Matsumoto Jun — Kiiroi Namida
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2001.10.07. ジャニーズ大運動会 in 東京ドーム
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dude, did you ever felt like
your have been done do anything that you could do, and you didn't have the results. it's felt like suck, and your mom can't let your choose your next future.
LET ME BE SUCCESSFUL ONE DAY 😁
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hikss i want this dude
ur paint set up is sick. is it one thing or is it a separate easel and table?
thx! its a cup easel & a manfrotto tripod. ive really been enjoying this set up
heres all my travel watercolor stuff laid out
in addition to the easel & tripod i also bring a portable stool, a block of arches cold pressed 7 x 10 paper, brushes, masking tape, rags, clips, a portable water cup, a spritzer, dr. ph martins bleed proof white, a majohn q1 bent nib fountain pen, mechanical pencil, erasers, & some sketchbooks. it all goes in a barebones harvesting & gathering bag
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PROPOSAL
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader
Warnings: Angsty. Threatening to break up, emotional Leon, fluff near the end!
Words: 420
Author’s Note: DAY 8 IS ACTUALLY ON TIME!
PROPOSAL - an offer of marriage.
“Leon, I’m not doing this with you again!” I shout, frustration seeping out of every pore.
“Oh you’re not doing this again? I have told you so many times, I can’t tell you about my missions,” he snaps, irritation evident on his face. It’s the same argument time and time again.
“It’s not about the missions, and you know that! This about you not opening up to me. You push me away whenever shit gets too emotional!”
“No, I don’t!” He’s yelling now too, both of us getting riled up far faster than we intended.
“Yes you do! Listen, if you feel like you can’t talk to me, whatever.” I find myself continuing before I can even stop myself. “But if that’s the case, you know where the door is.”
And then, silence. Painful, torturous silence. His eyes are locked on me, blues glazed over, as if he’s about to cry. He won’t. He never does. Not in front of me anyways. I scoff, turning away from his agape mouth with my hands on my hips.
“Do you really mean that?” His voice is barely above a whisper, and when I glance back at the man, I almost don’t recognize him. Shoulders sunken down, hands limp at his sides, but the worst of all is his face. A frown pulls at his lips, and the tip of his nose is red, whether from anger or holding back the tears pooling in his eyes, I can’t tell. I feel my own eyes welling up.
“No.” The sound is cracked, practically forced out of my throat. “But I can’t keep feeling like this, Leon. I don’t expect you to tell me things, but I want you to let me be there for you. I want to be the one that you go to when you need comfort. I want you to need me.”
“I do need you.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.” The tears are sliding down my cheeks now.
“I do.”
“Really? Cause -“ suddenly he’s moving. Advancing on me with a determined look in his eyes and for a moment, I want to retreat. He stops in front of me before he drops to one knee.
“Marry me.” I can feel my jaw drop, confusion and shock flooding my mind.
“What?” I ask, dumbfounded. His warm hands grab mine, holding them tightly.
“I will do whatever it takes to prove to you that I do need you. So…” he pauses, taking a steadying breath. “Marry me.”
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if can choose gender, i would like to be man
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