change fifteen

Cho Chang is like fifteen when a boy tries to change the subject and she replies “But I need to talk about it,” which 1) HERO, LIFE GOALS, and 2) she then adds “Surely you need to talk about it too” like she’s worried about this dude’s mental health while also pleading for a kindred spirit. Protect this child.

Paul and I had been together since he was fifteen and I was sixteen.
—  John Lennon, The Beatles: Anthology (317)

NEVER ask a taylor swift fan what their favorite song is unless you want to see them have a mental breakdown in front of you as they try to explain to you that they simply cannot choose one song


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Park Jimin. Hogwarts!au. 7k words. Fluff. 

↠ Unraveling the reasons to Park Jimin’s assortment into Slytherin.

Park Jimin, for lack of a better word, is magnetic. An eye catching grandeur. A brilliant meteor cutting through the dead of the night. A glitter of gold and silver. It is no exaggeration when you say you would find yourself singling him out of many other ground-swept robes, clicking heels, wand wielders. It’s not the hair, no –not the locks of fireplace or charcoal ashes, it isn’t also the distinct pitch weaving through buzzing chatters nor is it the recurring dark smoke filling the air at the back row in charms. Thinking of the reason alone sends a pang of melancholy through your veins as your mind tries to block out the patches of defiled memories almost instinctively. But the unavoidable fact of the matter is, Jimin was once your world.

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“I liked the building, not you.”

A/N: Hope this breaks my writing hiatus.  I tried to make this as realistic as possible. I might have more parts if you guys like it. 

Paring: Shawn X Fan

Word Count: 3,175

I wasn’t sure which neighbourhood I was in or how I exactly got there but I didn’t care. As I passed further into the blocks of residential houses the more they began to bloom with colour and greengage. I felt like I was returning home.

I continued listening to my music out of one earbud and ambled my way down the streets, the shutter on my camera never seemed to stop. Everything was perfect and it had been so long since I felt this way.

Toronto was good for me but it also was different. It was nothing like back home and after living on The Rock for my whole life I wasn’t used to change. Moving to Toronto I expected that my abilities would expand and flex but after the third month, I was feeling trapped. My source for photography was suddenly limited and I was trying to learn to adapt.

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Permanent Ink // Soulmate AU

Prompt: The things your soulmate loves show up on your skin.
Overview: What Newt loves most in the world are his magical creatures…Which is rather confusing for his soulmate, a Muggle with no knowledge of magic.

⇢ A Newt Scamander x Muggle!Reader Soulmate AU.

The first time Y/N noticed a marking on her arm, she could not, for the life of her, understand what it was.

Not that it was difficult to discern, but rather she had never seen anything quite like it. With the head of an eagle and the rear of horse, it reminded Y/N of a hybrid cross between a Griffin and a centaur.

She thought that, maybe, her soulmate had a strange affinity toward mythology.

Not long after, a new tattoo appeared. In ways, it was stranger than the first. Its outline was in the shape of a fungus, with sharp bristles surrounding the outer stem. Y/N studied the mark the very moment she spotted it before pursing her lips and turning back to her book.

At seven years old, Y/N supposed she had better things to do than mull over the strange penchants of her soulmate.

She would worry about them another time.

Newt Scamander was fourteen when he first fell in love.

As outlines of books, ink, and artwork filled his inner forearm, he grew more and more excited to meet his soulmate. Newt thought he would finally find someone who understood him and appreciated his unwonted passions.

But too soon, he found that camaraderie with someone else.

Too soon, he found Leta Lestrange.

She was everything Newt thought his soulmate would be. Leta was passionate, driven, and, most importantly, she shared his love of magical creatures.

Every thought he had of Leta was followed by a feeling of shame; his heart ached, imagining the betrayal his soulmate must’ve experienced. But as Newt traced the tattoos on his arm, then stared back at the girl in front of him as she declaimed the cruelties Hippogriffs had to face, he knew what he felt was nothing less than love.

And sometimes, people just can’t help who they fall in love with. Even if it’s with the wrong person.

Y/N was fourteen when she saw the outline of another woman’s face etched permanently onto her skin.

She bit her lip, hoping that maybe it was her soulmate’s relative. But even she knew that wasn’t how the markings worked. And no amount of wishing could change that.

Now, almost fifteen years later, every day was a painful reminder of what should’ve been, but never was. As often as she could, Y/N wore long sleeves to keep herself from staring at the marks of betrayal on her arm. Still, her mind wandered.

