#mst3k headcanon

[lexsiyette]

Mystery science theater 3000 monster au (I think we can make aus now!)

Sorry my fingers are photobombing 🧡

[yourfaveisafearavatar]

Joel Robinson from Mystery Science Theater 3000 is an Avatar of The Eye.

[gladismajor]

mike nelson has to be the most time-blind bitch on earth once he gets back. like time stopped working normally for him at least twice while he was on the s.o.l. there's no way he processes time moving normally anymore

[alagrams]

this is probably considered already sorta canon, but I think that when Joel/Mike and the bots are doing their sketch segments between breaks in the movies, Clayton Forrester is watching intently until he realises how completely insubordinate they’re being and gives them movie or commercial sign, unsettled at the fact that he found them slightly witty

[mewglitch]

thinking about my headcannons for Joel and have 3 that I'm playing around with:

Joel is actually stoned half the time, and just stored his weed in the sol cause no one really used it for anything

Joel is just intimating the hippies he looked up to in his youth as a coping mechanism

Both are true

I don't know which is funnier

[dontsnortpixiestix]

I’d say Crow and Tom are in their mid 20s

(Crow is slightly older canonically but prolly not by far!)

And G is in her late 30s

Cambot would say it’s rude to ask but he’s an old fuck, prolly like 45-50 y/o

I wonder what Crow, Tom and Gypsy’s ages are… Anyone have an estimated guess?

[raccoonfallsharder]

not an ask more paying respect lol, i did the ask abt showing rocket more terran references/ goth music and you did it amazingly thank you so much. i like how it made me think differently too! i bet rocket wouldn’t like too much horror thinking abt it now but stuff like supernatural/ creepy sound better than gore for him. i bet stuff like the toxic avenger is right up his alley lmao. i love how you included reality tv and video games and just showing rocket other genres. i loved what you did with it! i feel like rocket would like rupaul too for the drama and art. i feel like like they could make their own drive in/ outdoor theater on knowhere and can watch anything in the galaxy lmao😭. and i loved how you wrote rocket w music he is the definition of listens to everything <3. i completely loved this thank you <3

you are SO fucken kind (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) holy shit i will cry now. like, just how sugarsweet are you? thank you bby ♡♡ also i am going to just take a moment to cosign your drive-in/outdoor theatre idea! this was absolutely EXACTLY what i was imagining in the second bulletpoint on this #marvel critique post. i want a whole stupid disney+ show of this, mst3k style

also, you are so right about rocket loving drag and you should fucken say it.

that furry bastard is such a dramatic little punk in his own way. you just know he likes shiny gems and glittery shit far more than he says (i have a ton of headcanons about this but it comes down to — rocket craves lovely, luxurious things and also doesn't believe he deserves them. and also believes most people who have them don't deserve them, and thus, he has few qualms about stealing them. but also never trusts he'll be able to keep them. look, our lil guy is so conflicted.)

the first time you take him to a drag show, i hope you keep it a surprise. let him gripe and complain the whole way there until the uber driver looks like he wants to scream. look, it's not rocket's fault. he frickin told you he'd had a shitty three cycles since he'd seen you last, and now he just wants to crash on your couch with you and order in sushi and rewatch edward scissorhands (you're not sure how that last part's supposed to help — he always ends up silently crying into his fur two-thirds of the way through). he gets even grumpier when you have to wait outside in the relative cold. once you're finally seated at a small table house-left, he's still sulking and snarking, to the point that you almost wanna wring his furry neck yourself.

but then the music starts. maybe a little aretha franklin. gloria gaynor, or some classic cher. yeah, i'm guessing the show stars with cher. slow, silky, low notes pouring out over the stage. strong enough, maybe. when the first queen steps out, rocket's jaw actually drops. by the time the bright pop of disco-synth hits the song, you'd swear the mirrorball is reflecting little stars and hearts into his candied-apple eyes. he's drinking it all in: the drama, the sly and exaggerated winks that put his own oversized winking habits to shame — the gowns, the sequins, the feathers, the heels. the long lashes and sultry stagecraft, the pageantry, the snark, the fun. the music, the theatre of it all, the spotlights and the perfections and the imperfections — and the brightness, like staring into the spiritual equivalent of an anulax battery explosion.

