✯ “Oh no. There are two of you?” “Three, actually.” “Good lord.”
✯ “So, statistically at least one of us is gay, right?” “You’re an art snob, our sibling has an oddly intense rival, and I am a theatre kid. Statistically, it is all of us.”
✯ “There’s actually just two of us. The third is like the space nails ikea sends with their cabinets.” “Still salty I’m mom’s favorite, huh?”
✯ “Alright, fess up. Which one are you?” “Whichever one you like best.”
✯ “I’m technically a middle child.” “Annoying is what you are.” “Yes. A middle child.”
✯ “Look at that, our baby is growing up!” “You are 15 minutes older than me.” “A baby!”
✯ “Why would you need space? We grew up together!” “We spent nine months cramped into the same womb and I have needed space ever since.”
✯ “Do you have like, an evil twin?” “No, but I have two variants of myself who are more annoying in different ways respectively, if you’re interested in that.”
✯ “So, you got the looks, I got the brains, and what’ve you got?” “A dazzling smile and a sense for impeccably timed humor?”
✯ “We share the same blood.” “Yeah, blood that I’m about to spill if you don’t put the cookie mom saved for me down.”
✯ “Why don’t I get to be in charge! I’m the oldest!” “Yeah, and you clearly left before we started developing brains. Move.”
✯ “At least I don’t have to wonder about what I’d look as a jock or goth.” “Says the nerd.”
✯ “I’ve spent my entire life with you three, and I cannot stand you.” “Right back at ya.”
✯ “Why didn’t you tell us someone was messing with you?” “I didn’t think you’d care.” “Of course we care, dumbass.”
✯ “Should we do a group costume for halloween again?” “Group costumes are literally the only reason I keep you guys around.”
[Prompt Calender: March 3rd, National Triplet Day]
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March 3rd AU is back- and it’s Félombre’s (aka, Cat!Felix) turn.
Félombre was given the miraculous on complete accident. Of course, he totally abuses the power, much to Marinette’s frustration and dismay. Interestingly enough, he and Lady Beetle actually get along and work together well as a team. He’s the one who thinks of the plans, and she has the charisma and competence to pull them off. AKA, Félombre is the brains, and Lady Beetle is the face. Well, that is, until everything gets upended.
march 3rd/evernight x reader (some hurt, much comfort)
cw: panic attacks, derealization, negative thoughts, reader does lash out when first asked if they are okay, one mention of “Reader” and i was so trying to think of a way to not break immersion but i couldnt, erm if any more pop up lmk!
a/n: minute as in tiny for this btw!!! ugly criers unite ✊ this one is heavier, do take care of yourself and dont read this is you’re personally in a bad place mentally, thnx! this was based of this request
Your head was pounding, heart thundering like horses in a field. It feels like you’re going to throw up and you’re so dizzy. “Hey, are you… okay?” What? Stelle looks at you from her place on the couch, Welt and Himeko setting down their cups to observe you silently.
Stelle reached out a hand to you but March gently pulls down her wrist, “You don’t look so good, do you wanna?” March motions to the love seat in the party car but all you feel is a wave of terror washing over you.
“I’m fine.” Gods above, you sound so vitriolic that it even singes your own ears and throat, spitting out like venom. March purses her lips and furrows her eyebrows, and for just a moment her eyes flash a saccharine red. Her beautiful eyes flit between suffocating red and crystalline blue as she watches your throat swallow down whatever hateful thoughts were trying to escape.
Visions flash through your melting brain as you stumble from the party car and into your bedroom. The door opens with a hiss, soothing whatever ails you long enough to jam your palm into the lock button. Constellations twinkled on your ceiling as your own eyesight dims like a dying star.
Seconds bleed into hours as your chest feels like an ever concaving weight is pressed upon you. At one point you had even taken off your clothing to curl into yourself. Someone motherly speaks into your head, cooing sardonically at your behavior, “I knew you’d never amount to anything. One minute exposure to a stellaron beyond Stelle and you’re a mess.”
“I’m not a mess.” A helpless mumble into the chasm of your brain. It registers in your ears as being spoken aloud, but even then it’s so soft, as if you were caressing the words. The voice speaks again but you cannot hear it, all words in and outside your head becoming a muddled mess until there’s a knocking on your door.
The knock comes again, a bit more frantic this time as the handle on your door is jiggled, “Reader?” It’s March, well at least it sounds like her, you don’t know who anyone is anymore. She manages to get through to you, her blue eyes a ruby red now. March (???) crosses the room to kneel beside you, the carper whispering under her weight as she lays a hand on top of your shaking shoulders.
Every touch on your skin burns against you, feeling like dipping your cold toes in hot water too quickly. March watched you flinch from her touch as if she was made of acid, her red eyes now looking at you pityingly, “I’m,” She pauses for a breath, inhaling deeply. “I’m not who you need right now, I know March usually helps you when you are not feeling well.”
You give her a wobbling smile of defeat, “Hi Evernight.” The alternate version of your best friend in the entire world looks back at you sadly. A chaste kiss is pressed into your forehead when she speaks again, barely audible and raspy.
It takes you a second to understand what she says. Your puzzled look and somber eyes are a cue for her to repeat herself again, “I’m here now, you can let it all out.” And you do, tears streaming down your face in disgusting hiccups.
But she’s there, shushing you, rocking you back and forth on your carpet. She asks you about your past, what dreams you have for yourself in the future. Slowly but steadily you come back to how you were before your brain collapsed in on itself, but Evernight was there for every moment of it.
Happy Birthday to this thespian of all time 💗 Miranda Richardson is a treasure. She’s got the looks of a leading lady but is too powerful to be anything less than a character actor. Long may she reign! 👑
It was hard for Corey to verbalize how much Mason meant to him. Mason was always there. There was nothing less, but there was so much more. Mason was everything, and there was no real way to say that.
Headcanons under the cut.
Mason is the loudest on the stands at every single one of Corey's lacrosse games, he is 100% Corey's biggest supporter on and off the field
Neither of them likes the idea of big spoons and little spoons, and they very much sleep like parentheses, curled into each other's chests
Mason likes being by Corey's side as much as possible, if it was possible to spend every second of every day with Corey, he would
Corey is a bit of a cook, but not like anything fancy, he can make really exceptional comfort food and is learning how to make Mason's favourites from his mom
If Corey could live with Mason, he would, he's close with Mason's parents and really enjoys the way their house is always bustling
Corey and Liam aren't best friends, but they're close, Liam being a bit protective over Corey, and Mason really enjoys seeing them together
Mason takes a lot of notes all day, and a lot of his notes are on Corey and things he likes about Corey and things he notices about Corey. Every time Mason does a little sketch in his notebook, it's of Corey
Both of them really enjoy drama and drama series and drama books, they're also huge gossips and Mason likes to know what's going on all of the time, whereas Corey just likes sharing the things he hears with Mason
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It was on March 3, 1931, President Herbert Hoover signed a bill making “The Star-Spangled Banner” the national anthem of the United States. The tune was once a pub song, now it is performed at most sporting events and national gatherings.
Other songs were considered, like “America the Beautiful,” “My Country ‘Tis of Thee,” “Battle Hymn of the Republic” and “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” At varying points in history, these songs were rallying cries for Americans and were widely sung.
The tune of the song was a popular pub song “To Anacreon in Heaven” — the same tune that the first custom campaign song was set to (“Adam and Liberty” written by Thomas Paine for John Adams). When the song was printed with sheet music, its name changed to “The Star-Spangled Banner,” per Britannica.
Lyrics:
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bomb bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
’Tis the star-spangled banner—o long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto—“In God is our Trust,”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.