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— February 8, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries
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Taylor Swift tonight at The Eras Tour Tokyo Night 2!
#taylor swift#the eras tour#tokyotstheerastour#night 2#february 8#the eras tour tokyo#the eras tour japan#taylorswift
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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: I sink into a peaceful numbness. END ID]
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Happy 4th Birthday to
“Literally Laying on Literal Broken Glass”
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Timothée Chalamet and Zendaya in new Dolby poster for ‘Dune: Part Two’
In theaters March 1.
#timothee chalamet#timothée chalamet#zendaya#zendaya coleman#dune#dune part two#dune part 2#February 8
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Prompt 8 - Headphones
@jegulus-microfic February 8 Word count 940
Previous part First part
CW- Blood, cuts, the aftermath of torture.
Time slowed as they descended the stairs. Each step took an age. By the time he reached the bottom and stood at the door to the cellar, he was certain that an hour had gone by. In reality, it had been less than a minute.
Sirius reached around him and opened the door.
“Come on, James. He needs us.” Sirius urged him, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing. James nodded and walked through the door.
He was immediately hit by a strong, metallic smell—Iron—Blood! It was too dark to see clearly, but he could make out a figure slouched on a chair in the middle of the room.
Sirius muttered a charm. A floating orb appeared, illuminating the small room.
James gasped at the sight before him. Regulus’s head was lolling back, his face swollen and bruised. His body was covered in thin slashes, slowly oozing blood. James looked down at the pool of red collecting on the floor around the chair and grimaced.
This was his fault. Regulus suffered because of him.
He rushed forward, determined to help him. He yanked at the ropes, binding Regulus to the chair. Regulus groaned weakly at the movement.
“It’s alright, love. I’ve got you.” He murmured into Regulus’s ear. Sirius had pulled open the slim cupboard in the corner and started rummaging through the collection of glass vials.
“What do we need?” He shot over his shoulder at James.
James looked Regulus over again.
“Blood replenisher, pain potion and dittany if they have it.” James heard the clatter of vials being moved aside, and then Sirius was beside him, ripping the stoppers out with his teeth.
“Reg, sweetheart, I need you to open your mouth so we can give you the potions.” He carefully lifted Regulus’s head upright and tried to pry his jaws apart. But Regulus chomped down, refusing to cooperate.
“Regulus you absolute prat. Open your damn mouth, and let us help you!” Sirius butted in, taking a different approach to James.
James stared in wonder as the younger man shot daggers at his brother but opened his mouth just wide enough for the potions to be poured in.
“That’s the blood replenisher. The next one’s a pain killer, okay, Reggie. You’ll start feeling better in a minute.” Sirius assured his brother as he tipped the second vial into his mouth.
James started using the basic healing charms that he knew. At least nothing seemed to be broken. He could heal cuts and bruises alright, but bones were another matter.
Soon, Regulus’s face looked almost back to normal. The bruises would fade completely in the next day or two.
James decided it would be easier for Regulus and themselves if he laid down, so he transfigured the chair into a cot and helped Sirius to lie him down flat.
Sirius pulled out his headphones and carefully placed them over his brother’s head.
“What the fuck have you just put on me.” Regulus’s hoarse voice croaked. He seemed more alert, so the potions must be helping.
“Headphones,” He said as he pressed play on his walkman. “Brand new muggle technology. Thought it might help you relax while we fix the rest of you.” James had already started healing the cuts along one of his arms.
“Ugh, fine. Who’s singing?” Regulus didn’t have the energy to fight his brother, and the music blocked the sound of his healing skin.
“Bowie,” Sirius answered simply.
“Bowies shit,” Regulus complained through gritted teeth.
“Only because you’re a heathen. Bowie is magical. Do not dis, Bowie!” It took James a few frustrated moments to realise that Sirius was deliberately bickering with Regulus to keep his mind off what they were doing to him.
