#18 Februarie

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor Swift performs 'Come Back… Be Here x Daylight' Mashup on guitar as the FIRST surprise songs at The Eras Tour in Melbourne, Night 3! 🎸

[chalamet-chalamet]

IG credit to theevesapple ✨

[lpsotd]

todays littlest pet shop of the day is ... german shephard #2137 !! for me ... because it is my birthday !!

[roseletterchan]

I wanted to at least try to do a femslash thing before February ended so yeah I just picked one.(I didn’t know about this before)

And you know what? Chloe learned nothing in the end, why? Cause she had an amazing indoor date instead

Also as I’ve said multiple times before, I’m terrible at dialogue. And also I dont even know if I’ve characterised them correctly, but what’s done is done I guess

[emulation-0]

Utahime dancing Dabke !! id in alt - as always, from the river to the sea, palestine will be free

Embedded within the heart and soul of the Palestinian people, the dabke – an ancient folkloric dance native to the Levant – transcends mere artistic expression, serving as a resolute act of defiance against the Zionist state's occupation. With each rhythmic stomp and synchronised movement, Palestinians reclaim their cultural identity, defiantly asserting their existence and resilience in the face of systemic oppression, while igniting a flame of resistance that resonates with generations past and present, affirming their connection with the land. - Fadila Khalid, Dance & Defiance: Dabke as an Emblem of Resilience in Palestine

below are resources for information on palestine and donations !! and reference photo is below that

donation masterpost by @/nabulsi:

info:

An Indicative Archive: Salvaging Nakba Documents | Institute for Palestine Studies (palestine-studies.org)

A Threshold Crossed: Israeli Authorities and the Crimes of Apartheid and Persecution | HRW

Institute for Palestine Studies | (palestine-studies.org)

Free Ebooks for a Free Palestine! | HaymarketBooks.org

Palestinian Culture - Anera

reference:

[insomnibrarian]

Happy birthday to two of my favorite authors, Toni Morrison and Audre Lorde!

[vague-bisexual-crimes]

‘The pen. I need to take the pen and sign my name and sign my life away.’ The new contract would have fucking killed them. I think Rowan would keep at it like he is, absolutely miserable, and just become this robotic shell of a man making his way through the shows and the interviews and everything, Lister’s alcoholism only would have gotten worse, and Jimmy is a toss up of whether he’d be so stressed that his body would make him stop or if he’d actually kill himself from the pressure. Anyway. They’re 19 year olds.

[atthebell]

the avalanche of post-event compliments begins :D also hasan coming to brazil would be sick as fuck

[icedbatik]

Credit to @guentzelscored

Credit to the Pens

Credit to the Pens

[fantasykiri5]

Sorry but I’m just not going to pay attention to some of the bad kids’ canon heights. Some of them are listed as too damn tall (and Gorgug has 100 percent grown since freshman year) so have 80 million headcanons

Like you’re telling me Riz is supposed to be 4’4”?? That’s a tall ass goblin! That’s too big to be reasonably carted around on the others’ shoulders, no no, I’m making the executive decision to draw him as 3’9” - 3’11” from now on and you can’t stop me. I’d give him another inch or two by college and that’s it.

Kristen being 5’11”? NAH She’s 5’6”. BIG 5’6” energy right there.

Adaine and Fig didn’t have their heights listed on the wiki but I’m thinking Adaine is 5’10” and Fig is 5’4”. Or Fig is also 5’10” ish and takes after Gorthalax idk but I’m leaning towards short Fig.

Fabian can actually stay same as canon at 6’1”. Maybe grow an inch or two since freshman year but honestly his still works. He’s a year older than the others, prolly grew a little earlier and plateaued early-mid sophomore year, half-elf youth look and all that. I think he lied in introductions freshman year and was about 5’11” - 6’0” and grew over the year before the others could notice the discrepancy.

And Gorgug. Gorgug. You’re telling me he reached 6’4” in freshman year and didn’t keep growing?? Mother fucker he has to have hit at LEAST one growth spurt since, puberty does not hit that early in boys that he was done growing at 14/15. I’m thinking 6’8” or so by Junior Year so far, maybe another couple inches before graduating, maybe not.

[tswiftupdatess]

Better view of Taylor Swift performing 'Teardrops On My Guitar' during the Acoustic Set in Melbourne, Night 3!

[chalamet-chalamet]

After 10 weeks on the big screen, “Wonka” has generated $210 million in North America and $395.1 million internationally for a towering worldwide tally of $604.9 million. It’s a notable milestone because only seven films that were released in 2023 managed to surpass the $600 million mark.

Warner Bros. backed the $125 million-budgeted film, which has impressively remained in the top five on domestic box office charts since its debut in December.

