vampire burials

1. Maybe they should stop writing fan fiction. Arguably, Moffat should have stopped after the debacle of Jekyll back in 2007, but it was low budget and people can learn from their mistakes. He went on to make something of a mess in Dr. Who. Now S4 of Sherlock was a bit of a mess. He’s going through the classics, because they know these will sell. That impacts us as an audience, and it impacts the public that funds BBC programs.

2. Dracula is already part of the homoerotic literature tradition. I just posted a series of scholarly articles about it, but this is the best non-fiction book on the topic of vampirism and media of which I am aware. I took a course from this man in university, and it’s amazing. The Vampire Lectures by Laurence Rickels.

“Bela Lugosi may – as the eighties gothic rock band Bauhaus sang – be dead, but the vampire lives on. A nightmarish figure dwelling somewhere between genuine terror and high camp, a morbid repository for the psychic projections of diverse cultures, an endlessly recyclable mass-media icon, the vampire is an enduring object of fascination, fear, ridicule, and reverence. In The Vampire Lectures, Laurence A. Rickels sifts through the rich mythology of vampirism, from medieval folklore to Marilyn Manson, to explore the profound and unconscious appeal of the undead.Based on the course Rickels has taught at the University of California, Santa Barbara, for several years (a course that is itself a cult phenomenon on campus), The Vampire Lectures reflects Rickels’s unique lecture style and provides a lively history of vampirism in legend, literature, and film. Rickels unearths a trove that includes eyewitness accounts of vampire attacks; burial rituals and sexual taboos devised to keep vampirism at bay; Hungarian countess Elisabeth Bathory’s use of girls’ blood in her sadistic beauty regimen; Bram Stoker’s Dracula, with its turn-of-the-century media technologies; F. W. Murnau’s haunting Nosferatu; and crude, though intense, straight-to-video horror films such as Subspecies. He makes intuitive, often unexpected connections among these sometimes wildly disparate sources.More than simply a compilation of vampire lore, however, The Vampire Lectures makes an original and intellectually rigorous contribution to literary and psychoanalytic theory, identifying the subconscious meanings, complex symbolism, and philosophical arguments – particularly those of Marx, Freud, and Nietzsche – embeddedin vampirism and gothic literature.“

3. I’ve been collecting vampire content since I was nine, and I know some of us are glad that Carmilla isn’t being touched, but…there is enough to queerbait with in Dracula. BBC is supposedly trying to work on their representation numbers, and only funding new shows that show they will work toward that goal, but the decision on that came pre S4 of Sherlock.

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farvann  asked:

What are some good vampire lore books u recommend?

My personal fav is The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Vampires. It pretty much covers all the bases. Another good one that I turn to a lot is The Vampire Book: The Encyclopedia of the Undead. it’s very easy to navigate and just look up random things.

Honorable mentions: The Vampire in Lore and Legend and Vampires, Burial, and Death. These are more sit down and read books, have sticky notes handy to mark specific facts, but have a lot of good stuff (but the 2 other books listed above reference these 2 so you don’t neeeed them)

calmturquoise  asked:

💜 destiel


Pairing: Destiel

Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, the scent the warm air filling his lungs. Clearing out the little woodland area around the back of the bunker and pitching up the hammock he’d found laying around in the impala’s trunk was definitely the best decision he’d made this weekend. The sunshine filtered out from between the leaves, spreading gentle heat evenly across the whole yard, illuminating the taller bushes and greenery with a soft glow. It was always welcoming to be able to take the time to relax outside, especially when he dragged Castiel with him.

Said angel was squished in the hammock with him, his feet tucked up by Dean’s ribs, kind of under his armpit, surprisingly quite comfortable. He had brought a book with him, with the intentions of doing his self-assigned research out here with Dean, but had quite happily abandoned his plans to instead watch a pair of butterflies dancing in the hazy heat above the hammock. Dean smirked at Cas’ daydreamy expression, poking his thigh and making him twitch.

“I thought you brought that book with you to do research?” He teased, gesturing to the flat-open book laying on Cas’ chest, barely covering the print on his t-shirt.

