Tha OG!

"Keep grindin' boy you life can change in one year."

@aakashgupta Incredible, physics is incredible.

Look at this astronaut's face during reentry, knowing the capsule exterior is at 5,000°F. The physics of why he's alive are wild. The air in front of the capsule compresses so violently at Mach 25 that it turns into plasma. 5,000°F on the surface. Half the temperature of the sun. The heat shield absorbs that energy by literally burning itself away, layer by layer, carrying the heat with it as gas. One inch of material is the entire margin. On the outside of that inch: 5,000°F. On the inside: 75°F. Room temperature. The thermal gradient across that single inch is the steepest temperature drop humans have ever engineered. The orange glow in the window is ionized nitrogen and oxygen. That plasma is why comms go black for six minutes during reentry. Ground control can't reach the crew. The astronauts are alone inside a fireball, falling at 25,000 mph, watching the laws of thermodynamics keep them alive through a 1-inch wall. Artemis II did exactly this last night. Four astronauts hit Earth's atmosphere at 24,664 mph, rode a 4,900°F plasma sheath for six minutes of radio silence, and splashed down a mile from target. The heat shield is now being inspected for cracks. They found over 100 on the last unmanned test.

@aakashgupta Couldn't have said it any better. This isn't the 'gotcha' moment they think it is.

This comparison actually proves the opposite of what you think it proves. Sydney Sweeney released 5 movies in the last 12 months. Americana: $500K. Eden: $2.8M. Christy: $1.9M. Reality went straight to streaming. Four consecutive disasters before The Housemaid landed. The Housemaid made $399M because a Freida McFadden bestseller with 4 million copies sold did the marketing for free. Put almost any recognizable actress in that role and it clears $200M. The book carried the box office. Now look at The Drama. $28M budget. Returned it in 7 days. #2 A24 wide release opening ever. 80% of the audience under 35. Original script, no source material, no franchise safety net. Just Zendaya's name on a poster for a Kristoffer Borgli dark comedy. Zendaya is running a completely different playbook. Spider-Man. Dune. Challengers. The Drama. She prints money in franchises, then spends that equity on original work with top-tier directors. She's building an Emmy and Oscar path. Every project is a deliberate choice from a position of strength. Sweeney has the talent. The project selection has been uneven. The $399M number looks like a win until you realize four other bets lost money the same year. One hit out of five is a 20% batting average. The Drama's $34M worldwide in week one on an original script is a flex most actors in Hollywood cannot pull off right now. One of these careers is architected. The other is still figuring out the blueprint.

@aakashgupta This is going to be an interesting watch.

New teaser for The Hunger Games: Sunrise on the Reaping just dropped. Shows the legacy cast transitioning into their younger versions. Elizabeth Banks → Elle Fanning as Effie. Stanley Tucci → Kieran Culkin as Caesar Flickerman. Woody Harrelson → Joseph Zada as Haymitch. This cast is quietly the most stacked ensemble Lionsgate has ever assembled for a single film. Ralph Fiennes replacing the late Donald Sutherland as Snow. Jesse Plemons as young Plutarch. Glenn Close. Kieran Culkin. Maya Hawke. Mckenna Grace. Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson reprising Katniss and Peeta. Billy Porter. Lili Taylor. Kelvin Harrison Jr. That's 4 Oscar nominees and an Oscar winner in the supporting cast alone. The book sold 1.2 million copies in its first week in the US. More than double Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. Three times Mockingjay. Fastest-selling title in the franchise's history. Collins gave them a story people actually wanted this time. Ballad did $349 million worldwide on a $100 million budget with middling reviews and no Jennifer Lawrence. It was fine. Sunrise has Lawrence back, a cast upgrade at every single legacy position, and source material that outsold every prior book. The Second Quarter Quell is also the one Hunger Games event the fandom has wanted to see on screen since 2013. 48 tributes instead of 24. Haymitch's origin story. The arena that broke him. This is the movie Catching Fire teased but never showed. Lionsgate is betting their entire 2026 slate on November 20. Given what they've assembled, it might be the best bet they've made since the original.

