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𝟭𝟬𝟬 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘀 England work their way within range and with 26 seconds left, Matt Dawson passes to Jonny Wilkinson, who kicks the drop-goal off his right foot. 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗨𝗚𝗕𝗬 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗨𝗣! 𝗔𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝟭𝟳-𝟮𝟬 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 #RWC2003

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Let’s be absolutely clear with the facts from today’s “march against the far right” which I attended from the start. 🇬🇧🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 1. These were left-wing organisations from all over the UK. Every union under the sun was in attendance. National Education Union are definitely indoctrinating children within the teacher and school environment, just look at their presence today. It is very concerning. Watch what they teach your kids. They, as an education union, along with Unite the union: join a union, were also fighting over who got to be at the front of the march today, thanks to two lesbian powerhouses not having it. Comedy gold 😂 2. The second video shows over 100 coaches being used to bus in all these so-called “concerned citizens” on organised transport. They are all part of a left-wing narrative which just doesn’t work anymore, we see exactly what they are doing. That was the entire left-wing loony left in attendance. That’s it. That’s them. This is a major point! We have millions who know what’s right, and the left wing in this country is about to get the shock of their lives in the next elections, swept off the map. That was a panic march. They know it’s coming! 3. There was no working class at this march! Fact! It was all middle and upper class people who attend the usual Palestine marches and Palestine Action events. They hate the Union Jack flag and they hate the working class. This was a stunt by the well-organised unions to pretend the country is behind them which it is not. And that was clear as day to witness today. Also a clear panic march. 4. We don’t have much to worry about. These people are not in the real world. They are privileged and wealthy. And as I said, that’s the crowd, that’s them. They are in total fantasy land, and it’s now time for the adults to get back in charge. 5. Long live England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿✝️🇬🇧

Danny Tommo

84,224 просмотров • 5 месяцев назад

Seedance 2.0 Takeshi's Castle (Roller Game version) prompt 🎎 Authentic 1980s Japanese television game show broadcast footage, realistic recreation of original Takeshi's Castle ENG camera footage, natural handheld camera with subtle shake and tracking, broadcast video noise, analog grain, limited dynamic range and color saturation of the era, slight color bleeding on highlights, chaotic energetic atmosphere of the original show. No reference images provided. Generate the entire scene from the text description. 0-3s: [Wide handheld tracking shot from the side] A determined young Japanese male contestant in his mid-20s, short black hair, wearing a bright orange tracksuit with white stripes, white sneakers and a white headband, sprints confidently from the wooden starting platform onto the first of several large spinning cylindrical logs floating over a murky pond. He runs with pumping arms and focused expression as the log begins to rotate slowly beneath his feet, causing his body to wobble slightly. Water ripples and splashes lightly around the base of the logs. 3-6s: [Dynamic medium tracking shot moving alongside] He leaps to the second spinning log at a slightly higher level, landing with bent knees to absorb the impact. The faster-rotating drum spins his feet out from under him; he flails his arms dramatically to regain balance, torso leaning left then right, face shifting from concentration to surprise. The log's wet surface glistens as he struggles to stay upright. 6-9s: [Closer side profile action shot with motion blur] Pushing forward to the third log, his right foot slips on the spinning wet wood. He lurches forward violently, arms windmilling, body twisting as he tries to recover by crouching low. His left leg dips into the water creating a splash, but he pulls it out and continues with desperate momentum, the rotating cylinder throwing off his rhythm. 9-12s: [Dynamic tracking shot from a three-quarter angle] He attempts a running jump to the next log but the combined spin and his forward speed causes him to lose all balance. His body tilts backward sharply, legs kicking in the air, arms reaching out for nothing as he begins to fall off the side of the log. 12-15s: [Impact focused shot with water dynamics] The contestant falls backward off the spinning log into the pond with a huge explosive splash, water shooting up around his body. He submerges briefly, then resurfaces gasping and flailing, completely soaked, as the logs continue their relentless spinning in the background. His expression is one of shocked defeat mixed with the show's signature comedic failure. High fidelity recreation of 1980s analog broadcast video, visible natural grain and broadcast noise, realistic motion characteristics of old ENG cameras, coherent but slightly imperfect physics and movement as seen in original Takeshi's Castle episodes, era-accurate color response and limited dynamic range, stable character with the natural imperfections of analog footage, no modern digital sharpness or artifacts.