you leave him at some point, just for a moment —making your way to the bar, bringing back the sugary tequila cocktails he's lately taken to liking so much — and he doesn't even touch it. maybe takes a sip, but forgets it's there. it's probably the first time you've seen rocket ignore an opportunity to get at least slightly buzzed (hey, he's made progress in recent years). but this time, the temptation isn't even present. he's staring at the stage, swaying and bopping to the lip-synced lyrics — completely glitterdrunk. he's fixated on the satin corsets and the braying laughter and the ribald jokes, the irreverence that somehow feels like coming home, and all the while he’s wondering what his own long claws would look like if they were painted that color.

it's not like rocket hasn't seen theatrical gender performance before. it's a common-enough phenomenon in deep space, where there are as many expressions of identity as there are stars in the sky. a lot of cultures are far more chill about crossing gender lines or leaning into extreme caricatures, for a kaleidoscope of reasons. some planets don't even have lines to cross, either because gender is a nonconstruct or because it's so extremely flux that it might as well be superfluid helium.

but there's something about this kind of performance that just hits different for rocket. he probably doesn't know enough terran history to understand what he's picking up on. sure, in the far-reaches of the galaxy, diverse gender expression may be the norm — but here on terra, there are conservatives and bioessentialists and police raids and worse. what rocket sees — folded in between the blade-sharp eyeliner and the spun-sugar wigs and the gunmetal-glint of sequins — is rebellion. it's the core blazing fire of demanding the right to be exactly who you are or who you want to be, even if only for a moment. it’s throwing fists when you have to and protecting your people when you can. it's the freedom to give an acrylic-tipped middle-finger to anyone who ever thought they had the right to reinvent you according to their idea of perfection.

it's a fuck-you to every high evolutionary out there, herbert e wyndham or otherwise.

and — maybe more importantly — it’s not just the struggle. in the face of every hostile neighbor and violent lawmaker, it’s taking back some fucking joy.

rocket can taste it.

which is probably why he doesn't want to leave, even after the show draws to a close and someone's yelling about last call. by the time you finally convince him to go out to the sidewalk and wait for your uber back home, a small number of the queens are departing as well — clustered on the sidewalk like gems snatched from taneleer tivan's jewelry box. you don't think you've ever seen this damn raccoon treat an adult-humie-stranger with anything softer than semi-polite suspicion — yourself included — but suddenly, he's turning up the charm, sidling up to the ladies to thank them for their performance.

the queens, of course, are immediately smitten. who's this handsome fucking dreamboat, and how’d he get those biceps, and does he want a selfie? rocket lets them coo over him with exaggerated, syrupy delight — not even snapping when one of them scritches his ears. he shrugs and juts his thumb at you and gives one of them your goddamn phone number, and they squish in for the aforementioned snapshot. he's got big ol' lipstick-prints in his fur already and when someone raises a paint-arched brow and comments suggestively on the many possible uses of his tail, rocket finally sinks into that familiar shit-eating smirk.

you breathe a sigh of relief when you see it. for a couple seconds there, you’d barely even recognized him.

the uber pulls up and the queens pout — how did the surly jackass who steals your pillow and eats all your lucky charms manage to dazzle them all in less than five minutes? — and when rocket gets in the vehicle, he immediately goes quiet in that way he does — suddenly pensive. thoughtful.

your phone buzzes. it's the selfie of him and the goddamn queens. you lean over and show it to him, and he nods, the corner of his mouth curving faintly. His tail flicks on the seat between you, and his ears twitch as he turns to look out the window.

thanks.

you startle when he speaks, despite the fact that you usually can't get him to shut up. but the quiet gratitude sits between you on the bench like a third passenger in the backseat of the car, studded with distant stars and the receding lights of the city.

no problem, you say slowly. i knew you'd like it — i just didn't know how much. you tilt your head. maybe trust me the next time i tell you i wanna take you somewhere.

he scoffs quietly, but the sound is only made of soft camaraderie and old habit. and then — slowly, like the words are hard to find between stoplights and midnight shadows — he adds, this was... special.

