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One of my favorite things is modern adaptations that leave people with the same careers they had in the original material, because unless you’re a cop or a doctor that practically never happens.

Irene Adler’s an opera singer. We still have those! They don’t have the same subtext exactly, but nothing is going to because we aren’t the Victorians. She could continue to be an opera singer. I have never seen this happen.

Jonathan Harker can still be in real estate. That’s a job people have. A modern story that still involves Dracula contacting his firm to help him purchase property sounds amazing actually.

A modern adaptation of Dracula where you keep seeing Jonathan Harker’s face on bus stop bench ads for his realtor office.

#“This client doesn’t seem to exist online; a bit strange. But he’s elderly so it’s not that unusual” -Jonathan about to make a mistake – @capslockdoesntexpressmyjoy

I was about to joke about Quincey Morris still being a cowboy, but then it occurred to me that he’s not actually a cowboy in the source material, is he? He’s the wealthy heir of a Texas ranch-owning family who just acts like an Old West cowboy. If anything, that’s even more plausible today than it was in 1897.

I’m pretty sure this post predates Dracula Daily. I first saw it before I had heard of it and I didn’t know who Jonathan was.

The timestamp says it’s from 2020, I think the first DD year was 2021, and it took over Tumblr in 2022.

Yup! But now that Dracula Season is a thing exists I sure do get additional bursts of notes on this little number starting in May every year.

…mostly people yelling about how ‘in real estate’ is not an accurate description of Jonathan’s job and dragging me for misleading the nice person who proposed bus stop realtor ads.

Seward, twirling his lancet: what a fine man is my friend quincey 😳😳❤️‍🔥 truly what a man 🥴🥴🥴😍 let's hope america keeps sending us more strong manly stallions like this one 🫡❤️‍🔥😻 this information is vital to have on record btw. Now onto weird metaphors with my cryptic mentor

I couldn't stop thinking of the dracula cast in the style of vampire knight. So I drew it!

Why is the example for “telling someone the plot of Dracula sounds like lying about the plot of Dracula” always “Dracula gets stabbed to death by a cowboy” and never “Dracula gets murdered by his real estate agent”?

Follow up:

Facts are facts. @ladycloud @esmesqualor-not-esmecullen

can't decide if i feel amazed or betrayed that everyone who'd already read the book kept this a secret

Are you a Jonathan Harker neurodivergent (talks more as they get more comfortable, goes quiet under stress) or a Quincey Morris neurodivergent (talks less as they get more comfortable, gets wordier under stress)?

From the notes on this it has become clear that I need to add a third category: Abraham van Helsing neurodivergent (can’t stop talking regardless of stress level)

Jack Seward neurodivergent: Mostly only talks to his comfort phonograph and emotional support lancet.

Mina Harker neurodivergent: constantly talking about TRAINS

I love so much that Dracula’s death is only an afterthought on tumblr compared to Quincey’s death. This is why I love Dracula Daily so much. We loved the laconic, never included, technically-not-really-needed-for-the-story cowboy more than the iconic, titular character. 

“We shall at the first board that ship; then, when we have identified the box, we shall place a branch of the wild rose on it. This we shall fasten, for when it is there none can emerge; so at least says the superstition. Then, when we get the opportunity that we seek, when none are near to see, we shall open the box, and—and all will be well.”

“I shall not wait for any opportunity,” said Morris. “When I see the box I shall open it and destroy the monster, though there were a thousand men looking on, and if I am to be wiped out for it the next moment!”

Quincey is nothing if not practical and I respect that. 

Somewhere on a cloud, a girl is waiting. She has been for months. 

As the sun sets on Earth, a familiar voice speaks up–a put-on drawl that even now makes her laugh, despite everything.

“Well, hello again. Fancy meeting you in a place like this.” He finds her hand and kisses it. The drawl thins to something warmer. Truer. “Everyone sends their love.”

She knows. She wishes she could send it back. But there will be time enough for that. For now, though, won’t he sit here a while and tell her a story? This place has many things, but is so lacking for good storytellers. He figures he can stay a spell and accommodate her. 

So they sit and he speaks and she hears how those who loved and were loved by her set out to slay a Dragon.

RIP Quincey P Morris you balled too hard for this world to handle

quincey morris was rootin, he was tootin, BY GOD he was shootin.... and most of all. he was kind.

Dracula Daily readers today:

Howdy y'all, I'm Quincey Morris and this is my friend Jonathan Harker, welcome to our unboxing video,

it's really funny to me that Arthur crashed the boat and everyone gossiped so much about it that it got back to Jack and Quincey

#you know everyone who lives in the area was down the pub that night talking about these weird english boys #'first they pretended they were government officials and then they smashed into the bank. oh and one guy had a huge knife for some reason' (@cascadiums)

quincey and lucy, call that ship “wild westenra”