TechHalla

138,188 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝒊𝒕 𝑷𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺⛑️ 𝐺𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙~𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 2 😇🙏 After a botched summer assignment to a new collegiate league in Texarkana, TX that saw Grant Scholzen sleeping in his car and no host family provided as promised, Grant came home and waited patiently for a summer league call. The MGF Marshalls (who by the way is one of the best run orgs in the country, more on that in a future post!) called and in his 1st game and 2nd AB with a 1-2 count in a left on left matchup with the shadows in play, Grant took a 92 mph FB off the shoulder and into the right side of his face. The only time in 5 years w/o a face shield on his helmet, it’s the only time he’s been hit above the shoulder. Was watching the game on live stream, and it was hard to tell where it actually hit him? Grant immediately started walking to the dugout and I couldn’t figure out why he was doing that, because he should be either staying at home plate gathering his bearings or going to 1B. What you don’t see is the catcher and pitcher who are close friends of Grant’s growing up facing each other in HS and teammates throughout their CBA summer/fall travel ball experiences, looking on with what just happened? The pitcher and catcher who I’m close with as well, are in shock and the pitcher then walks into the opposing dugout to see if Grant is okay? Grant was okay, but he wasn’t okay?! That helpless feeling again when you’re not there and your son has something almost tragic happen?! I was calling friends who I knew were at the game and they said he had ice on his cheek in the dugout. After the game Grant was going to drive 4 hours home and get home at 3am to attend his cousin’s church service to listen to him speak at his 2 year church missionary farewell. He got home late as I said and woke up yesterday with his face extremely swollen and his eye already black, so we saw his uncle at church, who is a pediatric dentist and he scheduled a CT Scan with an oral surgeon buddy. Grant went in this morning for the scan and to our surprise, NO broken bones. Thank you to the countless people who text and reached out with worry and wanting updates. The baseball circle is small, but big at the same time and is a comforter! Once again his mother Heidi was working overtime to protect her kids, just like my daughter’s car accident 3 weeks ago. When it rains it pours! #SwarmingBees 🐝

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82,210 просмотров • 2 лет назад

[1] The vision for DeePle has always been to expand and reach as many people as possible, and I believe increasing the supply is the only way to achieve this goal. This was never meant to be a small, exclusive community centered around asset value. My goal is to build something genuine, open, and accessible to everyone. That said, I have deep respect for the OG DeePle (Gen 1) holders, and preserving the value of Gen 1 is always at the forefront of my mind. Future generations, Gen 2, Gen 3, and beyond, will have a much larger supply, which I believe will naturally make Gen 1 feel more rare and exclusive over time. The differences between Gen 1 and future Gens will be subtle but noticeable, things like name tags, background colors, alien skin options, and a few surprises I’m not ready to reveal just yet. As an artist, one of the challenging aspects has always been connecting with the right people who truly care about the work. Creating the perfect drop mechanic is never easy, but I try to keep things as simple and fair as possible. Striking that balance is key, and I felt that a FCFS approach within the allocation was the most fair this time around. While I know not everyone may agree, adding more complexity didn’t feel like the right path either. As for DeePle holders, I want each of you to build a deeper connection with your DeePle, give it a name, create a lore, customize its clothes, and use the art however you like. As things continue to unfold over time, I hope you and your DeePles can grow and evolve together. Let’s all DeePle together.

DeeKay

62,690 просмотров • 1 год назад

Hospitality venues wanting to book live music or manage entertainment usually get stuck dealing with an endless headache of spreadsheets and late invoices. As someone who can't edit videos to save my life, I threw my SaaS concept into Pexo and chatted my way into the product video below—complete with warm blush aesthetics, clean geometric typography, and smooth scene transitions. This time, I used Pexo. Pexo is an AI video creation tool where you can just chat with it to make videos. Tell it what you want, how to tweak the visuals—plain English works fine. Even someone like me with zero editing experience can jump right in. First, a bit of background. I usually build products, not videos. This time, I wanted to properly introduce JAM JUICE—the world's first entertainment operating system for hospitality pros—only to realize the real hassle isn't writing the copy, it's the video. I don't know AE. And I sure don't want to burn my evenings learning editing just to drop one clean promo. I tossed the concept into Pexo and told it: Make me a warm, clean SaaS promo for hospitality professionals—keep scene changes under 3 seconds and make it look professional. It didn't spit out a video right away. First, it aligned with me. Soft blush background, charcoal typography, coral-pink keywords, and precise pacing. Feels like hashing out requirements with someone who actually knows motion design. I fired back a few sentences in plain English. Once confirmed, it went off and ran with it. What came back was the finished 19-second editorial piece. Text sync, smooth transitions, and a gorgeous color palette—all there. No dragging footage into a timeline. For someone who just wants to explain their product clearly, that's a game-changer. You can keep chatting after that. If an animation drags, tell it to tighten up. Never touched the timeline the whole way. The one below is what came out of chatting with the platform concept. If you've got a fresh SaaS product, want an intro video, but don't feel like learning editing first—give Pexo a shot.