you can hear him swallow. his head is still turned to peer out his window, but you can see the ghost of his reflection in the glass: eyes red as lollipops and sour candy, sometimes turning flat-gold with the passing light. His eyelids flicker shut, then reopen.

some asshole once told me— he starts. stops. swallows again. clears his throat. some asshole once told me we all had this — this sacred fuckin' mission to — to take a cacophony of sounds and turn it into a song.

you can hear the words he's quoting, and his voice drips thick with disdain — and also maybe some uncertainty. some vulnerability. whoever it was who'd said this thing to him — it had cut deep, and put down venomous roots. but you don't respond. not yet. you've learned to wait in moments like this — to let the silence curl around you both, low and comforting as old quilts.

but this, he says finally, four blocks later. this was like... taking songs and turning them into a cacophony. but of — of good things. his brows crease in his reflection, and you an see his eyes flick back and forth, searching the darkness.

a cacophony of liberation, you suggest quietly. and of — joy, and reclamation, and — togetherness, i guess.

he lets out a breath so heavy that his shoulders drop when they're free of it. you stretch across the bench-seat, and you know he's watching your hand reach for him in the window's reflection — but he doesn't draw away from you, not even when you card your fingers through the soft fur at the base of his ears, tousling a soft cloud of pixie-dust sparkle into the air.

and of glitter, you add lightly. you hear the uber driver muffle a grunt of dismay.

but rocket just smirks out the window.

yeah, he says, and it takes a second for you to realize that even though he's agreeing with you, he's also confirming something he's been turning over in the privacy of his own head — all night, maybe. when he repeats himself under his breath, it sounds — it sounds like a soft new bandage, almost. like he’d gone to check on a wound he’d thought had turned to rot, only to learn the the scar’s looking clean and smooth and healthy, and healing up just right.

yeah. that fucker was frickin' wrong.

as per frickin' usual.

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gotg rocket

[dontsnortpixiestix]

My MST3K headcanons:

Tom is bi and crow is a semi-closeted gay.

Mike is the weird uncle to the bots that has no idea how to handle them. He’s trying his best.

Bobo does that gorilla thing where they spin around when they are happy.

Brain Guy rocks a fancy gown.

Pearl is like an aunt figure to Crow but she would never admit it to anyone. She takes him shopping in her van sometimes.

Kinga is totally the baby that Frank and Dr F adopted.

Crow is a SUPER picky eater, and Tom eats everything you put in front of him.

Crow chirps when he wants something. It’s really cute until it gets annoying.

Tom gets tired of hovering very quickly and prefers to constantly be held.

Frank loves to cook and bake, and he’s good at it.

Forrester will just say “it’s tolerable” but Frank knows that he likes his cooking

Mike and Crow fight over shredded cheese in the food storage.

Crow claws the furniture.

I HAVE MORE I GOTTA MAKE ANOTHER.

[thenewnio]

Lampy!

I became interested in Lampy from the start, when I first saw him. Now he kinda reminds me of Gypsy from MST3K in terms of silhouette, though I still like him.

Keep it up!

[roosterm3at]

gordon, barney, alyx, and maybe shephard headcanons? love all of them so far!

gordon hc! since i just did my big alyx and barney ones earlier!

Gordon is deaf and has a cochlear implant, he can hear but speaking is very uncomfortable for him and he prefers to sign anyway

he is trans! he transitioned in collage before he started working at black mesa

i think gordon is demisexual

i think gordon lovess campy sci-fi and horror movie, absolutely loves star trek and mst3k

Gordon comes off as not very social but its mostly because people arent always familiar with asl, once he meets other deaf people or people who are fluent in sign, he is very very conversational

i think gordon is a bit snarky, just a bit

also very autism to me

he likes to make collections of cool things he fines, bottlecaps, old

trinkets and toys. its a god send at scavaging for cool shit

has a crappy nerd tattoo from collage

[themarginalthinker]

Hey @themarginalthinker I have a headcanon for the lost boys, so basically I think that the boys sometimes have secret sleepover nights and would gossip about things that happened on the boardwalk and would maybe dance to pop songs like the Jets “I have crush on you “ and then watch cheesy romantic movies!

