I hate any movie where the cat dies. I’ve seen and enjoyed a movie where an 11-year-old girl graphically kills a grown man, then uses his body as a weapon to kill another grown man, but cats are stupid as hell and if it was up to them, they wouldn’t even be in this situation. They’d be sleeping somewhere no one could find them. I have not seen the second “Alien” movie because the cat was safe at the end of the first one, which I liked, but I know I won’t be able to help but hate if I have to see that cat die.
I absolutely love it when old people dance to current, popular music just because they like it, not in an attempt to be cool. This is most often seen at weddings, where grandma and grandpa are just having a really good day, feel like dancing, and “Born this Way” just has a really good beat.
Pointing out an attribute of someone or something and having the other person’s eyes light up because they recognize it too, like on Community when Shirley points out that Vaughn always says “Hello” 3 times and everyone lost it when they heard him do it, or how on SVU, they’ll occasionally show the suspect who was emotionally denying everything a second ago smirking (now that no one can see him but the cameras), which is a sure sign they’re guilty and working the long con.
When someone from my past brings up a fond memory they have of me that I only remember because they brought it up.
When I make a reference that’s intended to go over everyone’s head and someone else responds with another reference from the same thing. In that moment, the two of us have communicated volumes that no one else in the room can hear.
When a faucet, even on high pressure, gives out a perfectly clear stream of water, rather than something that looks like a waterfall.
Waking up earlier than you planned, fully rested, seeing that you don’t have to wake up for a while, then just lying in bed and doing nothing because you can, having already allocated that time for sleep. You’re fully conscious, but you get to enjoy just lying in a warm blanket-and-pillow cocoon and not having to deal with anything (because if you did, you would have planned to wake up earlier and do it). It’s like you get to be awake to enjoy sleeping.
Puttering around the house looking for something to eat, then remembering you have leftovers.
rolypolyology said:I watched Drag me to Hell to the end just so I could see the main character get dragged to hell for killing her kitten. That’s how strongly I agree with your first point. Also the sleepy cocoon! That happened this morning. BLISS. Also “puttering”