SafwonWith_AI

23,374 просмотров • 1 день назад

john wick seedance text to video prompt: [STYLE / CINEMATIC SETUP] A 10.5-second, 16:9 photorealistic AAA action-game cinematic rendered at real-time speed with no slow motion. The setting is a cramped, cluttered late-night Asian restaurant connected to a rain-soaked street. Cyan-green fluorescent light, red neon and warm practical lamps create a high-contrast mixed-light environment, with reflections across wet floors and pavement. Shoot with a 35mm spherical lens, shallow-to-moderate depth of field and cinematic motion blur appropriate to the actual speed of movement. Use close shoulder-mounted and handheld coverage, connecting seven short close-combat shots with fast hard cuts. The camera instinctively pans, retreats or drops with each block, takedown and collision while keeping the action and contact points readable. No dialogue, no subtitles and no BGM. Generate only synchronized rain, appliance hum, urgent footsteps, fabric movement, body impacts, gunshots, metal contact and breaking glass. [IMAGE REFERENCES] No external still-image reference. Follow the written character and environment descriptions consistently. If the platform supports reference video, use the supplied video only as a reference for editing rhythm, camera distance, action direction and lighting atmosphere, not for copying a specific actor’s identity. The protagonist remains the same lean, agile man in his early forties throughout the sequence: neck-length black hair swept back, a short beard, a tired but focused face, a slightly wrinkled black suit, white shirt and narrow black tie, all carrying faint rain and wear marks. Preserve his face, hairstyle, body proportions, clothing and screen direction across all seven shots. Keep every opponent visually distinct: a man in a blue work uniform, a bald man in a navy jacket, a heavy man in a black jacket, a bald counter attacker, a red-headband attacker, a red-jacketed armed attacker and a heavy man in a dark green coat outside. [TIMELINE SECOND BY SECOND] 0–1.9s: [Shoulder-height medium close-up, tight lateral handheld tracking, real-time speed] The protagonist stands on screen left, pinning the blue-uniformed attacker against a glass refrigerator with his left forearm and palm. He delivers two compact, weighted elbow and palm-heel strikes. Each impact drives the attacker’s head into the refrigerator door, loosening his white headband and leaving a small blood trace on the glass; the attacker finishes sliding down the door while the protagonist remains standing. 1.9–4.3s: [Medium shot transitioning into a high-angle overhead, shoulder-mounted drop, real-time speed] Hard cut near the restaurant’s rear entrance. The bald attacker in a navy jacket locks the protagonist from behind. The protagonist lowers his center of gravity, traps the attacker’s arm and rotates his hips, throwing him heavily over the shoulder onto the wet floor. The camera drops with them into an overhead view. Kneeling across the attacker’s torso, the protagonist draws a compact black pistol and fires one downward shot; recoil travels through his wrist and the attacker jolts once before becoming still. 4.3–5.9s: [Tight medium shot, lateral handheld follow, real-time speed] Hard cut with both men already upright. A heavy attacker in a black jacket swings from screen right. The protagonist slips outside the punch, allowing it to pass close to his face, circles behind the attacker and locks his shoulder and neck off balance. He presses the pistol close to the side of the attacker’s head and fires. The muzzle flash briefly illuminates both faces; the attacker’s head and shoulders snap backward and his body begins to collapse. 5.9–7.9s: [Counter-height medium close-up, subtle handheld push-in, real-time speed] Hard cut to the restaurant counter. Another bald attacker bends forward and clamps around the protagonist’s waist. The protagonist pins the attacker’s head and neck under his left arm while grabbing a short, rigid pointed utensil from the counter. He drives two compact downward thrusts into the upper shoulder and side of the neck. Each contact bends the attacker’s knees further; a restrained amount of blood marks the shirt and counter edge before the attacker hangs helplessly beneath the protagonist’s controlling arm. 7.9–9.0s: [Two-person medium close-up, fast pan with a short retreat, real-time speed] Hard cut as the red-headband attacker rushes into close range. He throws a wide hook from screen right. The protagonist raises his forearm to block, catches the wrist and pulls it outward, then drives a palm heel and forearm into the attacker’s face. The camera retreats with the impact as the attacker loses his balance and staggers toward the rear right of the frame. 9.0–9.9s: [Low-angle wide shot, slight arc around the action, real-time speed] Hard cut to a wider section of the restaurant. The red-jacketed armed attacker advances from screen left. Holding a long black firearm with both hands, the protagonist uses it as a blunt weapon and swings horizontally from right to left. The weapon strikes the attacker’s upper chest and shoulder, rotating his torso, crossing his feet and sending him off balance toward screen left. 9.9–10.5s: [Exterior rainy-street medium shot, fast parallel tracking, real-time speed] Hard cut outside the restaurant. 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No sudden face or costume changes; no extra fingers, fused limbs or inverted joints; no morphing weapons, utensils or vehicles; no foot sliding or rubber-like collision reactions; no blood, bullet damage or glass fragments appearing before physical contact.

underwood

12,588 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

This is a statue of the only man in Troy who saw the trap. He tried to warn everyone, and this is what the gods did to him because of it... His name was Laocoön, a Trojan priest. When the Greek army vanished and left a giant wooden horse outside the city gates, all of Troy celebrated. Only Laocoön refused to believe it. He warned his people the horse was a trick and, to prove it was hollow, hurled his spear into its side. In Virgil's telling, he spoke a line that has outlasted almost everything else about Troy: "I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts." He was right. The horse was packed with soldiers, and Troy was hours from destruction. This sculpture shows what he got for it. Two enormous sea serpents rise out of the sea and coil around him and his young sons, dragging all three down together. The father's whole body is knotted in the struggle, every muscle straining, his face locked in a scream. The gods wanted Troy to fall, and Laocoön was in the way. The Trojans watched him die in agony and drew exactly the wrong conclusion: they decided the gods were punishing him for attacking a holy gift. So they pulled the horse inside their own walls, and that night, Troy burned... The statue is called Laocoön and His Sons. It is the work of three Greek sculptors from the island of Rhodes, Agesander, Athenodoros, and Polydorus, and dates to the Hellenistic period, making it well over two thousand years old. Buried for more than a thousand years, it was dug out of a Roman vineyard in 1506, and Michelangelo rushed across Rome to see it the day it was found. It has been called the single greatest depiction of human suffering in the history of art, but it endures because of what it is really about: the man who sees the truth, says it out loud, and is destroyed for being right while the crowd watches... It is one of the oldest patterns there is, and it has never stopped repeating. There is nothing new under the sun.

