#barnabas collins icons

[flock-of-cassowaries]

It’s the same picture.

[ghsttk]

feast.

Scenario: Barnabas Collins, your beloved, tries to alleviate your period cramps.

Warnings: smut, period sex, oral sex (reader receiving), mentions of blood, p in v, unprotected sex, f! reader, I can't think of more...

Word count: 1.9k (I wish it was 666 god it would be so iconic)

🩸 Happy Halloween! This is part of my collab with my big li' sister @drugs-and-daddyissues! Visit this darling's profile to see more delicious halloween-themed posts.

It has been a difficult day for you, the second day of your period. You spent the whole day on your bed having cramps, you were tired of going to the bathroom, cleaning yourself, and returning to bed again. You felt like Gregor Samsa from Metamorphosis. But the worst thing was the pitiful eyes from your beloved, Barnabas Collins.

You weren’t dying, you tried to reassure him that, but your small whimpers and groans of pain didn’t help. You rolled from side to side, trying to get comfortable, but nothing seemed to work. In the late evening, Collins entered the room again, stoic.

"My most cherished one, hath the Dark Lord ceased his cruel afflictions upon your tender and sacred womb?" He questioned in his thick accent, staring down at you with emotionless eyes. You shook your head, pressing your wrists down your lower belly, trying to ease the pain. His expression softened as he sighed, he hated seeing you in distress. He approached you on the bed, a hand resting on your knee. “May your power rot in your own hands, Satan.” He hissed, cursing under his breath, but his eyes snapped back at you as you complained once more.

He watched you for a moment, trying to find a solution to your pain. You opened your arms at him, silently asking for a hug, that would at least comfort you. He obliged, used to physical affection since you've been together for half a year, crawling on the bed to approach you. But as he hovered over your stomach, staring into your eyes, he froze. You watched him with an eyebrow raised, confused. He looked down and sniffed soundly, making you chuckle at his sudden action.

He leaned down a bit, still sniffing — is he smelling the blood? As he found the source between your thighs, he looked back at your face, concerned. “My beloved lady, do you suffer any wounds upon your most sacred region?” He asked, eyes staring into your soul. Was he being serious? “Dearest, I've already told you, it's my period.” You shook your head, slightly amused by his reaction. Even though you and Barnabas have been together for a few months, like it was said before, he never witnessed your period before, which you thought was great, until what he did after having the acknowledgment of your period…

“Pray, do you bleed? Does such affliction bring you pain?” He placed his hands on your thighs, unconsciously caressing them as he waited for your answer. You chuckled again, why was he so innocent about these things? “No, love, the blood flow doesn’t cause me pain.” You reached down, your hand stroking his silky hair. He leaned down between your thighs and pressed his nose over your very covered pussy, inhaling the faint iron scent coming from there. He shuddered soundly in anticipation.

Another sting of pain came, making you wince. “Hush now, my beloved.” He kissed your thighs "I shall strive to alleviate your suffering, while I devour you.” He licked his fangs, a wicked grin on his pale lips. He tugged the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down in a heartbeat, even scratching your hips as he did it. You gasped in surprise, you had never seen him so eager before. He stared at your black panties after throwing your shorts away, his fingers reaching to touch the wings of your pad. You heard his voice mumbling something, probably cursing it for absorbing your blood before him. He slowly pulled your panties down, preparing himself for what was to come.

Barnabas shuddered at first sight of your bare pussy, glistening with arousal and smeared with blood, a sight that would disgust a human but make your vampiric lover's mouth water. “My god, this is heaven” He whispered before taking a long, strong lick from the bottom of your entrance to your clit, letting it linger there. He moaned against your folds, holding your thighs tightly to bury his face further. Your blood mixed with your arousal was a heady cocktail intoxicating him, addicting him, turning him feral. Your hands gripped the sheets, trying to steady yourself while your lover eagerly eats you out. He was loud, growling against your wetness, smearing your mixed fluids on his face, his nails digging into your thighs. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly and burying his face even further between your legs, you didn't know he could make it feel this good.

