#September 28

[riphertoshreds]

Debbie Harry performing in Paris, 1978. Photographed by Jean-Louis Rancurel at the Stadium in Paris on September 26, 1978.

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[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 39, vol. 33, 28 septembre 1912, Paris. Robe en “charmeuse" enrichie de dentelle d’or. Epaulette de fourrure retenant la traîne. (“Charmeuse” dress enriched with gold lace. Fur epaulette holding the train.) Dentelle de Milton Abelson. Regent House, Regent Street, London w. Imp. L. Lafontaine, Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France

[another-chaotic-bisexual-vampire]

seward waking up after a good 9 hours of sleep like

[shisasan]

September 28, 1939 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)

[katherine-multifandom]

Happy anniversary!!! 💙💚

[sunnynwanda]

Hero groans, peeling their eyes open. The world is upside down and swaying, red lights flashing around them. They try to take a deep breath, but their ribcage hurts like a bitch, ripping a strangled moan from their dry lips. Pain pulses through every little nerve in their body, the damp air making their nostrils flare and toes curl.

Hero grits their teeth, taking several shallow breaths to calm themself and focus. They try to turn around, but the chains around their middle forbid the movement, their back flush against something. Or someone.

Villain.

They finally register that they're chained back to back and hanging upside down. This could only mean one thing - they know. And whoever they are doesn't matter because Hero and Villain are screwed regardless. They got caught, and judging by the fact that Villain is chained up too - this won't end well. Before they can think of any way out, a choked whimper tears from Villain's throat, making Hero's entire body shudder.

"Shh, you're okay," they try to sound as confident as possible even though they cannot see what state Villain is in. Something tells them it's for the better that they can't. "You're okay. I'm here."

"How is that any better?" Villain croaks out, struggling against the restraints. Hero stills, gulping thickly. They need to think of a solution, and they need it now.

"At least you're not alone?" Hero suggests in an attempt to sound lighthearted - all the while searching for ways to get out before Villain starts losing it.

"I'd much rather have you come to save me, not be trapped here with me," Villain comments in a deadpan voice. Hero chuckles, leaning their head back against Villain's shoulder.

"Too bad I cannot breathe without you right by my side then," they smile, keeping their voice soft despite the physically straining position. Their head is threatening to explode, pulse pounding against their temples.

"Not the time, Hero," Villain would glare at them given a chance. Or yell at the gods above and curse fate for creating Hero the way they are and having them fall for the worst option possible. The worst option being Villain.

"It's always the time to be romantic," Hero counters, trying to diffuse the tension. They search for Villain's hand and interlock their fingers, squeezing them for grounding.

"All I see is red lights..." Villain groans, a rumbling sound flooding their hearing. They can feel the vibration in their bones, the power surging in their chest, blocking their throat.

"Vil, close your eyes," Hero says, their demeanour shifting to pure urgency - they need to move fast. "You hear me?"

Villain obliges, closing their eyes to dissociate from the flashing lights, the colour evoking the primal rage within them. They don't want to let it flow, especially not with Hero nearby.

"Who is it?" Hero asks in a doomed attempt at distraction. "Your agency or mine?" They press back, hoping that the full-body contact will tame the beast that is their secret lover. Well, it's not so hidden anymore, it seems.

"Both," they can sense the difference in Villain's voice, their tone having gone from concerned to eerily serene. "I... need you to hold me back," Villain mutters under their breath. "They won't survive me."

"I know, baby," Hero finally manages to free a hand, now working faster, frantic in the face of the impending catastrophe. "Give me a second. I'll get you out..."

"I'm losing..." Villain pleads, their eyes filling with tears until they drip over their cheeks, leaving watery trails behind.

"No, no," Hero protests, lifting themself up to loosen the chains around their ankles. Their body drops to the ground with a loud thud, the fall rattling their broken - and most likely dislocated - ribs. They spring to their feet, glancing around for means to free Villain. "I'm here.. Come on, we gotta get out of here."

Hero gently lowers them to the ground before lifting them to their feet and draping Villain's arm over their shoulders. Just as they are about to escape, the door swings open, allowing a group of both their former teammates to flood the place.

Villain's eyes widen in pure terror - except it's not fear for their life. Oh, no. It's fear of the damage they can inflict. The harm they can do once they...

Too late.