James Lucas

499,709 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

Video shows Palestinian driver plowing into British tourists in Crete A car driven by a 29-year-old Palestinian man spreads panic on a crowded street in Malia, Crete, as video footage captures the moment it hits tourists. The video, which became public on Saturday, records the seconds leading up to the hit that took place in Malia in the early hours of 19 July. Published by Creta Live, it shows the car’s dangerous path through a busy street packed with people at the height of summer, culminating in a collision with tourists. Crowds were out on the street and in the bars when the vehicle appears amid the throng. The driver — the 29-year-old Palestinian — is seen making dangerous maneuvers. As he drives along the road, he first swerves sharply to the right. People scramble and run to get out of the way. He then turns left and collides with a British couple who were standing talking, unaware. The 41-year-old British woman suffered a broken leg. Her partner is more fortunate and sustains less serious injuries. The vehicle’s wild path angers some people in the crowd. Once they realize what has happened, they react with shouts and gestures of disapproval, and one person kicks the car involved. After several days of investigation, the authorities identified the owner of the car as a 29-year-old Palestinian resident of Heraklion. He faces a felony criminal charge. During the preliminary investigation, he had confessed that he was the driver and that he had been under the influence of alcohol. However, when he appeared before the examining magistrate in Heraklion, he claimed he was not the person driving. He said the vehicle only came into his possession 23 days before his arrest — that is, after the incident. He attributed his earlier confession to a misunderstanding caused by a language barrier. The 29-year-old was released under restrictive conditions, including the surrender of his driving license and the vehicle’s registration documents.

Paul Antonopoulos

11,359 просмотров • 29 дней назад

Last week, I mentioned I would be exposing a Bangladeshi drugs cartel operating in Oldham. This followed intelligence that their leader had instructed his foot soldiers to “balaclava up” and come after me with baseball bats. The threats came after I publicly condemned the arrest of one of their associates who was arrested as part of a police operation into the rape gangs. You may recall I released a video expressing my outrage from outside his boarded up front door and that I shared the father of the arrested man is a local imam. Naturally, Greater Manchester Police are well aware of who this gang is. Instead of arresting them, they sent two of their Muslim officers to intimidate me. If you know anything about the rape gang protectors within Oldham Police (GMP), this will come as no surprise. Let me be clear: I fully intend to expose this cartel. I don’t care who leads it, how violent they are, or how many politicians or police officers are on their payroll. For the record, I’ve never had much interest in drug dealers. They usually stay out of my way, and I stay out of theirs. My fight is with the rape gangs. Their threats suggest I’ve hit a nerve. Good. I don't take bribes. Nor do I need their postal votes. And if you're wondering how dangerous they are - here’s armed police taking down some of their lieutenants. _________ The truth is out. The world is watching. And justice is coming. I’m Raja Miah MBE. For six years, I led a small team that uncovered what the state tried to bury: that politicians actively protected the rape gangs. I’m not Maggie Oliver. I’m not Tommy Robinson. I’m not Charlie Peters. I’m something different. I’m a political campaigner. I helped; - expose the political cover-up - explain how the corruption works - educate the nation to understand the racial nature of these crimes - support people to fight back and secure a National Inquiry Corrupt police and criminal politicians have tried everything to silence me. They've fabricated evidence, attempted malicious prosecutions, even a lawsuit from the Labour Party itself. All of it failed. The police, the press, the CPS, and now government ministers all had a hand in trying to shut me down. But I’m still here. I'm still standing. Still fighting. But here’s the truth: I can’t do it alone. Exposing the machinery of betrayal takes more than one voice. If you want accountability, the kind of accountability that will see politicians stand trial for what they have done, then stand with me. Every day I continue, more people discover who I am. More people understand the depth of this scandal. And more of their lies collapse. You decide what that’s worth and why the powerful are so desperate to stop me. 🔴 Support the work. This fight is far from over. 👉 All of my work is shared 100% for free. I just ask those that can afford to do so to support me with £3/month or £30/year. That’s 75p a week. Pennies to most -everything to help keep me going. 🔴 Prefer a one-off contribution? 👉 👉 Despite the odds against us, just look at how far we have come together. We are now so close. Help finish this. - Raja 🙏

