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— January 23, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries
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January Day 23 - Gargoyles
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"As I was moving ahead occasionally,
I saw brief glimses of Beauty..."
Jonas Mekas (december 24, 1922 - january 23, 2019)
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Today is Olivia Benson's birthday!
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lulublack90 · 3 months
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Prompt 23 - Perform
@jegulus-microfic January 23 Word count 762
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‘Knock-knock-knock.’ James woke to a firm banging on his bedroom door. 
“Yeah?” He called out, pulling the duvet up and covering his face. 
“You decent?” The kicker called through the door. 
“Enough,” James groaned. The door opened. 
“Fuck!” The person in the doorway groaned. “James, what the fuck are you playing at?” 
James was far too dozy to deal with questions he couldn’t understand. He popped his head back out of the duvet, cracking an eye open. Peering in the general direction of the door, a tall, skinny blur appeared. 
“Is that you, Remus?” He asked as his hand groped around his bedside table for his glasses. His fingers brushed against the cold metal of the frames, and he shoved them onto his face. The blurry figure instantly became clear. 
Remus was shaking his head at him. “What? What have I done?” Last night was a bit of a blur. He let the flashes of memories play in his mind. Dancing with Lily, falling over Sirius, drinking far, far, far too much and—and… 
He turned his head to the side so fast it gave an audible click. He froze at the sight, eyes wide and jaw dropped. 
“Oh, finally remembered about me, did you?” Regulus looked like he was trying extremely hard to keep a smirk off his face. James’s eyes flashed to Remus. Who had his eyebrows raised at him, waiting for an explanation. 
A thought drifted through his mind. Oh, god, did we do it?! He pulled the duvet up again, checking. He was relieved to see they both had underwear on. He turned to Regulus again, who had been covered by the duvet when James had pulled it up.  
“When did I take my clothes off? I don’t remember doing it.” Regulus leaned over stage-whispering. 
“You told me you were too hot and stripped down before I could blink.” James nodded. Okay, that did sound like something he would do.
“And what about you? Why are you only in your underwear?” Mischief sparkled in Regulus’s eyes. He moved closer, brushing his nose against James’s. His voice lowered, husky.
“You’re lucky I kept these on. Normally, I sleep completely butt-naked.” James collapsed into his pillow, letting out a groan. 
“Can you not?” He moaned. “Remus is standing right there.”
“And he can hear you! Just be glad Sirius is still passed out, and I am the one who came to sort you out.” 
James and Regulus reappeared from under the covers. Both looked sheepishly at Remus. 
“Sorry, Moony.”
“Sorry, Remus.” They both apologised. 
“You’d better be.” The stern look on his face turned to exasperation. “You two have to perform like none of this ever happened. Because believe me, if Sirius finds out you two ended up mostly naked in bed together after how drunk you got James. He’s going to kill you.”
“Wait, kill both of us or just James?” Regulus asked, snickering. He was having a lot more fun than he should have been. 
“Well, of course, just James. He’ll probably only give you his disappointed face. You know, not share his chips with you for a week. Or something.” James looked entirely put out. Regulus reached over and mussed up his hair. 
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll remember you fondly.” Regulus snickered again, a wicked grin spreading across his face. 
“That, that right there.” Remus pointed between them. “Yeah, you can’t do that. He’ll sniff you out in a second.” Regulus turned his attention to Remus, narrowing his eyes. 
“And what if we want him to find out?” He said petulantly. Remus rolled his eyes. 
“Seriously. You want this to be what you tell him is the beginning of your relationship.” 
“Hey, hey! Who said anything about a relationship?” Regulus threw his hands into the air as though trying to slow everything down in the room. 
“So now he freaks out.” James throws his hands up as well, imitating Regulus. Regulus glared at him, and James stared right on back. 
“Don’t start, James.” 
“I’m not starting anything. You started with the dramatics.”
“Well, I’m sorry. But he started throwing around the big words.” He jabbed his finger in Remus’s direction. Remus hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. 
“When you two have stopped bickering…” He stopped, raising his head to the door as it clicked open. 
“James? I don’t feel very well.” Sirius padded into the bedroom to the end of the bed and looked sadly over at James. He stood and blinked a few times, taking in the scene. “Oh, what the fuck!”
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you’ve grown up so much, you know that?
