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Bro was a combination of decaying body parts, not a drawn/ animated hunk with a bunch of stitching lines.
Not decaying, just formerly dead. He’s described in the book as being quite handsome, actually, except his eyes—which are the eyes of a corpse
If you think about it, we are all a combination of decaying body parts
Only if you have gangrene.
Well,
a. The monster told his story of travelling through Europe to Victor Frankenstein.
b. Mr. Frankenstein was telling it back to Walton. He wouldn’t bother with details that would offend him.
So, there’s a non-zero chance it did happen, but V.F. didn’t tell.
This post is peak tumblr and I’m here for it 😄
Read the book on how he did it. The creature travelled at night during times when people stayed at home when it’s dark, and avoided villages and towns. Rather simple and realistic.
Maybe he just stank like hell. Nobody likes that.
So… he had a Lemmy account.
So? That’s just being an introvert
Yes, but it does mean that he was less likely to encounter said monsterfuckers
You don’t think monsterfuckers wouldn’t be stalking the night for strange?
In the early 1800s? No, I don’t think so, that would have been how people were labeled as witches or ne’er-do-wells and hung.
Hanged. According to Young Frankenstein the monster was in fact hung.
You don’t think that the Venn diagram of monsterfuckers and introverts have any overlap? At all?
Pre-internet? Pre-social media? In sparsely populated areas? Not really.
Dear diary,
A melancholy has come upon me. I am a fool with an unspeakable, uncurable sickness.
At the tavern this evening, Sir Roger and his friends were speaking of the fairness of the maidens in the village, and I, the fool that I am asked if anyone else did think and agree that;
“Miss Emily would be twice the treat were she to grow the fangs and whiskers of the she-wolf”
They looked at me as a man beset by madness! Realising my error, I panicked and quickly exclaimed;
“Tis merely a jest! Take nothing earnest in mine utterances!”
But they did not stop laughing, until everyone in the room, which is nearly everyone in the village of any standing, was also laughing.
They attempted to mock me by initiating mock-courting, interspersed with howling and growling.
I fled home, ashamed, a fool. As I write this now, every five minutes I hear a howl and some giggling from outside my window.
There must not be another man alive who would understand me and my shameful sickness. Why must I desire this ungodly blend of woman and beast?
I shall leave for London in the morning, to find a cure, or failing that, to meet my end.
they verifiably do, but introverts miss other introverts all the time
Yeah, but introvert monsterfuckers are even less likely to meet the monster, because they’re sitting alone at home fantasizing about monsters.
I think you’re asking the wrong questions.
Lmfao. Easily one of my favorite movies
Victor Deadlock gets all the attention the monster missed out on.
Never put in a shirt
And he’s usually blissfully unaware, it’s great.
Someone probably wanted Frankenstein’s penis. Sorry, Frankenstein’s MONSTER penis.
The question is, whose penis was it before it belonged to the monster?
He does ok in Young Frankenstein.
“You’re incorrigible! Aren’t you? You little zipper neck.”
Is Debbie Ryaning like Taylor Swifting?
I’m pretty sure they’re referencing this specific meme
I don’t know who Debbie Ryan is - the basketball coach, or the actress?
