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Oh great, April 1st, when the footy humourists tell me Alex Fasolo has retired and I'm like WHAT NO HE CAN'T and then I realise what day it is and breathe a sigh of relief that Alex Fasolo still plays football and
#no but i already saw one on Instagram about dyson heppell retiring#this isn't funny#retirement isn't funny#pick something funny like the entire western Bulldogs team have come out as gay#wait no that's actually true it was confirmed#or that ginnidiot will wear his childhood hawks jumper today#ginnidiot debuts childhood Hawks jumper on Easter Monday#or um announce that Trent's TB threads is closing down so that everyone will scramble to buy something and#say that Fasolo pizza are making Apricot jam pork belly Nathan Lyon cheese pizzas a regular thing#ross Lyon announces that Daisy Thomas is still the best player in the league#he calls in the saints players for the review and he spends the whole time talking up Daisy Thomas#'here's what Daisy would've done'#Saints players groaning about coming in on a public holiday#Just like 'i knew this was a trick! who even is Dale Thomas anyway ew'#Trent comes out as Croatian and renounces his Italian heritage#Trent announces he's moving to croatia with his wife and baby to get away from his overbearing mother--- wait that's actually true#okay I'll go#i can't think of any more#oh right Melbourne stars could announce the Italian as their new captain#best to save that for another date though because it's REAL
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ELIZABETH of GLAMIS
By Roddy Martine | Published 20 August 2021
On an overnight visit to Glamis Castle in the early 19th century, Sir Walter Scott wrote, “I began to consider myself as too far from the living and somewhat too near the dead.”
No such thoughts troubled the future bride of King George VI, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother, for whom Glamis Castle with its bulky towers and turrets was her much beloved family home. In common with other scions of the old Scottish aristocracy, her parents also owned properties in England, notably in London and at St Paul’s Walden Bury in Hertfordshire, but it was amid the straths of the Angus countryside that the young Lady Elizabeth spent her happiest formative years.
While attending a charity garden party in the grounds at Glamis, an old woman informed her that when she grew up, she would become Queen of England. “In that case,” said the seven-year-old Elizabeth to her governess, “The laws of England will have to be changed!”.
When war was declared against Germany on 4 August 1914, coincidentally the day of Elizabeth’s 14th birthday, the 14th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne decided to relocate his Countess and 10 children more permanently to Scotland. Soon after their arrival, Glamis Castle, in common with other great UK country houses, was requisitioned as a convalescent hospital for wounded soldiers.
The family nevertheless remained in their private quarters but soon after, a serious fire broke out. On seeing the smoke, it was the 16-year-old Elizabeth who raised the alarm and who is largely credited with securing the rescue of the castle’s contents.
Those were difficult times for the close-knit Bowes-Lyon family. Four brothers enlisted in the army and Elizabeth’s eldest brother Fergus, an officer in the Black Watch, was killed at the Battle of Loos in 1915. Another brother, Michael, was reported missing, but later discovered to have been a prisoner-of-war.
However, amid the green rolling countryside and big skies of Scotland’s northeast coast, the troubles of the world were kept at a distance. Aside from volunteering as a nurse, Elizabeth was able to enjoy all of her favourite country pursuits, such as riding and fishing for trout and salmon, at which she excelled. The Italian Garden, with its raised terrace set between two small gazebos to the east of the castle, was laid out by her mother, Countess Cecilia, to designs by Arthur Castings. It was from this example that her daughter inherited a love of plants, which in later life she introduced at Clarence House, Birkhall and Castle of Mey.
And it was in Scotland that the young Elizabeth socialised with nearby landed families, notably the children of King George V when on holiday at Balmoral. In 1922, she was a bridesmaid at the wedding of Princess Mary.
Following their wedding in 1923, she and the then Duke of York chose Glamis Castle as one of their honeymoon locations, and it was here that their second daughter, HRH The Princess Margaret, Countess of Snowdon was born in 1930, becoming the first royal baby in direct line to the throne of the United Kingdom to be born in Scotland for 300 years.
Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother clearly loved Glamis and at an official ceremony in 2008, her grandson, the Duke of Rothesay, officially named the specially designed wrought-iron entrance gates to the one-mile front drive, The Queen Mother Memorial Gates.
Show me a Scot who does not revere his or her ancestral roots. Descent from the royal line of Stewart was important to Elizabeth of Glamis, and throughout her long life she retained a deep emotional attachment to the land of her ancestors. Once, when approached at a reception by a South African who informed her that he detested the English, she replied. “Oh, I do so understand. You see I am Scottish.”
Long before it became a hunting lodge, Glamis had been a religious retreat for the Irish Christian missionary Saint Fergus. One thousand years ago it was among the territorial titles held by the much-maligned Macbeth, Mormaer of Moray, and she was well aware of that.
The de Lyons family from Upper Normandy, were originally followers of William the Conqueror when he invaded England in 1066. In a future generation, family members arrived in Scotland where they were given Charters of Land at Forteviot and Forgandenny in Perthshire. Succeeding generations prospered and in 1376, Glamis was a gift from King Robert II to Sir John Lyon of Forteviot, Lord Chancellor of Scotland, when he married the King’s daughter Princess Joanna.
Another royal connection followed when Sir John’s son married his cousin Lady Elizabeth Graham, a great granddaughter of King Robert.
Politics and power dominated medieval Scotland and in the 16th century, out of jealousy directed at the powerful Douglas family, King James V accused Janet Douglas, wife of the 6th Lord Glamis, of witchcraft. The estate of Glamis was confiscated by the Crown and the unfortunate Lady Glamis was burned at the stake on Castle Hill in Edinburgh in 1537. The King even took up residence in the castle until his death in 1542, after which the vandalised property was handed back to the family.
Such incidents linger long in the Scottish psyche, and it says a lot for the 7th Lord Glamis that he was prepared to serve under the regents Morton and Lennox, and, like his ancestor, he too became Lord Chancellor of Scotland. He even invited Mary, Queen of Scots to stay at Glamis in August 1562.
In 1603, the 9th Lord Glamis, Captain of the Royal Guard to James VI, accompanied the King to London when James became King of England, and was created Earl of Kinghorne in 1606. His son unfortunately backed the wrong side during the religious wars and Glamis was occupied by Cromwell’s soldiers in 1650.
With debts of £40,000, the 3rd Earl of Kinghorne restored the situation and created the West Wing (to his own design) and turned the old hall into a spectacular vaulted Drawing Room. In 1677, he acquired a new patent for his peerage which enabled him to style himself Earl of Strathmore & Kinghorne.
The 4th Earl had seven sons. Four predeceased him and the surviving four brothers were each to succeed in turn. The 5th Earl supported the Jacobite Cause and was killed at the Battle of Sheriffmuir in 1715; Charles, 6th Earl entertained the exiled Old Pretender and was subsequently killed in a local skirmish in Forfar.
Then came financial salvation in 1767 when the 9th Earl married the 18-year-old Mary Eleanor Bowes, heiress to a substantial coal fortune in County Durham. To acknowledge this union, their son, the 10th Earl, hyphenated the Bowes surname with that of Lyon and quartered the family arms.
A five-acre walled garden was created in 1866 to provide vegetables, fruit and flowers. The servants’ quarters beyond the east wing were refaced and a Dutch garden created in front of the castle. Further interior improvements were introduced by Mary, wife of the 17th Earl, when her husband inherited the estate from his cousin in 1972.
A remarkable lady, her sense of style became apparent throughout. She confesses that when first married, the castle did not charm her at all, but afterwards her attitude completely changed and the Glamis which passed on to her son remains the much-loved family home it is today.
Simon, 19th Earl, inherited the estate and titles from his father in 2016. By then, the castle’s popularity as a visitor destination and working estate was well established. There are 4,000 acres of arable and commercial cattle farming, and 100 domestic houses let out to residential tenants. The castle annually hosts exhibitions, large-scale events, concerts and theatrical performances.
The gardens are beautifully maintained and include ‘The Macbeth Trail’, which sets out to explain the links with William Shakespeare’s iconic Scottish play of which there are several. Glamis had been one of the territorial titles held by the much-maligned Macbeth, Mormaer of Moray, while the battle of succession of Malcolm II’s three daughters after the king died at Glamis, was the inspiration behind the interplay of William Shakespeare’s highly partisan Scottish play, written in the 16th century.
PLAN YOUR VISIT
Just 12 miles north of Dundee, 28 miles northeast of Perth and 50 miles southwest of Aberdeen, there are lots of travel options for visiting Glamis and there is even a direct bus service from Dundee to the castle. Guests can also stay in Glamis House, which sits on the estate and provides luxury self-catering accommodation with four en-suite bedrooms and one single bedroom. glamis-castle.co.uk
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Hello 😊I want to ask you a question. You know, we recently lost Queen Elizabeth II, which was a huge loss for the people who loved her.Here's the question I'm going to ask you.Queen Elizabeth II would definitely like to meet her great-grandmother, Queen Alexandra.Did queen Alexandra know when her mother Elizabeth bowes lyon (the Queen Mother) was pregnant with Queen Elizabeth, what was her reaction? And how was it between Elizabeth bowes Lyon, who married her granddaughter, and queen Alexandra?Dec. How did he find her ,did he love her ? Please answer my question . Thanks in advance for your reply😊️️
Hi, apologies for taking awhile to reply.
