You see something like this can look so cringey unless you’ve experienced for yourself the significance of it.
The context of every emotional beat. All the depth. That it’s not just put there for the sake of it but there’s such genuine and sincere intent and heart behind it.
This is why I refuse to allow anyone to refer to Xena and Gabrielle as queerbaiting. It’s the total opposite.
Stygiomedusa gigantea, commonly known as the giant phantom jelly is a part of the monotypic genus of deep sea jellyfish, Stygiomedusa. This is in the Ulmaridae family. It can't actually sting you as its—30-foot-long—”mouth arms” are just there to trap prey rather than sting them.
This ghostly giant is a rare sight.
MBARI's ROVs have logged thousands of dives, yet we have only seen this spectacular species nine times. The first specimen of the giant phantom jelly was collected in 1899, but it was not until 60 years later that scientists recognized this as a new species.
Colombia confirmed the first case of an albino ocelot, after carrying out genetic tests on a feline with white fur and red eyes.
The ocelot was found as a kitten, weighing just 440 grams, in the rural zone of Amalfi and was first thought to be a puma jaguarundi.
Medellin's Conservation Park undertook genetic testing on the animal, concluding it was actually a leopardus pardalis, a native species of ocelot that is found all across the Americas.
*bracing myself on my knees and trying to breath, nursing a cramp*
I got here as fast as I can. I just wanted to point out that THIS…
Is one of the gayest fucking lines of television I’ve heard in my life.
Even if the presence of the song itself somehow wasn’t a flashing spotlight enough, the literal voice of God directly draws attention to it. Telling us that in universe, a nightingale really is in fact singing in Barkley square, and to know its music is sweet regardless of if we can hear it. Just like there are really in fact angels (one fallen but we’ll let it slide) dining at the ritz, and they’ve been falling in love regardless of if they’ve been allowed to openly pursue that feeling.
And hell, maybe it’s BECAUSE of the traffic that the nightingale finally sings. Perhaps it wasn’t ready until it was sure no one else could listen.