#22 september.

[de-meerpeen]

Maak appel- of perensap van eigen oogst tijdens de Oogstfair Wieringen

STROE – Taarten bakken, appelmoes maken of gewoon een appel uit het vuistje eten – fruit uit eigen tuin is in september een echte traktatie. Maar wat doe je als je na al die taart nog steeds met een overvloed aan appels en peren zit? Op zondag 22 september kun je van dat overtollige fruit heerlijk sap laten persen met de fruitmobielpers in de tuin van het Wieringer Eiland Museum, georganiseerd…

[anamon-book]

BURST September 1999 vol.22 コアマガジン 海外刺青大会レポート・パリ&ニューヨーク

[shisasan]

September 22, 1917 The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[shurikthereject]

Super late to the party but i wish these silly guys both Happy Birthday!!

[cookiewishesyou]

On this 22nd of September, 2024, Cookie wishes you a happy 525th anniversary of the Treaty of Basel (1499), ending the Swabian War!

[eldritchgriffin]

[ID: The distracted boyfriend meme. The woman walking by is labeled "Beautiful woman with the cool hat," the boyfriend is "Mina," and the girlfriend is "Jonathan." Jonathan has been flipped to face away from Mina, and is instead staring with horror/disgust at "Dracula," a cartoonish clipart vampire looking grumpily towards the beautiful woman /end id]

Mina Harker's Journal.

22 September

(Vampire clipart by Freepik)

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor Swift performed "Florida!!!" with Florence at The Eras Tour exactly 1 month ago!

(September 22, 2024)

[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Milo Thatch

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Risky

@jegulus-microfic September 22, Word count 107

“Come on, Reg,” James hummed in his ear. “We won’t get caught,” Regulus moaned as James kissed his way down his neck. 

“No, James, it’s too risky,” But he didn’t sound too convinced. 

“Please,” James pleaded again, sucking a little bruise into Regulus’s delicate skin.

“Ugh, fine,” Regulus conceded, and James stepped back from where he had him pressed against the wall in the alcove behind the one-eyed witch. 

“Brilliant,” He beamed, “Dissendium,” He chanted as he tapped the statue with his wand and bundled his boyfriend into the secret passageway so they could join the rest of the Marauders for a night at the Hog’s Head.

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: Yeah no– yesterday I met Roier and Missa for the first time, which was really really freaking cool. Me and Badboyhalo were walking 'round the floor, and Bad got a notification of like– [Briefly interrupted by his father] –with like, Roier taking a photo with like a viewer, and Badboyhalo was like "He is here!" 'Cuz on Insta– [An off-screen "hello" distracts him from the rest of the story] Yes?

[de-meerpeen]

Hiep Hiep Hoera, het Meerpeen Magazine bestaat 5 jaar!

Lokaal nieuws: 'Hiep Hiep Hoera, het Meerpeen Magazine bestaat 5 jaar!'

WIERINGERMEER – De Meerpeen mag 5 kaarsjes uitblazen. In oktober 2020 viel het allereerste exemplaar in de hele Wieringermeer op de mat en 5 jaar later is er gewoon een jubileum. Het blad werd vanaf de eerste editie omarmd door lezers en adverteerders. Zonder deze laatste groep zou het onmogelijk zijn de Meerpeen te kunnen uitgeven, dank daarvoor. Ook onze gastschrijvers en zeker niet te vergeten…

[lolliepops-rox]

After a fair bit of work, having to redo the hat once, and the collar SEVERAL times; I introduce: The Bruppet (a gift for a friend)

[tobinsonny]

she had a game today

[typelikeagirl]

[foreverurs222]

'babysitting' the Kaulitz twins °. 2003

₊‧.°.⋆ fluff ⋆.°.‧₊

your mother and the twins' mother are friends. When Miss Kaulitz wants to go on a trip with her boyfriend for the weekend, you are asked to look after her sons.

You don't really feel like it. You know Bill and Tom and you are well aware that they can be quite mischievous and naughty and constantly get into some kind of trouble. But your mother sends you over and now you have to spend the weekend with the little twins.

When you arrive, you sit down on the sofa, annoyed, and turn on the TV. The twins instantly come running up to you. Tom grins cheekily “I heard you really wanted to spend the weekend with us”

You roll your eyes “I think you've misunderstood something, little buddy. I'm here to babysit”

Tom tilts his head a little “and that means…” you sigh as you try to concentrate on the TV “that means you are a baby and I am going to sit around”

Bill chuckles a little mischievously and gives his brother a punch in the side “did you hear that? you're a baby”

Tom furrows his eyebrows “I'm not a baby. I'm almost a man”.

