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[orviposition]

can you guys believe that yuri saves lives everyday

[bu99erfly]

YVES LOOP, 240531

[hwanwooyoung]

[210701] M Countdown :: PTT (Paint The Town) :: Yves

[solcarow]

Black Hole Sun

[umbrvx]

sangsoo + body suits

[loonavrsl]

Yves at 4seidon Water Music Festival today ❤️

Source: no_we_did_it, yunalikesgelato

[anthyies]

reach for the star

[chai-en-kaadhale]

RAHH HAN SOOYOUNG IN A VESHTI 🦚🦚🦚🔥🔥🔥 (inspired by yapping on a server also translation under the cut)

hsy: "How is it? my ✨epic swiggity swagger✨>:))"

yjh+kdj: "Wha?"

that being said "✨gethu✨" is a hard word to translate (theres rambling in the notes though so)

[scitty]

READ OMNISCIENT READERS VIEWPOINT NEEAAAWWWWWW❗❗❗❗‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

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[psychicreadsgirl]

Hello! Can you analyze CRUSH and Joy's relationship?

I feel they're still in the honeymoon stage of their relationship (esp for him). Joy can be kind of capricious and sometimes she can be kind of unreasonable for her demands. Joy is used to being treated very well by others likely due to her beauty (for the most part), and so she expects Crush to go above and beyond for her. In a way she knows that she's the good looking one and he is not as good looking as here, so in a way deep down she feels like he has to make up for that in other ways (like she could have gotten in a relationship with someone more good looking and famous or rich but then settled with him). Joy expects a lot from him emotionally. I see him having to do a lot just to make her happy (not just gifting things but rushing to her when she wants him to). He's happy to do these things now and he's quite considerate/thoughtful towards her. He's also quite romantic, but as time goes on, her need to be treated constantly like a princess can get tiring for him. In a way, he did make her become this way because he enabled that sort of behavior too, so it's not 100% her fault.

I also feel that Crush being inspired by Joy can be harmful to the relationship sometimes. Sometimes she doesn't want him to expose so much about their relationship on air. Joy wants to keep things a bit on the quiet side, but Crush can't help but want to share his love for her and their lovely moments. Sometimes they can argue because of this.

I also get the sense that Crush's friends feel that he is too preoccupied with Joy sometimes like he doesn't really make time for his friends anymore. Most of his time is spent with Joy when he's free or he has to leave earlier from events bc of Joy, so they aren't super fond of her. They don't hate her, but I don't see them loving her a lot like bffs.

I do get some sort of disapproval of Crush from Joy's family. They feel that Joy can do better than him. They don't want them to be married at all because they don't think that Crush can provide Joy with the lifestyle that she wants. Crush, in a way, feels compelled to prove himself by doing more for Joy or perhaps even taking on more work to earn more $. He may write more songs or do more endorsements than before or go on more shows, which can in the long run stress himself too much physically and mentally. It's also possible for him to take on debt like credit card debt/loans just to fulfill that luxurious lifestyle that he wants to give Joy and himself.

While they have some chances of marriage from now till 2026, I don't see those as being particularly high. They do have chances of breaking up between now and 2026. If they do get married, they will likely struggle when they start to live together. They have very different ideas about spending and parenting. Crush will also feel a lot of pressure from Joy's family.

[redvelvetsource]

Red Velvet ‘The ReVe Festival 2022 - Birthday’ - ReVe POWER JOY

[bu99erfly]

JOY ♡ SUNFLOWER, 240804

[dailykoreanpop]

[RED VELVET] 'Cosmic' - Midnight sun : JOY

Credit: RVsmtown

[rusquared]

Life, rudely, interrupts my mourning.

Walking up and down my most familiar part of the city, podcast blaring in my ears lest any Silence creep in, I am rudely interrupted by the fireflies coming alight. It’s a gentle twinkle, a passing flicker in one’s periphery, and so you feel compelled to look. Even the rainbow, just faintly visible outside my window after a brief thunderstorm - or the remnants of that lighting to the east half an hour later, illuminating clouds that looked something out of a childhood film - they interrupt me. They interrupt me.

Back to schedule, I pass by a science building and I think, “I should’ve gone there more often.” Or I think of the emails still left unread and go, “I shouldn’t be in this position.” or the uncomfortable envy that occasionally takes over, that I know to be selfish and cruel, but tantalizing nonetheless. This is my daily routine, permeating every moment, interrupted just briefly by the Present.

Sometimes I get sick of mourning Me (the perfect, untouchable, lovable Me) and I turn to other avenues. A piece of art that will occupy my time (I have emails to send, I have work to do) or even the occasional poem, never really written out of joy anymore. Or a paper flower, a crane (I haven’t called my mother in two months).  A dog greeting me in boundless joy every morning  because I can manage the bare minimum of kissing her soft head.

Walking downhill from my evening walk, and determinedly ignoring any person whose silhouette could be someone I know (and therefore someone who will hear of my failure), I read an essay on mourning. Actual mourning, mind you. Of death that is not simply the loss of a possible self, but the loss of a person you could touch and hug and tease relentlessly over a misspoken phrase. I have not, thus far, become familiar with that sort of mourning. I know it will arrive, I can only hope for it to take its time.

But the essay was still gripping. I haven’t even finished it, but it’s echoes are already becoming noticeable in the way I write this poem tonight.  Twice during this reading I paused, took a screenshot, and thought of the story that I love. And immediately I was filled with a slight shame. This beautiful piece on loss and love was probably not meant to be shared with a fictional name by someone who spends most of their waking hours avoiding reality. I wasn’t the target audience, though I know and fear that I one day will be. When that day comes, I wonder if my mourning of Me will finally cease, become silly and ridiculous. How could I mourn a nonexistent self when I’ve lost someone I actually knew and loved?

I digress. The slight chill of the rain is still in the air and the dog once again welcomed me home with her tail wagging furiously. I still have a laundry list of tasks and I still have the aching guilt of shame. Or the aching shame of guilt. The terms tend to get juggled around in my head. I know there is no point in dreaming every minute of a life re-done, much better, a regression, if you will (hah). I only have this life and its mundane hurt, the way the clock doesn’t humor my desperate attempts to stop it, the way the days on the calendar got lost to me even as I was acutely aware of them. Even as I stared at the calendar.

There we go. I’m back on track, fireflies and stories be damned. My imagination is once again active and if you could only see the beautiful plans I have for when that time machine is complete. A life of no mourning except the inevitable mourning that will take its time, because I asked it to. 

I want to draw again.

[home-archives]

2024.06.14 - PAIX PER MIL Update

[Broadcast] Yves Today (6/14) at 5:10 PM #Yves will appear on KBS < Music Bank > .

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[loonavrsl]

240423 arenakorea Instagram post ft. Yves