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MAKE IT WILD !!

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What if black hole symbolism….

Anyways go white boy go

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thats my grandpa

smth smth Joel's win has long been anticipated since his madness arc in Last Life where he was fighting to live mainly for himself with a fluctuating alliance with Scar, then in Double Life he finally had a teammate who would stay with him–albeit not out of their own choice–which meant at least he had something to fight for. "The ship burns, everything burns!" This time, he went mad because they destroyed the symbol of his relationship–something he built for Etho to prove he's a worthy partner, only for it to burn down just as if breaking him and Etho apart was that easy...and yet, they died together, burning together like their ship, and if you think about it, Joel must've thought the ship burning meant it was as fragile as their forced alliance...but even with his doubts, his hesitation, Etho stayed with him. His rage came from his insecurity, not merely out of loneliness.

Then in Limited Life he finally had real allies, people he'd willingly give up his life for (whereas in Double Life, he had to stay alive for his partner), even intending to sacrifice himself just to break Jimmy's curse. Jimmy's death broke him, drove him to insanity.

In Secret Life, he found himself allied with the people who were shunned when they turned red, and no one thought they'd make it–but they fought together til the end, him and Bdubs together, with Pearl fighting to secure them the win. His allies knew loneliness and desperation, the way it haunted them even with a newfound family. They tolerated each other's madness that way, a visceral understanding of how it feels to lose your mind as you fight and fight for an uncertain future while your former allies seem to turn against you.

Then came Wild Life. Joel has always been wild, driven by rage and an inclination for chaos. But this time, finally seeing how his previous antagonism caused him isolation, he decides that this season is about family. He'll antagonize no one, not even Scott. He never knew how to cope with his natural madness, but now, he made peace with it–with the help of Gem, someone equally unhinged but in control of herself, to ground him and pacify his anger when needed.

This time his violent tendencies didn't bring about his downfall, because this time, he was finally at peace with himself. He wasn't the desperate hunter chasing down victims. His tactic was to avoid and evade, let them chase him down this time, waiting for the time to strike. Gem's death, unlike Jimmy's, gave him the push he needed to focus. And with Scott out of the way, he is now secure in himself, fighting steadily even if he panics internally.

Before, he played the part of the hunter only to fall prey. Now, in becoming the prey, he became the hunter.

Make it wild, the final instruction said. But Joel has always been wild. To be wild is to be passionate, turbulent and volatile, and he has always been those things. But wild can also mean, "to deviate from the intended or expected course." People expected him to lose it and cause his own downfall again. People expected his aggression and explosiveness. They didn't expect him to be, for once, stable.

Joel has always been full of irony. He drives people away from him all while craving a sense of belongingness. He's one of the most violent, yet also one of the most loving. Now, he won Wild Life by being perfectly in sync with himself.

He didn't need to be the villain to be wild. His peace amidst the chaos was wild enough...and even Grian encouraged it. Grian, who has watched from a close distance, once even too close, how desperate Joel was. He saw the growth. And he decided, this time, "You know you could win this, Joel. It's your turn."

And win it he did.

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back back on my streaming :DD

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this is the third time ive done this n i aint even apologetic

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stream kick it cowards

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streaaaamin 🥰

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i opened the door of my house a few minutes ago to bring in something, and only then did i experience for myself just how badly the bushfires are affecting people everywhere right now. i couldn’t see anything past the clinic at the end of my street - just barely 100 metres away - and it was difficult to even inhale. everyone in australia right now, please stay safe and stay inside where possible. we’ll make it through this crisis together

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Reminder that it really doesn’t matter what ways you’re marginalized, if you’re not black you’re just as capable of anti blackness as white cishet people. No amount of “but I’m gay!”, “but I’m trans!”, or “but I’m not white!” changes that.

And being neurodiverse/disabled isn’t an excuse for anti blackness either.

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oh ye btw im alive hi hello to whoever still bothers to lurk on here

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y’all who was your first bias in nct?

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back from the dead to say oH MY G O D ??????