Together or not, her soulmate was still out there and she wanted them to be happy. No matter what.

If anything, Y/N decided that she at least had her books. And as she ran her fingers across the dusty spines on the shelf, she realized she was content.

Until a fluffy, rodent-like animal scurried across the floor, brushing against her ankles.

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anonymous asked:

Something with plants prompt?

Well, seeing as this was a pretty broad prompt, I decided to have some fun with it.

“Hey, what’s this?”

Nino glanced over at the potted plant on his windowsill. “Oh, I’m keeping it there for my sister. Apparently, my window gets the right amount of light.”

“Yeah, but…” Chat Noir leaned forward to delicately sniff it. “What is it?”


Chat Noir raised a brow. “It smells really good.”

“I mean, I guess it smells alright.” Nino shrugged.

“No, I mean it smells really good.”

Nino straightened, alert now that he noticed the way Chat Noir’s speech was beginning to slur. “Maybe you should stop smelling it.”

“No, it’s fine.” He gently rubbed his cheek against the plant. “It just smells-”

Nino gently grabbed his tail to tug him away from the catnip. “Okay, I know you keep saying you’re not a cat, but just this once, I think you kind of are.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you know any good THoB fix it fics, but specifically comfort still taking place at Baskerville *coughcough post scene in front of the fire place cough* Tysm!!!!!!

Hi Nonny! Not a whole lot of fix-its… A lot more angsty than anything, but I do have a few taking place during and inspired by THoB!


Mentality by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1k+ w. || Friendship, Hurt / Comfort) – It was weird. But Sherlock was having a panic attack. Re-write of the Hounds of the Baskerville scene. Doctor!John.

What Sherlock Missed by chappysmom (K, 1k+ w. || Friendship, Fluff, Silly Ending) – Maybe Sherlock didn’t see everything he should have seen at Baskerville. 

Baskerville After Dark by Ttime42 (T, 1k+ w. || Friendship, Humour, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Pre-Slash) – John and Sherlock have to share a bed at Baskerville. Snippets of their time at Dartmoor.

Equilibrium by augustbird (M, 12,351 w. || Jealous then Worried Sherlock, Sick John) – At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it’s a race against time to save himself. Flowers for Algernon fusion.

Duvet (green) by Mazarin221b (G, 2021 w. || Post-HoB, Revelations, First Kiss, Sherlock’s Mind Palace) – Sherlock recalibrates and restructures his mind palace so it looks like 221b. What he chooses to put in John’s room is a bit of a surprise, and a revelation.


Living In Fear by Lady Sam Mallory  (T, 4k+ w. || H/C, Angst, Post-THoB, Nightmares/PTSD) – Missing Scene for Hounds of the Baskerville. John suffers from massive PTSD episodes upon their return from Dartmoor.

In The Wake by Ambikai (K+, 2k+ w. || Post-THOB, H/C, Friendship) – After returning from Baskerville, Sherlock and John deal with the aftermath: unsure of where they sit with one another.

After the Bombs by VampirePam (T, 3k+ w. || Angst, H/C, PTSD) – In which the drugs Sherlock used to dose John trigger a severe episode of PTSD. When terrors old and new cause John to fall apart, Sherlock must rectify his mistake and pick up the pieces.

Afghanistan in Baskerville by Amaya Ramiel (K+, 4k+ w. || Hurt/Comfort, PTSD) – What if John hadn’t seen the hound when Sherlock trapped him in the lab? What if instead, his very real nightmares of the war had materialized all around him? Trapped and drugged, John can’t tell what’s real and what’s not. How will Sherlock react?

Peaky by mattmetzger  (K+, 1k + w. || Post-THoB, Friendship, Angst, PTSD / Nightmares) – A nightmare is nothing but a brain processing recent events, and having a bad light to do it in. It will run its course. So why can’t Sherlock just leave?


Too Visible by chappysmom (K+, 23K+ w. || Friendship, AU, John’s Got an Ability) – With his gift of being invisible, John has always worried about being locked away in an experimental government lab. Baskerville is quite literally John’s worst nightmare—and the hound has nothing to do with it. It’s all Sherlock’s fault, but will he realize that? Sequel to Invisible and Still Invisible, Prequel to Invisible Once More

You Remind Me of a Man by columbine-and-asphodel (M, 17k+ w. || Sci-Fi, H/C, AU) – Sherlock is a living human experiment. John, an android medicinal ethics monitor, reviews the place that’s been experimenting on Sherlock and is thrown by what he finds. Inspired by but no spoilers for The Hounds of Baskerville.

