#november 13

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“Goodbye.”

[tswiftupdatess]

1 year ago today, Taylor Swift and Gracie Abrams wrote their song ''us'' and accidentally set Taylor's house on fire!

(On November 13, 2023)

[dailykafka]

— November 13, 1912 / Letters to Felice

[The following lines were written on November 13, 1912, but not delivered until Sunday, November 17, by a Berlin florist’s messenger, together with a bunch of roses. The following day, the 18th, was Felice’s birthday]

[typelikeagirl]

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 46, vol. 30, 13 novembre 1909, Paris. Robe de théâtre en ondoyant "pétale de rose" ornée de motifs brodés argent sur tulle. Broderies de Milton Abelson, Regent Street, London W. Imp. d'art L. Lafontaine, Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France

[chalamet-chalamet]

“I thought he was perfect for it from the start and remained so. Timmy’s incredibly sharp, witty, ambitious, kind of wonderfully odd and cool. And also, I felt he was hungry for a role like this. Plus, I felt he kind of could really embody a lot of things that Bob was, especially in that early time in his life.”

-James Mangold, Mojo (November 13, 2024)

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Pacific Blackdragon (Idiacanthus antrostomus)

(Photo from Oceana)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Eastern Pacific Ocean

Size (Weight/Length)- 60 cm

Diet- Small fish; Crustaceans

Cool Facts- Just when you thought the ocean couldn’t get any weirder, or worse depending on who you ask, the Pacific blackdragon is out there. Despite being less than a meter long, these fish are masters of their deep sea home. Found up to 2,000 meters below sea level, where no light permeates, the Pacific blackdragon can absorb up to 99.95% of light so that it practically appears invisible. Even their stomachs and throats are black to eliminate light produced from the bioluminescent fish they eat. Females have a long chin whisker that they flick to lure in prey. Males are tiny, lack a digestive system, and only live long enough to mate with a female. 

Rating- 12/10 (Still have well-developed eyes despite living in the deep.)

[todaysdocument]

Letter from Boy Scout Jamie Bates to Senator Talmage Regarding the Price of Sugar

Record Group 46: Records of the U.S. SenateSeries: Committee Papers of the Committee on Agriculture, Nutrition, and Forestry and its Predecessors

[handwritten] Logged

[stamp]

RECEIVED NOV 23 1974

[stamp]

RECEIVED 2671 Reynolds Dr

NOV 8 1974 Macon, Georgia 32106

SEN. TALMADGE November 13, 1974

[handwritten letter follows]

Senator Talmge [sic]

Senate office Building

Washingtoe [sic] D.C. 20510

Dear Senator Talmge [sic]

I am in the Boy Scouts. I am

working on Citizenship in the Nation

a merit. One of the requirements

is to write to a Senator or Congress,

and give my views on a national

problem. This is the worst problem

I can think of. You can not buy

much canady [sic] for a nickel now. I

like sugar. But mother can not buy it

because it is to [sic] high. She has to use

a substitute. Can you see what you

can do about this problem. Thank you.

Sincerely Yours:

Jamie Bates

[crusaderguy]

Ngl, hearing this song again for the first time in years, this shit is low-key fire.

[callmebrycelee]

HAPPY 49TH BIRTHDAY, AISHA HINDS!!!

[periwinklediscoball]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEACOCK !! I kind of rushed this one because of school, but I still had to do something for her birthday !

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Death Day to

Unus Annus

[tswiftupdatess]

1 year ago today, Taylor Swift and Gracie Abrams went out to dinner to celebrate their GRAMMYs nominations and then ended up writing their song ''us.''

'We had gone to dinner, and it was in November. It was so sweet. She [Taylor] was like, we need to go to dinner and celebrate the Grammy nominations. And so we went to dinner and we were catching up, I hadn't seen her in a second, so we were celebrating. She was in the middle of Tortured Poets, I was in the middle of The Secret Of Us at the time. And we were just talking about our lives and how much we loved the albums we were working on. And so we were like, okay, well, neither of us had heard the songs. She was like, we have to go back to the house and listen to everything. So we literally went like song for song. She played me one, I played her one, she played me one, I played her one. It felt like we were theatre kids, just, like, running around the kitchen, like, fully physically performing these songs. Somebody said, was that picture of you on the floor after you listened to The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived? It literally was. It was after that song. And that's the story really. And then we wrote us.''