“C-Calm down” You gasped, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, the sight of him fervently licking and sucking you. He didn’t answer, nor showed a sign that he heard you, he kept his pace, devouring you as if he was beyond starving. You shivered every time his tongue flicked on your sensitive clit, his fingers inching closer to touch you. He growled against your wet flesh, making gentle vibrations that made your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Barnabas, please!” You pleaded between moans, he opened his eyes and looked up at you without raising his head. He stared into your soul, you could see the hunger burning inside him, his breath hitting your sensitive flesh. “I can't contain myself” He licked between your slit “You're so, so luscious, dearest” He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking.

You threw your head backward, eyes shut. You tugged his hair tighter and he made a sound between a whimper and a groan. He swirled his tongue around your entrance, teasing before sliding inside. He stroked your inner walls with his tongue, sucking the small blood clots that escaped from your drooling hole, drinking and savoring your mixed fluids. Barnabas' pace didn't falter, actually it only increased. He started pumping his tongue in and out of you and his nose brushed and pressed hard against your clit, you've never been so stimulated in your entire life. His hands moved up and down your thighs, scratching them with his sharp nails, almost cutting your skin.

You cried out loudly, your legs starting to tremble. Barnabas went wild and pushed your knees against your chest, spreading you further. The wet sucking sounds began getting louder. Your inner walls clenched around his tongue, making him growl and double his efforts. Your chest grew heavy, your breath ragged, you were so, so close. He wasn't stupid,  he quickly noticed your body's responses to his mouth. His tongue pumped faster and harder inside of you, his lips brushing against your wet flesh, sucking. It didn't take long for you to melt in his mouth, it would be impossible to hold back for even a few seconds. Barnabas slowed down, giving you long slow licks, trying to be gentler so you could recover sooner, lapping the juices. He swallowed your delicious essence, savoring the sweetness mixed with metallic.

He looked up at you, stroking your legs. A few drops of blood rolled down his chin. “How are you feeling, dearest?” Barnabas whispered, looking into your shiny eyes. You nodded, still steadying your breathing, as if telling him you were better. He smiled, glad that he could help you. He moved up, his face now close to yours, his hips between your wobbly legs. He trailed kisses from your collarbone to your neck, jawline, and finally your cheeks. Your hands rested on his nape, your nails gently scratching his skin. The scent of your blood coming from his mouth was strong but somehow exciting. Barnabas ground between your thighs, his left hand holding your waist. “My goddess, my perfection…” He whispered, sighing dreamily. Barnabas continued to press endless kisses on your neck. “I need to be inside you, now.” He growled, leaning back to look into your eyes.

You looked back at him, weak under his gaze. It wouldn’t be the first time, so why not? With a nod of consent coming from you, he gently lifted your shirt. You shivered as the cold night air hit your sensitive skin, hardening your nipples. His eyes scanned every detail on your skin, every mole, every curve. He leaned down to lick one of your perky nipples, humming at the feeling of the sweet texture on his tongue. You arched your back against him, he answered the silent plea by wrapping his lips around your breast, sucking it to leave marks. He gave both your breasts equal attention since he loved your body as a whole, you were his religion.

“Please, Barnabas” You breathed in his ear, your fingers tightening on him. You were craving for him, the emptiness inside of you was like a depression only Barnabas could save you from. With his inhuman velocity, he took off his pants desperately, as if it were burning him. As soon as his painfully hard length brushed against your wetness, Barnabas released a feral growl. You bucked your hips forward, wanting more, needing him. With his hand, he helped his cock slide inside your warm pussy, your tightness enveloping him like a velvet glove. You gasped as his tip hit deep inside, just like he released a choked groan. “Mng~ so perfect,” He praised “so warm and wet. I could spend eternity inside of you, my darling” He breathed, starting to thrust. “And you know I would gladly do it.” Barnabas began to thrust faster, his hands gripping your waist so hard as if grounding himself on you. He kept grunting in your ear, sounding so feral as he chased his climax. He dove his head, kissing your neck, letting his fangs graze on your sensitive skin.