"I've already lost control," Villain mutters, their lips shaking uncontrollably. They try to pull away when Hero's hand wraps around their neck, forcing them to meet their gaze. But this time around, Hero doesn't try to hold them back. They don't try to stop or control the vicious force lurking beneath the surface. Instead, they caress Villain's face in a tender gesture before whispering with a tinge of twisted pleasure. "Wreck them."

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A/N: Hi loves!

Today's my birthday so I figured I should do something for my favourite bunch xD Consider this an appreciation story because I am extremely thankful for this community in general and our little bubble that we've established here 🙏

Thank you for spending your time on something that means so much to me. Thank you for the love and support you offer me every day. Simply thank you.

Love you 💛☀️

xo Sunny

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[dailykafka]

— September 28, 1917 / Franz Kafka diaries

[lulublack90]

Prompt 28 - Plant

@jegulus-microfic September 28, Word count 341

After throwing mooncalf fertiliser at Snape yesterday afternoon in Herbology, James found himself spending his Saturday afternoon re-potting Dittany seedlings and pruning the Fanged Geraniums. 

“Why the hell does Sprout need so many Dittany plants?!” James grumbled. He’d been there for hours, filling each new pot with soil, carefully removing the tiny seedlings from their trays, and gently replanting them in their new homes. Professor Sprout had banned him from using magic to do the job. 

James sat back on the stone floor of the greenhouse, stretching his arms above his head and letting out a low groan when his sore back cracked. He shuddered as his arms dropped back down to his sides, and if it hadn’t been so quiet in there, he wouldn't have heard the almost silent intake of breath on the other side of the Venomous Tentacular. The plant seemed oddly docile, considering there was someone standing beside it.

James leant sideways and peered as far around the plant as he could and toppled sideways when he saw who was standing there. 

Regulus Black stepped forward when James hit the ground but stopped himself after only a few steps.

“Are you alright?” Regulus asked, his voice a cold drawl. James smirked. 

“Yeah, you made me jump. I thought I was the only one dumb enough to get detention on Saturday in the greenhouses,” He eyed Regulus up, wondering what he could have done to annoy Sprout that much. 

“You are, I’m here to replenish my potion ingredients,” Regulus told him. 

“Oh, so you’re stealing then?” James grinned mischievously at him. He was almost certain that Professor Sprout had given Regulus permission to gather a few ingredients, but James loved winding him up. Regulus scowled at him. “Come on, I’ll give you a hand. Anything to get me away from these seedlings,” James stood and stretched again, his shirt lifting as he did, revealing the golden skin beneath. That time, he definitely heard the hitch in Regulus’s breath. He was going to have so much fun with this. 

[todaysdocument]

Seals and Sea Lions--St. Paul

Record Group 370: Records of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric AdministrationSeries: Central Photographic Files Relating to Environmental Problems and Remediation Activities, Social and Economic Life on the Pribilof Islands, Alaska

Original Caption: A seal at English Bay.

This color photograph shows a large seal on a grassy hill.  Its mouth is wide open.

[cant-think-of-a-good-one]

how do you decide which project or thing to do next?

queue - continue the thing you started earliest

stack - continue the thing you started most recently

tape - other system

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 39, vol. 28, 28 septembre 1907, Paris. Costume de drap garni de larges tresses. Gilet de soie broché. (Cloth suit trimmed with large braids. Brocaded silk waistcoat.) Création de Bèchoff-David, place Vendôme. Imp. d'Art L. Lafontaine, Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France

[shisasan]

September 28, 1939 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)

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Animal of the Day!

Bastard Eel (Gymnothorax miliaris)

(Photo by Kevin Bryant)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Western Atlantic Ocean

Size (Weight/Length)- 70 cm

Diet- Small fish; Mollusks; Crustaceans

Cool Facts- The bastard eel, or the goldentail moray, is an active and avid hunter. Once the sun sets, the eel leaves their daytime lair to go on the prowl. When a fish is in reach, the bastard eel snaps forward. Its first set of jaws ensnare the fish and then their second set of pharyngeal jaws deeper in their throat latch on to pull the prey deeper into their mouth. Bastard eels have another name, the banana eel. Most times, bastard eels have distinct, tiny spots while the banana eel morph has larger spots that makes them look like a bruised banana.

Rating- 13/10 (A wiggly, bitey banana that’s a bit of a bastard.)