#the day julian was born

[historicalsnail]

When you're a guy who died in May but you wanna be vague about it.

[chitinleg]

that's quite a secret to have kept all this time, doctor bashir

[filmjunky-99]

h a p p y b i r t h d a y

Alexander Siddig

21 November 1965

🎈🎈🎈

[pic: siddig as dr. julian bashir, ds9]

[toxictoad]

All characters I can project onto are trans now I don't make the rules

[garvalhaminho]

i have to admit i think about mark blackthorn in "tales from the shadowhunter academy" at least once a week

[prest0-art]

Now I wanna draw Captain with baby Julian

[victoriademedici]

Happy 1st birthday, Lucas Tindall & Prince Julian 💙

[springcatalyst]

OC FACTS

Make a new post with facts about your OC - BUT for every fact you share, I strongly encourage you to tag another blog to share about their OC! :) (e.g., 2 facts -> 2 tags)

thank you for the tag @hamburgerslippers AND @sleepingfancies !! we are holding hands the 3 of us

Brooke's name actually has satyr origins: in her native language, its pronounced more like Bürüko, as a loanword.

Milo is single-born (most fauns are twins) and so spends a lot of time as a kid with Sumayasuna, as an honorary triplet, though they are unrelated.

Julian shares his birthday with one of his sheep (though the year is different) and that ewe grows to be his charge and his pet more than the others, who are more livestock.

Diana stays in contact with her father via letters after leaving her home in Ereform, under promise that he never tells anyone.

Satyrs usually take the last name of their same gender parent, but when Liliana transitions, she keeps her father's name.

Reiji has a habit of scratching at his own hands when he's nervous or thinking.

tagging @laughableillusions @spingebills and fuck it retag u both too @hamburgerslippers @sleepingfancies is that allowed? show me more oc fun facts (if u want. necessary addition)

[classicrockblog1]

Julian Keith Strickland (born October 26, 1953) is an American singer-songwriter, composer, musician, multi-instrumentalist, and one of the founding members of The B-52s. He was born in Athens, Georgia.

Originally the band's drummer, Strickland switched to guitar after the death of guitarist Ricky Wilson in 1985.[1] Strickland also plays keyboards and bass guitar on many of The B-52s recordings, and has occasionally provided backing vocals. Strickland composes the music for The B-52s. He said of the process: "Ricky and I used to write the music together, but now I write the individual instrument parts and arrange the instrumental compositions myself. I'm trying to convey a feeling when I compose. I think of my instrumentals as soundscapes – the chord progressions, rhythms, harmonics and musical direction are used to evoke various sonic atmospheres or moods."

On December 13, 2012, Strickland retired from touring with the B-52s;[3] Fred Schneider said of Strickland's announcement, "We had known about Keith’s decision for a while but we just didn’t want to think about it. Keith will probably still be available for special shows but he wanted to get off the road. Keith will always be able to work with us whenever he wants. He's a best friend."[4] Greg Suran is his current live stand-in.

[parfaitblogs]

present enough for me ❀ s. reid x reader

in which you're decorating your apartment with your boyfriend, you're all too clumsy, and really, who makes glass baubles these days? 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff tags: established relationship. decorating a christmas tree. mentions of blood. joking about murder and prison (it makes sense i promise). puts up with your shit!spencer reid.  word count: >1k a/n: short n sweet little thingy to keep us going this holiday season ♡

❄︎ advent calendar masterlist

Everything had happened so fast. 

One minute, you were hanging a bauble on the tree, Spencer's ever so familiar voice reverberating around the room as he recites information you had to applaud him for knowing. 

Facts like, "Did you know Germans celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve? Because technically, Jesus was born on the night of the 24th. It's like this for a lot of European countries, actually." And, "Orthodox Christmas is on January 7, because Orthodox centric countries like Serbia, Belarus and Russia follow the Julian calendar, instead of the Gregorian one we do."

And, unfortunately, Spencer Reid's info-dumping is not annoying, but attractive to you. You oftentimes find yourself keenly listening in as he rattles off facts about things you'll probably never understand to the extent he does. Though, he does love over explaining just so you can comprehend some part of it. 

It had, evidently, led to you becoming a bit too distracted by your boyfriend halfway across the living room, adorning the television with tinsel, and resulted in your hand slipping as it slid a bauble onto the faux snow tree branch. It had fallen, and shattered, shards of it exploding across the wooden floor. 

