€œI never wanted this publicโ€ lie Aidanโ€™s post yesterday claimed he โ€œnever wanted this to be public.โ€ Heโ€™s been threatening me for months behind the scenes to post the infamous video. To do a show on me. To send things to others to weaponize against me. If this were true, why did he instruct Chelsea to post it? Why did he share it with Jess Machado to threaten me with for the last month? Why did he share it with Joe Flipperhead, and God knows who else? If he didnโ€™t want it public, he wouldnโ€™t have shared it with anyone, let alone the girl I caught him cheating with. The timeline is clearโ€“ Chelsea posted a video at 11:08 pm on Thanksgiving Eve, I responded at 11:50 out of self defense. He leaked first. He escalated first. He weaponized it first. Trying to rewrite that now is gaslighting, pure and simple. The โ€œMeredith accused him of abuseโ€ narrative is FALSE My actions tell the truth: โ€ข I never went to police. โ€ข I never filed anything. โ€ข I never told anyone he hit me. โ€ข I never repeated it. โ€ข I apologized the next day. โ€ข We stayed together for FOUR more months after that night. โ€ข He called me 100+ times some days, even indicating heโ€™d end his life if we broke up. If he believed I was โ€œdangerous,โ€ his actions would have said that. They didnโ€™t. The only reason this is public now is because HE leaked it. Actions > drunk slurred words said because a camera was shoved in my face when I asked him repeatedly to stop filming and to leave. The Wilbur Theatre Rumorsโ€”Letโ€™s get petty for a second. This is another topic Iโ€™m cringing at discussing but we can thank Aidan for since he shared our sexual messages with Joe Flipperhead. And since some people (Auntie Deb, sweetie, this means you) insist on pushing their Dollar Store fan-fiction about the Wilbur Theatre night, letโ€™s actually walk through what happened, using facts instead of whatever drug-induced hallucinations youโ€™ve been spinning this week. The rumor goes like this- I was โ€œmad at Aidan because we didnโ€™t hook up,โ€ and to โ€œproveโ€ it, they trot out a cherry-picked text where I said I wanted to hook up, he didnโ€™t answer, and the next morning I said I was drunk and sorry. And somehow this has been spun into me being desperate, obsessed, or pining like a background character in a teenage soap opera. Adorable. Wrong, but adorable. Hereโ€™s the real plot twist-Aidan and I had already been together literally two days earlier, and shocker-that was initiated by him, not me. I didnโ€™t just โ€œshow up at the Wilburโ€. He invited me to come to the after party at Encore knowing I had a wedding earlier in the night. I wanted to see my friends there who I actually met to go with. This wasnโ€™t a surprise, it was planned ahead of time. The โ€œI was drunk, sorryโ€ message wasnโ€™t heartbreak. It wasnโ€™t longing. It was me politely tapping the brakes because I didnโ€™t even want to entertain whatever bad path it could lead us back down. And then? He texted me asking about my brotherโ€™s wedding, how I am, etc. I ignored him for a full week. Until I had no choice but to speak to him about MereNeill. That silence, from me, is what triggered his latest meltdown. Not mine. His. So no, Auntie Deb, your version isnโ€™t โ€œa different perspective.โ€ Itโ€™s just wrong. Like wildly, hilariously, not-even-in-the-ballpark wrong. But sure, keep spinning fanfic if it makes your livestreams feel more exciting. I realize itโ€™s probably been awhile since youโ€™ve had any action since youโ€™ve let yourself go so badly, so you live vicariously through others. Recap For MONTHS I ignored: โ€ข the texts he sent Joe to leak โ€ข the smear campaign โ€ข the creators parroting lies โ€ข the behind-the-scenes messages โ€ข the insinuations I hacked him and even shared revenge porn โ€ข the constant coordinated attacks โ€ข the threats of โ€œturning me into the next Lindseyโ€ โ€ข his warning that everyone would believe him because of his platform โ€ข the threats to contact my employer I didnโ€™t clap back, didnโ€™t retaliate, didnโ€™t respond. But Wednesday, when Chelsea dumped the video he gave her, the same video she threatened weeks ago to drop, AND he posted pretending he didnโ€™t want this all out? That was the line. They chose the nuclear option. And last night's gaslighting grift was just the icing on the cake. Now Iโ€™m responding with facts in pure self-defense. Conclusion/Message for Temu Storm This entire mess could have stayed private. I wanted it to stay private. But when someone leaks your private moments, lies about your intentions, weaponizes your past, and coordinates an online attack, you either let the false narrative stand or you defend yourself. Iโ€™m choosing to defend myself with receipts, not gossip. With timelines, not โ€œhe said.โ€ With evidence, not weaponized drunk clips. And then thereโ€™s Aidanโ€™s favorite delusion. The claim that I was โ€˜working with Karen behind the scenesโ€™ or โ€˜conspiring with her to get him in trouble for the recording.โ€™ That could not be further from the truth. I didnโ€™t even know he had recorded her until after she already knew about it herself. I wasnโ€™t working with her, plotting with her, or communicating with her about it. She and I have always been friendly, but we didnโ€™t even discuss the recording until it started leaking and Joe Flipperhead went feral on Twitter. Meanwhile, Aidan spent weeks screaming at me, accusing me of being some kind of secret double agent, like he was trying to create the betrayal he was terrified of. Almost a self-fulfilling prophecy. And hereโ€™s the reality: in the last few weeks, after heโ€™s gone fully scorched earth on me, I have talked to her, and I support her 100%. The things heโ€™s done to her over the past couple years, and the way he twisted it all for his followers, is the exact same manipulation I lived through. Iโ€™m not going into her details because thatโ€™s her story to tellโ€ฆ but letโ€™s just say I have a feeling youโ€™ll be hearing it sooner rather than later. The lie that Aidan never wanted this to be public is just laughable at this point. Who are we kidding? He's been foaming at the mouth for months to make this content where he can play the victim, as usual. And since this week has apparently become โ€œLetโ€™s All Fixate on Meredith Week,โ€ let me address the content-creator sideshow, too. Some of you are strangers, while some I actually considered my friends. Itโ€™s shocking but not shocking how quickly you all flip a switch and follow your captainโ€™s orders. Ray from Dallas spent his Sunday foaming at the mouth in a hostile little video about me, all bark, no substance. I saw it. Iโ€™m not intimidated. Mostly, Iโ€™m embarrassed for you. Then thereโ€™s Will, whoโ€™s gone on multiple streams calling me โ€œcrazyโ€ and pretending heโ€™s scared of me, despite me being nothing but nice to him. Why? Because he thinks I was the first one to tell Karen he heard the recording, which he absolutely did (unless Aidan is lying about who he played it for, but we know heโ€™s actually telling the truth on this for once). She was informed of it the very next day, which is why she called you and you know this. This was two full days before I was even aware of a call at all. Will, for someone with your track record, maybe sit the โ€œwomen are dangerousโ€ narrative out. Youโ€™re not fooling anyone. Iโ€™m staring at 15 pages of police reports and no, itโ€™s not all โ€œthings youโ€™ve owned up for in the pastโ€. You know this. Again, Iโ€™d take a very large seat here. And my personal favorite-Auntie Deb, who decided to spice up his Spaces on Thanksgiving by accusing me of distributing revenge p*rn with zero evidence, zero screenshots, zero anything. Accusing me of killing a turtle yesterday. A completely fabricated felony tossed around like itโ€™s gossip hour at the bingo hall. Considering your own professional history, James, Iโ€™d hope you of all people would understand how catastrophic false accusations can be, but apparently not. I wonder if youโ€™ll have that same enthusiasm when the topic is you. TBD. Iโ€™ll wait for that retraction about revenge p*rn, animal abuse, etc. Ballโ€™s in your court hun. And of course, thereโ€™s Jessica Machado, whoโ€™s been grinding this axe for months like itโ€™s her full-time personality. Hos long did you cry when Chelsea beat you to the punch with that video? Donโ€™t worry hun, thereโ€™s more but she didnโ€™t post it because itโ€™s not great for your fairytale. Since you reported my last post, I'll leave the rest up for your imagination. Youโ€™ve been so obsessed with me for so long that you canโ€™t even keep your own narratives straight anymore. I love this so much for you. Let me be crystal clearโ€“I am done being all of your punching bag. You love to spin this narrative that Iโ€™m this dangerous person. Youโ€™d think youโ€™d lay off from constantly f*cking with me if you truly believed that. I would genuinely love for this nonsense to stop. But that requires ALL of you to stop manufacturing drama, stop lying, and stop weaponizing made-up crimes for clicks. And if they want to keep going? Iโ€™ve got plenty of content for many seasons to come.

