mirror bag

What Each House Collects

Slytherin: Paper cuts and old parchment with ink stains. Love letters that were never sent. Cardboard shoe boxes of bottlecaps. Old family jewelry, coins from other countries, and coats with elbow patches. Broken shards of handmade pottery. Clippings of newspaper headlines and leaves that were pressed in place of flowers.

Ravenclaw: Sheet music and books with dog-eared pages. Silver spoons. Broken watches. Candles and old typewriters with sticky keys. Glass jars full of colorful pebbles, the silver chains of necklaces, and old train tickets. Journals brimming with empty pages. Feathers and empty inkwells.

Hufflepuff: Patterned socks and dusty buttons. Flowers pressed between book pages. Photographs stuffed in envelopes. String and the gold parts of candy wrappers. Chipped mugs, skipping stones, and family recipes. Bark from the tree in front of a childhood home. Maps and wire-rimmed eyeglasses.

Gryffindor: Old Quidditch brooms and fraying quilts. Broken wands. Shoes with holes at the toes. Brass bells and memories of laughter. Scars, empty bottles, and cozy sweaters. Unused tea bags. Mirrors that fit in the palm of a hand and seashells that sound like the ocean.


Cosmog brownie!  I saw this new trend of “mirror glazes” and thought I would try them out, and what better thing to use it on than a COSMOG! Plus my older sister loves Nebby and its her birthday so boom!  She’s not a big cake fan though so we did it on a brownie.  Then the extra top details are in fondant :)

i look in the mirror, bags under my eyes, my hair up in a messy bun. heavy sadness in my eyes. baggy clothes. i just don’t care what i look like, i don’t care about anything

“you need to eat, you’re loosing weight like crazy.” yeah except i’m not hungry at all. i feel sick all the time. so i just keep drinking my powerade.

my eyes are bloodshot from crying for hours. my mom lays there with me and let’s me cry and tries to comfort me. the headaches always there.

i try to talk to new guys but nobody makes me feel anything. all i see is him when i close my eyes. i can’t escape him.

i go into my room and open the box with the note he wrote. “i’ll always love you.” i’m filled with anger as i throw things against the wall in a rage. just being in this room feels like the ghost of him is still here. how can someone love you so much, then they just don’t anymore?

i just want to sleep but i can never stay asleep. i wake up at 230 everyday and can never go back to bed. i’m so tired. my mind and body. is this what it feels like to die? because that’s what this feels like. it’s so much effort to make it through the damn day.


waiting for time to go by because that’s what heals you right? so i wait and i wait. then i realize i have been staring at the wall for 20 minutes. how did i not notice?

“come out with us it will be fun!” i don’t want to go, i have to make myself. i don’t even know what fun is anymore. but i try, i plaster on the fake fun. because nobody wants to see the sad girl who can’t get over the guy who left her suddenly. so i pretend. but i feel like i’m suffocating the whole time. it’s exhausting to pretend.

when people talk about love, they never mention this part. it amazes me how one single person can destroy you and strip away everything that you are. i think of the girl i used to be. i want so badly to get back there. i worry that i’ll never be her again. and deep down i know that i won’t be. i know that i’ll survive, i’ve seen it in many others. it just nearly kills you in the process.

—  Chapters from my life
RFA (+V and Saeran) as pre-schoolers


  • sweetheart alert
  • cries all the time
  • another child told him a ghost story once and he didn’t sleep for weeks
  • obsessed with board games
  • bubbly and giggly
  • eager to please
  • so hard to tell off
  • like this boy just cries and whoever yelled at him just feels like they’ve kicked a puppy
  • takes forever to do anything


  • has a mirror in his bag and you can’t tell me otherwise
  • party animal
  • has soooo many friends
  • mostly girls tbh
  • determined child
  • loves being read to
  • especially the stories where the handsome prince saves the beautiful princess from the evil dragon
  • dress up is his favourite activity


