#July 11

[musickickztoo]

RIP Shelley Duvall 

July 7, 1949 – July 11, 2024

[tswiftupdatess]

taylorswift: The Eras Tour has brought so many firsts with it… for example, I’d never been to Switzerland before. This place is stunningly beautiful and I loved playing for those 2 wonderful crowds in Zurich. Pretty wild to think we only have 7 cities left on the European leg of the tour. Up next is a city I’ve been looking forward to playing for so long: Milan!! 🇮🇹

(July 11, 2024)

[shisasan]

July 11, 1932 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941) originally published: 1953

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Essential

@jegulus-microfic July 11, Word count 693

“Sirius, why are there boxes of essential oils all over the flat?!” Regulus was startled awake by Remus shouting in the small flat. He’d moved in with his brother and his boyfriend a few weeks ago after his cousin Bellatrix caught him saying goodnight to the man he’d been on a date with. She’d taken pictures of him kissing the man goodnight and gone straight to his mother. When he got home, there was a box of his things on the doorstep. He’d knocked on the door when his key didn’t work and was greeted by Walburga Black sneering down at him. She showed him the pictures that Bellatrix had sent to her and told him he was no son of hers and to never darken their doorstep again. 

Unsure of what to do, he phoned the only number on his phone that he’d never used. Sirius came and picked him up immediately and gave him a home. And that’s where he still was. It wasn’t too bad. He wasn’t afraid of coming home any more, so that was a bonus. It was just that the flat was tiny, and his brother was loud, and his friends were always there.

“It’s fine Remus, I’m going to put them all in our bedroom and sell them, everyone loves essential oils!” Sirius shouted back from his bedroom, snapping Regulus back to the present. 

Sirius and Remus were throwing a party that night. Regulus was, of course, invited, but he planned to stay in his bedroom with his earphones on and binge-watch Downton Abbey. There was a loud yell and a bang from the living room. He jumped up and went to see what his brother had done now. 

Sirius was sprawled on the carpet with ten small boxes on and around him. 

“He tripped,” Remus said as a means of explanation. Regulus shook his head and started helping collect the boxes and store them in the other bedroom. 

It wasn’t long before the party was in full swing and Regulus was deep into the tales of the Crawley family. He was, however, pulled from his viewing when his bedroom door flew open and James Potter blew in, shutting the door behind him.

“Can I hide in here?” He asked, looking around the small room for somewhere to hide.

“What? No.” Regulus screwed up his face in disgust. “Get out,” 

“Oh come on, please,” James begged.

“Why do you need to hide?” Regulus was becoming interested against his better judgement. James snorted. 

“I just put a ton of hot sauce in Sirius’s drink, and it’s only a matter of seconds before he takes a sip.”

“AHHHHHH!!! POTTER!!!” James’s eyebrows flew up his head as his eyes widened. 

“Quick,” Regulus said, dragging his duvet up. “Curl up at the top of the bed,” James didn’t question him and did as he was told. Regulus threw the duvet over him, tucking in the edges and settled back, using him as a giant pillow and pressing play on his laptop again. 

Sirius knocked on his door before peeping in.

“Reggie, you haven’t seen James, have you?” His voice was a little hoarse. Regulus had to bite his tongue to stop himself smiling. 

“Nope, just me and Mary in here,” 

“Mary? She’s out here,” Sirius looked behind him and pointed, “Yeah, she’s right there,”

“Not MacDonald. Lady Mary Crawley,” He huffed, spinning his laptop to show Sirius the screen. 

“Oh, alright. If you see James though, I’m looking for him.”

“I’ll send him your way if I see him,” Regulus promised, his fingers crossed behind the laptop.

“You know you could come out and join us,” Sirius said hopefully. 

“Sorry, I’m not really up to it,” He smiled a small smile at his brother. 

“Maybe next time then,” Sirius returned the smile, but bigger. His eyes flicked around the room, and he quietly shut the door behind him. 

“It’s clear,” Regulus said, jabbing his elbow into the soft lump behind him. 

“Ooof!” James grunted but carefully rolled out of the cover. He plonked himself down next to Regulus and wrapped the duvet around their shoulders. “So what are we watching?” 

