#February 13

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Dune: Part Two promo-Quotidien-February 13, 2024

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— February 13, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: February 13. The possibility of serving with all one’s heart. END ID]

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La Mode nationale, no. 6, 13 février 1897, Paris. No. 17. (4) Toilette de visite en lainage héliotrope. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(4) Toilette de visite en lainage héliotrope. Corsage plat à col montant, avec petits galons ondulés comme ornement dans le bas; ceinture en cuir blanc bouclé; manches gigot à parements en velours violet. Collet à col Médicis en velours violet brodé, jockeys sur les manches. Jupe plate, plissée derrière, cerclée dans le haut par un galon ondulé.

Petit chapeau rond à forme haute et à bords relevés, orné sur le côté par un groupe de plumes couteau, derrière lequel s'élèvent des plumes de coq en aigrette au-desses.

(4) Visiting ensemble in heliotrope wool. Flat bodice with high collar, with small wavy braids as an ornament at the bottom; buckled white leather belt; gigot sleeves with purple velvet facings. Medici collar collar in embroidered purple velvet, jockeys on the sleeves. Flat skirt, pleated behind, circled at the top by a wavy braid.

Small round hat with a high shape and raised brims, decorated on the side with a group of knife feathers, behind which rise egret rooster feathers above.

Métrage: 9 mètres lainage grande largeur.

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Happy 4th Birthday to

“Are We Already Dead?”

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Prompt 13 - Street

@jegulus-microfic February 13 Word count 811

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The green flames died behind Voldemort, leaving behind the weak flickering fire in the grate. 

Without asking, Voldemort grabbed Regulus’s chin in his cold, harsh hand and drove into his head. It was like being stabbed in the brain. Legimency could be painless. It was up to the caster whether or not it hurt, and Voldemort always ensured it hurt. Regulus winced and tried as hard as possible to keep his composure as the memories from the last few weeks crashed behind his eyes. 

Voldemort lingered on his torture, slowing the tirade to watch each cut and forceful curse. 

Regulus fell to his knees. Somehow, he wasn’t sure how he managed it, but he kept the memories of James and his brother locked away where Voldemort couldn’t find them. 

After a final particularly painful spike into his memories, showing Remus helping him to escape, Voldemort relinquished his hold on Regulus and stood as though nothing had happened. 

“Ah, so the young wolf wants to join us, does he? I shall send Fenrir to collect him as soon as possible.”

The flames glowed green again, and multiple people invaded Regulus’s home. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan, Lucius, and, to his horror, Barty and Evan crowded around him. 

“Ah, back where you belong, cousin?” Bellatrix cooed in her harsh, rasping voice. He tried not to flinch as she ruffled his hair. 

“Bloody hell, Reg. What did they do to your face?” Evan looked over his bruised and swollen face with horror. Remus had done an excellent job. 

“Don’t know what you’re on about Rosier. I’ve never seen him look so good.” Barty cackled as he shot out a finger and poked one of the dark bruises on Regulus’s face.

Regulus pulled his wand from its holster on his arm and shot hot red sparks at Barty’s feet, causing him to jump up and down indigently across the Persian rug to avoid being burnt. 

“Hey! What the fuck Reg?! That was uncalled for!” 

“Don’t touch me then,” Regulus said in a bored voice as he twirled his wand back up his sleeve.

“Enough!” Voldemort hissed. The room fell into total silence, all attention on the pale wizard who commanded the room. 

“It is happening today, Regulus, now,” An excited murmur passed between the death eaters in the room. 

“What’s happening?” He asked. He could only think of one thing that required this many of the inner circle to be in his drawing room. 

“We attack the Ministry in one hour.” Bellatrix interrupted excitedly, clapping her hands and grinning maniacally.

“Bella,” Voldemort said quietly, Bellatrix immediately composed herself. 

“Make yourself presentable, Regulus, and we shall make our way to the Ministry.” Regulus looked down at the ruined, tattered robes he’d put back on this morning and nodded, leaving the group as he went to change. 