Cas flushed at being caught, grumbling. “I am…” He reluctantly picked it back up, letting it dangle from his grip as he lazily turned the page.

Dean’s smile grew. “Uh oh… Somebody’s grumpy,” He let his hand rub slowly up and down the Angel’s shin, smoothing out the creases of his jeans. “You’d think that you didn’t want to read up on the case or something.”

Cas scrunched his nose up and held the book higher so that it blocked Dean from his line of vision, occupying himself with the irritatingly tiny print of ‘Vampires, Burial, and Death’.

Dean pouted at his grouchy boyfriend, leaning back a little in the hammock so that the crown of his head just grazed the tree trunk directly behind him. His hand was still fiddling with the hem of Cas’ pants, smoothing out the heavy fabric. He let his fingers wander a little bit, creeping up the angel’s leg and coming back down to his ankle again. Peeking up, he noticed that Cas was too absorbed in his book to see what he was up to. Perfect.

Biting his grin, Dean slowly walked his fingers past the ridge of Cas’ sock, carefully pulling his left foot so that it was resting just below his own sternum. He placed one hand on the top of his foot, cradling the ankle joint, and gently traced his pointer finger down the centre of his arch in a wobbly squiggle-shape.

Jerking a little bit, Cas scrunched up his sole to try and shoo the feeling away, thinking it was accidental. He shuffled down a little further into the soft linen holding the two of them, unknowingly pushing his captive foot further towards Dean, settling into a different position and carrying on with his reading.

Dean cocked an eyebrow, scuttling his fingers up and playing with the angel’s toes. He pinched each one through the fabric of his sock, playfully wiggling them, causing some less-than-discreet squirming from Cas. He bit his cheek, the corners of his mouth turning upwards as he struggled to maintain his façade of irritability, and stretched the digits in a slow rippling motion. Dean peered up past the leather-bound spine and noticed this, smirking as he started pinching his way back left from his pinky toe.

“… Dehean,” Cas pulled at his ankle but was met with resistance. “Stop that.”

“Me? I’m not doing anything, Cas…” Dean’s face washed over with an innocent smile as he started scratching at the sensitive skin just beneath Cas’ big toe. This elicited breathy chuckles from the angel, who was pinking with shyness but definitely not opposed to receiving this particular type of affectionate attention.

“You’re tickling mehehe,” He giggled, half-closing the book as his own smile broke out.

Dean squinted his eyes in the way that Cas thought made him look unnervingly mischievous, making his heart flutter anxiously. The hunter felt Cas’ other foot wriggling against his ribs, and before he could even take the time to squirm away, Dean had pulled it up onto his chest with the other one, holding them both in one loose grip.

“I dunno, Cas. It seems to me as though you like being tickled…” Dean prosed, watching both soles flinch as he began spidering his free hand across them. Cas flopped back with burning cheeks, more quiet laughter tumbling out of his smiling mouth. Dean narrowed his eyes in a playful glare.

“Huh… and I don’t hear you defending yourself, Angel.” Cas caught his eye, seeing him wiggle his eyebrows and start lightly scraping down the sides of his feet.

“Ihihihi-,” Cas gripped his book and twisted his upper half onto his side, giggling into the side of the hammock. “I dohohon’t!”

“I’m kinda having a hard time believing that, giggles.” Dean chuckled, fluttering his fingers rapidly over the bottom of his soles. “You’re not doing anything to stop me, see? You like iiiit~,”

Cas started laughing fully, feebly kicking and batting his hands around his ankles to push away Dean’s fingers, doing little other than intensifying his attack. He quickly gave up on trying to escape, the corner of the hammock shaking with his squealing giggles. Dean watched fondly, poking and pinching other spots and taking great pleasure from the sparkling laughter they produced.

He backed off after a few minutes, leaning back and running the nail of both thumbs up and down the centre of each sole. Cas drew large, hiccuping breaths in, flinching with a tiny giggle every time Dean brushed across a sensitive spot.

“You’re so precious, Cas,” Dean said, rubbing his palms along the tops of his feet. “I could just eat you up.” He made exaggerated kissy-noises, causing Cas to slide his hands over his face and groan.

