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dianapopescu · 1 year ago
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26 august: Ziua Hârtiei Igienice
An de an, Ziua Hârtiei Igienice din 26 august ne sugerează să înțelegem importanța unuia din lucrurile trecute adeseori cu vederea. Mai ales în situații de urgență! https://www.diane.ro/2023/08/26-august-ziua-hartiei-igienice.html
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glamidols · 2 years ago
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Russell Harty confused by Bowie’s sky-high platform shoes  1973 interview
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thedarlingfawn · 10 months ago
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🎀Harry x Coquette
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i-am-the-oyster · 10 months ago
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dannyslayeee · 4 months ago
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danny gaye 😳😳🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈😳🏳️‍🌈😳😳🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈???????
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discoddity · 5 months ago
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RIGHT this is such an insignificant thing but its been bothering me so much for the past couple of years (since the moonage daydream trailer came out)
in the trailer (and i think film) there is a clip where david bowie says “they’re shoe-shoes, silly!”, and this has been being quoted and loved by many people but it is FAKE!!!
these are both real things he said in that interview, but the part where he said “shoe-shoes” and the part where he said “silly” were actually a couple sentences apart
[the interview by the way is from 1973 with russell harty, i love it, you can find the full thing on youtube under the name “Ziggy’s Full 1973 Interview with Russell Harty (Audio Only)”]
at about 11:50 this happens:
RUSSELL : " … are those men’s shoes or women’s shoes or bisexual shoes? "
BOWIE : " They’re shoe shoes, they’re just shoes … "
then, not too soon later, at around 12:05 this happens:
RUSSELL : " … in the morning, when you get up do you not fall off the end of the bed because you think you’re higher than you are? "
BOWIE : * laughs * " No of course I don’t, silly! "
still very fun quotes! just separate ones :]
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iwanttobepersephone · 7 months ago
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Rant about Harry Potter and JK Rowling, stick with me here
Ok, so, I hate JK Rowling. I feel like that's a given, right? Like, she's a transphobic homophobic bigot who hides behind feminism and routinely denies massive parts of the holocaust, and I despise her in ways that I don't think words can even express. I can't stand her, but y'know what I also can't stand?
When someone implies that my mother, who is one of the most supportive people I know, and a massive part of the founding, organization, and actions of a local group made specifically to fight Moms for Liberty and school boards in our area trying to harm trans and queer people, is transphobic because she likes Harry Potter
Wanna know why my mom likes Harry Potter? Because when she discovered the series at 12 years old, she quite literally lived in a cupboard under the stairs and was in an abusive household. The magic of the wizarding world or whatever was her escape, it's the reason she's still alive, and by extension, the reason I was ever alive.
But, sometimes, not even often, when I try to express even the most minimal amount of appreciation of that, someone says to me "but isn't JK Rowling transphobic? Why would you support someone like that? Are you transphobic?"
Which pisses me off beyond belief, as one might imagine
In this situation, "separate the art from the artist" isn't exactly a good phrase to use, given the fact that the goblins or whatever run the bank are Jewish stereotypes and the house elves generally being happy to work under their masters being a straight rip from the whole happy slave myth, and those are very very important things to recognize and understand, among others
I feel like it's a lot closer to "separate the hundreds if not thousands of lives she's helped from the hundreds if not thousands of lives she's ruined", or even better, understand that the good she's indirectly done for people makes all the bad that much more horrid
My mother is the closest thing to a hero in this entire world and I will not stand to hear one more person accuse her of being transphobic purely because she thinks fondly of a book series that saved her life. I will not stand for people saying she's just as bad as a holocaust denier because she owns every book in the series. I will not stand for anyone going entirely against their point of not judging a group as if it's monolithic by saying all Harry Potter fans are bad people, including my mother. And, once again, it's not often at all that this happens, but it happens and I'm pissed about it and needed to rant
Anyways rant over JK Rowling sucks don't believe a single thing she says and don't support her unless you wanna support someone actively trying to make the existence of queer people illegal
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magicalshopping · 1 year ago
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♡ Pride Tarot Card Pins by Hartiful ♡
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h00dsw0rld · 1 year ago
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Christopher Michael Harty
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burtlancster · 3 months ago
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¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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lesser-known-composers · 2 months ago
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Hamilton Harty (1879-1941) : With the Wild Geese, symphonic poem (1910)
Performed by the Scottish National Orchestra conducted by Sir Alexander Gibson.
