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Just caught up with Dracula Daily (I subscribed yesterday) and I am enjoying myself immensely
#draculadaily#new user#count dracula#jonathan harker#my friend jonathan harker#thank you matt kirkland#emails
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THERE’S GOING TO BE A DRACULA DAILY BOOK!!!
As in Dracula! Printed in chronological order! In hardcover!
Bless you, Matt Kirkland, I am going to retire to my fainting couch over this
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I have seen several Book Clubs, many with members seething in varying degrees of anger towards each other
This is the first time I have seen such a nice community as Dracula Daily. The First time the Founder explicitly thanks us. The First time all the members genuinely thank the Founder. The First where we all thank each other. Where we say it has been an honour to share in the journey.
The World may fall apart tomorrow, indeed, it has already fallen apart for many of us. But for a brief span of time, the world came together in an improbable way, and became just a little happier as a result.
Thank you all.
Most of all, thank you Matt.
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I first started reading Dracula Daily about a week or two into May 2022 because everyone and their mom on tumblr were talking about it. Breaking the novel into smaller bite-sized pieces occurring in real time really helped me to digest it better and helped me to get a better idea of how the story was actually paced out. I got caught up on a few entries and kept up with it until around late September/early October when a lot was happening in my life and I couldn’t keep up.
I tried again this year and I also listened to the Re: Dracula podcast which helped me a lot since I’m a visual-auditory learner and I’m not the best at reading. I listened to every entry and usually read the corresponding email at the same time. The podcast was also helpful since I knew about how long it would take to get through each entry so I could plan my time around it. I had a much easier time this year reading the novel. I’m proud to say that this time around, I saw it all the way through to the end.
I’ve had a lot of fun reading and listening to Dracula, telling my loved ones about it, and talking about it with everyone here online! I’ve loved the art, memes, and discussions we all had around this old classic book. The book is so unique and compelling and it doesn’t get as much appreciation and respect as it should.
Thank you so much to Matt Kirkland and the @re-dracula team for providing such a wonderful, immersive, and well-made experience and bringing together a bunch of nerds online. I don’t think I would have ever read this book without you. And thank you to all the other readers and listeners who helped make the journey as much fun as it was. We laughed, cried, cheered, and talked together and I’m so glad that I was a part of it all. I’m sad that it’s over but I’m happy that it happened at all.
#it’s been a long time coming#Dracula daily#re dracula#re: dracula#Dracula#matt kirkland#November 7#open letter#regarding dracula#dd 2023#dracula daily 2023#2023#bram stoker#bram stoker’s dracula#200 notes
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Me and @marywhal went to Dracuthon (live reading of Dracula.) Thank you, Allison for pictures <3 <3 <3
The speakers all had superb comedic timing and I had bought the manga version to read along!! I got to talk to Matt Kirkland who created Dracula Daily, and I won a goodie bag for my vampire costume :3
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Can we have more lord flufferton? 🥺 I need Matt having a friend.
Snippet of post am-rev. Low point of the flop era when Matt's basically just haunting a spare room at Lord Father's. Uncle Alasdair isn't present, he's basically forsaken in this wretched bitch of an earth but he's got a friend!
Winter, 1780 something.
"I don't know why you're so attached to me." Matt frowned as the sleek, fat orange cat kneaded at his leg under the blankets. "No one else likes me very much."
He got a plaintive meow of agreement and the cat trod across the mattress to be held. Matt hugged him. It'd been been about a year since someone had bothered to give him a squeeze, and the carefully structured reassuring thoughts Matt let rotate in his mind fell apart as the yearling purred and kneaded at his leg. You are loved, Matt told himself. Life is just busy and attention was in short, supply, rationed for when needed.
He just did such a good job not needing anything. He did as he was told, ate what he was given, and slept where he was allowed. It was a good deal. Better than what most people got and far better than being dead.
The cats renewed purring made him press his face into the cat for a long moment. Just listening to the sound of something reacting to his presence was enough to make him tear up. The cat being happy made him sob. Just once before he collected himself.
"Thank you," He murmured, laying down with the cat curling into his arm. "I don't collect the eggs now. If they didn't have eggs, someone would talk to me more often. They need the eggs." He buried his face into the pillow. "But I'm useless."
