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Straight men who are way too into Bob Dylan will cheat on you and try to get high on your mood stabilizers, but straight men who are way too into David Bowie will ruin your $65 eyeshadow palette trying to take an edgy and entirely performative Instagram photo about how misogyny also somehow affects cis men, so honestly, you’re better off just spending your time building a pipe organ out of garbage or some shit if you’re really all that committed to having a huge, loud, tacky waste of space, time, and resources in your apartment.

I don’t want to talk about it! I’m right and that’s that.

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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

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a fools guide to not wanting to die anymore

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by me, a fool who doesnt wanna die anymore 

  1. never make a suicide joke again. yes this includes “i wanna die” as a figure of speech. swear off of it. actually make an effort to change how you think about things.
  2. find something to compliment someone for at least 4 times a day. notice the little things about the world that make you happy, and use that to make other people happy.
  3. talk to people. initiate conversation as often as you possibly can. keep your mind busy and you wont have to worry anymore
  4. picture the bad intrusive thoughts in youe head as an edgy 13 year old and tell them to go be emo somewhere else
  5. if someone makes you feel bad most of the time, stop talking to them. making yourself hang out with people who drain you is self harm. stop it.

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That’s some pretty good advice. I don’t know what’s left of my humor after ‘guess I’ll just die’ jokes but it’s worth a shot.

Personally i went from “guess I’ll die” jokes to “IF I HAVE TO BE HERE FOR 5 MORE MINUTES I PROMISE YOU I WILL BUY JUST, AN ARRAY OF CLOTHES.” and other wild hyperbolic stuff. Just replace the death part with something ridiculous and off topic. Its very entertaining

This also works with calling myself things like stupid, worthless, trash, etc. Even if you do this jokingly to yourself, your brain still believes it, and keeps up the cycle. Seriously, I found that when I stopped saying these things about myself, even jokingly, it made a massive difference.

Here’s a tip I picked up from a friend that’s helped me a lot — replace self deprecating jokes with ironically self aggrandizing jokes

Like every time I trip and fall, instead of saying “l’m just a disaster human” I say “I’m the epitome of grace and beauty”

Or like, when I draw a picture I’m not 100% happy with, instead of saying “my art is trash” I say something like “you know I think it’s time we replaced the Mona Lisa”

When you do that you get to make a joke, but you’re ALSO getting practice building yourself up, y’know?

And eventually it becomes a reflex and you get so used to it that you can say nice stuff about yourself even when you AREN’T joking

Every time my mum and I do/witness something ridiculous and flaily, we have one of two stock responses “You womble” and “It takes years of training to do that.”

Either it was silly/dumb/clumsy, but it’s endearingly so and it’s fine, or it was a pretty impressive fuckup and pretty damn funny really.

larkandkatydid:

“Jingle-Jangle” is actually a technical term is social science research that describes the challenge of measuring/describing/agreeing on important sociological concepts because either people are using different words to describe the same experience (jingle) and/or they are using the same words to describe very different experiences (jangle).  

(it also could be the reverse. I’m not looking it up to double check)

In my work we keep getting caught in the jingle-jangle jungle around the term “empathy”.  Really. I swear. I’m not just beating you over the head with the lessons of this cryptic parable. I really did have to spend 2 hours this week debating the difference between “empathy” and “listening”.  Oh, you think that’s obvious but IT IS NOT!

Anyway, it’s a real term for a real thing that happens all the fucking time and if you don’t notice it happening you will find yourself arguing with people you don’t actually disagree with.