The old M canโ€™t come to the phone right now

45,160 views โ€ข 8 months ago

๐Ÿพ๐ŸซŽ Oh look, my baby brother Kenji the Giant Mooseweiler is out here in the parking lot โ€œtrainingโ€ like heโ€™s not 80% flailing moose legs and 20% derpy golden retriever brain ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ˜‚ Weaving around pylons with his dinner-plate paws, sits that actually held for once (miracle status: unlocked), and call fronts that were... vaguely in the same province as straight. Iโ€™m just over here cackling: โ€œBless this chaotic walking pork roast, heโ€™s really out here attempting big boy rally skills with all the grace of a moose on roller skates.โ€ ๐Ÿคฃโค๏ธ For the non-dog nerds: CKC Novice Rally Obedience is a fun, sign-guided team adventure with heeling, sits, some flashy turns, and maneuvers like pylon weaves and spirals. Points get docked for crooked sits, slow responses, and any time the leash gets tight. And you can't eat the judge. It's the perfect starter level for oversized puppies like my giant moose baby to learn to work around major distraction like a couple hundred dogs and crowds of humans. But fair warning! It levels up HARD. Advanced is off leash and includes a jump and food/toy distractions, Excellent adds things like moving downs and stands with the handler continuing on and giving cues from a distance, and Master level? Thatโ€™s where the real chaos legends earn their stripes (ask me how I know ๐Ÿ˜). Yep, your girl Chesnyy has her Master Rally title and has been named Top Rally Obedience Rottweiler in Canada TWICE. No pressure, Kenjiโ€ฆ just donโ€™t turn the trial into a full-on moose meltdown and embarrass the family bloodline, okay big guy? Weโ€™re hoping to get this oversized disaster into a real trial later this summer if he can manage to fit his ego through the in gate. ๐Ÿ˜‚ Who else is out there training a furry ball of chaos on paws? Drop your funny training fails, wins, or โ€œwhat the fluff is my dog doing?โ€ moments below! I need the laughs (and moral support) while I supervise this future master... or magnificent moose-flop! Retweet if you think Kenji will be ready for trials this summer! ๐ŸŽฅ Proof he can actually do things! #BabyRottieKenji #ServiceRottieLife #RallyObedience #KenjiTheMooseweiler #ChesnyyTheLegend #RottweilerTraining #MooseOnAMission

