#march 10

[finnglas]

Happy first birthday, Georgiana Darcy! You used to be so tiny!

[shisasan]

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟷𝟶, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[typelikeagirl]

[iyaanu]

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 5th Birthday to

“We Got Pepper Sprayed”

[geeky-fuckery]

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Cover of the March 10, 1928 issue of The New Yorker. Artwork by Ilonka Karasz.

Photo: Condé Nast

[floridaboiler]

[louk419]

It's Blue Monday 💙💙💙 and there's nothing that brings out the color of Richard's cerulean eyes quite like a deep blue shirt, jacket or jumper.

[respect-the-kitty]

Happy birthday to Hummingmint!

[chalamet-chalamet]

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET 💥✨💥✨💥

[shisasan]

10 March, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 10, vol. 38, 10 mars 1917, Paris. Robe en canadienne et crêpe de Chine "sable" brodé vert. Imp. Lafontaine, Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

Historical Fashion Challenge 2025

Day 10: 1830s

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[cowandcalf]

Happy Birthday, Steve!🎊🧁🎊🩷🎉🎂🍾🥂🎁

March 10th -> episode 3.10🎏🎈Huaka‘l Kula - the Aloha Girls🌺🏄‍♀️🌊

Back at Mamo‘s Surf School:

Steve grips the rim of the sink and just focuses on breathing. The adrenaline high crushes and leaves him trembling. Shit, he needs to go back to check up on Lucy.

Steve jerks hard when the bathroom door opens with a joyful swing. „Thought I‘d found you here. Everyone’s waiting for the birthday boy.“ Danny‘s voice is light and carries no emotion. Steve knows that Danny knows what drives him to play hide and seek.

„I‘m not . . . I don’t think I can,“ Steve inhales deeply, too angry about his stammering to speak coherently.

„Lucy‘s fine, babe. She wants to grow up fast so she can marry you.“

Steve huffs a laugh but keeps his eyes fixated on the sink. „I put her in danger.“

„You‘re her hero, Steve. Her dreams will be filled with you from this day on and every boy she‘ll meet has to match her sky high expectations that a certain Navy SEAL has set.“

„Why are saying this stuff?“

„To see you smile?“

„I don’t want to blow my candles.“

Danny‘s warm hand lands firm on his neck. Fingers dig into his tense muscles and the touch stretches on for no reason but to soothe his high-strung nerves. „Danny,“

„I‘m right here, Steve. I‘ll help you blow.“

Steve blushes. „That sounds dirty when you say it like this.“

„But you’re smiling,“ Danny whispers, kisses Steve‘s temple with soft lips as if it was the most natural thing to do. „Happy birthday, babe. C‘mon, let’s go. They’re already singing.“

Steve follows Danny and takes his hand when Danny reaches back to offer to guide him. Danny‘s kiss warms Steve’s insides like the rising sun. He wants more of that. „Danny,“

„Hold that thought, babe.“

The smile is back on Steve’s lips.

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“We Got Pepper Sprayed”