They'd gotten a poultry maid when the estate accounts improved and he'd been told it wasn't appropriate for him to be downstairs, sleeping on the banked cooking fires. His small trunk had been carried to a bare bedroom away from the servants quarters and into his father's favourite wing. He was now used to peering around doorframes and corners hoping for things. He said good morning and was happy if he got a grunt in reply sometimes. It happened about once a month if he was fortunate. He ate standing in the kitchen because he wasn't allowed to eat at the servants table but it had been so long since anyone had seen Lord Kirkland sober enough for a sit down dinner that the cook laughed when Matthew asked. He was allowed to use the library but was more often waved away than left to read unless he hid behind the old chesterfield. And there, occasionally Lord Kirkland noticed. But huddled there, clinging to the edge of the pool of warmth the fire in the hearth gave, he wasn't much of a nuisance. He thought it was a good thing, being easy to ignore. Less troublesome.
He was very good at staying out of the way. And regardless, at least he didn't have to worry about dying. He was fed, clothed and loved by someone somewhere. His missed Alfred but he had more than most got. He squeezed the cat a little more and buried his face in his fur.
"I'm glad you like me at least."
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Thank you Mr Kirkland for sending the epistolary as mass correspondence to a wide audience in chronological order, resulting in your sending to said audience a wrong date on the second loop due to electronic misscheduling, which aligned well for the creation of a time portal with the power of love meme, which results in a daily internet poll making it a possibilty for J Harks to have a summer vacation with the other girls. This is why Bramothy was bonkers for tech.
We stan a good yes-and-able clerical error (see also: Lublin). This is why Editor Matt is everyone's favorite Dracula character.
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Dracula Daily Liveblog: November 7
They had a boy! Jonathan and Mina are happy and have a family and they're alright and it's incredible and everything turned out ok! I'm so happy!
Ah, Quincey Morris Seward Holmwood Godalming van Helsing Westenra Murray Harker, you were named after the kindest and bravest people we've ever known.
(I'm not the first to make this joke, and I won't be the last.)
Also, I like to think that if they had a girl they would've named her after Lucy.
The castle still just standing there is probably the best reminder that everything they've been through really happened, and how even after all this time what happened will forever stick with them. I appreciate that it didn't explode into a fiery volcano.
Good for them! I think they'd make each other very happy! It's nice to know that Jonathan and Mina weren't the only members of the party to get a happy ending.
I can just imagine the emotional turmoil Van Helsing would be going through when Quincey was finally born. A man who lost his wife in madness and his son in death, being able to witness the start of a new family. A family he protected and will always protect. It warms my heart.
No Jonathan, come back! It's not the end, don't say it's the end! Send more emails, please! It doesn't even have to be about monster hunting, it could be about anything!
Did Mina ever get to try those recipes you wrote down for her? How was Arthur and Seward's wedding? How did you get home after you defeated the Count? When was Little Quincey born? Did you still have a job when you got back? What is it like for you and Mina as two young parents? I have so many questions!
No, thank you Matt Kirkland! I think everybody on Tumblr should send Matt a message of appreciation for creating Dracula Daily, and basically starting this whole community around a book more than a century old.
And I also want to say thank you to the community itself, and everybody who participated. Even those who fell behind, thank you. It was beautiful and fun, and surprisingly educational at times, and never in a million years did I think such an experience was possible. I am truly glad so many got to enjoy this exceptional story.
Thank you for reading!
#dracula daily#liveblogging dracula 2022#jonathan harker#mina harker#abraham van helsing#jack seward#arthur holmwood#quincey morris#dracula#bram stoker
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And so, Dracula Daily comes to an end. What an incredible experience! I'm so glad to have taken part in it! Reading, and finishing, a classic work of literature! The sense of community unlike almost anything else! Diving into the tag after every update to see people's reactions, and reading theories and historical info, and critical essays! The memes! The fanart!
A massive thank you to Matt Kirkland for making this happen, and thank you to my fellow tumblr users and friends of Jonathan Harker for being here for the ride with me!
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god these last couple of months has been amazing and i can't wait to experience it all over again next year
thank you, matt kirkland
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Were you a Dracula fan (and of J Harker (and therefore the inherent Pain) before DD?
I was! But I hadn't brushed the dust off it in years and Dracula Daily helped clear the cobwebs off, as well as introducing me to some great fellow fans of the book and our good friend Jonathan Harker <3 It's easier to bear the Pain (c) with buddies
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I know we still have 2 months. But can I just say how much I love this book, how much I love these characters and their relationships. How much I love the humor maybe not intended to be humor and the horror and the way it all echoes across generations. Can I just say how much I’m thoroughly enjoying reading this with you all and how this has been an experience I’ll treasure for the rest of my life? I think I would’ve loved the book no matter what, but Dracula Daily has made it such a truly special and unforgettable experience. I feel like I’ve gotten to be a part of the largest book club ever and it’s been so wonderful and fun. Thank you all. Thank you Matt Kirkland. Thank you Stoker.
