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SORRY *RUNS TOWARDS YOU REALY FAST* ITS JAMES POTTERS BIRTHDAY *STOPS IN FRONT OF YOU* HES 64! INCREDIBLE! *CONTINUES RUNNING PAST YOU* ITS JAMES POTTERS BIRTHDAY!
#james potter#march 27#marauders#regulus black#sirius black#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker#black brothers#remus lupin
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Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce out and about in the Bahamas!
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— March 27, 1914 / Franz Kafka diaries
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Timothée Chalamet at the Oscars on March 27, 2022
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Happy 4th Birthday to
“Having an Adventure in VR Chat Because We Can't Go Outside”
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Officers of 366th Infantry Regiment
Record Group 336: Records of the Office of the Chief of TransportationSeries: Photographic Albums of Prints of Hampton Roads Port of Embarkation
Original caption: "Captain O. T. Thornton, 0-331267, Washington, D.C., Battalion Adjutant of Headquarters, 1st Battalion, 366th Infantry (Shipment Unit 2240-C) on pier 4 preparing to embark on USS General William Mitchell. A graduate of Howard University 1935, Capt. Thornton went on active duty 3 March 1941. Official photograph U.S. Army Signal Corps, Hampton Roads Port of Embarkation, Newport News, Virginia."
This black and white photograph shows two African American army officers (two others are just visible behind them). They are dressed in uniforms with helmets on and holding their equipment. They both carry overcoats over their arms. The man on the left wears sunglasses.
#archivesgov#March 27#1944#1940s#world war ii#WWII#veterans#us army#infantry#african american history
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@jegulus-microfic | march 27 birthday | words: 780
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY!!! i had fun writing this one so i hope y’all have fun reading;3
tw: walburga appears, suicidal tendencies (it’s brief and probably not many of you will think of it that way but still)
Regulus wasn't the type to make grand romantic gestures; it was always James.
For example, when he took Regulus on their first date—not just a meeting in the middle of the night at the Astronomy Tower, but a real date—James’ found this beautiful meadow in the Forbidden Forest, near the Black Lake. Regulus thinks it must have taken the other boy at least half a day to get the place ready, because when they arrived, there were Christmas lights hanging in the trees, a record player was standing next to one of them, quietly playing some Elvis song, and in the middle there was a warm-looking blanket with candles, flowers, steaming food, fruit, and something that looked like a bottle of elvish wine. It is safe to say Regulus was in complete awe.
The other time was just a few weeks later, when it was Regulus’ birthday. James did not buy it, but he made him a little crooked silver ring with antlers engraved on it. When the younger boy asked how exactly he did it, James just shrugged and said, ‘Dad thought me’ like it was the most obvious answer in the world. And, okay, they were wizards, so it wasn’t the hardest thing for them to transfigure something into something else, but when Regulus later tried to reverse any spells cast on the ring, nothing happened, which meant not only did James make it himself, but he also made it without any magic. What a guy, that one.
When James and Sirius came to Grimmauld one night that summer to rescue Regulus and Walburga caught them, threatening to kill all three boys, Potter straightened up, holding his wand out in front of her confidently.
"Leave them alone; if you want to kill someone, try me." As he said this, the woman raised her hand to cast the killing curse, but James was faster; with one smooth gesture, he had her stunned and bound. After they disapparated, landing in Potter Manor, both Blacks started shouting at him for his recklessness and stupidity, while they hugged him tight.
Regulus could talk about every amazing thing James did to prove his love for hours—there were so many. But when it came to his own grand gestures, the list ended at one: when he sent Avery and Mulciber to the Hospital Wing with the skin melted off of their faces after throwing two Bludgers at James at the same time. So, he made exactly zero romantic gestures for almost a whole year of dating James.
Fortunately, the 27th of March was approaching, and with it, his boyfriend’s birthday.
On Friday morning, while the whole Great Hall was having a rather loud breakfast, Regulus scanned the Gryffindor’s table to find—aha!
