lost grounds


January 27th 1945: Liberation of Auschwitz

On this day in 1945, the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp in Poland was liberated by the Soviet Red Army. One of the most notorious camps of Nazi Germany, Jews and others persecuted by the Nazi regime were sent to Auschwitz from 1940 onwards. During its years in operation, over one million people died in Auschwitz, either from murder in the gas chambers or due to starvation and disease. As the war drew to a close and the Nazis steadily lost ground to the Allied forces, they began evacuating the camps and destroying evidence of the war crimes and crimes against humanity committed there. The leader of the SS, Heinrich Himmler, ordered the evacuation of the remaining prisoners at the camp as the Soviet Red Army closed in on the area. Nearly 60,000 prisoners from Auschwitz were forced on a march toward Wodzisław Śląski (Loslau) where they would be sent to other camps; some 20,000 ended up in the Bergen-Belsen camp in Germany. However, thousands died during the evacuation on the grueling marches, leading to them being called ‘death marches’. 7,500 weak and sick prisoners remained in Auschwitz, and they were liberated by the 322nd Rifle Division of the Soviet Red Army on January 27th 1945. Auschwitz remains one of the most powerful symbols of the Holocaust and the horrific crimes committed by the Nazi regime against Jews and numerous other groups.


Ravenclaw House ♡

Clipped wings, I was a broken thing
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing
You would wind me down
I struggled on the ground, oh
So lost, the line had been crossed
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not talk
You held me down
I struggle to fly now, oh

But there’s a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, we cannot deny
Eats us alive, oh it eats us alive, oh
Yes, there’s a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, but I don’t wanna die, no
I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, yeah

I’m not gon’ care if I sing off key
I find myself in my melodies
I sing for love, I sing for me
I shout it out like a bird set free


No fuck this. A black woman, who has built an entire career on only outdoing herself, who shut down every avenue of the music scene, was pitted against a white woman, who, while is INSANELY talented in her own right, but didn’t exactly break the musical ground, just LOST AN AWARD THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HANDED TO HER ON A SILVER PLATTER! And the fact that she won the fucking URBAN award that I have literally never heard of before is just so fucking disgusting. Beyoncé is an artist. She is a ground breaker. She is what DEFINES THE MUSIC INDUSTRY! She. Creates. How. The industry works. I’m so furious right now.

The fact that the award had to be a tribute to an alive, capable, AMAZING, INDUSTRY DEFYING, black woman, instead of genuinely won by her is disgusting.

I totally get the argument that it’s OK – good even – to be friends with people who have different opinions than you. On whatever topic. I totally agree. However, I am not “friends” with a number of the people I follow or people in the fandom I don’t follow but whose posts I sometimes reblog. The only reason I follow or reblog then is because we agree on this very specific topic and I’m interested in their thoughts on it. Once that common ground is lost, I have no reason to continue the relationship that was premised only on that thing. That doesn’t mean I wish them ill or have any problem with them changing their mind or expressing their opinion. It just means the thing that connected us no longer does. 

(And this is not a situation where I need to expose myself to new and different ideas. First, we’ve all heard those ideas already. Ain’t no new arguments around here. Second, this subject is not anything my opinion has any impact on. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong. Who cares? This isn’t politics. Third, this is meant to be fun. Again, I can’t influence anything. It doesn’t actually affect my life. Why subject myself to repeated exposure to things I vehemently disagree with?)

A Never tree tried hard to grow in the centre of the room, but every morning they sawed the trunk through, level with the floor. By tea-time it was always about two feet high, and then they put a door on top of it, the whole thus becoming a table; as soon as they cleared away, they sawed off the trunk again, and thus there was more room to play.
—  J. M. Barrie - Peter Pan

     50 years ago today, January 27, 1967, the crew of Apollo 1 was lost during a ground test of their spacecraft. The California Science Center honors this event, along with the loss of Challenger and Columbia, with a wreath sitting beneath Space Shuttle Endeavour. The crew of Apollo 1, Gus Grissom, Ed White and Roger Chaffee, made it possible for future flights to continue through Apollo, just as Endeavour carried the torch as the replacement vehicle for Challenger.

     Shortly before we lost him, Gus Grissom said, “If we die, we want people to accept it. We’re in a risky business, and we hope that if anything happens to us it will not delay the program. The conquest of space is worth the risk of life.” Thanks to the Apollo I crew’s sacrifice, we’ve been able to continue on.

     Grissom’s quote and the words of another great man still ring true through Endeavour’s pavilion. “Surely the opening vistas of space promise high costs and hardships, as well as high reward…This country of the United States was not built by those who waited and rested and wished to look behind them. This country was conquered by those who moved forward; and so will space.” – President John F. Kennedy

i am in love with holy places, places i lost and places i loved.

i can not shake the idea of him, her, them, sun kissed lullaby mornings, midnight kissed shadowy evenings and a longing tune that’s stuck in my crazy head. hearty moments out of silence, but then nothing but silence. just a little trace of goodbyes whispering like a love song. in the school bus, i might have left a galaxy of unending thoughts. dainty musing, never stopping music.

i am in love with the feathery home i left at the airport, in the airplane and the streets in london. the streets i wanted to cry for. feathery, but lost. lost and longing.

i am in love with the thought of the holy ground that’s raging like a thunderstorm, but also sleeping safe and sound with quiet. i am haunted by silent hurricanes, i am lost with holy grounds.