  • prefers the company of adults over other children
  • never makes a mess
  • super independent
  • spends all of her time hosting fake tea parties for all her doll and cuddly toys
  • one of the only kids in the world that enjoys nap time
  • her favourite game is sleeping lions
  • blunt child
  • tells it how it is
  • when she’s fed sugar she becomes some sort of devil child
  • hyper!Jaehee could rival Saeyoung


  • carries a white cat plushie everywhere
  • wore a tie before he could talk in sentences
  • is openly disgusted when around most other children
  • hates shopping
  • he’s that child that can’t swim
  • he has nemo on his armbands
  • has never been allowed sugary treats
  • barely even knows what sugar is


  • no
  • please
  • please no
  • he cannot be controlled
  • sugar is a no go
  • will burst into song if it is silent for even a second
  • charming in a bizarre kind of way 
  • cackles
  • loves to touch and explore
  • particularly likes to touch things that say ‘DO NOT TOUCH’
  • sobbing one second, laughing the next
  • likes to draw the stars


  • every adults dream
  • soooooooo polite
  • once a butterfly landed on his finger and he cried for like an hour
  • he felt Blessed
  • will sit and draw for hours
  • if someone praises him this boy freakin beams
  • ray of sun pls protect him
  • arranges his crayons in colour order
  • likes hugs
  • and the colour blue


  • u know those temporary kids tattoos
  • yep
  • covered in them
  • how can someone that small make glitter so threatening
  • also how are he and Saeyoung twins
  • likes quiet places
  • hates it when other children are too loud
  • yes that includes you Saeyoung
  • he just wants ice cream is that too much to ask
  • who hurt this child
Hurry Back

Summary: You take a late-night trip to the airport to pick up your boyfriend after three months apart
Words: 1k
Chris Evans x Reader
Warnngs: none

A/N: just a little fluff for @howlingbarnes’ Languages of Love challenge! Happy birthday, Kayla!

Retrouvailles (French) - The overwhelming happiness caused by seeing someone after a long separation.

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twentytwo // smut.

A;N: So, I want to give a ginormous shout out to my girl Mal aka @mf-despair-queen she gave me the idea for this fic and I kinda maybe got carried away. Also big ol thank you to @redstringlovers for being super supportive and constructive. I love you all and I hope you enjoy xox 

Pairing: AU.

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: 15,246 words. 

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“Thanks for flying all the way out here for my birthday Ads” You spoke into your low mein, your chopsticks pressing against your lips as your best friend laughed at the other end of your sofa. “You know I’d do anything for you! Especially take time off work.” You gave her a pointed look, your eyes rolling. “Did you actually take time off or did you just leave?” She shrugged her shoulders, her smile widening as she looked away. “Tomato, tomato. I hated that job anyway.” She laughed as you shook your head. “One-day Addie, you’re actually going to have a job that you stay in for more than 3 months.” You spoke, your mouth full of food. “Yeah and one day, you’re going to actually leave your house for any other reason other than work.” She joked as you sighed, stretching your legs out from underneath you as you turned towards her. “I mean I would, but Peter has me working all these weird hours. The middle of the night is not usual business hours unless you’re a hooker or a drug dealer.” You laughed, looking at Addie as she piled noodles onto her chopsticks messily. “Maybe he’s both? To me he sounds like a power-hungry psychopath.” You nodded your head. “Yeah, well he pays well enough, even if I have to sacrifice my actual birthday.” You shrugged your shoulders. “But didn’t you say his nephew bargained that you could get this weekend off at least?” You shot her a look, placing your takeout on the coffee table. “It’s not the weekend, it’s a Wednesday night and if I’m being honest, all I want to do is sleep. Even Derek couldn’t get through to him that I wanted a Friday off” You sighed, resting your head back against the couch.  

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Lipstick // Fred Weasley Imagine

Warnings: None but fluff 

Word Count: 1200+

Pairing: Fred x reader 

Summary: You lipstick won’t stay put for long

Requested: ON the prompt list.

