ELLEEEEEE THE NEW STROLLONSO PICS 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THEY'RE SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I can't believe we finally got such good pics of them again!! And they were holding mics!!! Video together????????
Instantly,as I saw my tumblr notification about an ask, I KNEW IT WAS YOU!! ZHANKS YOU CATIE AND YSS IM ABSOLUTELY NORMAL !!! They are so adorbale I could write a million words on lance cute little bambi eyes !! As he is looking up!!! AND they are so joyous AND smiley AND happy UGH IM GONNA DIE !!!! WE ARE GETTING FED WITH 3 PICS IM SO FED BUT I NEED MORE OF THEM CUTIES!!!
YEASHH I INSTANTLY NOTICED THAT LANCE WAS HOLDING AN F1!!!! MIC LIKE??!?!?!??! WHAT ELSE COULD IT MEAN THAT VIDEO TOGETHER???like pleaseee f1 gods please please please we need.need another video its been 527722628282938 years and we are STARVED!!!
Cannot get over how happy and goody they looked,ANYONE who has said that they had a beef, NU-UH!!! Ofc they didn't,they love each other LOOKATEM
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Started playing Fallout 4 for the first time to try and get back into the muse for Jess maybe and.
No spoilers but Jesus Christ if I knew the beginning was going to be like this I wouldn't have based my player character off of her
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warning(s) pure angst, jjk chapter 120 SPOILERS
arguments with kento are always the worst.
you’ve learned over the years that you’d probably prefer it if he would just scream back when he’s mad rather than being dead silent.
because when he’s angry, he doesn’t speak. he just gives you space to cool off, then he always makes sure to kiss you before you sleep. a way to let you know that tomorrow is a new day and he still loves you the same even if things are heated; that you can always talk it out with him.
you hate it because he always, always apologizes first even if it’s your fault sometimes, but you always appreciated his way of communicating. it’s as if he would rather take the jab every time than have you mad at him.
however, he couldn’t do so that day— october 31, 2018. he had to go to shibuya and left with tension between the two of you. you don’t even remember what exactly you argued about— all you recall was that it ended with you both saying something that could’ve easily passed as unforgivable, words specifically chosen to wound each other’s feelings.
and as per, kento gave you your space and left with you having the last word.
except you never got that good night’s kiss.
when news reached you, you didn’t even react. how could you? the last words you said to him was “then leave already,” with the coldest, meanest tone you’ve ever spoken to him in.
you just stared at the wall for what seemed like days. people were calling you non stop, but your phone was turned off. you hadn’t even left your shared bedroom. the comforter still had his scent on it and you’re afraid that it’ll disappear if you get up for even a minute and then his passing will feel real.
it wasn’t until ino stopped by to drop off his cellphone— one of the only traces he left that night— that you did something else besides laying down. you stared at kento’s scuffed lock screen, sitting at the dim dining room table.
his wallpaper was a photo of you. he took it while you were eating in the very place you’re sitting in right now and you begged him for days to delete it. he insisted that you looked pretty so you let him be. he’d always been like that, so stern with others but he had such a soft spot for you.
you knew his password because it was your anniversary date, then the messaging app opened as soon as you punched the numbers in. it’s your chat, the last conversation you had on there was him asking if you wanted to eat outside because he was free the next morning and you obliged. that was the night before you had an argument the next day and lunch plans were cancelled.
he had an unsent message— all typed out, but he never pressed the send button for some reason.
he was apologizing for hurting you.
he said that he knows it’s been tough for you these days and how he should’ve seen the signs sooner instead of thinking everything’s okay.
then he apologized again for not being able to kiss you goodnight, and for being a shitty husband that couldn’t tend to his wife’s needs.
the message concluded with “i miss you, my precious girl. make sure to eat and sleep well, i’ll make it up to you soon.”
kento’s death hadn’t hit your reality until those words on the screen registered in your mind. your dry, pale lips from barely drinking water trembled, eyes welled up in tears for the first time since you found out. so many different emotions crashed over you in such little time, your chest felt tight and you let go of his phone, clattering onto the wooden table.
“then leave already,” replayed in your mind over and over and the way his face turned pale from your harsh words. with how things turned out, it almost sounded like you were sending him on death’s row and it made you feel like you’re responsible somehow.
guilt loomed over you like a stormy cloud for making him feel like he wasn’t good enough for you and you wonder how different the future might’ve turned out if you’ve at least gave him a hug before he left.
if you could’ve just set your pride aside and kissed him goodbye like he does with you before you sleep.
and if he still loved you the same at his final moments.
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