Raja Miah

304,385 просмотров • 1 год назад

Grok Imagine text-to-video prompt: SCENE CONTEXT One continuous locked-off wide shot inside a cluttered high-rise gaming apartment at night. A fully clothed adult man sits at his desk facing the monitor, absorbed in a computer game. An adult anime woman (age 22 or older) carrying a metal frying pan sneaks up behind him from frame-left, swings the pan hard and fast into the back of his head with a single whip-crack strike that knocks him out cold instantly, his head dropping hard onto the desk with a small bounce. She delivers a short Japanese line, then runs off frame-right while giggling. LOCATION MAP Foreground: edge of the desk and chair legs. Midground: the seated man at the gaming desk with dual monitors, keyboard, mouse, RGB lighting, and scattered energy-drink cans. Background: cluttered apartment wall with posters, shelves of figures, city-window view at night. The anime woman enters from frame-left rear, moves behind the man's chair, then exits frame-right. Warm practical room lamps mixed with cool blue monitor glow and red PC accent lights. FIRST FRAME / BLOCKING Wide shot already framed and locked. The man is seated center-right, torso facing the monitors, head slightly forward. The anime woman is partially visible at the far left edge of frame, body oriented toward the man, frying pan held low in both hands at waist height. Spatial relationship readable immediately: she is behind and slightly to his left, outside his peripheral vision. FORMAT MODE One continuous shot, the camera does not cut on its own. The frame stays identical from first second to last. OPTICS 47° neutral wide FOV, eye-level height matching the man's seated eye line, deep focus so both the desk and the space behind the chair remain sharp. No drift for the full duration. CAMERA Locked tripod, completely stationary, frame fixed for the entire 15 seconds. The operator stays hands-off after the first frame. ACTION 0.0s–3.5s — The man clicks the mouse and taps the keyboard with natural, focused movements, leaning slightly toward the monitor. The anime woman advances on light tiptoe steps from frame-left at about 3 km/h, body low, frying pan close to her torso, eyes fixed on the back of his head. 3.5s–6.0s — She reaches the position directly behind his chair and coils into a short compact wind-up: pan raised above her right shoulder, both hands gripping the handle, weight loaded onto her rear foot, hips turned slightly away like a batter ready to swing. 6.0s–6.5s — She uncoils and swings hard and fast: hips rotate first, shoulders whip through, the pan accelerates through a tight horizontal arc and reaches roughly 30 km/h at the moment the flat of the pan meets the exact center of the back of his head. The full swing takes 0.4 seconds from launch to contact, a single clean whip of motion. 6.5s–7.5s — Knocked out cold, lights out on impact. On the exact contact frame his eyes shut and every muscle releases at once. His head drops hard and fast, driven forward by the strike, and his forehead smacks the desk surface with a solid thud, bounces up once about five centimeters, and lands again, coming to rest cheek-down on the desk. His torso folds forward behind the falling head, arms flopping off the keyboard and mouse and settling limp on the desk. He is out cold and remains completely motionless from this point through the end of the shot, head down, dead to the world. 7.5s–10.5s — She lowers the pan to her side, stands upright behind the slumped man, and speaks her line with clear lip sync while looking down at his knocked-out body, chest rising with a satisfied breath. 10.5s–15.0s — She turns sharply to her right, takes three quick running steps toward frame-right at about 10 km/h, and exits the frame still holding the frying pan, body leaning forward into the run, shoulders bouncing with a giggle. PERFORMANCE Man: fully absorbed in the game until impact, natural micro-adjustments of hands and slight forward lean. From the contact frame onward he is unconscious dead weight: face slack, jaw loose, eyes closed, zero muscle tension anywhere in his body. After the head bounce settles he is a motionless heap draped over the desk, held perfectly still through the end of the shot, clearly out cold. Anime woman: bright adult face with clean 2D cel-shaded features, mischievous grin, tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth during the wind-up. The swing is committed and athletic: full-body rotation, arms extending through the arc, a small follow-through past the contact point before she checks the pan. After the hit her posture opens into a brief proud stance, then she pivots and runs with lively bouncing steps and a visible giggle that lifts her shoulders. Eyes stay alive with micro-saccades throughout. Playful older-sister prank energy, posture upright and comedic. PHYSICS The frying pan carries visible metal mass and inertia: it lags a fraction behind her hands at the start of the swing, whips through the arc with accelerating momentum, and stops dead on contact with a small vibration through the pan face and her forearms. The man's head falls as pure dead weight accelerated by the strike: fast drop, hard contact with the desk, one small five-centimeter rebound, then final settle with zero further motion. The desk registers the impact: a nearby energy-drink can jitters, the mouse shifts a centimeter. His torso folds forward behind the head and settles as a limp mass, no residual muscle movement afterward. Her hair and clothing trail the swing rotation with natural delay and settle after the follow-through. Her footsteps show clear weight transfer on the sneak and the exit run. LIGHTING Primary sources: warm 3200K practical desk and room lamps from upper left, cool monitor glow illuminating the man's face and hands, red PC case lighting under the desk. Soft natural falloff into the background. The pan catches a brief warm lamp glint as it whips through the swing arc, and the contact shadow of the pan and her arms sweeps across the man's back at the moment of impact. AUDIO Clear adult feminine Japanese anime voice with accurate lip sync delivering exactly: 「おやすみなさい!」 A sharp air-whoosh as the pan whips through its arc, ending in a single bright comedic metallic BONK on contact, followed immediately by a solid wooden thud as his head hits the desk and a lighter second tap on the bounce landing. Continuous quiet keyboard taps and mouse clicks up to the hit, then silence from the desk. Computer-fan hum, faint game audio from the speakers, quiet room tone, distant city ambience through the window. Her light footsteps on the floor, then a short bright giggle as she runs. Only the listed sounds and the single spoken line. STYLE Photorealistic cluttered apartment interior combined with a crisp, clean 2D cel-shaded adult anime character. Warm practical lighting mixed with cool monitor and red PC accents, natural contact shadows, light cinematic grain. Wholesome slapstick gaming-comedy tone, the energy of a classic anime frying pan bonk. POSITIVE LOCKS Camera remains completely locked and stationary for the full 15 seconds, identical framing first frame to last. The man keeps facing his monitors until the strike and is knocked out cold on the exact contact frame: head drops hard and fast, forehead smacks the desk, one small five-centimeter bounce, then final rest, body limp and motionless through the end of the shot. Single pan strike only, swung hard and fast with full-body rotation, the arc completed in 0.4 seconds. Anime woman is clearly adult (22+), modest casual gaming-themed clothing, 2D cel-shaded style only. Only the one scripted Japanese line is spoken.