He carefully locked his bedroom door, and cast a silencing charm on the room. He pulled out the tiny mirror that had been Sirius’s and called into it.

“James? James, you there?” He didn’t get an immediate answer, so he removed his ragged robes. 

“Regulus?” James’s voice came back. Regulus picked up the mirror. 

“I don’t have much time.” He whispered to James’s reflection. “We’re going to the Ministry now. He said within the hour.” He summoned fresh clothes and began pulling them on as he spoke. 

“Thank you, love. I’ll alert the order. And Reg—” James paused until Regulus had finished dressing. “Be careful, yeah. Don’t die.” Regulus smiled into the mirror. 

“I’ll do my best.” Then James’s image was gone, and his own battered reflection showed in the mirror. 

He put the mirror in a secret pocket in his clean robes, and after taking a steadying breath and forcing his face into a neutral expression, he headed back downstairs. 

“You took your time,” Lucius was waiting for him. 

“Hardly,” He scoffed. Lucius raised his wand, and Regulus held his breath. Lucius muttered a charm, a light blue glow pulsed out of his wand, and Regulus’s face didn’t feel sore anymore. He checked the hallway mirror, and his face had returned to its usual flawless porcelain. “Thanks,” He said as his fingers reached up to check the skin for himself. 

“You’re welcome,” Lucius said with a sickening smile spreading across his face. “Come now, we mustn’t keep the Dark Lord waiting, should we?” He waved his hand forward, inviting Regulus to enter the drawing room. 

“Ah, good,” Voldemort exclaimed when he opened the door. “The rest of our forces are already gathered. Let us join them.” Regulus followed the small party out of the front door and onto the street outside. He turned to look back at number 12 as it concealed itself, disappearing from view as he walked further away. 

Voldemort himself grabbed ahold of Regulus’s arm. His claw-like hands dug into Regulus’s flesh as they apparated to the Ministry.    

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New ‘Road House’ poster has been released. The film premieres on March 21st on Prime Video. 💥💥💥

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Ish mi bday! <:3

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Usc vs ucla is going to be spoookyyyy I’m so ready I love my girls but Juju just gotta stay outta foul trouble and they really need to work on their issues with turnovers they're killing me

I will be rooting for both teams but you know I'm a usc girly so I'm going to stick with my team 🧏🏾‍♀️

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Timothée putting the scarf on Austin’s neck is so sweet ✨🧣✨

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Huey "Piano" Smith

January 26, 1934 – February 13, 2023

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Animal of the Day!

African Giant Snail (Achatina fulica)

(Photo by Kerry Sheridan)

Conservation Status- Unlisted

Habitat- Eastern Africa

Size (Weight/Length)- 20 cm

Diet- Leaves; Grasses; Fruits

Cool Facts- Garden lovers beware, may I introduce the African giant snail. Being both the largest snail and the most invasive, these land snails eat almost any plant they can get their mouth on. All of these snails are hermaphrodites, meaning that any two snails can hook up. A female can lay up to 200 eggs 6 times a year, an average of 6,000 eggs in her lifetime. That means that when there are two snails introduced, thousands can pop up seemingly overnight. The African giant snail carries dangerous parasites that can cause life threatening issues in people. A dedicated colony can strip a forest in a matter of days. 

Rating- 10/10 (Fine in their home turf, a danger everywhere else.)

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 6, 13 février 1897, Paris. No. 10. — Dessus de corsage. Bibliothèque nationale de France

No. 10. — Dessus de corsage en velours vieux bleu entouré par un entre-deux en guipure et s'allongeant jusqu'au bas de la taille où il se termine par un nœud; autour volant de dentelle formant jockeys sur les manches.

No. 10. — Top of the bodice in old blue velvet surrounded by a guipure insert and extending to the bottom of the waist where it ends with a bow; around lace flounce forming jockeys on the sleeves.