I definitely think they like to watch movies together! Though, what they're watching and how long they can stand each other's commentary is debatable lol. Paul and Marko are the worst, quipping at just about everything, very MST3K style. David insists that any romantic movie can be improved with a gun, and Dwayne gets the music stuck in his (and subsequently everyone else's) heads.

They also enjoy people watching, I agree. Not even for the purposes of hunting all the time, sometimes it's just fun to see who's about, an what's new. Good to stay with the times, and keep track of locals. They even treat some like little soap-operas. 'Oh, the record store owner is banging that one lady from the ferris wheel' 'no kidding' 'yeah, about walked in on 'em last night when I went to see if there was anything new.'

[lexsiyette]

Mst3k character tier list (in my opinion)

Thank you very much

[kronosveritas]

Moi and hello, internet

It occurs to me that I never did an introduction post, so here it is:

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My name is KronosVeritas. You may call me Kronos, Crypt, Truth, or just my username, anything is fine.

I use he/him pronouns.

…I may never beat the Agent Washington allegations.

I have a current hyperfixation on Red vs Blue, and Tuckington owns my very soul (let Wash be the pillow princess he has always deserved to be RAHHH).

I will probably post mostly rvb art and things but other fandoms I will interact with include House MD, MST3k, mcyt, Death Note, Ace Attorney, and many others.

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If you comment/reblog/like I will love you forever, and please feel free to request art, ask questions about my headcanons/anything else, or even just chat.

My art is under #kvfanart

Very nice to meet you.

[firstmatedville]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by my wife @dxppercxdxver (although I really don't consider myself a fic writer these days lmao)

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

5 (and 2 orphaned)

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

22,856

3. what fandoms do you write for?

considering I have at maximum 2 fics per fandom. you could say none! although my most popular fics were broadchurch and good omens

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the first is an orphaned batman/joker fic (does anyone remember that era of this blog? I'm so sorry lmao)

she - broadchurch

i love to live so pleasantly (lazing on a sunny afternoon) - good omens

Blueberry - IT (2017) (an incredibly cringe fic I wrote as a teenager for the love of god please don't read this)

i just want to be held (by your cold hands) - broadchurch

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

occasionally! if there's something that like. needs a response I do try to give them but otherwise I am very bad at getting back to comments. I do read and appreciate them all though!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

it's the IT one tagged above lmao due to the like. 15/16 year old me projecting. I'm not very good at writing angst!

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably either of the broadchurch fics due to. trans joy and also gay domesticity

8. do you get hate on fics?

not actively? during my batman/b*tjokes years (bearing in mind I was about 14) I used to get occasional hate on tumblr due to trans/gay headcanons but that wasn't necessarily fic related. I also once had a pretty big b*tjokes writer comment on an old fic (like three or four years after I'd written it, when I was no longer In The Fandom) claiming I'd stolen their ideas and needed to either remove my work or credit them despite. only having read a few of their works very briefly. the work of mine in Question being a prompt fill. and me just following a lot of the trends of the fandom at the time? like sorry you don't actually have a trademark on hurt/comfort sick fics buddy it's a Fairly Popular Concept. anyway yeah that's about it.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

nope <3 I've never tried and frankly I don't think I'd be very good at getting any ideas I have Across in a way that reads as sexy or hot enough to warrant actually writing it lmao

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't think I've fully written or published any crossovers, however! every character I've ever liked has been thrown into a killjoys au in my brain at one point or another (including but not limited to: the scooby doo gang, the penumbra pod gang, the eos 10 gang, Cecil and Carlos wtnv, ect). myself and jon plotted a whole magnus archives/mst3k au that I Wish one of us had written, and another mst3k/the mechanisms au that started as a joke and become so insanely important to us it sincerely helped us get together as a couple. we also had an overall eos10/penumbra podcast crossover that I personally never wrote anything for but I think jon Started some unpublished fics that never got finished.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as I know!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

again, i dont beliebe so, but people are more than welcome to do so as long as im credited ofc

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I class at least the first of my broadchurch fics as partially co-written with Jon bc he was a Huge Help in that fic getting written, and as you might be able to tell from above we've Plotted a lot of fic ideas together (another includes a very goofy villain-decay bill cipher gravity falls fic) but basically none of them ever actually get written

