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When it comes to displays of affection, particularly in public, Jonathan is rather reserved, to the point of sending mixed messages to those who are not familiar with his personality. He looks too stiff or too shut off for romance of any kind to blossom between him and anyone else. It’s not even that he is cold, he tries to be as sympathetic and kind as he can to everyone around him, he simply does not leave any room for flirty banter, no hand holding beneath the table, no lingering kisses on someone’s hand or cheek, nothing. It seems as if he’s not the least bit interested in developing a relationship. But nothing could be further from the truth.   ──    Jonathan is a romantic at heart. He craves for intimacy and complicity as much ( or perhaps even more ) as anyone else.

But he is also reserved. Despite being a deeply sensitive man, he does not appreciate when strangers see him this way. According to his father, his sensitivity is a weakness, like a limp or a frail lung. So Mr. Harker often prefers to keep to himself, avoiding outing his softness, being able to ( rarely ) disguise it under the shroud of mystery or aloofness. But in private, make no mistake, he is entirely and completely devoted to his better half. The affection that may be lacking in more public settings is returned in double. And although he is known to be a bit more on the gloomy side, he makes attempts at playfulness with those he is comfortable with. He wants to reassure his lover that they are wanted and appreciated, but his education has taught him to be strict when separating his private life from his public one.

Loving comes easily to him. And although he might not be the most commanding man, when left alone with those he loves, Jonathan gains a strength and confidence rarely seen in him. Because he is sure of the strength of his feelings, because he is a romantic, because he would, without a second thought, sacrifice himself in the name of love, when it comes to romantic relationships, he is, strangely, quite confident. He might not kiss her on the lips in front of others, but Jonathan will have no issues in admitting time and time again that he needs to consult with MINA HARKER about most things. He has no qualms in asking for her help, in admiring and encouraging her independence, in trusting her with anything he trusts himself with and more! Love, in Jon’s mind, is a strength, not a weakness.

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Prince Albert gifs 6/-

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emapthy​:

lips press hot,    feverish against the pale pallor of his cheek.      eyes hold in them tears,      not of sadness but of relief.      the feeling floods her,      consumes her at the sight of him.      he has changed somehow.      his frame ridged.       arms wrap themselves around his torso,      the top of her head resting beneath his chin as if it were always meant to be there.

“      jonathan …    ”      his name,    a prayer upon her lips,          “      you’re alright.     your letters,     they had stopped,      and when you did not return on the day you had promised,     i thought surely,     something terrible must have befallen you.    i knew you would not approve of my taking the journey alone but i could not bare the thought of you in distress.      oh,    my love.       ”        and she is kissing him again,      hands burying themselves in the lapels of his jacket.     but he does not kiss her back.        why is he not kissing her?       she pulls away,     eyes wide and searching,         “        jonathan?     is everything alright?      i thought you would be happy to see me.        ”

@hrker​  ,     (  …   )     did not ask for this but got it anyway.

jon’s eyes remain fixed upon the dark stoned wall . though mina.  ( mina ! his mina ! made of flesh not of memory ! )   wrapped her arms around him and called for his name , harker could not bring himself to move . every kiss of hers brought new sensations into full bloom . her lips were not red nor concealing sharp edges , instead they were warm , pink , soft against a skin that no longer felt like his own . and each time her flesh touched upon his , jonathan could feel her life running through a thousand corridors , crimson and hot and SCREAMING ! pale fingers twitched at his sides ... he wished to hold her but was horrified to find that he could not conceive touching without ripping .

                    “ mina --- ? ”  lips find him again and mr. harker is still ; like he too was made of the same dark stone of that cursed castle . but he hears it , mina murray’s heartbeat , drumming in the depths of her chest , causing every hollow inch of him to vibrate . IT ECHOES IN HIS HEAD ; and jon wishes to entrap it between his jaws . his blue eyes do widen with horror , for never before had such thoughts plagued him mind , but how could he ignore ? mina , alive ! a hummingbird fluttering its wings against cold marble ... jon tried to swallow but found that his throat was horribly dry . HE WISHED TO DROWN IN HER .

      “  you shouldn’t have come .  ”  his protest sounded weak against her hold . jonathan’s hands carefully moved to touch mina’s forearms as he gently tried to untangle himself from her . he could smell it ; the iron , sharp and heavy , it lingered beneath his fingertips . jonathan seemed absolutely enthralled while gazing down at mina , lost in both awe and hunger for a minute too long. finally a flash of panic hit his once distant stare , causing his hold on mina to tighten and the distant echoes of his past live to become loud and clear . “  were you seen ? did they hear you ?!  ” 

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hello, good evening, @emapthy is trying to kill me

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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not only does jon clap when the plane lands, he apologises to drivers who stop for him to cross the street.

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…the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.

Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (via theclassicsreader)

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Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) Directed by Francis Ford Coppola

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I really didn't want to have to make this post. But the urging of friends lead me here. Hi, some of you know me as ilya, previously you may have known me as béla. I recently moved to the state of florida and, on my first night here, I shattered my back molar. No problem, I thought, I'll get it fixed later. But now the tooth is severely infected and has abscessed in my jaw and throat. This is a life threatening issue. I need the tooth pulled asap, but no dentist will work with me because I have no insurance. I am scared out of my mind. The dentists I've called all want 95 dollars up front for the exam and up to 480 dollars for a single extraction. I feel so powerless in this situation and I am in so much pain. Hydrocodone was prescribed to me for pain and it doesn't even work anymore. I cannot swallow or eat or drink. I hate to ask for help, but I am genuinely afraid. Please help me if you can. My paypal is belazeena@gmail.com. I cannot offer you anything in this condition. I'm so sorry.

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a wild concept but ......... vampire AU jon.

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James Blake – The Wilhelm Scream (Slowed)

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Nights filled with worship, holding each other like a prayer unspoken,

Nikita Gill, from “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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vampyras​:

                        𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍  𝚘𝚏  𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚜𝚘  𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚊  𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚢  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝,  who in twisting those freezing fingers to one side then firmly grasped mr. harker by the hand and wrist.  he could feel the warm blood racing there,  just beneath the surface;  his thumb resting just below the thumping,  thrumming pulse.   but such touch was fleeting enough,  retreated when his questionings had grown too personal and the stammering solicitor struggled to find his words. 

“ nonsense.   the description you give is most appreciated.   in fact,  your speaking of your wife reminds me much of my own, though in truth my memory is not what it once was, and the years have been unkind…            but this miss mina sparks the memory of her quite well.    indeed,  that i should be lucky to meet so accomplished a woman in my time in london,  i would very much like to make her my wife…  ”

                        but the count would have no more of this idle chatter, it seemed.    for he clapped his hands and then shook them,  as if by some great, silent wind he were ushering the conversation away.   instead he took to gathering up the papers between them both, careful not to allow the ink to stick the pages together, and while setting them aside looked at mr. harker quite sternly.   

“ … but i shall have no more work tonight for you.  you are my guest, and i would learn more of you and of the place from which you come.   from you i have asked for honesty,  and with the pleasantries and niceties dealt with between us,  there shall be room for nothing but.   you see,  these past nights have been something of respite for me,  and your stories have brought much mirth to my heart.              i would hear more of them,  if you are not disobliged to my requests…  nay,  in fact,  i would like very much to regale mister hawkins in my letters that we are to become good friends,  you and  i…   ”

Something in the way Dracula spoke caused Jon’s brow to furrow with puzzlement; he could comprehend what it was about his host’s words which caused something within his chest to flutter with a distant and cold discomfort, but, for the shortest of moments, Mr. Harker felt an urgent need to be home, to be amongst his own and, most importantly, TO BE WITH MINA. But the moment quickly passed and Jon thought it best to blame that sudden wave of panic on the wine he had had for supper. A finger discreetly loosened the collar around his neck; he wouldn’t want the count to think that he had made him nervous with all these talks of love and marriage ( you’re a man , Jonathan , not a boy ! ).

            It was when he clapped that Jon’s heavily-lidded eyes widened to focus back on Dracula. It seemed his host had grown tired of the topic at hand. As his long fingers reached out to gather the papers Mr. Harker had been looking through, the solicitor did little more than watch, confused and with ink stained hands. The count was used to stay up way past the witching hours, that much Jon had learned, could it be that their work day was ending earlier than usual? And those eyes.  —   MY GOD   —   the way those eyes pierced through his flesh and soul … Jonathan thought he might have offended Dracula in some manner. Had it been all the idle chit chat? Had he made himself look lazy or slow? He was ready to stand up and quickly apologise, but the old man was quicker with his words.

Poor Jon must have looked like a fool, sitting there, staring at his client in complete silence. But he did not know how to possibly react without appearing unprofessional. Respite, mirth, good friends ( imagine that , good friends ) ! What a relief to hear such things! Yet Jon kept his composure. Doing as his father had taught him, he got up from his chair, bowed his head ever so slightly and replied as clearly and respectfully as he was allowed to.    “   Count Dracula, I am your guest. And it brings me nothing but joy to learn that you’ve enjoyed my company thus far.   ”    He wished to say more on the topic but didn’t.   “  But you asked me for honesty and that I shall continue to offer. Therefore, forgive me for asking but I must for, if I did not do so, I would find no peace during the rest of my stay here: is this wise?  ”   Mr. Harker asked. He felt ashamed of his nervousness. So much so that he walked away from the count and closer to the fire, hoping that he could blame the lack of eye contact on his cold hands.

       “  I have come here to work under Mr. Hawkins’ instructions —— If you were to send him a letter with such contents, I fear that he might come to believe that I’ve taken advantage of both you and your hospitality or that I might have elected leisure over work.  ”  

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jonathan’s worst enemies are vampires and spices.

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seward really went “i was expecting jon to be an alpha not a soy boy” 

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JONATHAN HARKER [1/??]

(…) After reading [ Harker’s ] account of it I was prepared to meet a good specimen of manhood , but hardly the quiet , business-like gentleman who came here to-day . 

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Julian K. Jarboe, ‘First Contact, Communion’ from Everyone on the Moon Is Essential Personnel