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🚨🎙️Wayne Rooney: “Arsenal have been robbed tonight” 🤯 Rooney 🗣️ “I’ll be completely honest, Arsenal were absolutely robbed tonight, there is no other way to put it. You look at that foul on Noni Madueke in the box; it’s a stonewall, 100% clear penalty. How the referee or VAR hasn't given that is beyond me, and it completely changes the dynamic of a Champions League final. But for me, the moment that truly gave it away the moment you knew exactly what the referee was doing was that halftime whistle. To blow the whistle right as Arsenal are literally standing there about to take a corner? I’ve played this game a long time, and you rarely see that unless there’s a blatant bias. It was shocking, and it set the tone for everything that followed. In the second half, it became a totally different game, and not because of the football. The referee made absolutely sure that every single 50/50 call, every little nudge, and every major decision went straight to PSG. It completely killed Arsenal’s momentum. But to be fair, I’m not even surprised. We saw the exact same story when they played Bayern Munich earlier in the tournament. The officiating was heavily skewed then, and it’s happened again on the biggest stage. PSG might be lifting the trophy, but they cannot honestly look at themselves in the mirror and be proud of the way they’ve won this final. To win the biggest prize in club football like that? It leaves a horrible taste. Arsenal deserved so much more tonight.”

🚨🎙️Wayne Rooney: “Arsenal have been robbed tonight” 🤯 Rooney 🗣️ “I’ll be completely honest, Arsenal were absolutely robbed tonight, there is no other way to put it. You look at that foul on Noni Madueke in the box; it’s a stonewall, 100% clear penalty. How the referee or VAR hasn't given that is beyond me, and it completely changes the dynamic of a Champions League final. But for me, the moment that truly gave it away the moment you knew exactly what the referee was doing was that halftime whistle. To blow the whistle right as Arsenal are literally standing there about to take a corner? I’ve played this game a long time, and you rarely see that unless there’s a blatant bias. It was shocking, and it set the tone for everything that followed. In the second half, it became a totally different game, and not because of the football. The referee made absolutely sure that every single 50/50 call, every little nudge, and every major decision went straight to PSG. It completely killed Arsenal’s momentum. But to be fair, I’m not even surprised. We saw the exact same story when they played Bayern Munich earlier in the tournament. The officiating was heavily skewed then, and it’s happened again on the biggest stage. PSG might be lifting the trophy, but they cannot honestly look at themselves in the mirror and be proud of the way they’ve won this final. To win the biggest prize in club football like that? It leaves a horrible taste. Arsenal deserved so much more tonight.”

Adeyemi of Eruwa 🇳🇬🇬🇧

931,753 görüntüleme • 4 ay önce

I’m still here because this was the hardest fan project we’ve faced in these six months. My patience and leadership were tested like never before to the point that I almost gave up in the middle of the preparation. There were nights I whispered to myself, “This will be my last.” I felt so pressured that sometimes I just wanted to hide and run away. On top of it all, I was carrying my own personal struggles, which made every step heavier. We took risks in almost every decision we made during this project. There were times when all we could say was, “Naniniwala kami sa Cheffies.” From tickets and props to the fan project and the fanzone everything was about risk and trust. Trusting the Cheffies that they would show up. Trusting the sponsors that they were only waiting for us to open our plan. Trusting Dustin and Bianca that they would see and hear our efforts. And above all, trusting each other as admins that no matter what happens, we would not give up on this. But it wasn’t just about risks. It was about sacrifices the sleepless nights, the drained wallets, the heavy emotions, and the constant balancing act between work life and fandom life. It was about choosing to fight even when we were tired, choosing to stay even when walking away seemed easier. Every small victory mattered, and every breakdown taught us something new. Looking back at these six months, I realized it’s not only about the events, the projects, or the milestones. It’s about the people who stood by me when I thought I couldn’t go on. The people I met along the way who turned into a second family. The laughter in between the stress, the comfort in the middle of the tears, and the bonds that were built in both the best and worst days. This is why, even when I wanted to let go so many times, I stayed. Because every hardship was matched with a reminder that I was not alone. Because this fandom has become more than just support for Dustin and Bianca it has become a home where friendships are nurtured, where trust is strengthened, and where love is felt. So this 6th monthsary is not just a celebration of Dustin and Bianca, though they remain the heart and reason for all of this. It is also a celebration of the Cheffies who never stopped believing, of the sponsors who trusted us, of the admins who fought side by side, and of the family we’ve built within Casa Dustbia. To Dustin Yu and Bianca De Vera, thank you for being the inspiration that started all of this. You may never fully know the weight of what we’ve gone through, but because of you, we learned to be braver, stronger, and more united. And to my Casa Dustbia family, thank you for reminding me that even in the hardest of our story, there is always something worth holding on to. Six months have passed, but this is just the beginning. More pages are waiting to be written with laughter, tears, risks, and victories. And as long as we continue to believe, to fight, and to love, we will keep turning those pahina together. Happy 6th monthsary, Dustin, Cheffies, Sponsors and Bianca. Mahal na mahal namin kayo today, tomorrow, and in every chapter that’s yet to come. 🫂💛