According to my calculations, Elizabeth was 4 months pregnant when Alexandra died, so I doubt she knew. I do find it endearing that baby Elizabeth was named Elizabeth Alexandra Mary, honouring her great-grandmother and grandmother, though.
As for the relationship between Elizabeth and Alexandra, she thought she was a lovely girl, and that her grandson Bertie made the right choice. In her letters she often comments how happy they are, for instance "She had been pleased with some nice letters from Georgie and also hoped 'the young pair are very happy together; she [Elizabeth] is such a dear bright little one.'"
There's also this story which, in my opinion, perfectly reveals Alix's sentiments.
Louise came to stay at Sandringham from 18-23 July and on the 30th Queen Alexandra and Queen Olga attended the Sandringham Estate Cottage Horticultural Society's annual show. Cecil Beaton, (twenty) on holiday in Norfolk, was visiting Sandringham with his mother and aunt. They were delighted to find the flower show taking place, especially when Queen Alexandra arrived and they were near enough for Mrs Beaton to curtsey to her. [...] But as everyone hurried to the tent to see her, he "nearly wept when I saw the old Queen. She wasn't at all as I had imagined. She was not a bit painted or enamelled & grotesque. She was merely a perfectly charming old lady, with... a very beautiful face &... a marvellous wig, a mass of curls, tight to the head... & so frail. [...]" He and his relatives thought about her all day as they walked round the garden, enjoying flowers, wondering what she would have to eat and imagining her moving about the house. When they got close enough, they peered through the windows and "saw her tottering about the rooms & she looked at a photo of the Duke & Duchess of York."
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SOCA THERAPY - MARCH 24, 2024
Soca Therapy Playlist
Sunday March 24th 2024
Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm Toronto
Captain (Dr. Jay Plate) - Hey Choppi
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DAP (Drink And Party) - Viking Ding Dong
Happy Birthday (It's Shot O'Clock) - Motto x International Stephen
Honeycomb - Kes The Band feat Busy Signal & Michael Brun
Sha La La (Remix) - Nessa Preppy feat Skeng
Gal Like Sand - Shal Marshall
Wild Out Remix - Voice feat Rajahwild
Soca Bunx Riddim (Instrumental) - Zimi Records x PP x Dj Private Ryan x Travis World
Closer - Imani Ray
One Ah Dem - Shal Marshall
Roxanne - Problem Child
Search Party - Preedy
Soca Eden - Destra
Let's Pretend - Patrice Roberts
In The Center - GBM Nutron x Farmer Nappy
So What - Fay-Ann Lyons
You, Soca & Money (Muv Short Edit) - Nadia Batson
Arch - Rhea Layne
Hot Gyal Anthem - GBM Nutron
Holiday - Problem Child
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Human Nature - Voice x Jada Kingdom
1 On 1 - Jimmy October
Wassy - Full Blown
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6. Inventor (Izaman) - Olatunji
5. Whistle While You Work - TK International
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3. Wetter D Better - Preedy x Sekon Sta
2. We Reach - Iwer George
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Amidst the morning breeze that day in Marseille, a baby girl who shone like a diamond came into the lives of the Emeraude couple.
"She's so beautiful, so perfect, even her little hands are so cute..." Frida murmured.
"She looks like you, I can't stop looking at her." Pierre continued.
"Vivienne Ella-Rose Emeraude, it's the perfect name for her."
. . .
As she grew up, she realized that her parents spoke in two different languages.
"Vien, did you get confused?" Pierre asked and giggled. The question then followed by a nod from the 7 years old Vivienne.
"So, Dadda lives here, and Momma came from Indonesia to live with Dadda. But, Dadda can understand everything from Momma because we lived together in Surabaya, a city in Indonesia, before moving to Marseille." Pierre explained.
"Hmm, but why Momma never teach me how to speak the language? And why we never visited that Sura city?" she asked full of curiosity.
"We were afraid that you won't be able to speak one of the languages properly, so we chose to wait until you can speak in English and French from school. Do you want to start learning Momma's language, darling?" Frida then approached her little sunshine.
"Yes, Momma. I want to know so I can speak with Momma in your language!"
. . .
In the age of 15, Vivienne mastered 3 languages that her parents spoke; English, French, Indonesian—a little bit of Javanese. She finally can speak in Indonesian with her Momma and family in Indonesia, though she only visited the country twice in a year on a holiday.
"Momma, boleh tidak aku belajar biola?" Vivienne asked her Momma.
"Ndak sekarang yo, nduk. Momma masih mau kamu fokus di ballet dan dance, you're doing great so far and I can't wait to see you perform the majestic Swan Lake." Frida answered.
Though she faced rejection more than once for her curiosity in playing instruments, she agreed with her parents since she loves ballet and dancing more. She promised herself, one day she must find an opportunity to play a classical music with violin.
. . .
Graduated with Master degree from National High Conservatory of Music and Dance of Lyon, Vivienne successfully accomplished her dream to become a professional dancer, especially in ballet. She trained a lot of ballerinas and held mini tour around France and Indonesia. In her free time, she likes to record herself—sometimes with her friends dancing to modern dance.
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Day of Soviet Occupation and Commemoration of the Victims of the Communist Totalitarian Regime (Moldova)
Dog Show Day
Family Day (Vietnam)
Festival of Terrible Poetry
Freedom of the Press Day
Go Barefoot Around the House Day
Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]
Go See Some Live Theater Tonight
Happy Heart Hugs Day
Insurance Awareness Day
International Body Piercing Day
INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY (also 10.22)
International Lightning Safety Day
International Neonatal Screening Day
International Parrothead Day
International PKU Day
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Long Letter Day
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National Climate-Smart Skin Awareness Day
National Grant Day
National Insurance Awareness Day
National Lauren Day
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Pennsylvania Dutch Day (a.k.a. Pennsylvania German Day)
Perfect Number Day
Poznań Remembrance Day (Poland)
Right to Food Day (UK)
Second Amendment Day (Oklahoma)
Sickle Day (French Republic)
Soviet Occupation Day (Moldova)
Stonewall Rebellion Day
St. Vitus Day (Bosnia and Herzegovina)
Tau Day
Vidovdan (Bosnia and Herzegovina, Serbia)
World Day of the Tree
Food & Drink Celebrations
Cassava Day
National Ceviche Day (Peru)
National Tapioca Day
4th & Last Wednesday in June
National Day of Joy [Last Wednesday]
National Parchment Cooking Day [Last Wednesday]
Feast Days
Basilides and Potamiana (Christian; Martyrs)
Benignus (Christian; Saint)
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Lendemain de l'Aïd el-Kebir (Mauritania)
Tabaski (Guinea, Senegal)
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Guru Rinpoche Day (Bhutan; Buddhism)
Heimerad (Christian; Saint)
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Joan of Arc (Positivist; Saint)
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St. Paul’s Feast
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Peter Paul Rubens (Artology)
Plutarch, Serenus, Hero, and others (Christian; Martyrs)
Ptah’s Day (Pagan)
Thangka Unveiling at Tashihungpo (Buddhist Exhibition Festival; Tibet)
Tickle Day (Pastafarian)
Vincenza Gerosa (Christian; Saint)
Vidovdan (Serbia)
Zamling Chisang (Universal Prayer Day; Tibet)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Historically Bad Day (Archduke Ferdinand assassinated, ground troops sent to Vietnam & 8 other tragedies) [4 of 11]
Prime Number Day: 179 [41 of 72]
Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]
Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 30 of 60)
Premieres
Amos ’n’ Andy (TV Series; 1951)
Baby Driver (Film; 2017)
Belle de Jour (Film; 1995)
Bone Trouble (Disney Cartoon; 1940)
Burn Notice (TV Series; 2007)
The Candid Microphone (Radio Series; 1947)
Convoy (Film; 1978)
DOnald’s Double Trouble (Disney Cartoon; 1946)
Fame, by David Bowie with John Lennon (Song; 1975)
Good Night, recorded by The Beatles (Song; 1969)
The Harrow & The Harvest, by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings (Album; 2011)
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (UK Film; 2007) [#5]
The Heat (Film; 2013)
Heaven Can Wait (Film; 1978)
The Lavender Hill Mob (Film; 1951)
Mr. Deeds (Film; 2002)
The Naked Gun 2-1/2: The Smell of Fear (Film; 1991)
Pale Rider (Film; 1985)
The Plowboy (Disney Cartoon; 1928)
Pumpkin (Film; 2002)
A Saucerful of Secrets, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1968)
St. Elmo’s Fire (Film; 1985)
Shamrock and Roll (WB MM Cartoon; 1969)
Striptease (Film; 1996)
Superman Returns (Film; 2006)
To Itch His Own (WB MM Cartoon; 1958)
The Turn-Tale Wolf (WB MM Cartoon; 1952)
Up On the Roof, recorded by The Drifters (Song; 1962)
West End Blues, recorded by Louis Armstrong (Song; 1928)
White House Down (Film; 2013)
Yesterday (Film; 2019)
Today’s Name Days
Ekkehard, Harald, Irenäus (Austria)
Irenej, Mirko, Ratko, Smiljan, Vincenta, Vinka (Croatia)
Lubomír (Czech Republic)
Eleonora (Denmark)
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Leo (Finland)
Irénée (France)
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Anagyros, Germanos (Greece)
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Lea, Leo, Leon (Norway)
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Ireneo (Spain)
Leo (Sweden)
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Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 179 of 2024; 186 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 3 of week 26 of 2023
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Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 11 (Ding-Si)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 9 Tammuz 5783
Islamic: 9 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444
J Cal: 29 Sol; Eighthday [29 of 30]
Julian: 15 June 2023
Moon: 73%: Waxing Gibbous
Positivist: 11 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Joan of Arc]
Runic Half Month: Dag (Day) [Day 15 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 8 of 94)
Zodiac: Cancer (Day 8 of 31)
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Army Day (Guatemala)
Christopher Street Day
Clara Maass Day
Climate-Smart Skin Awareness Day
Constitution Day (Ukraine)
Day of Soviet Occupation and Commemoration of the Victims of the Communist Totalitarian Regime (Moldova)
Dog Show Day
Family Day (Vietnam)
Festival of Terrible Poetry
Freedom of the Press Day
Go Barefoot Around the House Day
Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]
Go See Some Live Theater Tonight
Happy Heart Hugs Day
Insurance Awareness Day
International Body Piercing Day
INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY (also 10.22)
International Lightning Safety Day
International Neonatal Screening Day
International Parrothead Day
International PKU Day
LGBT+ Pride Day (Dia do Orgulho LGBTI; Brazil)
Long Letter Day
Mel Brooks Day
Mother’s Day (Kenya)
National Alaska Day
National Climate-Smart Skin Awareness Day
National Grant Day
National Insurance Awareness Day
National Lauren Day
National Logistics Day
International Rottweiler Day
National Unity Day (Tajikistan)
Operation Red Wings Observance Day
Paul Bunyan Day
Pennsylvania Dutch Day (a.k.a. Pennsylvania German Day)
Perfect Number Day
Poznań Remembrance Day (Poland)
Right to Food Day (UK)
Second Amendment Day (Oklahoma)
Sickle Day (French Republic)
Soviet Occupation Day (Moldova)
Stonewall Rebellion Day
St. Vitus Day (Bosnia and Herzegovina)
Tau Day
Vidovdan (Bosnia and Herzegovina, Serbia)
World Day of the Tree
Food & Drink Celebrations
Cassava Day
National Ceviche Day (Peru)
National Tapioca Day
4th & Last Wednesday in June
National Day of Joy [Last Wednesday]
National Parchment Cooking Day [Last Wednesday]
Feast Days
Basilides and Potamiana (Christian; Martyrs)
Benignus (Christian; Saint)
Carlos Casteneda Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Eid al-Adha, Day 2 [Muslim Feast of Sacrifice] (a.k.a. ...
