lost grounds

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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

(Request)

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

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
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.

Taken.

Hey could you write an imagine where youve been with the group since the farm and you and daryl are close and care allot about each other and protect each other. Negan takes you to the saviors compound because he knows your dangerous and throws you into a cell with daryl or like “tortures” you and you and daryl are together at the compound thinking of a way to esacape and like be safe together and stuff, allot to ask but your good haha thank you!

I hope you like it!💕


Daryl walked through the gates of Alexandria with the Saviours, he stood amongst them as if he was another one of those assholes and that disgusted you. Negan talked and laughed and threw his arms in the air as he watched the community, and Rick only followed every step he took. 

You saw Daryl standing with his eyes lost on the ground, you wanted to run to him and hug him, drag him back to your house and lock him there so Negan wouldn’t touch a grubby hair in his head ever again. 

-Daryl, hi… –you said as you walked towards him.
-NO! –Negan turned around as soon as he heard your voice. –You don’t talk to him, you don’t even look at him, and I don’t make you chop anything off of him, sweetheart. 

He had a smile on his face, and it was so annoying to you. He leaned closer until his face was only an inch away from yours and you gave him a deadly look. His breath brushed your face and you could feel the rage building up in your stomach. 

Your hand closed into a fist and you directed it straight to his jaw. You shook your hand, it had been more painful to you than it had been for him, it had still been quite painful to him, though. As soon as his men heard the sound of your fist smashing against his face, all of their guns were now pointing at you. 

You were now mostly angry at yourself than you had been at Negan. Punching him was what had made Negan kill Glenn, no exceptions, right?
However, he waved his hand in the air to make everyone lower their weapons. He chuckled and turned around, he looked at Daryl for a couple of seconds then he kept walking down the streets of Alexandria.

You felt like an idiot, you had punched Negan and, by the way he just stood there staring at Daryl, he was surely the one who would pay for it.

You watched the Saviours entering the houses and taking out the furniture, mattresses and any other thing they wanted. You rolled your eyes and sighed deeply, they said half your things and apparently that meant half of, literally, everything you had.

-Hey, you said half our stuff! –you heard Carl’s voice inside the infirmary. You scowled and followed his voice. 

-What is it? –you asked him once you were inside the room. 

-These assholes are taking all of our meds! –he said angrily. 

-Put that back. –you ordered the couple of Saviours that raided the infirmary, but they only laughed. if something angered you, was people taking your friends away from you and people laughing at your face. You pulled your gun out of your waistband and pointed it at them. 

-Put that back. –you repeated. They stopped laughing, but they didn’t seem to care about you or your gun. 

-(Y/N). –Carl called your name, trying to warn you. 

-Yeah, (Y/N), put that down before you hurt yourself. –one of the men said and the other one snickered. 

-What? You think I won’t do it? –you raised your voice. They kept putting the meds inside a bag, so you shot at the wall to let them know you weren’t joking around.

-What you think happens next, girl? –one of the Saviours asked with a smirk, you wanted to shoot that smile off his smug face.

-You die, that’s what happens. –you answered as you pointed your gun at him. You heard someone else entering the infirmary and chuckling behind you.

-Of course! –Negan said and walked in front of you. 

-You said you would only take half our stuff. You’re taking all of our medicine and our people! –you yelled at him, furious at the fact that they had taken Daryl that night. Negan laughed and looked at you with amazement in his eyes.

-At least someone around here still has some fucking balls! –he turned to look at Rick and chuckled again. Negan turned back to you only to find that the barrel of your gun was now pointing at his face. 

Every bit of amusement slipped from his face and he gave you a serious look.
-No threatening us, darling. –he murmured menacingly and moved your gun away from his face. 

You pulled the trigger in that moment, driven purely by anger. The impact of the bullet made the window blow up in smithereens. 

-Holy fucking shit! –Negan exclaimed, the bullet had brushed his ear when you shot it. He laughed and pulled the gun out of your hands. 

You turned to look at Rick and noticed he was breathing heavily, his eyes were wide open and a few drops of sweat glistened on his forehead. Carl moved his eye between Negan and you, wondering what was about happen. Negan leaned closer to you.

-That was fucking scary. –he whispered and chuckled bitterly in your ear. His hot breath hit your skin, you wanted to punch all of his perfect white teeth off his mouth and rip out his tongue for taking Daryl away. 

-Load her up. –he told his men and walked out of the room. You frowned, wondering what the hell he meant by that. Four hands suddenly grabbed your arms harshly and pulled you out of the infirmary. 

You tried to fight them, but they were much bigger than you and there were two of them. 

They pushed you into a white van, they closed the back door and all you could see was darkness around you. 

After about fifteen minutes, you heard someone starting the vehicle and it began to move. 

You lost yourself in your thoughts, what was going to happen now? He was taking you back to his community like he had taken Daryl, you hoped at least that meant he wouldn’t kill any more of your friends. 

Someone opened the back door of the van and the remaining sunlight hurt your eyes, for more than an hour all you had seen was pure nothingness.

The blond guy who stole Daryl’s crossbow pulled you out roughly and he led you towards the building that stood tall in front of you. It was big and grey, with pipes and stairs, it looked like an old factory. He took you inside and walked at a quick pace through the halls, he stopped in front of a grey door and opened it violently. He pushed you inside and closed it immediately, locking it from outside. 