Team Servicerottie๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿฆฝ

10,872 views โ€ข 2 months ago

Seedance 2.0 on Higgsfield AI delivers some of the best camera motion, consistency, and creative control I've seen in AI video generation. Full Open-sourced prompts & assets below: SCENE CONTEXT A bright summer afternoon on the coastal road: the young man drives the mint scooter down toward the sea with the young woman riding behind him, arms around his waist โ€” an easy, happy ride past the railway crossing along the water. ACTIVE REFERENCES >> โ€” young woman, 20 years old, 165 cm tall, slender, straight dark brown hair with side-swept bangs pinned by a small black clip, freckles across her cheeks and nose. 100% matches the reference. >> โ€” young man, 22 years old, 178 cm tall, lean, sun-tanned, messy dark hair under a tan baseball cap worn backwards. 100% matches the reference. >> โ€” vehicle: vintage mint-green scooter with a brown leather saddle, chrome mirrors and silver wheels. 100% matches the reference. >> โ€” location: coastal road curving downhill past a railway crossing with yellow-and-black crossbuck signs, utility poles and wires, stone embankment walls, an orange convex traffic mirror on a pole, the open sea with white-capped waves behind. LOCATION MAP The road from >> curves downhill through the midground toward the railway crossing, the sea filling the background beyond it. Stone embankments rise on both sides, the orange convex mirror stands on the right shoulder in the near foreground, utility poles line the curve. Their path: down the curve, past the crossing, along the water toward screen-left. Primary light: bright seaside daylight, sun high, wind off the sea. FIRST FRAME AND SPATIAL BLOCKING The first visible frame already contains >> rolling down the curve with both riders aboard โ€” >> driving, hands on the grips, >> seated close behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, her head just above his shoulder, a full head shorter than him. No empty establishing frame, no delayed reveal. He drives in every segment; she is always the passenger. FORMAT MODE Controlled four-segment multi-shot sequence: one INSERT CUT and two HARD CUTS. Real-time motion at an easy unhurried scooter pace. Every segment is shot handheld โ€” no static shot anywhere in the sequence. OPTICS LENS LOCK SEGMENT 1 = 47ยฐ diagonal field of view, standard normal lens character, camera 12 to 15 meters at the roadside, the scooter and both riders full in frame with the crossing and sea behind, straight lines rectilinear, no fisheye. Soft vintage lens rendering: gentle edge softness, mild halation in the bright sky and sea glare, even brightness across the whole frame โ€” no vignette, corners stay as bright as the center. This rendering applies to every segment. LENS LOCK SEGMENT 2 = 29ยฐ diagonal field of view, short telephoto character, camera 3 to 4 meters tracking alongside from a following vehicle, close two-shot of their faces and shoulders, the sea streaming soft behind them. LENS LOCK SEGMENT 3 = 29ยฐ, camera 1.5 to 2 meters, tight insert on her hands clasped at his stomach, the mint body and brown saddle below, road surface blurring past. LENS LOCK SEGMENT 4 = 47ยฐ, camera 10 to 12 meters behind the orange convex mirror on the right shoulder, the mirror large in the near foreground reflecting the road, the real scooter passing through the frame and receding along the sea. No drift mid-segment. CAMERA Handheld in every segment with no exceptions โ€” a real operator at the roadside and in a following vehicle: the frame breathes with shoulder sway and soft micro-tremor visible in every second, small late reframes chasing the scooter and easing back; the tracking shot carries gentle road vibration on top of the hand movement; the insert trembles slightly more; the mirror wide breathes slower but never freezes. No tripod stillness, no gimbal smoothness, no stabilization anywhere. On top, the footage behaves like an old film print running through a projector: constant subtle gate weave, faint exposure flicker, occasional tiny dust specks and hairline scratches, image soft and slightly diffused like an aged 16mm print โ€” never sharp, never digitally clean, no vignette or darkened corners at any moment. ACTION TIMING 0.0s to 3.5s โ€” Roadside wide: the mint scooter putters down the curve at an easy pace, leaning gently with the bend; >> relaxed at the grips, >> pressed close behind him, her hair and skirt hem streaming in the sea wind; they pass the yellow-and-black crossing signs with the white-capped sea glittering beyond. 