2/18/2024-Impressive! 💥💥💥

[brian-in-finance]

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Remember… (about Caitríona’s directing a S7 scene) She knows the characters inside out, she knows Brianna from Claire’s point of view as well, which is really cool, because the scene that we did was Brianna talking to Jemmy and being very maternal towards Jemmy. It was almost like, passed down to generations. — Sophie Skelton to She Knows

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Pet

@jegulus-microfic February 18 Word count 848

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“I don’t know what you mean.” Regulus’s fingers moved towards his wand. 

“Reg, you forget I was there when you were with James at Hogwarts. I’ve also seen what Remus’s fists can do. Those bruises were perfect. Admit it, you basically just had a week’s holiday with your honey bun while we planned a fight.” Evan hadn’t even batted an eyelid. He looked so calm. Regulus was shitting himself. 

“So? What are you going to do about it?” Regulus’s emotionless mask was firmly in place, but he could hear his heart pounding in his ears.

“Nothing,” Evan shrugged. “You saved Barty. If you’re going behind the Dark Lords’s back to hang out with a bunch of know order members, you must have a good reason why.” 

“I really was captured. Sirius appeared when we were taking the supply house and ambushed us. He tied me up and took out the others.” He felt the need to explain. Evan was his oldest friend, and he’d always had a way of getting Regulus to spill his guts. “That mad Auror, Moody, tortured me for a while but gave up when I didn’t talk.”

“So they used Potter against you?” Evan interrupted.  Regulus nodded. 

“Yeah, him and Sirius.” He paused, debating on telling him the rest. “Dumbledore came to see me.”

“Shit Reg.” Evan gaped. 

“He told me either I help them or they’d send me to Azkaban.”

“So what are you doing for them then?” Evan questioned. 

“Information. They want to know who’s saying what and any major plans that come up. Are you going to give me away?” He had to as. He couldn’t leave without knowing if he was safe or not. 

“No, Reg. I won’t say anything.” Evan sighed and dragged a hand through his hair as he mulled something over. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually care about what Voldemort and that lot believe. I only got this thing,” He held up his left arm, letting his sleeve fall to reveal the snake and skull tattoo that matched Regulus’s own. “Because my father forced me. If I’d had a choice in the matter, I’d probably have taken Barty and Pan and gone to France or something.” He shrugged, not bothered at sharing the information that would sign his death warrant if Voldemort heard him. Regulus gave him a sad smile. 

“Same here.” Evan snorted. 

“Wow, our parents are dicks.” They both burst into laughter. “Are you getting immunity out of it if that side wins?” Evan asked, looking like he really wanted to know the answer. 

“Yeah, if I give them enough good information,” Regulus told him truthfully. 

“Do you think they’d do the same for me and Barty if I help you?” Evan shuffled nervously. 

“I can ask. If I ask James, he’ll do everything he can.” He couldn’t quite believe that Evan had felt the way he did. That was the curse of the mark. Everyone was too scared to say what they really felt in case it got back to Voldemort. Because he’d just have them disposed of, he had plenty of followers to replace those he had killed.  

They walked back through to Evans's bedroom, closer than they had been before, a new bond firmly formed. 

They were greeted upon their return by a grumpy Barty and a mass of silver-blonde hair. 

Pandora, Evan’s twin sister, was sitting on the bed next to Barty, patting him on the head like a disgruntled pet. 

“Evan, she’s doing it again,” Barty complained as he tried to evade Pandora’s hand.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Barty. You love it when I pet you.” Pandora said, smiling happily at him. “Here, have a chocolate frog.” She passed him the treat. Barty appeared somewhat appeased. At least he didn’t complain again. 

“What do you want, Pan?” Evan asked. She stood from the bed and floated over to them, her feet bare. 

“Father wants to speak with you. Hi Reg,” She added as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. He could feel the oily residue left from her lipstick. There’d be a perfect lip mark on his face. 

“Hello, Pandora. How are you?” He asked her politely. He tensed when she snuggled her head into his neck. 

“Oh, you know, bored. You boys all get to go out and have fun, and I have to be the perfect Rosier princess and sit in my ivory tower.” She sighed dramatically. 

“Oh, shut up, Pan, we all know you sneak you’re girlfriend in here all the time.” Evan teased his sister. Pandora winked at him and removed herself from Regulus’s neck. 

“I’ll leave you alone. Goodbye, darling.” She waved at Barty and blew him a kiss before smiling wickedly at Evan as she left.

“I swear if she didn’t keep me in such a good supply of sweets, I’d find her very annoying.” Barty grumped as he licked melted chocolate from his fingers. “So, Reg.” He said, looking up at Regulus and sucking a final finger. “You a spy then or what?”   

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[twinklemylittlestar]

Today is our emperor's birthday! 🥳

[dailykafka]

— February 18, 1920 / Franz Kafka diaries