#July 31

[tswiftupdatess]

"The Eras Tour" is this week's Variety cover story:

"Biggest World Tour Of All Time. How Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour Took Over the Entire World."

(July 31, 2024)

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟹𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: July 31. But I will write in spite of everything, absolutely; it is my struggle for self-preservation. END ID]

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“5 Products to Grow Your Patchy Beard”

[samsamscomicbook]

HAPPY 37TH BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST MOVIE EVERRR ! 🎉

I will be eating noodles n rewatching the movie to celebrate 🥳

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée Chalamet spotted arriving at the Beverly Hills Hotel this morning (7/31/2024) ✨✨✨

IG credit to chalametphotos

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Goodfellow’s Tree Kangaroo (Dendrolagus goodfellowi)

(Photo from World Association of Zoos and Aquariums)

Conservation Status- Endangered

Habitat- Indonesia; Papua New Guinea

Size (Weight/Length)- 6 kg; 80 cm

Diet- Fruits; Leaves; Flowers; Insects

Cool Facts- Looking like a mix between a red panda and a red kangaroo, the Goodfellow’s tree kangaroo is an example of evolution at its finest. Lacking many of the adaptations of tree climbing mammals such as a prehensile tail and reversible ankles, these tree kangaroos are distant relatives of red kangaroos on mainland Australia. However, their extremely strong forelimbs and hooked claws allow them to travel in the trees like a squirrel. The Goodfellow’s tree kangaroo lives almost completely in the trees and can jump directly to the ground from over nine meters up in a tree. The main threat towards Goodfellow’s tree kangaroos is illegal poaching and habitat loss. Unfortunately, tree kangaroos have recently been taken into the illegal pet trade with people looking for adorable exotic animals to call their own despite the consequences these practices have on wild Goodfellow's tree kangaroos.

Rating- 13/10 (One of the cutest faces in the animal kingdom.)

[bettyfrommars]

Happy Anniversary to this badass film.

Imagine it’s 1987 and we’re all meeting up at the mall to watch this.

[fuckthispost-andhappybirthday]

July 31: Happy Birthday Scorch (Beanie Babies)!!!!

[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Age

@jegulus-microfic July 31, Word count 994

This is the final part of the Apple Core series

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James had been worried that Regulus would struggle to furnish his new flat and had offered to buy him what he needed, no strings attached. But Regulus had been smart. After he’d watched what happened to his brother, left penniless and with nothing but the clothes on his back, he made a contingency plan. Every pound he made went into a separate bank account to which only he had access and now had a healthy little nest egg, albeit a slightly smaller one after their shopping spree. 

James had sweet-talked the assistant in the furniture shop into giving Regulus a nice discount on the pieces he’d picked out. Everything was loaded up onto the truck as Regulus paid and was being unloaded by the time they’d walked the short distance back to the flat. 

“Did you buy the whole shop or something?” Sirius snorted as he waited on the street. 

“Something like that,” Regulus grinned. 

Sirius insisted on helping take the heavy items upstairs. So James suggested that Regulus wait on the street and keep an eye on his things.

It took an age to get everything upstairs. Sirius left them to unpack while he went to help Remus with the café.

“Wow, this sofa’s comfortable,” James said as he bounced up and down on it a few times, settling in.

“Hey, you can sit later, come and help me put the bed together,” Regulus ordered. James didn’t argue. He hopped up and followed Regulus into the bedroom. It was a bit of a squeeze putting it all together but eventually, there was a bed. 

“Now for the best bit,” James waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Regulus. Regulus jumped up and put his hands over the wriggling brows. “I meant unrolling the mattress. Gees Regulus get your head out of the gutter.” That earned him a few huffs and light smacks to his chest. He hauled the heavy box in and upturned it, letting the compressed mattress slowly slide out. “Want to do the honours?” He asked, holding up the little bag opener that came with the mattress. Regulus took it, and with his tongue poking out between his lips as he concentrated, he drew a long straight line down the plastic and watched as the squashy mattress expanded out of its casing. They both flopped onto it side by side. 

“I think I picked the right mattress. Regulus groaned as the memory foam cradled his body.

“I could get used to this,” James sighed, reaching his arms further up the bed until they brushed against the wooden headboard. 

“Oi, you two, if you’re shagging, stop and get down here, it’s barbecue time!” Sirius shouted up the stairs to them. With big sighs, James and Regulus reluctantly left the bed and trudged down the stairs. 

Sirius and Remus lived around the corner in a sweet little ground-floor flat that came with a garden. It was a lot bigger and a lot nicer than the one Regulus now lived in, but they’d put a lot of effort into making it that way. 