@aakashgupta Exactly, she got him to ease up and relax without him even knowing.

She just reverse-engineered the psychology of every high-performer who can't turn off. You can't tell a firefighter to nap. Their entire identity is built around staying alert when everyone else is asleep. Telling them to rest triggers the same resistance as telling them to quit. "Let's watch a show" works because it reframes rest as togetherness. He didn't agree to sleep. He agreed to spend time with her. Sleep was just the side effect. The best people in your life don't argue with your stubbornness. They just build a trap you walk into willingly.

@R0VIEL What did he do please?

@p_seplang @JosConfidential People are getting killed you moron.

@JosConfidential It's not deep dear.

@princessluna237 The one that got his bottle and dipped saw he couldn't cross, realised there was no point figuring out what's been done already and left. He's very valid imo.

The general consensus under the cs & quotes seems to be tilted towards the supposition that what the crying kid exhibits is "cowardice" or "bitchery"... Y'all couldn't be more wrong. In fact, going by what I observe I see he's the leader among the three. - He is the first one to come outside. - He's excited and most vibrant when faced with the challenge. - He is the first to attempt crossing over. - As a matter of fact, he cries more as a result of disappointment on his incompetence, especially after his brother mogs him. Reason why he is not willing to accept the milk easily gotten without him earning his stripes. - Notice him still trying to cross until the very end, even after the other guy had wrapped it up for the day 😂 The personality type he exhibits is called the "Type A" or "Choleric type". Highly emotional and passionate. The sort of people who will wear their hearts on their sleeves without any shame ... Many greats fall under this spectrum. Cristiano Ronaldo is the closest that comes to my mind almost immediately. Gavi, Neymar, Bruno F... It's a boy technical, but Stoicism really doesn't always signify strength. As a matter of fact, the real bitch in that video is the egbon who collected his own milk and vacated the scene as soon as he could 😂😂 Generally, this is the best thing I've watched all week. The sort of content we should be engaging with on a daily, not Pooja and Ruth and Jarvis and em Blessing CEO and VDM brain rots 🤧

@jodambusta @Johny_Paulian The other got his bottle and dipped.

Bitch niggas are born, not made

He has said it na, but people don’t believe him

@itsD3lay Well, what does it mean then.

el verdadero significado de este tatuaje fue algo que me dejó varios días pensando

S/O to the men in the army who are still out fighting. There’s no way my bosses would be out there saying that the terrorists we are fighting and losing to are our brothers who deserve rehabilitation, & I go still continue to fight.

I need you to tell me a reason why you still have hope in someone that took petrol from 185 Naira to 1,500. I’m not even arguing, I just want to understand the mindset…Please school me. 🙏🏽

@Softnessa_ Communication really goes a long way..

I let myself into the men’s bathroom. The women’s bathroom was under construction at work and I didn’t have enough time to go to another floor to find another. Nobody was in there so I slipped in. While I was in the stall I heard the door open and I yelled out “sorry, a woman is in here, hope you don’t mind!” The man said “no problem” and came in and went into a stall. A couple more men came in while I was washing my hands and I told them about the ladies room being under construction. They said no problem, and that we should just use this restroom while we’re here. I stepped out of the bathroom and saw another woman and she said “can we use the men’s room?” and I told her the men seem ok with it. It went on like that all day, all of us using the same bathroom, the men cautious not to use the urinals and the women knocking before entering. It was fine, everyone was fine.

Anything wey odumodu talk today or plan talk tomorrow, he dn talk the opposite two or three years ago.

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

Dear Jos people, show and tell us what you do under this twret. Let’s patronize and help share your business. ❤️🙏🏽

Idanmi Na who reach house sabi drive… no allow your mama sabi your final resting home…

@Precioustumii Even Omah Lay album na 33 minutes.

Talkative😭😭😹

@c0mmandderr Everyone's happy.

and you are yachtless in a shirt. don't act like he's the loser 😭

Once, I went for Confession, and in the middle of it, I started crying and told the priest that I had become a bad girl. He said, “No, bad girls don’t come for Confession.”