The Curious Adventure of the Drs. Watson by ShinySherlock (M, 40,883 w. || Body Swap, Time Travel, Magical Artifacts, Victorianlock, ACD-BBC Fusion) – What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places… John finds a journal and goes on an adventure that he never asked for.


(I haven’t read these yet, so read at your own risk.)

I’ve Just Got One by sarah_jehan (G, 1797 w. || Johnlock Freeform, Fluff) – Slightly-altered episode insert in which John simply walks away from Sherlock after the “friend” in The Hounds Of Baskerville spiel and Sherlock watches him leave instead of going after him and it’s a bit fluffy.

The Innkeeper’s Question by orphan_account (M, 1735 w. || Fluff) – This is set in Season 2, episode 2 of Sherlock. A bit fluffy, a bit serious, but overall lots of fun.

Fifteen Years by Bitenomnom (NR, 1209 w. || Marriage, Retirement, Kissing, Character Death, Introspection) – A lot changes in fifteen years, and a lot doesn’t. Fifteen years before Baskerville, John wanted a dog. Fifteen years before Sherlock was in court, Sherlock was in court. Fifteen years before John met Sherlock, John wasn’t interested in the violin. Fifteen years before he met Irene Adler, someone asked Sherlock out for dinner. Fifteen years before Sherlock kissed John, Sherlock kissed John. Part 46 of Mathematical Proof {{I’ve read a few stories in this series, and it’s been very enjoyable, so this will probably be a good one too.}}

Memento by audentes_fortuna_iuvat (E, 25,050 w.+ WiP || Angst, Character Study, Sherlock’s Past, Friend to Lovers) – Sherlock remembers flashes of time the way lightning strikes and thunder sounds during storms: suddenly and overwhelmingly. Some memories flood back like the opening of a dam, others yet like a broken tap, slow and steady and weak. And at the center of them all lies John Watson, the axis mundi of Sherlock Holmes’ life. Time floats on with John, and Sherlock starts to realize he’s dividing his life into two categories: Pre-John and With-John. As the axis turns harder and faster for Sherlock, he feels his life both coming together and unraveling at the same time. And soon, Sherlock finds himself in his greatest deduction yet, that of his mind and his heart, and finally sees how a self-professed ‘high functioning sociopath’ falls in love.

Silhouettes by allonsys_girl (E, 28,585 w. || Fluff, Bed Sharing, Angst, Drinking, Grief, Infidelity, Drug Use, POV John, Parentlock) – Sherlock and John find comfort in each other’s arms, but as ever with these two, it’s not your typical relationship. It’s fluffy at the beginning, gets deeply angsty in the middle, gets porny at the end. {{I think Baskerville is just briefly mentioned in the first chapter, it was tagged with THoB.}}

The Return to Baskerville by PeaJay (E, 31,343 w. || Angst, Torture, Est. Rel., John Whump, Case Fic, Smut, Graphic Violence) – Sherlock and John return to Baskerville to have another look around. They find a lot more than they bargain for. Especially John, who is kidnapped and brutally tortured. Graphic violence.
Part of the Mind the Gap series but can be read as a stand alone fic. Part 2 of Mind the Gap {{Been putting this one off because of the violence I think}}

Still of the Night by SoonerOrLater (G, 3717 w. || H/C, Angst, PTSD, Friendship) –  Short post-ep for Hounds of Baskerville, John and Sherlock talk a bit and deal with the fallout of the past few days, while Sherlock worries about the future.

The Naked Time by greyamber (T, 1217 w. || Pre-Slash, John’s Sci-Fi Obsession, Unhappy Ending) –  “John Hamish Watson was a hopeless Science Fiction fan, not that he could help. He had grown up with the Doctor, after all. Thank you very much.”

In Which There is a Row at Baskerville by thequeergiraffe (T, 944 w. || Pre-Slash) – John and Sherlock discuss the nature of their relationship. Can be read as a standalone. Part 20 of The Spaces In-between 

Hope these are satisfactory! Please, if any of y’all have suggestions, particularly the one that Nonny is looking for, feel free to add them!

