Those Boots Are Fire

Literally the exact behavior of the Democratic Party

The cherry on top of Dracula's emotional and psychological manipulation is how Jonathan Harker was left in the wilderness waiting and waiting outside the Castle with wolves around in the cold of night...

And once Jonathan is let in by Dracula, he is welcomed to sit by the hearth: warmth, comfort, domesticity. Immediately, Jonathan associates the things the Count provides (if he's a good patient boy) with security and shelter from worse things.

Ooh, excellent shout! It's a very subtle manipulation that you wouldn't necessarily recognise in the moment as manipulation. In the span of this one interaction, Dracula is conditioning Jonathan to perceive him as a safe person to be around, someone who will provide for him and keep him safe, and it gives him a lot of power in the dynamic from the moment he introduces himself, because he is the only form of safety Jonathan will get.

you can literally put this stuff on anything & its good

I’m not the Devils advocate, but I do live next to the guy. His living situation is very toxic. Kind of explains his behavior tbh

When you go to bed and forget to feed the cat

?????

There’s a monster in my mind

He comes out from time to time

I'm in the stage of writing where I keep adding lines to skeletons of scenes and filling up the timeline and daydreaming about stuff that could happen, which technically counts as writing so I don't feel guilty for not typing words in a while

It's not for the project I actually want to work on, but that's out of my control, I'm afraid

Precision.

It’s easy to ignore information I don’t need. Near impossible to manifest information I don’t have.

European recipes make me feel like Walter white

American recipes: [3 page story about how their mamaw used to make this for them during the depression] so you’re gonna smack a stick of butter in there and then put a cup or two of flour until you feel like it’s dry enough. Be generous with the sugar. You’ll know when. Get a healthy amount of molasses and an egg in there and then mix up with your hands until it’s nice and crumbly. If you’re feeling fruity you can add vanilla extract here if you’re tough like they are where I come from cornmeal will do. Add water to taste and texture. If you’ve struck big it can be milk. Put in cast iron skillet blow it a kiss and bake until golden brown. Let cool until you get tired of smacking a bunch of little hands away from having a taste.

European recipe for essentially the same thing: You. Worm. Get out your little scale. You need 147 grams of flour. no more no less. 133 milliliters of fresh milk. 27 grams of white granulated sugar. If an extra granule ends up in the mixing bowl someone from Brussels will be by to administer the proper regulatory fee in 48 hours. Whisk together for 139 seconds exactly and titrate 3ml extrait de vanille into the bowl using an eye dropper before baking at 231 Celsius for 26 minutes. If you deviate from this in any way the food will be inedible and your fine will double. 

remembering that time i met someone who attended high school in west bend, wisconsin and they told me how their school district works. to them it was completely normal while i was wondering if they were messing with me.

their schools are conjoined twins???

But like…why?

Meanwhile downstairs

kissing her neck and rubbing her ears and pulling coins out of them