Aïd el Adha (Morocco)
Bakri Id (India)
Corban Bairam (Sudan)
Eid al Adha (Afghanistan, Bahrain, Egypt, Gambia, Ghana, Iraq, Jordan, Kuwait, Lebanon, Libya, Oman, Pakistan, Qatar, Rwanda, Saudi Arabia, Somalia, Syria, UAE, West Bank and Gaza, Yemen)
Eid-Ul-Adha (Sierra Leone)
Eid-ul-Azha (Bangladesh, India)
Eid-Ul-Zuha (India)
Feast of Sacrifice (Singapore)
Fiesta del Sacrificio (Spain)
Greater Bajram (Albania)
Greater Bayram (Azerbaijan)
Hari Raya Aidil Adha (Brunei)
Hari Raya Haji (Christmas Island, Cocos (Keeling) Islands)
Hari Raya Qurban (Malaysia)
Idd-ul-Azha (Kenya)
Id el Kabir (Nigeria)
Idi Qurbon (Tajikistan)
Kurban Ait (Kyrgyzstan)
Kurban-Bairam (Kosovo)
Kurban Bayram (North Cyprus)
Kurban Bayramy (Turkey)
Lendemain de l'Aïd el-Kebir (Mauritania)
Tabaski (Guinea, Senegal)
Tobaski (Gambia)
Irenaeus of Lyons (Western Christianity)
Guru Rinpoche Day (Bhutan; Buddhism)
Heimerad (Christian; Saint)
Jeffrey (Muppetism)
Joan of Arc (Positivist; Saint)
Marcella (Christian; Saint)
Maria Pia Mastena (Christian; Blessed)
St. Paul’s Feast
St. Peter & Paul’s Day (Chile, Venezuela)
St. Peter’s Eve
Paulus I (Christian; Saint)
Peter Paul Rubens (Artology)
Plutarch, Serenus, Hero, and others (Christian; Martyrs)
Ptah’s Day (Pagan)
Thangka Unveiling at Tashihungpo (Buddhist Exhibition Festival; Tibet)
Tickle Day (Pastafarian)
Vincenza Gerosa (Christian; Saint)
Vidovdan (Serbia)
Zamling Chisang (Universal Prayer Day; Tibet)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Historically Bad Day (Archduke Ferdinand assassinated, ground troops sent to Vietnam & 8 other tragedies) [4 of 11]
Prime Number Day: 179 [41 of 72]
Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]
Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 30 of 60)
Premieres
Amos ’n’ Andy (TV Series; 1951)
Baby Driver (Film; 2017)
Belle de Jour (Film; 1995)
Bone Trouble (Disney Cartoon; 1940)
Burn Notice (TV Series; 2007)
The Candid Microphone (Radio Series; 1947)
Convoy (Film; 1978)
DOnald’s Double Trouble (Disney Cartoon; 1946)
Fame, by David Bowie with John Lennon (Song; 1975)
Good Night, recorded by The Beatles (Song; 1969)
The Harrow & The Harvest, by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings (Album; 2011)
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (UK Film; 2007) [#5]
The Heat (Film; 2013)
Heaven Can Wait (Film; 1978)
The Lavender Hill Mob (Film; 1951)
Mr. Deeds (Film; 2002)
The Naked Gun 2-1/2: The Smell of Fear (Film; 1991)
Pale Rider (Film; 1985)
The Plowboy (Disney Cartoon; 1928)
Pumpkin (Film; 2002)
A Saucerful of Secrets, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1968)
St. Elmo’s Fire (Film; 1985)
Shamrock and Roll (WB MM Cartoon; 1969)
Striptease (Film; 1996)
Superman Returns (Film; 2006)
To Itch His Own (WB MM Cartoon; 1958)
The Turn-Tale Wolf (WB MM Cartoon; 1952)
Up On the Roof, recorded by The Drifters (Song; 1962)
West End Blues, recorded by Louis Armstrong (Song; 1928)
White House Down (Film; 2013)
Yesterday (Film; 2019)
Today’s Name Days
Ekkehard, Harald, Irenäus (Austria)
Irenej, Mirko, Ratko, Smiljan, Vincenta, Vinka (Croatia)
Lubomír (Czech Republic)
Eleonora (Denmark)
Leo, Leopold (Estonia)
Leo (Finland)
Irénée (France)
Ekkehard, Harald, Irenäus, Senta (Germany)
Anagyros, Germanos (Greece)
Irén, Levente (Hungary)
Attilio, Ireneo (Italy)
Kitija, Vidars, Viestarts, Viesturs (Latvia)
Gaudrė, Irenėjus, Tulgedas (Lithuania)
Lea, Leo, Leon (Norway)
Amos, Ireneusz, Józef, Leon, Paweł, Raissa, Zbrosław (Poland)
Chir, Ioan (România)
Beáta (Slovakia)
Ireneo (Spain)
Leo (Sweden)
Dara, Darla, Darleen, Darlene, Darrell, Darren, Darrin, Darryl, Daryl, Jarell, Jerrell (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 179 of 2024; 186 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 3 of week 26 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 17 of 28]
Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 11 (Ding-Si)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 9 Tammuz 5783
Islamic: 9 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444
J Cal: 29 Sol; Eighthday [29 of 30]
Julian: 15 June 2023
Moon: 73%: Waxing Gibbous
Positivist: 11 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Joan of Arc]
Runic Half Month: Dag (Day) [Day 15 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 8 of 94)
Zodiac: Cancer (Day 8 of 31)
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TOP 5 trips around Lyon with a baby who is not a kid yet! And 3 bonuses!
TOP 5 trips around Lyon with a baby who is not a kid yet! And 3 bonuses!
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Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder (Fridolina Rolfo x Reader)
Now I never thought about writing for Rolfo but I promised @cneasai I'd try so here you are! A ficlet for Rolfo
You were excited, your season had just finished for arsenal women and while all your club mates were headed off on holiday you were headed home. That home being Barcelona, where the love of your life was playing in her last game of her season. Fridolina Rolfo had won your heart 3 years ago when she and the rest of the Sweden national team had beaten your English team in the world cup third place match.
She had been the first player to come pic you up after the final whistle had blown and had claimed that someone as pretty and talented as you couldn’t be this sad. You had taken her hand and congratulated her on her win before going to help the rest of your teammates.
A few months later she had messaged you on Instagram when it had been announced you’d be joining Fc Barcelona from Lyon. You had thanked her profusely and claimed you were excited to see her in the champions league final that year, unfortunately you matched up in the semi-finals with her Wolfsburg team coming out on top. She was again the first to pick you up that day and let you cry to her that night over the anguish of losing another important game. You returned the favour after Lyon beat them in the final. A final you were able to go watch.
You spent that off season in Sweden visiting her and that was the year your relationship became official. Your time with Barca didn’t last long, you headed back to England just two years after becoming a Barca player, a fact that still saddens Frido as you could be playing together right now if that wasn’t the case. Fast forward a couple years and you get back to now, the Arsenal girls getting on one plane to go off on holiday and you getting on another to go see your love play her final game of the domestic season. She did still have a very important cup final to play.
