#jujube

[wangxianficrecs]

jujube by colbygege

jujube

by colbygege

T, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying thinks back on the last month, collecting all the clues that, really, should have tipped him off far sooner than he allowed them to that he was married to Lan Zhan. He has no one to blame but himself, but also? Maybe he's not so mad. Kay's comments: Oblivious Wei Ying but in the cutest way possible and honestly, Lan Zhan was being a little sneaky in this one. When the two decide to move in together, they get married for a rent discount, only Wei Ying doesn't realize the roommate agreement Lan Zhan made him sign was actually a marriage certificate. Cue: him slowly connecting the dots. A very amusing story and a podfic is available as well. Excerpt: When Wei Ying thinks back on this moment, this is when he should have been paying attention and listening instead of being so immersed in his own thoughts. He only picks up pieces of what Lan Zhan is saying: “…Assume the financial responsibility … open a joint bank account … grow savings and portfolio…” Wei Ying tunes back in, stitching the words together with the image of Lan Zhan presenting a document to him. “Oh,” he says, grabbing the document. But his thoughts are still jumbled and his eyes aren’t focusing. “Like a roommate agreement.” “…Something of that nature, I suppose.” Lan Zhan says it almost like a joke. At least in the way that Lan Zhan tells jokes; the way that makes Wei Ying smile and laugh every time because fuck you, Jiang Cheng, Lan Zhan is hilarious. Lan Zhan continues, "If we provide proof, we receive a small discount on our rent." “Say less. Got a pen?”

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, accidental marriage, developing relationship, roommates, podfic available, fluff, silly, no angst, happy ending, friends to lovers, getting together, moving in together, miscommunication, oblivious wei wuxian

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[m-rod-unofficial]

Michelle Rodríguez was born on July 12, 1978...

[thelearningcat]

They were aged out Thursday and sent to find their forever homes. I miss my babies so much. Especially Jujube. She may have been my clear favorite.

[catfindr]

[highwaycakeshop]

흑화당 Chocolate Almond / Orange / Jujube

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baby

[metalmaul]

I'm late to transgender awareness week and to TDOV, but life has been difficult for me recently. It is through that difficulty that I want to post this, however, so please excuse my lateness.

Jujube, my cat of almost 9 years, has been missing for 2 months. I still have hope I might see him again one day, but after searching without result, winter weather upon us, wild animals, cars, and a medical condition he has, I'm not so sure I will be seeing him again. It breaks my heart; he is my best friend... But that isn't really the point of this post.

I want to tell you something about my years with Jujube. I got him when I was about 19 years old, and I am now 28. In those earlier years, I was really rapid-cycling through my identity. I wasn't sure who I was, as many of us aren't. I tried on many different labels, some of which I don't even remember. He was with me through every step of me figuring out who I am— a lesbian, agender lesbian, genderfluid, struggles with bisexuality, realizing I'm a transgender man who is bisexual, struggles with asexuality, feeling i'm totally grey-aro asexual, realizing I'm not only a transgender man, but a whole cacophony of nonbinary genders that are complex and difficult to describe as well making me multi-gendered, and that I do have romantic attraction; that I can be bisexual and grey-asexual, and that's all fine. He was with me when I came out to my family as transgender, he was with me in the years after when my identity started to settle, even if I am still always learning things about myself and likely always will. New discoveries of nonbinary feelings, sexual attraction feelings that seem to come and go unexpectedly, I expect them in the future. But mostly, I know who I am, and I like who I am, and I like that I know who I am.

Through all of this; the confusion, the hardships, the constant misgendering, those slow to adapt to my identity, and the constant worry of being LGBT in this world.

Through all of it, he was simply happy to be my friend. He wanted to be around me. He wanted me to talk to him, and snuggle him, and love him. As a cat, he couldn't give less of a fuck about the human concepts of gender and sexuality. He didn't care about me shaving my head because it made me feel more masculine, or the clothing I wore, or the name I changed to. All he cared about was my, and anyone else who shared time with him's, kindness. He was my truest friend I could rely on through everything, because to him, I was merely a friend. A human being who looked after him. I can't ever thank him enough for that.

