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greenisms · 13 days

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Call me Dracula with the way I gotta do everything around this fucking house

#well¡#hash:#dracula daily #dracula #may 7 #mine

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shisasan · 13 days

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May 7, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

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tswiftupdatess · 12 days

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Taylor Swift commented on a fan's TikTok of ''The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived''

''This is the official music video 🏆''

#taylor swift #taylurking #tiktok #ttpd #may 7 #taylorswift #swifties

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thethirdromana · 1 year

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The lamps were also lit in the study or library, and I found the Count lying on the sofa, reading, of all things in the world, an English Bradshaw's Guide.

Quick reminder that this is what a Bradshaw's Guide looks like:

It is not something that most of us would read for fun.

[Edited: @spider-xan makes the very reasonable point that Bradshaw also produced travel guides, which Dracula could be reading here. Honestly, I wouldn't completely rule the timetable possibility out, but I have to concede that a travel guide is a plausible and much less weird thing for Dracula to read.]

#dracula daily #may 7 #there is an exception to this but we'll save that for later

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yallemagne · 1 year

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Dracula like, this kid's been in a coach of terror all day and I kept driving him into circles and he kept drifting off and he was scared out if his mind and he waited an hour outside the door in the cold. I'll have chicken with sides prepared next to the hearth and he'll be putty in my hands.

And the worst part is that he's right.

Jonathan graciously accepts the Count's hospitality. It is reassuring to him, and he feels his worries melt away as he slowly winds down from the hectic journey he just weathered.

The light and warmth and the Count's courteous welcome seemed to have dissipated all my doubts and fears.

But... if there is any reassurance to derive from this... putty is only so easily moldable when you play with warm hands.

...he moved impulsively forward, and holding out his hand grasped mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that it seemed as cold as ice—more like the hand of a dead than a living man.

Jonathan is willing to power through his weariness, but he's not blind to the fact there is something very wrong with the Count. He's just unwilling to broach the subject, he hopes he shall not have to, that he'll get his work done and go home to Mina, making his stressful business trip seem like nothing more than a bizarre dream. In the meantime, he will take comfort in the Count's odd geniality.

But JESUS I SHOULD REALLY TALK ABOUT THE COUNT! SORRY!

Dracula relishes in this. The shame of being a boyar with no staff or subjects and having to do all the work himself is outweighed by the thrill of pulling the wool over an innocent lamb's eyes and leading him to slaughter. Even as Jonathan notices all the little things wrong (we were simply going over and over the same ground again–– for a moment I doubted if it were not the same person to whom I was speaking––his breath was rank––), he cannot voice any of his concerns, and Dracula takes full advantage of this. From the very start, he is gloating:

"Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter."

This is the Count's hunt.

I decided to wait till today to answer because May 7 provides more of Dracula's perspective. He's been planning this trip to England for a while, as evidenced by his numerous books and just how perfectly he speaks English. But he's unsatisfied with his speech. He knows it makes him unfamiliar, a stranger. When he travels to London, he wants to blend in as one of the sheep, such is his excuse for requiring his solicitor to come to him. He intends to use Jonathan as a study for what to expect of the faraway land he longs to conquer. And, in the meantime, he shall also teach Jonathan the ways of his land.

When I go there I shall be all alone, and my friend Harker Jonathan—nay, pardon me, I fall into my country's habit of putting your patronymic first—my friend Jonathan Harker will not be by my side to correct and aid me.

This "mistake" appears very intentional. By addressing Jonathan according to his country's rules, he, however passively, asserts his superiority over him. Think when someone gets your name wrong on purpose, it's a tactic used to deny you ownership of yourself. I'm not prescribing this intent to anyone who makes a mistake like this, but Dracula speaks in such a measured way that I doubt he truly slipped up. It's so small of an inconvenience in this case that Jonathan voices no thoughts on the matter. But Dracula is priming him for his stay in Castle Dracula. As Jonathan teaches him the way of the Englishman, Dracula shall teach him the way of the Transylvanian peasant. Quite literally when he speaks of the blue flames.

"Why, even the peasant that you tell me of who marked the place of the flame would not know where to look in daylight even for his own work. Even you would not, I dare be sworn, be able to find these places again?" "There you are right," I said. "I know no more than the dead where even to look for them."

Such an obvious HINT! It's another "for the dead travel fast". Jonathan acknowledges "only the dead would know where to look", and Dracula just goes "...anyway--"

Dracula does not hesitate to drop hints about his nature. Oh, he cannot live in a new house? He would die in a new house? He travels to England in search of newer, broader horizons, but he does not wish to stand out. He intends to insert himself into the history of London, becoming one of England's many ghosts, once more a master but of a different people who don't know the danger he poses. Right now, Jonathan can find nothing wrong with this–

I felt that it was getting very late indeed, but I did not say anything, for I felt under obligation to meet my host's wishes in every way.

–and again, he is bound by the Count's good graces. Dread creeps in his mind and he thinks of death as morning sneaks up on him.

They say that people who are near death die generally at the change to the dawn or at the turn of the tide; any one who has when tired, and tied as it were to his post, experienced this change in the atmosphere can well believe it.

Dracula keeps him awake through sunset and sunrise, forcing him to experience the change in atmosphere and foreshadowing his plans for him. He's playing with his food in a way Jonathan doesn't consciously but subconsciously recognizes.