You sighed, nothingness again. The only light that hit that cell was the one of the hall whenever they opened the door, only to leave you water and terrible food. 

You stayed there for four days, without having any notion of time. You spent every second wondering if that was what they had done to Daryl. 

The grey door swung open again but you remained sitting on the floor with your back against the wall, waiting for them to leave the food and leave. 

-Up. –someone said and you turned around. It was the blond guy with the burnt face. You scowled at him. –I said, up!

You got on your feet clumsily, your ankles turned and twirled, it had been four days since the last time you had used them to walk.

He grabbed your arm tightly and led you through the halls again, he stopped abruptly and dropped to his knees, pulling you down to the ground as well. 

-What the fuck? –you grunted as your knees hit the concrete. You heard Negan laughing as he stood in front of you. 

-Dwightty boy! –he exclaimed with a loud voice.
-I was taking her to your-

-I’ll take it from here, D. –Negan cut him off. Dwight stood up and pulled you up with him, he pushed you to Negan and he walked away. -Come, darling. 

He started walking down the hall but you stayed in place. He turned around and raised his eyebrows. 

-Do not make me wait. –his voice took a more serious tone and you followed him. He stopped right in front of a window and you did the same. The view made your stomach churn, there were some walkers inside a fenced area and living people trapped in there, they were fighting the dead ones and trying to stay alive. 

-That’s your friend, right there. –he pointed at one of the living people and you noticed his dark hair and broad figure, he was wearing the same suit that he had been wearing when Negan took him to Alexandria, it was definitely Daryl.
You parted your lips in shock. What the hell was that all about?

-Why is he there? –you asked, startled. Negan didn’t give you a real answer. 

-Because it’s fucking fun for me. –he said. –Now, you can join him if you want to be with him so bad, or you can work for me in other ways

You completely ignored whatever he had said, your eyes were fixed on Daryl and the horrible place he was trapped in. 

-Can I talk to him? –you asked without taking your eyes off of him. 

-You absolutely cannot. –Negan answered firmly. You really wanted to see Daryl, talk to him, hug him and comb his hair with your fingers while you told him everything would be okay, but Negan said no and there was no way in hell you were gonna beg. 

He grabbed your arm strongly and started walking. 

-Let’s take you back to your box. –he smirked down at you.

He shut the door behind you and locked it, you slammed your back against the wall and slid down it as a long sigh left your lips. 

-Ah. Hello, darkness, my old friend. –you whispered in a singsong voice as your butt hit the floor and your eyes wandered pointlessly through the cell.

You were falling asleep when the sound of keys rattling made you open your eyes abruptly. They had never come at night, well, they had never come at that time which you assumed was the night because no one came.
The door opened and a much softer light then it usually was hit the room. You narrowed your eyes and blinked repeatedly. 

-(Y/N)? –you heard a familiar voice. 

-Daryl? –you stood on your feet quickly and ran to the door. He hushed you and entered the cell, leaving the door ajar. 

-You okay? –his voice was hoarse, even more so than it had been before. 

-Yeah, but look at you… –you grimaced as your eyes trailed down his face. The light was really weak, but you could still see the dark circles under his eyes and the gashes on his face.

-I’m fine. –he said. –Why did he take you?

-Because I’m an idiot. 

-He hurt you? –he asked as he grabbed your arms. You shook your head and smiled softly at him. –You need to get out of here. 

-We need to get out of here. –you corrected, but he didn’t say anything. –Daryl, I’m not leaving without you. 

-Go back to Alexandria, you’ll be safe there. –he told you. 

-Come with me. –you held his hands, but he pulled them away from you. -Daryl…

-He’ll know if I go. –his voice cracked. –He’ll make the people back home pay. 

You almost smiled, it was the first time Daryl called Alexandria ‘home’.

-Yeah, Daryl, but if I go, he will make you-

-I can take it. 

-Please, let’s go together. –you pleaded. He shook his head and pushed you gently towards the door. 

Time kept running and you had to make a decision quickly before someone found out that Daryl had opened your cell. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tiptoed so you could place a kiss on his temple. 

-We’ll come back for you, Daryl. –you whispered and pulled away. He smiled at you and nodded. Without saying a word, you walked through the door and he saw you disappear into the hall.

@rivetblack

Past:

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.

Present:

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.

Future:

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!  

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.

-Boss..-
-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.

anonymous asked:

Do you think ITS Lexa could teach Commander Clarke how to play chess? Or would it be something Clarke possibly finds in an abandoned library?

Now wouldn’t that be cute

Clarke all scrunch-faced in concentration while Lexa walks her through what each of the pieces do and how they move. And then Clarke LOVES it, because it’s all strategy, it’s all just methodical thinking and planning and she’s so good at it. She immediately makes it part of the training for the nightbloods once she’s mastered it because having an agile mind is just as important as having an agile body. And Lexa is all bemused by the turn of events and happy that she could offer this, bring something back that was lost on the ground, and (more importantly) pleased that she could give Clarke something that makes her happy (even if she doesn’t necessarily show it, but Lexa can tell).