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angelforstyles · 3 months ago
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Lonely (together) Chapter Four
Lillian’s POV
Five days have passed and I haven’t seen Harry. He’s been busy the whole time.
I’ve cleaned my apartment a few times, rearranged my library, organized my paintings and notebooks, washed my paintbrushes, sharpened my pencils.
I’ve done two new paintings, read a book, and started discovering new smoothies. I’ve only gone out to the grocery store once.
I even organized my closet. I’ve done everything and I still feel like I’m missing something.
Now I’m literally on the living room floor looking at the stars.
I pull out an old device I brought with me when I was taken from my home when I was 16.
It’s one of the few things I’ve taken with me.
If I turn off the lights, it reflects the stars and space onto the ceiling and walls. I’ve been like that for a couple hours.
The girls are busy so I haven’t asked anyone to hang out with me. And I miss Harry.
In the past few days I have thought about all the moments we have had together.
I have written down all the positives and negatives of the situations that happened between us, his personality and how he treats me.
There was not one negative thing. (Except on my part there was)
My phone rang with a notification.
Harry: Hello princess. How are you?
Me: Fine Harry, how are you?
Harry: Good, I wanted to check up on you.
Me: Don't worry about you :)
Harry: Sorry I haven't seen you the past few days, I was busy, my mom and sister came to town without telling me. Things are a bit chaotic around here.
Me: I'm happy for you! Enjoy with them
Harry: Thanks. How do you handle your break?.
Me: Ahhh I don't know where I am if I'm being honest
Me: I did everything. I painted two paintings I feel like I'm going crazy but enjoy it, don’t know how
Harry: Aw princess. Relax, don't be too busy and not taking care of yourself, and I'm really happy that you're spending your time enjoying your hobbies.
Me: Don’t worry, thank you Harry
Harry: I really wish I could come over but my mom insists I stay with them after work and I quote: ‘We only see you once a year, we have the right to see you, and it's clear you have nowhere else to go.’
Harry: Plus she's the one forcing me to stay home.
Me: I don't know if I should be sad or happy for you, but I laughed
Harry: Naughty princess.
Me: Sorry🥺
Harry: None of that. Anyway I’m gonna try to stop by tomorrow.
Me: Okay byyye <3
Harry: ❤️
I can't wait for tomorrow.
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It's 4pm. I'm cooking some pasta, I decided to start a new book series so I went and bought it today.
A soft knock on the door made me scared then I remember Harry knows the code.
I tried to fix my hair while looking at the mirror next to the door. I was wearing a pink t-shirt and gray pants.
I opened the door and Harry was standing with a bag in his hand. "Hello princess" He opened his arms and I threw myself at him. "Hey you did it" my voice is muffled on his neck.
Then I pulled away and looked at his face "Your work ends in an hour! Why did you go out early?" I said with my hands still on his shoulders and his on lower back.
"I wanted to see you" he said softly and smiled.
"Do you want to eat?"
"It smells delicious here but mom wants us to go out to a place I don't even know what" I laughed and hugged him again.
"I brought you something" he whispered in my ear.
"What?" "Do you want to know?" He said as he lifted the bag up.
"Harry" I said sadly and looked at him.
"Stop looking at me like that or I will fucking get on my knees."
He said and my heart started beating fast and everything disappeared from my mind except his sentence.
I looked at him with wide eyes. He cleared his throat "Do you want to open it now?" He said nervously. "Um okay" I took the bag from him.
I opened it gently and it was a red box. I turned to him and said "Why did you bring me a gift?"
He looked at me softly "When I saw it I remembered you so I brought it for you." I felt butterflies flying in my stomach.
I opened the box and there was a beautiful red bag the size of the one I have that I always wear. But more beautiful. "Harry" I said and felt tears gathering and my throat tightening. I gently put it on the table and hugged him.
"Thank you didn't have to buy me anything" I said and the tears fell "Hey no need to cry, it's just a bag princess”. He said stroking my hair.
“Oh my God, I forgot the food on the stove.” I ran and put out the boiling pasta and went back to him. “Nothing burned,” I said, laughing and wiping my tears.
As we sat on the couch, his phone rang. “Mom uhgh” Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.
Then he answered. “Yes mom.. I know, I’m close.. No.. okay.. No I said okay mom.” His brows furrowed and he let out a sigh of annoyance. He hung up.
He looked at me, smiled and kissed my cheek, "I have to go, sorry." I hugged him and murmured, "It's okay." He pulled away and looked at me, about to say something before he got up and left.
For two days we texted late at night, in the afternoon, and when he finished work. It was very innocent conversation.
