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”.
Can we have a movie about Plato starring Dwayne Johnson?
You can’t convince me that wouldn’t be the best thing ever.
I didn’t know I needed this until now. If someone can write a decent screenplay, and we get enough people to talk about it, maybe he’ll actually see it and we can kickstart the shit out of it
Plato’s name is literally just the Ancient Greek for ‘Swol’ how is this the real life
Finn does a lot of reading, when he wakes up. He burns through article after article of history, of linguistics, of culture. He may be strapped down to a bed and fresh from a bacta tank, but he wants to learn more about what it means to be human, and more about what it means to be this human. About the choices he’s made.
In the first 48 hours, Finn comes to learn two particularly important things.
One: that surnames mean where you come from, mean legacy.
Two: that there was a man called Bodhi Rook, and that he was very, very brave.
Later, after he’s finally discharged from med bay, he has to fill out paperwork. Registration, medical history, next-of-kin sort of stuff. Most of it he has to leave blank. He hovers over one little box in particular. Family name. He hesitates. Poe has already offered him his. The admin assistant leans over the desk, nonplussed expression on their face, and suggests he just pick one at random. Neither feels quite right. Neither feels like a history, or like a legacy.
He takes a breath, puts pen to paper, and writes Finn Rook in a wobbly but determined script.
Also: (1) i like to think queen bey took that phone call on a gold phone, solid gold, while being fed grapes, (2) I also like to think she said, “absolutely but on the condition that you treat your part of this with deadly seriousness. I will just not come out if I do not see your A game.” to which channing was like, “i ALWAYS bring my a game to The Dance” and she was like, “i like this one, he may pay homage to me.” (3) she descends on this event like a god in a renaissance play being lifted down in a golden chariot. she arrives in all her glory and then vanishes into the night, magic accomplished. (4) channing tatum is absolutely correct, the rules of decorum clearly state that you bow to queen bey as soon as The Dance is done, those are the RULES
Like what if Baze adopts this really high-strung border collie/pit bull mix when he goes to the animal shelter kind of on a whim and they’re showing him all these adorable dogs and then there’s this one irritable dog with a broken tail and a squint in her eye and the shelter volunteers are like “…yeah be careful, she doesn’t bite exactly but she psychs people into thinking she’ll bite,” and Baze is like, “that’s hilarious, I want that one,” and the volunteers are like “oooooookay bro your funeral” and that’s how Baze adopts Jyn.
And at first they basically live at opposite ends of the apartment, like Jun will literally up and move every time Baze comes near her, but Baze is a Chill Dude Who Fought In Wars And Stuff, he knows from PTSD and figures as long as she doesn’t shit in his bed they’re cool. So eventually they become buddies and go on long walks through the city and when Baze wakes up this is what he sees:
But then one day they’re walking along in the park along the river and this great big fuck-off massive dog demon of death comes loping toward them and Jyn looks about ready to find a switchblade or something and Baze is like “what a stupid way to die” when from right behind said dog demon of death comes an EXTREMELY irritated looking poodle who takes one look at Jyn and makes this annoyed noise that Baze never knew dogs could make.
And that’s how Baze gets adopted by two more dogs, K2 and Cassian:
Walks at this point become a little more difficult, at least until Baze accepts their preferred way of walking: Cassian without a leash and more or less patrolling around them at all times to look for danger, and K2 and Jyn both on a leash – but sometimes K2 is the one holding Jyn’s leash, and sometimes Jyn is the one holding K2′s leash. Baze is just glad they haven’t tried ganging up on him and making him wear a collar, because he’s pretty sure they could swing it.
And all this works out really well until one day Baze is taking his dogs to the vet and there’s a commotion in the back because apparently some purebred labradoodle (”I thought the whole point of those dogs is that they weren’t purebred,” Baze mutters to his seatmate, a cool dude named Bail who’s brought in a wildly antisocial cat named Wedge to treat for a torn-up ear) has shown up and the assistants aren’t sure what to do because he’s not microchipped or tagged or anything but he’s clearly ready to make friends and influence people, and they don’t want to send him down to the animal shelter because they’ve got a backlog and the poor guy might get put down. And Baze really wasn’t gonna do it except the labradoodle (”such a dumb name for a dog”) comes out into the waiting area with one of the vet assistants’ scarf around his neck and he looks dapper as fuck and immediately becomes BFFs with Jyn, who up until now has shown only like two feelings ever. So like, Baze clearly doesn’t have a choice, and that’s how he gets Bodhi:
It should be crowded - it kind of is, Baze makes pretty good living doing security consultation but it’s still just a one-bedroom and like, dogs take up way more space than all those lying obedience book assholes admit. But he’s not that upset about it; it’s kind of nice, especially since none of them are the yappy types or all that clingy except when it comes to mealtimes. They don’t even bark when the doorbell rings or someone walks past; instead they all take up strategic positions around the living room and stare intently at the door, Cassian making a very, very low growling noise.