You touched down on Spanish soil and headed straight for the taxi rank, you needed to be quick if you were going to make it to the game in time. In the taxi you pulled your Rolfo 16 jersey on and sat back for some much needed rest.
Once arriving the Johan Cruff stadium you pulled your ticket up on your phone as you pulled the cap over your head, you wanted to surprise your girl at the end of the game. You were happy to sit and watch the girls go unbeaten for the whole domestic season, winning the last game 4-0, Rolfo getting an assist.
You were stand with the other fans when the girls were doing their rounds of the stadium. “Fridolin aim your biggest fan please sign my jersey.” Frido’s head whipped up as soon as you spoke.
“Y/n?” The questioning tone told you she wasn’t believing what she was hearing or seeing for that matter.
“Hey baby.” You were being dragged over the railings and onto the pitch before you could even say congratulations.
“You’re actually here. Oh my god I’ve missed you.” Frido leaned down and placed a firm but pg kiss onto your lips, you had never publicly reviled your relationship but you had both said you weren’t hiding it.
You both pulled away with smiles on your faces. “Couldn’t miss my girls unbeaten domestic run now could I.” you pulled her into another sweet kiss before she dragged you to meet her teammates.
You spent the night celebrating the Barca girls before you went home and celebrated just your girl just the two of you.
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The Revised [ Full ] History of Eve in Picture Perfect
( until I decide to tweak and edit it some more )
In this verse, Eve’s mother Linda would reside in Brooklyn for three years after the death of her husband, William Littlejohn, his brother Malcolm, and Malcolm’s wife Yvette. Initially, she stays in Brooklyn simply because she feels she is supposed to. Her in-laws, Amos and Liza, want to observe her. Similarly, Linda’s parents want to ensure she is fine after narrowly facing death.
Haunted by the massacre, Linda suffers from survivor’s syndrome, but she is never allowed to vocalize the pain felt. In the midst of secretly attending therapy sessions ( while Eve is taken care of by her Grandma Evelyn and Papa Giuseppe ) Linda finds that her lifestyle is stagnant. She feels as though she is a woman who does whatever someone else wants. Therefore, Linda decides to move to Manhattan with the five-year-old Eve in tow.
They live in a luxurious apartment and Linda makes her living as a secretary on Wall Street while Eve attends ballet classes.
Linda didn’t have to be a secretary, as the Littlejohns (and her father) provided her with money, but she liked working. It kept her mind off things. Sometimes things would feel great until people asked her was her husband the late William Littlejohn. In time, Linda gets a boyfriend who is a stockbroker.
He’s white, he’s a recent divorcee and because she worked so closely with him, Linda knew it would be unprofessional to date him. But she thought to herself, ‘this is my decision. It’s okay because I have some control.’ The idea of control was a myth, though. She became his arm candy, similar to what happened within the Littlejohn Family when she initially became linked with William.
Linda could not complain too much, though. Because her new lover was good to Eve. The overall excellent dynamic caused them to get married. Their marriage lasts for four years. Eve is eight years old when they divorce. It’s a divorce that’s long. Messy. He was going to jail for a pyramid scheme was a part of and Linda didn’t want to stand by him. After the divorce - and the trial - Linda decides she could use a break. She decides that she and Eve should leave the country for a little while. Because why not? She has the money. The first country they go to is England, staying in London.
It was supposed to be a month-long vacation, but she kept putting off returning home. She didn’t want to house hunt back in New York, she didn’t want to be identified with a scandal, she didn’t want to see any family. So they began living in London. When Eve is nine years old, Linda would decide to go to South Africa.
Eve experienced cities such as Durban, Ghana, Cape Town. While Linda was really in Africa to become more connected to her ancestors, all and all, she thought the experience would be good for Eve. Her baby girl could have a lot of memories of different buildings, landscapes, cultures. And, this exposure did make Eve happy, however, she had no stable school life or friendships. So on a social level, Eve was miserable. She also tried having pen pals, but that only worked for so long before both parties ceased writing one another.
Eve did feel at home when she was in New York with her extended family during holidays like Christmas. Eve’s maternal grandparents wanted her to live with them, but her mother refused it. Eve has a vivid memory seated in the back of a taxi, crying because she didn’t want to go to the airport. And as for Linda - well, she would never notice this, but whenever she was deeply distressed, her mental desire was to just keep moving.
When Eve was fifteen years old, her mother fell in love with a highly esteemed professor from the University of Cape Town. This would be her mother’s third significant relationship. They all began living together and he begins an inappropriate relationship with Eve. It’s all an act of grooming that Eve isn’t aware of. Linda catches on to it and calls out her boyfriend for his behavior. However, he is offended by the accusations. He moves out, but he still contacts Eve through phone calls and even picks her up from school at one point without her mother’s consent.
Eve remembers her mother always asking her questions, ‘did he touch you?’ ‘What did he do to you?’ Eve was overwhelmed, as she felt her mother didn’t believe her. It caused Eve to give her the silent treatment, which in turn caused Linda to decide to move again. This time, they would leave Africa to live in Europe - France, specifically.
In France, the two moved twice. First to Paris then to Lyon. Eve liked Lyon more than Paris, but was much too stubborn to admit it. Part of Eve was worried that if she was open about her love, then her mother would want to move somewhere else. She attended college with a focus on art conservation. Ultimately, she did not fully complete her apprenticeship because she would meet Alexandre DuBois, a con artist she fell in love with.
He did not expose his true nature to her at first, but she began questioning the source of the jewelry he was continuously giving her. When she reached the conclusion that he was a criminal of some sort, Alexandre kept insisting that it wasn’t as much of an issue that she was making it out to be. To prove this he wanted Eve to come with him to a job wanting Eve to participate as well. Eve declined, she wasn’t trying to get in any legal trouble. However, Alexandre said he didn’t like boring women. Offended, she agreed.
He slicked down his hair so it could appear straight. Wore his best suit. Meanwhile, he instructed Eve to dress as though she was going to attend the most extravagant party. When they stood side by side, Alexandre was looking like a wealthy white man with a young, black mistress. The trick, Alexandre told her, was to always act as though you belong.
For days Eve waited for consequences. For the police to knock at her door. Something. It didn’t happen. She told herself never again, but she got addicted to stealing with Alexandre, as it became an adrenaline rush.
Eventually, Eve and Alexandre were apprehended by law enforcement. Linda bailed Eve out and told her that if she was not going to continue reaching for her career goals then she would send her to America. Eve would fight back, insisting that she was an adult, so she doesn’t have to go to America just because she said so. Linda then has enough and states that since Eve is a young adult, she can live with Alexandre.
The relationship that would progress between Eve and Alexandre was not without its faults. Even when Eve moved in with him, Alexandre was cheating on her discreetly. He had his alternate hookups and one-night stands, with Eve simply being his main girlfriend. When women smugly confronted Eve of how Alexandre was nothing but a womanizer and she was his latest victim, she fought for the sheer integrity of his name.
Behind closed doors, when Eve confronted Alexandre about his inability to be monogamous: he blackened her eye.
The relationship comes to an end when Alexandre gains access to an elite party. During their fumbled job, they would be acknowledged by someone who would be very influential in Eve’s future, Gisella Agostini of the Corsican Mafia. The two would leave the scene in shame, fiercely arguing in the car about who messed up. Eve brings up how he’s a liar and manipulator, only for Alexandre to rip the pearls from her neck and kick her out his car. She had to find her way back to safety in the dark of the night.
While Alexandre and Eve are separated, the Agostini family does research on the two. They see that Alexandre has a long history of theft, and even a previous murder charge, while Eve just seems to be a college student who got caught up in the thrill of crime. First, Alexandre is snatched off the street by Agostini goons. In what he deemed as an act of self-preservation, he sells Eve out, claiming it was her idea.
When Eve is abducted by the crime family, Gisella confronts her directly. The old woman states that she could fix everything and spare her from her ‘husband’s wrath.’ But the truth is, Gisella’s husband doesn’t do anything in the crime family any longer due to his age and illnesses, but Gisella uses him as a ‘front’ to reign.
Eve ends up working for the crime family, and in little moments, she ever so gradually speculates she is in the midst of a female mob boss. As the months go along, Eve’s mother wants to make amends but Eve doesn’t want her mother to know she is now gang-affiliated. Eve is very afraid for her life. This leads to more mother-daughter tension due to the lack of communication.
As the years pass on, Gisella is progressively attached to Eve. This is reflective of how she has her own passion for the world and the diverse people who live in it (especially those of the African diaspora.) In turn, Eve initially grows to feel like she’s a part of some sort of stable family. Ultimately, their relationship gradually becomes overbearing and toxic. Eve is literally feeling like she’s owned and controlled by an old white woman. Therefore, Eve distances herself from dealing with Gisella personally because it was too much.
However, Eve continued working for the crime family in regards to assassinations and heists, but she was not eating at Gisella’s home for dinner or talking over tea. Eve decides to make amends with Gisella by the time she is 31. Little did she know, the woman was on her death bed at this point. They were kind to one another and Gisella lets Eve know she can do whatever she wants now. Later that week, the old woman would die. While Gisella’s death comes as a shock - Eve was also feeling relieved.
Afterward, Eve has mild conflict with Gisella’s nephew who feels like she should not be leaving the crime family, but Eve insists Gisella harbored no ill will towards her and wanted her to do whatever she wanted. So, she’s leaving.
