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silverjirachi · 2 years
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john. look at me john. listen to me. you know corn? corn that grows on the farm? you know farmers that grow the corn? when farmers grow the corn they don’t dig it up john. they wait, john. are you listening to me, john? they fucking wait for the corn to grow. and then they say “damn. this is good corn.” but not a moment sooner, john! are you listening to me? i have some ideas, john. theories. but im not going to tell you what they are. in case i’m wrong. i don’t want to freak anyone out. but i’m not wrong john. i’m never wrong. im professor van helsing, john. and this is corn.
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jupiterlandings · 7 months
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“We’ve got a truth &
it’s on our side;
dawn is coming,
open your eyes”
Dracula Aesthetics: Professor Abraham Van Helsing
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spacelessbian · 2 years
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Van Helsing in adaptations: ragged vampire hunter
Van Helsing in the book: actually Dutch Hercule Poirot
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defectivegembrain · 5 months
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Love how Van Helsing says not just "friend Quincey" but "MY friend Quincey". Mine all mine not yours! Even if you have known him much longer I'm claiming him
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maximusmaximomax · 5 months
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I thought you all would enjoy my presentation for my PowerPoint Party last night: "Why Bramothy Stoker's 1897 book 'Dracula' is actually about queer polyamorous love" alternative title, "There is Absolutely No Heterosexual Explanation for This"
(I am SO SORRY none of these artists are credited, if this is your art please message me and I will credit it appropriately. I made it in a hurry for my friends and didn't think to share it until after and I don't think I can find these artists again)
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mourningmaybells · 1 year
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I see literary analyses that immediately equate blood sucking and transfer to sex (a view that I find too limiting tbh), but none so far that mention “Seward sucking VH’s wound to save him” incident, which I see as a failing on their part.
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oldshrewsburyian · 1 year
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Look, Dracula Daily readers, I understand, sympathize with, and to some extent share the general disapproval of the obviously doomed tactic of Leaving Mina Out. However, I feel the need to defend Professor Van Helsing here (again.) This man, who has adopted Mina and the Four Sad Men, is otherwise alone in life because his child is dead and his wife is insane. This, I am convinced, is part of what enables Van Helsing to say “Life is nothings; I heed him not”; it’s not just his religious conviction. And he tells Seward explicitly that his reason for excluding Mina from vampire-hunting is his fear that she might go mad (not only awful for her, but also condemning Jonathan to an existence like his own, sob) and/or suffer the trauma and grief of a miscarriage. So it’s easy for us to say Let The Woman Do Things, but... everyone’s trying to prevent everyone else from Going Mad Due To Horrors here, and some missteps along the way are more or less inevitable.
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jrhysmeyers · 1 year
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Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Thomas Kretschmann as Alexander Grayson and Professor Van Helsing | Dracula, 1x03 — Goblin Merchant Men
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listentothepages · 2 years
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van helsing is the unexpected audience surrogate. my man read the diaries and letters of jonathan and mina & immediately went "i love you, i would risk my life for you, you're so cute together, you're my children, let's be friends forever"... just like we did. and if we came face to face with these characters now, after following their stories since may, would we not also go "it's such a pleasure and honour to finally meet you, i feel like i know you already"? :')
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Van Helsing: what must I do to convince you that the dead woman you loved and whose head I wanted to cut off is in fact a child-eating monster?
Dr. Seward: professor, you're my best friend, I respect you, but you sound like an insane person.
Van Helsing: let us break into Lucy's tomb, and you'll see that it's empty!
Dr. Seward: that doesn't prove anything! Maybe some perverts stole the body, you don't know...
Van Helsing: I found a child in the graveyard!
Dr. Seward: put that thing back where it came from, or so help me!
Van Helsing: well, we don't want the cops to think we kidnapped it, and we don't want to tell them that we were graverobbing either, so let's take the child into the city and drop it in the middle of the street as soon as we hear a cop coming.
Dr. Seward: that's the first sane thing you've said all night.
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lunar-eclipse-bunnies · 5 months
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if you're wondering why i haven't psoted atr in a hot minute, my world building class is why.
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twilight-zoned-out · 1 year
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Dracula reminds me of that line from Kim Possible where Kim (a cheerleader) is dodging all of Dr. Drakken’s obstacles and he goes “Why did she have to be a cheerleader? If she were on the debate team I'd have vaporized her by now!”
But here’s this villain Dracula getting whomped by real-estate Jonathan Harker and his debate-adjacent profession buddies and that’s kind of great
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boxingcleverrr · 1 year
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Oh hey I have polls!
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theimpossiblescheme · 10 months
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Swaddled in his coat, the thick fur collar wreathed around her head and her arm pulled into the long, heavy sleeves, Mina looks so like a child.  Knees pulled up to her chest as she lay on her side by the fire, visibly trying not to toss and turn against the rough ground.  No lines on her face save for the burn on her forehead, but the light of the fire throws the shadows under her eye into sharp relief, and her features are pinched into the sort of fear that pierces an old man’s heart.  The sort of fear he’d hoped to spare her.  It is hard to reconcile the calm, graceful, divinely patient, and devilishly clever woman she’d been before, all racing mind and sweet words, with this lost creature laying at his side.  It feels too cruel a reversal, to try and offer her comfort now when she had given it so freely only days before.
But Abraham has already failed her dearest friend, and sweet Lucy’s death still casts a pall over the whole company, even for all his efforts.  He will redouble them for Mina’s sake.  It is enough to know he might never see John or the brave Arthur again… a third loss may be his undoing.  It is all he can do to keep from imagining his own long-loved, long-lost faces in their place.
He stays silent as he pulls another wrap of furs from the wagon about his shoulders and straightens where he sits, signaling his intent to stay up and keep watch.  Mina’s head moves in what’s almost a nod before lolling heavily aside, just inches from him.  Tempting as it is to haul her into his lap as he would a small girl or run a hand over her unbound dark curls, Abraham abstains.  He will not touch her if she does not wish it–her cries upon having the wafer pressed to her skin still ring in his ears.  As do the resolute declarations of love and soothing hums from her husband shortly thereafter as he held her.  What would their Jonathan think to see her now, he wonders… and quickly resolves that it must not be so.  He will not leave her side tonight, and he shall return Mina to him as she was–bright and lovely, her energy and light restored.
This new oath is a balm, if only a slight one, to such an aching, weary old breast as his, and for the first time in hours he lifts his voice, hoarse with disuse, but gentle enough that only she can hear…
“’k Heb U altijd van noode, dag en nacht, slechts uw genâ verwint des boozen macht. Wie kan als gij mijn gids en sterkte zijn? Blijf bij mij, Heer, in nacht en zonneschijn!”
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