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☎ , ❤ (physical action) , ✓ , and ✏ for matthew please ! sorry that some turned to emojis ^^
☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency.
Alfred is always the first person to call. Please for all that is good, if literally anything is amiss, call Alfred. Not only is he close by and will be first on the scene, he’ll also know exactly what needs to be done. Matt trusts him so much and he absolutely is the top of his most frequently called list.
If, for whatever reason, Alfred isn’t picking up or is tied up with something, Jan is the next best to call. He’s further away but will take the time to listen to Matt when things are going poorly. He can’t guarantee that he can drop everything and go to him, they’re both adult nations at the end of the day, but if it’s something that is an emergency, he will do whatever’s needed to help.
A somewhat dreaded but reliable third option is Arthur. If dad is the one being called, something’s really wrong. He’s almost a last effort, no other option call. But Arthur knows his son and if he’s needed to listen or even go to him if things are that bad, he will. He loves him truly and is willing to spend some extra time to make sure Matthew’s alright.
Even though Matt loves his younger siblings, Jack and Charlie aren’t his go to call for emergencies but if shit’s really hit the fan, then they’re being called. Matt’s the older sibling- he’s supposed to be looking out for them not the other way around. He feels so guilty reaching out to either of them for help.
❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust.
Being raised under the Kirkland roof meant physical touch was a rare and few between thing. In the modern era, it’s a much more common thing and Matt’s pretty comfortable with hugs and other physical actions. He’s honestly so happy being able to show his feelings for someone that way, especially at his dad who took the longest to get to that point.
Complete trust is holding a hand on public, resting a head on a shoulder while on a long train ride or on a bench after a tiring day out. Public displays of affection took a while for him. Hugging his brother at the airport or his father before seeing him off were perfectly fine- they were quick and almost expected actions to be seen. Being out with his boyfriend in the shops and getting a kiss just so casually? Took a while to get used to but he was soon enough being the one to initiate these little acts of intimacy.
That vulnerable bearing his head into someone’s chest or tugging their hand to have them stay close a moment longer?
That’s the soft spot that takes a while to get.
✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life.
It’s honestly going to be the same as the emergency phone contacts except add Alistair to the list. Matthew calling out for help is literally him trusting that person with his life; the concept sort of goes hand in hand for him. This boy would rather die a quiet death than ask for help so if he’s actively reaching out to you? Yeah, there’s a lot of trust there and it’s pretty fragile so handle with care please and thank you.
✏ : What are their creative outlets?
Photography is the newest of passions of his. Well, he was interested in it back in the late 19th century when personal cameras were coming around but it wouldn’t be until after WWII would he actually get the time to go out and take photographs of what he wanted. Nature photography has been such a pleasant experience for him and he has a pretty good for when the lighting is just right or being able to whistle to get an animal’s attention. He feels very in tune and lost in the moment. He’s capturing little bits and pieces of himself and quiet moments of life that remind him that yes, things are actually alright.
Sketching was the longest pastime though; he’s got quite a collection of sketchbooks that he’s filled over the years of just moments he’s witnessed. Charlie reading under the big willow tree in the estate, Jack feeding one of the horses, father asleep in the armchair book draped across his chest, a bird making a nest on his porch. They all make sense to him even if a couple, to an outsider’s look don’t have a clue, why he would find it important enough to take the time to bring out the charcoal and document such a minor thing.
He’s pressed some flowers and leaves as well in these books.
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But- but my blorbos!!
What a sweet note though, thank you Matt Kirkland my dude <3
#dracula#i now have dracula at home actually so i could just... read it#but do i want to? when every email has been a surprising little treat and i never knew what i was getting into?#but i also can't wait for months to find out what happens 😩
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The Danegeld Axe
Part Four: Assets
First Installment: Here.
Last Installment: Here.
Current Installment: You are here!
Next Installment: Here.
Author's note: Inspired by the 1950s short story "The Man Who Came Early" by Poul Anderson. This installment of the Viking-time-travel au sees government employees being stupid, Matthew Williams being less stupid and Arthur Kirkland finally snapping.
21st Century
Washington DC
Diplomatic Security Service
"Does the name Kirkland mean anything to you?"
