#July 20

[shisasan]

July 20, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[dailykafka]

— July 20, 1916 / Franz Kafka diaries

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“DIY Bed of Nails: OH GOD, PLEASE DON'T EVER TRY THIS”

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor Swift thanks fans for the success and historic run at 12 weeks on #1 of 'THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT'

''I also wanted to say to everyone who’s supported The Tortured Poets Department, I am completely blown away by what you’ve done - it stayed at #1 for the first 12 weeks of its release and that’s never happened to an album of mine before, not even close!! You’re just the greatest.''

(July 20, 2024 | Taylor Swift via Instagram)

[frogshunnedshadows]

Newspaper front pages and the cover of National Geographic magazine, regarding the Apollo 11 moon landing, 1969.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Response

@jegulus-microfic July 20, Word count 401

“I love you,” James whispered in his ear one evening as they lay in bed cuddling. Regulus froze as he began to panic. No one had ever said those words to him, apart from Sirius, but that was hardly the same. He didn’t know if he loved James or not. He thought he did, but he’d expected there to be some sort of sign, some big magical moment when he realised how much he loved the man he was snuggled into. 

James was waiting for a response and Regulus didn’t know what to do. His palms became clammy, and he felt suddenly overhot. He squirmed against James’s hold, he needed air. He bolted out of bed when James relaxed his arms and flung the dorm room window open. He drew in huge lungfuls of the cold night air. The panic slowly subsided.  

When he was calm enough, he got back into James’s bed and drew the curtains around the four poster. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to startle you. You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know,” James held out his hand, asking for Regulus’s. Regulus didn’t hesitate and put his hand in James’s outstretched one. James brushed his lips against the knuckles on the back of Regulus’s hand and looked up at him through his eyelashes. “I do though. I love you.” 

Regulus launched himself at James, forcing him to back onto the mattress. That’s when it hit him, like a bludger to the head. He looked down at James, smiling up at him. He felt the love seeping out of his boyfriend and enveloping his entire being, showing him so much love he knew he loved him back. He sighed as he leaned down to press a kiss to James’s lips.

“I love you too,” He whispered into James’s mouth as the kiss continued. James moaned as he heard the words. Regulus was suddenly flipped over so he was now smooshed into the pillows with James on top of him. James reached back and dragged his T-shirt off as he tried to pepper kisses across Regulus’s jaw. Regulus giggled and grabbed his wand from the bedside table, hurriedly muttering a silencing charm around them. His brother and the others in the room didn’t need to hear what was about to happen.

He gazed up at James and sighed happily, so this was love. 

[humanoidhistory]

The Moon, July 20, 1969.

[hidden-for-reg]

july 20: response | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 242

Regulus walked out of the coffee shop with not only a coffee, but a handsome bloke's phone number and a small smile quirking his lips up.

The barista— named James— had taken the initiative to write his number on Regulus’ cup and to add a note that read: 

Text me later if you wanna go out.

-James

p.s. My shift ends at 5pm ;)

When Regulus arrived back at his flat, he sat at his desk and merely stared at his coffee cup.

What if the number was fake?

What if James was teasing him?

What if—

Regulus shook his head to shake his ‘what ifs’ into the back of his mind. Without thinking he grabbed his phone, punched in James’ number, and sent the first message:

Hey, it’s Regulus from the coffee shop.

Regulus internally screamed for the whole five minutes where there wasn’t a response, until:

Hey! This is James but you knew that already :D

Regulus typed and re-typed his reply 5 times before he settled on:

So, what did you have in mind?

For what?

You said you wanted to take me out somewhere?

OH. LOL rightttt xD

So..?

My shift ends at 5 so I can swing round yours and maybe we can have dinner at this restaurant near my flat?

That sounds great

See ya then gorgeous ;D

Regulus turned off his phone and threw it. 

He had a date to get ready for.

Oh god.

[shisasan]

July 20, 1930 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]

[dailykafka]

— July 20, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

[throwbackgaylor]

july 20, 2022 | two years ago

kelsea ballerini posted to instagram photos of the trip she and fletcher took to big sur, recreating the polaroid taylor and karlie kloss took

[tswiftupdatess]

Anne Hathaway on her The Eras Tour experience via Instagram stories:

''Thank you phenomenal, moving, powerful, fearless @taylorswift!!! Huge shout out to the incredible Eras crew!! Best picture-wrap celebration EVER''

July 20, 2024

[mawlaeina]

BIRTHDAYS | SAGAU Childe

🍊 content: SAGAU! Childe & Reader

✦ content w: none! it’s fluff sorta

July 20.

