You Hear That Gurjin Thirst Club... He Wants You All!

They look like giant Burritos.

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

just another game of D&D.

Delicious and dragons

Love this comic seriously !

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I hope all my Jewish followers, and friends stay safe.

Perfect couples costume for next Halloween:

Willy Wonka and the unknown <3

Paper Jam Dipper is Best Waifu!

Paper Jam Dipper body pillow

@ gentiles: if you choose to take a stand and advocate for palestinians (as you should - if you're able) you need to also research antisemitic dogwhistles & the history of antisemitism in the pro-palestinian movement; the movement is not inherently antisemitic, but there are antisemitic expressions of it because antisemitism is a hatred that permeates through every section of society.

when you neglect to ensure your activism isn't just thinly-veiled antisemitism, you are not only harming jews but delegitimising an important cause. you have a duty to educate yourself for the sake of both jews and palestinians.

then again, i am aware that many gentiles simply don't care - they know they're being bigoted & they enjoy wearing a progressive mask to see how far their hatred can spread.

and to those people: you are cowards. stop hiding behind anti-zionism and own your bigotry. stop weaponising the suffering of palestinians.

Re-watching the Doug Doug Pajama Sam video and got inspired.

I am 100% convinced that Human pet guy is either a troll, or a Victorian scientist who invented a time machine. Who stays in the 21st century for some reason. (Probably to avoid Tuberculosis or something.)

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.)