#July 3

[tswiftupdatess]

Travis Kelce on being up on stage with Taylor Swift at The Eras Tour show in London:

''I initially mentioned it to Tay, I was like 'How funny would it be if I just, like rolled out on one of the bikes during the 1989, like that era' she started laughing and she was like 'Would you seriously be up for like doing something like that?' and I was just like 'Are you- what?' sure enough. She found the perfect part of the show for me to come in. [..] The one thing I told myself is 'Do. not. drop. the baby. Do not drop Taylor on your way over this damn couch.' I was gonna do something like some extra stuff and who knows, maybe if I ever do it again I might do it but the golden rule was do not drop Taylor, get her to the couch safe do not hold onto the baby. Shout-out to Tay for letting me jump on the stage with her. Who knows? might not be the last time.'' (Via New Heights)

[goblinontour]

i’m going fucking insane

source: x

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“We Put an Apple Watch in a Rock Tumbler”

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Kids seen enjoying the East 23d Street Pool on July 3, 1955.

Photo: Art Whittaker for the NY Daily News

[1985alive]

The Return of the Living Dead (1985)

[dailykafka]

— July 3, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode, 3 juillet 1841, Paris. Chapeau de Lemonnier Pelvey. Robe de Gagelin Opigez, façon de Mle. De Moismont. Lingerie de Tulasne Ledoux. Echarpe de Delisle, rue Ste. Anne. Mouchoir de Chapron, de la Paix, 7. Gants de Mayer, de la Paix, 28. Costume d'homme de Drappier. Gilet de Blanc. Chapeau de Jay. Coiffure de Delignon, envois de la Maison de Commission Lassalle, 28 Taitbout. Digital Collections of the Los Angeles Public Library

[lulublack90]

Prompt 3 - Boggart

@jegulus-microfic July 3, Word count 527

CW - Dead bodies but they're not real.

Regulus cowered on the floor. His entire body was shaking as he looked in horror at what lay before him. James’s body, dead on the floor. 

He held his wand tightly, a sob escaping his lips. 

“R-r-riddikulus,” He stuttered and James’s body disappeared, replaced by Sirius’s. “No!” He wailed he couldn’t think of anything to make either of his worst fears funny. “Riddikulus!” He screamed at the boggart. It spun into a blur, Sirius’s body disappearing like James’s did. He couldn’t see where it had gone, or what it was. 

A creak in the shadows alerted him that this time the boggart was something that moved. He squinted into the gloomy corner and it took a step. He’d recognise the sound of those heels anywhere. 

He pushed himself as far into the wall as he could as Walburga Black strode towards him. 

“Regulus Arcturus Black, how dare you bring dishonour to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black?! You are a disappointment. Even Sirius wasn’t this much of a letdown. We should have kept him and thrown you out instead. Hmmm, perhaps I’ll do to you what I did to him. Perhaps then you’ll be half the heir Sirius was.” He watched as she raised her wand. “Crucio!”

“Riddikulus!” He bellowed just before she finished the spell. The boggart swirled above him again, but before it could take the form of his next fear, Barty came bursting in. He jumped in front of Regulus and the boggart locked onto him. 

Barty Crouch Sr materialised in front of them. But before the boggart Crouch could even open his mouth to hurl abuse at him, Barty lazily drawled out.

“Riddikulus,” Boggart Crouch was suddenly dressed in Azkaban robes and Barty let out a truly manic laugh as the boggart exploded before them. 

“Thanks,” Regulus croaked, as he wiped the tears and snot from his face. It had been a long time since he’d allowed himself to think about James or his brother and it had felt like someone had dropped an overflowing cauldron on his chest. 

He stormed out of the room and apparated to the flat he kept in London that no one knew about. He allowed himself one hour only to think about them. The last time he’d glimpsed James he’d been walking down the street holding Lily Evans's hand and it had broken his heart all over again. He shook his head and thought of their time together in secret at Hogwarts. Even Sirius hadn’t known. He wondered if James had told him now. 

He ducked under his bed and pried up the floorboard. He took out the only item hidden in the gap beneath. He looked at the photograph. The only proof that James Potter had been his. He smiled as the sixteen-year-old Regulus snuggled closer to seventeen-year-old James as they lay cuddling together on James’s dorm room bed, James pressing a kiss to his lips before the magic reset the photo’s movements.

“I’ll always love you,” He whispered to it as he laid back in his bed, placing the photo on the pillow beside him and letting his bittersweet memories flood his mind. 

[throwbackgaylor]

july 3, 2016 | eight years ago today

taylor posed with karlie kloss who was holding gigi hadid

[musickickztoo]

Poly Styrene *July 3, 1957

[larrylimericks]

3Jul24

Si’d like to strike 1D gold twice, But your soul for his goal is the price. This modern-day Midas Is v-necked detritus — “Kindly fuck off” is highly advised.

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor recently commented on an Instagram Reel of a fan being blacked out at The Eras Tour! (Via Elliottnorris)

[nugothrhythms]

Happy Return of the Living Dead Day, an important day in goth/deathrock history.

[niddy-writes-randomly]

July 3, monday : july, silence, complete silence. the whole world floated.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell Fead of Birmingham, Michigan, pose with their bikes in front of their hotel, July 3, 1943. The Feads didn't let gas shortages ruin their vacation. Traveling by bicycle and boat, they made their way from Michigan to New York in a week and declared it one of their most enjoyable vacations. They planned to take a different route on the return trip to see another section of the country. The Feads used the bikes in New York for sightseeing.

Photo: Robert Kradin for the AP

[todaysdocument]

Puppy! 

Scuttlebutt was the mascot of a U.S. Navy minesweeper ship somewhere near San Diego, July 3, 1943. 

Record Group 80: General Records of the Department of the Navy Series: General Photographic Files

Image description: We are looking over the shoulder of someone who is holding an ID card and writing in a ship’s log. The ID card says, “United States Navy Mascot / “Scuttlebut”, Hair - Black-White / Eyes - Brown / Born - 3-6-43 / 207-20-12 Jr. / “Trudie”” and has a photo of a puppy sitting on a table. The puppy itself is lying on the table with both paws on the logbook, and is looking at the camera. I’m not sure what breed it is, but it has short fur and cocked ears.