He healed the last cut on Regulus’s left arm. His fingers brushed against the ugly black brand on his forearm. How different their lives could have been if Regulus hadn’t joined Voldemort. He drew his eyes away from the mark and started healing the next section.
They healed every cut, and Sirius had the bright idea to add the essence of dittany into his body cream to make it easier to get it on all of Regulus’s sore body.
When they were finished, Regulus cracked open an eye.
“Can I go to sleep now?” He asked quietly. James and Sirius looked at each other, knowing they needed to get something from him, or Moody would come straight back down here, and they wouldn’t be allowed back down again.
Not yet, love. We need some information. Something important that we can give to Moody.” He stroked his cheek delicately with the backs of his fingers.
“Was this the plan all along? Bad Auror Moody, and then you two come in all, ‘let us save you, Reggie.’” He looked hurt like they were playing with him.
“What? No, of course not. We had to plead with Mad-Eye just to be allowed to come down here.—”
“We’re trying to help you, you git. Do you really think James would try and trick you like that?” Sirius butted in, trying his more direct tactic again.
Regulus looked up at James sadly and nodded.
“Okay. I’ve got something. But I get to keep these things.” He pointed at the headphones. Sirius looked outraged.
“I’ve only just got them. Plus, you don’t even like Bowie.” Regulus gave him a small smirk.
“He’s growing on me.”
“Gah. Fine. Keep them. Now tell us the information you have.” Sirius gave in quickly. This was more important than a walkman. Regulus swallowed hard and stared into James’s eyes as he told them.
“He’s going to attack the Ministry.”
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Feb.8th 💖🕊💐✨️
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February 8 2023
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Mary Wilson
March 6, 1944 – February 8, 2021
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🐇 Feb 8 2023
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— February 7/8, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries
#this was like one whole thing so posted together#February 7#February 8#february#1922#franz kafka#daily kafka#franz kafka diaries#quotes#alt text
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Tonight's surprise songs are:
Eyes Open 🎸
Electric Touch 🎹
#taylor swift#the eras tour#acoustic set#surprise songs#electric touch#eyes open#album#taylorswift#tokyo night 2#february 8#swifties#eras tour#speak now#red
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Animal of the Day!
Monito del Monte (Dromiciops gliroides)
(Photo by Jose Luis Bartheld)
Conservation Status- Near Threatened
Habitat- Andes Mountain Range
Size (Weight/Length)- 50 g; 25 cm
Diet- Insects; Fruits
Cool Facts- Not only do monito del monte have one of the cutest names, essentially meaning the little monkey from the mountain, they are one of the few marsupials living in the Americas. This arboreal opossum spends its life sleeping during the day in tree hollows and hunting during the night. Both their hands and tails are prehensile, allowing them to cling to the thinnest branches. Monito del monte are one of the few monogamous mammals, mates traveling dozens of miles to find their true love once spring arrives. After five months of lugging up to four babies in her pouch, the mom kicks them out and they cling to her back instead. Oftentimes, Monito del monte share their territory with their offspring for several years.
Rating- 13/10 (Possibly my favorite marsupial.)
#Animal of the day#Animals#Mammals#Marsupial#Opossum#Possum#Wednesday#February 8#Monito del monte#biology#science#conservation#the more you know
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Lt. Martin And Crew Of The 305Th Bomb Group, Are Shown Beside A B-17 Flying Fortress. 8 February 1944. England. (U.S. Air Force Number A60710AC)
Record Group 342: Records of U.S. Air Force Commands, Activities, and OrganizationsSeries: Photographs of Activities, Facilities and Personnel
A group of 13 men pose in front of a B-17. Seven stand in the back row and six are kneeling in front. They are all dressed in World War II era flight uniforms. A propeller and fuselage of a B-17 bomber is visible in the background.
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Twitter credit to Zendaya_Updated
#timothee chalamet#timothée chalamet#zendaya#florence pugh#austin butler#dune#dune part two#dune part 2#February 8
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