#December 29

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December 29, 1968

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Happy 5th Birthday to

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12/29/24-👀💥💥💥

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L'Art et la mode, no. 52, vol. 38, 29 décembre 1917, Paris. Costume en satin brodé de noir et garni de castor. Bibliothèque nationale de France

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Prompt 29 - Permenant

@jegulus-microfic December 29, Word count 345

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James held Regulus against him as the other boy fell asleep. He kept stroking Regulus’s hair as he thought about what Regulus had said. ‘Give me a second, and I’ll repay the debt.’ It wasn’t just the words but the way he’d said them. Had Regulus’s past partners demanded he reciprocate? James was sure Regulus had had previous sexual encounters, he was far too comfortable not to be. But still, the thought that Regulus felt he had to niggled away at him until he began to doze off. The warmth of the body snuggled into his side, and the comfy bed lulled him to sleep. 

When he woke, Regulus was shuffling beside him. It was only when a whimper escaped his lips that James realised he was having a nightmare. 

“No… Please… Mother, I’m sorry…NOOOOO!!!!” Regulus screamed and James pulled him onto his lap, holding him tight and cooing soft words into his ear. 

“Come on, love, wake up, you’re safe. Shhh, wake up, sweetheart,” These nightmares were nothing new to James. He’d been rocking Sirius through them since they were eleven. They’d lessened some since he’d run away from Grimmauld Place, but James suspected they would be a permanent part of both Black brothers’s lives. James was determined to help them the best he could. The best they would allow him to.

Regulus’s eyelids fluttered open. His eyes darted around the unfamiliar room. James felt him relax when his eyes settled on James, and it made his heart squeeze almost painfully.

“James?” Regulus rasped. 

“It's alright, love,” James murmured gently, bushing sweat-drenched curls off Regulus’s face. “It was just a nightmare, I’ve got you,” Regulus let out a shuddering sigh and buried his face in James’s shoulder, pressing sweet, little, barely there kisses to his skin. 

James shifted them so they were lying down again and gathered Regulus as close to his body as possible. “Sleep, love, I’ll keep those nightmares at bay,” He pressed a kiss to Regulus’s forehead as the Slytherin drifted back off to sleep, nestled safely in James’s arms.  

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Card of Thanks from Confederate Prisoners of War Thanking Residents for Christmas Gifts

Record Group 393: Records of U.S. Army Continental CommandsSeries: Letters Received

[handwritten]

Card of Thanks

In consequence of a Donation given unto us

prisoners confined in [illegible] prison by the citizens

of St. Louis Dec. 25, 1864, we the prisoners of said

prison Do this 26th Dec 1864, Think that it is

our duty as a grateful people to hold a meeting

for the purpose of showing our gratitude unto the

Donors, and all those that have used their efforts

in distributing the same. On motion of J. C. Couzins

Mr. T. M. Northcutt was called to the chair. The

chairman was requested to state the object of the

meeting which was made known by a few

brief remarks. On motion of Mr. T. H. Beckett,

Mr. John C. F[illegible] was appointed Secretary, on motion

of J. E. E[illegible] a committee of 20 was appointed

to draft resolutions expressive of the sense of the

[illegible]ing. Thereupon the Chair appointed the following

named persons: J. C. Couzins, D Howe, T. H.

Beckett, Dr. John Hart, John Moffitt, J. Hoggs, David

Hampton, R. E. Wild, John Lowry, O. R. Horn, [Y?]. J.

Wright, [S. J.?] McLain, John Hall, J. M. L[illegible],

M. M. Harrington, George [Bobhill?], John Brewer,

R. G. [Mercer?], W. H. L[illeible]berry, Frank Dodd.

The Committee made following Report:

Whereas we the Committee in behalf of the Prisoners

of Gratiot would Respectfully Report as follows.

That having been the recipient of a most magnificent

Christmas Dinner, Donated to us by the citizens

of St. Louis. Therefore Be it Resolved 1st That we tender

our thanks unto the Donors of this Christmas

repast of which we the prisoners of Gratiot have

been the Recipients.