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dream accidentally saying “process” in george’s accent
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Memorial of the American Convention for Promoting the Abolition of Slavery, signed at Philadelphia, praying that Congress will prohibit the importation of slaves into the Territory of Louisiana, lately ceded to the United States
Record Group 233: Records of the U.S. House of RepresentativesSeries: Records of Early House Select CommitteesFile Unit: Petitions and Memorials, Resolutions of State Legislatures, and Related Documents Which Were Referred to Various Select Committees during the 8th Congress
To the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled - The American Convention for promoting the abolition of Slavery and improving the condition of the African Race beg leave respectfully to propose for your consideration, the utility and propriety of passing such Laws as shall prohibit the importation of Slaves into the Territory of Louisiana lately ceded to the United States. Your Memorialists feel themselves deeply impressed with this important subject, and they deem it their duty to solicit most earnestly your serious attention to the proposition. They believe that wisdom and sound Policy are so intimately united by their Eternal Parent that Man cannot separate them with impunity. If wisdom urge the performance of any particular Act, if it command the formation and establishment of any specific Law, the soundest Policy will be evinced by obedience to that injunction. True Virtue, the Offering of Wisdom, teaches Man to love his fellow Man, and enjoins him to perform all that may be within the compass of his Abilities, for the general happiness of his Species. When national Governments comply with this benevolent and sublime Law, they become the Providential Instruments of national blessings, but when they oppose or disregard its dictates, their Constituents must necessarily feel, sooner or later, all the Calamities which follow such Opposition or Neglect. Our Ancestors have, unhappily, entailed on some of our States, the evils of Slavery. Many of our fellow Citizens in those States, we believe are mournfully sensible of the magnitude of their [Burthen?], but they know and feel that Man may commit Error with more facility than he can eradicate its consequences. Your Memorialists entreat you to reflect on to consider with impartial attention, the dangers and difficulties before you, and beseech you with deep concern, to foreserve the Country, whose regulations depend on your Wisdom, from similar calamities. They also respectfully suggest to you, that while the Constitution of the United States declares all Men equally entitled to Liberty, they cannot conceive our Government as acting consistently with its declarations, if it shall, in any instance, authorize Man to enslave unoffending Man. In compliance with law distinguishing [illegible] of [illegible] national [illegible] a former Congress judged it expedient to introduce among its regulations for the government of the Northwester Territory, a provision resembling that 206 whichwhich your Memorialists now suggest to you. There is another Consideration to which your Memorialists feel themselves bound to call to your attention. While the Governments of Europe are shaken by civil discord, or surrounded by the incalculable cruelties and horrors of national Warfare, a beneficent and overruling Providence has been pleased to preserve for our Country, the blessings of Peace, to grant us new proofs of his goodness, and to place us in a condition of prosperity unrivalled in the records of History. Does it not become the duty of a Nation so crowned with the blessings of Peace and Plenty and Happiness to manifest its gratitude to the whole World by acts of Justice and Virtue? For the true Honor of our Country - from benevolence towards the future possessors of our newly acquired Soil, your Memorialists hope you will hear and grant their request. And with all the respect which is due to the Representatives of a free People, they subscribe themselves cordially your Friends and fellow Citizens. Signed by order, and on behalf of the Convention Matthew Franklin Pres Philadelphia Jany 13th 1804 Attest [illegible] Alsop
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dailykafka · 1 year
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January 23, 1922 | Franz Kafka diaries
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chic-a-gigot · 3 months
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La Mode nationale, no. 3, 23 janvier 1897, Paris. No. 10. — Corsage-veste. Bibliothèque nationale de France
No. 10. — Corsage-veste en velours vert saule, ouvert sur un plastron de satin même nuance, avec col montant rabattu garni de chinchilla. Grands revers, col garnis de la même fourrure, basques ondulées, brandebourgs retenant la veste au bas de la taille.
Manches gigot à parements garnis de fourrure. Capote de velours vert saule, ornée sur le côté par un large nœud papillon, à cœur brillant, d'où s'échappe une aigrette colonel.
No. 10. — Bodice-jacket in willow green velvet, open on a bib of same shade of satin, with high turn-down collar trimmed with chinchilla. Large lapels, collar trimmed with the same fur, wavy basques, frogs holding the jacket at the bottom of the waist.
Gigot sleeves with fur-trimmed facings. Willow green velvet cape, decorated on the side with a large bow tie, with a shiny heart, from which a colonel egret escapes.
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Django Reinhardt *January 23, 1910
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Taylor Swift out and about in New York City recently!
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🐇 Jan 22 2023
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