Eve relocates to New York to begin a new, stable life. It’s what she wants. It’s what she needs. Or so she thinks. She thought New York would have her feel at home and content as it did when she was a child, but she didn't feel this way at all. She felt like a stranger among her family, like a guest or something.
Eve proceeds to sell the art she makes for a living and gains recognition from it. Admittedly, she’s bored with a quiet life. It is entering a relationship with Salvatore Scozzari that sparks her passion for crime, although he would much rather her marry him and live a quiet but glamorous life. But in the end? Eve can’t do it.
Breaking up with Sal by claiming she’ll be working at a gallery in California, she travels to another state. Her life as a thief starting up a second time.
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Speculating that you were pregnant and then you are seen at at Lyon game and Memphis is seen touching your bump and everyone freaks out but neither of you say anything until he gushes about in an interview
There was loads of speculation that you and Memphis were currently expecting, even some seeing that you were keeping to water and pretty lowkey during your holiday.
When the season restarted you were at the stadium supporting your man, you were in his jersey and the cameras found you as you got to your seat and stood up with a few of the other family members of the players. Everyone instantly noticing the little bump, which you instantly hid when you realised that you were on the screen.
After the game you were both spotted in the tunnel, the two of you were looking at eachother softly as you spoke to the manager. You get spotted with Memphis putting his hand on your stomach which everyone starts gushing over the two of you. Pretty covinced you were expecting a baby Depay but the two of you keeping it on the DL as you didn’t want to make it general knowledge. But that didn’t stop everyone instantly gushing over how perfect the baby will be with the two of yours genetics.
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It’s Not Christmas Till Somebody Cries || The Bonfamilles-Lyons
Summary: Ber tells his father the truth at Christmas. It goes.......... as well as you can expect. So, badly.
@simba-bonfamille-lyons
@lou-bonfightme
@marie-a-bonfamille
tw: anxiety, panic attacks
BERLIOZ:
Christmas was nearly over.
All in all, it wasn’t a horrible one. He’d had worst Christmases-- the first few one with his parents divorced sprang to mind, when the fights were fresh and it was always a war to figure out who would get the children for the longest. At least there was only one parent to deal with this year, and Pere was, honestly, the low maintenance parent. If he were to ever had someone stay at the cabin, it should be Pere. And he’d been a respectful guest, though Berlioz had never gotten over waking up and coming down to his father sitting at the table, legs crossed, paper in hand, coffee steaming in one of his and Simba’s novelty mugs. He didn’t look like the same man on the television. Like the man in the paper. Like the man in the crisp suits who missed more birthdays than he had ever made.
Sitting at Berlioz and Simba’s table, he almost looked like a real father.
And so maybe that was why Ber had put off the whole reason for this visit. He thought about telling him at breakfast, and then telling him at dinners. He considered Christmas Eve, then chickened out and thought, yes, he’d wait until after the holidays entirely-- until December 26, in the last few hours before they had to take Hector to the train station so he might catch his flight home.
And so Christmas came-- The Bonfamille-Lyons house bustled with people-- Marie and Lou and Nounou, Sarabi, Kiara, Ashlee. They ate cinnamon rolls and exchanged gifts. They lit a fire in the fireplace. Berlioz tried to help out for Christmas dinner and he was soon sent away, to drink whiskey with Pere and Lou on the front porch. They ate again. Ashlee left to go see her friends, and the sky grew dark.
Now they gathered around the table for the third time in one day (so much bloody eating at Christmas) as Simba made to cut the pies, plural, because of course Simba had made many, many different pies.
“You know, I realized,” mentioned Pere as he put down his small cup of black coffee on its saucer. “I don’t think your mother called today, oui? Did you talk to her last night?” He addressed all three of the Bonfamille children, his eyes darting from one to the next.
Berlioz slouched a little in his chair.
MARIE:
Marie had been sort of dreading this Christmas, if she was being honest.
On the one hand, she could be at home, with no responsibilities. She could simply enjoy the season, take part in the festivities, and spend the day lounging around in her designer Christmas jumper, sipping wine and eating one sweet treat after the next.
But then, see, the running away from her coronation had happened. And the divorce. The scandal. Marie was quite sure that eyes would be on her, and not in the way that she liked them to be.
But as the day had crept closer, Marie had had another revelation entirely: with Maman gone, and Papa spending the holidays with them instead, the focus would not be on her, but on Berlioz — even if Papa didn’t realise it. Marie was very talented at putting her foot in her mouth; her worry about any negative attention she might garner was now replaced with worry about ruining the entire day for her (half) brother.
She had done her best to relax, and for the most part, she had — she had spent the day lounging, drinking and eating much as she had planned to. It only came to a screeching halt the very second she thought they had got away with it. When Papa asked if they had heard from their mother at all.
Berlioz slouched, but Marie sat bolt upright, sipping at her glass of Coteaux du Layon. “I spoke to her last night,” she confirmed, smiling a little too brightly, speaking a little too quickly. “She told me to let her know how we liked our gifts — I’ll have to text her.”
TOULOUSE:
This was an incredibly bad idea.
Toulouse had told Berlioz this. The holidays were not the time to reveal familial secrets long ago buried. It was the one time of year where everyone, by the power of something higher, had to actually act decently to one another. Even Hector and Adelaide, after a few years, could only stand to be in the same room with one another during the holidays. And before their marriage had fissured irreparably, it was the only time where they managed to keep the fighting to a minimum and their house became a ceasefire, no-man’s-land. For just a fortnight or so--the Bonfamille manor would be peaceful. The holiday--enjoyable.
It was Toulouse’s favorite time of year for that reason. Also, because he adored buying gifts for his family and Christmas was when he really was able to show off his skill (and how much he cared.) Though, he’d been a bit behind this year, considering he’d spent most of December sleeping on a couch and waking up every two hours when a baby cried.
He was exhausted and he could see the storm brewing on the horizon. Lou just wanted to go back to the Acheron’s and curl up by the fire. At least there the only electric energy was everyone’s bone-tired, waiting in the stillness for the next baby to start crying.
That was a much better stillness than the stillness that followed Hector’s question.
Toulouse’s brain was sluggish, so he was not quick to jump in with an excuse. However, Berlioz was going to be utterly useless and Marie looked as if she was just about ready to jump out of her skin. He sighed, watching their father for a moment, before answering himself.
“She told us she would be busy most of the day, with Claude and Grandpere and Grandmere, I rang her earlier this morning before coming over here.” He had not, but as dutiful eldest son, he would have usually--and it was an easy lie, considering he had not come by until later in the morning.
“She said to say hello and happy Christmas to you.”
BERLIOZ:
His siblings lied for him.
Well, he actually had no idea if Marie’s was a lie at all. He had not told anyone to shun Maman the same way that he was shunning her. They didn’t have to as far as he was concerned; she hadn’t lied to them about their father’s identity for over twenty years of their lives. But he had also known that as soon as Lou found out that the fissure in their family would widen, Lou jumping to Berlioz’s side at once. There’d only been a few seconds where he’d been unsure. Where he thought, maybe, Lou, who loved their mother so dearly, might try to make an appeal.
There were times over the past months where he almost wished he had. What would have been different? Maybe Berlioz would listen. He listened to Lou the most out of anyone. (Not that he listened all that much.)
But too late now. He heard Lou’s lie and couldn’t help but look at Pere while he said it, the jumpiness suddenly alive in Berlioz’s skin. His hands fidgeted under the table. He thought about reaching for Simba, but his husband had both hands up, one of which was shoveling a generous helping of pie into his own mouth.
And so he rubbed at his knees and stared at Pere, who didn’t look at Ber at all.
“Ah yes, le petite Claude,” said Pere, humming for a few moments, flashing a loose smile at the mention of their cousin who had, of course, no relation to Pere at all. “I was surprised about her plans until I remembered about Claude. She means to make him her next project, I’m sure.” He chuckled a little at his own joke, which was not a joke, because his parents were very good at saying exactly what they wanted to say.
“She’s actually spent quite a lot of this year in Paris, hasn’t she? As if he were her own son! I was surprised she did not fly home after news of the coronation. My apologies on her behalf, mon petit coeur.” Hector reached over to pet Marie’s hand.
Berlioz felt himself sink just a little more.
MARIE:
Marie looked at Lou, and took another sip of her wine. So perhaps her answer hadn’t been the best, but at least Toulouse was there to set things straight (ish), and she had at least done better than Berlioz, who apparently found the tabletop extremely interesting.
It shouldn’t be so difficult to talk to her dear Papa — Marie was a daddy’s girl and she always had been, and usually conversation was fairly easy even though, admittedly, she maybe didn’t talk to him as much as she should. This year had just been so busy, and Hector was always fully booked anyhow. Part of what Marie liked about their relationship was that her father wasn’t overbearing, and showed his affection by buying her gifts.
She looked up when Hector reached over to pat her hand, smiling back at him, her thoughts momentarily shifted away from not putting her foot in her mouth. It was probably a good thing that Maman had not flown home after all; she would only have had to book a flight straight back.
Marie wondered if this was what she should do. That is, shift the focus from their Maman to herself, because Marie was very good at stealing the spotlight from her siblings usually, and maybe this time it would actually be appreciated.
“Well, it’s alright, given how things went....” Her gaze flicked from Ber to Lou, and then back to her father. She was very much making a martyr of herself here, she hoped they could appreciate that. “I know she would’ve made a big fuss, and that wasn’t what I wanted, after all that. Myself and Toulouse have been getting along quite well — with NouNou’s help, of course.”