You curse aloud, taking an instinctual step back, eyebrows furrowing. 

"Are you okay, angel?" Spencer calls, and you cringe at the sight of the pieces of bauble on the floor, though nod your head regardless.

"Yeah. You should see the other guy," you mumble, crouching down to the floor to pick up shards of the bauble. 

"No, don't touch—" he's cut off by your hiss as the sharp edge of the bauble slices your skin, your other hand that was already nursing some pieces, closing into a fist around them.

"Fuck," you seethe again, all the shards dropping to the floor at your — arguably stupid — mistake.

"The first health and safety rule when you drop glass is don't pick it up with your hands," Spencer scolds, his slippers padding against the floor as he heads over to you. His hand wraps around your forearm and he picks you up, shaking his head. 

"Okay, well, what idiot makes glass baubles?" you retort. 

"What clumsy idiot buys them?" he shoots back, and you huff because, well, he's got you there. 

"You're supposed to be supportive and nurturing," you mumble, though you're sure if Spencer overbearingly attempted to console your injured hand immediately, you'd question if he's sick.

"I can multitask," he answers, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Up."

You jump off the ground as he picks you up, carrying your body over to the kitchen stool, where he sets you down, away from the crime scene that is a shattered, bloodied bauble.

"It looks like that bauble tried to murder me," you say, staring at the scene. 

"I'll put some caution tape around the tree until it goes to trial."

"I vote two consecutive life sentences."

"Two? What's the second one for?"

"Conning me," you grumble.

He laughs as he disappears into the guest bathroom, just to reappear with the bright red First Aid kit, placing it on the kitchen counter next to you.

"Hand, please," he says, standing in front of you, and you hold out your palm. "Oh yeah, this is pretty bad, huh?"

"I can handle it," you huff, puffing your chest up. "A soldier never shows fear."

"My brave girl," he says, using baby wipes to clean up the blood, gently. "Did it get you anywhere else?"

You shake your head, wincing at the pressure — however slight — over the cuts on your skin. "Just my hands."

He nods his head, and once the blood is cleaned, he's soothing them with some antiseptic cream, trying to keep his touch as featherlike as possible. 

"I liked that bauble too," you mumble as he begins wrapping a bandage around your hand. 

"It's the same as the thirteen other one's of its design in the pack."

"No. It was special," you reply, shooting a glare at Spencer, who surrenders almost immediately. 

"Okay," he slowly nods his head, only really indulging in your antics to humour you. And maybe himself. 

Once your hand was wrapped up, and Spencer had given you a kiss for your undeniable bravery, you were bounding back over to the tree to finish adorning it with trinkets and other decor. 

"Please be careful," he warns, though abandons his post on the other side of the living room to help you with the three. 

Just in case. 

"I'm super careful."

He shoots you a look, that you match with a shit-eating grin, and then you're delving back into decorating the tree. 

By the time you're done, you are not any more injured, and the tree is lit up with an assortment of colours and glitter, and you're smiling, leaning against the television cabinet to admire it. 

The television cabinet dressed with a collection of candles, candle holders, tinsel, and a festive table runner you forgot you even owned. 

A table runner your hand was resting on.

And Spencer was too late in warning you, and your hand swings forwards, before you trip and land flat on your ass.

He doesn't help you up this time.

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[ihadtofindyou]

glad ghosts is a universe where ghosts exist (i mean, duh) bc otherwise, the fact that julian was born the day after cap died would bring up the chilling possibility of the most unhinged reincarnation of all time.

[ancientcharm]

History and evolution of the Roman calendar

In early Rome the calendar had 10 months. January and February did not exist. The year began on March 1st, according to tradition Romulus and Remus was born on the 24th of that month. The year had 304 days.

 Romulus calendar

The first four months were given a specific name.

Martius (March) The first month of the oldest Roman calendar. It is named after Roman god of war, and ancestor of the Roman people through his sons Romulus and Remus. It was the month of the army. From Martius comes the word Martial.

Aprilis (April) derived from aperire, which means to open, because in this month the earth opens its bosom to begin to produce flowers and fruits; it was under the protection of Venus and has been represented as a man dancing to the sound of an instrument. In later times, in Ancient Rome, this month was celebrated to honor Ceres, the goddess of agriculture. According to Roman tradition, Romulus founded the city on the 21st of this month.

Maius (May); month dedicated to the elderly, who were honored for the work they had done for Rome. Much later, this month was also dedicated to the goddess Maia (originally from Greece). For the Romans, Maia embodied the concept of growth, since her name was related to the Latin comparative adjective maius ("greater" or "elder").

Iunius (June). The queen of the gods, Juno, honours the name of this month.

The rest of the months were named after their numerical position:

Quintilis (Fifth) Sextīlis (Sixth) September (Seventh)

October (Eighth) November (Ninth) December (Tenth)

Numa Pompilius Calendar

After the death of Romulus there was an interregnum (a year without a king) after which Numa Pompilius was elected by the Senate. According to Roman historians and Roman tradition itself, the Senate was created by Romulus.

The calendar was reformed beginning in the Kings Etruscan period (7th-6th centuries BC), although Roman historians attributed the reform to King Numa Pompilius. In this reform, the length of the months was modified to last 29 and 31 days alternately and two months were added after December: Ianuarius and Februarius. The year came to last 355 days.

Ianuarius (January) related to Janus (Ianus) the god of the portals, the beginnings and endings.

Februarius (February) in honor of Februus, god of the dead and purification. During this month the Romans dedicated themselves to rites and religious functions to purify the body and spirit and propitiate the arrival of the new year. Februaris comes in turn from februum which means "purification".

This calendar was in force until the time of the Republic. From 153 BC, the lunar cycle was replaced by the solar cycle. Since the civil year began and ended on the winter solstice, the calendar had to start on January 1. Thus January and February became the first and second months of the year. Despite this change, the six months that were named according to their numerical position kept their names.

But things were not fixed after this reform, as the official lunar calendar was still out of phase with the seasonal course, based on the solar cycle, it was decided to add two months every four years, one of 22 and the other of 23 days, called intercalary. The complicated system of adjusting the months so that the years would fit the solar cycle was controlled by the College of Pontiffs, but this inconsistency was never satisfactorily resolved.

Until JULIUS CAESAR arrived

The Julian Calendar

With the collaboration of the prestigious astronomer Sosigenes of Alexandria, Julius Caesar reformed the calendar definitively.

This reform dated the Roman seasons and festivals according to the astronomical moment in which they occurred. It was agreed that every year should have 365 days, and every four years would have 366 days; these years would be called Leap Years.

The new calendar was implemented in 46 BC; The Romans called it "The last year of confusion."

It was not until this calendar, known first as the Julius Calendar and much later as the Julian, that the months began to have the same number of days as they have to this day.

Following the infamous Ides of March in 44 BC, on the initiative of Mark Antony, the month in which Julius Caesar was born (Quintilis) was dedicated to him and named Iulius (July).

In 8 BC, through the Lex Pacuvia de mense Sextilis, the Senate dedicated the month of Sextilis to Augustus. The homage was supposedly because he had been named Consul for the first time in 43 BC in the month Sextilis, but in reality it was because he had conquered Egypt also in that month. Ironically, August died on August 19th, 14 AD.

[lilghostiequinni]

Circumstances

Main Masterlist Max Masterlist

Pairing: Single Mom!female reader x Max Verstappen

Warnings: Fluffy,

Summary: You love your babies, but sometimes you need a break and Max loves taking them out for the day.

Requested: NO / yes

You loved your babies very much; there was no amount of words to describe how much love you felt for your three kids.

There was your oldest, a boy, Julian, who was 7. Then there was your eldest daughter, Claira, who was 5.

They were the children of your late fiancee, who died in a car crash before he even got to meet his daughter.

Your best friend and rock through it all, Lando, was there for every mistake you made, every little miss-step. With every down he was there, and he was also there for every up.

In 2020, you two made a bet to see how long it would last for the other to crack in a relationship, so you two started dating. Everything went smoothly, but nothing changed, really.

The only thing that did was there was now another element of intimacy.

It was you who cracked first and broke up with Lando because you saw the way he was looking at Luisinha Oliveira.

What you didn't expect was to find out that you were pregnant with a girl.

Hana Norris was born on November 9th, 2021.

In 2022, you started to date Max Verstappen after he broke up with Kelly Piquet.

He always brought a smile to your face, and you always brought one to his, and you made him feel calmer than before.

He loved your kids; to the older two, he was their father; to Hana, he was her uncle because her dad was still around.

But today, you needed a break; everything was overwhelming, and you didn't feel the greatest, so when Max suggested taking the kids to the park for a few hours so you could sleep and just relax, you were hesitant.

Not because you didn't trust Max but because you hadn't been alone or without your babies for 7 almost 8 years.

But you gave in, and it brought Max a massive smile.

Claira wanted to invite Charles.

Hana wanted to bring Lando, her father.

While your son wanted Max and only Max, no one else.

They did come along, and Oscar, too, was visiting Lando.

You rested and relaxed for the time they were gone.

When they returned, Lando walked in as he carried Hana and Max carrying Claira, while Charles carried Julian, who was talking animately to him and Oscar.

You just smiled at them as Lnado and Max went to put the girls to bed, and Charles and Oscar sat with your son while he talked.

When Lando and Max finished putting the two girls to bed, Lando joined your son, and Max stood behind you, arms around your waist.

You just leaned further into him, watching your son.

A/N: Follower Cele 8, here

Tags: @llando4norris @mcmuppet @ellen3101

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[theemporium]

Can I request a 🧸 for Charlos and reader? Maybe both of them being obsessed with a newborn, but also taking care of the reader after birth, just being dads and boyfriends of the year?

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“He is perfect,” Charles whispered in a hushed voice as his fingers lightly tracing over the soft features of his son’s face.

“You’re just saying that because Pascale said he looks a bit like you when you were born,” you countered, though there was a smile on your face as you watched the boy pace around the living room with the baby in his arms, the baby that was barely a month old.

“Then he will grow up to be handsome,” Charles said with a playful glint in his eyes, one that only brightened when you both heard the Spaniard in the kitchen let out a noise of disagreement. 

You snorted.

“Kidding, mon amour!” Charles called out, his cheeks flushed a soft pinkish colour as his attention was quickly shifted back to the huffing baby in his arms, almost like little Julian Leclerc-Sainz knew the focus wasn’t on him anymore. “And I’m just kidding too, my prince.”

“You’re hogging him,” Carlos commented as he walked back into the living room, a tray of food in hand as he headed straight towards the couch where you were sitting.

“He’s your son, not a football,” you murmured, rolling your eyes. However, it was short-lived when you saw the array of foods laid out on the tray—foods that you weren’t able to eat while you were pregnant but craved through the whole nine months. “Oh.”

“The least you deserve,” Carlos murmured as he placed a kiss to your hairline before his arm wound around your shoulders, tugging you into his side. “The least we can do after you gave us so much.”

“You know I’m still a mess,” you murmured as you sniffled, though it was a little late for the tears already welling up in your lash line. 

“It’s cute,” Carlos commented with a huffed laugh as you nuzzled your face further into his chest, most likely wiping your tears on his shirt but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“But not as cute as you,” Charles cooed softly, grinning down at the small baby in his arms. “No, you’re the absolute cutest.”

“Way to make a girl feel special,” you joked lightly as Charles’ eyes found yours, a grin spread across his face.

“You, cherie, are the most beautiful woman on the planet and nothing will change that,” Charles stated it so simply, like it was just a fact of the world: the sky was blue, grass was green and you were the most beautiful person to ever exist.

Your cheeks burned but you smiled, nonetheless. “Maybe not right this second,” you joked, teasing and light-hearted but it made both boys frown.

“You look more and more beautiful every day,” Carlos told you as his fingers gripped your chin, pulling your face up so you could look at him. “And I think motherhood has only made you more beautiful.”

“You brought in the most perfect creation into the world,” Charles continued as he walked over to the couch, settling into the spot next to you despite little Julian happily dozing off in his arms. “Only someone just as perfect could do so.”

You felt your eyes get wet again. “You two are really ganging up on me to make me cry today.”

“And we will be here to wipe the tears too,” Carlos murmured as his thumb swiped a few stray tears before he placed another lingering kiss to your forehead.

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[morbidology]

Juliane Koepcke was born in Lima, Peru, on October 10, 1954, to German parents who were both biologists. Raised in the lush environment of the Amazon rainforest, Juliane was familiar with the challenges and dangers posed by the wild, an experience that would later prove crucial to her survival.

On December 24, 1971, 17-year-old Juliane and her mother, Maria Koepcke, boarded LANSA Flight 508 in Lima, heading for Pucallpa, a city in the Peruvian Amazon. They were traveling to join Juliane's father for Christmas at the family’s research station. The flight, however, was doomed.

Midway through the journey, the plane encountered a severe thunderstorm. Lightning struck the aircraft, causing it to break apart in mid-air. Juliane, still strapped into her seat, plummeted approximately 10,000 feet into the dense Amazon jungle.

Amazingly, Juliane survived the fall, likely aided by the thick foliage that cushioned her descent. She awoke the next morning, disoriented and injured, but alive. Her right collarbone was broken, she had a deep cut on her leg, and her right eye was swollen shut. Alone in the vast and unforgiving Amazon, Juliane had to rely on her wits and the survival skills she had learned from her parents to stay alive.

Despite her injuries and the traumatic experience, Juliane remained calm and determined to survive. She had no food and only a small bag of candy that had fallen with her. Drawing on her knowledge of the rainforest, she sought out water, knowing that following a stream would eventually lead her to civilization. For the next 11 days, she trudged through the jungle, battling extreme heat, exhaustion, hunger, and the constant threat of predators.

Juliane’s knowledge of the rainforest played a crucial role in her survival. She knew not to drink stagnant water and avoided poisonous plants. Her injuries became infected, and maggots began to infest the wound on her arm, but she pressed on. Along the way, she encountered evidence of the crash, including other passengers who had not been as fortunate as her.

On the 11th day of her ordeal, Juliane stumbled upon a small boat moored near a makeshift shelter used by loggers. She used gasoline from the boat's fuel tank to clean her wounds, a painful but necessary measure to rid herself of the maggots. Exhausted and on the brink of collapse, she waited by the boat, hoping that its owners would return.

The next day, loggers arrived and found Juliane, amazed that she had survived such an ordeal. They took her to a nearby village and then to a local hospital, where she was treated for her injuries and dehydration. After her recovery, Juliane was reunited with her father, who had feared the worst after hearing about the crash.

Out of the 92 passengers and crew aboard LANSA Flight 508, Juliane was the sole survivor. The discovery of her survival was a miracle, and her story quickly became international news.

Her life after the crash was marked by a combination of fame and trauma. The media attention surrounding her survival was intense, but Juliane preferred to maintain a low profile, focusing on her studies and rebuilding her life. She went on to study biology, following in her parents' footsteps, and eventually earned a Ph.D. She dedicated her career to the study of mammals, particularly bats, and continued to work in the field of conservation in Peru.

In 1989, Juliane married and took the surname Diller. Despite the passage of time, she remained haunted by the memories of the crash and her mother’s death. It wasn't until many years later that she felt ready to speak publicly about her experience. In 2011, she published her memoir, When I Fell From the Sky in which she detailed her ordeal and reflected on the profound impact it had on her life.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Mini-headcanon idea (or you can pick one LI for a drabble if you want, that would be super fun, too)

The LI's are about to visit a non-Vesuvian-born MC's country of origin for the first time. How do they react?

Maybe MC has some family over there that the LI's want to impress for bonus drama!

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Visiting non-Vesuvian MC's home country

Julian: has met his fair share of people from that country, but in his nervousness is overthinking everything and getting all his facts confused. picks up the language fairly quickly and somehow befriends/charms half the family with his fumbling bad grammar

Asra: has traveled through plenty of times (especially in their desire to know you better) and knows the place pretty well. wants your family to like him, but more than that, wants to help you reconnect on the best possible terms with the people and the home that you love

Nadia: it took herculean effort to make the time and space to accompany you but she IS and she's very invested on performing excellently. she's brushed up on the language in advance and is secretly bringing a vast selection of potential gifts for your family

Muriel: you went with him to get back in touch with his routes, and now he'll do the same for you without question. he's not the best at navigating crowds or meeting a bunch of new people at a time, but he'll listen to you process at the end of every day and comfort you

Portia: she's sailed around, she can befriend anybody, and parents LOVE her. you two are going to do great!! super enthusiastic about sampling all the food and great at handling the social awkwardness of reconnecting with your community. (she'll be so tired after though)

Lucio: yeah, there is a chance he passed through there once ... as a mercenary ... to raid it ... but if he did, maybe they forgot him and it'll be like the first meeting! he's aged changed enough to look different, right?! so extroverted you won't have to worry about his social battery