Ok hi! You might not remember me but i asked a question involving how i should tell my best friend about omega verse. Well i didn’t tell her exactly hahah, but i sort of was just like “there’s this concept online called a/b/o, here’s what it’s about” she thankfully did not know about the fanfiction genre or i think that conversation would have gone wayyy different haha. Anyway, she actually responded better than i thought and we even talked about who would be what gender and what scents everybody we know would have. I felt so seen and idk how to even describe the feeling but omg! She even helped me add on to my scent. My scent before was honey and this like sweet floral blend, but she told me my scent would definitely have sandalwood in it and i haven’t looked back lol. Thank you for responding to my question ❤️❤️
GASPPPPPASPF{PASDIFJAOFPJOIAFJI I REMEMBER I REMEMBER HI HI HI!!!!! :D
I'm glad to hear it went so well!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love that you guys were able to dive into gender and scents. And that you felt so seen/understood; that is so important. And oh my god, her adding onto your scent?????????!?!?! I LOVE that; that is BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
I am OVERJOYED to hear how well that went, oh my goodnesss!!!!!!! CONGRATS AHHHH!!!!!! WELL WISHES TO YOU BOTH AND ANY FUTURE MISCECANIS ENDEAVORS THAT MAY FOLLOW!!!!!
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also: "you'd marry me if I asked, right?" for lukebobby
They're chilling at Bobby's house, and by that Luke means 'sprawled out on the tile floor in Lola's kitchen while the rickety fan blows tepid air at them'. Luke's barely even wearing a shirt, arm holes cut down to his waist, and he's still too hot. He'd take it off, but that would mean moving, which would mean death.
Bobby isn't faring much better, even though he absolutely refused to wear anything other than black. Which was dumb. Luke wishes he'd just take his shirt off. For cooling down reasons, of course. No other reason. Bobby is staring up at the ceiling fan, which also isn't doing much to cool the place down.
He was still trying to find the willpower to maybe crawl to the freezer to see if there are any ice cubes when Bobby says: "You'd marry me if I asked, right?"
Luke blinks, moving his head. Bobby is still staring straight up at the ceiling. "Sure," he agrees. Then he pauses. "Is this some kind of 'so you can't testify against me in court' thing? Are we murdering someone? Because it's too hot to murder someone."
Bobby huffs out a laugh, eyes finding Luke's for a moment. He looks impossibly fond, and Luke's stomach swoops. Then Bobby looks back up at the ceiling. "You know that my grandmother is like, super rich?" he asks, which didn't make much sense. Unless someone was harassing Lola. Luke is pretty sure he'd murder someone for that. They all would. Lola was a saint.
"Then why can't she buy an air conditioner?" he asks.
Bobby shakes his head. "No, not my Lola. My grandmother. On my dad's side." Ah, that made more sense. Luke was vaguely aware that Bobby's parents were also kind of rich, but they were never around long enough to, you know, spend any of it on their son. Or spend any time with him. Assholes.
"What does that have to do with marriage?" he asks, carefully. Maybe she was dying? Maybe her dying wish was to see her favourite grandson married? Because of course Bobby would be her favourite. He was the best.
"Turns out she has this trust fund for all her grandkids," Bobby says. "Like, a shitton of money. The lawyer just sent the paperwork over, given that we're about to graduate." Well, Bobby is. Luke hasn't been to school since Christmas. He basically lives here now.
Bobby puffs his cheeks, before blowing out a breath. "The trust fund only kicks in if you go to college for any of the three pre-approved majors," he says. "Or if you're getting married. To help kickstart your new life and to pump out more Shaws and continue the family name, and all."
Luke frowns. "Wouldn't you need to get married to a girl to do that?" he points out. "Or at least someone with a uterus?" he amends.
Bobby turns to look at him again, grin sharp. Luke's stomach flutters, the fucking traitor. "That's the assumption, but I've been over the contract seven times now. Nowhere does it say I have to marry a woman."
"Dude, nice. Taken down by heteronormativity," Luke laughs. See, he payed attention when Alex was ranting. He knew big words. With herculean effort, he moves his arm to tangle his fingers with Bobby.
"Bobbert Boba Tea Shaw," he says as seriously as he can with his cheek plastered to the tiles. "Committing trust fund fraud with you is like the second biggest reason I'd want to marry you. Let's do it. Dibs on Reggie as my best man, I bet he'd throw an amazing bachelor party."
Bobby snorts. "As if I'm not invited to your bachelor party. We can just have two, together. One insane one, and then one that Alex plans that will also go off the rails anyways." Luke nods, pleased with that plan.
They sketch out the rest of their wedding, discussing the important stuff: a colour scheme (black and blue), a venue ('I bet Willie can get us in at that weird club they work at') cake flavours (definitely chocolate), and the playlist. That last one takes at least an hour, as they debate if it's gaudy or cool to have their first dance to one of the songs from their demo.
"Wait," Bobby says all of a sudden. "You said committing fraud is the second biggest reason to marry me. What's the first?"
"Oh, I've been in love with you since fourth grade," Luke says, head still lost in playlists and music. When he looks up, Bobby is staring at him. "What? What did I say?"
They do get married, just like they plan. But instead of fraud, they just call it their 'seventh date'.
And they never get divorced.
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Went to a weekday morning minyan for the first time today and really enjoyed it! My home shul is pretty small, so we don’t have weekday services-- only Shabbat & holidays. I generally prefer davening at home during the week anyway due to my work schedule, so that’s totally fine with me. (Plus my shul is 30-45 mins away, depending on traffic.) But now that I’ve moved closer to the ~big city~ near me, I have several larger shuls within a 15-20 min drive. So I’d been meaning to try out a weekday service since it’s more accessible now.
Anyways, I’m really glad I went! I was so anxious (for absolutely no reason!) that I circled the parking lot 3 times before I forced myself to go inside, lol. But everyone was super nice and welcoming. We didn’t quite make a minyan (it’s a holiday weekend and there was no religious school, which cut down on the regulars that normally come), but it was still great to daven with other Jews. If my work schedule/ energy levels allowed for it, I think I’d regularly join a minyan during the rest of the week as well. But if nothing else, I’d like to start making a habit of it on Sundays when I’m off work.
Also, I think I’m still learning the balance between casually chatting with new acquaintances and telling them my entire life story, lol-- specifically when it comes to telling people I converted. Though, this might be a situation where Jumblr has influenced what I think is normal. Lots of folks on here seem to think you should never tell people that you converted because it’s nobody’s business. And while I think there’s some truth to that... idk. Today, I was talking with a couple of guys after services, and they were curious if I grew up nearby (this city has a sizeable Jewish population, so the “Which Shul Did You Grow Up At” conversation is well-loved by locals), if I go to one of the local synagogues, how I learned to read Hebrew, etc.... and so much of that is impossible to answer truthfully without mentioning my conversion process. Sure, I could be evasive and say I didn’t grow up in an observant household, that I began connecting with Judaism after college and learned Hebrew during my adult bnai mitzvah classes... but at a certain point, I’d be spending so much energy avoiding the elephant in the room that it prevents me from fully relaxing and connecting with others. My conversion status isn’t something I want to advertise, but frankly I don’t see any reason to conceal it from people who are genuinely interested in my life and just wanting to connect. Idk... just something I’ve been thinking about recently!
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