I think one of the most profound forms of love is "I'll try that, for you. I may not like it, but I'll try it."
It's a confused middle-aged man in a pottery class, whose daughter is helping him with his clay's plasticity. It's a kid scrunching up their brow while listening to their mom's favorite music, trying to figure out why she likes it. It's a girlfriend who says "Yes, I'll go with you" and her girlfriend cheering and buying a second ticket for a con. It's a friend half dragging another friend through an aquarium, the one being dragged laughing and calling out "Wait, wait, I know we're here for the exhibit, but I haven't been here! Slow down!"
It's being willing to spend some of your time trying something new because it makes someone you love happy.
Jellyfish larvae (baby jellyfish)
Nemám slov
served my duty as an autistic artist and made a bunch of autism creature reaction images
They’re distracting a nervous dog during a blood draw.
anyone who told you much ado about nothing is good and worth watching was RIGHT and you should listen to them
When I say I lost my shit at Grogu’s first words, let me tell you, I LOST MY SHIT. All the speculation of what Grogu’s first words were going to be, the build-up of whether he would speak like Yoda or if he would try to say “This is the Way.” or some other wild thing, like those first words were going to be so important, there was so much build-up! Years of build-up in real time! And then Favreau chose THE MOST ANNOYING OPTION POSSIBLE, it’s not even Grogu’s voice, he’s just controlling a robot and then he ANNOYED THE SHIT OUT OF DIN WITH IT just “Yes! Yes. Yes. Yes. NO! NO! YES. YES.” I HAD TEARS IN MY EYES I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD, Favreau chose the most obnoxious route he could think of for Grogu’s first words after years of speculation about how it would happen and it was juvenile ridiculous Star Wars bullshit and Favreau really woke up and chose violence when he wrote that and I respect that choice.
the suffering never ends
My: *máme na svatbě naší želvu*
Lidé: *mají na svatbě své děti*
Dítě a želva, sedící v naprostém tichu proti sobě, telepaticky: "Jsme maličcí. A moc toho nevíme. A ani jeden z nás neumí počítat do čtrnácti. Ale. Máme tady tydle pampelišky. A já si myslim. Že to něco znamená!!!"
(Nyní) synoveček se mě třikrát přišel zeptat, jestli s nim pudu za želvou. Počtvrtý se mě zeptal, jestli nevim o někom, kde ještě neviděl želvu, protože jí chce ukázat někomu, kdo jí ještě neviděl, ale všichni už jí viděli. :( A popátý jsem mu prozradila, že je želva naše, a on se zahihňal, protože mu bylo jasný, že Dýdžej Kompost neni ničí, neb Dýdžej Kompost nemůže být vlastněn, Dýdžej Kompost je totiž spirituální koncept, ale předevšim je to JEHO kamarád, a utek se za nim schovat.
Miluju děti a zvířátka, myslim, že je ilegální nepodporovat jejich přirozenou alianci.