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Soft and sweet-smelling little Paimon hehehe. 🤍🤍🤍

The Run 🎤 #fyp #sort #nfstherun #Thechoreographer🎶

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Efectivament. #FrasesEnCatalà #Sort #WilliamShakespeare

Nut Sort Game #sort #nut #nutsort #nutsortgame #gaming

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If the Aranya timeline is correct, they were on their second week of dating at the time of this livestream - you can see how soft and safe they feel with each other, and taking into consideration the context of Shuyuan biting Ollie's finger here, which+

I often wondered why common men from every age and generation have a soft spot for Karna, and not that much for Arjun. Then I realized something. Karna's popularity actually stems from a universal human trait- self-projection. When they see Karna, they just see a man of immense talent who was denied greatness by fate and society; and they recognize their own frustration in him. Most people believe they had great potential that was thwarted by external factors (and never by themselves). They love and root for Karna because he validates their own identity as a tragic, unfulfilled hero.

explainer videos are one of the highest converting formats i automated this video in 10 minutes and turned it into a prompt you guys can use (all for free btw) even though hes not making millions of views per video 100k attentive viewers that are curious to learn something are way more valuable than millions looking for entertainment and might buy anything you slipped inside the video that does not feel like an ad send this to your claude ↓ <inputs> Ask me for the topic and anything it must mention. Then write a 30-60 s script yourself (a 2-line hook, 3-7 points, 1 closing line) and show it to me before you record anything. </inputs> <direction> A 1080x1920 explainer reel on warm cream paper (#EBE7E1 with fine noise grain). Colours: ink #1E1C1A, red #D7372C, grey #8A857E. Cards are #FBFAF8 with a 3px ink border, 20px corners and a halftone shadow (1.7px ink dots on an 8px grid, offset 13px left and 12px down). Captions sit top left (x 120, y 196, 850px wide) in Instrument Sans 500 at 62px. Each word appears on the frame it's spoken, in light grey #B5AFA7, and turns ink in 0.2 s. One key word per line is Instrument Serif italic at 1.16x size, in red. Titles are Anton up to 176px: the first word ink, the second red, with a hand-drawn red swash underline. Small JetBrains Mono labels (25px, grey) sit at y 132: "// 01 · name" on the left, a stat on the right with its number in red bold. Stamps are Anton 52px red text in a 5px red box, tilted -6°. An original cartoon presenter (glasses, hoodie, flat colours, 6px dark brown outlines) stands bottom right, cropped at the chest, about 650x770px from x 430, y 1170. He talks the whole time. Banned: gradients, glow, soft drop shadows, stock photos, emoji, full stops in on-screen text, and any moment where nothing moves for over 1 s. </direction> <structure> Length: the voice decides, 30-60 s. 0 s line 1 states the problem in under 6 words, a UI card shows it and a red strike-through draws across it → line 2 promises the payoff, small cards pop in 0.16 s apart, a red ring draws around the payoff → halftone dot wipe 0.3 s before point 1 → each point: the header label updates, the title slams in on the spoken word, the underline draws 0.12 s later, the main card rises 0.18 s later with a number counting up over 1.15 s, a red #N badge spins in at 0.6 s, a terminal or search bar types one line in under 0.9 s → 0.3 s before the explanation everything exits upward and a demo animation acts out exactly what the voice says, with one stamp landing on the key word → halftone wipe before the last point → the closing line pays off the hook, and the last frame matches the first so it loops. </structure> <build> 1. Tools (all free): Node, FFmpeg, HyperFrames (npx hyperframes init), Kokoro for the voice (pip install kokoro) and faster-whisper for word timings. Install what's missing and tell me what you installed. 2. Voice: read line 1 in 3 Kokoro voices and let me pick one. Then record the whole script at speed 1.1. Cut every pause longer than 0.24 s down to 0.24 s, but only where it's truly silent (check loudness in 0.03 s windows). 3. Timing: run faster-whisper with word timestamps on the final voice file and match it to the script. Every caption word, title, stamp and gesture starts on a real word's start time, never on a guess. 4. Presenter: an SVG rig with separate head, brows, eyelids, glasses, 10 mouth shapes and 2 hands. - Pick the mouth shape every frame from the voice loudness at 30 fps: -42 dB closed, -16 dB wide open, instant attack, 0.55 release per frame. - Blink for 0.14 s every 2.4-4.2 s on a fixed seed. - Sway the head slightly all the time and nod for 0.5 s on each key word. - Raise a pointing hand from below for 1.7 s at every new point, and an open palm on every other explanation. 5. Motion: - pop: scale 0.55 to 1 in 0.34 s, back.out(2.2) - rise: 70px up in 0.4 s, power3.out - exit: 50px up and fade out in 0.22 s - slam: scale 1.22 to 1 in 0.24 s, power4.out - stamp: scale 1.75 to 1 and -18° to -6° in 0.2 s - wipe: 13x23 ink dots grow up to 62px from the centre out, then shrink away, 0.9 s in all 6. Layout: one HyperFrames sub-composition per point, each with its own GSAP timeline. Tracks from bottom to top: paper, scenes, presenter, captions, wipes. Run npx hyperframes check until it shows 0 errors, then look at a snapshot of the first frame of every point before you render. 7. Sound: - one downloaded free SFX per event: pop on cards, whoosh on scene changes, a tick roll under counters, typing under the terminal, a thud on stamps - put the loudest point of each sound on its frame - music at 0.16 volume with a 0.8 s fade out, voice at 1.0, final mix around -15 LUFS </build> <gotchas> Only one .html file can sit in the project root, so keep source files in src/. Every SFX needs its own track and a data-duration. Hide elements with CSS from the start, not with a timeline set at 0, or they flash on frame 1. Inline-block words inside a flex box lose their spaces, so put captions in a normal block. </gotchas> <start> Ask me for the topic first, then show me the script. </start>