I only edited half of it, but I doubt there will be many mstakes

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

As soon as Molly saw you, she knew you and Fred would grow old together. Despite the hate, you showed for his outrageous plans, Fred was the one person you loved more than anything. He was your one epic true love.

You were the type of couple that could sit in silence but feel comfort with each others presence. You could both be loud but not as loud as the love for each other. He was insane and you were quieter, and that’s how you evened each other out. Perhaps you were the one person who could have a say in what Fred did, besides his brother, George.

You had stood in the garden with him about 10 minutes before you has gone into the house. He wanted to be alone with you before having to see his family and put on a facade. He had to pretend like he didn’t want to have you in his room with his hands in your hair and hurt every step of the way. He stood behind you running his hands up your bare arms. Lett his hands cover your skin with soft lips following on your shoulder. When he kissed you it felt like the warmth of the sun on a cold winter’s day

Fred linked his fingers with yours as you shot him a look with all love, just the right hint of softness. Both of you expressed grins at each other as he led you back to the burrow. There is no perfect lover, you and Fred were both flawed in many ways. Knowing those flaws and still love Fred with everything you have is what makes it perfect love. And that perfect love makes Fred feel like the perfect lover.  And when you ache to be with Fred, to look at Fred, to touch Fred. You know, that this is true love.

After a time, you reached the door to the Burrow. He stopped you and took your hands in his. Giving a dreamy stare like you were a cupcake. You withdrew your gaze from his and blushed. Fred glided his hand over your skin to her face, he brushed your face with the bad of his palm. “Have I ever told you I love you?”

You smiled. He said the same thing every time. “You say it all the time, but I just can’t get enough,” You whispered.

Fred’s hand fled to your hair and pushed it back. “Well, I do.” And you heard those words enough, but still, you wanted to hear it more. He leaned down and swept you up in a kiss like his love was kerosene and you were his only flame. And as your lips attacked each other’s love pumped through your veins like ecstasy.

The door to the Burrow suddenly opened, you pulled away and Molly smiled. You didn’t know if she saw you both or not.

“Well Y/N! Come in! Fred knows better than to keep a girl in the dirt for so long, especially when she needs to see his family!” Fred smiled at his mother and gave her a big hug as you entered the house. George, Ginny, Bill, Arthur, Harry, and Hermione sat at the table, with Tonks and Remus standing towards the side. This was times you lived for. A break from everything bad.

You greeted them all and took a seat next to Fred as you began to eat.

During that time Fred began to feel something he never felt before with you. Jealousy. And despite the fact that this was a new feeling to him, he took it bad.

He never felt jealousy with you, because he never had to. It wasn’t common that you and Fred were in a group as big as this, you were always alone. But now Fred had to listen to Harry telling some lame story about himself and he had to hear your beautiful laugh to back Harry up.  Harry’s face lit up brighter than a toothpaste commercial a soft look appeared on his face when you looked him the eyes and told me he was a funny boy.

And Fred was not having any of it. It made him want to throw up.  

But soon as dinner was coming to an end, you excused yourself to the bathroom and Fred went soon after.

It wasn’t like Fred was experiencing very bad clinginess, it’s that he never experienced it before. So he followed you to the bathroom as you walked up the stairs. You padded up the final step and opened the door to the bathroom. Fred sneakily crept in.

“Fred!” You gasped, you could never believe Fred would do this. “I was trying to be polite, but you kept glaring a Harry the whole time. Calm down now,” you told him firmly. He smirked as he watched you turn you back to him and re-apply your red lipstick.

Fred snatched the red lipstick from out of you hand as laughed quietly. You turned around furiously and gave him a warning stare. “Don’t worry baby,” He whispered to you, smearing your lipstick with the pad of his thumb. “this lipstick isn’t going to stay put for long.”

Fred moves closer to you, as much as he could in such a confined space. “Really?” You whispered against his lips. “Care showing me how?” Fred holds your head in his hands and pulls you into a fiery and passionate kiss. You hands work their way around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his physique.

He pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my grant of access, delved inside my mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of old wine being exchanged as Molly brought her old wine that dinner.

Fred travels down your neck and nibble on your ear. A moan escaped your lips, a quiet as soon as it left.

“Fred! Your family is in the other room!” You try and pull away from him, but he keeps your tucked in his chest.

“My parents won’t mind, look how many kids they have.”

“Not funny Fred.” He laughed at you as you pushed away from his tall frame and scooted out the door. He caught up with you as you expelled down the stairs, and took his hand in yours. As you descended in the family room everyone glanced at your and didn’t look away. Hermione chuckled slightly as Ron spit his water back into his cup surprised.

   “Y/N,” Ginny whispered motioning to your mouth. You took out your little makeup mirror from your bag that was slung right over your shoulder and gasped. Lipstick was smeared all over you lips and chin. You turned to Fred and saw the same. Embarrassment hit and you did the only thing you could do.

“It was Fred! He seduced me in the bathroom,” You proclaimed as you hurried up the stairs with a hand out your mouth.

“I did not! You seduced me first!” He said shortly after, running up that stairs covering his mouth.

And the laughter of that moment didn’t stop even after three days.

Keep on Living (chapter 5) Lin-Manuel x Reader

The final chapter is finally here!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Summary: Your boyfriend Mark, is an abusive asshole and you’ve finally confided in Lin who’s offered you a safe place to stay.Your confusing crush has lead to a confusing kiss with Lin, and you still need to confront Mark and get your life back. This is an angsty one, kids.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself and writing this fic has been damned hard at times. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

 To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings: Trigger warnings for descriptions of physical and emotional abuse. 

Word count: 5437 - I don’t know what happened.

Tags: Thanks so much to everyone for your wonderful messages of support, it’s been unreal and it means so much. I’m an emotional mess anytime someone’s sent me feedback or confided in me with their own personal stories, or even just asked for a tag.

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You took a deep breath. You could do this.

“Mark, it’s over. I’m breaking up with you, you need to leave.”

You stared at your reflection in the mirror and sighed. You didn’t sound convincing. You held your head up, narrowing your eyes, hoping it made you look braver than you really felt.

“Mark, you need to leave…and um, you need to get out like, now.”

Your voice cracked. Argh, why was this so hard?

You didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at you. You looked so weak, and your own words sounded so small in the echo of the bathroom as you rehearsed your lines, like this was all just a stupid play. Like this wasn’t real life. Like you didn’t have to face up to Mark eventually. You couldn’t shake the sound of Mark laughing at you in your head, his vile insults embedded in your brain:

You are pathetic. You are ugly. You are worthless.

You shook your head, trying to drown out his imaginary voice.

You are ugly, disgusting, you are nothing. And your friends know it. Lin knows it. He doesn’t want you. Nobody wants you.

You closed your eyes as Mark’s taunts filled your head. His degrading put-downs had long ago taken over your own internal monologue and you now doubted everything You doubted yourself, you doubted whether your friends were really your friends, you doubted whether you were even worthy of being loved.

But last night for the first time in a long time, you felt loved. You felt safe. You had trusted your own voice. You trusted Lin.

Until Mark’s voice had crept back inside your head this morning..

The look on Lin’s face when he’d seen your bruised skin, the look of pity in his eyes.

Your face grew hot as you relived the embarrassment of Lin pulling away after kissing you earlier that morning. Had he really pulled away because he hadn’t wanted to rush you, or was it just an excuse because he didn’t want you like that? Mark’s laughter rattled round in your head and you didn’t know what to believe anymore.

You are ugly. Nobody would ever want you.

Had you really imagined the way that Lin had been looking at you? The way he’d stroked your cheek, the way he’d bitten his lip before leaning in, his mouth hungry for yours? Or were you pathetic like Mark had said all along?

You’re a slut. You are nothing without me.

The words echoed around your head louder and louder and louder and louder and rage began to rise in your throat, you felt your body tremble until you felt like you were going to explode.

“Mark, you need to leave! You need to get the fuck out of my apartment now, take your stuff and if I ever see you again, I’m calling the police!”