I’m still here because this was the hardest fan project we’ve faced in these six months. My patience and leadership were tested like never before to the point that I almost gave up in the middle of the preparation. There were nights I whispered to myself, “This will be my last.” I felt so pressured that sometimes I just wanted to hide and run away. On top of it all, I was carrying my own personal struggles, which made every step heavier. We took risks in almost every decision we made during this project. There were times when all we could say was, “Naniniwala kami sa Cheffies.” From tickets and props to the fan project and the fanzone everything was about risk and trust. Trusting the Cheffies that they would show up. Trusting the sponsors that they were only waiting for us to open our plan. Trusting Dustin and Bianca that they would see and hear our efforts. And above all, trusting each other as admins that no matter what happens, we would not give up on this. But it wasn’t just about risks. It was about sacrifices the sleepless nights, the drained wallets, the heavy emotions, and the constant balancing act between work life and fandom life. It was about choosing to fight even when we were tired, choosing to stay even when walking away seemed easier. Every small victory mattered, and every breakdown taught us something new. Looking back at these six months, I realized it’s not only about the events, the projects, or the milestones. It’s about the people who stood by me when I thought I couldn’t go on. The people I met along the way who turned into a second family. The laughter in between the stress, the comfort in the middle of the tears, and the bonds that were built in both the best and worst days. This is why, even when I wanted to let go so many times, I stayed. Because every hardship was matched with a reminder that I was not alone. Because this fandom has become more than just support for Dustin and Bianca it has become a home where friendships are nurtured, where trust is strengthened, and where love is felt. So this 6th monthsary is not just a celebration of Dustin and Bianca, though they remain the heart and reason for all of this. It is also a celebration of the Cheffies who never stopped believing, of the sponsors who trusted us, of the admins who fought side by side, and of the family we’ve built within Casa Dustbia. To Dustin Yu and Bianca De Vera, thank you for being the inspiration that started all of this. You may never fully know the weight of what we’ve gone through, but because of you, we learned to be braver, stronger, and more united. And to my Casa Dustbia family, thank you for reminding me that even in the hardest of our story, there is always something worth holding on to. Six months have passed, but this is just the beginning. More pages are waiting to be written with laughter, tears, risks, and victories. And as long as we continue to believe, to fight, and to love, we will keep turning those pahina together. Happy 6th monthsary, Dustin, Cheffies, Sponsors and Bianca. Mahal na mahal namin kayo today, tomorrow, and in every chapter that’s yet to come. 🫂💛