2nd Resolved! That we also tender Our sincere

thanks unto Maj Genl Dodge Commanding

the Dept of the Mo. Col W. C. Davis Provost Mar

Genl of the same and Lieut Col Hendricks

Inspector Genl and Superintendent of Military

prisons for permitting us to be the recipient

of this most magnificent repast.

3rd Resolved! That we return respectfully our kindest

regards unto Capt Allen and all of his

subordinate officers for the amble facilites which

were afforded us in enjoying this with luxury.

4th Resolved! That we return our most sincere and

heartfelt thanks to the Sisters of Charity and

Mercy for their uniform kindness and generosity

toward the prisoners of Gratiot, And more especially

for their liberal exertions in distributing

the same unto us on the day above named.

5th Resolved! That the City papers be requested

to publish the forgoing preamble and resolutions.

On motion the meeting adjourned.

S. M. Northcutt

Chairman

John C. F[illegible]

Sec

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Taken from Prayer That Changes Everything by Stormie Omartian. God bless, Jesus loves you ✝️❤️

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Happy 14th Birthday to Savannah Phillips! Born December 29th 2010

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— December 29, 1911 / Franz Kafka diaries

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Animal of the Day!

Brant (Branta bernicla)

(Photo by Beko Binder)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Canada; Alaska; Eastern Siberia

Size (Weight/Length)- 2 kg; 65 cm; 120 cm wingspan

Diet- Eel-grass; Seaweed; Sea lettuce

Cool Facts- While lesser known than the Canada goose, the brant deserves just as much love. These geese never leave their coastal home, sticking to the saltwater. Brant feast on aquatic plants, using salt glands in their nares to excrete excess salt through their boogers. Brant used to exclusively feast on eel-grass, until 1931 when eel-grass almost went extinct due to a slime mold infesting the waters. The brant population dropped massively, at least until they learned that sea lettuce and seaweed made a great diet substitute. Today, they number half a million individuals.

Rating- 13/10 (Was once classified as a fish rather than a bird, I’m not joking.)

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Marianne Faithfull *December 29, 1946

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Happy 4th Birthday to

“Duct Tape Crucifixion (Amy, Please Don't Watch This Video)”

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Timothée Chalamet discussing how he prepped for ‘A Complete Unknown’ on The Graham Norton Show.

Twitter credit to mediatimupdates

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L'Art et la mode, no. 52, vol. 21, 29 décembre 1900, Paris. Roses de Noël. Dessin de J. Portalez. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Manteau de panne mauve, drapé par une boucle "art nouveau" entourée de petits velours violets. Le bas et les parements sont dessinés d’iris en taffetas chiffonné, tons naturels.

Purple panne coat, draped by an "art nouveau" buckle surrounded by small purple velvets. The bottom and the facings are with an iris design in crumpled taffeta, natural tones.

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Manteau en hermine et zibeline. L’hermine cesse sous une guirlande de roses incrustée en taffetas et panne peints. Volants de mousseline de soie blanche semée de roses et pétales incrustés en taffetas et panne, avec çà et là, du strass en gouttes de rosée. Col, revers et bandes de zibeline à l intérieur du vêtement.

Coat in ermine and sable. The ermine ends under a garland of roses inlaid in painted taffeta and panne. Ruffles of white silk muslin sown with roses and petals inlaid in taffeta and panne, with here and there, rhinestones in dewdrops. Collar, lapels and bands of sable inside the garment.

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Manteau tout en zibeline et velours noir, avec agrafe "art nouveau" or et rubis Les nœuds qui courent sur le volant sont aussi fixés par des motifs "art nouveau".

Coat entirely in sable and black velvet, with gold and ruby ​​"art nouveau" clasp. The bows running along the flounce are also attached by "art nouveau" motifs.

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Mante en chinchilla, doublée de volants de mousseline de soie rose et lilas superposée en transparent. Capuchon de dentelle et fouillis de' dentelle resserré par un tour de cou de roses sans feuillage. Pans en dentelle enguirlandés de roses et attachés de nœuds de velours noir.