You opened your eyes, in shock at the roar of your own voice which had just erupted out of nowhere. You smiled at your reflection. You weren’t weak, you were strong. You weren’t confused. For the first time things felt crystal clear. You could actually do this.

“Hey, Y/N, you ok in there?” Lin called from outside the bathroom door. You winced. Perhaps screaming into a bathroom mirror right outside Lin’s dressing room hadn’t been the best idea you’d ever had. You checked yourself in the mirror and grabbed your bag before opening the door to see Lin, biting gently on his lower lip and nervously pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie.

“You ok?” He asked, his eyes brimming with concern.

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anonymous asked:

"It's only one night, we'll share the bed." + sterek pls!

Who doesn’t love bed sharing, am I right? I was originally going to write some makeup sex but I’ve been having trouble writing smut lately, so I skipped it. (also on ao3!)

“It’s only one night, we’ll share the bed.”

Stiles raised his head to pin Derek with a thoroughly skeptical look, cocking an incredulous brow at him from the other side of the mattress. He crossed his arms over his chest, blinking in shocked surprise at Derek’s infuriating nonchalant statement, barely believing his own ears.

He had heard some extremely ridiculous things throughout his nineteen years of life, from his days in high school where he spent time in testosterone-filled locker rooms to overhearing crazy stories from his dad about work. Not to mention all the insane stuff he had since he had stumbled into the shit show that was the world of the supernatural.

But what Derek had just said to him blew every other batshit crazy thing he had ever heard right out of the water. And he thought that nothing could ever top the time Peter told him that born werewolves had knots.

“Uh, yeah…” Stiles drawled, glancing back and forth between the bed and Derek, his eyes lingering on the soft looking pale blue comforter. Lifting his eyes from the bed, he turned back to Derek and firmly concluded, “No. I don’t think so.”

Derek blinked at him in blatant disbelief, completely taken aback by the fact that Stiles just shut him down. He tilted his head to the side, like a confused puppy, as he furrowed his brows, his forehead wrinkling.

“But you,” Stiles began cheerily, pointing a finger at Derek’s chest with a forced, almost mocking smile, “can sleep on the floor.”

“Oh, c'mon, Stiles,” Derek sighed heavily, rolling his eyes theatrically as he slumped his shoulders. With another sigh, Derek looked over at Stiles, clearly unimpressed with his proposition. “Don’t be an asshole.”

Stiles scoffed. He blinked a few times at Derek, not bothering to dignify his statement with an immediate response.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, biting the inside of his cheek as he valiantly tried to refrain from outright snapping at Derek. Ultimately failing, he grit his teeth and announced, “You can either sleep on the floor or sleep in the car because the bed is mine and I’m not sharing it with you.”

Derek didn’t seem too amused by that. He curled his lip in a silent snarl, alpha instincts rising to the surface at the fact that he was being ordered around so casually.

He crossed his arms over his chest, mirroring Stiles’ position as they glared at each other over the bed, neither one of them willing to concede. It went against both of their natures to be the first one to bend in an argument.

Eventually, after several minutes of silent staring at one another, Derek leaned over to pick up his duffel bag from where he had set it on the floor. Stiles puffed out his chest in triumph, letting out a self-satisfied hmph as Derek scooped up his bag, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips.

His smirk vanished and his chest deflated when, rather than take his bag and leave the room to go sleep in the cramped backseat of the Camaro, Derek simply tossed his bag into the bed. Completely ignoring Stiles’ palpable outrage, Derek unzipped his bag and started rifling around inside, pulling out a change of clothes and a toothbrush.

He laid out a pair of pajama pants and some black boxer briefs, setting them on the foot of the bed. Placing his toothbrush and a travel size bottle of mouthwash on top of the pants, not looking up, he informed Stiles, “You can have the shower first. And be quick, it’d be nice if you saved me some hot water for once.”

Stiles gaped at Derek, furious beyond words. He dropped his arms to fist his hands at his sides, sure that he was about to have an aneurysm he was so angry.

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