extra soft that joshua was the one to reach out holding jeonghan's hand this time :) whole town knows shu's been clingy and touchy-feely with other members but seem to shy away from jh but tonight I feel like he let his defenses down and just went for it

ลี่อยู่โรงเรียนหนูเล่นกับใครลูก : นุเล่นคนเดียว #gemmhouse #WESLEY

it gets me every single time how jungkook doesn’t even bother looking at where taehyung is hitting him because all his attention is on taehyung’s face. just watching him with those soft, adoring eyes. 😭

My Malfoid rewrite of After the Burial (Chapter 22 of HBP, covering Aragog's funeral, when Harry uses Felix Felicis). This comes AFTER my sectum sempra scene in and reconciles Harry and Dracaena. There will be emotional damage. You have been warned.

yall celebrating now wait till you see who’s next 😭

BREAKING: Netanyahu officially loses majority in Israel’s election.

@ayeejuju who nigga

@dxnncho basically the guy who’s about to win is saying netanyahu is a moderate and he’s too soft on palestine

कौन है दिमाग़ी नक्सली?🤔 #sort #DimagiNaxal #WeThePeople

as a guy, you all need to pay attention to this sharp and soft approach 🥹

She’s soft. She smokes. She’s still a princess

Dia ngomong ai sat aja soft spoken njirr😭

My girlfriend put man power in my food. I didn’t notice anything strange at first. We sat at the table, laughing and talking like any other night. The food tasted normal maybe a little richer than usual, but nothing that raised any flags. I cleaned my plate without thinking twice, even went back for a second helping of the stew she had made. She watched me eat the whole time with that quiet little smile of hers, the one that always meant she was up to something. About thirty minutes after we finished eating, she started acting different. She kept looking at me with this sly expression, eyes flicking down to my lap every so often. Then she stood up, stretched in a way that made her shirt ride up, grabbed her bag, and said she had to “run a quick errand.” Before I could even ask where she was going or when she’d be back, she was already at the door. No hug, no kiss, not even a proper goodbye. Just a soft “Be good,” and then she was gone. At first I thought maybe she was joking or would be back in a few minutes. I sat on the couch waiting, phone in hand, scrolling through nothing. Then it started. My dick began to swell. Not the normal way not the slow, pleasant build of ordinary arousal. It got hard fast, harder than usual, and it just kept going. The pressure built and built until it felt like the skin itself was stretched too tight. I shifted on the couch, trying to adjust myself inside my pants, but every movement made it worse. It throbbed so strongly I could feel my heartbeat pulsing through the shaft. My pants felt tight as hell. The head was already pressing against the fabric, leaving a small dark spot where pre-cum had started to leak. I stood up and tried to walk it off, pacing from the living room to the kitchen and back. Every step made the thing bounce and ache. The weight of it dragged against my thigh. I went to the bathroom and tried to relieve myself, thinking maybe that would help settle