Your soft moans spurred him on, his hips moving faster and desperately. Your womb was sensitive, due to your period, but it wasn't an unpleasant pain. It was addictive, you were yearning for more, for all of him. “Barnabas..” You called him in a breathless moan, his sharp eyes quickly met yours. You only opened your mouth and he attacked your lips with a hungry kiss. The sinful sound of skin slapping against skin and his hard cock slipping inside of your soaked pussy were echoing through the room. It was a beautiful sinphony that only you and your beloved vampire could create.

Barnabas’ left hand moved to your belly, gently stroking it, a stark contrast between his caress and his fucking. He broke the kiss but kept his lips against yours, his eyes talking with yours. “My most cherished one, you’re a vision..” He finally broke the silence with a whisper. “I want you to be mine, forever.” He begged. It was hard to think straight when he was ruining your insides with his desperation. You thought he was talking about marriage, which you would entirely do. You would marry that man right there, with his dick claiming your uterus — and he would say yes as well.

The thought of him turning you into a vampire like him didn’t even cross your mind, so when Barnabas lowered his head and sank his fangs into your neck, you almost screamed. Barnabas couldn’t be happier with that since you were the one who freed him from the darkness, your mere presence was enough to make his suffering disappear, as if he were human again. The worst thing might be affecting you with some pain, but you would become like him. And to be his forever… filled his unbeaten heart with bliss, like living a dream.

You closed your eyes, accepting your eternal fate with your immortal man. When he was done, his climax arrived, painting your bloodied inner walls with his seed. Yours followed right behind, your body melting on the silk bed sheets. Panting, you looked at Barnabas with a new but familiar glint in your eyes. “Am I your wife now?” You asked, a smile slowly growing on his face.

“You’re my everything.” He answered.

a/n: sorry if it isn't enough.. Yes, it's already Halloween in Brazil so.. Happy Halloween! 💋

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[tortoisesshells]

I would love to hear your thoughts at length on Jeremiah sometime! where he fits in the gap between the family myth and icon over the fireplace — and the story that gets told to us in 1795? or whatever else you have to say about your special guy.

!!! Would I like to talk about Jeremiah? I always want to talk about Jeremiah. Or Jeremiahs. There's, at minimum, two versions of the guy - possibly three, if we count his remarkably ambulatory ghost/corpse/revenant as a separate version. Which - I think we should? Therefore, we've got three Jeremiah Collinses: Jeremiah, the Ur-Ancestral Collins, who's in no small way responsible for all of this; Jeremiah, Literally Just A Guy, who gets run over much the same way Collinses tend to run non-Collinses over; Jeremiah, the Ill Omen, who's broken free of life and death, but can't escape getting meat-puppeted by his own morals or the narrative, whichever is stronger. At the end of the day, whether he was a tyrant or not, Jeremiah's positioned as committing one of the original sins that haunt the Collinses down to the present - either, as he's first introduced, he enclosed the land that Collinwood was built on and ensured the family would be haunted by the ghosts of those they had wronged, or he married Josette (because of a love spell) when she was to have married Barnabas, and things ... got out of hand from there, leading to the present Collinses being haunted by a very different kind of undead.

I do know that this is a result of the writers either not caring about continuity, or simply not being aware of what was established in episode twelve after three hundred - or six hundred - episodes. But whether or not they intended it - here we are! trying to square the circle of continuity in a show that's allergic to it.

Jeremiah has two ghosts, in a way: the first is the legacy of the portrait over the mantle at Collinwood, who haunts the present Collinses as a man they'll never live up to (and perhaps don't want to live up to, which is a separate kettle of shame) - he was the founder of the Collins dynasty, the builder of Collinwood, whose marriage to Josette la Freniere du Pres Collins ended in the latter's suicidal leap from Widows' Hill. Liz names him as an ancestor whose example they must follow; Carolyn more cynically notes that he was a drunk and a bully; Roger, in the first recitation of the history of Collinwood, implies it was Jeremiah's eviction of the public from Widows' Hill that became some kind of original sin of the Collins line - all the misery Jeremiah had caused the town by the building of the Collins fortune, compounded by one last theft of the place the women of town had gone to watch for the return of the ships. If the Widows' Hill widows are unseen ghosts, present only in the crying of the wind - Jeremiah's ghost is Collinwood and Collinsport themselves, in a way? A more metaphorical ghost than the actual, literal ones we eventually get - Josette herself, starting in episode 70, or Bill Malloy, from 85, or the Widows, from 126.