Sam

19,084 görüntüleme • 1 yıl önce

I went to both Jasmine Crockett’s and James Talarico’s final election Eve rallies. These events could not have been more different. My experiences at both made me convinced of who was going to win tomorrow. Crockett’s event was a “Community Conversation with Congresswomen Crockett, Pressley & Grijalva” at New Faith Church. About ~100 people attended. Talarico’s event was a “Take Back Texas Tour: Rally in Houston.” About ~1,000 people attended. Crockett’s event started nearly an hour later. The pews were half full, and the energy just wasn’t there. I don’t think Crockett’s event was designed to be energetic, but it just wasn’t inspiring. The speakers and the crowd were older, and at one point, one older speaker said “Tomorrow, use Google and Social Media to get your friends to go out and vote.” What does that even mean? Some members of the media left before the event was even over. Crockett’s message was constantly negative against Republicans. There was a lot of focus on identity, too. On how it was really cool that most of the people on stage were congressWOMEN. I would say that crowd of ~100 was 90% black and skewed older On the other hand, Talarico’s event was packed. He had several speakers speak before him to rally up the crowd. The energy was there. When Talarico came on stage, everyone went crazy. Talarico gave his classic stump speak that he’s given at other rallies, but you could tell he was hitting his stride. Talarico’s crowd was more diverse and included a mix and white and Latino people (probably 45% each). I would guess the rest was 5% black and 5% Asian. Talarico didn’t lean into identity, but his message was one of love, and his biggest applause lines were that he was going to win. After the rally concluded, they announced that Talarico would meet anyone and take pictures with anyone that wanted to. The line went out the door. I was in the first half and was able to meet him, but it probably took hours to get through everyone. My conclusion: the late momentum is 100% with Talarico. His campaign is a well oiled machine. There were volunteers with yellow vests everywhere, and they were very aware that the Kalshi odds had them having a last minute surge. My on the ground experience explains why Talarico has jumped 18% from 67% to 85% in the last 24 hours on the Kalshi odds. Momentum means everything in a primary, and let me tell you, James Talarico HAS THE JUICE. I think he wins by double digits

I went to both Jasmine Crockett’s and James Talarico’s final election Eve rallies. These events could not have been more different. My experiences at both made me convinced of who was going to win tomorrow. Crockett’s event was a “Community Conversation with Congresswomen Crockett, Pressley & Grijalva” at New Faith Church. About ~100 people attended. Talarico’s event was a “Take Back Texas Tour: Rally in Houston.” About ~1,000 people attended. Crockett’s event started nearly an hour later. The pews were half full, and the energy just wasn’t there. I don’t think Crockett’s event was designed to be energetic, but it just wasn’t inspiring. The speakers and the crowd were older, and at one point, one older speaker said “Tomorrow, use Google and Social Media to get your friends to go out and vote.” What does that even mean? Some members of the media left before the event was even over. Crockett’s message was constantly negative against Republicans. There was a lot of focus on identity, too. On how it was really cool that most of the people on stage were congressWOMEN. I would say that crowd of ~100 was 90% black and skewed older On the other hand, Talarico’s event was packed. He had several speakers speak before him to rally up the crowd. The energy was there. When Talarico came on stage, everyone went crazy. Talarico gave his classic stump speak that he’s given at other rallies, but you could tell he was hitting his stride. Talarico’s crowd was more diverse and included a mix and white and Latino people (probably 45% each). I would guess the rest was 5% black and 5% Asian. Talarico didn’t lean into identity, but his message was one of love, and his biggest applause lines were that he was going to win. After the rally concluded, they announced that Talarico would meet anyone and take pictures with anyone that wanted to. The line went out the door. I was in the first half and was able to meet him, but it probably took hours to get through everyone. My conclusion: the late momentum is 100% with Talarico. His campaign is a well oiled machine. There were volunteers with yellow vests everywhere, and they were very aware that the Kalshi odds had them having a last minute surge. My on the ground experience explains why Talarico has jumped 18% from 67% to 85% in the last 24 hours on the Kalshi odds. Momentum means everything in a primary, and let me tell you, James Talarico HAS THE JUICE. I think he wins by double digits

