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If King Charles dies on or before March 25th, 2024, he will technically be the shortest-reigning king in English history.
Anyway, like to charge, reblog to cast.
#king charles#king charles iii#king edward#king edward viii#march 25#the royal leech#royal family#britain#lmao#like to charge#reblog to cast
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— March 25, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries
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On this day, March 25
In 2014: My Chemical Romance released a greatest hits compilation album titled "May Death Never Stop You". This album contained the single "Fake Your Death", a selection of tracks from all four of their previously released studio albums, as well as three previously unreleased demos: "Skylines and Turnstiles (demo version)", "Cubicles (demo version)" and "Knives/Sorrows (demo version of "Our Lady of Sorrows". (🖤)
Stream "May Death Never Stop You" here!
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Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce out and about earlier today!
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Am I avoiding the shitstorm that is social media right now by scrolling through Larry manips on Pinterest? 100%
Here’s some of my favorites
#louis tomlinson#harry styles#larry#larry stylinson#Larry manips#Larry manip#larry stylinson edits#Larry stylinson manips#March 25
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eyeliner — @jegulus-microfic — word count: 836.
(and i find myself running home to your sweet nothings)
The mist from the shower escapes behind him as James exits the bathroom, and he blinks at the blurry figure of Regulus leaning over the dresser mirror. With affection tightening in his stomach and terribly nearsighted eyes, James approaches.
His fingers loosen the towel around the back of his neck and he narrows his eyes before moving forward and sliding his arms around the pearly waist. James traces with his thumb the J he knows is tattooed on his hipbone, and his lips find their way home to the crook between Regulus' shoulder and neck.
“Hello,” He says, his voice just a faint murmur. The skin under his fingers tingles and James smiles. “What are you doing, hm?”
Regulus snorts.
However, his back remains relaxed, no hint of rigidity attached to his shoulders. He keeps bending over doing James doesn't know what in his face, because he's not wearing his glasses and frankly he's too happy only enjoying the scent of sandalwood on Regulus' skin.
"Makeup,” He responds, and seems focused. James hums, his nose on Regulus’ black curls. His fingers squeeze the flesh of his hips. “Don't you dare.”
James leaves a kiss on the back of his neck. “To do what, angel?”
Regulus flinches at the nickname, pleased and as embarrassed as James knows he always is when he calls him that.
“You know it, James.”
His fingers easily find the waistband of Regulus' pants, and he rests his cheek on his bony shoulder. “I'm just offering moral support for whatever you're doing.”
“Makeup,” Regulus replies again, and James knows his ears are red. He doesn't wear his glasses, but when he leans in to get a better, closer look at Regulus' face, he blinks. “We're going out today because we promised Dora, and we're not going to lie in that bed until we get back.”
James' fingers pause, but his smile doesn't falter. He is particularly interested now in the moles that furrow Regulus' left cheek, a decidedly large one on his jaw that he is accustomed to worshiping as a believer in the Faith.
“But we don't need to lie down so I—”
“No.”
“You didn't even let me finish.” James snorts.
It’s only when Regulus shifts slightly in his embrace to leave what James thinks now is a black pencil because of the shape on the dresser that they embrace face to face.
James blinks several times and inhales. “Oh.”
He can see Regulus' framed face.
The pale skin and the mole under his shiny and sticky lips, probably from the gloss. His grayish eyes have longer lash windows than before, and are surrounded by a soft black line.
His breath catches.
Regulus hums. “I know what you meant,” And despite his verbal refusal, he wraps the back of James' neck with warm touch. “Because you’re touching me like you want to eat me.”
The blood in his veins warms pleasantly and his mouth goes dry.
“You're beautiful,” James blurts out quickly. Lost in thought, he finds home again in his waist. He adds, amazement underscoring the fervor, longing and desire: “And I want to eat you.”
The blush dusting Regulus' cheeks makes him want to bite him. Bite it on the cheeks, bite it on the neck, bite it on the chest, arms, stomach and along the legs. Bite to show his love, to show that he belongs to James; his to kiss, his to adore, his to protect.
