#February 26

[shisasan]

26 February, 1936 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

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R.I.P. Gene Hackman (1930-2025)

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These schoolboys are quite oblivious to swirling snowflakes as they play marbles on 69th street, February 26, 1944. Pictured (L to R) are: Robert Sunshine, Jackie Ferguson, Forward Smith, and Thomas Setnikar.

Photo: Bettmann Archive/Getty Images/Fine Art America

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Peace Corps collage, February 26, 2020

Record Group 220: Records of Temporary Committees, Commissions, and BoardsSeries: Historically Significant Graphic and Visual Media MaterialsFile Unit: Visual Media Materials

This collage of colored photographs shows various Peace Corps activities around the world.  On the top left is a classroom; the top right is a woman standing in front of flags and a portrait of President Kennedy.  The center photo is a young man smiling and giving the “peace sign” while smiling children look into a window from the outside.  The bottom left shows a green landscape, and the bottom right shows a Peace Corps worker surrounded by African school children.

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RIP Gene Hackman

January 30, 1930 – February 26, 2025

[theglitterdome]

Actor Gene Hackman... Rest In Peace

January 30, 1930 - February 26, 2025

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Happy 5th Birthday to

“We Wrote a Hit Pop Song in 30 Minutes”

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[tswiftupdatess]

Tonight's surprise songs are:

Would've Could've Should've + Ivy (mashup) 🎸

Forever & Always + Maroon (mashup) 🎹

[dailykafka]

— February 26, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

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They literally have the best energy together

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how lovely ✨✨✨

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Johnny Cash *February 26, 1932

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Mon journal favori, no. 86, 26 février 1933, Paris. Le Studio. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Les appartements modernes exigent une pièce qu'on appelle "studio". Elle n'est pas, cependant, réservée uniquement à l'étude, mais bien plutôt aux moments de repos, de délassement, de détente.

Luxueuse mais sobre, elle se meublera d'un divan et de quelques objets pratiques et confortables. Des coussins, des lapis, des peaux ou des fourrures contribueront à rendre le "studio" plaisant et intime.

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Modern apartments require a room called a "studio". It is not, however, reserved only for study, but rather for moments of rest, relaxation, and release.

Luxurious but sober, it will be furnished with a sofa and a few practical and comfortable objects. Cushions, lapis, skins or furs will contribute to making the "studio" pleasant and intimate.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 26 - Bed

@jegulus-microfic February 26 Word count 809

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“Does this mean we get a secret name?” Barty asked from where he lounged on Evan’s bed. “You know, so we’re not bloody Phoenix’s. Something cool like Basilisks.” 

“Hippogriff’s?” Lily suggested. 

“Ok, seriously though, can we talk about why Lily’s here?” Remus asked, still sitting on the floor with Sirius in his lap clinging to him. Everyone made awkward eye contact until Pandora walked forward with Lily’s hand in hers. 

 “She’s my girlfriend. Has anybody got a problem with that?” She eyeballed everyone, daring them to say something, and Regulus was sure they all shrunk while she glared at them. She might seem airy-fairy, but she was a viper underneath.

“I like the Thestrals,” Evan offered, ignoring his sister. “You know the omens of Voldemort’s misfortune.” Regulus nodded, liking the sound of it. 

“It’s poetic in a way, I suppose.” He said, pondering the name.

“It’s also said that a Thestral hair is the core for the Elder wand.” Sirius chirped excitedly from Remus’s lap. 

“We’ll be invisible until his death, and only then will he see us.” Regulus continued. 

He looked around the room at their secret group. “We need to come up with ideas of what and where the Horcruxes might be. We think he’s got at least four, but looking at his appearance, I think it’s more. We need to find out who he was before he became Lord Voldemort.” He turned to James. “I think Dumbledore knows more than he’s letting on. Can you get me in for a meeting? We need the information he’s not telling us.” 

“I’ll ask.” 

“I need you to do more than ask, James. Without it, we have nowhere to start.” 

They dispersed. Pandora and Lily went back to their room, and Evan showed Sirius and Remus to a bedroom and then James and Regulus. 

It didn’t take long until Regulus had to sneak out and cast a silencing charm around his brother’s room. Evan’s father might not be home, but the whole neighbourhood could probably hear them. 

“Ah, thank you, Reggie.” James sighed when Regulus came back in, and he removed his hands from his ears. 

Regulus stood awkwardly by the door. It had been a while since they had any proper time together, and now they had the whole night if they wanted it. Regulus had to make sure Remus was back in the next two hours, but other than that, he had nothing to do. 

James smiled at him. “You gonna come over here and say hi?” Regulus automatically walked over to the bed and sat down. 

“Hi,” He said as he fiddled with one of the rings on his finger. 

“Stop being weird and come here.” James chuckled as he opened his arms. Regulus huffed out a laugh but crawled into his arms. 

Apparently, they fell asleep as there was a knock on the door, and Regulus jumped awake. Remus was waiting on the other side with Sirius firmly attached to his arm. 

“Sorry,” Remus muttered, “But I need you to take me back. It’s getting close to the three-hour mark.” Regulus took in his brother’s sad face.

“I’ll meet you downstairs. You say your goodbyes, and we’ll go.”    

The night air was refreshing as he waited for Remus. He was only slightly surprised when Sirius followed him out. 

“You can’t come with us, Sirius. The wolves think you're dead, and we need it to stay that way.”

“I know. I’m leaving as well. There’s no point in me being here if Remus isn’t.” He pointed up at the house. “Too many couples in there. I am not a seventh wheel.” Remus pulled Sirius in for one last kiss, then stood next to Regulus and watched as Sirius disappeared into thin air. 

“You ready?” Regulus asked. Remus dragged a sleeve across his eyes to wipe away the tears and nodded. Regulus took ahold of his arm and took them back to the clearing. 

Like earlier, the wolves surrounded them. Fenrir strode forward. 

“Ah, my son returns,” Regulus felt the shiver go through Remus. “Have you had fun with your friends, dear one? You shall have to tell us all about it before you go to bed.” He wrapped an arm around Remus’s shoulder, pulling him away from Regulus and towards the trees

“I’ll send word the next time we’re planning a little get-together, Lupin,” Regulus called after him. Remus turned to look over his shoulder. 

“Sounds fun, Black.” The other wolves didn’t retreat, waiting for Regulus to disapparate. 

He left, returning to Rosier House and James. He fell asleep in James’s arms that night and slept in, only waking when Barty came barging in and jumped between them on the bed, making himself comfortable. 

“Alright, my beautiful Thestral brothers,” He said, rubbing his hands together. “So where do we start with our mouldy Voldy take-down plan?”

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