#March 21

[tswiftupdatess]

'THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT' popup on Spotify comes in different colors!

[shisasan]

March 21, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

[genevawrenn]

No one told me about Phil logging in just to tp Pac to where the forlorn caves are for his bow, granting us this amazing reaction image

[on-this-day-mcr]

On this day, March 21

In 2006: My Chemical Romance released the live album "Life on the Murder Scene", including two DVDs and one CD. The first DVD contained a video diary documenting the bands origin and growth, the second DVD contained live performances and behind the scenes videos. The CD contained live recordings of selected songs from their first and second studio albums, "I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love" and "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge". It also contained a demo version of "I Never Told You What I Do for a Living" and "Bury Me in Black", as well as the previously unreleased "Desert Song". (🖤)

Watch the "Life on the Murder Scene" video diary here!

Stream "Life on the Murder Scene" here!

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 12, 21 mars 1869, Paris. Toilettes de Mme Bréant-Castel, 28. r. Nve. des Pts Champs. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Robe de dessous en faye vert lumière. Le bord inférieur est garni d'un volant ayant 25 centimètres de hauteur, surmonté d'une ruche chicorée; sur chaque côté cette ruche se sépare, forme un angle droit et remonte jusqu'à la ceinture, de façon à simuler une seconde robe, tandis que le volant représente la robe dessous. Tunique faite avec un crêpe de chine blanc, brodé de fleurs de couleur; la frange du châle sert de garniture à la tunique. Celle-ci est relevée à l'aide de ruches en faye verte de façon à former un très-large pouff par derrière. Ceinture verte se fermant sous un chou assorti. Corsage décolleté en faye vert, recouvert de gaze blanche, et bordé ainsi que les manches courtes de ruches en dentelle. Coiffure de roses thé et roses.

Robe de dessous en pékin rouge à raies satinées, garnie d'un volant coupé en biais ayant 40 centimètres de hauteur. Robe de dessus en cachemire noir brodé, garnie d'une frange noire. Mantelet pareil à la robe, croisé par devant et à revers, fixé par derrière de façon que les pans forment une sorte de tournure assez volumineuse. Le corsage, ouvert, est en cachemire noir. Les manches sont à revers brodés comme ceux du mantelet.

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Underdress in light green faye. The lower edge is trimmed with a ruffle 25 centimeters high, topped with a chicory ruffle; on each side this ruffle separates, forms a right angle and goes up to the belt, so as to simulate a second dress, while the ruffle represents the dress underneath. Tunic made with white crepe de chine, embroidered with colored flowers; the fringe of the shawl serves as trim for the tunic. This is raised using green faye ruching so as to form a very large pouff from behind. Green belt closing under a matching collar. Low-cut bodice in green faye, covered with white gauze, and edged as well as the short sleeves with lace ruffles. Tea rose and rose hairstyle.

Underdress in red pekin with satin stripes, trimmed with a bias-cut ruffle measuring 40 centimeters in height. Top dress in embroidered black cashmere, trimmed with black fringe. Mantle similar to the dress, crossed at the front and at the cuff, fixed at the back so that the sides form a sort of rather voluminous turn. The open bodice is in black cashmere. The sleeves have embroidered cuffs like those of the mantlet.

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“Recreating the Miracle of Childbirth”

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Girls skipping rope on East 46th St. near 3rd Avenue, March 21, 1940. I'm not sure whether this is in Brooklyn or Manhattan.

Photo: Bettmann/Getty/Fine Art America

[floridaboiler]

[musickickztoo]

Son House

March 21, 1902 – October 19, 1988

[soulinkpoetry]

Music and poetry touches the sensitive souls. The ones who feel a lot, who love a lot, the ones who get hurt easily.

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Happy Poetry Day 🖋️📖

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Support

@jegulus-microfic March 21 Word count 962

Previous part First part

The silence in the dining room was deafening. Regulus and Remus stared at Orion, who sat waiting for their reactions. 

“Er—e-e-erm—P-p-papa—I-I-I-I I don’t know what you—” Orion raised a hand, cutting Regulus off. 

“Now, Regulus, do Blacks stutter and stumble over our words like common fools, or do we use our years of elocution lessons and training?” He said eyebrow quirked very much the same way his sons regularly did. Regulus lowered his eyes to the table and traced over the serpent’s body that coiled around his silver knife. He realised a tad too late that Remus couldn’t use such utensils, and he left his eyes flick to the left and saw that Remus had transfigured the family silver into muggle steel. He gritted his teeth. If his mother had noticed that, they’d have all been dead. The set had been in the family for 300 years. “Regulus?” His father asked again. 

“No, Papa.” He said quickly. 

“Then why don’t you start again, and don’t bother trying to deny it. I have it on good authority that that is exactly what you are up to.” Orion steepled his fingers and waited for his son to answer. 