tetsuo

12,738 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

Not just saying this coz cr7's stans are hilariously triggered and running maliciously edited agendas on here - this is just a pure truth nuke: When you actually watch them both play across dozens of full games, Henry in his prime years was generally more unstoppable, more unpredictable, more dominant, more threatening, and more capable of carrying lesser teammates. It's fairly obvious too tbh Cr7 is clearly an all timer of course (nowhere near goat tho), has his own advantages (technical consistency in certain actions/areas, predatory goal-scoring), and deserves a bigger legacy due to immense longevity, skillset, adaptability, records - but he has also benefited massively from selfish main character syndrome + spending his prime stat-padding in two of the most expensive, dominant super teams ever - not to mention the 2 biggest global brands. After Penaldo (+Tevez) left and were replaced inadequately, Utd got a bit worse. Yet they still won more leagues, and got to another CL final shortly after. Real Madrid kept churning big titles no problem. After Henry left, Arsenal went 20+ years without sniffing the same heights. Of course Henry leaving is not the only, or even biggest reason for that - but it is indicative of the environments they operated in. Henry carried Arsenal to their 2 biggest milestones - the invincibles+06 CL final run - far more than Ronaldo has ever carried anything Both at their best, Henry makes you a bit more likely to win football matches in most scenarios. Virtually every defender who played against both around their primes, says Henry was better/tougher, and the tape backs it up. While Henry gets slated by his countrymen, he was better for France than Ronaldo was for Portugal. You can throw all the cherry picked out of context stats and all the ballon d'ors and all the dishonest edited fail comps - or you can extensively watch the actual tape. Henry has bullied and spanked every goat level defender multiple times - not sure Cristiano on his own wud make Carragher sweat much. As a pure individual, a good defender generally locks him up more easily, he's more reliant on elite service (this is all relative, and a matter of degrees ofc) It's also hilarious that Henry legit eats more negative, lazy narratives than cr7 does, despite Cristiano having a much bigger profile, much greater longevity - and still having equivalent black marks (forget world cup or euros record, dont look at his record vs Chelsea or liverpool, especially away, never mind his actual performances which his stats usually inflate) - people seem to lowkey understand in the back of their minds who should be held to higher standards + Henry is hit with bad faith agendas by every modern PL fan cuz they think he's 'gettable' (salah, kdb, cr7, even the odd hazard/drogba stan) Henry was legit a big part of Arsenal becoming a global superbrand, big part of why they have a cultural stranglehold. In his prime, rivals across England would regularly chant his name as he destroyed their teams, just coz of how outrageously good he was. Nothing manufactured. Despite all that he adjusted his role and deferred to Zidane for France and Messi for Barcelona, for the good of the team. Pendu on the other hand got botox, fillers and does buttlicking sycophantic interviews with Piers Morgan for the same reason he fouls his own teammates to statpad another tap in, shamelessly takes his shirt off for the cameras after an invisible performance + penalty to make it 4-1 in a CL final, performatively 'coaches' in euro 2016 (the players who actually won the game didn't notice), and tanked every team for the last 5+ years with his burdening presence: to bolster his own brand/legacy no matter what. Homelander is an unfair comparison, he cannot compete with CRkelly Google 'Cristiano Ronaldo Las Vegas' for more info