Benjamin Freeman

764,513 görüntüleme • 7 ay önce

A 17-year-old bullfighter got KO’d by a bucking bull. According to Levi Stewart on Facebook Yes, 1 am the kid in the orange. I am a 17-year-old bull fighter who is still learning, but I do professional rodeos. The item you see go flying from my face is my Ci Meta glasses. They unfortunately have been shattered, and I do not have the video footage. I would have to pay to get them repaired. The reason I say the glasses took a lot of the impact is because my face was perfectly fine besides a small bruise and a very small hole in my mouth, so the Lord was really watching over me. Now, for the reason why I got kicked in the face. So, when I went to step in there, from my angle, it looked like the bull rider was about to get hung up. I tried to grab the bull's head to straighten him out, but he kept going, so I figured he would keep going straight. So, I went to step in to get to that rope, but I saw his hip turn into me, so 1 threw my arms up and tried to lean back as far as possible. If you watch the video a few times, you can see that on this jump right here, the bull extends his legs, which was unexpected because the last few hops he did not. So, unfortunately, I ended up getting caught in the head, but I am perfectly fine, and it was a great learning experience. There wasn't really much I could have done differently. And the reason that we do not wear helmets is because it would take away field of view, make it harder for us to maneuver around, and it could be dangerous for the bull rider. If we have to work hangups, there are more reasons, but those are just a few.

A 17-year-old bullfighter got KO’d by a bucking bull. According to Levi Stewart on Facebook Yes, 1 am the kid in the orange. I am a 17-year-old bull fighter who is still learning, but I do professional rodeos. The item you see go flying from my face is my Ci Meta glasses. They unfortunately have been shattered, and I do not have the video footage. I would have to pay to get them repaired. The reason I say the glasses took a lot of the impact is because my face was perfectly fine besides a small bruise and a very small hole in my mouth, so the Lord was really watching over me. Now, for the reason why I got kicked in the face. So, when I went to step in there, from my angle, it looked like the bull rider was about to get hung up. I tried to grab the bull's head to straighten him out, but he kept going, so I figured he would keep going straight. So, I went to step in to get to that rope, but I saw his hip turn into me, so 1 threw my arms up and tried to lean back as far as possible. If you watch the video a few times, you can see that on this jump right here, the bull extends his legs, which was unexpected because the last few hops he did not. So, unfortunately, I ended up getting caught in the head, but I am perfectly fine, and it was a great learning experience. There wasn't really much I could have done differently. And the reason that we do not wear helmets is because it would take away field of view, make it harder for us to maneuver around, and it could be dangerous for the bull rider. If we have to work hangups, there are more reasons, but those are just a few.

LASHY BILLS

19,060 görüntüleme • 28 gün önce

If you've never heard of Project Looking Glass, it is usually chucked away instantly. The story kind of goes like this. According to people who say they were briefed on it, the project was about observing possible futures. Early on, the system allegedly showed branching timelines. Different outcomes based on different decisions. War avoided here. Collapse delayed there. Then something changed. Past a certain point, the futures stopped branching and began collapsing into the same outcome over and over again. Operators claimed they could adjust variables, policies, technologies, even disclosure itself, and the end result barely moved. The details shifted a bit, but the outcome didn’t. Some versions say this is when the project was shut down. Others say it wasn’t shut down, but sidelined, because a machine that shows you the future you can’t change is worse than useless. It would destabilize everything. Governments. Religion. Even motivation. If that discovery was real, it would explain a lot of strange behavior over the last century. I don't know if its real, but it lines up with older patterns. Ancient texts that talk about fixed cycles. Civilizations that plan for collapse instead of preventing it. The idea that momentum eventually overrides choice. If Looking Glass was real, It would mean there are phases where systems become so heavy that steering doesn't really matter anymore. If someone saw it clearly, it might explain why so many decisions since then feel like preparation for something no one is saying out loud.

