Ruthven Is So Messy He Nursed Aubrey Back To Health After The Death Of His Love For Weeks And Then Got

i know we joke about cis artists having the weirdest sense of anatomy, but also even when the anatomy is fine, no one seems to want to draw women doing normal things

(source: The Birmingham (UK) Evening Dispatch, December 17, 1904.)

If I had to choose a last meal before getting sent to the gallows I would choose all of the worlds suffering so nobody has to hurt anymore

"Rationalism" is up there with "Objectivism" in terms of "definitionally funny things to call your own belief system".

The long sir Francis Varney post

It’s October, so I think it’s a proper time to write about vampires again (to be fair, vampires can be expected here around the year…). But first, a little rant about a slightly non-related thing; it bothers me when people use the term ”guilty pleasure” to describe something that is actually well made, even high art, just because they are embarrassed to like it. No, Mr. Fragile Masculinity Man, liking ballet does not make it your guilty pleasure just because none of your friends are into it. It’s still art. It’s still something that requires incredible skill to accomplish. In my opinion, guilty pleasure means things that you know are poorly or lazily made and generally not good literature/film/art/whatever, and yet you still like them.

Why I bring this up is because tonight I want to write about my own guilty pleasure when it comes to vampire fiction. No, it’s not Twilight. Or any other vampire romance. If I have to pick a book that is simultaneously among the most poorly written I own and also one I genuinely like, it would have to be James Malcolm Rymer’s massive penny dreadful Varney the Vampyre, or The Feast of Blood.

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So I’m reading The Making of Frankenstein by Daisy Hay (cause I’m a hoe for absolutely anything concerning my Geneva squad babies) and she’s talking about the manuscripts of Frankenstein allowing us to see how the book progressed as Mary wrote and Percy edited. AND THERE’S PICTURES. There’s one part where Percy added comments in pencil and Mary went over them in pen to make sure she’d remember to add them in and another part where she scribbled out his suggestions altogether. One part shows that Percy must have slammed the book shut because the ink from his pen left corresponding splashes and splotches on the opposite page and you can see where Mary switched from chunky pens to thin-nibbed ones. Percy used black ink and Mary used brown ink. I felt like I’d been transported to a candlelit room with Mary sitting at her desk hurriedly writing away as Percy looked on and honestly BOOKS ARE MAGIC!❤️❤️

The Tampa Tribune, Florida, July 25, 1913

The Cook County Herald, Grand Marais, Minnesota, August 22, 1903