James walked straight through and started getting the barbecue set up. Sirius and Remus were useless when it came to getting the thing going and James quite enjoyed watching the fire light. Regulus came up behind him and watched as he piled the coals just right and added the firelighters. He stuck the long lighter in and clicked the button until the flame lit and held it near the firelighters. It didn’t take much and then heat blasted out of the base. 

“Want the tour?” He asked, waving at the flat. 

“Yeah, okay,” Regulus gave a half smile, but followed James back into the flat. He started in the living room. 

“They’ve got a very soft sofa as well,” James grinned, bouncing on it the same way he had on Regulus’s earlier. 

“If you break it, Potter, you’re paying for another one. Remember last time?” Remus poked his head out of the kitchen and raised his brow. James flushed as he remembered their old sofa that had broken in half when he’d had one too many and tried to wrestle it. 

“Er, yeah, sorry, Moony,”

“You broke a sofa?!” Regulus whispered unbelievably to him when Remus was out of sight. 

“Yeah, but it was old and buggered before I tried to put it in a headlock.” He tried to explain. Regulus shook his head in disbelief. 

“Right show me the rest of this flat then,” 

James showed him the bathroom, and they poked their heads into the bedroom. Regulus didn’t linger once he saw what was on the bedside table. They finally went to look in the kitchen. It was tiny but Sirius and Remus had made good use of the small space. Every scrap of counter, however, was full of dishes for their meal. 

“Right start taking this stuff out,” Sirius ordered as he finished mixing some sort of salad dressing. 

James and Remus cooked while Sirius handed out beers, and they sat down in the warm sun to eat. James was stuffed but still had room for a few toasted marshmallows. He looked over at Regulus and Sirius scrolling through TicTok together, laughing at the videos. He felt incredibly happy and lucky and all over a dropped apple core. They might just be starting out, but he could already see the mending relationship between the two brothers, so even if they didn’t work out, he’d always be glad Regulus had that, he’d make sure of it. 

“WHAT THE ACTUAL!!!” Sirius yelled at the phone in his hands. He began furiously scrolling through videos, getting redder and redder. James peeked over his shoulder and paled. Sirius had stumbled onto Wormtail’s account. James grabbed Regulus’s hand and whispered in his ear.

“Scarper?!” The other man nodded. James blew a kiss to Remus and then raced out of the place, Sirius’s ranting following them down the street as they headed back to Regulus's flat. 

Second part of the series (Wolfstar)

[todaysdocument]

Wreath laying ceremony at the Gandhi Memorial

Collection RN-WHPO: White House Photo Office Collection (Nixon Administration)Series: Nixon White House Photographs

This color photograph shows President Richard Nixon holding a large wreath of white flowers and laying it on a large slab of dark stone.  There are already many flowers arranged on the memorial.  Nixon wears a dark suit, while the Indian officials around him mostly wear white.  First Lady, Pat Nixon, stands a little bit behind the president in a white dress.  The memorial is surrounded by a low stone wall.  Beyond that is a manicured lawn and then a tan-colored stone building.

[dailykafka]

— July 31, 1914 / Franz Kafka diaries

[tswiftupdatess]

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟹𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟽 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹 [ID: July 31. Sit in a train, forget the fact, and live as if you were at home; but suddenly recollect where you are, feel the onward-rushing power of the train, change into a traveler, take a cap out of your bag, meet your fellow travelers with a more sovereign freedom, with more insistence, let yourself be carried toward your destination by no effort of your own, enjoy it like a child, become a darling of the women, feel the perpetual attraction of the window, always have at least one hand extended on the window sill. Same situation, more precisely stated: Forget that you forgot, change in an instant into a child traveling by itself on an express train around whome the speeding, trembling car materializes in its every fascinating detail as if out of magician's hand. END ID]

[chunnies]

ITS LEONS BIRTHDAY!!

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 31, 31 juillet 1909, Paris. Écharpe de mousseline de soie. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Écharpe mousseline de soie à pois brodés, gris taupe, garnie en bas d'effilés de soie du même ton.

La plaque du dos se fait en carton recouvert de satin taupe ou noir, brodée ou soutachée du même ton, on peut également garnir cette écharpe d'une boucle en métal remplaçant la plaque brodée.

The back plate is made of cardboard covered with taupe or black satin, embroidered or braided in the same tone, this scarf can also be decorated with a metal buckle replacing the embroidered plate.

Métrage: 3 mètres mousseline soie en 120.

[romanticnyctophile-nabila]

ROAR Chittagong,ROAR with all might,

Please all my Bangladeshi ভাই/বোন, there'll be tons of distractions (investigation results, unqualified entitled opinions, 90's kids), do not let them occupy your head. These are nothing but distractions to weaken the movement.

Credit: Bangladesh Archive 2024 (Facebook)