(On November 13, 2023)

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Snow Cone

@jegulus-microfic November 13, Word count 762

Previous part First part

Regulus was stunned that he’d even been able to say Barty’s name. He felt numb and cold, but mostly, he felt as if he were frozen in place. James’s protective arm moved from his waist and he would have protested if he could make his brain work, but all he could do was stare at Barty. And then he was being moved. It took him a second to realise that James had pushed him behind him and blocked him from Barty’s view. 

“I suggest you leave as quickly as you appeared,” James growled. The words took a long time to penetrate the thick fog engulfing Regulus’s brain, but they did seep in, and he felt an overwhelming rush of affection for James. James had remembered Barty from that one story he’d told him when they were first getting to know each other before he’d even moved in with James. The man who’d stolen his first kiss right before Walburga appeared and then been too ashamed of him to help him after his parents had thrown him out. His first and only friend. 

Something came over him then. Why should James have to defend him? He was more than capable of defending himself. He took a deep, shaky breath and came out from behind James, moving to his front. He glared up at Barty, all his pain, anger, and hurt bubbling over at the sight of him. 

“Get away from me,” He snarled. “Get away from my art and get away from my boyfriend.” 

“Come on, Regulus, don’t be like that,” Barty huffed a small laugh. “No need to be so sensitive,” 

“SENSITIVE?! You absolute arsehole! You literally stole my first kiss, and then when my mother came and caught us, you disappeared, leaving me alone to deal with her, and then after she’d hit me and thrown me out, you refused to help me. I had no one and nothing, and you left me on the street like some mangy dog. I never asked you to tell your dad that you kissed me. I came to you as a friend needing help, and you turned me away. I slept in the park that night. I was terrified that someone would find me and hurt me.” He was shaking, unable to go on. James’s warm arms wrapped around him and turned him into his chest, cradling his head against his warmth. Regulus nestled into it, comforted, all his pain washing away just by touching James. 

“Reg, I had no idea you had nowhere to go…” Barty started, but Regulus spun his head, fixing his icy glare on Barty. 

“Yes, you did. I told you that I had nowhere else to go. No one else would take me in…”

“Prongs, Reggie! I found the refreshments. There's a guy with this big machine, and he scoops these balls of— they call it snow, but I’m pretty sure it's just ice—and then adds syrup to it. They are delicious. Snow cones the chap told us… what’s wrong?” Sirius and Remus had finally caught up and Sirius stared at Regulus’s distraught face. 

“Fucking hell. Sirius? Really, Reg, Sirius?” Barty scoffed at him. 

“You!” Sirius spat as he realised who was standing in front of him. Before anyone could say any more, Sirius had tipped his snow cone upside down on Barty’s head and shoved him backwards. “Get away from my brother, you useless waste of finite resources. You waste of space. Get fucking lost!”

“Come on Barty,” Evan stepped in as Barty bared his teeth and stepped up to Sirius. Regulus was terrified that Sirius was going to start a fight. “It was lovely seeing you Reg, sorry,” Evan said sadly and dragged Barty away. 

“Reggie, are you alright?” Sirius said through gritted teeth, not looking at him. 

“Yeah,” He said timidly, sinking back into James’s embrace. 

“Shhh, sweetheart, shhh,” He heard Remus’s soothing tones as he tried to calm Sirius. James swayed them to and fro gently, giving Regulus all the time he needed to collect himself. 

“Do you want to stay or do you want to go home?” James asked gently, his words vibrating in his chest under Regulus’s ear. 

“I want to stay. I won’t let him ruin this for me.” He said, determined. He took one last inhale of James’s calming smell and moved out of James’s arms but took his hand in his. “Sirius, you said something about a ghastly treat. Where are they?” And together, they walked around the rest of the exhibits, not seeing either Evan or Barty again. 

Next part

[fembroder]

They’re so cute (TikTok credit to vanityfair) ✨✨✨

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée : journal de la famille, no. 46, 13 novembre 1898, Paris. "Georgina! Georgina… Mon Dieu… Mon Dieu" (p. 178, col. 3). Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney