I LEARNED RECENTLY THAT PLATO WON THE GOLD MEDAL IN THE OLYMPICS FOR WRESTLING THREE TIMES. THIS PUTS A NEW PERSPECTIVE ON THINGS. I ALWAYS IMAGINED PLATO TO BE FRAIL AND MISSHAPEN BUT HE MUST HAVE BEEN FRICKEN RIPPED. I WONDER IF ARISTOTLE EVER FELT ANXIETY ABOUT GETTING PHYSICALLY (I.E. NOT JUST METAPHYSICALLY) DISMANTLED BY PLATO. PLATO WAS PROBABLY PISSED OFF BY AT LEAST A HANDFUL OF QUESTIONS ARISTOTLE ASKED HIM. ARISTOTLE WAS A LITERAL GENIUS TOO. IMAGINE PLATO LECTURING AND WRITING ON A BLACKBOARD AND ARISTOTLE THROWING A COMMENT OUT THERE ABOUT SOME COMPLEX MISSTEP IN PLATO’S LOGIC AND PLATO’S CHALK JUST SNAPS AND ARISTOTLE’S TESTICLES SUCK WAY BACK UP TO WHERE THEY DROPPED FROM, THEN PLATO IN A BLUR APPEARS BESIDE ARISTOTLE SITTING AT HIS DESK AND HE PICKS HIM UP AND SUPLEXES HIS MACEDONIAN ASS.
given the content of a lot of Plato’s conclusions I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that Plato responded to a lot of reasonable criticisms with “Fight me” and that was the end of it.
We’re not actually sure whether Plato is his real name! Some people speculate that, because Platon means “broad” in Greek, this was actually his wrestling nick name. Basically, it’s like Dwayne Johnson became a famous philosopher and everyone still called him “The Rock”.
More and more I wish we kind of had time traveling capabilities.
Now I can’t stop thinking about Plato looking like The Rock
has any song ever gone harder than sweet transvestite tho
i am watching rocky horror picture show for the first time so i might as well liveblog it
so far brad is quite incredibly useless. it’s incredible.
question: how attractive am i meant to find frank-n-furter? because i feel like the answer is ‘not as much as i do’
local man born thirty seconds ago immediately begins elaborate song routine about how he wishes he was dead. relatable content
i’m convinced mary shelley would have loved this
wait what the fuck?? what th fuck??
did meatloaf just drive out of a freezer????
WITH A SAXOPHONE????
frank-n-furter just murdered a man because only they are allowed to do solos. gotta respect that artistic integrity.
“yes i’m afraid so”
he tried it with BOTH of them???? what a fucking power move
fucking riffraff cockblocking brad and frank??? completely unfair. very cruel. not acceptable. let rocky wander naked outside in the rain, he’s fine.
‘i’d only ever kissed before’
well that’s just not true, is it, janet. nobody randomly fucks a spooky man in a corset in a tent for their first time. come on.
also can she please put a shirt on? i’m finding it very hard to focus on like. plot. or whatever. she has very nice rockies.
OH SHIT THE OTHER SCIENTIST IS HERE IT’S ALL KICKING OFF
did they just drive his wheelchair through a brick wall
the way that scary sexy lady bangs the gong and cries ‘dinner.. is served!’ and then stands there looking so incredibly proud of herself for like five full seconds until she’s acknowledged is like. that’s truly a mood right there.
that awkward moment when you accidentally killed someone’s nephew and you’re sitting around with a party hat on trying to ignore it
oh what the fuck frank!!! literally what the fuck!!! why do you have a coffin under the dining table! why is there a body there! frank!! come on!! the people were enjoying dinner!
frank!!!!!!
frank’s an alien?????????
this… should probably not be as shocking to me as it is
HE TURNED THEM INTO STATUES???????????
btw as far as i’m concerned the musical numbers in this film are 100% diagetic. i will not be convinced otherwise.
wait they split a brain between two people? they split a brain? transylvania is a planet?
this film has two modes: no plot for forty minutes and forty minutes of plot in thirty seconds
‘they had both tasted… forbidden fruit’ is a nice way of saying ‘both had ole frank stick it in ‘em’
who even IS this guy
this is literally the only valid remaking of frankenstein
once again, i have no idea what’s happening, but i am most certainly into it
frank is so consistently extra
honestly a role model (except for the, uh… murder)
where did he get a POOL?
is now a good time to admit i did not realise they had been eating eddie until i read the wikipedia page
i guess it’s just like that sometimes
when did the professor get stockings and heels? is that just something that happens with exposure to frank-n-furter? do you like, wake up one day and suddenly you’re in full drag and can’t do anything about it?
“I can explain!” and he whispers in their ears
i honestly thought he was telling them he loved them or to hide or something
no, he was just giving them lighting and sound instructions
we stan a legend
again, a surprisingly canonical adaptation of frankenstein here
had victor been murdered by his fellow aliens, that is
the castle just flies up and into space because of course it does
aaaaaaaaand it’s over!!!
i honestly did not think i would enjoy that as much as i did
but i really really liked it
i’m hopefully gonna go see it in my city for halloween and i’m going to be really disappointed if everyone isn’t crossdressing and yelling stuff at the screen
This was a wild ride from start to finish.
Also “this film has two modes: no plot for forty minutes and forty minutes of plot in thirty seconds” is a rather accurate explanation of Rocky Horror.
“Yep, and what else? Like, do you have any… any critiques for me? On–on, like, my parenting style?”
(Ronin fusses harder)
“Yeah, yeah, no, I got that.”
[transition]
(Ronin makes tiny baby struggle noises throughout)
“Yeah, no, I just feel like you’re a little inconsistent, you know? Like your critiques are just a little… hot and cold. If there was just more of, like, a through-line, I feel like, you know, maybe I could learn a little bit more about… you.”
[transition]
(Ronin is quiet until Aragorn appears, begins making soft baby noises)
“I also don’t know if I’m encouraged or unsurprised at the fact that when Lord of the Rings is on, you… you chill out–oh, Aragorn, yeah, he’s right there. Smeagol, though, you didn’t like that face, did you? Can you show them what–”
[transition]
“I thought it might’ve been the bandaid that you got from your first shot today, but no, it was the massive dump and fart that you just ripped against me like a champ. So proud!”
things that always make me happy: serial commenters. there are three types
1) reading a longfic chapter by chapter, leaving an increasingly emotional comment on every chapter, descends into keysmashes near the end: outstanding
2) read one fic by accident, clicked the author name, now working steadily through the backlog and commenting on everything, I wake up to an AO3 inbox full of enthusiasm: precious beyond words
3) the longterm serial commenter whose comment begins with I don’t even know this fandom but because they have followed me from somewhere else: stunning. humbling. magical.
Not that I expect Tumblr to be the kind of place where John McCain’s death to be met with the rending of sackcloth and the gnashing of teeth. But this is a good summation of how i’m feeling right now.
Overdressed & Underappreciated 