when my grandparents' dog was just a puppy, they had to take her to the vet and she was very very scared, so my grandmother did the only thing she truly knows in terms of showing care: she gave her food. more specifically, she gave her a warm bread roll straight from the bakery next to the vet.
and ever since that day, the dog has to get a small bit of a bread roll every day. before her, my grandparents only ever had bread. now there are always rolls in the house because the dog needs to have a small bit each day.
perhaps there is a deeper thought to be had here: grand communion comparisons, somber wondering about all the jars and tupperware of food I receive from them that stand for the unspoken i love you, i care for you, don't be scared of the world.
but actually I'm here just with the simple news that the cat creature, asshole that he is, learned to break into the pantry and steals bread rolls in his small vicious mouth to give to the dog.
obsessed with the fact that 95% of the conflict in Empire Strikes Back was caused by the Millenium Falcon’s broken hyperdrive and the moment that R2D2 gets on board he literally fixes it with one push of a button
Do you have a patreon? I’d love to support you on there if you do!
Nope but ty! Maybe when the webcomic finally starts up it'll be something I'll do for early updates and extra stuff. I have a bunch of abandoned versions of scenes and episodes (which is why I keep delaying lol..) so there'd be a decent amount to post haha
Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other -> Staring at the ceiling with you, you don’t ever say too much -> He don't understand me, splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter