#may 31

[can-they-assemble-ikea-furniture]

Assume they have access to ikea furniture

[random-user753]

"Every scrap of paper was gone, and with it all my notes, my memoranda, relating to railways and travel, my letter of credit, in fact all that might be useful to me were I once outside the castle."

Dracula is really a master of psychological abuse - on the one hand he reinforces the bars of his prison, on the other hand he lets Jonathan feel his power even more because he dared to fight and so his hopes get crushed in a most cruel way.

Once again, this day by day-approach makes this entry bone-chilling.

[tswiftupdatess]

Fun Fact: Taylor Swift has been using 4 different guitar colors for the Lover act of The Eras Tour for 94 shows in a row without anyone noticing! It's really hard (almost impossible) to tell them apart because their colors are very similar, but they're all different.

Guitars: Kerry Green, Frost Blue, Pink and Lavender! x

(May 31, 2024)

[another-chaotic-bisexual-vampire]

JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL

(Kept in shorthand.)

31 May.— Dear diary, I couldn’t find my diary so I’m writing this on both of my Kung Fu Panda 2 DVDs.

[picklepie888]

Reposting this meme I had made for last year's run.

[niallhoranhasthat1thing]

Niall Horan

Before his Tampa Bay Show | May 31 2024

[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Insecure

@jegulus-microfic May 31, Word count 1101

Previous part First part

This is it, the final part. I hope you enjoy it. I'm just going to go cry that it's over. Love you all xxx

Sirius dropped down next to James and looked thoughtfully at his brother. 

“What is he? A, maine coon?” He tilted his head, trying to see all of Regulus. Remus leant over and traced the flickering star shape on Regulus’s chest and looked closer at the glowing eyes. 

“I swear I’ve read about a cat like this somewhere,” He screwed up his face as he tried to recall the information. 

Peter crashed through the trees and came to a stop beside them, his hands on his knees as he bent over and inhaled huge gulps of air. He looked over at Regulus in his cat form. 

“Oh, he’s cute,” He wheezed. Regulus hissed at him. “Sorry, regally handsome,” He corrected. Regulus let out a little huff. 

“I think he’s a Cat-Sìth.” Remus started, explaining, "They were these huge cats that lived in the highlands. They used to go and mess about with the muggle farmers, so the wizards in the area told the locals to leave out milk for them on Samhain so they'd bless them, or they’d dry up all their cow’s milk. There was also something about the muggles believing that the cats were really witches that could transform into a cat. And there was something about them stealing souls. But everything I read said that they were all black cats apart from a white patch of fur on their chests and eyes that glowed in the night.” They all looked at Regulus with scrutinising faces and nodded along in agreement. 

Regulus transformed back into his human body. 

“Ha! I’m a legendary myth,” He pointed at Sirius, gloating. 

“You might transform into a legendary myth, Reggie. But at the end of the day, you’re still just an itty bitty ickle pussycat.” Sirius took off running and transformed into Padfoot mid-step as the giant black cat of legend chased him into the forest. James couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as he heard the unmistakable yelp of a dog being attacked. 

“We should probably go and break them up,” He said to Remus and Peter. They followed the sounds of barking and hissing through the trees.

“We’re going to have to add him to the marauders map and figure out a nickname for him now, aren’t we?” Remus chuckled as Sirius yelped again. 

“Yeah, I think we have to,” James grinned happily at the thought.

***

He was nervous. More nervous than he’d been on the night he’d first turned. He’d followed James, Sirius and Peter out into the grounds. It was still light, but the sun was rapidly sinking towards the horizon. 

Regulus watched James fold away the marauder’s map, now proudly emblazoned with the names, Moony, Wormtail, Eclipse, Padfoot and Prongs. They had decided on Eclipse after they’d pulled Regulus off of Sirius, because James said, with the white flash, he looked like a solar eclipse, with a tiny bit of light in the total darkness.  

The whomping willow reached towards them as they neared. Violently slamming its branches down at them. He watched as Peter transformed into the tiny rat. He scurried under the flailing limbs and pressed a little knot on one of the tree's roots. The willow froze, not even its leaves moved. The four of them slid into the opening at the tree’s base and dropped into the tunnel below. 

Regulus had to stoop to walk forward. He had no idea how Remus walked down here, he must have to nearly crawl. 

The tunnel finally opened up to reveal a door. Sirius pushed it open, and they stepped into the dusty, mouldy insides of the shrieking shack. 

“They send Lupin here?” Regulus asked incredulously. No wonder he’d caused himself so much damage. 

“Better than being locked in a cell made from silver under the ministry,” Sirius said blandly. Regulus turned to his brother, shocked. 

“Is that really what they do?” 

“Yes. Registered werewolves have to report there before the full moon.” Sirius replied. 

“But silver is poison to werewolves,” Regulus argued. Sirius nodded sadly at him. 

“That’s the point, Reggie,” Regulus’s eyes flickered to a spot on the wall behind Sirius’s right shoulder. There was a long deep gouge carved into the wall. His eyes widened as he realised what had caused it. 

“Just how big does Remus get?” He asked, feeling insecure for only a second as he pointed at the claw mark on the wall. Sirius grinned. 

“Let’s just say he makes me look like a puppy.” Regulus stared at him open-mouthed. 

They had to hide quickly when they heard Madam Pomfrey and Remus coming down the passageway. They ran up the stairs and hid in one of the bedrooms until Madam Pomfrey left. 

Sirius rushed back downstairs ahead of them and checked Remus was okay by running his hands all over him. 

“Sirius, I’m fine, stop fussing me,” Remus protested, pushing Sirius away. James pulled Regulus in close. 

"It won’t be long now, love. You ready?” Regulus looked up into James’s eyes and felt completely safe.

“Yeah,” He smiled, being completely truthful. He looked around the room at the four people in the world who truly cared for him and chuckled under his breath.

“What’s so funny?” James asked, his voice full of kindness. Regulus stood on tiptoe and kissed James before he answered. 

“I’m so glad I was out picking fluxweed while a crazed werewolf was running amok.”

“Hey!” Remus feigned outrage through gritted teeth. 

“It's time,” Sirius said, giving Remus one last kiss before he changed into Padfoot. 

Regulus watched through his new eyes as Remus dropped to the floor screaming and writhing. Sirius whined and danced about on his feet and Remus broke apart and reformed as a truly enormous wolf. Eclipse craned his neck to see all of him.

The wolf and the dog sniffed each other excitedly and Padfoot licked the Moony all over his face, wagging his tail excitedly. It took a while, but the wolf eventually spotted the cat. He let out a low growl, but Padfoot rushed to Eclipse’s side and whined at Moony, pleading. Wormtail scuttled forward and sat at Eclipse’s feet. Prongs came to stand behind them all, his antlered head slightly lowered in case he needed to protect them. 

Moony leaned closer, but Eclipse held firm. Moony shoved his nose into the white fur on Eclipse’s chest. Eclipse put his paws on Moony’s muzzle and stood up on his hind legs. The werewolf stared into the Cat-Sìths eyes, recognising him as another legendary creature. Eclipse purred. An approximation of a smirk crept across his feline face, knowing everything would be alright.

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“Tearing a Phone Book in Half With Our Huge Manly Muscles”

[todaysdocument]

American Soldier Surveys Damaged German "Tiger" Tank

Record Group 111: Records of the Office of the Chief Signal OfficerSeries: Photographs of American Military Activities

Original caption: 31 MAY 1944 MM-5-44-6124

FIFTH ARMY, CORI AREA, ITALY

BURNT RUINS OF GERMAN "TIGER" TANK AT CORI.

PHOTO BY MC CROBY

163RD SIGNAL PHOTO CO.

This black and white photograph shows a disabled German tank on the side of a road, partially covered with rubble.  An American soldier stands near the tank looking at it.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Construction workers celebrate the holing through of the last connecting link for the Sixth Avenue subway, at Eighth Avenue and 53rd Street, May 31, 1939. The line replaced the old 6th Avenue El.

Photo: Joseph Costa for the NY Daily News via galeria.cdn.index.hu

[can-they-assemble-ikea-furniture]

Assume they have access to ikea furniture

[floridaboiler]

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor is now stepping away from her TTPD instagram theme and is going back to colors!

(May 31, 2024)

[taviamoth]

[another-chaotic-bisexual-vampire]

Dracula took all his shit and now Jonathan has nothing to wear for pride tomorrow what a MONSTER

[thethirdromana]

The suit in which I had travelled was gone, and also my overcoat and rug

Dracula Daily has been a bit light on things I can provide images of recently, so let's have some Victorian overcoats.

The top left is a Chesterfield overcoat, which is also what the man on the left in the top right photo is wearing; his is double-breasted. A Chesterfield is a formal coat, which I think is why it's being paired with top hats here.

The bottom left is an Ulster overcoat, though if the cape were the same length as the sleeves it would be an Inverness overcoat instead. This is a less formal daytime coat.

On the bottom right is an advert for Mackintosh waterproof overcoats. They used fabric coated with rubber, an idea which dates back to the Aztecs, but which in the UK took off from the 1840s onwards.

I don't know what sort of overcoat Jonathan would wear for a long journey to Transylvania, but my guess would be an Ulster or Inverness.