—  tina jaxén // december 3rd 2016



The Wheel of Fortune

What goes up must come down. Did you pass up on an opportunity recently? Or did a lucky streak come to an end? Not sure if you believe in karma, but if you do, there could be something you did that made a negative impact in you life.


The Fool Omega (reversed)

This may indicate that you somehow feel that you have lost touch in a grounded existence. Something is not quite right, and you want to turn something around in your life for a new start and a new journey.


The Tower

If you avoid changes in your life it will continue to push you down. But if you take the right precautions, you’ll avoid disaster and you have a great opportunity to learn from mistakes that will be helpful later in life!  

Last French Attack at Verdun Recaptures Original Lines

French military photographers pose next to the wreck of a reconnaissance plane shot down over the new front lines on December 15.

December 15 1916, Verdun–Although the Germans had long since stopped actively threatening Verdun, the French continued to methodically attack the Germans and retake lost ground, often at great cost.  In part, this was to ensure that the Germans would not threaten Verdun again next year, but largely it was for symbolic and political reasons.  General Nivelle hoped that recapturing the areas lost in February would give France a much-needed victory, as well as furthering his own career.  The latter, at least, certainly worked, as Nivelle had been tapped to essentially replace Joffre as overall commander on the Western Front.  Before he left, however, he wanted one more success.

At 10 AM on December 15, the French launched an attack with four divisions (with four more in reserve), striking north from Fort Douaumont.  They had a great superiority in artillery, and the demoralized German defenders were not willing to oppose the French vigorously.  In the first day, the French took 3500 prisoners and advanced over two miles. By the 18th, when offensive operations ceased for the year, they had taken over 11,000 prisoners and had largely returned the front line east of the Meuse to where it had been before the battle began in February.

Nine months of nearly-constant warfare had killed around 150,000 men on each side, for no significant gains.  Nivelle, however, was confident that the tactical lessons learned at Verdun would win the war in 1917.  Leaving to assume command at GQG, he told his troops: “The experiment has been conclusive….I can assure you that victory is certain.”

Today in 1915: Sir John French Resigns As Head of British Expeditionary Force
Today in 1914: Serbians Liberate Belgrade

Sources include: David Mason, Verdun; Randal Gray, Chronicle of the First World War.

The Birth Of Babydoll (pt4)

Warnings: swearing
Chapter 4;

Frost, one of Joker’s henchmen and the one who made sure Y/N didn’t die everytime after he was already done with her, came in.
However, he stoped in his tracks when he saw her laying on the ground with lost eyes, and moving barely her head from side to side, like totally bonkers.
He left the room imediately after.

-What?.- Joker was in his study room looking at some papers.
-The girl..-
-What?.- He looked at him now.
-I think you should go check her, she looks like she’s dying…-
Joker looked at him dead serious. He walked past the table and stood in front of him.
-I thought you were the one checking on her.- He said with a dangerous look in his eyes.
-Yes but.. She looks.. gone.- He didn’t wanted to say something to upset J. He was afraid when his boss looked at him like that, and any sane person would.

Joker went down to the basement in his penthouse where he had been keeping her for the past 2 weeks (even if she thought it was way more time). He let Frost open the door and took a step inside to take a look at her.
When she heard the door, this time with Joker and Frost, she giggled. A faint giggle, but still a giggle.
She tried to roll over to look better at J , but her arms were so weak she couldn’t even rely on them. She had lost weight this past weeks.
Joker got closer to her and took her in his shoulder like she was some kind of bag and left the room.

The next thing she felt was how he throw her on a bed, a large bed. She looked at the ceiling with the little strenght left in her body. All the walls seemed to be white, the only color was on the mattres under her, wich was a pale yellow.
She felt J’s big hands tying her hands and feet, and after that a prink in her arm.
She let a pain moan escape from her mouth as she now looked at the needle he was needling her arm with.
-Shh..- He purred. -You are not dying..- and then she could saw him smirk.

Once he put the morfin on her he left the room, not before looking over his shoulder to see her once more before locking her. He just wanted to keep her alive for as long as he could to play more with her.
Since Harley.. left, he spent his days lonesome, most of the nights getting wasted, just to find himself quietly crying to sleep.
It was fun to have someone “waiting for him at home” again. That’s the reason he told Frost to make sure she was okay everytime the playtime was over. She wanted to take advantage of his toy as much as he could.

“Turn off your mind baby..”
“Shhh.. Just relax.. ”
“Surrender to the voices..”
“You are not dying.. yet…”
She could hear Joker’s voice in her sleep, over and over again. The things he always said to her in his torture sessions had hunted her sleep for the past days.