TOULOUSE:
Toulouse’s expression pinched as his father laughed.
See, Hector and Adelaide were very good at putting on faces. They were, after all, the people who had taught Lou the same thing. Hector was better at concealing than his mother, but Adelaide was better at manipulating--using her emotions like the flash of feathers on a bird of paradise, to draw someone in.
Hector’s jokes did nothing to lighten the atmosphere. If anything, everything became more tense. Perhaps it was only Lou who felt it, but he also felt Marie’s gaze darting about like a startled starling. And Berlioz was so stiff that Lou was afraid he was suddenly going to snap entirely in half. And Lou, too, merely pushed his pie about on his plate (it was far too sweet for him anyhow). His shoulders were tense. Despite the potential truth to his father’s words and Lou’s own anger at his mother, that old protectiveness flared up in his chest.
For Hector should know that when it came to it, Lou took his mother’s side in most things. Historically, in almost every argument and disagreement, because Lou was not immune to his mother’s flashy feathers and crystal tears. Especially when the only way his father showed true emotion was in thunderclaps of anger. He preferred his mother’s soft heartbreak. It was easier to stomach than his father’s rage.
“Yes, Marie handled the whole thing beautifully,” Lou complimented his sister, raising his wine glass towards her before taking a small sip. “Maman has been dealing with so much the last year, besides.” And in this, Lou’s words were truer than he meant and they reflected back to him in a way that made him feel rather uncomfortable--suddenly worried about betraying his mother.
But no, she had betrayed them all first.
BERLIOZ:
As Marie began talking, Berlioz relaxed, if just a little. He sat up again, picked up his fork, cut off a piece of his pie. He didn’t really eat it though, just kinda pushed it around his plate as some of the apples escaped. Couldn’t get them all on his fork at once. He kept trying anyway, an expert in turning the most mundane tasks-- checking his phone, fixing his coat zipper, even eating-- into something of a production. He’d mastered this form of invisible performance as a child. Though his father used to complain about it-- don’t play with your food, he’d say. Or, stop fidgeting, Berlioz. Or, pay attention, Berlioz.
But Pere wasn’t looking at him anymore. This was fine. He’d just get through dessert, and right after, he’d nip into the study maybe and tell him then…
And then Lou said what he said.
Ber’s head jerked up, eyes widening just a little. His brother had not meant it; he either thought it was innocent enough or… maybe he was actually trying to tell Pere to fuck off, that he didn’t know waht he was talking about, except for the fact that Pere was still Pere, and like a shark smelling blood in the water…
Ber watched his father raise a curious eyebrow. His eyes glinted.
“Dealing, has she? And what is taking up all her time this year, eh? Another fundraiser for the London Philharmonic?” He laughed mockingly. Maman’s little passions always paled in comparison to Pere’s, according to Pere.
“Is that why she emailed me about you, Berlioz? You’ve been dodging her charity too?”
Ber stiffened. His fork clattered to his plate. “She emailed you?”
“Yes. She wanted to know if I’d heard from you. I figure she was trying to rope you into something, eh? Playing a gala for her friends? She never learns.”
“No, uh…”
“Good on you for not humouring her.”
And much like Lou, those words poked something sensitive in Berlioz-- that tender place that used to run to Maman, that once played the piano in hopes of earning her kisses and compliments. “It’s not like that at all,” he said too sharply. “She just didn’t want me talking to you.”
The mocking smile on Pere’s face faded. “Excuse me? And why not? What the hell have I done to that woman now?”
And Berlioz could say anything now. Or he could say nothing. He could shrug and let the rest of his family chime in-- let Lou defend Maman instead, or let Marie disengage the situation with a compliment or a graceful shift back to her. Even Simba might jump in, if Ber gave him space, tell Hector to shut up or offer him whiskey or something.
And so when Berlioz spoke, he didn’t know why he did. If it was revenge against Pere for his spite. Or if it was revenge against Maman. Maybe it was both those things, and six months of holding, and waiting, and sinking, and he was tired of being the one to squirm when it was everyone else’s fault but his. He’d just been born. So -- yeah. Fuck this bullshit game of his parents’ he’d been forced to play for his entire life.
“She didn’t want me to tell you she cheated on you twenty-three years ago,” blurted Berlioz. “And that I’m not your son.”
Quiet.
Berlioz watched his father’s smooth, practiced face, waited for it to break the way that he knew it could break. But the first crack happened in his knuckles instead, as they tightened around his utensils. Then, very slowly, as if that beautiful silver was made of glass, he set both knife and fork down.
“Is that a joke?”
“Yes,” Berlioz said, then automatically: “I mean, no. It’s just kind of a joke that neither of us knew all this time, so. Yeah, it’s-- it is kinda funny, isn’t it?” His mouth was just moving now. “I think it’s really funny.”
Pere’s eyes jerked away from Berlioz to his other two children. “What is he talking about? Did you know about this?”
“I’m talking about being a bastard son,” said Berlioz. Wow, he could not shut up. This had never happened to him before. He felt kinda giddy. Was he having a panic attack? Was this a new, fun way to have a panic attack, like, with his mouth only?
“Berlioz!” Pere snapped at him to shut up. Ah, there it was. The yelling. But Berlioz wasn’t scared at all, had expected this, and so he leaned back and shrugged.
TOULOUSE:
Toulouse had not meant his misstep to be so grievous as it was. There had been a part of him that was frustrated and wanted to push back at his father. Besides, Toulouse was right. It had barely been over a year since Tantine had died. Their mother’s only sibling. Despite himself, Lou felt the pity for his mother deeply where Tantine was concerned and he worried about his mother. It had always been Lou’s job to worry about his mother. Even when he had been young, he would sometimes catch her in the kitchen late at night, staring into her drink, in her warm, fluffy robes. And even before he’d been old enough to articulate it, he had known his mother was sad. So, he would crawl into her lap and let her stroke his hair and kiss his head.
His father had never been so vulnerable. Even now, he was more stone than man to Toulouse. He had learned much of his own statuesque personality from his father, though, he liked to think that he did it better. Could maintain it for longer.
And he never yelled.
As soon as Berlioz snapped, Lou saw the rest of this playing out, as if Berlioz was their mother and Lou was a child again. Sometimes, the dishes would rattle first, signaling the Earth’s unsteadiness. He was thrust so suddenly backwards that for several precious seconds, he lost control of his tongue. A part of his brain said that he should intervene, say something—help.
By the time he’d sorted himself out, he’d heard Simba—who he frankly forgot was sitting there—say Berlioz’s name very quietly.
His father shouted, like a whip cracked across the dining room table. Lou stiffened and his eyes cut towards his father, his expression stone. He looked very much like his father, the two of them mirrors of each other in anger.
“Hector,” Simba hedged but Lou cut him off. He didn’t turn his attention to Simba, but the tone of his voice made it clear that Simba should have no part in this conversation.
“Yes, I knew.” He purposefully did not confirm that Marie had known. Hopefully, Hector would assume, as was often the case—that Marie had had no idea. “It has not been long. Maman kept it from all of us.”
MARIE:
Marie had to pick her jaw up off the floor. Not literally, of course, but she did find herself sat with her mouth hanging open, and she had to close it with a reminder that it was not ladylike to gawp. She almost felt justified this time, though. Berlioz had really lost it. Well and truly.
Marie did feel a little bit sorry for her dear Papa, though. It wasn’t his fault that their mother had done what she did (well, perhaps it was, but Marie was not delving too deep into the complications of the matter), and this perhaps wasn’t the best way to tell him, but it was too late. It was out there now. And Berlioz just kept on talking, words spilling out of his mouth, more than Marie thought she’d ever heard him say in one go before.
Her father’s shout made her flinch, ever so slightly. Took the shine off of Berlioz’s outburst.
And Marie did so consider sitting there quietly, minding her own business, admitting nothing — she did so hate to upset her father. But the fact of the matter was that she had known. And she hadn’t said anything, because it had not been her place to do so. For once, Marie had minded her own business.
“I knew too,” she admitted quietly, when she felt her father’s gaze trip over her brothers and land squarely on her. “But — not for long.” She echoed Lou’s words, her eyes flitting over to him, and away again. “It wasn’t my secret to tell.”
BERLIOZ:
Berlioz was waiting for his terror to find him.
Usually his terror was the first thing, slinking in like a kind of helpful bogeyman-- reminding Berlioz to hide, whether it meant sinking under the table (like he used to do as a kid) or simply locking up tight. With the anger sharp and cold in his father’s bright eyes, he figured any second now, the terror would pound like a headache. He’d realize what he’d just done. He’d done exactly what he hadn’t wanted to do: make a scene, ruin Christmas, cause a fight.
But his terror didn’t come. He glanced from Lou, who was calm and stubborn, and Marie, who was small and awkward. That was strange for her-- he felt bad about it, actually, but still his terror didn’t rush in.
He hardly even heard Simba. He wasn’t worried about Simba, anyway. Maybe he should be. Maybe he should be at least a little worried about what the fuck he had just done.
“How long?” Pere demanded.
“A couple of months.” Ber said.
“Months?!”
“I dunno,” he said. “I think.”
“You should have told me. You should have told me first--merde.” The chair scraped against the floor as Pere pushed it back, up onto his feet at once. His entire face twisted, the lines on his forehead carved deep. And for the first time now-- now Ber tensed. His hand flew out and grabbed at the table, like he could stop Pere from ripping off the tablecloth.
