#March 20

[shisasan]

March 20, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[happybirthday-unusannus]

Happy 4th Birthday to

“We Tried a Labor Pain Simulator”

[dailykafka]

— March 20, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries

[that-rabbits-dynamite]

March 20th, is Dick Grayson's birthday!

fun fact: Dick's b-day has changed, Pre-Crisis it was November 11, Post-Crisis it was October 24, and finally Post-Zero Hour/Pre-Flashpoint/Pre-52/New Earth it's March 20

[1rabbitdaily]

🐇 Mar 20 2023

[on-this-day-mcr]

On this day, March 20

In 2023: My Chemical Romance performed their 68th show of the 2022-2023 Swarm tour in Warrang (Sydney), Australia. At this show, an unreleased song (titled "Eagles" on the paper setlist) was performed for the 12th time ever, with new lyrics. Gerard Way wore a dark grey skirt suit with white scleral contact lenses, and "UNKILLABLES" was written on the drum. (🖤)

Watch the show here!

@pedrovsr

[todaysdocument]

"Pfc. Johnnie Mae Welton, Negro WAC, laboratory technician trainee, conducts an experiment in the serology laboratory sf the Fort Jackson Station Hospital, Fort Jackson, SC."

Record Group 111: Records of the Office of the Chief Signal OfficerSeries: Photographs of American Military Activities

This black and white photograph shows Pfc. Johnnie Mae Walton, an African American woman in the Women’s Army Corp, sitting at a lab table.  She wears a military uniform and her hair is tied back.  She appears to be blowing through a straw into a test tube.  Three racks of test tubes are on the lab table before her.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Emotional

@jegulus-microfic March 20 Word count 901

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The second he entered the house, he knew.

“Salazar’s balls!” He muttered under his breath. Remus turned his face to glance at him while still watching the hallway ahead for whatever had upset Regulus. “Be wary of what you say, Lupin. In fact, stay silent.” Remus looked at him questionably but kept his mouth shut. “My parents are here.”

“Regulus!” Orion Black appeared from the kitchen. “We wondered where you had gotten to.” Orion had a huge smile plastered on his face as he strode across the hall and embraced a horrified Regulus. 

“Good—Good evening, Father. I thought Mother was going to send word when you decided to return home.” Orion pulled away but left his large hands on Regulus’s shoulders, a smile still adorning his face. 

“Your mother had some business to take care of in London, so I thought I’d accompany her and see my loving son.” Regulus had to work extremely hard to keep the perplexed look off his face. His father had never been this friendly to him before. His father had always been cold and distant with him, only interacting with his sons if he was forced to by his wife. 

Remus hadn’t moved a muscle since the Black patriarch had appeared, but he still caught Orion’s attention. “And who is this? I don’t think I’ve met your little friend. Introduce us Regulus.” Remus tensed. Regulus looked at him. He would have laughed at the way Orion had called Remus little when the young man towered over the elder Lord Black if the situation hadn’t been so odd. 

“An acquaintance from Hogwarts, Father. Remus Lupin.” Orion narrowed his eyes once Regulus had spoken his name.

“Hmmm,” Orion hummed as he took in Remus’s appearance. “You’re the young werewolf who is in a relationship with my eldest son.” Remus swallowed nervously as Regulus tried to get his father’s attention away from Remus. “Not now, Regulus.” Orion waved him away. “Now, tell me, Remus, how is Sirius? I hope you are treating him well, or else you’ll have me to answer to.” He chuckled as he slapped a hand to Remus’s back. 

Remus turned his head wide-eyed, staring at Regulus. 

“Papa, are you feeling alright?” Regulus asked, looking warily at his father. 

“Of course, why do you ask?” Orion said pleasantly, Turning away from Remus.

“You’re being friendly.” Orion’s face fell. Regulus suddenly felt very guilty. “Sorry, Papa. I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”

“No, no, it’s understandable. Why don’t you and Remus run along, and I’ll call you when dinner is ready.” The smile was back on his face. Regulus looked worriedly at his father before he decided he needed to ensure he didn’t mention what had just been said to Walburga. 