“Don’t be grohohoss…” He chuckled, curling his legs up and fumbling around for his book. Dean watched him re-settle, admiring how the rays of late-afternoon sunlight softly illuminated his tousled hair and crooked reading glasses (which were a frequent source of relentless teasing). He made Dean’s heart melt with how adorable he was.

Cas caught him staring and blushed. “Stop looking at me, dork…” He looked down with a shy smile, trying to focus on the words of his book.

Dean shrugged his shoulders. “Can’t help it. You’re too cute.” He smirked and swung his legs around and out of the hammock, jumping back onto the ground to pull on his boots. “You comin’ back inside? They’re playing one of those nerd movies you like on ABC tonight. Thought we could watch it.”

Cas grinned, sitting up and sliding out after him, his book long abandoned. “Can we make hot chocolate, too?” He asked, remembering the last time they had a movie night together.

Dean wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close, scruffing up his hair even more. “Of course we can.” He said, smiling at the angel’s grumbling as they stepped out of the warm outdoors and back into the bunker

Take with a grain of salt, but still!

A “vampire grave” containing a skeleton with a stake driven through its chest has been unearthed by a man known as “Bulgaria’s Indiana Jones”.

Professor Nikolai Ovcharov – a crusading archaeologist who has dedicated his life to unearthing mysteries of ancient civilisations – said that he had made the discovery while excavating the ruins of Perperikon, an ancient Thracian city located in southern Bulgaria, close to the border with Greece.

The city, inhabited since 5,000 BC but only discovered 20 years ago, is believed to be the site of the Temple of Dionysius – the Greek God of wine and fertility. And among the finds at the site, which includes a hilltop citadel, a fortress and a sanctuary, are a series of “vampire graves”.

On Thursday Professor Ovcharov announced that he had found a remarkably-preserved Medieval skeleton at the site in what he termed “a vampire grave”.

“We have no doubts that once again we’re seeing an anti-vampire ritual being carried out,” said Professor Ovcharov. He explained that the metal was driven through the corpse to stop a “bad” person from rising from the dead and terrorising the living.

“Often they were applied to people who had died in unusual circumstances – such as suicide.”

The skeleton, thought to be of a man aged between 40 and 50, had a heavy piece of ploughshare – an iron rod, used in a plough – hammered through its chest. The left leg below the knee had also been removed and left beside the skeleton.


A 19th century vampire slayer

The remains were found during the
excavation of a marketplace in Poland’s West Pomeranian Province. The burial is thought to date back to the 16th
century and shows signs that the people of the time carried out a special ritual in the belief
that the subject being interred was a vampire.
“A piece of brick rubble in the mouth and pierced thigh indicates that it is a vampire
burial,” said dig leader Slawomir Gorka. “This was done not for him, but for the community,.who lived here.” Similar burials were believed to have been
common in the region between the 13th and 17th centuries when vampires were an integral
part of superstitions and folklore.
“There is a strong Slavic belief in spirits,” said Dr Tim Beasley-Murray. “Romanian folklore
has vampiric figures such as the moroi and strigoi. The word ‘mora’ means nightmare. But
these are common to many cultures. We often
see bird or owl-like figures that swoop and feed on you.”


Two so-called ‘vampire’ skeletons dating back to the Middle Ages had been unearthed by archaeologists in the Black Sea town of Sozopol, Bulgaria, with iron rods penetrating through their chests and into the grave itself.  Piercing the heart of the deceased was once a common pagan practice in some villages and was based on the belief that it would stop the bad rising from their graves to feed on human blood.  Around 100 such ‘vampire’ burials have already been discovered in Bulgaria, with similar sites previously unearthed in Balkan countries such as Serbia.

(BBC History Magazine) 

grimroth  asked:

Subtle, but angst inducing headcanon: In vampire folklore, murder victims are very likely to become vampires after burial. Full-stop. End of sentence. No outside mystical forces required. Carmilla does not know this information. Carmilla does not know that she could have risen from death by her own power.

I’m just going to leave this here because I’m in love with this headcanon and the implications it brings up.