TH14 Comps

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STOP poisoning your babies!! "Day 13 after the 💉 7:39 am before daycare 5:10 pm intubated because he can’t breathe. Life flight coming to get him. Life flight leaving with him Him TERRIFIED not knowing what is happening. Chronic ear infections needing antibiotics that wreck their gut? Sick shortly after receiving 💉? “When I got to him that day he started to turn blue. I picked him up and held him out in front of me to open up his airway. He was still moving all extremities at that point. Minutes, maybe even seconds who knows, later his arms went limp and fell back behind him. The rest of his body then quit moving in my arms as well. 9-1-1 rushed us to the ER. All tests, blood work, scans, x-rays were normal. They intubated him because he was struggling to breathe on his own. Life flight came and reintubated him because he was uncomfortable. We got to Childrens at the same time they did. They admitted him and immediately took him for his MRI. Dr. Cullimore knew what was happening before we even got there. They had just had 2 children with the SAME thing leave in the last two weeks with it, they came from the same ER as each other. One left a day before we got there…but it’s “rare” right? They asked all sorts of questions. So many tried to blame his daycare provider. I knew that would never be the case. After his MRI she sat us down and specifically said “this can be caused by a vaccine or a virus”. My heart sank. I knew what happened to him. Still mad I didn’t get that on video. If you can plan a nursery, you can take the time to read an insert for your childs safety and wellbeing. My baby was not sick.”

Died Suddenly

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"At first, I thought someone had heartlessly abandoned their dog outside the grocery store. The real story broke my heart. “Look at him — he’s freezing! You can’t just leave him out here,” I yelled at the security guard, pointing toward a golden retriever tied to the metal railing. The dog was shaking violently in the bitter cold. The wind chill had dropped far below zero. People rushed in and out of the store, heads down, coats pulled tight, acting as if they didn’t notice the trembling animal. I sat in my car with the engine running and the heater blasting, watching him for nearly forty-five minutes. No one came for him. Not a single person stopped. Finally, I couldn’t sit there anymore. I stepped out, untied the anxious dog — his fur stiff with ice — and lifted his heavy, shaking body into the backseat of my car. Anger burned inside me. Who would leave a loyal dog outside during a snowstorm and simply walk away? Once we reached my small apartment, I dried him off with every clean towel I had. I cooked an entire pack of plain hot dogs in a pan, and he ate them eagerly before curling up at the foot of my bed, finally warm and safe. The next morning, I planned to take him to the county shelter and report the situation as animal cruelty. But while drinking coffee and scrolling through a neighborhood app, one post made me stop mid-sip. “PLEASE HELP. My elderly neighbor George’s dog Rocky is missing. George is in the ICU.” My hands trembled as I dialed the number attached to the post. A woman answered, her voice breaking with emotion. She explained that George, a seventy-eight-year-old widower, had collapsed during his evening walk near the pharmacy. He’d suffered a massive heart attack on the icy sidewalk. Paramedics rushed him to the hospital to save his life. They couldn’t take the dog with them in the ambulance. Someone nearby had offered to tie Rocky up somewhere safe and contact animal control. But in the confusion of the storm, that promise never happened. Rocky had simply been left there and forgotten. Instead of driving to the shelter, I went straight to the county hospital—with a very large golden retriever sitting beside me. Getting a sixty-pound dog past security and into the cardiac ward required a little creativity and a lot of quiet pleading. One compassionate head nurse saw the tears in my eyes, sighed softly, and decided not to stop me. I slowly pushed open the door to Room 402. George looked fragile in the hospital bed — his skin pale, tubes connected to machines that beeped softly beside him. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. Rocky let out a soft, desperate whine and gently placed his front paws on the edge of the bed. George’s eyes flew open. He didn’t notice the machines or the wires. Instead, he reached out with trembling hands and buried them deep in Rocky’s fur. Pressing his face into the dog’s neck, he began to cry — deep, emotional sobs that made the heart monitor spike. “I thought I lost you, boy,” he whispered through tears. “I thought I was going to die alone.” His wife had passed away five years earlier. His children lived several states away, busy with their own lives. Rocky was the one companion who gave George a reason to get out of bed every morning. Without him, George was just another elderly man fading quietly in a world moving too fast to notice. I stayed with them for hours, holding George’s fragile hand while Rocky slept peacefully across his feet. Four days later, George was finally discharged from the hospital. No family came to pick him up. So I took the day off from work and drove him home myself. These days, I don’t just rush past my neighbors anymore. Every Sunday, I stop by George’s little house with a bag of groceries. We sit on his porch, drink cheap coffee, and throw a tennis ball across the yard for Rocky while we talk about anything and everything. If you want to see how brightly Rocky’s tail wags now and how happy George is every time he sees him