Title: Incandescent | Chapter One

Rated: T (language/violence)

Summary: There are monsters in the word. Demons that crawl from the blackest pits and breach the Earth, murdering and feasting on the bones of humans. Lucy has spent her entire life training to fight the skeletons in her closet. Natsu has spent his life running from them. Unfortunate circumstances find the pair of them at Saint Katherine’s Academy, a school of black magic and demons. (Monster Hunter!AU)

Word Count: 3072 |

The air smells of musk and sweat and beneath that something sharper—something metallic that rests heavy in the room, coating her tongue and leaving a bitter taste in its wake. Lucy grimaces as the smell hits her, nearly recoiling at how pungent it is. She catches herself quickly, steeling her features and continuing into the crowded room, unimpressed with the flickering lights and water-stained ceiling of the abandoned warehouse. She steps in a puddle of what she hopes is water, eyeing the liquid with distaste before shaking off her boot.

She glances towards the group crowding the middle of the room, forming a large ring around a pair of fighters in the center, cheering and screaming as the men beat each other. According to the large screen overhead, one is called Bora of Prominence, and Lucy recognizes the tattoo above his eye from the flier she was given previously this week. The other fighter is simply called Jackal, and Lucy doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to forget the smile on his face as he draws blood.

Jackal lands a heavy blow across Bora’s face, sending the man crashing to the floor. The crowd swallows him from sight and Jackal throws his head back and laughs, the sound drowned by the heavy beat of music flooding through the overhead speakers. There’s something in Jackal’s eyes that she doesn’t like, amusement or maybe mirth, some twisted joy at seeing some bleed and hearing bones break.

Sneering, Lucy turns away, instead heading for the staircase off to the right, leading up the balcony overlooking the fights on three sides of the room, the front wall left bare. The music will be louder, she thinks, enough to give her a headache for days, but the view will be better. She’s in no mood to fight through a screaming crowd just to watch a couple of men fight like dogs. If she wanted to watch people kill each other, she would have gone with Laxus to speak with Hades. No matter. Lucy didn’t come here to listen to the fighters and the crowds scream. She came to recruit.

There have been whispers lately, rumors, and she intends to find out just how true they are.

Her foot touches down on iron, and the entire set of stairs quivers violently, trembling beneath her slight weight. She scoffs, glancing down at the rust beneath her dark boots and wondering if a fall from the top would kill her or merely leave her broken. Perhaps, a bit of both. Shaking the thought away, Lucy takes another step, one hand on the railing beside her. The metal is cool against her fingers, left uncovered by her ratty gloves stretched over her palms.

It’s not the building she needs to watch out for at this point, it’s the people—the monsters. A tall man built like a wall passes by her, heading for the ground floor, and Lucy thinks he might be one of the night’s fighters, a man named Ezel that she saw briefly on the roster. His gaze rests heavy on her form, as she walks by, and Lucy clenches her jaw until she feels his eyes leave her frame. Her gun weighs heavy against her hip, a constant reminder of what lurks in the shadows, watching—hunting. Men. Animals. Monsters.

With her luck, all three.

Halfway up the stairs, Lucy freezes, her steps faltering as her grip tightens on the railing, her knuckles turning a stark white as her muscles tense. Pausing, Lucy breathes in heavily through her nose, searching for the phantom scent that seems to have disappeared as quickly as it came. She finds it again a moment later, the smell suffocating her, slithering down her throat and curling through her lungs, thick and dark and bitter. Sulfur floods her senses, choking her and resting thick on her tongue.

Lucy’s lips pull back over her teeth and she snarls, casting a quick glance around the room for anything suspicious. Nothing. Her fingers itch to grab her gun, but the smell is faint, days old, so she forces herself to relax, knowing better than to work herself up over nothing. Besides, it’s not a demon she’s looking for.

It’s a Dragon.

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I Hate You || Jack Maynard Imagine

“Y/N? Is that you?” I spin around, and come face to face, with the one person I thought I would never have to see again. Jack Maynard. I rake my eyes over his body and back up to his face. He hasn’t changed since we were fifteen.

“Um, yeah that’s me.” I trail off, turning back to the steaming coffee sitting on the table before me. The memories, of us and how much we hated each other run through my head. I sense him walking around me and out the door.

“Hey, babes, sorry I’m late,” B/F trails off but after seeing my facial expression she asks, “What? What’s happened?”

I look up at her and sigh, “I just saw Jack.”

I watch her expression go from confusion to one of knowing. She knew of my past with Jack Maynard, even though I had met her long after  

“Oh well, Are you coming over to meet my new boyfriend tonight?” She says in an attempt to distract me.