"Costco brand home goods?" He grinned and slid a cup of shitty coffee to his executive branch counterpart. “Yeah, some aquaintance of my primary asset.”
“He’s your asset’s father, as far as anyone can tell.”
“Is that how they’re related? Huh. Good to know. The name has come up here and there.”
“Didn’t they tell you?”
“They don’t tell me shit. Everyone knows this is a cushy post. Keep the genius on board and try to keep his tinkering budget below world-ending for a couple of years. Do that, get one of the prestige posts overseas. Boom, career made. Jones hasn’t done anything but cooperate since I got here. What else did I need to know?”
“Yeah, well, he’s a well-connected genius. The father is old world money. And I mean old. The kind of money that's been bulking up interest since the crusades.”
"Jesus. Why do you ask?"
"He got wind you were looking for his other kid before he went missing."
“Matthew Williams was old European money? You’re not serious. He did grass with homeless guys in Stanley Park and drove a 78 Chevy. Everyone knows Alfred has got the brains and business sense.”
"As best anyone can tell, Alfred was probably conceived in Kirkland's navy days.”
Corcoran snorted. “Half of Boston is a Fleet Week baby.”
“Not an English fleet week, baby. No one knows. Williams was probably from Halifax or Arctic Command, maybe. No one knows their mother, if she's even the same one. They don’t live like old money, but the Kirklands spend way too much time around Downing Street to be nobodies, though.“
"There are more than one?”
“Three brothers at least. Unconfirmed but suspected sister somewhere in the mix.”
"So?"
"So tread carefully is all I'm saying. You’ve just lost his other kid on the ISS. And he’s bound to find out eventually.”
“I did what?”
British Embassy
Washington D.C.
“What did you find?” Arthur sprang to his feet as soon as Matthew passed through the door. He hadn’t even gotten the fucking key out of the door before his father sprung on him.
“Nothing. Not a fucking thing. His place is in its usual state when he’s up there.” Complete chaos. Matt pressed his fingers into his temple, and the executive office and the state department were completely normal. Everything is normal. Nothing looks wrong. No one said anything. Nothing on the computers, nothing in the records.”
"Is your access still that high?”
“Of course not,” Matt snorted. “As far as the US government knows, I’ve been dead for about a year. I just use Alfred’s third set of back-ups.”
“How on earth—”
“Last time I took a northwoods sabbatical.”
“You mean the last time you had a mental breakdown and spent three months in the woods eating possum liver?"
“I prefer racoons thank you, and…” Matthew rubbed the back of his neck, preparing for the backlash. “Well, that was the second to last time.”
“What?” His father’s face was instantly furious and even more worrying, his father was concerned. “Matthew!”
He wasn’t having it. Not today. “I’m fine. I’m not the one missing from this mortal fucking plane. Point is, as far as the US government is concerned, I don’t exist.”
His father’s brain was working, his worry between Matthew standing before him and his firstborn clearly in conflict. Not on his face, never on his face, but Matthew knew what the slight flex of one hand meant. Alfred won. He always won. “And there’s no chance of them noticing? All that you’ve been doing?”
“What do you think?” Matthew snapped as he collapsed in a chair, and as fast as his temper had flared, it was gone. He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, feeling sick where there’d been a fire a moment ago. “Sorry.”
Arthur approached gently. “You didn’t sense anything?”
“Nothing.” He pressed his palms into his eyes. “Not a fucking thing. I woke up two nights ago feeling like this and it hasn’t changed.” The sick, cold feeling was back. It was like missing organs, or his skin, or half of himself. Maybe more than half of himself.
“You should sleep. You haven’t since I arrived.”
“I can’t sleep! I need answers.”
“We can’t get answers if you collapse on me. And we will get answers.” Matt hadn’t cried so far, but Arthur pushed his hair off his face and tapped him under the jaw in that affectionate ‘chin up, lad’ sort of way, and he couldn’t stop himself. His eyes itched, but he would not cry. Instead, he buried his face in his father’s shoulder, pressing his forehead hard enough to hurt. It was pathetic. He was grown. But he couldn't bring himself to care. Alfred was lost, and his entire body felt so wrong, with only his frosted fields and forests and none of the blast of noise and life that was his brother.
“You know what? Fuck this. I brought your good knife. Let's get answers.”
#the ask box || probis pateo#my writing || cacoethes scribendi#arthur || stone set in the silver sea#matthew || my country is winter#the dangeld axe to grind: the viking age time travel au
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Thank you Matt Kirkland (and Bram Stoker) for my life
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