Conversely, Jeremiah Collins in 1795 is quite literally just a guy. He may be the sanest and stablest Collins we've ever met (I haven't gotten to parallel time or the 1840s yet, so I could be wrong) - he tolerates Joshua arranging his life for him (though he refuses to entertain marrying Millicent, who he doesn't respect in the slightest - still, I suppose we know Jeremiah's a Collins because marrying his close blood relatives is just ... par for the course.), thinks that witchcraft is bunkum in the modern age of the 1790s, and generally tries to do the right thing. This is, of course, no defense against getting roped into Angelique's foolproof plan to dispose of Josette and marry Barnabas herself, and he gets shot in the face for his troubles. He's not the domineering tyrant of the Collins family history; as a living person he's - sort of a non-entity? An afterthought to virtually everyone - useful as a lieutenant/marriage pawn to Joshua, a marriage pawn of a different sort to Angelique, the dead albatross around Josette's neck.

(Then again! Jeremiah'd had a life before 1795, which included marrying Laura and being made a widower by it. There's always room to believe that changed him significantly.)

Jeremiah's literal ghost/revenant (and the second ghost) maybe goes partway to squaring the circle of Jeremiah the Empire Builder and the far more reasonable Jeremiah of the 1795 time travel trip - like most other ghosts (perhaps save that of his estranged wife?) he's out for revenge and to cause problems, though his ghost does appear in Vicki's dreams in the present to warn her that she's in danger from Barnabas. Maybe if he'd been up to those antics through the years that could shape the family's memory of him? A much better explanation is that Joshua simply did what he said he intended to do: edit the family history to be in line with the book that Vicki had brought back into the past with her, to cover up the enormity of what went wrong in 1795 (and, specifically, his failures and the conduct of his only son). Jeremiah gets rewritten as a tyrant because he has always been a tyrant: a neat little continuous loop in time? He gets the worst parts of his family - Naomi's alcoholism, Joshua's tyranny, Barnabas's driving Josette to suicide - as memorials, and the rest of them fade into the obscurity of the past by the 1960s.

By way of continuing to try to square the circle of continuity, and come up with a Grand Unifying Theory Of Who Was Jeremiah Collins, Jeremiah's also got his mirror in the present day like nearly everyone else in 1795: Burke. If we assume that people in the present are some kind of inversion of the people they resemble most in 1795 (stern, active Liz and dominated, conflict-averse Naomi; down on his luck Sam and the aristocratic Andre du Pres, etc.) Burke - something of a tyrannical, vengeful empire builder himself - fits the pattern for a more reasonable, even-tempered Jeremiah. Then again, they've both slept with Laura, and they're both at least a little weird about Vicki, so I suppose we could say they've got similar taste in women, at least?

Then again. Considering Jeremiah is the only past Collins to recognize Vicki in any way, it does beg the question of whether Burke and Jeremiah are entirely separate. I'm not sure that's a useful observation, but I do think about it a lot for a one-off line of dialogue in a 50 year old soap opera.

[return-to-limbo]

Okay but hear me out—I wanna be Barnabas Collins. Not just because he’s a vampire, no no, but because he’s a long-dead Victorian-era vampire with deep-rooted family drama, ghost problems, and a questionable moral compass. Also, I too would like to get played by Johnny Depp alongside Helena Bonham Carter (Ahhhhh!!!!!) in a Tim Burton movie, that is the ONLY correct way for me to exist. But then I was thinking—imagine just waking up 200 years later, still dressed like you stepped out of a gothic novel, and everyone around you is just so confused but you refuse to change. That’s the energy I aspire to bring to this dull world!!! The absolute audacity of crawling out of your coffin and immediately being a menace to society??? Iconic! Truly. Also someone give me my basically lovers suicide!!! Please lmao

[thenightling]

Gaydar is not necessarily "Problematic"!