If you've never heard of Project Looking Glass, it is usually chucked away instantly. The story kind of goes like this. According to people who say they were briefed on it, the project was about observing possible futures. Early on, the system allegedly showed branching timelines. Different outcomes based on different decisions. War avoided here. Collapse delayed there. Then something changed. Past a certain point, the futures stopped branching and began collapsing into the same outcome over and over again. Operators claimed they could adjust variables, policies, technologies, even disclosure itself, and the end result barely moved. The details shifted a bit, but the outcome didn’t. Some versions say this is when the project was shut down. Others say it wasn’t shut down, but sidelined, because a machine that shows you the future you can’t change is worse than useless. It would destabilize everything. Governments. Religion. Even motivation. If that discovery was real, it would explain a lot of strange behavior over the last century. I don't know if its real, but it lines up with older patterns. Ancient texts that talk about fixed cycles. Civilizations that plan for collapse instead of preventing it. The idea that momentum eventually overrides choice. If Looking Glass was real, It would mean there are phases where systems become so heavy that steering doesn't really matter anymore. If someone saw it clearly, it might explain why so many decisions since then feel like preparation for something no one is saying out loud.

Jason Wilde

115,140 görüntüleme • 7 ay önce

As I lay there on the highway, he came close, still pointing the gun at me, but I lay still, praying in my mind, “Don’t shoot again.” My Blood was everywhere, and he confirmed I was dead before rushing back to the car and driving off, leaving me in my pool of blood around 1 a.m. I lay there in agony, thinking I was going to die. I asked myself why they had to shoot me again. I wasn’t a threat anymore; why shoot me again? That question echoed in my mind. Cars continued to pass without stopping, avoiding my body in the middle of the road. I waved my hands for help as they drove by, but none stopped. I couldn’t move any part of my body except my hands. Over 30 cars passed without anyone stopping. I realized no help was coming; my motionless body lay in the middle of the road. After some time, I tried shaking my legs, and to my surprise, they moved! I was relieved because I thought they were numb. I decided to move my body out of the road. I attempted to stand but fell because the bullet passed through my hip, only my flesh on the right was holding it. I could feel the pain; the other side was swollen. I wasn’t sure how bad it was, but all my waist was on fire. Some drivers nearly ran over me, forcing me to move my body away from the center of the highway toward the pavements that divide the road. That night was brutal. I lay there, bleeding and in pain, for about two hours, knowing that help wasn't coming. I felt sure I was going to die. As I lay there helpless, my life flashed before me. I thought about my family and how I had come to Awka to bury my mom, now I will be buried. I feared for my siblings, who depended on me, and I called on God for help. Only the sounds of birds and the occasional passing car broke the silence, and I realized no human was coming to help me. I called on my late parents, especially my sweet mom, telling her I was coming because I was so tired. My vision blurred, my throat was dry, and I was too exhausted to wave. I prayed, accepting my fate, gave my life to Christ again, and asked Him to accept my soul. Looking up, I saw only darkness, no hope anywhere, just my blood-soaked body. I was becoming weaker, dizzy, and had a strong urge to sleep, knowing that if I closed my eyes, all the agony would go away. So I decided to let go, imagining my friends finding my body in the morning and taking me to the morgue. I imagined being buried beside my mom and how heartbroken my friends and siblings would be. But still, no help came. I could only guess the time, but I knew the night was long, and daybreak was far off. Just as I was about to close my eyes and accept my death, I saw a torchlight in the distance, about 500 meters away. Hope surged back into me. I knew I could get help if I could reach the light, but I was weak, how can I move my motionless body with damaged waist. I tried to stand, despite the pain in my waist. I moved to the pavement divider, trying to pull myself up, but I fell, hitting my waist painfully on the ground. I tried again, holding onto the pavement, moving slowly toward the light, but the pain was too much, and I fell again. Finally, I decided to crawl toward it. Pushing my body along the rough highway surface with only my elbows and arms, I kept low. Whenever I spotted a car, I lay flat, pretending to be dead, hoping they wouldn’t come back and shoot me a third time. The friction against the rough ground gave me cuts, and my arms began to bleed, but I kept moving. Eventually, I reached there and it was aluminum company near the highway and I began shouting for help. I was so cold, shivering, and very thirsty. I kept calling out, “Help! I need a hospital!” After about 30 minutes, they pointed a torchlight toward me, and a few men came out, cocking their guns—around four armed men. Terrified, I started screaming, “Don’t shoot!”