[dailykafka]

— July 11, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“The Unus Annus Space Program”

[chalamet-chalamet]

“What’s up y’all? First trailer for ‘Wonka’ just came out. Go check it out. We worked really hard on it and….see you at the factory!”

Twitter credit to whore4horse

[gipitothefrog]

Over 30

@wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 470

***

Remus apparated outside Grimmauld Place the day he heard that Sirius had taken up residence there.

It was that day that he saw him for the second time in around fourteen years. It was also that day that he realized that Sirius had changed.

Whereas before, he was loud and took up the whole room, now he just… didn’t. He still took up space in the room. But it was simply less. He still spoke, but now he was quiet and more thoughtful. It disconcerted Remus, to say the least. The image of Sirius he had in his head was wildly different than the Sirius that he saw now. It was as if it had been a still-drying painting, and someone had run a brush through the middle. You could still discern it, but it was smudged.

For the first week, they tiptoed around each other. Then one day, while Remus was drinking his tea, Sirius came up to him. He put his head on his shoulder and said a small, “Hello love.”

Since then, Remus had been sleeping in Sirius’ room. Nothing had happened, per say, but it helped both of them to have someone there after not having anyone for so long. They talked sometimes. Sometimes, they just lay together until sleep finally came.

“You’ve changed,” Remus whispered one night.

Sirius was quiet for a moment, contemplating. “That’s what that place is supposed to do, I suppose. Chip you until there’s nothing left.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “There were people there, Remus. They were there, but they were also… gone.”

Remus felt his eyes filling with tears. “But you survived. You’re here.”

“I think it was because of Padfoot. Being Padfoot instead of, well, me, it saved my life.” Sirius continued, “Y’know, you were the reason I became an animagi. It was all for you. So in a way, it was you who saved me.”

Remus was fully sobbing now. He saw a few tears slip down Sirius’ face, and it only made him cry even harder. He knew he had a habit of bottling up his emotions, and fourteen years was a lot of time where he hadn’t let the bottle open. It was like shaking up a can of soda: you knew what was coming, but you did it anyway. He’d waited so long, shook the can so much.

Speaking of waiting, they’d both done a lot of that. It felt nice to not have to anymore. Remus knew their time together was too good to be true. He felt it. Maybe that made their time even more precious.

And maybe that had to be enough.

Sirius wiped away his tears in a fruitless effort, since more came streaming down afterwards anyway.

“Oh, my moon. I’m so glad I could be your star.”

[littlemixdaily]

perrieedwards: I’m on the cover of Cosmo 🥹🥰 @ cosmopolitanuk

[duadaily]

July 11, 2024

[theglitterdome]

Actress Shelley Duvall... Rest In Peace

July 7, 1949 - July 11, 2024

[chic-a-gigot]

Journal des Dames et des Modes, Costume Parisien, 11 juillet 1798, (48): Chapeau coquet. Manches de couleur sous une Robe Blanche, Fauteuil en Acajou imité de l'Antique. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Woman with a 'chapeau coquet' on her head. Colored sleeves under a white dress. Fan in hand. She sits on an antique-style mahogany armchair. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Sellèque, Paris, 1797-1839.

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor Swift liked an instagram Reel from a Swiftie (posted in June) yesterday!

(July 11, 2024)

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: July 11. Ruins. END ID]

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Jesse Owens of Ohio State University, left, and Ralph Metcalfe of Marquette University are shown together before competing in the 100-meter dash at the U.S. Olympic trials, July 11, 1936. Owens beat his rival by a full yard in 10.4 seconds, one-tenth of the listed world record. The following month, of course, he went on to triumph in Hitler's Olympics in Berlin—the one that was supposed to show the superiority of the Aryan race.

Photo: Associated Press

[throwbackgaylor]

july 11, 2015 | nine years ago today

karlie kloss posted a photo of herself at the 1989 tour with a fan’s cupcake sign that said “BAKE IT OFF” via instagram:

“Best. Sign. Ever. #1989WorldTour”

she tagged taylor as the cupcake