lying on the cold ground

Music in Hogwarts
  • I really hope that the muggleborns/halfbloods terrified the living daylights out of the purebloods by randomly singing songs,
  • *silence in the classroom*
  • person: *screams* FREEZE
  • muggleborns/halfbloods: *ferociously clapping and scare the live daylights out of purebloods*
  • or
  • muggleborn/halfblood: i knew you were trouble when you walked in... *shouts and all the others join in* NOW IM LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND.
  • purebloods are sat there having a bloody heart attack and accidently tip ink and stuff all over their work or dropping books.
Coach Bittle: What might have been

The stadium was slowly emptying. The locker room was empty, the players gone to celebrate their win, Richard Bittle was busy closing and locking doors. When he turned around, he was surprised to see one of his players waiting for him, twisting the hem of his Georgia Football sweater.

- Huh… Coach? can I talk to you?

- Sure, Masterson, what is it?

- Huh…

The kid looked behind him, at the closed locker door. He seemed afraid.

- It’s about your son, Sir. The guys made us swear we wouldn’t tell, but-

Something cold grabbed Richard’s insides. Soon he was running to a deserted corridor, opening a locker door that was never used, and finding his own son lying on the cold ground, covered in bruises.

- Dicky, Dicky answer me-

He took the shivering boy in his arms. Dicky, thank the Lord, opened his good eye.

- …Coach?

- I’m here, son, I’m here. What happened to you, who did this-

- They- they said I was a faggot, Coach. I’m sorry, I should have been stronger, I should have-

- Nonsense, it’s not your fault, come here.

And holding his son against him, he barely heard the tiny voice whisper:

- But what if I am? What if I’m gay?

Richard didn’t have the words, so he held his son tighter.

Richard had made his decision before even reaching the house, so when later, that night, after the tears and the reassurances, after Dicky finally fell asleep, his bruises and cuts tended to, he sat down at the kitchen table with Suzanne.

- Richard, I know they’re your team, but-

- I will send my resignation in the morning. Madison High School wants me, I’ll call them as soon as I can.

- Oh. Okay. I was afraid that…

- Suzie, he’s our son.

- Yes. I’m sorry. But what about his figure skating? You know Katya is the best…

- That’s up to him.

If Richard was relieved that Dicky chose to play Hockey instead, he kept it to himself.

The front door slammed, and Dicky let his hockey bag fall to the floor.

-That Tyler is a real-

- Language, interrupted Richard without lifting his eyes from the newspaper.

- Sorry Coach, mumbled Dicky, sitting down in front of him, crossing his arms. It’s just that he’s been acting like a real jerk, showing off and saying stupid stuff…

- Last week you talked about how good he was at hockey for a good ten minutes without breathing. What happened since?

Dicky placed his head on the table and mumbled something.

- Didn’t hear you, son.

- …He got a girlfriend.

- Ah, said Richard, turning a new page. Sorry to hear about that.

- Yeah.

Dicky spent the afternoon transforming the kitchen into a war zone.

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I hate you. I hate you for all the things you’ve put me through. How could you do those things to me? How could you kiss me and then leave? I hate myself for letting you walk all over me. I hate everything and I wish I didn’t waste all that time on you. There goes six months of my life. Why is my life such a mess? I wish I didn’t feel this pain anymore. This is me saying goodbye. I’m sorry I ever bothered about trying to be anything more than friends. I should’ve known from the start we wouldn’t work out… I love you, but it’s time for me to let go. Goodbye.
—  7:37pm// excerpts from a book I’ll never write #12
Why do Harry and Taylor always sound like they're having conversations through lyrics: a reach
  • Taylor: im lying on the cold hard ground
  • Harry: while we lay there on the soft warm ground
  • Taylor: I don't wanna need you this way, come back, be here.
  • Harry: I didnt come back and I wasnt there
  • Taylor: I knew you were trouble
  • Harry: I wont trouble you no more
  • Taylor: Your kiss my cheek, I watched you leave
  • Harry: the rest of my crimes don't come close to the look on your face when I let you go
  • Taylor: People like you always want back the love they gave away/This love came back to me
  • Harry: I figured it out, how to fix up a heart that I let down
  • Taylor: midnight you come and pick me up/2am in your car, windows down
  • Harry: if you like midnight driving with the windows down
  • Taylor: I've got a blank space baby and ill write your name
  • Harry: If you're looking for someone to write your breakup songs about
  • Taylor: say you'll see me again
  • Harry: ill see your face again
  • Taylor: You're like a wine stained dress I can't wear anymore
  • Harry: This isn't the stain of a red wine, i'm bleeding love
We both fell for each other, but now I’m the one falling apart. I want you, but you want her.
—  10:07pm// journal entry #13
Correcting Her

When she woke up from a night of clubbing it was in decidedly different circumstances than she expected. 

Rather than a nice warm bed with an equally nice warm hard body next to her she was lying on the cold ground naked, tied up, and helpless. 

She screamed and yelled for help for hours until finally a man walked in. 

She demanded to know what was going on and the man said, “I understand that you're an ignorant cunt,“ he said harshly, “but it should be fairly obvious: you are now a slave. I’m going to train you and then I’m going to sell you for shit load of money.”

She stared at him for a moment in shock then shouted, “Go fuck yourself! I’ll never be a slave!”

He simply smiled and then descended upon her and she screamed her help. 

20 minutes later she was tied with each wrist bound to the base of the corresponding tit. Her bonds had been run to the ceiling and now she was virtually hanging from her tits, with only the very tips of her big toes on the ground to offer her any support. 

The man had quickly gagged her and told her that he would leave her there for a while to reconsider her position. 

After an hour, she was in agony, after two she was willing to say she was a slave just to come down. 

An hour after that he came in and pinched her nipples and she flinched at how much it hurt and how extremely sensitive the nubs now were. The man smiled, “Excellent, nice, and hard, and sensitive,” he ran his hands down the rest of her body and she was too exhausted to try and pull away, “I’ll be back shortly to cane your tits,” she looked at him horrified, “After all, you didn’t think your little outburst would be free, did you?

She started mumbling through her gag and he’d heard it all before so easily understood the desperate pleading despite the complete lack of intelligible words, “Yes, yes, I’m sure you’re very, very sorry, now,“ he stroked her ass gently, "but that doesn’t change the fact that you were insolent and insolent slaves need to be punished.”

He stroked her hair and she looked at him imploringly, “It will be agony but you’ll recover. I’m very goood at disciplining a slave, and the marks will fade in a few days,” he smiled as if realizing something, “I mean, considering how much something like the single tail on your cunt hurts the cane on your tits is really nothing, and when you’re branded,” he laughed, “then you’ll know real pain.”

Her eyes had steadily widened as he spoke and she realized what lay before her: torture,, abuse, and disfigurement. She started to realize that if he was going to do all that, then there was a real chance she would be a slave.

She didn’t know it yet, but his tortures would make sure of that. 

The man shrugged, “Oh well, once we get this little incident behind us I’ll let you down and give you the chance of delivering your first slave blow job. It will give you the chance to start accepting your new lot in life, and prove how sorry you are for how you spoke” he glared dangerously into her eyes, “and you will be sorry slave. Trust me on that.”

She nodded her head as much and as quickly as she could, hoping somehow that her complete willingness to apologize now would earn her some mercy. She would learn all too soon and over the coming months all too well that her master was devoid ofmercy for his slaves. They were cattle to him, to be broken and prepared for sale.

Their performance on the block and beyond was a reflection on him and he always made sure that none left his care without being completely obedient, utterly submissive, and thoroughly broken.

When he was finished with her training she would never even consider being anything else but a slave, and would consider doing nothing else than completely embracing her destiny to be one for the rest of her life.

The girl was confident that she would be the best little cock sucker he’d ever seen. 

She would suck his cock like her life depended upon it up, because at this point she truly believed it did, even if it was just the life of a worthless slave girl.

No one gets it… I am ugly. I am fat. I am far from perfect and no matter what anyone says to me it’s not going to change.
—  Journal Entry #1
So I just watched the BH6 deleted scenes...

The first clip came up and…














Do you want to help your neighborhood honey bees?

In the fall when it’s cold, the hive starts preparing for winter. They need to make enough honey to last them all winter, since they do not hibernate like some other bee species. The cold weather makes them lethargic, and if left unattended they might die. Here’s how you can help!

1) A Lost Lonely Bee: If you see a cold bee lying on the ground looking dead, give her a gentle poke! If she moves at all, chances are she’s not dying, just tired and in need of assistance. Mix up some sugar and water (1 part sugar, 2 parts water) and offer her a little drop. Pick her up with a leaf and place her in the sun so she can warm up while she eats! If you’re feeling especially generous, you can bring her inside your house to feed and warm up, just keep a really close eye on her so she doesn’t fly away. The bee will tell you when she’s re-energized by buzzing. Send her back outside on her way!

2) Make a Daycare Center: Take some tupperware lids and fill them with sugar-water. Place them in the sun and watch the fun! If your station is attracting yellow jackets and ants, you can switch to plain water. Bees and other insects still need to drink or they become dehydrated, like us! (If you don’t live near a beehive they might not be able to find your snack tray. Please don’t be discouraged if you don’t attract the bees you want).

Tips: ONLY use granulated (table) sugar. Organic is best but not necessary. NEVER use raw sugar or brown sugar. Bees cannot digest this and could die. Bees should not eat honey that they didn’t make themselves. Don’t feed them honey.

To make the sugar water, eyeballing it is fine. Take a drinking cup, mix the ingredients. To feed, dip your finger into the cup and then touch the table or leaf etc surface in front of your bee’s head. This produces a drop. You can repeat this process if she drinks it all.

If you end up making the daycare center feeding station, make sure to only fill in the GROOVES with water. The bees need somewhere to stand or the WILL DROWN. I love using lids because it gives them a nice trough. 

Feeding bees is fun and easy! You get the reward of watching their long tongues drink, and their little butts wiggle! It’s honestly so cute I can’t handle it! You will feel a sense of pride and accomplishment when your revitalized bee takes off and flies away looking refreshed!

Number One (Ramsay Bolton x reader imagine), chapter 1

Originally posted by aviateurs

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Chapters: ¼

Warning: None

Summary: Imagine meeting Ramsay in the wood and him helping you

A/N: Do you love Ramsay too? :3 Enjoy beginning of the story!

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