Recently SOMEONE decided to scold me that the concept of gaydar is innately homophobic and rooted in stereotyping and that I should be ashamed for mentioning it in regard to Paul Reubens. As a gender nonconforming, ace pan-romantic I have to ask... Are you for real? You have the luxury of not living in an era where being gay could cost you everything.

Gaydar isn't just noticing stereotype gay traits. It's also picking up on things like DELIBERATE tells from a gay person hoping that only certain, right, people will notice these tells. Even in the Victorian era there were subtle ways of announcing one was gay without out-right saying it.

"They have a Boston marriage." meant there was a lesbian couple and one assumed a more masculine role in the relationship. (i.e. bread winner while the other was the homemaker).

"I like jam." said in a non-tea and toast or breakfast setting was an obscure Victorian code that a man liked to sleep with other men.

In the 1980s a man with a single earing (particularly the left ear) meant he was actually gay. It was a subtle code in some places.

Piercings in both ears could mean bi. Right into the mid-80s "Friend of Dorothy" meant you worked for the armed forces, military, air force, or navy, and you were gay. The military even spent millions trying to find out who Dorothy was, thinking she was a real person who might have a list of gay officers. They didn't realize it was a Wizard of Oz reference. Vincent Price made not-so-subtle jokes suggesting at his sexuality. And was "very close" with gay icon, Roddy McDowall, whom he attended parties with. Jonathan Frid (Barnabas Collins in the 1960s Dark Shadows) and Louis Edmonds (who played Roger in Dark Shadows) went to the beach together in matching swim trunks. Frid's family didn't reveal his sexuality until after his death. Cassandra Peterson (Elvira) was dropping deliberate clues and jokes for decades before coming out. In the original 1985 Fright Night, Evil Ed's character was played by a gay man and the scene where Jerry Dandridge turns him into a vampire is deliberately to hint that the character was gay and in the closet for those who could notice it.

Now I won't go into details about Paul Reuben's tells but I will suggest seeking out his more adult Pee Wee stand up comedy shows from before the character became a kids show and family movie icon. There were some pretty blatant jokes.

Being able to tell someone is gay or bi / pan is not always rooted in stereotyping. I, myself, have scolded people for using stereotypes to declare Alucard (from Castlevania) a "Twink." Yes, the character is not straight but not because he's pretty and has long hair. Anyway, my point is that sometimes gaydar means you are able to pick up on subtle and deliberate clues, or even overt clues that fly over the heads of the oblivious. ("OMG, They were roommates!" or my favorite, in regard to Louis from Interview with The Vampire, typed to me in an Anne Rice Yahoo group in the 90s. "My Prince Charming is STAIGHT!!!")

[coffeejerk]

selective, private, & headcanon based 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 of 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 (𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟔). temp rules + bio under the cut!

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.

i'm still working on rules specific to maggie. for now, please refer to the general guidelines on my dio blog.

consider this blog low activity. maggie is not my main muse, and she can be a little fickle sometimes. I'm a lot more active on rejectshumanity.

content warnings specific to this blog include: alcoholism, memory loss, parental death, mental and physical abuse, kidnapping, attempted brainwashing and grooming, medical malpractice, and the lingering effects of trauma.

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𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐎.

maggie evans was once your average sassy teenaged diner waitress in the spooky seaside town of collinsport, maine. that was before she was kidnapped by its resident vampire, held captive, tortured, and nearly turned, all for her resemblance to josette — a long dead woman for whom he pined.

there in his rotting house, barnabas collins dressed her in the woman’s clothes and told her that maggie evans was dead, and that her loved ones have already forgotten her. that she should be thrilled to become josette collins; how if she would only submit to him willingly, they could be so happy together.

when maggie resisted, he drained her blood to keep her in a fugue state, terrorized her with threats to her loved ones, and imprisoned her in a basement cell, threatening to kill her if she did not comply. 