14. what’s your all time favourite ship?

argh I can't choose one all time favourite. jonmartin themagnusarchives are insanely dear and important to me, jongerry / jonmartingerry are closely behind that. poly scooby doo gang. vince/howard from the mighty boosh. these are all just sentimental ships if I'm honest. also I became ridiculously attached to mine and Jon's crackship of jonny d'ville themechanisms / Mike mst3k

15. what’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

honestly I'm kind of past the point of hoping to get back into writing due to. complete lack of willpower. but I wish I'd gotten round to writing the third trans Hardy fic I had planned at one point </3

16. what are your writing strengths?

idk!! I think I'm good at capturing like. very specific moments of domesticity and comfort. and I think when I'm imagining A Scene I'm quite good at getting the vibes of that scene across. but other than that I'm really not sure

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

oh god uhh. actually writing. linking scenes together. Plot other than just vague "here's two characters hanging out and existing". the list goes on

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't think I've actually attempted it myself? due to most characters I've written have been. incredibly British. I will say a pet peeve of mine in Reading a fic is when it is a fic in 99% English that'll have a large chunk of dialogue in another language, without a translation available somewhere for it. like a word or two is fine but if there's some actual plot in there and you're expecting me to Google translate it, that feels kind of the same as when subtitles simply say (speaking french) or whatever instead of Telling Us What They're Saying

19. first fandom you wrote for?

embarrassingly and horrifically. h*rry p*tter (I was 11)

20. favourite fic you’ve written?

it has to be she simply due to the Amount of trans love and support I got to hear about in the comments of that fic :,)

I'm not tagging anyone bc to be completely honest I don't remember which of my mutaks actively write <3

[puddle-of-tiny]

intro post!!

Hi hi!! Welcome to my agere blog!! I'm Eli/Puddle, and I'm a 22 yr old CG leaning flip! I started this blog as a way to let myself regress more often, make stimboards, and write cute agere stuff for fandoms that don't have a lot of those, lol

Intro continued under the cut!

I use he/she/xe pronouns! I'm a bigender transmasc demigirl, and I'm okay with any gendered terms. This goes for both when I'm big and when I'm little :)

I'm happily taken! My partner (they/she) isn't on Tumblr, but they're a regressor leaning flip who I will be talking about sometimes~ They're not comfortable with me sharing their name, but I call them Bunny when they're little and Lala when they're my CG!

ABOUT ME (BIG VERSION)

22

I prefer my real name, Eli!

USAmerican based in Texas

Grad student majoring in English

This is a sideblog! I don't feel comfortable putting my main here, but if we become mutuals, I'll send you an ask with a flower emoji to let you know <3

For me age regression is a healthy, SFW coping mechanism that provides for a temporary escape from the stresses of adult life. This blog is a safe space for nonsexual fun and comfort! As such, NSFW, politics, discourse, and other adult matters are not welcome here!

I tend to type with proper capitalization and punctuation!

ABOUT ME (LITTLE VERSION)

2-6! (most commonly 3-4)

i prefer my nickname, puddle!

i also pet dream sometimes! i'm usually a kitty, puppy, or deer xP

i like to draw, write, and do puzzles :0

my favorite shows are ppg, codename knd, and other powerhouse era cartoon network shows ^_^

i also like to learn!! i really like watching documentaries and reading books, especially if it's about science or my favorite animals (owls and sharks!)

i tend to type in all lowercase and weird punctuation..

DNI

NSFW/fetish blogs, MAPs, discoursers, radqueers, radfems, baeddels, SH/ED blogs, "cringe" blogs, gatekeepers

Minors can interact, but I don't feel comfortable being close with anyone under 18. nothing personal!

“Discourse” relates to being pedantic online about labels, behavior, etc. that doesn’t matter in the big picture. It does NOT relate to believing in human rights, that's not debatable!

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR (bolded are ones i'm esp into!)

Team Fortress 2

House MD

Saiki K

Soul Eater

Psych

"Literally me" movies (American Psycho, Fight Club, etc)

Star Trek The Original Series

MST3k

Papa Louie

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Portal

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Ouran High School Host Club

Kaguya-sama Love is War

Osomatsu-san

Batman (mostly BTAS, not caught up on comics yet!)