As I lay there on the highway, he came close, still pointing the gun at me, but I lay still, praying in my mind, “Don’t shoot again.” My Blood was everywhere, and he confirmed I was dead before rushing back to the car and driving off, leaving me in my pool of blood around 1 a.m. I lay there in agony, thinking I was going to die. I asked myself why they had to shoot me again. I wasn’t a threat anymore; why shoot me again? That question echoed in my mind. Cars continued to pass without stopping, avoiding my body in the middle of the road. I waved my hands for help as they drove by, but none stopped. I couldn’t move any part of my body except my hands. Over 30 cars passed without anyone stopping. I realized no help was coming; my motionless body lay in the middle of the road. After some time, I tried shaking my legs, and to my surprise, they moved! I was relieved because I thought they were numb. I decided to move my body out of the road. I attempted to stand but fell because the bullet passed through my hip, only my flesh on the right was holding it. I could feel the pain; the other side was swollen. I wasn’t sure how bad it was, but all my waist was on fire. Some drivers nearly ran over me, forcing me to move my body away from the center of the highway toward the pavements that divide the road. That night was brutal. I lay there, bleeding and in pain, for about two hours, knowing that help wasn't coming. I felt sure I was going to die. As I lay there helpless, my life flashed before me. I thought about my family and how I had come to Awka to bury my mom, now I will be buried. I feared for my siblings, who depended on me, and I called on God for help. Only the sounds of birds and the occasional passing car broke the silence, and I realized no human was coming to help me. I called on my late parents, especially my sweet mom, telling her I was coming because I was so tired. My vision blurred, my throat was dry, and I was too exhausted to wave. I prayed, accepting my fate, gave my life to Christ again, and asked Him to accept my soul. Looking up, I saw only darkness, no hope anywhere, just my blood-soaked body. I was becoming weaker, dizzy, and had a strong urge to sleep, knowing that if I closed my eyes, all the agony would go away. So I decided to let go, imagining my friends finding my body in the morning and taking me to the morgue. I imagined being buried beside my mom and how heartbroken my friends and siblings would be. But still, no help came. I could only guess the time, but I knew the night was long, and daybreak was far off. Just as I was about to close my eyes and accept my death, I saw a torchlight in the distance, about 500 meters away. Hope surged back into me. I knew I could get help if I could reach the light, but I was weak, how can I move my motionless body with damaged waist. I tried to stand, despite the pain in my waist. I moved to the pavement divider, trying to pull myself up, but I fell, hitting my waist painfully on the ground. I tried again, holding onto the pavement, moving slowly toward the light, but the pain was too much, and I fell again. Finally, I decided to crawl toward it. Pushing my body along the rough highway surface with only my elbows and arms, I kept low. Whenever I spotted a car, I lay flat, pretending to be dead, hoping they wouldn’t come back and shoot me a third time. The friction against the rough ground gave me cuts, and my arms began to bleed, but I kept moving. Eventually, I reached there and it was aluminum company near the highway and I began shouting for help. I was so cold, shivering, and very thirsty. I kept calling out, “Help! I need a hospital!” After about 30 minutes, they pointed a torchlight toward me, and a few men came out, cocking their guns—around four armed men. Terrified, I started screaming, “Don’t shoot!”