“Who’s authority?” Regulus asked curiously. Orion leant forward, a mischievous grin on his face exactly the same as Sirius’s. 

“Albus Dumbledore.” He said, a gleam in his eyes. Regulus and Remus froze.  

“Dumbledore?! But how?” Regulus was glad he managed to form true words this time, even if they were slightly shaky. Orion sighed and raked his long fingers through his dark curls. 

“I am Albus’s spy. I have been keeping an eye on what transpires within the Death Eaters, and I bring back what limited information I can get as I have not actually been marked.” 

Regulus couldn’t believe his ears. 

“If you are a spy,” He started, carefully picking his words before saying them. “And I am supposing you don’t actually support the Dark Lord? Then how could you let him do this to me?!” Regulus ripped his sleeve back to reveal the ugly, inky image on his forearm. “How could you let this happen?” His eyes had begun to prickle, so he stopped not wanting to cry in front of his father. Orion looked at him so sadly. 

“You were supposed to go with Sirius when he ran away. But instead, you stayed, and I guessed your mother had gotten to you and that you believed the hate that lunatic is spouting. I thought you were lost, mon fils.” 

Regulus slowly absorbed his father’s words. He could have left with Sirius. He could have been free. But instead, he had stayed and was stuck fighting for, as his father put it, a lunatic. 

“Well, if I had left with Sirius, I would never have figured out the Dark Lord’s secret.” He saw Remus smirk out of the corner of his eye. Orion’s eyes lit up. 

“Dumbledore said you had a secret,” He cocked his head. “Am I allowed to know?” Regulus debated for a moment before turning to Remus. 

“What do you think?”

“He’s your father. If you think he’s trustworthy, and this isn’t just a huge ploy to get evidence for Voldemort to kill us, tell him.” Remus said, flicking his eyes over to Orion every few seconds. Regulus nodded, taking what Remus had said into consideration. 

“What I tell you does not leave this room, Father.” He said sternly. “I want you to promise on the magics that you will keep our secrets safe.” Orion scrutinised his son’s face for a moment and then raised his wand. 

“I, Orion Arcturus Black, swear to keep my son’s secrets safe.” The tip of his wand glowed, and they could all feel the magical binding. “I hope you will realise me from that once it is safe to do so?” Regulus nodded. 

“Yes, Papa.” He cleared his throat and checked the wards around the room, adding a few more of his own to be certain. He turned his gaze to his father and took a deep breath. Remus reached out and squeezed his shoulder just once, but it grounded him enough to continue. “Voldemort has created Horcruxes and a secret group of Death Eaters, Order members and one randomer that insists on being a part of it have been tracking them down.” 

Orion’s eyebrows travelled further and further up his forehead as Regulus continued. “We believe there is one more, and we assume it is in Lucius’s care. But we don’t know what it could be or where he could have put it if he even has it.” Orion nodded as he mulled over Regulus’s tale. 

“So you’re telling me that the most powerful Dark wizard in the last hundred years trusted Bella with a Horcrux?” 

“Yes, Papa.”

“Arrogant bastard!” Remus snorted into his wine glass. 

“Sorry, Lord Black,” He spluttered as he vanished the spilt wine. 

“It is Orion or Papa to you, Remus. Though, ensure you don’t call me either when others are around.” Orion warned. 

“Papa?” Regulus drew his father’s attention away from Remus’s steadily reddening face. “We’re not related to the Crouchs, are we?”

“Very distantly, I seem to recall. A distant cousin a few generations back or something like that.” Remus had to cover his mouth with his hand, damn werewolf. Orion seemed to find him amusing. “So you think there is a Horcrux in Malfoy Manor?” He asked. 

“If it’s not there, then perhaps their vault. Bella was supposed to put the cup in the vault the second she was given it, and Lucius is far more into showing off than Bella. So we think it’s probably in the Manor.” Orion smiled. 

“I think it’s time I visited my dear niece. Don’t you think Regulus?”

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[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor Nation changed their Broadcast channel name to 'THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT'

"In honor of World Poetry Day, everyone in here is a tortured poet now. 🤓"

[shisasan]

March 21, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

[eastsideofthemoon]

3...2...1... Here she come! Happy Birthday Sonequa Martin-Green!!

March 21

[thelifeofniy]

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode, 21 mars 1840, Paris. Chapeaux de Me. Royer, Bd. des Italiens. Robes de Gagelin Opigez, façon de Mlle. de Moismont. Sous Jupes Oudinot Lutel. Mouchoir de Chapron. Fauteuil de Maigret. Digital Collections of the Los Angeles Public Library

Left— Yellow parasol with white plumes and floral decorations. She is wearing a burgundy dress with puffed sleeves. Right— Ruffled bonnet with pink ribbons. She is wearing a v-neck dress with puffed sleeves and ruffle lining. There is a braid hem below the knee.