Instead, Pere grabbed the back of the chair and knocked it to the ground with another curse. Berlioz flinched. Slowly, the white noise began to fill his ears, like Pere was twisting the volume on a television, louder and louder.
TOULOUSE:
Toulouse’s gaze snapped to Marie as she spoke and he felt something uncomfortable twist in his stomach. His wolf was twitching its nose and flicking its tail inside of Lou’s chest. These days, Lou found the wolf comforting most of the time. It was a gentle thing, unless it had a reason not to be and he trusted those reasons, listened to the wolf. He found it easier to listen to it than to not. There was a respect that he had for it and its instincts. Except in moments where human emotion was too trite and complicated for the wolf to comprehend.
The wolf saw his father’s twisted face and thought only: danger. It made Lou’s heart rate tick up slightly and he wanted to get up himself, to cross over toward Marie and stand in front of her. The wolf wanted to let out a rumble of a growl.
Objectively, Lou knew that his father would not hurt anyone. That he was all hot air. The Bonfamille temper had a bark that was far worse than its bite.
All the wolf saw was the bite.
Hector’s chair scraped against the floor and Lou’s followed. He stood, the wolf looking through his eyes at the man on the other side of the table, calculating. Too far for the human to reach, but an easy leap for the wolf.
Across from Lou, Simba had also risen as Hector did and now the three of them stood, the perfect points of a triangle.
Someone’s silverware clattered to the floor but otherwise the air was tense and suspended. Perhaps they could all fold these emotions and memories back. They were all adults now. Hector was on the same plane as Toulouse, as Berlioz, as men. The Bonfamille children were no longer that. With just one breath they could all sit back in their chairs and resume their dessert.
The sound of the chair slamming on the floor shattered the illusion of containment. It cracked through the dining room and echoed against the high ceilings. Despite himself, Lou flinched, feeling himself shrink slightly. It had been so long since Lou had had to confront his father’s twisted anger. He had forgotten that to face it, one had to be as still and strong as a wavebreaker against the ocean.
Simba, however, did not shrink back. Instead, he seemed to get bigger as he took a step, almost behind Berlioz’s chair now. The movement caught Lou’s eye and he turned his head slightly to stare at this new element to the equation, uncertain of what it meant.
“Hector,” Simba said again. He didn’t raise his voice, but the word was as firm as stone. “Sit down.”
“Simba,” Lou breathed out, but cleared his throat slightly when his brother’s husband turned to look at him. “This isn’t your concern.”
“It bloody well is, Lou,” Simba told him harshly. “This is my house. Now, everyone just--sit down.”
MARIE:
Everyone was up on their feet, the whole room seemingly poised for some kind of fight, and Marie herself hit with two very distinct, and very different urges. The first was to get to her own feet, to try and make herself heard above the bickering from Lou and Simba and her fathers shouting; she could go up to her papa now and remind him that it was Christmas, to ask politely that he not ruin this day for her. The second was to sit quietly, like a lady would do, and step in only when the time was right; not to make a spectacle of herself, or lower herself to their level, but to take the higher ground and keep her cool.
(A third instinct might have been to hide behind her eldest brother, as she had so often done when she was younger, just a little girl, and family functions had gone south. But Marie was not so little now, and she had her own head on her shoulders. Even if her papa’s shouting did frighten her, just a tad, she would not cower.)
In the end, she favoured the second option, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as her brothers snapped at each other. “Simba’s right,” she said, looking to Lou, begging him not to make things worse with her gaze. “Lets all just— calm down.” It wasn’t often she played peacekeeper, and the words felt a little clunky coming from her mouth. “Papa, s’il te plaît,” she addresses Hector, smiling sweetly in the way that usually got her exactly what she wanted. “Your chair,” she gestured to the spot where it had once been. “We can talk — can’t we?” She looked between her brothers, dragging them along with her.
BERLIOZ:
Simba and Lou both stood up at practically the same time. Berlioz, meanwhile, rocked forward, his elbows hitting the table as he dragged both his hands over his face and then through his messy curls, simply messing them up further. He knew where this was gonna go though: downhill. The chair was the first crack in the dam, and now the pressure would grow until it was too much. And then it would all fall down.
Berlioz didn’t think he’d expected anything different. Maybe that was why he just blurted it out in the end. He could blame his delivery when Pere sneered at Berlioz and abandoned him here at the table. It would not hurt so much as waiting until that perfect moment-- to sit down with Pere and explain it all in-depth, not only how he found out but how difficult it had been to even gather enough courage to tell other people. How scared he was. When had he ever shared that kinda thing with his father anyway?
This followed the script. It was better. He’d prepared for rejection, and here rejection was.
Berlioz lifted his eyes, that white-noise feeling in his hands. He rolled his fingers into fists and put them under the table.
But Hector wasn’t looking at Berlioz at all.
“Calm down?!” he spat and then switched into French effortlessly, probably in an attempt to leave Simba behind. “I learn all three of my children are keeping secrets behind my back and you expect me to be calm?”
“It’s not their fault,” Berlioz said in French, quietly.
“Of course not! It’s Adelaide’s!” Hector snarled. And finally he looked at Berlioz and he jabbed a finger toward him again--
Berlioz flinched, pushing back into his chair so it slid on the tile.
“And don’t you worry! I will make her pay for this. She will pay for every single year she hid this, forced us all to live this lie.” He barked a laugh out of nowhere; a manic thing. His hand scraped through his receding pepper hair. “Oh, the news will love to hear this! It will be a celebration in the Libération offices! I will make it so she will not step foot in any of her precious theatres, her galas. She will not have a friend left in all of France when we are through.”
Berlioz’s jaw dropped a little, a different horror dawning slowly, but dawning nonetheless. He’d miscalculated. He’d actually been-- too self-absorbed. To think that his father would think this news was about Ber at all.
“Pere, I….I...please, I--I don’t want anyone to know--”
“Oh, they will know! They have to know, after all this time.”
TOULOUSE:
Toulouse had done what he did best when his father went off like this--he turned to stone. He felt the gates around his heart close up tight, his whole chest restricted, shutting down everything but essential functioning. It made it easier to bear the brunt. And Toulouse was used to bearing the brunt. He did it on purpose. He bore it so his siblings didn’t have to.
Only this time, his tactic did not work, because there was nothing that Lou could say to protect his little brother from their father’s ire. It was not Lou that was the bastard, though he wished--if only to take the burden from Ber. He could shoulder it better, he believed. And even if he couldn’t, it wouldn’t matter, if he could keep the pain of it from Ber. If he could keep their father’s twisted betrayal and revenge from Ber…
But his jaw was locked shut. He was terrified to speak. Would he make it worse for his brother if he did? Was it worse not to say anything at all?
He watched as Simba batted Hector’s hand away from Ber, like a cat. Not that Hector noticed, he was already moving it to his hair, laughing. And in that moment, Lou saw a reflection of himself that made him queasy enough to reach out and grab the back of his chair.
It was Simba’s voice--Simba, the one factor here that hadn’t been accounted for, that couldn’t be accounted for. He was an enigma to the Bonfamille argument formula. Just enough so that it cracked part of Lou’s hard outer shell.
“Who--who will know, what?” Simba asked and when Lou looked at him, he found his brother-in-law’s gaze on him.
“My father intends to tell the tabloids about Berlioz’s lineage,” Lou informed him bluntly and concisely. He felt his father’s gaze flick towards him.
“What? Hector,” Simba said sharply. “That’s entirely uncalled for. Think about your son. And what that will do to him.”
MARIE:
Marie’s eyes widened, staring at her father like he’d grown a second head. Perhaps it shouldn’t have come as too much of a surprise that he would threaten to tell the press back home. As ridiculous as it might seem to anyone else, to any other family, the Bonfamilles were well aware of what the press could do to you, how they could affect your everyday life.
Marie saw it going like this: Hector would tell whichever tabloid he decided to give the best exclusive to, and with their father’s and their mother’s reputations combined, it would sell. Soon the whole of France, or at least, those who concerned themselves with this sort of gossip, would know the truth. Adelaide would flee, Marie thought. She wouldn’t turn to face the music. Wasn’t it a Bonfamille prerogative to take flight? She would not come back to Swynlake, either, she would go somewhere else, and her children would be left without her for even longer.
And then there was Berlioz. Poor, sweet Berlioz, who would never be able to hold the weight of all those eyes on him, holding their magnifying glasses over his head. Marie had done it before, Lou too, but…
“Papa, please,” Marie interjected, only now feeling the urge to get to her feet, to run to her father’s side and take his hand like she always did. She could convince him, she thought, she was his little girl— but she had a feeling this would not help her now. “Simba’s right, it isn’t fair to Berlioz. Can’t you just… just talk to Maman?”
BERLIOZ:
“Like she talked to me?!” Hector snapped, drawing his hand from his daughter’s. “No. This is not a lie she can hide from, not anymore. I am-- I’m sorry, Berlioz, I am.” And his father’s voice had evened out, though it was still firm, the voice he used to discipline. “But this is not just about you. This is about doing the right thing, and I will not live under her pretenses.”