Daiso Dike

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RUNAWAY FINAL EP #หนีไปก็ตายเปล่าครั้งสุดท้าย #RunawayTheSeries #หนีไปก็ตายเปล่า First of all, let’s talk about the ending. In the series, we added a scene of them going on a trip after being discharged from the hospital. However, the ending everyone saw was the conclusion of the "main story," which follows the original novel. Initially, I intended to end it right there, but I felt it wasn't satisfying enough. So, I added a special chapter specifically to crush Korn even further. Now, let's get to the point. For anyone wondering when Boon was actually possessed, I’m going to reveal everything here. (Please look at the attached images for context on each scene.) Boon was protected by the Moon Deity and possessed her own magical spells, making it impossible for ghosts to harm or retain her. In EP4, when Boon returned to pack her things, her mother inscribed mystic symbols on her right palm to boost her power so she could fight Jomkwan, knowing her vengeance was powerful. If you look closely, every time Jomkwan touched Boon, her hands would burn so hot that smoke appeared. Yet, she fought through the pain without showing it. However, all those protective spells were destroyed the moment Boon grabbed the ritual knife to deflect it from stabbing Win. Once her guardian deity's power weakened, it was game over. Jomkwan began planning to possess Boon the moment she touched her and didn't feel the heat anymore. This is why she stared at Boon for so long; she was calculating. She then tricked everyone into a false sense of security, acting as if she had surrendered and was leaving. The possession actually started the second when Win said, "Let’s finish what we started." Being cunning, Jomkwan slowly took over Boon’s body bit by bit, thinking Boon wouldn't notice. She feared that if she knew, she would use her magic to resist. But she was wrong. Boon knew exactly what was happening, yet she "willingly" let her possess her. Out of guilt for what she had done in the past, she saw this as the only way to atone for her adoptive sister. It was actually Jomkwan who didn't realize Boon was letting her in. The possession became 100% complete after the vacation house was burned down, once all ties were severed and there were no obligations left. Note: Since Jomkwan didn't just want to possess her but wanted to claim the body as her own, Boon’s soul passed away as a result. Regarding Jompol Monk’s advice to burn the house, it wasn't because he wanted to help her. He only realized what was happening after Jomkwan had already fully possessed Boon. She was so convincing that she even fooled a monk. Jomkwan's playfulness in Boon's body when they leave the hospital, and she asks, "Ghosts?" There was no longer any reason to make Win see ghosts, because the real ghost - Jomkwan - was standing right in front of her. Win only truly started to realize something was wrong because the feeling of being near this fake Boon changed. She didn't feel the same heart-fluttering sensation she felt with the real Boon or Thamon. It wasn't until she saw the reflection in the mirror that she finally knew the truth. My favorite line is: "Oops! So you finally realized?" The tone is so mocking and provocative. It perfectly conveys Jomkwan taunting Win, showing her that even though she ran away, it was all for nothing.

