#March 16

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“Beer Sauna: Turning a Portable Sauna into a Portable Hell”

[dailykafka]

— March 16, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée Chalamet as Bob Dylan Filming “A Complete Unknown” in NYC (3/16/24 and 3/17/2024) ✨✨✨

📸 :Daily Mail, IG: redboyfr & Diggzy/Shutterstock

[on-this-day-mcr]

On this day, March 16

In 2023: My Chemical Romance performed their 65th show of the 2022-2023 Swarm tour in Naarm (Melbourne), Australia. At this show, an unreleased song (titled "Eagles" on the paper setlist) was performed for the 9th time ever, with new lyrics. Gerard Way wore a dark grey skirt suit with a trenchcoat and gloves, and "TErroR" was written on the drums. (🖤)

Watch the show here!

Joanna Foster

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A street in one of the Italian neighborhoods of the city lined with pushcart traders selling fruit and vegetables, March 16, 1932.

Photo: General Photographic Agency/Getty Images/Evening Standard

[mastersprogram]

HUGE NEWS ALERT GUYS

IM SEEING SPAMALOT NEXT WEEKEND ‼️

[tswiftupdatess]

1 year ago today, Taylor Swift announced the release of 4 songs!

Eyes Open (Taylor's Version) Safe & Sound (Taylor's Version) If This Was A Movie (Taylor's Version) All Of The Girls You Loved Before

[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - Arrange

@jegulus-microfic March 16 Word count 960

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Regulus hadn’t realised how many death eaters were in the castle. They were vastly outnumbered. Bellatrix pushed her way to the front of the group. Her wand firmly pointed at Regulus. 

“I thought I told you not to touch anything!” He yelled as he spun around to face Remus. The young werewolf stood there holding a giant moonstone, looking sheepish. 

“Sorry,” He said, ducking his head. “Moonstone. I couldn’t resist.” 

“Put-it-back!” Regulus growled at him. Remus put the moonstone back in its case, fumbling it and nearly dropping it. Regulus was impressed that Remus had made himself look inept. Those in the room would probably start underestimating him. 

Regulus turned back to face his cousin. 

“Bella, I apologise for this idiot’s actions. I admit I neglected to keep an eye on him. I was looking for that extraordinary dagger you brought back from France when we were younger. I was always fascinated by the pattern on the hilt, and I thought it might be in here.” He looked around interestedly for good measure. 

Bellatrix’s scowl disappeared from her face, and a genuine smile replaced it. 

“It is in the cabinet over there.” She pointed to one of the glass cases on the opposite wall. Regulus allowed his eyes to light up. 

“May I?” She nodded at him, raising her wand and removing the ward from it. He plucked the dagger from its stand and ran his finger over the swirling pattern on its handle. 

“It is yours, cousin,” Bellatrix beamed at him as she shooed the others out of the room. “On one condition,” She looked at him pointedly. Regulus waited for her to continue. “You use it on Sirius,” She grinned nastily at him. “Make sure he realises it’s mine.” Regulus could feel a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he fought to keep his mask in place. 

“I’m sure I can arrange that, Bella.” He let the corner of his mouth lift into a sort of smile. Bellatrix jumped up and down, clapping her hands. 

“What is going on, Bella?” Voldemort’s voice sounded, sending a chill through Regulus. He didn’t know if Voldemort knew his Horcrux was in this room or not. Bellatrix spun around and fell to the floor as she curtsied as low as she could. 

“I apologise for the combustion, My Lord. Regulus’s pet got drawn in by the moonstone.” They all turned their gazes to Remus. Remus kept his head bent and his eyes on the floor. 

“And what do you have to say about that, Mr Lupin?” Voldemort asked, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the cup. 

“Sorry,” Remus tried, but Voldemort’s attention was no longer on him. 

“Bella, I thought I told you I wanted this in your vault.” Voldemort hissed. Bellatrix went pale. 

“My Lord, forgive me, please.” 

