"Stuck In The Timeloop As A Punishment" Is Cool And All, But Stuck In The Timeloop Voluntarily Though?

It is November of 1893. You have just killed a vampire. Exhausted and worn, you close your eyes and rest.

You wake up. It is May of 1893. You are on a train en route to Transylvania. Your diary says you have had queer dreams lately.

You try to believe it.

(An old woman puts a rosary in your hands. You accept it without question.)

You are a guest in a castle you have never been in before (you recognize every hallway and know without trying that every door is locked). Your host is a man you have never met before (you killed him you killed him you killed him he had turned to dust and there was blood on the snow).

One morning you cut yourself while shaving.

There is nobody behind you in the pocket mirror’s reflection.

You turn fast, and the razor is like a Kukri knife in your hand.

So Dracula was able to be killed without the stakes and hammer and prayers and all the religious trappings Van Helsing’s research led him to. This supports one or both of two concepts that I am a huge fan of:

- It isn’t Christianity that repels vampires, but sincere faith. Jonathan’s faith hasn’t been in the Christian god for some time now—it’s in this little group’s sincerity in wanting to save Mina, PARTICULARLY in Quincey, who vowed with the same fervor as himself to kill Dracula the moment he had the chance, even if it cost him his own life. So that makes this a “power of friendship” moment suited to our white haired anime prettyboy.

- My old theory related to the shovel attack: Dracula only becomes vulnerable to common weapons when they’re wielded by his victims, or those he has a blood connection to. Jonathan was able to scar him with the shovel after “tonight is mine” and its heavy implication of Dracula drinking from him. With the blood transfusions, Dracula has also tasted Quincey’s blood. The first mate of the Demeter tried to stab Dracula and failed, but Dracula’s cruelty to both Jonathan and Lucy gave them the means to seal his fate.

life lately is filled with lots of studying via practice questions and breaks filled with books and crafts and baking! i currently have a pleasant board exam study schedule that consists of a nice slow morning with a matcha latte and some reading, completing 160 practice questions, then relaxing the rest of the evening with the usual hobbies like reading, crocheting and knitting, cross-stitching, etc. recently i’ve read the idiot by elif batuman, berlin by bea setton, and now i’m reading either/or (sequel to the idiot) by myself and the thursday murder club by richard osman with my boyfriend. overall having a much better time studying for step 2 than for step 1!

i’m baking nonstop but the cake pictured is a vegan cardamom cocoa with star design inspired by earlygirl__ on twitter

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when i was 9 years old i got my first job washing pitchers and citrus squeezers at a small time juice shop franchise that some big city kid spun out of a series of Lemonade Stand Pop Up events he did across the lower east side of Las Vegas. turns out if your boss is younger than you then child labour laws dont apply in the state of nevada so this 8 year old from Reno was running dozens of these juice shops across the state run entirely on 9 - 14 year old drop outs like myself who said fuck school im gonna make it on my way the only lessons i ever needed come from the mean streets of the city and i the only teacher i need is my two fists and a pay check and the school bus would be the city bus.

all this praise for female actors who have been hamlet onstage. well. what about the praise for ME. who has been hamlet so many times. inside my head

describing my relationship to someone by introducing them to people as "an old wound"

the imperial chinese examinations are a godsend for enjoyers of pathetic historical men such as myself. they gave rise to so many types of guy, such as: guy who failed the examinations like forty times and despondently wrote one of the great works of chinese literature between failures; guy who failed like ten times and decided “you know what? this is bullshit. this all has to go” and started a brutal peasant uprising; guy who just barely passed and was suddenly thrown into a very high military position, which he has ABSOLUTELY no training for; and guy who failed several times, faked a degree, got hired by harvard to teach chinese, had his fake degree discovered after he got to boston, begged harvard to let him teach because otherwise it would be really embarrassing for them all, taught like seven students, and died of pneumonia

writing a garbage essay feels like you’re the cow who gave birth to the two headed calf. in the morning, my professor will wrap him in newspaper and dissect him on a cold operating table. but here he is alive, under the pale glow of my computer screen. he is beautiful. there are twice as many logical fallacies as usual.

hrmm. well hold on now ive been filled with a sudden joy and whimsy for the world