RUNAWAY FINAL EP #หนีไปก็ตายเปล่าครั้งสุดท้าย #RunawayTheSeries #หนีไปก็ตายเปล่า First of all, let’s talk about the ending. In the series, we added a scene of them going on a trip after being discharged from the hospital. However, the ending everyone saw was the conclusion of the "main story," which follows the original novel. Initially, I intended to end it right there, but I felt it wasn't satisfying enough. So, I added a special chapter specifically to crush Korn even further. Now, let's get to the point. For anyone wondering when Boon was actually possessed, I’m going to reveal everything here. (Please look at the attached images for context on each scene.) Boon was protected by the Moon Deity and possessed her own magical spells, making it impossible for ghosts to harm or retain her. In EP4, when Boon returned to pack her things, her mother inscribed mystic symbols on her right palm to boost her power so she could fight Jomkwan, knowing her vengeance was powerful. If you look closely, every time Jomkwan touched Boon, her hands would burn so hot that smoke appeared. Yet, she fought through the pain without showing it. However, all those protective spells were destroyed the moment Boon grabbed the ritual knife to deflect it from stabbing Win. Once her guardian deity's power weakened, it was game over. Jomkwan began planning to possess Boon the moment she touched her and didn't feel the heat anymore. This is why she stared at Boon for so long; she was calculating. She then tricked everyone into a false sense of security, acting as if she had surrendered and was leaving. The possession actually started the second when Win said, "Let’s finish what we started." Being cunning, Jomkwan slowly took over Boon’s body bit by bit, thinking Boon wouldn't notice. She feared that if she knew, she would use her magic to resist. But she was wrong. Boon knew exactly what was happening, yet she "willingly" let her possess her. Out of guilt for what she had done in the past, she saw this as the only way to atone for her adoptive sister. It was actually Jomkwan who didn't realize Boon was letting her in. The possession became 100% complete after the vacation house was burned down, once all ties were severed and there were no obligations left. Note: Since Jomkwan didn't just want to possess her but wanted to claim the body as her own, Boon’s soul passed away as a result. Regarding Jompol Monk’s advice to burn the house, it wasn't because he wanted to help her. He only realized what was happening after Jomkwan had already fully possessed Boon. She was so convincing that she even fooled a monk. Jomkwan's playfulness in Boon's body when they leave the hospital, and she asks, "Ghosts?" There was no longer any reason to make Win see ghosts, because the real ghost - Jomkwan - was standing right in front of her. Win only truly started to realize something was wrong because the feeling of being near this fake Boon changed. She didn't feel the same heart-fluttering sensation she felt with the real Boon or Thamon. It wasn't until she saw the reflection in the mirror that she finally knew the truth. My favorite line is: "Oops! So you finally realized?" The tone is so mocking and provocative. It perfectly conveys Jomkwan taunting Win, showing her that even though she ran away, it was all for nothing.

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This was tilmed yesterday atternoon at Compassion Animal Shelter in Richmond, Virginia. The woman is Margaret. 82 years old. The dog is Bella. Eleven-year-old Cocker Spaniel. Margaret and Bella have been together for eleven years. Margaret's husband passed away three years ago. She managed on her own until last month when she had a serious health emergency. Spent two weeks in the hospital. Came home to find she can't manage stairs anymore. Can't walk Bella. Can't care for herself properly. Her daughter found her an assisted living facility that doesn't allow pets. Margaret stood in our hallway yesterday with the surrender papers on Margaret stood in our hallway yesterday with the surrender papers on a clipboard. Hands shaking so badly she could barely hold the pen. Tears dripping onto the forms. Our intake coordinator was trying to help her through it gently. But Bella knew something was wrong. She pressed herself against Margaret's legs. Trembling. Started pawing at Margaret's skirt. Over and over. Like she was trying to get Margaret's attention. Trying to ask what was happening. Margaret tried to keep signing. Made it through the first page. Then Bella pawed at her again. Harder. More desperate. Margaret dropped the pen. She collapsed to the floor... and then she gave it all up and went back home with Bella.

This was tilmed yesterday atternoon at Compassion Animal Shelter in Richmond, Virginia. The woman is Margaret. 82 years old. The dog is Bella. Eleven-year-old Cocker Spaniel. Margaret and Bella have been together for eleven years. Margaret's husband passed away three years ago. She managed on her own until last month when she had a serious health emergency. Spent two weeks in the hospital. Came home to find she can't manage stairs anymore. Can't walk Bella. Can't care for herself properly. Her daughter found her an assisted living facility that doesn't allow pets. Margaret stood in our hallway yesterday with the surrender papers on Margaret stood in our hallway yesterday with the surrender papers on a clipboard. Hands shaking so badly she could barely hold the pen. Tears dripping onto the forms. Our intake coordinator was trying to help her through it gently. But Bella knew something was wrong. She pressed herself against Margaret's legs. Trembling. Started pawing at Margaret's skirt. Over and over. Like she was trying to get Margaret's attention. Trying to ask what was happening. Margaret tried to keep signing. Made it through the first page. Then Bella pawed at her again. Harder. More desperate. Margaret dropped the pen. She collapsed to the floor... and then she gave it all up and went back home with Bella.

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