#May 3

[renfield-did-nothing-wrong]

dracula is considered a classic because it covers timeless human emotions such as "this food is not good for me but I'll eat it again because it's delicious" and "i ran to the train and of course it was late"

[clefadrylcanines]

May 3rd, Jonathan Harker’s journal

(Mem., get recipe for Mina.) I asked the waiter, and he said it was called “paprika hendl,” and that, as it was a national dish, I should be able to get it anywhere along the Carpathians.

I had for breakfast more paprika, and a sort of porridge of maize flour which they said was "mamaliga," and egg-plant stuffed with forcemeat, a very excellent dish, which they call "impletata." (Mem., get recipe for this also.)

Recipe blog casually interrupted by nightmares and the howling of wild dogs. I’m sure it’s nothing.

[thethirdromana]

Travels with Jonathan Harker, in pictures

If our good friend Jonathan Harker had sent us some photos along with his lovely email, here's what he might have included. All photos are as close to contemporary as I could find.

Left Munich at 8:35 P. M.:

arriving at Vienna early next morning:

Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the streets:

We left in pretty good time, and came after nightfall to Klausenburgh:

All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind. Sometimes we saw little towns or castles on the top of steep hills such as we see in old missals:

sometimes we ran by rivers and streams which seemed from the wide stony margin on each side of them to be subject to great floods:

The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist. They had all full white sleeves of some kind or other, and most of them had big belts with a lot of strips of something fluttering from them like the dresses in a ballet, but of course there were petticoats under them:

(on the left: the Romanian royal family in peasant cosplay in the early 1900s; on the right, a photoshoot of Romanian national dress in 1868)

It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place:

Bonus: a postcard Jonathan might have picked up for Mina.

[assasinationbycarscoveredinhamrs]

For those who celebrate:

Phoenix Wright has been disbarred for five slutty slutty years.

[dailykafka]

— May 3, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

[The day after this entry, on May 4, 1913, Kafka wrote in a letter to Felice Bauer: Yesterday Felix said to me in some connection that I would need a guardian. That’s not a bad idea, I would need one in the ordinary and in the highest sense, if it’s not too late]

[yallemagne]

Jonathan: "I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. There was a dog howling all night under my window, which may have had something to do with it--"

Wolf Dracula: *posted outside the window, screaming*

Other wolves: "What the fuck are you doing??"

Wolf Dracula: "Singing my incoming guest a soothing lullaby, slaves."

[shisasan]

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID: May 3. The terrible uncertainty of my inner existence. END ID]

[throwbackgaylor]

may 3, 2014 | ten years ago today

taylor and karlie kloss attended harry josh’s pre-met gala party together in nyc

[lulublack90]

Prompt 3 - Rush

@jegulus-microfic May 3, Word count 818

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Madam Pomfrey still wouldn’t let them in at lunchtime, but Sirius pushed his way past James and stood before her with his arms crossed and a look that dared her to try and keep him out. She released an exasperated sigh and waved them in. 

“Five minutes, boys. He’s still not well.” She warned them before walking back into her office. 

The boys made their way to Remus’s usual bed. He was curled up in a tiny ball, still fast asleep. He looked paler than usual and James could spot some new scars slowly healing on the exposed skin peaking out of his pyjamas. Remus would worry about hiding them when he saw them. 

Sirius perched on the edge of the bed. He was the only one out of the three of them that ever did. James and Peter preferred to give Remus some breathing space, but Sirius got as close as he could. James watched as Sirius leaned over and brushed a few stray locks off Remus’s sweaty forehead. 

“Hey, Moony,” He whispered. Remus began squirming and moaning pitifully. His eyes slowly blinked open, and he looked up at Sirius first. 

“Ouch,” He croaked, his voice would be sore after all the howling he’d done last night. “What happened?” He asked Sirius. Sirius helped him sit up and stayed close. 

“You were trying to get to something, and we were trying to keep you away from it. I ran back the way you wanted to go and found Regulus picking bloody Fluxweed. You broke past Padfoot, but I managed to get Regulus to go back to the castle, and we wrestled you back to the shack.” James filled him in. 

“It was really scary!” Peter piped in. James had to hold in the groan at Peter's words, they were sure to start a fight between Peter and Sirius. Remus’s worst worry is that he’ll hurt someone and making him feel worse about it was a sure way to aggravate Sirius. 

“Hey Pete, let’s get out of here. Remus doesn’t need all three of us. We can go get some lunch.” He motioned for Peter to head towards the door. James turned back to Remus as Peter left.

“Regulus wants to ask some questions tonight. Will you be back in the Tower by dinner time, do you think?” He asked quietly, not wanting to draw attention to them. Remus shrugged. 

“Depends on whether Poppy will let me go.”

“Okay, what can I tell him if you can’t make it? I don’t want to tell him anything you don’t want me to say. He guessed it was you, but we never confirmed it. I can lie and say we found a wolf while we were messing about in the forest,” James tried. They’d all been sworn to secrecy in second year after they worked out where Remus went every month. 

Remus looked to Sirius, silently asking for help.

“It’s up to you. We can get him to swear he won’t tell. We can’t tell Dumbledore or McGonagall because then we’ll have to explain the whole animagus thing.” Sirius ran his fingers through his hair and said to James. “I don’t know if we can trust him.” James thought it through for a moment. 

“As far as I can tell, he hasn’t said anything to anyone. I’m not saying we can fully trust him, but surely it must be a good sign.” He offered. 

“Okay,” Remus’s croaky voice was getting worse, so Sirius passed him a goblet of water. He took a sip and continued, “I trust you James. If I can’t leave here tonight, you feel him out and tell him what you think we need to.” He snuggled back into his bed and closed his eyes. 

“Are you coming?” James whispered to Sirius. Sirius shook his head and James left them to it. 

The rest of the day seemed to drag on, but somehow he still had to rush from defence against the dark arts up to Gryffindor Tower to meet Regulus on time. He ran inside. The Common room was empty, but Remus and Sirius were up in the dorm room on Remus’s bed going through the work Remus had missed that morning. “She let you out then?” He grinned from the doorway. Both his friends jumped, they hadn’t realised he was there. 

“Yes,” Remus answered. “I’m just sore and tired. It took a lot of grovelling, but she let me go as long as I came straight up here. Where’s Peter?” 

“I thought it best he went to herbology club.” Remus and Sirius nodded in agreement. “Right, I’ll go down and wait for him.” 

James descended the spiral staircase and pushed the fat lady’s portrait open. Regulus was leaning against the wall opposite. 

“About time,” He scoffed. “I’ve been waiting here for ages.” He pushed James out of the way and walked fearlessly into Gryffindor Tower.   

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[funfeminism]

If I had a girlfriend, I, too, would make a memorandum every few sentences to remind myself to find recipes I think she would like

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The NYC Housing Authority's Alfred E. Smith Houses, in the Two Bridges neighborhood of the Lower East Side, opened in 1953. It was an early proponent of racial integration. Here, Black and White kids in one of the playgrounds, May 3, 1956.

Photo: Associated Press

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“Professional Fetish Scientists Rank the Best/Worst Fetishes of 2020”

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor via YouTube Shorts!

[calaisreno]

Prompt for Friday, May 3: Familiar

May Prompts 2024

Dear Prompt Peeps: I hope by now you are all "familiar" with how this works. Don't pay attention to the "rules" or worry about doing it "right." It's all fine.

If you are posting your month of little stories on AO3, I have created a Collection for these. Totally up to you, but add yours if you like: May Prompts 2024 is what it's called. I think it would work best to do this if your stories are in a chaptered work.

Thank you in advance for so many great stories! 💕

Tagging you all in the replies because tumblr tags are being difficult.

[can-they-assemble-ikea-furniture]

Assume they have access to ikea furniture

[allllamasarenerds]

Vanilla has been in power too long. It has forgotten the original spice that took over tumblr.