“Papa, you’re not going to tell Maman about what you just said about Remus?” He prayed he hadn’t just made a mistake. 

“So he is a spy then?” Both boys paled. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. Your secrets are safe with me.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe don’t mention how you know each other. You know how she reacts when you’re brother is mentioned.” 

The front door burst open as the last words left Orion’s mouth, and Walburga Black stood framed in the doorway. 

“Ah, a welcoming party, how kind.” Her sharp voice was free of any emotional tones. “Regulus, you are well, I presume?” Regulus shook the shock from himself, letting his mask fall back over his features.

“Yes, Maman. May I take your bag?” She thrust her dragon hide travel bag into his hands as she unclasped her cloak and threw it towards the wall, where a narrow cupboard opened and caught it before blending back into the wall again. 

“You appear to have a house guest, Regulus.” She sneered in Remus’s direction.

“Yes, I apologise, Maman. The Dark Lord paired us together for an assignment, and it was easier to keep him and less pungent than having to keep retrieving him from the wolf pack.” Her face turned up even more in disgust. 

“You brought a werewolf into our ancestral home?” She asked, her nostrils flaring. 

“I assure you, Maman, he is housebroken.” Her sneer turned to a smirk. 

“Well, as the Dark Lord has seen fit to pair you, I suppose I can allow it for a time.” Her eyes narrowed again. “Keep a close eye on the wolf. Do not let him wander where he pleases.” She left them in the hallway as she disappeared upstairs to her office. 

Orion smiled at them and patted them both on the shoulder before returning to the kitchen. 

“Well, that was pleasant,” Remus smirked down at Regulus. 

“Oh, shut up, wolf! Come on, let’s go warn the others.” 

They didn’t have long to let James know what had happened before they were called down to dinner. 

“I see you’re ‘friend’ hasn’t dressed for dinner,” Walburga noted as they sat, the three Blacks in their formal wear. Remus, to Regulus’s amusement, had rejected the lending of the dress robes Regulus had offered and didn’t blink at Walburga’s comments. 

The dinner went well. Orion was back to his silent self and barely spared a glance at Regulus. It wasn’t until she excused herself at the end of the meal that Orion opened up again. He cast a silencing charm on the dining room door. 

“So, you’re trying to kill the Dark Lord?”      

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[musickickztoo]

Lee "Scratch" Perry  *March 20, 1936

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A false rumor swept through Harlem on the night of March 19, 1935 that a black Puerto Rican teenager had been beaten by store employees for shoplifting. The resulting riot targeted property rather than people, and is thus considered the first "modern" race riot. This picture, taken the following day, shows a store window with signs declaring it a "colored store," saving it from destruction.

Photo: Associated Press

[followyourarrows]

March 20, 2024

[shisasan]

March 20, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[liltimfrance]

LILY-ROSE DEPP

Lily-Rose Depp spotted shopping at Erewhon Market in West Hollywood (March 20)

[fictional-birthdays]

Happy Birthday, Yuji Itadori! (Jujutsu Kaisen)

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 12, 20 mars 1887, Paris. Tapis de table de salle à manger. — Modèle de chez Mme Allais-Debet, rue Étienne-Marcel, 14. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Noir. Rose. Rouge. Vert. Orange. Bleu foncé. Bleu clair. Fond.

Black. Pink. Red. Green. Orange. Dark blue. Light blue. Background.

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Tapis pour table de salle à manger.

Ce tapis ne doit pas dépasser le dessus de la table, ou du moins le dépasser de fort peu; on le brode sur de la toile nattée ou, ce qui est plus joli, sur un fond mastic avec des laines de Hambourg de différentes couleurs. Notre dessin représente une partie du tapis; chaque point est fait sur 2 brins de hauteur et de largeur. Le bord extérieur du tapis est garni d'une frange à houppes.

Dining room table mat.

This mat must not exceed the top of the table, or at least exceed it very little; it is embroidered on woven canvas or, what is prettier, on a putty background with Hamburg wools of different colors. Our drawing represents part of the carpet; each stitch is made on 2 strands of height and width. The outer edge of the rug is trimmed with a tasseled fringe.

[alyandajsource]

iamaly: 🌼These days🌼