it. It didn’t. Even after I finished, it stayed rock hard angrier, more sensitive than before. Touching it only made the throbbing worse. The head was so swollen it looked shiny and dark, the veins standing out thick along the shaft. Pre-cum kept leaking no matter what I did, thin strands connecting to my fingers. My balls felt heavy and tight against my body, pulled up high. Hours passed. Midnight came and went. She still hadn’t come back or even texted. I tried lying down on the bed, then sitting up against the headboard, then walking around the apartment again. I took a cold shower, standing under the freezing water until my teeth chattered, but the erection refused to go down. Every few minutes a strong pulse would shoot through it and make me groan out loud. Sleep was impossible. I kept tossing and turning, my dick pressing against the sheets, leaking, aching, demanding attention I couldn’t give it any more. The more I tried to ignore it, the louder the throbbing became. By 2 a.m. I was sweating, frustrated, and half-mad. My stomach still felt a little warm from whatever she put in the food a low, steady heat that seemed to feed straight into my groin. I kept replaying the night in my head: her smile across the table, the way she watched me finish every bite, the casual way she left. She knew exactly what she was doing. She dosed me on purpose and left me stranded with this uncontrollable, painful hard-on that wouldn’t quit. I tried jerking off again, slower this time, hoping to drain the urgency out of it. It only made things worse. The orgasm was intense but incomplete a sharp, almost painful release that left me still fully hard, still throbbing, still leaking. My dick felt even more sensitive afterward, the skin hypersensitive to every brush of air or fabric. I cursed under my breath, paced some more, then collapsed back onto the bed.

The chameleon cat eye gel creates a soft and luxurious pink and mint color. ❤️

Udah berkali-kali semesta memberi kode bahwa gaada satu manusiapun yang bisa jadi sandaranmu. Berdirilah sendiri, berjalanlah meskipun pincang, dan biarkan setiap luka serta rasa sakit yang tertanam menjadi saksi bisu atas ketangguhan jiwa yang selama ini kamu bangun dalam diam. Dunia memang sering kali mengajarkan kita untuk berharap pada pundak orang lain, untuk mencari rumah pada dekapan sesama, dan menggantungkan bahagia pada janji-janji manis yang fana. Namun, semesta punya cara yang jauh lebih keras namun tulus untuk menyadarkanmu, bahwa tempat teraman di dunia ini adalah ketika kamu belajar memeluk dirimu sendiri di tengah badai yang paling sunyi. Ketika orang-orang pergi satu persatu saat kamu jatuh, itu bukanlah bentuk hukuman, melainkan cara semesta memaksa sayapmu untuk tumbuh dan mengepak sendiri. Jadi, jangan pernah menyesali sepi yang datang, jangan pula merutuki jalan terjal yang harus kamu tempuh seorang diri. Teruslah melangkah, meski napas terasa berat dan air mata jatuh tanpa henti. Karena pada akhirnya, versi dirimu yang paling kuat, paling hebat, dan paling merdeka adalah dia yang lahir dari kehancuran, bangkit tanpa bantuan, dan berjalan tegap di atas kakinya sendiri tanpa takut lagi kehilangan.