#yung feeling

[kundool]

ghost market 🍖

[archivedjuice]

marvel's daredevil — 'regrets only' | 2.06

[grvntld]

every time i look at these photos, i remember the feelings i was having right in this moment—i remember feeling like my most radiant self, which then makes me feel like i am my most radiant self now as well, even when im not really feeling like that at all 🥹🤍

i dont know, i guess these photos remind me to let moments be what they are instead of what i think they should be 🧚‍♀️💐 i mean, look at me in these photos; i look so at ease, happy, and even carefree, and i guess thats good enough for me—to know that ive experienced such bliss means i can and i will experience it again 💌✨️

[terrence-silver]

Okay but like past twig and John having a sleepover with tiny da eun and watching her over the summer they would be the best caregivers with her

---

Realistically, I think Terry Silver would hate that. 😬

Not the spending time with John Kreese bit in whatever capacity said time might be spent, but the fact that there's this little kid there...taking up all the damn attention. And he doesn't like sharing. He wants to be the focus. He wants him and John to be the focus and them hanging out. Sure, he charmingly tolerates her for John's sake (and for their Sensei's sake) because John seems taken with her and Terry, he follows John's lead, always, doing everything to appease his friend, but at the same time it's like a clear distraction for the two of them, the adult men, to actually go and do adult men things while out in Korea. They survived Vietnam, for god's sake! They're going through some of the most torturous, backbreaking training known to man under this Master. They've earned their leisure and their fun. Terry's thinking a night out, hookers, blackjack, cigars, some unhinged underground sex club somewhere, down in some nearby city where they preform the craziest things and booze and he'll undoubtedly insist on paying the entire bill for all of these activities too, because why not, but here's this little girl John's playing house with and mothering. Oh, he's a caregiver alright, it is just that Terry thinks John should, you know...stop. It's like, first it is Johnny Lawrence being his hyperfocus back in the States and now it's Kim Da Eun in Korea. They could go out into the jungles of Borneo and Terry swears John would found a pet project for himself there too and there he would be, good, devoted friend that he is, entirely indulging him in it. If he wants to adopt, he should've just said so. Terry knows some people who know some people who can make all the right calls. Sheesh. And what's worse, Master Kim Sun-Yung might just agree with Terry's sentiment and think Da Eun has no business taking up his student's time because this isn't a kindergarten, this is a dojang --- they're his acolytes and not her play-dates, nannies and friends --- leading to punishment possibly ensuing for the little girl. Children with children. Men with men. Keep the two separate is what Master Kim Sun-Yung could say. If Terry discreetly rats her out (which he just might if it means this whole summer camping nonsense is put an end to) he thinks it is well deserved and Terry's convinced it was well deserved too seeing as how this kid downright got in the way of everything, mainly John and him. Master Kim doesn't consider John that good of a student not based on skill, but perhaps due to this lingering softness that should just die already. And it definitely does die by the 80's --- we know that. Terry doesn't have it. That's why he's the actual star golden boy of the dojang. He's duplicitous, he tells on people, he schemes, he's cruel, he's slithery, he's so disciplined and self-content about it he's almost too rigid at times and these are, ironically, top notch Cobra qualities their Master appreciates even at the expense of his own grandchild.

Because Silver knows the creed and ways of things around here.

A little too well, I might add. Takes to it like a fish to water.

He just stands by and blankly watches Da Eun get flogged by her grandfather, even going as far as trying to stop John from intervening. That man doesn't give that many damns for that girl. Perhaps he was only ever just nice enough to warrant Da Eun wanting to fly in to to States decades later, but even that, by the looks of her, she did begrudgingly. First thing she does is ask for John. Woman wasn't at all tremendously pleased to see Terry. Sure, she and her goons immensely respect him and bow to him, but there's no visibly grand warmth there.

But, like, not that we'll ever know for sure, but I feel there's an obvious reason Kim Da Eun likes John Kreese much better in later years and it is the clear fact he was somehow, in ways we'll never see, more genuine towards her. Kids have a way of sensing this. And the adults later on carry this realization forth with them through life. John liked her and Terry was only pretending to, and in fact, probably not even pretending that hard. He never once interacts with her as a child and possibly cordially ignored her and was only ever that typical, artificial manner of faux-polite for the Master's and John's sake. I could be reaching with the characterization but I feel, somewhere deep down, in the vaguest of ways, Kim Da Eun remembers.

Not that Terry dislikes Da Eun, he probably only ever liked her around because John liked her around (And anything for John, right?) but that is probably simultaneously the reason he didn't like her around too much.

[m3t4l-cru5h3r]

BILLTOBER DAY 14 - VALENTINE'S

dont worry, bill, YV has a bigger gift coming for you <3

btw i did not skip day 13 on purpose. i have the sketch down, though i'll finish it tomorrow😼

[pencilandinks]

[crispbeigepages]

~Broken Dreams~

CW| Death, Swearing, Angst

I'm so sorry girlies

Osamu Dazai was fascinated with death. The idea of dying was ironically what kept him going, so why.. Why did it hurt so bad now?

The plan had been going smoothly like usual, with Double Black being sent on yet another mission to eliminate an enemy of the Port Mafia. It was just some gang, what could go wrong?

Everything. Absolutely everything.

"Whew! You didn't even have to break a sweat, Slug!"

Dazai taunted, a large grin on his face as he eyed the redhead. The redhead in question, Chuuya, was not so amused.

"Fuck off Mackerel."

There was a certain shine to Dazai's eyes when he was with Chuuya, something that had only appeared after the two had met.

Chuuya wiped a bit of blood splatter off his face before turning to walk away.

