the next ones will be normal again

Can we help Mark see something?

Mark has mentioned that there will be a charity live stream soon, but he doesnt know for what yet.

My father has had a debilitating disease for 11 years now: Multiple Sclerosis. He is on ventilator, trachea, oxygen and feeding tube, plus a slew of other machines he needs to ensure his health. I was 5 when he was diagnosed, so I’ve never known him when he was healthy.

He hasn’t walked in seven years and likely never will again. As of 2017, there is no working and/or available cure for MS.

So, I would really appreciate if Mark’s next charity live stream could go to some kind of Multiple Sclerosis research? Yes, those other causes are noble, but I’d really love to see this disease get some representation, as it’s basically been swept under the rug. In my 16 years, I’ve read exactly one article about it in the normal media, and I know no one in my entire circle of people I’ve met who even knows it’s a disease.

Mark has greatly helped me cope with my dad’s illness, and I’d really love to see it recognized by someone who has a big following, maybe it could kick start some kind of research? Maybe I’m overly hopeful, but this has been my dream since 2014.

@markiplier I’d really love it if you considered.

Other Markiplites, could you maybe reblog this into the markiplier tag so he could see this? I’d appreciate any help you could give.

{PART 7} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; A whole week has passed since Jungkook was forced to leave your apartment, just before you could take your relationship with him to the next level. But today at the office, things become interesting yet again - for both you, and Jungkook.

{Part 1} // {Part 6} {Part 7} {Part 8}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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SVT’s reaction to Jun’s smirk-

  • I like how their faces all just lit up lol (especially Dino)
  • Dino: “Sexy! Oh, so sexy!”
  • Jeonghan and Joshua begin hitting each other for whatever reason LOL (I like to think that they gave him advice or something about the smirk and they’re blaming each other for their child’s actions)
  • Seungkwan looks love-struck
  • S.Coups is low-key cringing
  • I feel like DK said some sort of lame joke about it but I don’t know
  • Woozi is impressed (”Moon Jun, Moon Jun!”) <- apparently their new nickname for Jun which appeared again later during his next center scene
  • Vernon is in his own world
  • HOSHI’S CUTE LIL’ SMILE OMG like, he was so serious throughout the whole thing, except for this one part where he couldn’t help cracking before returning to a poker-face <3 <3 <3 so precious
  • The8 smiling and cheering, being his normal supportive self
  • Mingyu’s :DDDDD face
Fact Over Fancy (m)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Reader x Jeon Jeongguk

Summary: In this world, there are two types of people: those born with emotions, and those born without. Society is thriving in its emotionless state, productivity levels are at an all time high. Marriage serves only one function: to father the next generation. Those with emotions are considered to be defective, aberrations who can never be matched. What happens when there’s a glitch in the so-called perfect system and a defective and a “normal” person are matched?

Rated m for graphic sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 9910

As always, a HUGE thank you to my beta readers @ohmanholyjungkook and @blame-bts <3

“Back again I see, Mr Jeon.” Your eyes are fixed on his patient file in front of you, and you don’t look up when the person in question clears his throat and shifts in his seat in your doctor’s office. “This time it’s for starting a fight, again, with Jimin in the cafeteria.”

He leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle in a display of absolute confidence. His eyes are fixated on your profile with a strange fascination, as if staring at you brings him some sort of entertainment almost. An amused chuckle catches your attention this time, and you glance up at his unapologetic expression. “Do you really like coming in here that often?”

Jeongguk leans forward in his seat now, interested. He props his chin up with his hand, and his gaze is penetrating, his cold, slate grey eyes unwavering. “Maybe I do, Dr ____. It’s my only chance to get you to myself for a whole hour.”

You don’t bother acknowledging his bold remark and flip to the section with his personal details, including his medical history. Defective.