#update #people ask me things #dracula #dracula daily #jonathan harker #count dracula #may 7 #re: dracula

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aster-blogging-dracula · 13 days

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For those wondering what excatly our friendly, completely normal, human Count was reading today:

(Hint: Mina´s favorite book)

#dracula daily #may 7 #history #bradshaw's guide #fun fact #meta #trains #insight

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serial-serializednovelreader · 12 days

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Did y’all notice how defensive Dracula got today when Jonathan asked him about the buried treasure and the blue flames? Because to me it seemed pretty defensive:

“‘But how,’" said I, ‘can it have remained so long undiscovered, when there is a sure index to it if men will but take the trouble to look?’ The Count smiled, and as his lips ran back over his gums, the long, sharp, canine teeth showed out strangely; he answered:—

‘Because your peasant is at heart a coward and a fool! Those flames only appear on one night; and on that night no man of this land will, if he can help it, stir without his doors. And, dear sir, even if he did he would not know what to do. Why, even the peasant that you tell me of who marked the place of the flame would not know where to look in daylight even for his own work. Even you would not, I dare be sworn, be able to find these places again?’”

Like he even broke out the FANGS over this one. My theory? Bro’s got some buried treasure and he doesn’t like that Jonathan is probing about it.

Diving deeper into it though (because you know me), I think this also upset Dracula because this is the first real time Jonathan has questioned him or “pushed back” in a meaningful way. Jonathan is proving himself to be observant and quick-witted, two traits Dracula does NOT want in his prey. After all, why else would he lead Jon in circles and trance him into sleep (if that’s what we assume happened). Dracula likes his prey compliant.

Also, what was in that letter from Jon’s boss? Right, “He is discreet and silent”…I’m sure Dracula was hoping for this to be the case.

Just some food for thought!

#dracula daily #dracula #jonathan harker #count dracula #may 7 #also since I seem to be posting thoughts everyday do yall want me to make this a regular thing?

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musickickztoo · 12 days

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RIP Steve Albini

July 22, 1962 – May 7, 2024

#steve albini #shellac #may 7 #july 22

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throwbackgaylor · 13 days

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may 7, 2014 | ten years ago today

derek blasberg tweeted a picture with taylor from the met gala, “Me & @taylorswift13 trying to make @karliekloss jealous.”

karlie kloss quoted it: “mission accomplished…I'm jealous!”

#may 7 2014 #may 7 #2014 #derek blasberg #karlie kloss #kaylor #twitter #2014 met gala #gaylor throwbacks #gaylor #gaylor swift #lgbetty

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pawsandsuch-office · 12 days

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#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #serizawa katsuya #reigen arataka #Count 68 #May 7

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1rabbitdaily · 1 year

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🐇 May 7 2023

#year of the rabbit #rabbit #bunny #artists on tumblr #daily rabbit #may 7 #119

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shisasan · 13 days

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May 7, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

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lulublack90 · 13 days

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Prompt 7 - Allure

@jegulus-microfic May 7, Word count 671

Previous part First part

“So, how did it go?” Sirius asked him as soon as he walked through the portrait hole. Sirius was sprawled across one of the sofas with his feet resting in Remus’s lap. Remus was using them to prop his book up. His fingers stroking Sirius’s legs where he held up the book. How had he not noticed this? “You alright, mate?” Sirius asked when James didn’t answer.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry just thinking.” He tore his eyes away from Remus’s fingers, they’d stilled anyway when he’d turned to look at James.

“Well?” Sirius huffed out a laugh, “How did it go?” Right Regulus and the animagus lesson. Regulus, who had told him that his best friends were… They were staring at him now concerned. He needed to answer Sirius’s question before he pushed further. He slapped an exasperated grin on his face.

“You know Regulus. Snarky comment here, snarkier comment there. He’s got the leaf, and I’ll start going through the rest with him, which should be done by the next lightning storm. As long as it doesn’t come too soon,” He told them. Sirius, seeming satisfied by his answer, turned back to Remus and James watched as he flexed his calf muscles ever so slightly. Remus, began stroking his legs again, turning the pages of his book every now and again. James left them to it. He just hoped that Sirius would tell him about them soon.

He went up to their dorm room and pulled out the marauder's map. He scanned the lower levels and there was Regulus in his own dorm room. James couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, they were both in their beds.

He dreamed of Regulus that night. He followed him into the forbidden forest. He could feel the allure of him and no matter how deep into the trees they went, James was helpless to follow him. The dream ended just as James caught up with Regulus and wrapped his arms around his waist.

He choked awake, sweating, and over hot. He tried to get out of bed but found something else had awakened in the night and had to wait for it to settle down. While he waited, he started trying to decipher his dream.

He came to two options.

He had been so shocked by what he’d found out about Sirius and Remus that his unconscious mind had linked the information to Regulus, who had told him, and rather than dream about his best friends together, he had replaced them with Regulus and himself. Or.

He fancied Regulus Black.

If he was honest about it, he knew the first option was a lie. He sank back into his pillows and groaned, flinging his arm over his eyes. As images of Regulus flooded his mind. Yup, he found Regulus attractive. He had to wonder if he felt this way because he’d found out about his friends and now realised that it was a valid option.

He shook his head and tried to think of any other instances where he’d had these sorts of thoughts for boys. He gasped. Yes there had been a few. He hadn’t even realised it was attraction until right this second. Huh, so he liked girls and boys.

James didn’t feel the need to have a proper freak out because the knowledge felt right. This was who he’d always been, always would be. His first thought was to tell his best friend. But then he remembered what Sirius was keeping from him. He could tell Peter. But no, that didn’t feel right either. Regulus’s smirking face popped into his head again. Regulus hadn’t seemed to be upset that Sirius was involved with another man, he was grossed out that it was his brother. Maybe he could throw a couple of hints at Regulus. Maybe not.

He got out of bed, dressed and headed down to the quidditch pitch. He did his best thinking with the breeze in his hair and a hundred foot drop below him.

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