the moral of frankenstein is if youre going to build a monster out of dead body parts dont make him like 8 feet tall and super strong
or just love your super strong 8 feet tall son
Like, don’t abandon him because you are scared of him. Like you met him a second ago. He just wants a family
The moral of the story is that you need to be prepared for the realities of parenthood before you commit. Sometimes you get what you expected, sometimes you get an eight foot tall super strong patchwork zombie child, sometimes you get neither of those things. No take-backs.
One of the funniest things about this is that the creation is supposed to be “hideous”, but he’s described as looking like some kind of huge goth prince and… really doesn’t sound so bad.
That’s not what’s meant by “hideous” in the text. The creation is not “hideous” as in “aesthetically ugly”, it’s “hideous” as in ghastly, terrifying, shocking, unnatural, wrong, uncanny. Aesthetically the creature is described as “beautiful”, the way Victor painstakingly designed him. That’s why he’s described as sounding like a tall goth prince, and if you interpreted “hideous” to mean “ugly looking”, I can see why it would be confusing.
Moral of Frankenstein: love your giant goth son
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job interviewer: what would you describe as your biggest weakness?
me: oh fake relationship au for sure
So glad coffee exists.
hogwarts houses & autumn aesthetics
gryffindor. oversized jumpers; roasting marshmallows over a crackling fire; laughing hysterically while pumpkin carving; the smell of cinnamon and baking; playing in puddles with bright gumboots; hair blowing wildly in the wind; cute beanies with pom poms; warm, rosy cheeks; burning your tongue when you sip a hot drink too quickly; early morning runs; worn, flannel shirts; pretending to be a dragon with clouds of warm breath in the cold air
hufflepuff. long, woollen socks; vanilla-scented candles; a warm blanket over your shoulders; jumping into a pile of autumn leaves; fluffy earmuffs; creamy hot chocolate with whipped cream on top; hanging fairylights everywhere; playing with your pet on a warm rug; thick mittens; a warm bath to relax after a long day; the crunching of leaves underfoot; capturing the image of dancing leaves with a vintage camera
ravenclaw. people-watching through foggy windows in cafés; reading a favourite book by candlelight; long, thick scarves; staying up late to play board games; wandering aimlessly under falling leaves; oversized, knitted cardigans; muted sunlight filtered through autumn leaves; late nights binging on netflix; a chilly wind freezing the tip of your nose; scribbling in notebooks under overcast skies; the natural silence of the woods; the dancing tendrils of steam from a mug of hot tea
slytherin. cold and misty mornings; warming your hands on a mug of hot coffee; dark lip colours; the dance of walking barefoot across a cold floor; stylish, long overcoats; falling asleep to the pattering of rain on the window; meandering wooded roads; lace-up leather boots; the flickering of candlelight in the dark; lying on a tartan blanket while listening to music through headphones; burying yourself in soft, warm blankets at the end of the day
how to distract yourself from the jonerys scene:
– stare at kit harington’s perfect ass
would date themselves if they could
taurus, leo, virgo, scorpio, capricorn, aquarius
Me: I still ship Gendrya but I’m worried that Arya got a little too dark and gritty for Gendry.
Gendry: I have returned with better biceps and a war hammer so I can fuck some Lannisters/white walkers up.
Me: Oh good they match
did gilly just accidentally prove that rhaegar married lyanna and therefore jon is actually not a bastard after all and in fact he’s the rightful king of the iron throne because i think she just did
Imagine one of those vampires that spent a few decades napping and now they’re trying to catch up as best they can so they’re in a library looking through years of old magazines and overhear some middle-schooler discussing her project about the moon-landing and they’re like “WHAT!!!”
“You have to tell me everything about this!!!”
A confused but enthusiastic sixth-grader unfolds her trifold poster board and tells an absolutely captivated 3000 year old man-eater about the space race.
More like “I LITERALLY HAVENT EVEN GOTTEN THROUGH THE RECONSTRUCTION ERA PLEASE TAG SPOILERS”
I’M!!
“Have you gotten to Franz Ferdinand being shot yet?”
An Austrian Vampire, angrily looking up from a ninth-grade history book: “are you FUCKING KIDDING ME??”“yeah you know…lincoln doesnt get reelected”
Vampire: “well why NOT he seems perfectly capable and oooh…oh…”FRICK
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
“So, you know pluto isn’t a planet, right?”
*Vampire chucks astronomy book written in 1994 at the person*
Imagine the vampire asking people who killed JFK and they’re all like ‘no one knows’ and the vampire just sighs and says ‘ok I know I said no spoilers but this is just getting ridiculous. someone tell me.”
imagine a vampire who’s absolutely mad about having missed a very specific moment and not really caring about the big picture searching for the one history nerd who might know when that outrageous lipstick they loved was put out of commerce, what happened to that minor theatre company debut, a forgetten artist’s they loved fate, if their friends ever did marry, what happened to that family lineage/where are the heirs now, /what happened to that one small hungarian village who was basically only some houses and mud where the heck did my village go/
Dany being torn between bafflement and genuine irritation that Jon cooly refuses to submit cuz she isn’t the scariest thing he currently has to face and he literally has already died once and come back with less fucks to give had me in tears laughing so hard.