Spotting that bright smile on the other side, Regulus pulled out the big box he had hidden beneath the bench and sent it flying through the whole room with one flick of a wand. Everyone was looking at it in almost complete silence, waiting in anticipation to see where it would land. Regulus stole one glance in the direction it was going and noticed three different expressions: James looked like he would burst out crying any second, Sirius' face twisted into something between admiration and disgust, and Remus and Peter looked like one was having the time of his life and the other was about to choke from laughing.
As the package landed carefully in James’ laps, everyone went so quiet you could hear a fly buzzing. The Gryffindor opened the box with shaky hands, looking right back up when he saw what was inside. His mouth kept opening and closing while looking at Regulus. The whole student body turned to look at him, but his eyes were trained on James’. Still to this day, Regulus has no idea what got into him at that moment, but he stood up and strode to James with a smug expression.
Reaching the birthday boy, Regulus leaned forward, took his face in his hands, and kissed him softly on the lips; James immediately reciprocated. The kiss was nothing like what they shared in the broom cupboards, in the Come-and-Go Room, or even at the Astronomy Tower; this one was the best of all of them—slow, sweet, and, oh, so full of love.
When they parted, Regulus could finally hear the whispers echoing throughout the room, making it seem as if someone had locked him in a hive. He didn’t care. All he cared for was the handsome man in his hands.
“Joyeux dix-huitième anniversaire, amour de ma vie,” Regulus whispered against James’ lips, feeling the other smiling broadly. Yeah, he thought, this one counts as romantic.
translation: happy eighteenth birthday, love of my life
#jegulus#dead gay wizards#starchaser#james potter#james x regulus#regulus black#jegulus microfic#marauders#the marauders#hogwarts#HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES#by: allyeardepression#1k words or less#march 27#hogwarts au#fluff
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Prompt 27 - Birthday
@jegulus-microfic March 27 Word count 902
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James arrived at his parent’s house the next morning with Sirius in tow.
“Jamie!” Effie greeted him enthusiastically. Throwing her arms around him and hugging him so tightly, she lifted him off the floor. “Happy birthday, darling!”
“Hi, Mum,” James beamed, feeling the love his mum gave him. She put him back on his feet and grabbed Sirius. “Hello, Sirius, sweetheart. How are you? You haven’t been around for ages, darling.” She released a guilty-looking Sirius.
“Sorry, Effie. Moody wouldn’t let me out, and then we’ve been busy.” He pointed to James. “I promise I’ll make it up.”
“Don’t be silly, Sirius. You don’t have anything to make up for. Just make sure you pop in when you can. We’ve missed you.” She smoothed his hair in a motherly way and herded them into the kitchen, where Monty was fighting with a frying pan.
“Effie, my love.” He didn’t need to say anymore as Effie swooped in and rescued the pan from him. He kissed her on the cheek in thanks and then rounded on his boys.
“You don’t write, you don’t visit?” He joked as he scooped them both into his arms in a bone-breaking hug.
Lunch was a jolly affair. Effie had cooked all James’s favourites and baked him a Victoria sponge cake. He blew out the candles after a rendition of Happy Birthday, and they sat in the living room enjoying a slice of cake and a cup of tea.
Monty handed James a small pile of gifts, and Sirius pulled out a bottle of Ogden’s best firewhisky from Godric knows where complete with a huge red and gold bow.
“We can crack it open tonight.” Sirius grinned, waggling his eyebrows.
“Oh, are you having the girls over? How lovely.” Effie smiled as she watched James open the rest of his presents. He looked up at Sirius before he answered her.
“Erm, no. Just me and Sirius. The others are busy.” He wasn’t sure if they were busy or not, but he couldn’t exactly tell his parents about the party his Death Eater friends were throwing him.
“Oh, what a shame. I do miss Marlene and her crass mouth.”
“Mum!” James cringed. For some unknown reason, his mother doted on Marlene, especially when she said the most outrageous things that you don’t say in front of your friend’s parents.
They spent the rest of the afternoon chasing each other around the back garden on their brooms. They finally came back indoors, tired and sweaty but very much looking forward to the party later.
“We’re going to get off, Mum,” James said as they walked back into the house.