“I mean, Yeah,” I chuckle, “I want to meet the person that I’m going to have to trust with your heart.”

B/F laughs and takes a sip of her coffee. I smile over at her. “I need a new outfit to wear tonight babes, you said he has roommates, could be a night to impress.” I wink at her.

“Yeah,” she laughs, “Let’s go shopping.”


As I finish the final touches on my makeup, B/F walks into our shared bathroom. I stand up and do a quick once over of my outfit. Ripped blue denim shorts, a black tank with the words “God Is Good” printed in a bold white text and a flannel adorned my body making me look super hipster.

“Do I look alright?” I spin myself around and let B/F assess my outfit. When I finally stop, I look over at B/F I see the smile that shows that she approves and I giggle.

“Yes, dude! Now let’s go!” she excitedly grabs my hand and pulls me out of our flat into the cold London air and into our waiting Uber.


B/F is excitedly rambling on about how I’m going to love her new boyfriend, Josh, while we walk through the halls and up towards his flat.

When we finally reach Josh’s door, B/F knocks excitedly and looks back at me and winks. A tall ginger guy opens the door and smiles widely and wraps his arms around B/F and kisses her softly. She pulls away from him and comes to stand next to me again, and hold my hand in hers and says, “Y/N this is Josh, Josh this is Y/N.”

I smile kindly up at my Best friends boyfriend. He says “Hello, come in and meet my roommates.”

 B/F quickly follows him inside, whereas I slowly make my way into the flat.

“Jack? Conor? Come and meet B/F’s friend.” he smiles over at me, but I can tell that all the blood has rushed from my face and that I’m staring at him in shock.

“Oh no,” B/F trails off “Please don’t be the Jack.” B/F looks over at me with a face of concern. I feel panic slowly rise into my throat and I give B/F a look of ‘are you serious?’. I hear footsteps make their way to the room that we are in and before I can see who it is I spin away from the group in an attempt to calm myself down.

“What do you mean?” Josh questions, confusion evident in his voice, “Wait you’re the Y/N? You’re the one that Jack was in love with when he was fifteen.” Josh says matter of factly.

“Are you fucking kidding me, josh?” The voice that I recognize as Jack’s ask. I slowly turn my body back so I’m facing Jack. I look at him and the memories of our last fight come rushing back to me.

“Jack! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout into his room.

“What are you on about?” A smug looking jack retaliates smirking over at me.

“You told Johnny that I liked him, and even worse than that you fucking told him that I’m a virgin?” I scream, trying not to cry

“So?” He asks making me scoff, “It’s true, nothing I told him was a lie.”

That’s what sets me off. I let the tears slip out of my eyes “I can’t believe you would do that to me.” I trail off.

“Well you shouldn’t tell people secrets.” he says matter of factly.

“I hate you.” I spit at him, I watch as hurt flashes over his eyes. But before he can say anything, turn away from him and make my way out of the house and into the streets.

“Hello Jack,” I say softly, meeting his gaze. His eyes immediately locking me to my spot on the floor.

“Hey,” He scratches the back of his neck, “How have you been?”

“I really don’t have time for small talk Maynard,” I spit, Not wanting to listen to him any longer I turn to josh and smile, “Is the other Maynard here?”

“Y/N?” Conor comes running into the room and engulfing me into a hug.

“Hey ConCon,” I laugh as we almost fall over, “How have you been bud?”

Conor laughs, “Really, you just flipped at Jack for the same question, but I’m good.”

“I flipped at Jack for pretending that we don’t hate each other.” I glance over at Jack and back to Conor.

“Seriously? You’re still pissed at him for what happened when you were fifteen?” Conor sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. I wasn’t pissed anymore. But he made it very apparent when we were younger that he hated me, so I wasn’t going to be the one to pretend that it didn’t happen.

“No. Actually, he helped me get my first boyfriend.” I smile, Look over to jack and raise my eyebrow.

“Johnny? Really?” Jack scoffs. I shake my head, “No, he told everyone that I was a virgin, so I was bullied like crazy, Thank you by the way, and then one of the people that would stand up for me and asked me out, B/F Jack was a good guy wasn’t he?” I look around looking for B/F and notice that she and Josh have disappeared making my giggle softly.