Jujube may be with us in this world still; I may get to snuggle him once again, just like always.

Jujube may also be in a world beyond us, where I cannot reach.

In either case, he is always with me, and I am always with him, through love. Forever.

We see so much terrible news about the people like us, because our lives are put in such terrible danger in a society consumed by hatred. Whether it be other people hurting us, or our dear departed who could not handle the stresses of it any longer. We grieve our siblings, our friends, our heroes, our community, our kids, our family. It makes it much harder for us to continue on in this world, but we must remember them, grieve them, celebrate them. We must seek justice for them, seek justice for all of us. We are human beings.

And we must remember that they are with us, and we are with them, through love. Forever.

I share Jujube with you during these times, and any times you're finding it difficult in this world, and within yourself.

I share Jujube with you when you are unsure, when you are finding your identity, and finding your happiness, even if you're not sure how or when you will find it.

Through all transitional periods, through all heartbreak, through all confusion, through all grief, through all stress, through all joy, through all of life.

If ever you need someone, someone who cares purely about your heart, your love, and your kindness— which is not to say that rage, and despair, and frustration are not important feelings for those in our respective situations, particularly those who face intersectional violence, and that to other humans who have nothing but vitriol for and dismissal of you, you must always be kind— but the kindness within yourself. The kindness you would show to an animal who merely sees you as a human being. An animal who overcomes the fear of befriending a giant allowing you to pet them. An animal who is willing to fall asleep beside you, even in your arms, purring away.

If you ever need that kind of friend, know that Jujube is always with you, too. And you are with him. Through love. Forever.

He is your friend, always. He supports you, always.

*As an additional note, I know many terrible people have had pets that they loved, and their pets love them. I also know that animals can be trained to inflict violence (such as police dogs,) and that the hatred and discrimination of pets' owners can rub off on them. Those are things to absolutely be aware of, and are very dangerous.

But I do want to share this post of my Jujube, my story with him, because it helps my grief to pass on his friendship to others. If you need someone who loves you, always, Jujube loves you, always.

[jonlybonlyfromboldlygo]

...if Jujube's character name is a reference to The Birdcage/choreographer I will ascend into the heavens

[ayellowgiraffe]

Launch date is June 27 for Jujube x Tokidoki Little Terrors! Will be in our shop!

www.ayellowgiraffe.com

[butch-farmer]

【二米炊烟】Autumn Collection 漫山的紅葉和香甜的果子，是來自大山的秋日盛宴 by 二米炊烟ErmiChuiyan

[meditationxi]

Dulces Enchilados

https://www.thedenverhousewife.com/2021/02/dulces-enchilados-mexican-spicy-candy/

Plus j’en mange, moins j’aime ça. C’est rare!

[inedoodle]

The ghost dog came to visit.

Guilt and regret oozing from her bite wounds

Memories shining from her fur

Her oriflamme tail held up high in joy and jealousy.

She had the biggest smile

And also the biggest envy

Trying to climb seats too big for her

And filling the space with an ego,

And a grin for life

So big for such a small body.

She’d been that way since a puppy

Loudmouthed, bright and petty

She was also full of love

Of wind, of chases in the warm morning

And dedication burned throughout

Like the fields in february

I disregarded you sometimes

Even your death felt small next to his

One heart can only hold so much

But now it hits me full force

You were always bigger than I thought

You were mine, you were my first

You have filled my chest for years

Waiting patiently – once is not custom

To come out, a September evening in Glasgow

Who would have known

You could swim so far?

[thelearningcat]

When they leveled up to constant wiggles

[photolable]

Jujube, a ber in India. Very tasty.

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the size difference between jujube and jellybelly