“What’s the rush? You and Sirius are just going to be alone drinking. Why not stay here, and I’ll make you my famous hangover breakfast for the morning?” They shuffled awkwardly.
“Leave them be, Effie. They’re young men. They’re probably going round town.” Monty came to their rescue, giving them a cheeky wink as he ushered them towards the door. “Don’t leave it so long next time, boys.” He said as he hugged and kissed both of them before Effie could get her hands on them.
“Happy birthday, darling,” Effie squeezed him. They waved goodbye as they apparated back to Sirius’s flat.
A quick shower and a change of clothes, and they were ready for Evan’s.
Everyone was waiting for them when they arrived.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” They chorused as they dragged the pair into the ballroom. It had been decked out with hundreds of balloons that drifted around the room, illuminated by the fairy lights artfully looping around the room.
They’d set up a table with food and drinks on it. In the centre was a beautiful golden cake decorated to look like a snitch. It had delicate spun sugar wings that fluttered gently as though the cake were flying.
“Wow, guys, this is amazing. Thank you.” James couldn’t believe how much effort they’d put in for him. It hadn’t been very long ago that they’d have happily hurled curses at him, let alone plan a birthday party for him.
Regulus tucked himself under James’s arm and handed him a small flat box. He gladly accepted it. It was very light, and he couldn’t even guess what could be inside it. He opened the black box, and there, nestled inside, were season tickets for Puddlemere United. His eyes went wide.
“There’s two in there,” Regulus told him. “Hopefully, after the war is over. I’ll be able to use the other one. Until then, I suppose you can take my idiot brother.” James wrapped him in a hug and kissed him passionately.
“Thank you, Regulus. It’s my favourite gift ever.” He kissed him again, enjoying the pink flush that coloured Regulus’s face.
“Oi, and what about my gift?” Barty came over, breaking them apart.
“Barty, you got him broom polish.” Regulus rolled his eyes at his friend.
“Yeah, the best broom polish on the market. His broom’s going to be so smooth he’s going to slip right off it.”
Sirius got the music playing, and then they were dancing.
“James couldn’t believe he got to spend his birthday with his closest friends and his boyfriend. This was shaping up to be his best birthday ever, and when Regulus reached up and whispered in his ear and pulled him out of the room and upstairs, he decided it definitely was his best birthday.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOML AND QUEEN AND KING AND LOVE AND MWAH AND CUTIE AND PATOOTIE AND POOKIE AND MY DARLING JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER
#james potter#march 27#sirius black#remus lupin#sirius#jegulus#sirius x lupin#wolfstar#regulus and evan and barty#sirius and regulus#remus and regulus
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3/27/24-Austin Butler to star in Darren Aronofsky’s ‘Caught Stealing’
The crime thriller follows a burned-out former baseball player, as he’s unwittingly plunged into a wild fight for survival in the ‘90s NYC.
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Cover of the Saturday Evening Post for March 27, 1947. Illustration by John Falter.
From the editors of that issue:
It is more than a spring downpour that John Falter records in this New York City scene; it is a phenomenon the weather experts keep still about, probably because they can’t explain it, one of Nature’s little practical jokes. The day will be beautiful from the time thousands of men and women settle down for the day’s work until 4:55 in the afternoon; the sky smiling, not a cloud anywhere except a couple as innocent as cotton batting. But exactly at quitting time, at the moment best calculated to catch thousands between office and home, down comes the rain, like a sack of water thrown from a hotel window or a pan rigged over the door on April Fool’s Day. It quits just as punctually, when you reach home.
Photo: Saturday Evening Post
#vintage New York#1940s#John Falter#Saturday Evening Post#illustration#March 27#27 March#downpour#spring rain#magazine covers#vintage magazines
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'Speak Now (Taylor's Version)' has suprassed 2 BILLION streams on Spotify!
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🐇 Mar 27 2023
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Timothée Chalamet at the 2022 Oscars ✨
#timothee chalamet#the hair flip/smirk combo in the first one is something#he made points#Oscar’s#last year#march 27#Oscar throwback#academy awards#timothée chalamet
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— March 27, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries
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