That’s it, love. Stay here between my mouth and my arms, where I can have you and protect you, his heart seems to sing.
“James,” Regulus whines, his voice almost pleading and his gaze as soft as butter, despite the dark, sexy contrast of the eyeliner. “Jamie.”
Oh, and how much James loves the honey that drips from his mouth when he calls him like that.
“Yes, angel?”
His lips touch.
“We have to go.” Regulus gasps a little, his chin craning to meet James' mouth in a hungry kiss.
Any part of James' body that Regulus touches with dancing fingers burns.
He sighs, nibbling on his lip.
Regulus tastes like a strawberry and has lipstick smudged in the corners. He doesn't dislike that. He finds it certainly endearing. “Yeah, sure, we are leaving now. Just let me tell you how beautiful you are tonight, hm? Black looks so good on your eyes.”
A chill runs down Regulus' spine.
James' hair is slightly wetting both of their clothes, but neither of them seem to care at all about that detail.
“…Thank you.” It's just an affectionate murmur, but it warms James' soul from the inside out.
Well, it's common knowledge that James Potter is screwed; destroyed and united at the same time under the feet of Regulus. An unspoken agreement between lovers; the earth dependent on the moon and the stars to exhale all the air from its lungs daily.
He's in love and wants to rip his boyfriend off of those damn tight pants and to kiss his eyeliner until the next day.
“Any time, love,” His hand playfully pats Regulus' ass. “By the way, have you seen my glasses?”
The sound of Regulus' laughter echoes in his chest.
#march 25#1k words or less#by: regulusunset#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#marauders#jegulus comfort#march prompt#starchaser#domestic fluff
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3/25/24-Timothée is also a producer for ‘A Complete Unknown’ according to Deadline. The director also thanks Bob Dylan for his support and archived music.
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I said I would probably not post today however I am urgently popping up for this awesome fellow
Happy Greek Independence Day 💙🤍🇬🇷🤍💙
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#greece#europe#Greek Independence Day#march 25#march 25th#Greek Revolution#Greek war of independence#Greeks#Greek people
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Happy 4th Birthday to
“Reddit 50/50: Two Player Edition”
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Prompt 25 - Eyeliner
@jegulus-microfic March 25 Word count 746
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Regulus felt every hair on his body bristle. He had to think quickly. He was glad that he’d had barely drunk anything and had chosen a coffee after dinner.
He pasted a wide, dozy smile and spun around to face Lucius a little too fast. He made sure to stumble sideways, and had to use one of the bookcases to catch him before he fell on the floor.
“Lucius!” He cried over loud as he threw his arms open. “Thank, Salazar, you found me! I got turned around and ended up in here,” He let his eyes un-focus and blinked heavily a few times as though to clear them. “But Lucius, Lucius, did you know you have an original copy of Hélas, Je me suis Transfiguré Les Pieds!” He pointed at the crumbling pages of the script from the Middle Ages.
Lucius’s eyes narrowed, clearly still suspicious. Regulus didn’t miss the way his eyes flashed to the diary behind him.
“I did, Regulus. It is one of Narcissa's favourites. She has spent a fortune getting it restored.” He held out his arm. “Come, your Mother is wondering where you are.”
Regulus allowed himself to be walked back to the drawing room. He made a fool of himself and begged Lucius not to tell his mother how drunk he was.
“You’re such a good friend, Lucius.” He gushed as he grabbed Lucius’s arm as they walked down another corridor. “I’m so glad Cissa married you.”
By the time they got back, Lucius had an extremely smug look on his face.
“Poor boy got turned around and went down the wrong hall and ended up in the Library.” He chuckled smoothly, wrapping his arm around Regulus’s shoulder and manoeuvring him to his seat.
“Regulus did always love his books,” Orion barked out a laugh. “He would spend all day in ours if we allowed it.”
No more was said about Regulus’s adventure as Candy brought them another bottle of Cognac. Regulus made sure to ask for more coffee and tapped the side of the cup with a grin on his face when Lucius caught his eye.
Regulus kept as quiet as possible while still acting drunk. He pretended to drink a few more cups of coffee before they finally called it a night. It was later than he thought they’d be out, and he was concerned about how long Remus had been locked in his room.