You're still trying to concentrate on the TV while the twins tease each other. “I don't see no man here…” you mumble, a little annoyed. Tom looks back and forth between you and Bill. Bill grins “'Told you so”

Tom snorts in annoyance "ok, whatever" he turns towards the tv and turns it off "no tv. Mom said we have to save electricity"

You sigh and chew on your bottom lip "alright guys, what then? you wanna... I don't know, play outside?"

Tom acts all cocky "I got a bed. We can play in there"

You shake your head in disbelief and get off the sofa "careful little buddy, you're way too young to be talking about any of that"

Tom acts like he's sooo grown and tilts his head a little "hm? I'm almost 14. So I'm almost 16 and that means I'm almost 18, so I'm about your age"

You can't help but giggle at this logic. Awww, he's such a little cutie. You take a step forward and pat him encouragingly on the shoulder "yeah sure. And if you keep aging this fast in a matter of seconds, we might as well say you're almost 80 too and then Bill and I would have to start asking around to find a place for you in an old people's home"

Bill breaks out laughing as Tom shakes your hand off his shoulder and frowns at you "not funny..." he grumbles.

you smile at the twins "ok, serious now. What do you want to do? We gotta do something"

Bill grins: “You know, Tom and I have a band. We play real songs and are extremely popular. We have 10,000 fans”

Tom clears his throat and pokes his brother in the side: "more like 10 fans…" you raise an eyebrow. so these two kids have a band now? cute, but what does ‘real songs’ mean to Bill?

you shrug your shoulders ”so are you going to play me something or what?”

Bill grins again: “of course!” Tom, however, chews on his lower lip a little sheepishly: “uhhhh…. well, half the band is missing. And Bill isn't a particularly good singer, so don't expect too much now…”

Bill gasps in offense “hey, you sing then, Tom!”

Tom quickly acts as if he would ever dare to do that “well, so… we all know I sing best here. but out of … reasons… I can't sing at the moment. Um… I have to rest my golden voice”

Bill and you burst out laughing, Tom grins a little proudly.

After a while you remember that the twins probably have to do something for school "say, don't you two have any homework?"

Bill's eyes widen slightly and he quickly diverts from the topic: "Uhhh, I know what we're doing next. We're writing a new song for our band. It's really super important, we can't put it off”

Tom nods and makes a very innocent face: "Exactly. That has to be done. Super urgent. The fans… They're waiting. We can't leave them hanging” You look at the boys, a little confused: "all 10 fans are waiting? Huh? Do you have homework or not?” Bill distracts you again: “10 fans, 10,000 fans, what's the difference? They're eagerly waiting for a new hit. Come on” Bill takes you by the hand and you follow the twins to the kitchen table.

Tom gives you a pencil and Bill places a block in front you. Tom grins: "Well, get started then"

you look back and forth between the twins with a look of surprise "Me?" Bill smirks at his brother: "Not so easy, huh? Well, not everyone is a musical genius."

Tom grins back and the brothers give each other a big high five.

You smile, thinking the twins are adorable: "Ok you two, i'll write it down and you think about the lyrics. then the next hit should be ready in the next few minutes, riiiight?"

Tom immediately backtracks a little: "Uh, it was mostly Bill's idea anyway. Don't look at me!" Bill rolls his eyes: “pff typical. What I wouldn't do to work with professionals for once” Tom snorts: “Yeah, me too!” You try to stifle a giggle at their little argument. Bill sighs. "Well, let me think for a moment. I'm only doing all this for our countless fans!" The three of you work on new songs, most of the ideas originate from Bill, and Tom and you only throw in a few words occasionally. The results are… ok. And the twins complain that your handwriting is soooo hard to read. As if.

You then make a few sandwiches together and have dinner. Later you put the twins to bed, although they whine that they're waaaay too old to be put to bed and they're not at aaaaall tired yet. They have to go to bed anyway. You sit down in the living room and read some tabloid you bought after school yesterday. After a while, you go back upstairs to see if the boys have fallen asleep.

You open the door to Tom's room a crack and are shocked to see that his bed is empty. Oh no, God please no! You get scared and start imagining the worst case scenarios in your head.

You can only hope that Bill is still there and can tell you where his brother might have gone in the middle of the night!

You go over to Bill's bedroom door and open it. Your heart skips a beat.

Relief fills your whole body. Tom is lying next to Bill in Bill's bed, back to back, eyes closed and breathing in sync. You can't help but smile

"Good night you little rascals" you whisper and close the door.

°. The End

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“Mark Knows What Ethan Did...”