Today his mother and sister are going back to England. I didn't mean to get excited, but I was. I missed spending time with him.
The girls were going out today but I told them I was busy. Harry and I were going to go to the library.
I was getting ready, I put on a little white dress and comfortable white boots.
I put on my make up and now I was standing by the window waiting for Harry to come. I saw his car stop and I jumped and then pulled myself together.
A minute later there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and it was Harry in a half-open shirt. His hair was shiny and he looked like he had just taken a shower.
“Harry" I hugged him and he lifted me off the ground and spun us around. "Harry" I laughed "My princess" he said with a laugh. "Put me down, my dress will wrinkle"
He put me down and we recovered from laughing then looked at each other. “Are you ready?” he said with a smile “Yes sooo ready !!”
He took my hand and we walked out to the car, I didn't feel for a second that our situation was as wired as my friends say, I pushed the thought aside and enjoyed the moment. He opened the car door for me and I got in.
The drive to the library was quiet with little conversation. We were going to one of the biggest libraries. I was so excited.
He parked the car and we got out. There were people everywhere. I was starting to feel nervous so I moved closer to Harry until my hand was brushing his. "Are you okay?" I nodded.
He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I looked at him and he smiled so I felt comfortable putting my arm around his waist and he didn't say anything.
We walked around the library and I looked at the books and took pictures of several to buy later.
When we got out Harry said, “There’s a museum close to the library do you want to go?” My heart skipped a beat because I always wanted to go and never had the time or energy.
“If you want to.” Harry didn’t reply and we walked to the museum. It was indescribable, everything was so beautiful, I wanted to stay longer but Harry said it was nine and we should get out.
We got in the car and Harry said, “Dinner?” “If you’re hungry.”
“Are you hungry princess?” “Not much.” We stopped at a red light. “What do you want to eat?” Harry asked in a low voice. “Anything?” “Indian food?” I don’t like Indian food.
“If you want” “Italian?” “Anything is fine.” Harry took a deep breath and stood to the side.
“What do you want?” My cheeks burned. “It’s no big deal Harry, anything will be fine.” Harry went to the restaurant where we had eaten the first time.
We sat next to each other and Harry ordered almost everything in the menu after he asked me and I said pasta. We finished dinner and went back to my apartment.
Harry came out and we stood at the building door. I thought he wanted to come in but he stopped and took my hands.
“Did you have fun today?” he whispered, his face close to mine. “Uhm” I looking at our hands.
“Did you know that I like spending time with you princess?” My cheeks burned.
“Can I ask you something?” He said softly, I looked into his eyes my heart pounding and my hands starting to shake, but he held them tightly to stop them from shaking.
I looked up and for a moment I thought I might faint from the way he was looking at me. His eyes were shining, clearly nervous.
“Yes” I whispered and looked down. “Look at me” I looked up after a few seconds. “May I take you on a date?”
My ears started ringing, I started feeling dizzy, my heart was beating all over the place, and my legs couldn't hold me up.
Harry’s POV
Two days ago, I thought she would refuse to go on a date with me. But her eyes sparkled, her pupils got bigger and her hands were shaking, but she just smiled and nodded.
I couldn't believe it so I texted her that night to make sure she still wanna go out with me. So here I am going to buy flowers for her and pick her up.
I got the pink flowers. I knocked on her apartment door. Seconds later she opened the door wearing a short, soft pink dress.
I smiled and hugged her, "You look beautiful" I kissed her cheek. "Look at the coincidence, I brought you pink flowers" She laughed and took them then kissed my cheek. "Thank you Harry" She went to put them in the water and came back and we left.
We went to a fancy restaurant, and took the elevator to the thirtieth floor? I don't really know, she's so beautiful and took all my attention.
We sat at a table but she didn't like her chair position and wanted to sit next to me so I moved my chair closer to her. "So you never drink?" I asked curiously.
"No, I guess I'm afraid of losing attention to what's going on around me" she said playing with her hair.
The food was served and we sat talking about what she did and where I went with my mom and sister and my fights with my sister. I didn't go into much detail about my relationship with them.
We finished dinner and I dropped her off at her apartment.
A few days later we had our second date, it was at her apartment. We played puzzles and ordered dinner.
We sat in silence for a moment after dinner. “Harry,” she said quietly and nervously.
“Yeah my princess?” “I want to tell you something,” she mumbled, looking at her hands.
“You can tell me anything.” She looked at me for a moment then looked away. “I’ve never kissed anyone before” she whispered, hugging her legs. What?
“Don’t be mad at me, please,” she whispered, covering her eyes. “I wanted to tell you before but I couldn’t” she said with a trembling voice.
“Hey, look at me,” I pulled her hands away from her eyes, her face red and her eyes watery.
“You’ve never kissed anyone before? Like never? Not even a kiss without a kissing?” She shook her head no. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”
I looked at her lips for a moment then into her eyes, “Sorry but does that mean you didn’t do the other stuff??” She shook her head and put her hands over her eyes. I pulled her hands away again.
“You’ve never had sex?”
“Harryyyy.” She closed her eyes.
“You’re the only guy I’ve ever talked to,” she said with a trembling voice. I hugged her when she almost cry and then we moved on.
I convinced her to come over to my place for our next date. She agreed so here I am today nervous as hell.
I made lasagna since she loves all kinds of pasta. With Caesar salad and champagne if she wanted to drink.
I went to take a shower and put on a black shirt and pants. I texted her to let me know when she was ready and I sent her my driver Cal.
Lillian’s POV
Call me crazy but I feel like he's going to kiss me today. I haven't given him a chance to touch me on the last two dates. But I think it's time.
I put on a red silk dress, black heels and the bag Harry gave me. I baked a vanilla cake, and put cream and strawberries to take with me. Harry said he'd send me a car so I went out.
A very big man (not kidding) opened the door for me. I thanked him. The whole way I tried to remember the way to Harry's house, it was close but because I’m nervous it felt like it was forever.
We stopped at a gate, the man opened the door for me and I thanked him again.
He talked for the first time "door code 1294" I went to the door next to the gate and wrote down the numbers and went in.
There was little big house and big garden in front of me. I couldn't see it well in the dark but it was very big and full of trees.
I walked to the front door. My stomach started to hurt from the tension. I rang the bell and hoped the pain would go away.
It was just Harry, the place had just changed. There was no need to panic.
Harry opened the door and looked at me with a smile. "Hello princess." He took the box from me and hugged me, then took my hand and we entered.
Directly in front of me on the right was a staircase and on the left was a large living room with a large glass door from ceiling to floor in the middle of the wall. At the beginning of the living room there was a piano and shelves.
Then in the middle was the sofas. The walls were light gray and the couch dark gray, the floor was light. "Do you like it?" Harry asked as I looked around.
I didn’t have time to answer him when a cat came towards us meowing. "You have a cat???" I asked in shock as I got down to pet her.
"Her name is Grey."
"Hi Grey" She closed her eyes as she let me pet her.
"She seems to like you, she's very moody, doesn't like strangers."
“She’s cute Harry,” I said grumbling. “Why didn’t you tell me about her before?” I looked at him and he held out his hand for me to stand up. “I don’t know why it didn’t crossed my mind.”
“Your house so gorgeous .” When we walked in, the kitchen was to the right, open to the living room, and there was a dining table. “Thank you, my princess. Sit down, I will bring the food.”
The table was set with gray plates, spoons, and a candle. I sat on the edge of the table with my back to the kitchen. I didn't think he was that romantic.
I smiled when I saw him coming. "Do you need some help?"
"Just have a seat, princess." I would never get used to the name.
Harry put the salad and lasagna, "Would you like some champagne?" "No thanks." Harry poured himself some champagne and brought me water.
We sat down to eat then I said, "This is so delicious, thank you." I reached for a napkin but hit Harry's glass and spilled all over him. "Oh my god, I'm sorry." I grabbed the napkin to clean it up.
"It's okay, princess." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "Sorry, Harry." He took my hand and sat me down. "Hey, I'm home, I can easily change, it's okay, princess."
He kissed my head and said, "I'll change and come back."
I wanted to cry when I saw his empty glass. I got up and got the champagne and poured him another one. Harry came back in a grey t-shirt and black sweatpants.
“You didn’t have to refill my glass” he said, smiling at me.
We finished and I got up to put the dishes in the dishwasher with him, but he stopped me and sent me to sit down.
I sat on the couch and Grey jumped into my lap and I played with her. Harry came and sat next to me. “I’ve always wanted a cat, but I never had the time, and I didn’t want to leave the cat alone all the time” I said, then kissed Grey’s head.
I looked at him and slowly our smiles fade. I feel so nervous and excited, i bit my lip and looked down to avoid his stares. Grey jumped around again at me so I kissed her and pet her.
“Princess” Harry whispered and my cheeks burned. I looked up and his face so close, he holds Grey and put her down.