It was the day that you looked forward the most every year.

Back then, July 20 was just the same as any other day for you—maybe another boring day of school, another day of work, or maybe even a local holiday. Whatever it was, it bored you (—unless it’s also your birthdate, I’m sorry).

That was the case until he came out.

He piqued your interest, even his story quest made you invested in him—more than you expected. You wished on his banner, joking about how you’ll get him first pull.

Your jaw drops—you got him at first pull.

You stared at the screen in disbelief—eyes glued, and jaw parted in awe as Childe came home in all his ginger glory. Eventually, you farmed enough resources so that you could main him through and through.

Moving forward to the present, you see a few tiktoks showing that other users had little to no crit rate for their damage showcases. However, that wasn’t the case for you.

Childe would always crit when you used him, especially when you played co-op with friends. Oh, how you loved it. In a way, it made you feel a bit special—though you later thought that you were just being delusional.

Then the clock struck 12am, a quick notification coming from your calendar saying that it was now July 20. You got out of bed, excitedly making your way to the kitchen with a smile as you hold a few sheets of paper and a pen in hand.

You take out a small cake from the fridge—decorated with orange frosting and a blue narwhal shaped decoration sitting at the top.

Some oranges from the nearby fruit bowl for good luck and prosperity.

A bottle of vodka and a shotglass—because you think Childe likes alcohol like a typical russian.

The mini speaker from one of the shelves so that you could play ed sheeran songs.

And lastly, his newly posted birthday art that you printed in high resolution just a few moments ago after it was posted on Genshin’s socials.

Now everything was complete. You place everything into position, lights dimmed as you used candles—the scented ones that smelled like the ocean.

It was your 4th time celebrating his birthday now, and you did this little celebration annually since his release, as if it were some kind of ritual.

Sure, it wasn’t anything too fancy, like the ones you see on social media where they fill the table to the brim for Childe’s birthday. But you were doing this out of pure love for Childe.

You set the pen and papers aside as you began to sing him a happy birthday song. You laugh awkwardly since you celebrated alone, and it wasn’t even your birthday. This was why your friends called you delusional, but you didn’t mind it—not when it made you happy, and how it was a way you could express the love you have to offer for Childe.

Now midnight had long passed, and ed sheeran was playing over the speaker. The cake had been eaten in half, an orange 3/4th finished, and the vodka nearly half. You cursed yourself for continuing to take shots earlier despite having such low alcohol tolerance.

Yet that didn’t stop you from finishing the last act of celebrating Childe’s birthday—his birthday letter.

You sat at the counter, head rested on one of your hands as your elbow sat shakily on the counter. Your other hand was busy scribbling lazily on the paper—handwriting coming off as an imitation of cursive, but it was readable still.

There were about two or more letters that you had already finished, and now you were writing another one as Photograph began to play on the speaker.

You wrote, and wrote, and wrote.

Expressing your heart out in sweetness, bitterness, and affection, all directed towards Childe alone. You wrote about your days and experiences after the last celebration of his birthday—you were writing to him as if he were real.

You finished the last letter, ending it with your signature. You sighed before chuckling sadly, knowing that the letters won’t reach him—and if they do, you knew he might not acknowledge them.

You were lovesick for someone who wasn’t real, someone who doesn’t share the same skies as you do.

On the other hand, inside one of the homes of Snezhnaya. Childe is woken up on his birthday by Teucer, who shakes him in excitement, reminding him that it was his birthday today. Childe smiled at his younger brother, ruffling his hair as he says that he’ll come down in five minutes to celebrate his birthday with his family—he needed some sleep, he had just returned home after a fatui mission after all.

Teucer agrees and exits Childe’s room, and finally the ginger makes a move. He sits up and stretches lightly, ruffling his hair a bit as he lightly pinches the bridge of his nose. He makes it a mental note to keep the promise he made with Teucer to go ice fishing the other day.

He sighs before he glances at his pillow. He wonders if there would be letters today as well since it was his birthday.

Ever since he started to receive letters under his pillow from his 21st birthday (2021) from an unknown person, he began to receive them annually. The number of letters always gradually increasingly, and always coming from the same person.

He remembered that he tried to track the sender of the letter down, only to come to a dead end every time. Eventually, he just found himself looking forward to receiving them, ocassionally reading them from time to time during his breaks.

