#March 1

[dailykafka]

— March 1, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries

[chalamet-chalamet]

3/1/2024-New IG profile pic, post and story ✨

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode, Pl. 360, 1 mars 1834, Paris. Robe de velours. Crevés et noeuds de satin. Agraffes de pierreries. Jupe de dessous en satin. Coiffure ornée de plumes et d'un de plumes et d'un Héron. Digital Collections of the Los Angeles Public Library

The woman on the left is wearing a short-sleeved, open red dress with a lace tippet and decorated with bows. She is wearing elbow-length, white gloves, a necklace, and earrings, and is holding a fan in her right hand. She is wearing a tiara and a bandeau in her hair, which is also decorated with feathers. The seated woman on the right is facing away from the viewer. She is wearing a teal dress of similar design. She is wearing a necklace, earrings, tiara, and her hair is decorated with feathers.

[pictocat3]

happy birthday mari!

[allwaswell16]

[4 pics, 4 quotes, 4 iconic 1D fics]

Iconic Fics by... - YesIsAWorld -

1.

Going into the fourteenth race, Harry qualifies with a stellar time, beating the previous track record by three seconds. Unfortunately, Louis does too, and on the last segment of the track he pulls out a startling lap time, beating Harry by almost eight tenths of a second.

The only positive about starting behind Louis is at least he’ll get to stare at Louis’ ass.

2.

“However many,” Louis faked direction again, “goals we each score, that’s how many times we each get off tonight.”

Harry hated when Louis was a tease. “Yeah, you up for getting me off three times tonight? Think you can handle it?”

3.

“Why?” Harry shook his head. “Why are you here? You’re gorgeous. I can’t imagine you’re hard up for… um…”

“Oh,” that time Louis’ whole face blushed. He put his cup down on the counter and turned around. He put both hands on his sizeable, seemingly-firm, arse. “Because of this,” he squeezed, “everyone wants me to bottom.

4.

Before he realised it, he was just as drunk as Louis and hadn’t even attempted to find his friends. Or his fiance, who, once Nick thought of it, hadn’t made any attempt to find him either. Which was fine, really.

- answers below -

1. Counterbalance

Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class.

2. Swallow My Words

Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry's lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he's not sure where he's going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

3. Big Dicked Bottoms Make the Rockin’ World Go Round

Harry was tired of the assumptions made about his sexual preferences and he wasn't afraid to (drunkenly) post on Tumblr about it. The last thing he expected was to find his perfect partner.

4. Tell Me It’s The Strongest Shape

Nick and Elgar have it all. They’re famous, successful, and engaged to be married—and sometimes they play with others.

When uni student Louis gets street cast by Elgar for a GQ photoshoot, he's drawn into Nick and Elgar’s complicated relationship.

They've always invited mates into their bed. It doesn’t ever mean anything. Until… it does.

[ @louandhazaf - Happy birthday, Nic! Love you! ]

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“Nutball Extreme: Taser Edition”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Rugby

@jegulus-microfic March 1 Word count 999

This is a continuation from last month.

Previous part First part

James took his hand, and they entered the cave. It was black as pitch in there. The light from outside barely illuminated the entrance. They carried on towards the back of the cave with their wands lit.

“There’s a safe house in Rugby set up for us to go to once we have whatever’s in there,” James said as he inspected the cave wall. 

“It’s just a cave.” Regulus peered around the gloom, looking for any sign that there was more, only half listening to James’s words. 

“It’s not. Can’t you feel that?” James had lifted his hand to the back wall. “There’s dark magic here.” Regulus moved closer and pressed his hand next to James’s on the icy cold stone. 

It was too cold. Colder than it should have been. He closed his eyes and felt the dark magic marbling through the cave wall. 

“You’re right,” He took out a small dagger and sliced a long, thin line down his palm.

“What are you doing!” James watched, horrified. 

“It’s blood magic. You need to give blood to open the secret passage.” 

As soon as the blood touched the wall, a cracking groaning echoed around the cave as a secret passage opened before them. 

James grabbed Regulus’s hand and performed a simple healing spell to erase the cut. 

Before them lay a huge Cavan, so tall their wand light was lost.

They stopped before a vast lake that covered most of the cave floor. 

“Nox,” Regulus whispered, extinguishing the light at the end of his wand before casting another spell that shot a glowing orb of light into the darkness above them. It lit more than their wands had. 

They could now see an island in the middle of the lake. “Kreacher said there’s a boat somewhere along here.” He walked along the edge of the water until James yelled.

“There’s something here!” They grabbed ahold of the invisible chain and pulled. It was just as icy cold as the cave wall had been. Regulus tapped it with his wand, and the thick chain appeared before them, attached to a tiny boat. 

They carefully got into it and waited. Nothing happened. Regulus tapped it and tried a few spells, but nothing. 

“I think it’s because there are two of us.” They were cramped in the boat it was clearly made for one. 

James pulled something out from under his robes and swung it around himself, disappearing. The boat started moving. James’s invisibility cloak had hidden enough of his magical power to trick the boat into magically escorting them across the mirror-still water. James tried to see the bottom, but Regulus pulled him back. 

“Kreacher said to be wary of the water.” 

The boat bumped gently against the island, and they clambered out. 