“Harry..” I mumbled. His hand touching mine, i wanna kiss him and i am so scared.
He slowly brings his lips closer to mine and I couldn’t move back, i want him to kiss me.
He brush his lips down on my jaw and i let pathetic breath.
“If you wanna stop you can tell me Princess”
“please” i don’t know what I’m begging for or why. He gives me a soft kiss, i still didn’t make a move not even opening my mouth.
He sucked my lower lip a little and I felt so dizzy, i feel his breath on my face, and wet sucking voice.
He gently pushed me to lie on the couch, my dress exposing my thighs so I kept on of my hands on his, while my other hand on my dress, his other hand on my jaw, sucking my lips slowly.
His nose on my cheek, i feel mine on his, and i feel the recently shaved face, and my stomach burning from the strange and completely new feeling.
My lips haven't moved yet I don't know what to do, it took me a few seconds to mimic what he was doing.
I kiss his upper lip then suck it gently, he stopped kissing me completely and made me do it for a few seconds until he slowly kissed me back.
I was holding my breath but now I'm breathing slowly. My legs started to hurt from the position, but I didn't move.
My hands moved to his shoulders then his neck, I was so nervous to touch him but when I felt his hand moving mine and put it on his cheek to his chest then back his cheek again, I brought his face closer to me as if he could be closer, until I felt my lips hurting me.
I pushed him a little and when I realized that my dress was very high and my panties were showing I quickly put my hands down on my dress.
His hands were behind my back they he carried me to sit on his lap. I looked at him as he smiled and then I realized what had happened.
I put my head on his shoulder and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Harry’s POV
I set her on my stomach because my cock was hard as fuck and I didn’t want to scare her, she put her head on my shoulder for a moment.
I looked down at her thighs, her dress was a bit up. She pulled her head back and looked at me, her face was so red, “hi” I said softly, “you did good princess” I kissed her cheek then her forehead, she hit my lips with hers and start kissing me again, i smiled then i kissed her harder, she whine softly and i almost cum i pull her back, she was out of breath, but tried to kiss me again.
“so greedy baby, you need to breathe”, her expression got sad.
“None of that princess” i kissed her again, our teeth clashed a little. I felt something wet on me, for a moment I thought i cum, but no it was on my stomach, I smiled at the thought of the source of the wetness.
I think she's too busy to realize she's dripping.
I was about to cum and I didn’t even touch my cock.
I pull back, “princess i need the bathroom” She got off my lap, I looked down at the black spot on my gray shirt, then looked at her.
She dragged her gaze down to my stomach. “Harr— I’m sorry oh god” she whispered and reached for a napkin, she was freaking out about to cry and her cheeks were flashing. I stopped her.
“Hay hay, relax it’s fine, happens to everyone” It doesn't happen to everyone. Only happens when you’re so horny.
“it’s okay“ I pulled her between my arms and kissed her head, “you’re so sweet you know? For a first kiss this one was pretty amazing. If I didn't know you I wouldn’t believe it was your first kiss”.
She laughed. “Now i need the bathroom, can i go?” She pulled away “uhmm”
Grey jumped up to her. I walked fast upstairs to my bedroom and go to the bathroom and locked it.
I took my cock out, I tried to be fast, I fist my hand around my cock and let out inhuman grumbling, i fucked my hand fast and hard, with her image on my mind, swollen lips, red cheeks, the line between her breasts, I want to bury my face between them, her delicious thighs, and what is between them, I want to smell, bury myself inside her, I want her touch on me, and I want to touch her everywhere.
“Fuuucccckk” I came so hard, my cum all over the toilet, the guilt on my chest so heavy.
I cleaned the toilet, i took my shirt off and smell the almost dry spot, her smell so good.
I put the shirt in the closet I don’t want to wash it. And changed my pants and put t-shirt on. I went downstairs and she was playing with Grey.
When she looked at me her cheeks turned red, “need something to drink princess?” “Water please “ she mumbled.
I grabbed two glasses. “Sleep here tonight, it’s getting late” she choked on the water, and shook her head no, "I'll sleep on the couch, you can take the bed." She shook her head no again.
“I don’t have to go to work tomorrow, we can make breakfast together.” She looked at me hesitantly and then said, “I don’t have my stuff to stay in.” Grey clung to her and licked her cheek. “It tickles me, oh my god,” she laughed. “I have an extra toothbrush, and I can lend you my clothes.” I smiled at the scene in front of me.
“Harry,” she said, clearly trying to refuse. “I won’t take no for an answer. You brought a cake, huh?”
