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I wanna take this electric blue shot so fucking bad I just know it’s space blue raspberry
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So I usually read Dracula Daily before going on Tumblr to avoid "spoilers", but I gotta admit, this was the funniest chapter to see out of context memes of.
based on this
relistening Guards! Guards! and haha…..the last time i read it was in…2011?2012? i can’t remember
bring back so much childhood memories 💦
ID: A two-page comic of Jonathan Harker and Count Dracula. Jonathan looks at Dracula with an open, curious expression. There is remnants of shaving cream on his face and a small, bleeding scratch on his cheek. Dracula glares intensely as he gripped Jonathan's chin. The middle panel zoomed in on the red rosary around Jonathan's neck and Dracula immediately looked unease, the caption near his face says "x-files theme." The bottom panel zooms in on the silver-backed mirror on the dresser behind Jonathan. Dracula takes a deep breath and leans back. Second image, Dracula calmly reaches for the mirror, still holding Jonathan's chin. He then chucks the mirror out of a window, shattering the glass. With the same calm expression, Dracula states," And this is the wretched thing that has done the mischief. It is a foul bauble of man's vanity. Away with it!" End ID.
I know in the novel he opens the window before yeeting the mirror into the courtyard, but I think this reaction is funnier.
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One of my favorite things to do in Pokemon SwSh is to spam Dynamax Meowth with the Amulet Coin until it caps out so whenever I beat someone it looks like they’re having a crisis over the fact that I just stole their entire bank account
DD: May 8th
Dracula: *dramatically shatters the mirror that Jonathan Harker has very clearly noticed Dracula's reflection does not appear in*
Jonathan: Very annoying. How do I shave now? :(
When I was in my teens, adults used to say that young people think they're going to live forever, and it bewildered me because I thought about death - my own death, the deaths of my friends and my family and my neighbours - constantly. I was 11 when we watched 9/11 on TV. I skipped classes explaining nuclear arms treaties to go and protest the iraq war, passing myself off as the child of adult strangers to avoid the police. Later I skipped classes to walk along the cycle paths where my next door neighbour died in a dirt bike accident when he was 15, and where another kid in my year was stabbed dead over a gang dispute. One year another neighbour was murdered by her fiance with an axe during the christmas holidays. My best friend when I was 6 was born HIV+ and moved away for treatment and I never saw or heard from her again. When I was 17 I was on the bus half listening as a little kid with his mother excitably questioned an australian tourist about his country, and the two of them arranged to be pen-pals. When I was 17 and a half I read in the paper that a child had been killed by his father after his mother won full custody; in the article the mother related the anecdote about her bright, vivacious son son meeting an australian tourist on the bus and arranging to become pen-pals.
I used to think a lot about walking into heavy traffic, or jumping off bridges. It was a background hum in my head before the year I was assaulted and everything became the same hum for a few years, and then I saw a therapist and started taking anxiety medication and made the choice to put off dying young for one month at a time. I was an adult by then, in my 20s and approaching the upper limit of the time I had alloted myself. My parents' and grandparents' generations said that people in their 20s believe they are immortal. Immortality, to me, was zeno's arrow. As long as I was still alive, I was not dead yet. I still believed that it was a matter of time.
I am in my 30s now, and for the first time I am reckoning with dying old. I realise in retrospect that it was a form of self-comfort in the very worst years of my life, to think that when and where and how it ended was a choice that would be made for me before I was ready. It meant that I would never have to worry about being lonely or ugly or poor or queer, because I would die before I had to figure it out. I wouldn't have to think about saving for old age, or taking care of my health, or building a career. I didn't have to worry about finding closure for my trauma, because I would die soon and still traumatised, and all I could do in the meantime was careen through whatever life presented itself from one day to the next.
I still think a lot about the many, many kids around me whose prophecies came true. I think about the way that adults reassure themselves that they are not responsible for the reckless survival strategies of young people in desparate circumstances. I'm sure there are young people out there who have lived sheltered lives and don't recognise that they are fragile and fallible, and who truly don't hear the ever present hum of the tracks. I'm also sure that there are kids out there now who have seen peers die already, who have very little to look forward to, and who take anxious comfort in the thought that it probably won't last much longer. I think the old do a disservice to the young in pretending that all tragedies are accidents. I think the young do a disservice to the young in counting their own tragedies before they have happened. It's worth betting on your own survival, even against the odds. In my experience, that is how you beat them.
I painted this badass lady once, it was nice to draw her again ♥ thank you for commissioning me!!
“I seek not gaiety nor mirth, not the bright voluptuousness of much sunshine and sparkling waters which please the young and gay” sure is a real fancy way of saying you’re not very big on sunlight and running water.
best part of today's dracula daily is jonathan describing with pinpoint accuracy how it feels to pull an all-nighter. 'i'm not sleepy! anyway this is how dying people feel when they let go of their grip on life and shuffle off this mortal coil i think'
Count Dracula, reclining on a sofa casually reading a railway timetable: I am being so normal right now
may 7th: dracula confirmed teeaboo
i. i cant have been the only one to not realize Hayao Miyazaki and Hidetaka Miyazaki are, in fact, different people