They made their goodbyes. Lucius whispered into his ear when it was his turn with Regulus.
“Are you sure you’re sober enough to apparate?” Regulus was unsure if the concern in his voice was genuine or not.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’ve had plenty of coffee now.” He smiled as he clasped Lucius’s hands in his.
Orion and Walburga went first, and he followed seconds after.
Walburga was waiting for him. Her nostrils flared, and her jaw set.
“Come now, Walburga dear. Those drinks were far more alcoholic than they tasted. I’m sure he had no idea how much they would affect him.” Orion tried to placate his wife.
“Then he should learn to control himself when he overindulges.” She said coldly. She slipped her wand from her sleeve and pointed it at him. Regulus fell to his knees, only gasping once at the unexpected pain. It wasn’t crucio he knew that. But all the same, it felt like his core was on fire.
She removed him from her spell and glared down at him. Slowly, he stood and schooled his features to hide all signs of pain.
“I apologise, Mother. It won’t happen again.” He bowed his head to her. “Please excuse me. I had better go and let the dog out before he messes up the room.” He bowed again and headed upstairs.
He removed the wards and opened the door, expecting Remus to be standing there furious, but he was sitting on the bed shaking.
“Remus, are you okay?” He took a nervous step into the room.
“Close the door,” Remus’s voice was high and strained. Regulus quickly shut the door and threw up a couple of silencing charms.
“Remus, what’s wrong?” Remus snorted and burst out laughing. He threw his head back and howled with laughter. He held up the mirror that Regulus hadn’t noticed he was holding, and there was Sirius’s face, beet red with very wonky eyeliner.
Regulus folded in on himself and laughed hard. Letting all the tension he’d felt from Malfoy Manor go.
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#march 25#jegulus#jegulus microfic#jegulus fanfiction#jegulus fic#regulus black#james potter#dead gay wizards#regulus arcturus black#james fleamont potter#remus lupin#orion black#walburga black#narcissa malfoy#lucius malfoy#james x regulus#regulus x james#regulus and james#james potter x regulus black#james and regulus#eyeliner
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Nine-year-old Helen Stor, clad in Bohemian native dress, holds coin boxes against Hitler that will circulate on March 25, 1939, when a "Stop Hitler" parade was planned. Rabbi Stephen S. Wise was honorary grand marshal for the parade, which was sponsored by the American Council to Combat Nazi Invasion. They said they expected 250,000 to attend. Unfortunately, it took more than a parade to stop Hitler.
Photo: Associated Press via the Berkshire Eagle
#vintage New York#1930s#anti-Hitler#March 25#25 March#parade#coin box#American Council to Combat Nazi Invasion#pre-WWII#Nazis#anti-Nazi#vintage NYC
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HAPPY 45TH BIRTHDAY, LEE PACE!!!
#happy birthday#happy birthday 2024#march 25#march 2024#lee pace#lgbtq#actor#pushing daisies#guardians of the galaxy#captain marvel#ronan the accuser#hobbit trilogy#halt and catch fire#aries
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HAPPY GET REKT SAURON DAY
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On this day, March 25
In 2023: My Chemical Romance performed their 69th show of the 2022-2023 Swarm tour at Punkspring in Tokyo, Japan. At this show, Gerard Way wore a dark grey skirt suit with white scleral contact lenses and fake blood dripping from the side of his head, and "GEMINI" was written on the drums. (🖤)
岸田哲平
#how lucky we are that it is cherry blossoms#this is the only show i couldn't find a complete or near complete recording of to link :(#swarm era#March 25#2023#ID in alt#MCR tokyo#tour date
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Taylor Swift with Travis Kelce in the Bahamas!
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Ain't Politics Grand?
Record Group 46: Records of the U.S. SenateSeries: Berryman Political Cartoon Collection
This cartoon depicts "Mr. Taxpayer" reveling in all the attention as the Republican elephant, Democratic donkey, and Progressive goat try to outdo each other. With the 1924 Presidential and congressional elections only two weeks away, politicians of all parties were promising lower taxes to woo voters.
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