“Can you two just talk it out? I’ve missed you, and I’ve missed our little trio.” Conor sighs and pushes me towards Jack. “Conor, that’s not fair she hates my guts, I can’t do anything to change that,” Jack complains

“Tell her why you did it,” Conor says as he exits the room that we are standing in.

“What is he talking about?” I question, taking a step towards him. I watch as he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a seat on the couch, “Jack?”

“I can’t tell you,” he trails off, “You’ll only hate me more.” I step towards him and sit on the couch around an arm’s length away from him.

“I don’t hate you, anymore.” I sigh and run my hand over my face.

“Why? You should hate me. I’m the reason that you were bullied. I’m the reason that that guy took you away from me. It’s all my fault. I was in love with you, but I was jealous of all of the guys that you actually paid attention too. I’m an awful person. You should hate me.” His voice cracks with unshed tears and he turns towards me, takes my hand in his and kisses it softly. I have no time to react, I pull him towards me and wrap my arms around him.

“I’ve missed you, Maynard,” I whisper into his ear, “But if you had of told me that you liked me you would have known that I liked you too.” I laugh softly when he pulls away from me and looks at me skeptically. “But instead you decided to be a big dummy and hurt my feelings a lot.” I smile over at him. “Yeah, i did that, didn’t I? Can we start over?” he asks looking deep into my eyes. I nod slowly.“Go on a date with me?” he asks and takes my face in his hands. I nod my head again. Jack pulls my face to his and presses his lips to mine, I place my hands in his hair and smile into the kiss. I pull back and grin at his closed eyes.“God I’ve missed you.” he says as he wraps his arms around me once again.

Bates Motel in a nutshell

Norman, laying next to his mother in bed practically on top of her: I’m normal, right mother? 

Norma, stroking his hair as she starts crying like a housewife of orange county: of course you are. *kis*

Dylan: *something bad happens* oh man i love my fam but Romero should know about this. And Norma, pl EASE STOP ACTING SO CREEPY W/ UR SON JFC

Romero: why does everyone act so dramatic 

Emma: wot

How Marvin became Magnificent

            A young man with green hair walked along the streets of Athlone, his seafoam green eyes trained on the ground. The man’s name was Sean, but he preferred to go by Marvin. He was a softspoken person, quite unremarkable besides his unusual green locks. He wasn’t that way by choice though. He just found it hard to bring himself to stand out. And he hated that. He wanted to be someone that was remarkable, that everyone would want to pay attention to and possibly even revere. He wanted to be someone……magnificent. He just didn’t know how to accomplish that. 

             Out of nowhere, a flyer flew into his face. He pulled it off in annoyance and was about to throw it way when he saw what it was for. ‘Harlin’s Magic Shop. Authentic antique magicians tools and new tools for magic lovers and young magicians alike’ Was written on the flyer. Magic shop huh? He had always loved magic as a kid, heck he had even once dreamed of becoming a magician. Maybe he should check it out. He checked for an address on the flyer and saw that the shop was only a few blocks away. He hurried his pace, unaware that he was heading towards something that would change his destiny forever.

               Fifteen minutes later Marvin stood in front of the shop. It was in an old brick building with a ton of ivy crawling up the one side, the entrance a dark colored wood door with big dusty windows on either side. He could barely even see inside thanks to just how dirty the windows were. Jeez, had they never heard of Windex? He pushed open the door, causing a small bell to ring as he stepped inside. His jaw dropped as he took in the sights. They weren’t kidding when they said antiques. The place was full of cool, old magician stuff. 

                He carefully walked through the store, looking at everything in awe. This place was amazing! After a few minutes he found himself near the back of the store. He was about to turn and go check out the side he hadn’t been to yet when something caught his eye. In a glass case was a white porcelain mask, designed to resemble a cat face. Curious, he approached it to get a better look. The forehead of the mask had a red heart, a black club, a black spade, and a red diamond on it, the four symbols making a diamond shape. The inside of the ears was a bright green and it had a little red nose, the eyes outlined in black. Two maroon streaks were under each eye and it had six curly whiskers. Beneath the mask was a plaque that said, 'The Mask of Marvelo the Magnificent’. 

                  Something about the mask drew him in and he reached out to lift the case. “Unless you plan on paying eight hundred hundred dollars for that mask I suggest you don’t touch it,” A voice spoke up. Marvin visibly jumped, startled by the person’s sudden appearance. He turned around to face them, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. The person in front of him was an elderly gentleman, the hair under his flatcap was mostly grey with white speckled here and there and a bushy mustache sat on his lip. He leaned heavily on a wooden cane, the handle ornately carved into the face of a badger. 