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my laydeeee……. my laydeeee…….. my laydeeeeee……. come oooooon my laydeeeeee

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Today In “Jae vs. Stan Twitter”: Jae discovers #MyDaySelcaDay

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jisung - hogwarts!au + enemies to lovers + “need any help with that?”

library duty was never demanding or much of an entertaining afterschool activity, but ever since the matron madam pomfrey got a new assistant in the hospital wing you had an amount of free time that you could only consider in abundance for a busy bee like yourself. 

stacking book after book on the trolley from the return basket you’d proceed by filling out the return form that some rushing students couldn’t bother to do themselves and then saunter to the according bookshelf among the rows of aisles and return each hardcover to it’s intended place. 

then you’d move to paperbacks and then magazines and pamphlets, each finding its designated spot in a matter of minutes while you fell into a familiar rhythm, one that had become a routine these past two weeks. 

you’d allow your brain to wander away from the undemanding task while you worked on autopilot and yet again you’d, unfortunately, find your thoughts occupied by a certain boy. 

on this particular day, the aforementioned had beat your score in potion class, earning gryffindor 30 points as opposed to your 20 points for the house of ravenclaw. 

there was a certain rivalry between the both of you that was well-acknowledged by both your classmates and professor snape, and while the other students brushed it off with a laugh and the teacher encouraged it as a positive aspect of the learning process, it irritated you quite a bit that said lanky boy could best you in brains when you’d like to believe he was just brawns. you didn’t care enough to bother with how he felt about your subtle head-to-head. 

what irritated you even further was that you were occupying your brain with said inner-turmoil yet again while he probably couldn’t care less. with pursed lips you picked up yet another book from the trolley, stretching your arms and extending upwards to put it on the highest shelf of the creaky bookcase. 

the weight of the book, coupled with the fact that you were vertically challenged led to you having to jump to push the old thing into the minuscule slot where it was supposed to go to be met with no success. it tilted dangerously off the edge, almost suspended in the air, and before you knew it gravity had its word and it was soon sent flying straight towards your poor unsuspecting head. 

bracing for impact, you were more than surprised when it in fact did not occur, as a large hand had reached over you and caught the book, sparing you a fair amount of pain that was due to the weight of the book.

“need any help with that, pipsqueak?”

speak of the devil.

the deep, slightly nasally timbre of park jisung’s voice grated your ears, not because it was particularly annoying, but because of the person associated with it.

“positively not, jisung,” you said, not doing much to conceal your frown as you grabbed to book from his hold still above your head. 

“that so? i could swear that old thing was about to concave your head,”

“you’d be mistaken, my dear rodent,”

“look who’s talking, book rat,” jisung said, quite amused by your back-and-forth.

turning your back to him, you searched the spines of the books to find the dead weight in your arms an alternative spot; you’d rather endure a scolding from mcgonagall than ask the taller boy’s help to put it away for you.

“any particular reason as to why you’re bothering me on this fine afternoon? missed me that much?”

a scoff could be heard from behind you.  

“as if, i came searching for a book,” he replied, and you could detect an almost nervous lilt to his voice.

“well, i’ll be damned! poop hands park jisung here to pick up educational resources,” you exclaimed as you turned around to face him, book still in hand. “and what book would that be?”

the question seemed to catch him off-guard, for a person that claimed that he was here to get a book.

“uuh, actually,” he started, grabbing the one in your hands effortlessly, “it’s this one.”

you gave him a look of suspicion.

“really? “gastronomic guide to rainworms and slugs”? out of all 15764 books this library has to offer?”

a look of embarrassment and pure humiliation graced the boy’s handsome face as he looked down at his new read.

“whatever floats your boat, i guess” you giggled before he could respond in his dumbstruck stupor. caught redhanded.

finally realising his true intention, you allowed a small timid smile to grace your face as you started pushing the trolley down the aisle.

“gryffindor pride really is quite something, huh… you know, if you wanted to spend some time you could’ve just said so,” you laughed quietly as you perused the bookshelves, jisung in tow.

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[11:20 pm] "you're drunk, jeno. sober up." you say, as jeno wraps his arms around you and hugs you even tighter. "i like this feeling though." his lips brushing against the soft of your neck. "cause i don't care what i say." he mumbles, "like i've had a crush on you for the longest time."