Loved That Episode! Can’t Believe I Thought This Story Was Actually Good As A Kid!

They look like giant Burritos.

If you’re having a bad day, remember that in 16th century Baltic Germans dressed like this:

Well then.

Spin the 17th century death wheel and tell me how you died in the tags

VOLE.wtf

17th Century Death Roulette ☠️

See what you might’ve died from in 1665 London, using real mortality records.

I’m gonna cosplay as the unknown at DragonCon, buy a bag of Jelly Beans at the airport, and give a single jellybean to anyone who takes a picture with me.

So we all agree we’re going as the Unknown for Halloween right?

Acoustic -> Final Fantasy House

Electric -> Portland House

ryan walters, a school superintendent in oklahoma and has repeatedly spread anti-lgbtq rhetoric such as the groomer panic. there is a petition is going around to get him out of that position. they’re about halfway to their goal, please share this around 🙏

the bottoms are all on strike.

Oh I need to turn notifications on for that blog

Oh no he’s hot! Human! Aughra is a very lucky woman.

Can we see human Mal without the mask? Please?

y’all so horny lmaooo

Immediately after this, (and once Quincey was out of earshot), there was the expected huffing and puffing and I Am the Master of This Castle and These Mountains et cetera, et cetera.

Jonathan tried to ride it out in nodding noncommittal silence.

Mina, devoid of even a fraction of a fuck to give, agreed yes, of course he was. But out of curiosity, when was the last time he attended to anything to do with his title or its duties in the last, say, twenty years? She seems to recall someone of more maturity stepping in to manage every iota of the work while the Master of the Castle was busy with the terribly trying labor of, let her check her notes, strutting around being impressed with himself. Is it not so?

Dracula, doubly pissed, ready to erupt and go full Monster Mode, slipped into a fuming villain monologue--

And his voice cracked.

Jonathan was stone-faced, but white-knuckling his armrest. Mina's psychic laughter could shake the Carpathians. Quincey popped his head in to ask what's the matter, did something happen? Notably, with a pubescent pitch not that many octaves removed from the Count's.

That night was full of thunder and the next family dinner saw the Count grousing that he had no appetite tonight. Or the next. Not until he was iron grey, for some reason.

Jonathan, meanwhile, found his shaving kit mysteriously returned. Plus enough shaving lather to last a decade.

Consider this a cap to this bit of nonsense. Scruffy Winter Mode Jonathan has to get back to his clean-shaven self somehow.

Final apologies to @ibrithir-was-here, thank you for putting up with the shenanigans

(Note: If you haven't jumped on the Blood of My Blood AU, you're missing out. One of the tastiest Dracula Bad Ending stories-in-progress I've ever come across.)

Me

when ur life is hell but u have 2 pretend ur fine