                   "S-sorry. It’s a really nice mask. If you don’t mind me asking, who’s Marvelo the Magnificent? I’ve never heard of him,“ Marvin said, slightly intimidated by the salty old codger. "Doesn’t surprise me, his career ended way too soon. Marvelo was a true magician, none of the fake, smoke and mirrors stuff. Every trick he performed was real, despite what some may say. He once made a wooden statue of a cat come to life, becoming a real flesh and blood feline. And that is merely one of the many magnificent feats he pulled. Unfortunately, at the height of his career, he developed cancer. And sadly, his magic could not cure illnesses. He died within a month of being diagnosed. He was my great uncle. It was he who inspired me to open this shop,” The man said. 

                    “Oh. I take it you’re Harlin then?” The man nodded. “At your service,” He said, taking a bow. Marvin found himself staring at the mask again, the strange pull still there. “You know, before he died, Marvelo supposedly placed all of his magic within that mask. So that whoever was worthy might inherit his power should they put it on. You seem quite enamored with it, and no one else has really shown much interest before. It only collects dust here, and it does not have much sentimental value as I barely knew the man. Tell you what, you promise to take good care of it, and I’ll let you have it. For free. I think it’s taken a liking to you,” Harlin said.
                      Marvin’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?! Y-you’d really let me have it?” He stammered. The man just said it was worth eight hundred dollars, and he was giving it to him for free? “I have no need for money, I’m quite well off, and I have the feeling that you are meant to have it. Go ahead, you may take it,” Harlin told him. A bright smile lit up Marvin’s face and he thanked him profoundly. Marvin carefully put the mask into his shoulder bag and started to leave. “And hey, maybe that old mask will help you come out of your shell Marvin,” Harlin called after him. Marvin froze. “Wait, how do know my-,” When he turned to face him, Harlin was mysteriously gone, “name.” Where did he go? A little creeped out now, he hurriedly left the store and headed home.

                        When he finally got home Marvin flopped down on his couch with a sigh. Well that was an interesting day. He glanced at his shoulder bag which he had left on the coffee table. He was feeling that weird pull again. He got to his feet and grabbed the bag, heading into his bathroom. He set it down on the counter and pulled out the mask. He stared at it for a moment, turning it over in his hands and running his thumb along the detailing. Curiosity getting the better of him, he lifted it up to his face and slid it on. 

                        He looked up at his reflection in the mirror. It was funny, it felt…..right to be wearing it. Like it was meant for him. A soft hiss escaped him when pain suddenly lit up right behind his eyes, a burning sensation on his forhead. His whole body suddenly froze against his will, mouth slightly ajar and eyes wide as a bright blue glow emitted from his eyes. <i>~An heir has been found. You, Marvin McLaughlin, shall inherit Marvelo’s power. Use it to spread joy and wonder as he once did. No longer shall you be ordinary, young Marvin. Now you are Marvin the Magnificent,~</i> A soft, feminine voice whispered in his mind. 

                         Marvin gasped for air when the paralysis left him, gripping the counter tightly as his body trembled, leaning over the sink. He ripped the mask off of his face, still breathing heavily. Recalling the burning feeling, he quickly looked up at the mirror. He gasped in shock. Branded on his forehead were the same symbols as the ones on the mask. It could almost pass for a tattoo if it weren’t for one thing. The symbols were glowing. The club and spade had a red glow to them, the glow seeming to swirl as if it were a mist. The heart and diamond glowed black. Just like with the club and spade, the glow over the heart and diamond had a swirling motion to it.

                       He was about to reach out to grab the mask and was startled when it started to float towards him, his irises glowing a vibrant blue. A glow matching the glow in his eyes surrounded the mask. Was he doing that? The mask landed in his outstretched hand and the glow faded, both from it, and his eyes. Holy shit, that old man wasn’t kidding. The mask really did have magic in it. Or at least, it used to. Now all that magic was in him apparently. He glanced at the symbols on his forehead again. No way could he let people see them, they’d think he was a freak.

