Just finished crying
Crying again
sometimes i wonder if in a previous time, you’ve ever passed by someone you’re close to now. like what if your best friend now, you passed by them at a grocery store when you were 5 and didn’t know. or like you passed by your future soulmate at a popular tourist attraction somewhere 10 years ago
My fiancee worked as a groomer at the petsmart where we took our dog when i was a teenager. He would have been 19 and I was 15 or so. Obvi nothing happened then but after we meet online 3- 4 years later and I took him to meet my parents he was like “ok this us going to sound weird but i know your dog”
This is a little different but my fiancée had some minor roles as a child actor, one of which was a movie I saw in theaters while in middle school, and it’s always blown my mind that I saw them on screen a decade before meeting them
We’re not going for the apartment thank goodness
Sometime early but not too early in their relationship, Haruka is out to dinner with Michiru and her parents, because sometimes Michiru has to appease her relations. She’s coached Haruka through not ordering the cheapest thing on the menu, and not offering to pay (something Haruka is equal parts uncomfortable with and grateful for, because she can’t afford anything at the places the Kaiohs frequent).
So Haruka decides to show she can have good taste and be refined, and she orders lobster, because it is, in her mind, the ultimate rich people food.
Haruka has never had lobster.
Michiru is not quick enough to stop her.
The alarm bells start to go off when the waiter ties a bib around her neck. Haruka’s stomach drops as a whole little lobster, shell and all, is placed in front of her. She picks up the lobster cracker with no idea where to begin.
“That looks delightful, love, my I try a bite?”
Haruka wordlessly hands Michiru the crackers, and she expertly opens one of the claws.
“This is terribly rude, I know, but this is so delicious, would you like to share our dishes? Here, you can have some of mine.”
Michiru swaps their plates around, and Haruka is so relieved and so in love she begins looking at engagement rings the very next day.
My fiancee’s dad has suggested we buy an apartment (like a specific one that opened up in his sister’s building) and I don’t know how to process any of it. I only just learned that you can buy apartments and basics about mortgages, and also the numbers are bigger amounts than I can comprehend. It’s all very absurd to me and we have a call with him a little later today about it because he said he’d help (what he meant we don’t know) and I’m trying to fight my instinct to run away from the whole thing because what the fuck.
I don’t understand real estate or money and I don’t understand what’s possible because our financial backgrounds are different, and like, I don’t even know what I’ll say today because it’s so unreal to me.
Oh my god my partner agreed to drink and watch kaguya kaiteiban tonight
I may try and live blog their reactions
So I’ve been doing a bit of fic writing on my phone, because commutes,and I’ve been sending it back and forth to/from my computer via gmail, because I’m not practical enough to just get google docs on mobile. And it turns out gmail does the most useful (and maybe slightly creepy) thing, and every time I email myself from my phone, where I copy and paste the whole thing because I hate trying to highlight anything and default to “select all,” it only shows me the new part, making it optimal for copy+paste.
It’s not even from the first new part on, since I wrote something from the end first and kept it at the bottom. It hides it every time.
I’m just kind of in awe of it.
if you both agree to take a nap instead of going out, it’s a date
#M!!!! #I think if you fall asleep on me it is also a date#@ everyone else I love when my fiancée falls asleep on me#they’re just so cute?? #they fell asleep on my arm this morning#so I just played sm drops one handed while drinking my coffee for like an hour
@sittingoverheredreaming You have a whole photo album dedicated to M sleeping on your phone You’re so #problematic this is a #callout
It’s not problematic I have their permission!!! I’m a good butch I swear!!!
if you both agree to take a nap instead of going out, it’s a date
SittingOverHereDreaming 