3.5s HARD CUT 3.5s to 6.5s โ€” Tracking close two-shot: she rests her chin almost on his shoulder and says something teasing into his ear โ€” lips moving without audible words; he barks a laugh, shaking his head, cap holding snug; she grins wide against the wind, bangs whipping, eyes squinting happily. 6.5s INSERT CUT 6.5s to 8.5s โ€” Tight insert: her hands clasped over his stomach, fingers laced, giving a little squeeze as the scooter sways through a bend; the mint body flexes light reflections, the road surface streams underneath in soft blur. 8.5s HARD CUT 8.5s to 12.0s โ€” Wide past the orange convex mirror: the tiny reflection of the scooter slides across the round mirror in the foreground a beat before the real scooter enters and crosses the frame, unhurried, the two of them small against the vast bright sea; she tips her head back and laughs into the wind as they recede along the coast; the engine putter fades. PHYSICS The scooter carries real combined weight: soft suspension compression over road seams, a gentle lean into each bend with both bodies tilting as one, slight throttle sway she counterbalances by gripping tighter; engine vibration trembles through their sleeves; wind at riding speed streams her hair, his tee and her skirt hem backward continuously with fabric flutter; the sea wind adds gusts; the convex mirror reflection tracks their motion with true optics. LIGHTING Bright seaside daylight only โ€” no artificial light. Aged film print look: the sky and the glittering sea bloom into a soft white-gold haze with visible halation rings, gentle glow hanging in the air, creamy highlights rolling off softly. Faded pastel grade of an old print: lifted milky blacks, warm ivory and honey tones over softened sea blues, the mint scooter body reading as a gentle washed pastel green, the orange mirror and yellow-black signs as warm muted accents โ€” never oversaturated; slightly yellowed whites, low contrast, colors gently washed as if the print has aged for twenty years, heavy visible film grain crawling in every frame, delicate haze. Exposure stays natural across the frame โ€” no added vignette, no darkened edges or corners. The whole image reads as an old 2000s Japanese film discovered on a dusty reel. No crisp modern digital look, no cool color cast. AUDIO SFX only, with the worn texture of an old optical soundtrack โ€” slightly muffled, faint constant hiss: the soft putter of the small scooter engine rising and fading with the throttle, wind buffeting past, waves breaking below the road, gull cries, her bright laugh snatched by the wind, the faint tick of the engine at the far end. No music, no intelligible spoken words, no captions, no score. POSITIVE LOCKS Identities lock 100% to >> and >> in every segment โ€” same outfits as their references throughout, her natural 165 cm and his 178 cm with true relative proportions, his cap staying backwards and snug at riding speed in every shot. >> drives in every segment; >> rides pillion with her arms around his waist from first frame to last, hands unclasping never. The scooter stays 100% >> โ€” mint-green body, brown saddle, chrome mirrors โ€” in every shot. Road geography stays consistent with >> across all cuts: downhill curve, crossing signs, embankments, orange mirror on the right shoulder, sea always beyond the road; travel direction constant toward screen-left. Handheld breathing holds in every single segment, and the aged-film texture holds identically throughout: grain, gate weave, flicker, dust, halation and faded grade never weaken, frame stays vignette-free with even corner brightness; no segment turns rigid, stabilized, sharp or digitally clean. Only these two people appear; the road stays otherwise empty, no cars, no train.