miraculously, maggie escaped with the aid of sarah, the ghost of barnabas' little sister. after discovering a secret tunnel connecting her cell to the outside, she was found wandering the beach in tattered rags, unable to explain or even remember the full extent of what had happened to her. she was sent to windcliff sanitarium, where efforts to recover her memory proved fruitless until years later thanks to the meddling of dr. julia hoffman.  

since then, she has survived far too many abductions, brainwashings, memory wipes, and murder attempts to count. these days, maggie runs her diner with a weariness unbecoming of her young age. yet as traumatized as she is, she hides her troubles behind a kind, but wary smile.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒. (under construction)

i. the beginning and the end of the world / maggie's semi-charmed life as a waitress in collinsport prior to barnabas' introduction.

ii. fanged creatures in my dreams / this is where most of the spooky stuff happens. follows maggie after barnabas comes to town, up until she leaves the show. my main verse for ds muses.

iii. a stake in her boot and a gun in her home / big finish audio verse set after the tv show with some canon divergences, and my go-to verse for non-ds muses. maggie takes over ownership of the inn and diner, where she acts as a welcoming face for weary travelers and hosts bi-monthly paranormal investigation meetings. primarily inspired by clothes of sand, beyond the grave, the harvest of souls, and bloodlust.

iv. maggie's bizarre adventure / jjba part 3 au. details tba!

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒.

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[flock-of-cassowaries]

I think Hannibal’s definitely got a specific vampire blorbo living in his mind palace; and while he would never admit this to anyone, I could definitely see there having been moments when the line between them began to blur.

Specifically, I’m thinking he probably secretly loved 1960s gothic-horror soap opera Dark Shadows, and specifically the character of Barnabas Collins, who was iconic to a lot of late-twentieth century gay men.

In addition to being well-mannered, cultured, and capable of moments of extreme violence, Barnabas also:

1. Has a tensely homoerotic relationship with a plaid-shirted man named Willie, whose mind he controls through his dark powers.

Willie and Barnabas; Hannibal and Will.

2. Is strongly implied to have eaten his little sister.

3. Speaks of knowing “the secret magical number that can control time”.

Years later, Hannibal’s still trying to work out the equation.

4. Loses the love of his life when she throws herself off a cliff into the ocean, rather than succumb to his darkness.

He probably bought that geologically-doomed glass house specifically for the resemblance to Widow’s Hill.

If you choose to read Hannibal as being less well-tethered to reality than either he or Dr. Bloom would care to admit, it becomes very plausible that Hannibal probably has, at least momentarily, literally believed himself to be a vampire.

Bonus round:

Dark Shadows film, 2012 (otherwise forgettable, but):

NBC Hannibal, 2015:

At least Hannibal got to take his beloved with him.

“Same shot, but make it hornier.”

Oh yeah.

“Same shirt but… actually no, just the same shirt.”

Smells of mothballs and 50-year-old cigarette smoke.

TL/DR: The people responsible for Hannibal are never beating the ‘definitely watched a lot of Dark Shadows’ allegations.

I wonder if Hannibal sees himself as a sort of humanist vampire because of the whole "eat the rude thing"

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

The time travel arc also introduces another fantastic character, Angelique the witch who is Barnabas's nemesis and the one responsible for his curse. She is Josette's maid and Barnabas's former lover whom he has now rejected in favor of Josette - so a woman scorned, and an ambitious social climber who hopes to better her position through marriage. And given how Barnabas has cast her aside in favor of a woman that Angelique has to wait on hand and foot, I can't really blame her.

Just like a lot of Dark Shadows characters, Angelique is awful. She is willing to hurt (or kill) a lot of people in her obsession over Barnabas and desire for revenge. She is also absolutely delightful and fun to watch, and just like Julia, she comes onto the show and immediately starts making things happen. Actress Lara Parker has beautiful, expressive eyes, and her Angelique can quickly go from soft and loving to "about to stab someone with an ice-pick," with just a small change of expression. She really makes the character iconic. I think Laura Collins, the beautiful, blond creepy woman with magic powers was a kind of proto-Angelique, and Lara Parker just perfected the formula.