Her face lit up even more. “Yes! I’ll get it.” I went with her to the kitchen and pulled out a plate. We cut off a piece and started eating. “Your house is so beautiful.” She said as she tried to sit on the counter but couldn’t so I lifted her up. I stood between her legs and held the plate between us. “Really?” “Uh huh.”
“We’re going for a tour in a bit.” Grey came over and started making noises as she tried to jump. We laughed and then I got down and lifted her up to sit on my Angel thighs. “She’s so cute ahghhh”
I've never seen Gray like anyone.
Lillian’s POV
We finished and Harry dropped me off the counter and walked to a door near the kitchen. "Let's go to the basement first"
he said as we went down the stairs and into the gym. "Wow you have your own gym?"
I walked around the room with Harry standing behind me. We went upstairs and went to Harry's office.
There was a desk in front of a floor-to-ceiling window and a library filled with files and books. We walked out silently and went upstairs.
There was a door right in front of the stairs. "This is my room" he said in my ear.
I felt my stomach burn from his deep voice. We walked in, the walls were gray, a very large bed, a couch next to the balcony. The dressing table was between the archway and the bathroom door.
We entered the archway it was a closet.
"Oh my god" it was very beautiful and very big. I looked at Harry in surprise as he smiled.
"Do you own the house?" He nodded.
"I won't forgive you if you sell it."
We walked out of the room and went to three more, all of them guest bedrooms.
Down the hall we entered the laundry room. "Do you have a roof?" I asked.
"No but I have a garden" he said and we went to his room. I sat on the edge of his bed and looked around. The bed was very comfortable and soft and very manly too.
Harry came back from the closet. "I got a t-shirt and shorts and sweatpants I didn't know what you'd like" I blushed and took them. "Thank you.. I need the bathroom" I said as I walked.
I closed the door and it was a very large bathroom with a bathtub and a shower area enclosed. I used the toilet and then got dressed.
My panties were so wet so I took them off and covered them with my dress and put them aside. What happened earlier was so embarrassing.
The pants were too long so I put on the shorts. They were tight but comfortable. His t-shirt was so big and covered my thighs.
I went out and told Harry I was going to get my bag.
I brought makeup remover wipes after our first dinner.
I learned my lesson.
I asked him if he had any face wash and he gave it to me along with a new toothbrush.
I washed up and went out and he got in after me.
I sat on the bed and looked at the clock. It was 11. I didn't have a sleep schedule. Whenever I slept, I slept.
"I can sleep on the couch," Harry said. We already slept in the same bed so there's no need for all this.
"No, it's okay, you can sleep here." Grey entered the room and Harry took her out and closed the door. Then he turned off the lights.
It was very quiet as I got under the grey covers. It was very cold but I tried to warm up.
Next to me Harry, he moved a bit then stopped. "Thanks Harry." I whispered.
"It's okay princess, good night." "Good night."
I kept moving. I couldn't sleep. I didn't know if Harry had fallen asleep.
I looked at the clock and it was 1 am.
I thought about what to do and then decided to get out of bed.
I opened the door quietly and closed it and went downstairs.
Grey was awake too so I sat down to play with her on the living room rug.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" I jumped and put my hand on my heart.
"Harry you scared me." He came beside me.
"You need to sleep let's go." He took my hand and led me upstairs.
“I need water,” I whispered as we entered the room.
Harry sat me down and went to get some. He gave it to me.
“Thank you.” He lay down and pulled me towards him.
A heat between my thighs but I tried to ignore everything and focus on Harry’s breathing.
My head was between his neck and his shoulder, my body on his, he was so warm.
“Harry I can’t sleep.” He held me tighter. “Shhh relax your body.” I tried to relax it but it was no use.
I tried to get out of his grip but he wouldn’t let me.
“Stop moving, I won’t let you go,” he said sleepily. “Harry you sleep, I can’t sleep.” I groaned.
“You’re going to sleep.” I gave up and hugged him tightly, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent.
There wasn’t a single thought in my mind so I fell asleep.
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faggotfungus · 7 months ago
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Wildlife painting by Large Dwayne Harty
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the-football-chick · 9 months ago
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The Bills are cleaning house
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dpxdc-prompts · 1 year ago
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Whenever I try to talk about Butch Hartman, I can’t remember his name for the life of me. Here are some of my favorite fumbles while trying to remember his name:
Joe Cartman
Brent Williams
Book Man
Bart Hart
Harty B
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birdiebortnik · 3 months ago
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ah fu k
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