WasifAI

16,263 views โ€ข 25 days ago

Seedance 2.0 creation on Higgsfield AI ๐Ÿงฉ Prompt: scene context A bright summer afternoon on the coastal road: the young man drives the mint scooter down toward the sea with the young woman riding behind him, arms around his waist โ€” an easy, happy ride past the railway crossing along the water. ACTIVE REFERENCES >> โ€” young woman, 20 years old, 165 cm tall, slender, straight dark brown hair with side-swept bangs pinned by a small black clip, freckles across her cheeks and nose. 100% matches the reference. >> โ€” young man, 22 years old, 178 cm tall, lean, sun-tanned, messy dark hair under a tan baseball cap worn backwards. 100% matches the reference. >> โ€” vehicle: vintage mint-green scooter with a brown leather saddle, chrome mirrors and silver wheels. 100% matches the reference. >> โ€” location: coastal road curving downhill past a railway crossing with yellow-and-black crossbuck signs, utility poles and wires, stone embankment walls, an orange convex traffic mirror on a pole, the open sea with white-capped waves behind. LOCATION MAP The road from >> curves downhill through the midground toward the railway crossing, the sea filling the background beyond it. Stone embankments rise on both sides, the orange convex mirror stands on the right shoulder in the near foreground, utility poles line the curve. Their path: down the curve, past the crossing, along the water toward screen-left. Primary light: bright seaside daylight, sun high, wind off the sea. FIRST FRAME AND SPATIAL BLOCKING The first visible frame already contains >> rolling down the curve with both riders aboard โ€” >> driving, hands on the grips, >> seated close behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, her head just above his shoulder, a full head shorter than him. No empty establishing frame, no delayed reveal. He drives in every segment; she is always the passenger. FORMAT MODE Controlled four-segment multi-shot sequence: one INSERT CUT and two HARD CUTS. Real-time motion at an easy unhurried scooter pace. Every segment is shot handheld โ€” no static shot anywhere in the sequence. OPTICS LENS LOCK SEGMENT 1 = 47ยฐ diagonal field of view, standard normal lens character, camera 12 to 15 meters at the roadside, the scooter and both riders full in frame with the crossing and sea behind, straight lines rectilinear, no fisheye. Soft vintage lens rendering: gentle edge softness, mild halation in the bright sky and sea glare, even brightness across the whole frame โ€” no vignette, corners stay as bright as the center. This rendering applies to every segment. LENS LOCK SEGMENT 2 = 29ยฐ diagonal field of view, short telephoto character, camera 3 to 4 meters tracking alongside from a following vehicle, close two-shot of their faces and shoulders, the sea streaming soft behind them. LENS LOCK SEGMENT 3 = 29ยฐ, camera 1.5 to 2 meters, tight insert on her hands clasped at his stomach, the mint body and brown saddle below, road surface blurring past. LENS LOCK SEGMENT 4 = 47ยฐ, camera 10 to 12 meters behind the orange convex mirror on the right shoulder, the mirror large in the near foreground reflecting the road, the real scooter passing through the frame and receding along the sea. No drift mid-segment. CAMERA Handheld in every segment with no exceptions โ€” a real operator at the roadside and in a following vehicle: the frame breathes with shoulder sway and soft micro-tremor visible in every second, small late reframes chasing the scooter and easing back; the tracking shot carries gentle road vibration on top of the hand movement; the insert trembles slightly more; the mirror wide breathes slower but never freezes. No tripod stillness, no gimbal smoothness, no stabilization anywhere. On top, the footage behaves like an old film print running through a projector: constant subtle gate weave, faint exposure flicker, occasional tiny dust specks and hairline scratches, image soft and slightly diffused like an aged 16mm print โ€” never sharp, never digitally clean, no vignette or darkened corners at any moment. ACTION TIMING 0.0s to 3.5s โ€” Roadside wide: the mint scooter putters down the curve at an easy pace, leaning gently with the bend; >> relaxed at the grips, >> pressed close behind him, her hair and skirt hem streaming in the sea wind; they pass the yellow-and-black crossing signs with the white-capped sea glittering beyond. 3.5s HARD CUT 3.5s to 6.5s โ€” Tracking close two-shot: she rests her chin almost on his shoulder and says something teasing into his ear โ€” lips moving without audible words; he barks a laugh, shaking his head, cap holding snug; she grins wide against the wind, bangs whipping, eyes squinting happily. 6.5s INSERT CUT 6.5s to 8.5s โ€” Tight insert: her hands clasped over his stomach, fingers laced, giving a little squeeze as the scooter sways through a bend; the mint body flexes light reflections, the road surface streams underneath in soft blur. 8.5s HARD CUT 8.5s to 12.0s โ€” Wide past the orange convex mirror: the tiny reflection of the scooter slides across the round mirror in the foreground a beat before the real scooter enters and crosses the frame, unhurried, the two of them small against the vast bright sea; she tips her head back and laughs into the wind as they recede along the coast; the engine putter fades. PHYSICS The scooter carries real combined weight: soft suspension compression over road seams, a gentle lean into each bend with both bodies tilting as one, slight throttle sway she counterbalances by gripping tighter; engine vibration trembles through their sleeves; wind at riding speed streams her hair, his tee and her skirt hem backward continuously with fabric flutter; the sea wind adds gusts; the convex mirror reflection tracks their motion with true optics. LIGHTING Bright seaside daylight only โ€” no artificial light. Aged film print look: the sky and the glittering sea bloom into a soft white-gold haze with visible halation rings, gentle glow hanging in the air, creamy highlights rolling off softly. Faded pastel grade of an old print: lifted milky blacks, warm ivory and honey tones over softened sea blues, the mint scooter body reading as a gentle washed pastel green, the orange mirror and yellow-black signs as warm muted accents โ€” never oversaturated; slightly yellowed whites, low contrast, colors gently washed as if the print has aged for twenty years, heavy visible film grain crawling in every frame, delicate haze. Exposure stays natural across the frame โ€” no added vignette, no darkened edges or corners. The whole image reads as an old 2000s Japanese film discovered on a dusty reel. No crisp modern digital look, no cool color cast. AUDIO SFX only, with the worn texture of an old optical soundtrack โ€” slightly muffled, faint constant hiss: the soft putter of the small scooter engine rising and fading with the throttle, wind buffeting past, waves breaking below the road, gull cries, her bright laugh snatched by the wind, the faint tick of the engine at the far end. No music, no intelligible spoken words, no captions, no score. POSITIVE LOCKS Identities lock 100% to >> and >> in every segment โ€” same outfits as their references throughout, her natural 165 cm and his 178 cm with true relative proportions, his cap staying backwards and snug at riding speed in every shot. >> drives in every segment; >> rides pillion with her arms around his waist from first frame to last, hands unclasping never. The scooter stays 100% >> โ€” mint-green body, brown saddle, chrome mirrors โ€” in every shot. Road geography stays consistent with >> across all cuts: downhill curve, crossing signs, embankments, orange mirror on the right shoulder, sea always beyond the road; travel direction constant toward screen-left. Handheld breathing holds in every single segment, and the aged-film texture holds identically throughout: grain, gate weave, flicker, dust, halation and faded grade never weaken, frame stays vignette-free with even corner brightness; no segment turns rigid, stabilized, sharp or digitally clean. Only these two people appear; the road stays otherwise empty, no cars, no train.

Shahid Wani

14,145 views โ€ข 19 days ago