[tribricies]

mô, poderia fazer icons do Johnny Depp no filme Dark Shadows? obrigada <3

Icons Barnabas Collins

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[flock-of-cassowaries]

Theory: A young Hannibal Lecter managed to get his hands on a few badly-dubbed bootlegs of the 1960s horror soap opera Dark Shadows.

And even though he was only able to watch a small portion of the show, out of order, he (like many young queer men at the time) strongly identified with Barnabas Collins, the tortured, brooding vampire who must hide his true nature from almost everyone.

Barnabas (who has some strong, unacknowledged sexual tension with his plaid-shirted thrall, Willie Loomis), was a regular guest in the young Lecter’s mind palace for many years; until the line between them began to blur, or perhaps, Hannibal finally consumed him.

…and this is why, subconsciously, Hannibal thinks that he can control Will Graham.

He would never admit it himself, but he has always aspired to assert the same sort of unexplained, hypnotic power over Will Graham that Barnabus exerts over his own unwilling, nominally-straight malewife.

[flock-of-cassowaries]

Seriously; he’s almost as oblivious as (fellow lesbian icon) Victoria Winters, who lasted through 660-odd episodes of her daytime soap opera (Dark Shadows, my beloved) without realizing that:

1. She is a lesbian.

2. The mysterious reason Elizabeth Stoddard sought her out specifically to be her young David’s governess is that SHE IS DEFINITELY ELIZABETH’S UNACKNOWLEDGED DAUGHTER. This isn’t even a (59-year-old) spoiler, because they dropped the plot thread, but like… that’s definitely what’s happening, girl. Like. Duh, babe.

3. The Barnabas Collins who mysteriously shows up to Collinsport in 1968 claiming to be a long-lost cousin no one’s ever heard of, and the physically-identical Barnabas Collins she meets when she accidentally travels back in time to 1795 are definitely the same damn person, and that is why the immortal witch from 1795 is back in 1968 to try to fuck up his shit, specifically. She somehow immediately figures out that the witch is immortal, but does not ever conceive that Barnabas is.

Barney here has seen many unbelievable things in his long life, but nothing quite as unbelievable as this woman’s failure of deductive reasoning.

4. Her dead fiancée Burke Devlin (RIP) was definitely her charge’s unacknowledged father. Which makes young David basically the only person at Collinwood who isn’t her blood relative.

TLDR, I cannot be stopped from making the same Dark Shadows jokes at the slightest opportunity; but also, Will Graham’s obliviousness is exceeded only by that of Victoria Winters. And she is a very advanced level of oblivious.

No homoerotic orgasms at the dinner table, ladies.

Hannibal (2013-2015)

3x03 || 3x12

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THE COLLINSWOOD AU

In the Collinswood au/rp,

Edward and Lydia are siblings and the children of Barnabas- who is engaged to Tom

X they’re all vampires - Except the family dog- er- wolf, Baxter! Lydia and Eddie call him Uncle Baxter 🥺 he’s been around since they were babies !!!

Family of monsters, on some Addams family shit

Question is, would Baxter be Uncle Fester or Thing? 💀

[100gayicons]

Jonathan Frid played my favorite vampire - Barnabas Collins on the hit TV soap opera “Dark Shadows” from 1966 to 1971. Like many kids, I ran home from school to catch the latest episode. I even gave up afternoon Bible studies to keep up with the show.

When Frid was cast as Barnabas, the character was only suppose to last 13 weeks then killed off with a stake. But the phenomenal fan reaction to the guilt ridden and lovelorn vampire cemented his stardom.

Frid was trained as a Shakespearean actor in his home country Canada. Shortly before being cast as Barnabas he considered retiring from acting to teach. But television changed all that as he played the character for four years. Plus he starred in the terrific spin off movie “House of Dark Shadows”.

Frid was a confirmed bachelor. It’s know he was gay but he was discreet so little is known of his “human” love life. But he was not in the closet. He enjoyed cocktails at a gay bar near Christopher Street (NYC’s gay hub). He and Dark Shadows costar Louis Edmonds (life long friends but not lovers) enjoyed sunbathing at on Fire Island, another popular gay Mecca.

Frid made a small cameo in Tim Burton’s 2012 film “Dark Shadows”. He died from pneumonia the same year at the age of 88.