                         As his attention returned to the mask, a thought crossed his mind. ~Marvin the Magnificent huh? Has a nice ring to it. And isn’t this exactly what I was looking for? A chance to be something more? Heh, looks like I finally got that chance, just not in the way I expected,~ He grinned as he donned the mask again, ~Look out world, here comes Marvin the Magnificent. Prepare to be amazed.~

(( Here’s the little thing I said I was working on earlier. Hope you all enjoy. @magic-marvin-protection-patrol ))

Ever since they were 10 and Jackson moved into April’s neighborhood, they were inseparable. They did everything together - from catching fireflies to dancing at Homecoming. They were a package deal; one was not seen without the other. 

Until the end of senior year approached, and the split that happens to so many happened to them. Branching away from their hometown of Kalamazoo, Michigan, April went to Vassar to study pre-med and Jackson traveled to the University of Washington, undeclared. They were across the world from each other - more than a bike ride away for the first time. 

They never thought they’d lose touch, but time is unstoppable. People change and grow apart. Fifteen years is a long time - even long enough to forget about the person who’d once been the most important. 

But when Jackson shows up on April’s doorstep in army fatigues with nowhere else to go, those fifteen years seem to disappear. She’s looking into the face of her best friend, but soon learns how much they’ve both changed. 

Will things ever go back to how they used to be?

Look for “Feels Like Home” by @doctorkepner/melissaeverdeen13/@isarahdrew coming very soon!!

anonymous asked:

Could you recommend 3 books that you'd consider pivotal or thought-provoking?

yes, I can!

Love’s Work by Gillian Rose
the last few years my life has been shaped by reading Rose’s philosophy. this is not a heavy book, it’s her memoir but it is more than that. it is Rose’s exploration of life at the end of her own life, it is small and beautiful and yet it contains such multitudes

Paradiso by Dante 
especially this translation by Dorothy Sayers that retains the rhyming of the original. Paradiso is my favourite book of the Commedia and especially the last few cantos where Dante meets God. I think often of the beauty, paradox and divinity of those cantos.

Radical Technologies by Adam Greenfield
I got this in the Verso 90% off ebook sale last week and have been reading it on my phone. it is so important to step back and look at how life has changed in the last fifteen years and this book has allowed me to do that. it is frightening and exciting at the same time

anonymous asked:

Hello. Could you please give me an H&V starter list of 5-10 fics (that only exist on H&V) I should read? Thank you so much!

  1. Thirteenth Night by nelpher - MA, 24 chapters - When Hermione is assigned to keep tabs on a memory-charmed Draco, she is faced with a decision that could change her life forever.
  2. How Soon Is Now? by nelpher - M, One-shot -  A series of letters revealing what transpires when Hermione investigates a supposed breach of Draco’s probation.
  3. Waiting Room by nelpher - M, 21 chapters - A series of encounters with Draco in the waiting room of St. Mungo’s helps Hermione reconsider her views on love, friendship, and the intersection thereof.
  4. The Symmetrical Transit by everythursday - MA,10 Chapters - Draco believed the world was screwed up because a lack of balance. Everything in the world had its equal parts – love, hate; right, left; sun, moon – but no one ever grew up with these parts in the same proportion, which made them off. People were either forced to live discordant, or they were lucky enough to find that balance through someone else.
  5. Parade of the Sun by everythursday - MA, 35 Chapters - Floralis Fati is a plant with the power to control time, hidden in the wild, and protected by a magic that strips people of their own while seeking to kill them. Hermione wants it to save the world. Draco wants it to save himself. Sometimes what we want can destroy us - and sometimes it can build us new again.
  6. The Fallout by everythursday - MA, 49 Chapters - Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy.
  7. Respected Elf Enslaver by Alex25 - M, 10 Chapters - How could a romance, or even a friendship, or even a little RESPECT develop between Draco and Hermione? Owls between the two, IC, unique perspective, preHBP.
  8. A Pound of Flesh by Pennilyn Novus - MA,33 chapters - Becoming attached had never been part of the plan. Neither was falling in love. One night out on the town, Hermione comes face to face with Draco Malfoy–Memory Charmed and living as a Muggle–and an opportunity too good to pass up. What starts as revenge quickly grows into something more, and as Hermione delves deeper into the mysteries surrounding the man who can’t remember who he is - the man everyone thought was dead - she might discover more than she can handle.
  9. The Timekeeper’s Watch - Pennilyn Novus – K, 3 chapters - He can’t change anything, but everything will change.
  10. Fifteen Minutes - Little DollfaceM, one-shot - “Come on, Hermione. Live a little,” Lavender said just before Hermione was forcefully dragged into the hot, crowded room by her arm.