Slasher movies

Others that i can't think of right now xP

BOUNDARIES

Asks are open! Feel free to send headcanon/stimboard/fic reqs, advice reqs, or just ask me stuff :3

Messages are closed, please don't message me if I don't know you >.<

I'm disabled (autism, OCD, chronic pain) so it might take me a while to get to asks sometimes

Please don't roleplay with me! Typing quirks are okay but please don't act as my CG or little. Bunny and i are exclusive!

Repeat anons are encouraged to use emoji signatures if they want <3

I don't write RPF, whump, or any kind of dead dove. People who write that stuff can interact, it's just not something i do myself!

Things regarding accidents, padding, etc. are okay, but I won't write it in detail. Anything else you're not sure about, just ask!

TAGS

eli babbles - original posts when big

puddle babbles - original posts when little

eli scribbles - original writing when big

puddle scribbles - original writing when little

eli's pics - original art/boards when big

puddle's pics - original art/boards when little

askies - asks

rbies - reblogs

sillies - silly posts

pretty pics - others' art/boards

pretty scribbles - others' writing

tips n tricks - advice posts

fun n games - games/interactive activities

That's it! Sorry it ran on a little long! Don't forget to drink water and don't stay up too late! ^^

[thegoddessprose]

Anytime is a good time for me to yap about Chitarch 💜🩷

This time, specifically, I have a couple of domestic headcanons. I've touched on them moving into the mansion and making the place their own, but let's get into some specifics, shall we?

(Spoilers just in case)

- They mainly stayed there for practical reasons. They wanted to move in together once things were settled after the war, but I imagine real estate prospects in the Capitol at the time weren't great. Chiasa did own an apartment, but her now ex brother in law was staying there as well. As much as he was cool with Plutarch, it felt a bit awkward being all couple-y around him. In the end, the empty mansion was the best choice.

- They wouldn't do a full remodel. Some rooms either didn't really need to be touched or were special to Plutarch (The library, for instance), plus it was just impractical for such a big place.

- The portraits might stay up for a little bit while Plutarch decides what to do with them. While they're a little imposing, he's used to them being there... And the wall may have faded behind them. If they go into storage, the wall would either have to be repainted or they'd be replaced by something else. Chiasa sketches and paints in her spare time, so maybe some of her work could go up. Maybe he might ask her to put their own spin on a portrait of his own. (Trajan's portrait in the library is staying up no matter what, though. It's been comforting to Plutarch and it'll stay that way)

- One of the bedrooms is converted into a home studio for Chiasa. It's the only place in the house that's her signature pink, from the walls to the curtains, even a vision board and easel. The walk in closet would hold prototypes not quite ready for her fashion house as well as unfinished gifts.

- Chiasa might have herbs planted in the garden, and maybe have a few pots in the kitchen to honor her father. While the pair is often too busy to cook themselves, she occasionally finds the time to do something special. Sometimes, she ropes him into helping out as food was a very important part of her childhood and cultural identity, and she wants him to experience it as well. (See "Exchange of Passions" on the masterlist)

- Their bedroom is livened up a bit with dark patterned sheets and potted plants. A vanity gathering dust in their bathroom had been filled with Chiasa's products and hair tools. The current book Plutarch is showing her is usually on one of the nightstands.

- There's got to be a screening room somewhere, whether director Plutarch had it there for years or it's a new addition with him creating again. Maybe he has Chiasa help "inspect" any old media that was saved. It's just funny to picture them making MST3K -esque commentary on stuff along with Plutarch unironically making historical notes ��

- Chiasa's only suggestion for the library was a plush rug near the fireplace for extra coziness... And "coziness..."

- It's not just the physical appearance they're trying to change, but the atmosphere as well. Plutarch often felt weighed down by the imposing air, so the place was soon filled with laughter and good memories. Chiasa's family is often over for holidays and such, injecting some humanity in the air. I've said that they might host salons as well to keep on the intellectual tradition with a happier twist (Plus Plutarch would LOVE to geek out with other people about literature and such)