They climbed up the steep slope to the top, where a basin stood filled with a glowing green potion. Sitting at the bottom was a locket. 

“Kreacher said I need to drink it.” He walked forward, took a small goblet out of his pocket and scooped some of the potion into it. James grasped his wrist before he could take the first sip. “James, I have to. It’s the only way to get the locket out.” 

“No, Reg, there has to be another way. We don’t even know what it is, what it does.”

“We do know what it does. It causes pain. James, I must drink it all. Even if I beg you, I can’t. You have to make me.” James looked deeply into Regulus’s eyes, his jaw quivering. His hand tightened momentarily on Regulus’s wrist before he let go and nodded. 

Regulus took a sip. It was icy fire coursing through his body. It was as if someone had hit him with the cruciatus curse. He yelped but drained the goblet and refilled it. 

Again and again, he drank. He was starting to see things in the shadows. His mother and father loomed over him. Sirius on the night he left Grimmauld Place. A fake James telling him he hated him. If James hadn’t been stroking his back, he’d probably have fallen for the fake James’s words and broken down. 

He dropped to his knees, unable to stand any longer. James took the goblet from his hands and refilled it. Regulus drank and drank and drank, and just when he thought if he drank another drop, he’d break from the pain, it was over. 

“Reg—Reg, you did it. We have the locket.” James exclaimed.

“I’m so thirsty, James.” Regulus croaked. 

“You can have all the water you want as soon as we get out of here. You just need to wait a little longer.” James said soothingly as he transfigured an old necklace of his mothers into a copy of the locket they had just taken. 

He was putting it in the basin and watching the green potion refill when he realised Regulus was no longer at his feet. “REG NO!!!!” 

Regulus dipped his hand into the lake, and the water erupted with movement as though it was boiling. 

Inferi crawled to the surface, grabbing at Regulus. James rushed forward and dragged him away from the water’s edge. The Inferi kept coming. James panicked and threw the invisibility cloak over them. The Inferi paused, unable to tell where they had gone. James shuffled them into the tiny boat and waited for it to move. But it didn’t. It didn’t know anyone in it. James made a decision. He put the locket into Regulus’s robes and removed himself from the cloak.

The Inferi surged forward again, grabbing at the boat and rocking it. 

“Incendio—Incendio—Incendio!” James cast repeatedly. It kept them away for seconds before the hands crawled back along the boat’s sides. 

The boat crashed into the side of the bank, throwing James into the damp sand. He scrambled to his feet as the hands scratched at his ankles. He grabbed hold of Regulus and fled the cave, leaving the inhabitants far behind.       

Next part

[typelikeagirl]

[newyorkthegoldenage]

An aerial view of Rockefeller Center on March 1, 1937.

Photo: NY Daily News

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Budgett’s Frog (Lepidobatrachus laevis)

(Photo from National Geographic)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Southern South America

Size (Weight/Length)- 13 cm

Diet- Insects; Amphibians; Snails

Cool Facts- Nicknamed the hippo frog for obvious reasons, the Budgett’s frog is always smiling. Despite living in South America, their homes can get as cold as -13 degrees Celsius in the winter. During this time, the Budgett’s frog sheds off an extra layer of skin that prevents them from losing water in the extreme cold. These frogs are relatively aggressive and are not afraid to use their pseudo-fangs to deliver a strong bite to anyone foolish enough to wake them up. Their main threat is habitat loss, however their massive population is adapting to park ponds.

Rating- 11/10 (1/3 of their body is their head.)

[dearaustinbutler]

New Dune: Part Two poster. In theatres March 1, 2024.

[jerrysmithfanatic]

repost on here- i’m trying to get better at drawing them, usually takes a while

you can find me on tt @jerrysmithdominator

[chalamet-chalamet]

“What do you see?" he demanded.

"I see us giving love to each other in a time of quiet between storms. It's what we were meant to do."

📸 by Jack Davison and Greg Fraiser

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 9, 1 mars 1896, Paris. 8. (1) Costume en drap amazone pain brûlé. (2) Costume en mohair glacé camaïeu. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

(1) Costume en drap amazone pain brûlé. — Jupe â godets. Veste fantaisie â revers carrés. Chemisette-corsage en tissu pareil plissé. Manches d’une seule pièce. Ornements de piqûres et boutons métal.

(1) Suit in burnt bread amazon cloth. — Godet skirt. Fancy jacket with square lapels. Corsage blouse in similar pleated fabric. One-piece sleeves. Stitching ornaments and metal buttons.

Matériaux: 8 métrés tissu.

(2) Costume en mohair glacé camaïeu. — Jupe nouvelle, â 8 lés. Corsage ajusté garni d’un double pli creux et de pattes assujetties par des boutons. Ceinture ronde et col droit. Manches d’une seule couture.

(2) Suit in monochrome glossy mohair. — New skirt, 8 lengths. Fitted bodice trimmed with a double box pleat and tabs secured with buttons. Round belt and straight collar. Single-stitched sleeves.

Matériaux: 8 mètres tissu.

Employer la Fibre chamois pour les jupes et corsages.

[ashleesimpsons]

jessicasimpson: Orange Crush 🧡

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Metallica - Wherever I May Roam