But like a vampire, he will be remembers forever by his loyal fans.

Edmonds and Frid at Fire Island

[future-crab]

Ok so. As best as I can tell, the timeline is this:

In 1966, Dan Curtis creates the soap opera Dark Shadows. This show is Iconic. I've never seen the first season, but I'm told it was a relatively normal, kind of boring soap opera about rich people in New England doing rich people things. (Though apparently not that normal - one time I made a tumblr post about how funny I find it that Dark Shadows started out as a normal non-supernatural show and someone went "tell me you haven't seen the storyline where David(?) becomes a phoenix without telling me you haven't seen it.") And then some brave soul in the writers' room went, "What if we add a vampire?" and television history was forever changed.

Enter Barnabas Collins, a distant relative from England with a real creepy vibe who happens to look identical to that one ancestor from the 1700s they have a portrait of. He's initially supposed to be a villain, but Jonathan Frid simply had too much charisma, and Barnabas Collins slowly evolved into the de facto protagonist of the show. And one of his major storylines is that he's searching for the reincarnation of Josette, his dead lover from the 1700s. If memory serves, he originally kidnaps Maggie Evans bc he's convinced she's the reincarnation of Josette, and they later he goes, "Oh, whoops, actually Victoria Winters is Josette," and kidnaps her.

There's so much more to say about Dark Shadows - the later storylines get absolutely bonkers, there's werewolves and witches and like five alternate realities. (And it's also just so charmingly bad in a lot of ways. Like I'm pretty sure the original airing schedule was five episodes a week, they clearly did not have time to do multiple takes, actors flub their lines all the time, there are crew members in the background of a ton of shots, and occasionally the actors will just like. knock over a headstone in the graveyard bc it's clearly made of styrofoam, and they'll all just have to keep going with the scene as if that didn't just happen. And it is very clear, especially early on, that no one was expecting this show to become a cult classic that people would still be watching when DVDs got invented.)

And then, in 1974, Dan Curtis gets hired to write a made-for-TV adaptation of Dracula. (Also fun fact, his co-writer was Richard Matheson, the author of I Am Legend.) And he decides, "hey, that reincarnation storyline was pretty fun, people seemed to like it, let's just stick it into Dracula." So the plot of that film largely surrounds Dracula becoming convinced that Mina is a reincarnation of his lost love, and trying to turn her into a vampire because he's in love with her. Because no one who has ever adapted Dracula for film has cared about the plot of the original novel even a little bit.

And then, in 1992, Francis Ford Coppola made Bram Stoker's Dracula, which, despite the title, is not particularly faithful to the Bram Stoker novel. In particular, it includes a major plotpoint about Mina being a reincarnation of Dracula's lost love, and Dracula being obsessed with her because of that, and it turns the Dracula/Mina/Jonathan dynamic into essentially a love triangle. (Which. I guess it's kind of a love triangle in the book but in the book the romantic/sexual is between Dracula and Jonathan not Dracula and Mina.) I can't say for sure that this was stolen from the Dan Curtis Dracula that was stolen from Dark Shadows, but I feel it in my heart to be true.

And now, the Dracula/Mina/Jonathan love triangle based on the foundation that Mina is Dracula's reincarnated lover (or at least that Dracula thinks she is) has been used in So many other Dracula adaptations and related works that it seems like a lot of people are convinced it was a plot point in the original novel. Which it wasn't!!! It came from Dark Shadows!!

(You do not know how much Dracula Daily healed me when it happened. Being the only person you know who knows and cares about the contents of the original Bram Stoker novel is hell.)

Fuck!! The “Mina is a reincarnation of Dracula’s dead lover” storyline that Francis Ford Coppola stole from the Dan Curtis made-for-TV Dracula adaptation, that he recycled from a Barnabus Collins storyline in Dark Shadows is making it into Supernatural now???

when will it end. That wasn’t in the book it wasn’t in any of the original film adaptations it came from a soap opera in the 60s (and also that soap opera is one of the craziest things put to television but that’s not super relevant here)

wait wait tell me more 👀

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