Meanwhile, the static feedback grew louder, filling in any crack inside of Berlioz that he’d normally use to hide. But static noise was its own kind of blanket, its own kind of shield. He should fight against it. He had his exercises lined up in his brain, the sort of thing he’d been working on for years now and gettin’ rather good at it too. Breathing, counting, reframing. But right now there was only one thing that Berlioz wanted to do--
Sink. Disappear. And yes, flee. In this moment, Berlioz understood his mother better than he ever had before. She would run from this news, and so would Berlioz. Where, he wondered? Would Swynlake be far enough? Should he go south, find someplace sunny, be one of those rich kids who rented a yacht and drank until the ship sank? What shore would he wash up on then? Would Simba come with him? Couldn’t ask, could he-- think of Ashlee, think of Kion…
These new people in his life used to feel like pillars, but now they were anchors, keeping him in a place he did not want to be.
His brain settled there: I do not want to be here.
Berlioz stood up. “Yeah, okay.” He licked his lips. Shifted from foot to foot, like a rocking boat about to turn over. He felt Simba next to him but couldn’t hear him. Instead, there were just--everyone’s eyes.
“Okay, you do that then.”
And he left the table, moving swiftly toward the porch as quickly as he could.
“Berlioz!” called his pere, but Berlioz’s hand was already on the door. The sound of it twisting was like a gunshot, aimed behind him. He shut the door hard.
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//Day 6//
//Tree//
Damian parked the car and turned to his wife. In the passenger's seat wearing a dark red coat and a grey hat, scarves and gloves, Marinette held baby Lyon.
"Why are we getting a Christmas tree if we don't celebrate Christmas? Not that I'm complaining, they are quite lovely."
Damian laughed, "Other than the fact that in America Christmas is more of a corporate holiday than a religious festival, nowadays?"
Marinette rolled her eyes playfully, "Yes, Damian."
He smiled softly, "Well, it's not really Christmas in my family, more of a… Hannu-Chris-Eid Holiday slash 'Excuse To See The Family And Cover The Manor In Bright Lights'."
She smiled back at him, "I get it, Christmas at my house was more about Santa than anything else."
Baby Lyon cooed loudly when he realised his parents attention wasn't on him.
Both parents laughed at the baby before getting out of the car.
…..
The two walked around the wooded area, looking for the perfect tree to bring back to the Manor.
Marinette would point at every tree stating it was perfect, until she saw another one was even more perfect. Lyon would copy his mother and point to everything he saw and loudly proclaim, "Eeee!"
Damian would play along with his son by saying, "Yes Lyon, that's a tree."
Despite all the trees she saw, Marinette quite literally stopped in her tracks when she saw it, a tiny three and a half foot tall tree. Following her line of sight Damian sighed, "Angel, it's too small for the whole family to decorate."
She stood her ground, "Look at it, though! Who else will take it?"
"But -"
A look from his wife stopped him, "Alright, but were getting a big tree, too."
…..
As Damian, Jason, Tim and Dick were busy pulling the ridiculously large tree Damian picked into the house. Marinette and Selina were decorating the small tree with their babies. Although, the twins were only 2 months old and too young to decorate, they seemed to enjoy the songs the two women were singing while decorating the tree with Lyon.
With several baby proof baubles on the tree, Marinette felt it would topple with any more.
She took out the tiny star she bought with the tree and let Lyon put it on top.
Just as they finished, the boys finally were able to bring the tree inside with a sharp tug.
Dick slightly breathless said in a teasing voice, "Remind us never to let Damian choose the tree again next year."
Marinette smiled warmly, "You know, we would have helped if you asked."
"But then it wouldn't have turned into a sibling competition, Marinette dear."
She turned to see Alfred with a tray of tea and an amused look on his face.
Marinette smiled, "No, perhaps not."
…..
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Army Day (Guatemala)
Clara Maass Day
Constitution Day (Ukraine)
Day of Soviet Occupation and Commemoration of the Victims of the Communist Totalitarian Regime (Moldova)
Dog Show Day
Family Day (Vietnam)
Festival of Terrible Poetry
Go Barefoot Around the House Day
Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]
Go See Some Live Theater Tonight
Insurance Awareness Day
International Body Piercing Day
INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY (also 10.22)
International Lightning Safety Day
International Parrothead Day
LGBTI Pride Day (Dia do Orgulho LGBTI; Brazil)
Long Letter Day
Mother’s Day (Kenya)
National Alaska Day
National Climate-Smart Skin Awareness Day
National Logistics Day
National Unity Day (Tajikistan)
Operation Red Wings Observance Day
Paul Bunyan Day
Poznań Remembrance Day (Poland)
Stonewall Rebellion Day
St. Vitus Day (Bosnia and Herzegovina)
Tau Day
Vidovdan (Bosnia and Herzegovina, Serbia)
Food & Drink Celebrations
National Ceviche Day
Tapioca Day
Fourth & Last Tuesday in June
National Columnists Day [4th Tuesday]
Feast Days
Basilides and Potamiana (Christian; Martyrs)
Irenaeus of Lyon (Western Christianity)
Heimerad (Christian; Saint)
James Dean Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Joan of Arc (Positivist; Saint)
Maria Pia Mastena (Christian; Blessed)
St. Paul’s Feast
St. Peter & Paul’s Day (Chile, Venezuela)
St. Peter’s Eve
Paulus I (Christian; Saint)
Plutarch, Serenus, Hero, and others (Christian; Martyrs)
Thangka Unveiling at Tashihungpo (Buddhist Exhibition Festival; Tibet)
Vincenza Gerosa (Christian; Saint)
Vidovdan (Serbia)
Zamling Chisang (Universal Prayer Day; Tibet)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]
Historically Unlucky Day [4 of 11]
Prime Number Day: 179 [41 of 72]
Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 30 of 60)
Premieres
Baby Driver (Film; 2017)
Fame, by David Bowie with John Lennon (Song; 1975)
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Film; 2007) [#5]
A Saucerful of Secrets, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1968)
St. Elmo’s Fire (Film; 1985)
Superman Returns (Film; 2006)
White House Down (Film; 2013)
Yesterday (Film; 2019)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 179 of 2022; 186 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 2 of week 26 of 2022
Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 19 of 28]
Chinese: Month 5 (Púyuè), Day 30 (Ren-Zi)
Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)
Hebrew: 29 Sivan 5782
Islamic: 28 Dhu al-Qada 1443
J Cal: 29 Sol; Sevenday [29 of 30]
Julian: 15 June 2022
Moon: 0% New Moon
Positivist: 11 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Joan of Arc]
Runic Half Month: Foeh (Wealth) [Day 2 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 8 of 90)
Zodiac: Cancer (Day 8 of 30)
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Holidays
Army Day (Guatemala)
Clara Maass Day
Constitution Day (Ukraine)
Day of Soviet Occupation and Commemoration of the Victims of the Communist Totalitarian Regime (Moldova)
Dog Show Day
Family Day (Vietnam)
Festival of Terrible Poetry
Go Barefoot Around the House Day
Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]
Go See Some Live Theater Tonight
Insurance Awareness Day
International Body Piercing Day
INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY (also 10.22)
International Lightning Safety Day
International Parrothead Day
LGBTI Pride Day (Dia do Orgulho LGBTI; Brazil)
Long Letter Day
Mother’s Day (Kenya)
National Alaska Day
National Climate-Smart Skin Awareness Day
National Logistics Day
National Unity Day (Tajikistan)
Operation Red Wings Observance Day
Paul Bunyan Day
Poznań Remembrance Day (Poland)
Stonewall Rebellion Day
St. Vitus Day (Bosnia and Herzegovina)
Tau Day
Vidovdan (Bosnia and Herzegovina, Serbia)
Food & Drink Celebrations
National Ceviche Day
Tapioca Day
Fourth & Last Tuesday in June
National Columnists Day [4th Tuesday]
Feast Days
Basilides and Potamiana (Christian; Martyrs)
Irenaeus of Lyon (Western Christianity)
Heimerad (Christian; Saint)
James Dean Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Joan of Arc (Positivist; Saint)
Maria Pia Mastena (Christian; Blessed)
St. Paul’s Feast
St. Peter & Paul’s Day (Chile, Venezuela)
St. Peter’s Eve
Paulus I (Christian; Saint)
Plutarch, Serenus, Hero, and others (Christian; Martyrs)
Thangka Unveiling at Tashihungpo (Buddhist Exhibition Festival; Tibet)
Vincenza Gerosa (Christian; Saint)
Vidovdan (Serbia)
Zamling Chisang (Universal Prayer Day; Tibet)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]
Historically Unlucky Day [4 of 11]
Prime Number Day: 179 [41 of 72]
Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 30 of 60)
Premieres
Baby Driver (Film; 2017)
Fame, by David Bowie with John Lennon (Song; 1975)
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Film; 2007) [#5]
A Saucerful of Secrets, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1968)
St. Elmo’s Fire (Film; 1985)
Superman Returns (Film; 2006)
White House Down (Film; 2013)
Yesterday (Film; 2019)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 179 of 2022; 186 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 2 of week 26 of 2022
Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 19 of 28]
Chinese: Month 5 (Púyuè), Day 30 (Ren-Zi)
Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)
Hebrew: 29 Sivan 5782
Islamic: 28 Dhu al-Qada 1443
J Cal: 29 Sol; Sevenday [29 of 30]
Julian: 15 June 2022
Moon: 0% New Moon
Positivist: 11 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Joan of Arc]
Runic Half Month: Foeh (Wealth) [Day 2 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 8 of 90)
Zodiac: Cancer (Day 8 of 30)
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Top very interesting (not boring at all) activities for a baby in France!
Top very interesting (not boring at all) activities for a baby in France!
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