“Why is it still here, Bella?” Regulus watched as he slipped his wand out of his robes. He caught Bellatrix shaking out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m sorry, My Lord. Rodolphus wanted to display it—” Anything else she had been going to say was cut off by her screams as Voldemort hit her with the Cruciatus curse. 

“See that it is moved. Today.” He removed the spell and ignored Bellatrix’s whimpering. “Regulus, would you join me in the drawing room?” He didn’t wait for an answer and swept out of the room. Regulus spared one look at his cousin, who managed to wave him away. 

“Lupin.” He said before following Voldemort out of the room. 

His insides were in turmoil. He hoped that Voldemort couldn’t sense that the Horcrux was now in this room and that it had followed him through the house. 

He sat when told and listened as well as he could to the discussions in the room. 

“My brother has not yet revealed himself. We believe the order has him in a safe house of some sort. We doubt they know that we are aware of his survival, but Remus here is narrowing down the possible locations.”

Strangely, Voldemort had accepted that excuse and seemed happy with their progress. The meeting didn’t last long, and they were able to leave quickly. Bellatrix hadn’t reappeared, but one of the other death eaters whispered to him that she’d rushed out saying something about Gringotts. At least that was one less thing for them to worry about.

Regulus had taken to using the Order’s way of apparating to random places before his true destination to throw off anyone following him. So, four stops later, they were back at Evan’s.

Sirius was sat on the bed while Pandora kneeled behind him, fiddling with his hair. He already had a dozen or so delicate blue flowers woven into his curls, and Pandora was adding more and twisting some of his hair into intricate plaits. Remus stroked one of the flowers, and Regulus heard him whisper. 

“You look beautiful.” Before he pressed a kiss onto Sirius’s reddening cheek. 

“So, how did it go?” Evan asked, scowling at his sister. He and Barty had been forced onto the floor.

James came to stand beside him and worriedly looked at the scowl on Regulus’s face. 

Regulus pulled the cup out of his pocket and tossed it to Evan, who peered at it until his eyes went wide. 

“How did you get this?”

“Bella had it in her collections room.” Barty took the cup from Evan's hands, and his mouth dropped open. 

“That arrogant bastard. I can’t believe you just took it out from under what’s left of his nose.” Regulus let a huge smirk take over his face.

“Hogwarts, next then?” James said as he pulled Regulus into his arms. 

“Hogwarts next.” He repeated, grinning at James. Just like that, they had another Horcrux.   

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[toshsato]

In case you're newer to the Torchwood Fandom here on Tumblr, March 16 is a small holiday here marking the anniversary (March 16 2021) of a Gwen basher unironically saying this:

I will tell you why I comment. Not to stop your fun, but because I have daughters, and I do not want them to ever think that the behaviour I mentioned makes for a good role model for them. A lot of girls admire Gwen, and I find this disturbing.

[musickickztoo]

T-Bone Walker 

May 28, 1910 – March 16, 1975

[1rabbitdaily]

🐇 Mar 16 2023

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 3rd Birthday to

“Beer Sauna: Turning a Portable Sauna into a Portable Hell”

[dailykafka]

— March 16, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries

[chalamet-chalamet]

Wonka BTS: “Yeah! The man the man!” ✨🎩✨

Twitter credit to thegrlfromperth

[chic-a-gigot]

Cover details.

La Mode nationale, no. 11, 16 mars 1895, Paris. No. 1. — Capote fantaisie. Modèle de la Maison Nouvelle, 1, rue de la Paix, à Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France

No. 1. — Capote fantaisie, en passementerie noire. Devant, draperie en pouf de mousseline de soie rose, d'où s'échappent deux ailes de passementerie perlée. Sur le côté, grosse rose sans feuillage, placée au dessus de l'orei le.

Corsage de soie à empiècement de passementerie perlée.

No. 1. — Fancy hood, in black trimmings. In front, drapery in pink silk chiffon pouf, from which two wings of beaded trimmings escape. On the side, large rose without foliage, placed above the ear.

Silk bodice with beaded trimmings insert.

[fictional-birthdays]

Happy Birthday, Schezo Wegey! (Puyo Puyo)