April-December

She was amazed to discover that when he was saying, 'As you wish,' what he meant was, 'I love you.'

wild mood swings

constant need for attention

hearing about All my problems

crying

having my latest hyperfixation explained to you in excruciating detail

their ceres (the white part of their beak) are larger than Canadian pigeons. not sure why. also, their bodies are sleeker and longer. this is probably because pigeons back home have to survive -35C winters, so only the hefty round ones survive.

I wonder if the smaller ceres in Canadian pigeons are also a cold adaptation? because it’s an exposed fleshy bit with lots of nerve ending for sensory purposes, so I can see frostbite being a problem. or maybe it’s just that different escaped breeds contributed to the population.

and like. first of all even for people with partners that's assuming they're abled themselves and can handle all that. you can't assume that. secondly: what about people who are single, who live alone, who will probably always do so

"get someone to keep an eye on you when you start this new medication" who. "don't over exert yourself" nobody else is going to do the tasks. "this can be a walker or a transit wheelchair so your partner can push you when you get tired" my what

i had to ask my housemate to come to the hospital in a taxi, leave the taxi waiting outside, come inside to fetch me (they wouldn't even let me go from the ward to the taxi even though i could point to my phone and the texts saying that my housemate was outside), and then go back to our house with me. fortunately it was a weekend, so she didn't have to take time off work to do this, but they went on about how she'd have to keep an eye on me for the next day or so

bear in mind that i barely knew my housemate when we moved in together. we had mutual friends but it was an arrangement of convenience

Trying to get the blood people to understand that I had driven there and that no, I didn't have a partner to come fetch me and monitor me was a flipping task and a half.

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“Rumi, you’re—you’re drunk!”

Zoey is red from laughter; Rumi is red from a bit too much soju. It’s snowing as they walk home, side-by-side with clumsy steps that crunch beneath them, but it’s difficult to feel cold with Rumi’s hand wrapped around hers and her lopsided grin, so warm and smitten, chasing away the chill at the tips of her ears.

“And you’re ever so pretty.” Rumi says factually, with an ease that makes Zoey grow redder still. “I have—uh—” Rumi stumbles over nothing, pitching forward a little.

“Oh, boy.” Zoey catches her, biting back a smile. “Careful, baby.”

“I have—” Rumi stammers again, her hands curling into the sleeves of Zoey’s jacket, then she stops when she tilts her head up, because: “Oh.” She’s looking at Zoey’s eyes—then steals a glance down to her lips. “I got distracted.”

“I’m sure,” Zoey huffs out a laugh. “The next time Bobby tries to goad you into matching shots with him I am carrying you over my shoulder and walking out of the bar.”

“But I’m heavy.”

“And cute.” Zoey gives her a little boop on the nose. “Let’s go home, yeah? Mira’s got hot chocolate ready.”

Then Rumi blurts out: “I have a confession.”

That gives Zoey pause. She raises an eyebrow.

“Another secret,” Rumi begins, words sluggish, though the doting look on her face washes away any worry that might have creeped up. Rumi reaches up to fix Zoey’s beanie. “Kept for more than a decade.”

Zoey blinks at her. “If I had nickel… I’d have two.”

“What?”

“Just a saying, jagi.” Zoey says more carefully now, draping her arms loosely around Rumi’s shoulders. They’ve stopped beneath one of the street lamps, and under the light like this, Rumi’s ruddy red cheeks and striking eyes are indescribably beautiful. “What is it?”

“The green gummy bears.”

“The—what?”

“They’re my favorite,” Rumi looks so conflicted as she says it—and Zoey is—

“Oh my god.” Light, delighted laughter begins bubbling in Zoey’s chest and out into the frigid night. Rumi pouts as she places her hands on her waist. “Oh my god—this whole time? You’d always let me have every single one!”

“But they’re you’re favorite,” Rumi’s head falls onto Zoey’s shoulders and she can’t help but snuggle into Rumi’s warmth; to press her nose and laughter into the side of her head as they sway together—until Rumi’s laughing too.

She’s sweet. She’s so sweet—and has been for years and years and years and Zoey wants to pick her up and wrap her in a little blanket and feed her a million little green gummy bears—and maybe some electrolytes for that headache she’ll inevitably have tomorrow, and—

“We can share,” Zoey finally pulls back so she can cup Rumi’s cheeks, warm from the drinks, or the cold, or the adorable blush. Who’s to say. “All I ask is one thing.”

“Anything for gummy bears,” Rumi laughs; brushes their noses together.

“A kiss?”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Rumi leans in.

Full trailer for 'Pickmon', an open-world survival game that looks like 'Pokémon' and 'Palworld', except monster capturing is done with “cards”

Oh hello Ceruledge

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