Crazy Moments

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Buddy had been going to that beach with the Miller family for almost 14 years. When he was young, getting him out of the water was usually harder than getting him into it. He would race into the surf before anyone had finished taking their shoes off and keep swimming until somebody finally called him back. The years changed that little by little. His runs became slow walks, his coat faded around the face, and eventually the Labrador who once spent an hour in the ocean was happy just standing where the water reached his paws. A few days earlier, the family had heard the words they had been dreading. Buddy was very old, and he was very sick. The veterinarian couldn't tell them exactly how much time he had left. There was no dramatic countdown, only the understanding that they were probably looking at days instead of months and that keeping him comfortable mattered more than anything else now. Emma was the one who brought up the beach. It had always been Buddy's place. So they drove him there one more time. Nobody brought a ball. Nobody tried to get him excited or make the afternoon into something it wasn't. They walked slowly down to the shoreline and let Buddy decide what he wanted to do. For a while, he simply stood there. The family stayed several feet behind him while Buddy looked toward the ocean. Then he turned and looked back at them. Emma's eyes were already wet. "We're right here, Buddy." The old Labrador held their gaze for a moment before turning toward the water. His first steps were slow. The wet sand gave slightly beneath his paws, and when the first little wave reached him, Buddy stopped long enough to feel it move around his legs. Then he kept going. The water reached his chest, and for a few seconds he stood quietly looking out at the same ocean he'd been running into since he was a puppy. Buddy started swimming. It was only a few strokes, nothing like the long swims the family remembered. His gray muzzle stayed above the surface while he moved slowly through the shallow water close to shore. Nobody called him back. They just walked along the sand beside him. After a short distance, Buddy slowed and turned his head toward his family again. His mother wiped her face. "Good boy, Buddy. We love you!" Buddy stayed in the water a little longer before coming back toward shore. The family dried him off and sat with him on the sand until the evening grew colder. Buddy rested between them while they talked about old vacations, ruined towels, muddy car seats and all the times he'd refused to leave that beach when everyone else was ready to go home. They knew one last trip couldn't change what was coming. That wasn't the point. For one more afternoon, Buddy got to smell the ocean, feel the water around him and look back to find the same family waiting where they had always been. If you could give your dog one last perfect day, where would you take them?

Gabriele Corno

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This is real gun camera footage from a P-51 Mustang, chasing a German Bf 109 down to the treetops until it goes down in flames. The American pilot flying it, Lt John Kirla, shot down five enemy planes in a single day, becoming an ace in one mission. This footage captures one of his victories over a Bf 109. This is his story.. From Trainee to the Yoxford Boys John Kirla was not a born fighter ace. He was an ordinary young American who had come up through flight training in Texas, graduating at the start of 1944. He learned his trade on trainers, moved up to fighters, and got just 15 hours in the P-51 Mustang before being sent to England as a replacement pilot. He joined the 362nd Fighter Squadron of the 357th Fighter Group, a unit based at Leiston that was already becoming a legend. The 357th was the first group in the Eighth Air Force fully equipped with the Mustang, and it would go on to produce more aces than any other fighter group in the Eighth, including Chuck Yeager and Bud Anderson. Kirla was the newest pilot in a squadron already filled with experienced aces. His job was to escort American bombers deep into Germany and protect them from the Luftwaffe. On November 27 1944, he got the day that would define him. Five Victories in One Mission That morning the 357th ran headlong into a massive swarm of German fighters trying to get at the bombers. Kirla's flight dropped their fuel tanks and dived straight into the middle of it. Almost immediately, the fight became a swirling, low-level brawl of Mustangs, Messerschmitts, and Focke-Wulfs twisting across the sky. Kirla picked out his first target and opened fire, and from that moment he did not stop hunting. In his own account, he spotted a Bf 109 that was attacking an American bomber. He went after it, closed to just 30 yards, and when the German threw his fighter into a tight barrel roll straight down toward the ground, Kirla stayed glued to his tail and, in his words, clobbered him all over until he went down. An Ace in a Day He kept finding more. Again and again through that wild, sprawling fight, Kirla latched onto an enemy aircraft and did not let go. At one point he watched a German fighter shoot down one of his fellow Mustang pilots right in front of him, and closed in for revenge. As he described it afterward, he opened fire, saw pieces start to fly off the enemy aircraft, and watched it fall out of the sky like a leaf drifting to the ground. Rather than breaking away and climbing back to safety, Kirla chased his targets down low, following them almost to the ground, the fighters weaving over villages and treetops until the enemy aircraft finally went down. By the time the fight was over, John Kirla had shot down five German aircraft in a single mission. He had become an ace in a day, one of the relatively few American fighter pilots to achieve that in a single mission. The Mustang That Changed the Air War The Mustang was the aircraft that made days like Kirla's possible. The P-51 combined long range, high speed, and deadly firepower, and it could follow the bombers all the way to their targets and fight the German fighters on equal or better terms. By the end of the war, P-51 groups had claimed close to 5,000 enemy aircraft shot down, about half of all American air-to-air kills in the European theater. Kirla's own group, the 357th, became the top-scoring Mustang group in the Eighth Air Force. Flying one of the finest escort fighters of the war, men like Kirla helped turn the tide of the air war over Germany. The gun-camera film rolling every time he pressed the trigger captured it all, including the footage you are watching. John Kirla's Legacy John Kirla flew on to the end of his combat tour and finished the war as a double ace, credited with 11 and a half enemy aircraft destroyed in the air. He was awarded the Silver Star and the Distinguished Flying Cross for his courage in the skies over Europe. He had gone from a trainee with a handful of hours in a Mustang to one of the deadliest fighter pilots in one of the deadliest fighter groups of the war, in the span of a single year. The footage of his Mustang chasing a Bf 109 down to the trees is only a few seconds long. But behind those few seconds is a young American who climbed into a fighter, dove into a swarm of the enemy, and shot down five of them before the day was out. This was the story of John Kirla. I post a story like this every single day. Most people never see them. Follow so you don't miss the next one.

Untold War Stories

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