"Let's just report back to the boss-"

Before either boy could react, a flash of light shot past them.

A bullet.

The two turned around to see not only a new enemy in front of them, but all of the gang members that were previously dead had come back to life. Though, they didn't quite look alive. Something about them was unsettling and lifeless. Maybe it was the crooked way they stood or the fact that they retained the injuries that they had before.

The figure in the middle of it all, the new enemy, had this mysterious aura around them. The only real feature they could make out was the figure's height, the rest covered with a dark hooded cloak and silk gloves.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Chuuya exclaimed in annoyance, dreading not the upcoming battle, but the idea of having to deal with Dazai for longer than planned.

The figure said nothing, simply standing there.

A moment passed before the figure suddenly raised their hand to point at the two boys. This signal was clearly the 'go' command for the zombie-like gang members.

"Shit..."

Chuuya and Dazai exchanged a glance, nodding. It was their silent agreement on a plan.

Chuuya sighed in annoyance as he slowly discarded the gloves on his hands, taking a few steps towards the encroaching enemy. Almost as if a switch was flipped, red sparks began crackling around Chuuya.

Corruption.

The power reserved for last resort situations was finally coming out.

Dazai looked on with a grin, having no worries about the outcome of this battle. Any enemy was an easy kill for Chuuya's corruption and Dazai's ability was always there to bring him back to normal.

The battle went a bit longer than anticipated due to the ability of the mysterious figure, but it was still lightwork for Chuuya and Arahabaki.

Soon enough, the sight of blood and death returned to the alleyway they stood in. Dazai waltzed with a spring in his step over to the ferocious Chuuya, humming a tune as he gripped his shoulder.

Like usual, Chuuya fell into Dazai's chest out of exhaustion, leaving the two on the ground comfortably. Dazai chuckled, jostling Chuuya a bit as he flipped the boy around, presumably to look at his 'stupid' face.

"Jeez, normally you last longer before collapsing~"

Dazai teased, his clear innuendo falling on deaf ears as he wiped some residual blood splatter off of Chuuya's face.

Except.. Something was off.

Chuuya was normally more restless in his sleep, and Dazai could've sworn he'd wiped that blood off his lip already..

"Chibi?"

He called curiously, jostling him again.

The realization hit Dazai like a tidal wave, his eyes widening. More blood had poured from Chuuya's mouth as he was moved.

Dazai was shaking, an emotion he seldomly felt creeping up on him.

Panic.

His fingers darted to Chuuya's pulse, only confirming his fears.

Dazai didn't make it in time.

"C-Chibi..?"

The soft question echoed through the alley, emphasizing Dazai's uncharacteristic stutter.

"Chibi, wake up damnit!"

Dazai demanded, shaking Chuuya in desperation.

"Chuuya!"

...

"C-Chuuya.."

Then it came, the familiar feeling of wetness on his cheeks that he knew all too well.

It started of slow and quiet, small sniffles turning into choked sobs as Dazai repeated Chuuya's name to no avail. Soon enough, Dazai stopped shaking Chuuya and instead held him close to his chest.

Dazai Osamu was fascinated with death, reveling in the sight of it, so why did it cause such a painfully empty feeling in his chest? He didn't even like Chuuya.. Why was this so painful?

Dazai held Chuuya's head to his chest, burying his face into that pretty red hair. Chuuya's scent wafted up into his nose. It was a smell Dazai had grown to love, even finding it comforting. What was once comforting was now even more painful.

The sparkle in Dazai's eyes had faded, replaced by empty nothingness. Dazai felt empty, completely numb aside from the searing pain in his chest.

In place of a boy with ambition and a sick reason for living was now an empty husk. There was so much happiness he'd unknowingly linked with Chuuya, all taken away in an instant.

It was his fault.

That thought stung the most, that if he'd been just a little quicker, Chuuya would still be alive.

With a broken voice, he muttered into Chuuya's hair,

"Chuuya please.. Don't leave me..."

The broken cry of broken dreams..

[youripaddress9080]

So many people in my school R anti-abortion I'm gonna kill someome

[torelia-x]

Dich lieben macht kein Sinn.

• Yung Hurn - nichts mehr fühlen

[grvntld]

26 may 2024—got my much wanted (((and needed))) pamper sesh (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ im so happeh like yay!

𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼 hand spa x foot spa × hot stone massage × microdermabration and perfectio x face therapy

𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼 miss v, the one who attended to me, told me my hands are like a baby's bc theyre actually already soft prior to the hand spa lol

𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼 i supah dupah mega ovah missed doing this!

𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼 gosh tell me why did i stop doing this again???¿?? right, life happened—

𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼 felt like a princess—nawp, wait, scratch that hMpf i felt like a dyosa fairy queen thank you very much

[ciphercalamitiez]

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[shiannohana]

dabloons

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

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[thegleampt2fromtheglowpt22001]

last night I had this strange sorrowful dream that I was some sort ov Sci Fi Future Criminal and my crew was attempting a Cyberpunk Data Heist. however I had received from a friend a perfect prophetic vision ov how it was going to go and I was just kind ov going thru motions as if I'd experienced thee whole thing before which I sorta had, which included one member ov thee team dying horribly. so I just kinda had 2 play along knowing I was going 2 have 2 witness her (I remember this character being younger and less cynical than thee other Cyber Criminals) have her like consciousness agonizingly pulled apart by some sorta future intrusion countermeasures, which is what I knew was going to happen. and to make things more complex, at the same time even in this strange future Bladee was playing a house show in my mother's house and I also had to work setting that up and doing sound for this shoegaze band that was opening

[ostrobothnianoccultist]

This is baby sensory to me. All the dnf and this fine mf right here.