Chinchilla mantle, lined with pink and lilac silk chiffon ruffles in a transparent overlay. Lace hood and lace tangle tightened by a neckband of roses without foliage. Lace panels garlanded with roses and tied with black velvet bows.

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Manteau de velours améthyste, avec col et revers en hermine. Le haut brodé de galons et de guipure d’or formant boléro. Même galon d’or aux manches. Manches intérieures en mousseline de soie mauve. Agrafe or et opales.

Amethyst velvet coat, with ermine collar and lapels. The top embroidered with gold braid and guipure forming a bolero. Same gold braid on the sleeves. Inner sleeves in mauve chiffon. Gold and opal clasp.

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Prompt - Ticket

@jegulus-microfic December 29 Word count 671

“Where’s my ticket?” James grumbled as he scrolled through hundreds of emails, trying to find it. He kept every single email he ever got. It drove Remus mad. “I swear it was so much easier when they sent you an actual real-life ticket.” He was still grumbling at his phone.

“It was only easier for you, James because they got sent to me, so you never had to worry where you put it. Honestly, if you’d had them we’d never have gone to any concerts.” Remus huffed. 

James was still scrolling, only half listening to Remus. Remus had had enough. He plucked James’s phone out of his hand and used the search option in the email app. “There you go, and I’ve sent it over to my account as well and taken a screenshot of it. You have zero way of losing it now.” Remus looked up, “Though knowing you, you’ll still manage.” James chuckled fondly.

“Yeah, yeah. You love me, I know. Right, are we ready then?”

Remus grabbed James’s keys and wallet and locked up the flat before they set off for the bus stop. 

It didn’t take them long to get to the venue. They were seeing a relatively new band, Fighting the Stars.

They somehow managed to get stood at the front of the crowd, almost touching the stage. 

The band emerged from the sides, and the plinks and bangs of instrument checks started. Then, a long-haired, skinny man walked to the microphone. Remus let out a small gasp. 

“Hello,” He said, his voice silky and smooth. “I’m Sirius, and this,” He gestured to the man with the guitar standing in shadow. “Is my brother Regulus, and we,” He swung his arms to show the rest of the band. “Are Fighting the Stars!”

They started playing. They were good, really good. James was bobbing along and enjoying the dramatic movements of Sirius as he belted out the lyrics. He turned to Remus to see what he thought. But he was stood still, his eyes locked on Sirius, enchanted.

James rolled his eyes and went back to watching the stage. Sirius had pulled the mic out of the stand and was trying to drag his brother forward. There was a slight scuffle between them. Neither missed a word or a chord, but in the end, Sirius won. Regulus wandered into the light. James felt his jaw drop. He didn’t think it was a real thing, just something films did to the main characters. But it happened. 

Regulus caught him staring. He raised his eyebrows and gave him a little knowing smirk before winking at him. 

James and Remus spent the rest of the set spellbound, unable to move. 

Sirius called goodnight to the crowd as the band walked off stage. James and Remus’s heads followed the brothers until they were out of sight. They both let out a huff of air like they’d forgotten to breathe. 

“Well, that was something,” James murmured. Remus couldn’t talk at all and just nodded. 

Before they could say anything else, Sirius’s head popped back around the curtain. He looked right at Remus, waved and beckoned him over. Remus turned to James and shrugged his shoulders before scrambling up onto the stage and disappearing with Sirius. 

James looked at the shadowy exit Remus left through, hoping, then sighed and pulled out his phone to text Remus that he was going home. When he looked back up, Regulus was watching him, barely visible. He didn’t come out past the curtain as Sirius had. James felt his heart skip a beat. Yet another film moment he hadn’t realised was real. 

Regulus crooked one finger at him. As though an invisible line was attached to his navel tugging him forward and towards the waiting Regulus, he started walking. 

Oh well, he thought, I couldn’t have gone home anyway. Remus has my keys.

He followed Regulus into the back. He didn’t know if it was a good or a bad idea, but he was doing it anyway.