Maybe it came from you? The one from across the screen?

He sees you, yet he can’t seem to communicate with you. He hears you as well, and he can’t help but recall the sounds you make when you have your little victories with him after boss fights.

He initially gave it some thought, and later came to a conclusion that maybe it did come from you—since you rarely ever come online when it’s his birthday, but when you do it’s usually at the last remaining hours of the day.

He slides a hand under the pillow, almost immediately feeling what seemed to be like three or five sets of letters. He chuckled quietly to himself as he took them out, revealing an actual number of 6 letters.

He reads them one by one, laughing a bit every now and then from the jokes you made, confused at some of the ‘references’ that you made—who was ed sheeran?

Then, there’s the part where you wrote down about how you felt towards him. His smiles fade into a poker face as he reads them with an unreadable expression—he’s unsure of what he’s supposed to feel.

He doesn’t think that he shares the same feelings that you had for him, at least, that’s what he believes. All that he knows is that you’re worlds different from him—existentially speaking. So, he’s never thought about it in the first place.

He’s thought of you as a comrade more than anything else.

Yet the letters he receives from you never fails to include such feelings—the same love and affection directed towards him, all written differently over the years.

“Ajax!” He heard his mother call him from downstairs, it seemed like they were growing a bit impatient. He looked at the clock on the wall, finally realizing it had been more than 5 minutes as he’d been busy reading your letters.

“Coming!” He responds plainly before he lets out a small yawn.

He stands up from the bed and leaves it in its messy glory as he approached a wooden box that sat idly on the nearby shelf.

He opens the box, revealing all the other letters that he received from you since his 21st birthday. He stores the newly received letters on top of the others, stacking them neatly so that it doesn’t look as messy as his bed.

There were now 15 letters in the box, and in his mind he was still counting.

He closes the lid as he took out a shirt from the closet, putting it on before he exits his room.

He somehow feels guilty, or rather he feels weirdly uneasy that he can’t return the favor nor your feelings. He silently hopes that you’d grow out of it, that it’ll pass in the end.

Yet a part of him also doesn’t want that to happen. He’s somehow conflicted.

He temporarily pauses in front of the window across his bedroom door. He looks up at the sky, fully knowing that celestia isn’t quite real—that it only existed in this confined world that he was living in.

He wished maybe the skies that you had in yours were brighter, fresher (and doesn’t lag).

Childe proceeded to walk away from the window and towards the stairs. A little smile plastered on his face as he comes down to greet his large family. He opens his arms as they swarm him with a loving hug.

He began to think.

Maybe it would be nice if you were here too.

🍊 “delusional” oh you mean mentally unstable ^v^?

🍊 childe it’s fine if you don’t love me back, i have enough love for the both of us TwT <3

🍊 is it obvious that he’s my comfort character? what an odd guy, idk how he became my comfort character (i love him)

🍊 he’s ed sheeran of Snezhnaya, change my mind

🍊 i’m too emotionally invested in him, help

🍊 btw that little ritual is personal experience, i do it every year for him and i’ll do it this year too :)

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Some of the 14,576 soldiers of the famed 44th Infantry Division wave and cheer as the liner Queen Elizabeth, which brought them home from Europe, ties up at a dock, July 20, 1945. It was the 44th Division that battled its way across France to the Austrian heart of the now-crumbled Nazi empire.

Photo: Anthony Camerano for the AP

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Euphrates Softshell Turtle (Rafetus euphraticus)

(Photo from Tehran Times)

Conservation Status- Endangered

Habitat- Euphrates-Tigris river

Size (Weight/Length)- 20 kg; 70 cm

Diet- Crustaceans; Plants; Insects; Fish; Birds

Cool Facts- Despite not being able to see very well at night, the Euphrates softshell turtle is one of the few river turtles to be active equally during day and night. Generally thought to be a carnivore, this turtle is opportunistic and often targets fishermen’s nets for an easy snack. They are also known to climb onto the bank to eat animal carcasses. However, they occasionally leave the river to seek out crops like tomatoes and watermelon for some sugar. Sadly, the Euphrates softshell turtle is endangered due to habitat loss, pollution, and poaching. Dams have destroyed the slow moving, warm water that they need to survive. Luckily, these turtles have very hearty eggs that can survive in human disturbed habitats.

Rating- 12/10 (Flattened like the finest of pancakes.)

[floridaboiler]