He's Dancing

Watch it.

It's not a choice./j

Just Finished Watching The Sea Beast on Netflix...

#ThisIsARec Put it on your watchlist and then watch it the first chance you get. It’s a sweet simple, beautifully animated family pirate sea monster found family adventure fable. An original story, that isn’t a sequel and honestly, deserved a big advertised movie run, that smashed box office records. Unfortunately because it *isn’t* in a known franchise, or based on a popular book series, or even a video game….But a *gasp!* orginal tale from one of the creators of Moana and Big Hero 6 (plus that pannini is still on yall) it did it’s perfunctory preview run, which I hope gets an Oscar nod and now, it’s on Netflix. Look at them: LOOK.

Now go watch this sweet gem and get your calm and positive feels on for two hours. It’s so good I almost forgot to mention the beautifully animated inclusive casting… with actual DARK SKINNED women and a little girl… not light-skinned or biracial as is typical.  

So this is the show, yeah?

Yes

[Description: Tiktok compilation of two dancers in sweats or other gym clothes interpreting various iPhone alert sounds as dance moves synchronized with and vaguely mimicking the sound effects.]

based off the hc ive developed where Red Guy has hella anxiety and dissociation issues

(like me! totally not projecting...)

kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'

"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."

"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."

"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.

Lapras mate for life and ever find themselves another partner after the passing of their previous one.

So seeing this bull on his own with two calves it's likely that his partner had passed leaving him to rear the kids on his own. Judging by the sheer size of this specimen he's fairly old and probably has a fair bit of experience raising previous calves. His partner possibly died of old age before he did. So the calves are in very good hands.

what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?

Yeah analogue horror is cool and all, but have you ever looked at an AI generated image of a mishmash of flesh and nightmare fuel that your brain just cannot wrap around, knowing that somehow the next picture is going to be worse, while a pounding electro industrial beat in the background ramps up your dread and putting you on edge because JJJJJJEEEEESUS THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A LIVING THING