(It probably should be more worrying than just barking, but Baze came home one day to see the lock busted on his front door. He’d rushed in, sick to his stomach, to find Jyn, Cassian and K2 sprawled out in various places in the living room, Jyn with a spot of blood on her muzzle and Cassian chewing on a shoe that definitely did not belong to him. There was a note that had been shoved under the door: ‘SORRY FOR BREAKING IN BUT FUCK WHY DO YOU OWN WOLVES.’ Baze found Bodhi in the kitchen, shaking like a leaf but looking determined to protect the honor of the food. Baze didn’t bother fixing the lock and he never had troubles with break-ins after that.)
Still, things are good; Baze sleeps well at night despite (because of) the sense of someone in the room, the comforting, begrudging lump of Jyn at the back of his knees. He doesn’t feel as ground down as he did; he smiles at the other people at the dog park (even though he can only really take Bodhi, the other ones try to start shit too often) and sneaking them all down to the river for some highly illegal dog swimming is more fun than a man his age should be having.
It’s great, except that he works long hours and can’t always get home during lunchtime– that grates on him a little, makes him guilty when he comes home after ten hours and the bed is pointedly not-peed-on. So he asks around and gets some references from the solemn-faced woman Mon Mothma who has an entire menagerie of corgis that she brings to the park every day. He gives one of them a call.
“Sure, I’m available. How about I come over and introduce myself?”
Baze blinks at the phone. “Uh. Sure, there’s a coffee shop–”
“No,” the man says, and Baze can tell he’s smiling somehow, “I meant so I can introduce myself to your dogs. I don’t care if you like me, but the dogs need to trust me, otherwise I wouldn’t be a good fit.”
So Baze gives this complete stranger his address and apartment number and spends the next two hours – who says they can be over in two hours? Baze was hoping for like a week to ramp up to this – trying and failing to de-shit-heap his apartment. He even downloads that stupid Unfuck Your Habitat app that his nieces showed him. (It actually worked really well helping him organize his closet.) But when the buzzer goes he figures this is as good as it’s going to get and he buzzes the guy up.
When he opens the door, it’s to a man who’s already (still) smiling, a pair of sunglasses pushed up onto his forehead and a white stick (folded-up cane, Baze had seen a few of them at the VA hospital for guys who’d been blinded by IEDs) in his hand. He’s wearing a leather jacket that somehow manages not to look completely pretentious, and he’s sticking his other hand out. “Hi,” he says, “I’m Chirrut, and I still don’t care if you like me. Where are the dogs?”
And that’s how Baze Malbus falls in love with Chirrut Îmwe and Chirrut Îmwe falls in love with Baze Malbus (and also his dogs).
1.) one or both of people you see as a “straight couple” could be pan/bi/poly/ace
2.) one or both of them could be trans or non binary
3.) you could be misgendering someone
4.) They could be there to give moral support to a queer friend or family member who didn’t want to go alone.
Number four is important
5. They could be there because they support the cause stop fucking gatekeeping
6. They could be there in memory of a loved one, don’t forget Pride used to be a memorial as well as a celebration. I know a good number of straight people who go to Pride to celebrate the lives of friends and family who have died because they want to remember them as they lived, happy and joyful and surrounded by a community that loved them.
Harley is an abuse survivor of course she’d wreck this dude!!!
Can I just say how much I love the implications here?
Harley and Ivy are known public figures. People know who they are, and recognize them. And this kid knows that, despite being violent criminals, they’re safe enough to go to for protection.
Ivy is dead certain that the Batfamily will be okay with them intervening to protect a kid. That has some intersting implications - either she knows damn well where the lines lie and that this is overriding enough to get her a pass, or (more likely, given the first bit) this has come up before.
one of my favorite tropes is villains acting heroically not because the other villain is a threat to them or because it benefits them, but because they have standards