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I’m glad we have the technology we have because:

  • I can google anything I want wherever I am & do not have to go find a 32 volume set of encyclopedias in order to look it up
  • I can look at my phone when I want to avoid eye contact, & before you write some garbage about not connecting with others, sometimes I don’t want to make eye contact with some stranger on the street from 30 feet away as we are walking towards one another & then spend the next 30 feet trying to figure out a normal way to walk without making eye contact again & the presence of my phone de-escalates the situation
  • “technology is evil” I don’t care I’m doing a sudoku puzzle on my phone instead of listening to you 
things i love about skam

the fact that they portray teenagers so realistically? like, one minute they’re talking about parties and joking around and the next they help each other with their relationships and then they change topic again and make fun of each other, and they fight and they make up and they call each other stupid nicknames and its just so normal. all the awards to the writers and actors



It was a week after their classes’ Ski Lodge trip where Lucas and Riley had finally became official. Everything was falling in place and was starting to feel normal again. No more angst or unspoken feelings. There was just one thing that was weighing on both of their minds and that was a kiss.

They had only ever kissed once, it was on the subway for their first date way back in 7th grade. It was short and sweet which unfortunately set the tone for their relationship that year. Super sweet but short lived.

They were older now and actually together and they couldn’t help but wonder when the next one would happen. They hardly ever had alone time together.
Lucas for sure thought it was going to happen on the Ski trip but her parents and Uncle were around and all of their classmates. Every time they thought they were alone someone would pop up and ruin the moment.

Riley hoped it would happen that day when he walked her home, but as he leaned in to kiss her goodbye, her Uncle Josh opened the door and interjected the kiss with his hand between their faces. It was starting to get a bit ridiculous. She knew they meant well but she was 15 now and this was her first boyfriend, they knew this would happen eventually.

At school it wasn’t any better. They both assumed that now that they were a couple their friends would give them some space but that wasn’t the case at all. 

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Luck of My Life

So I finally had the time to make it… Here’s chapter 1 of the childhood friends AU idea I had before- just in time for day 12 of adrinette month! <3 These kiddos are 9 in this chapter. 

Chapter 1

Adrien couldn’t stop crying as he stared at the remains of his toy in his shaking hands. This was the third time this week. He so badly wanted to scream, but he was worried that it would attract more attention. He may be allowed to cry, but he drew the line at wailing. He was an Agreste, he could stay strong. No one needed to know what he could do.

His sniffling sounds brought over his mother though.

“Oh kitty,” she said soothingly. “Don’t cry. I’ll buy you a new one. You can control it next time.”

He gave her a sad look that displayed all the longing he had to be normal. “But mama, I can’t! I’ll just destroy it again. I’m a monster.”

His mother gently shook him from his despair. “You’re not a monster, sunshine. Life may have given you this power, but it doesn’t make you a monster. You have a kind heart, and don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

She cupped her hands over his, and took away the toy’s remains. “Now, let me take this. I’ll go buy you a new one. Thankfully no one saw you destroy that- they might not understand.”

She kissed his forehead and guided him to the playground swings. “I’ll be back. I love you.”

“I love you too, mama.” Adrien gave her a small lopsided smile while wiping away his tears. “Thank you.”

He sighed as he watched his mother leave. He was alone again. It wasn’t crowded in the park today- only 3 other children were there. None seem to be paying him much attention. One kid was off at the sand box building some sort of castle as he hummed under his breath. Another kid was hiding behind a tree, writing something down on a notepad she carried along while watching the boy in the sand box.

The last child was holding a cat stuff toy on one hand as she swung across the monkey bars. Adrien flinched when he realized that her gaze was on him.

Did she see him destroy the toy?

Fear suddenly gripped his heart. This was what his parents warned him about, people will finally look at him differently. He was going to be Paris’ monster. The child that destroys everything he touches. The child that brings bad luck.

He braced himself for the inevitable scream from the girl, but instead she gave him a toothy grin. He stared at her for a few seconds before giving her a small, confused yet questioning smile.

It must have looked weird because she giggled and dropped herself off from the monkey bars with a graceful flourish.

She approached him enthusiastically, not showing any signs of fear. Adrien relaxed, she couldn’t have seen him destroy the toy. But as she came closer, she had a glint of excitement in her eyes that showed that she knew something.

“I saw you.” She said simply.

Adrien’s heart dropped. He gripped the chains on the swing and readied himself to run away. The young girl realized what he was about to do and consoled him.

“Oh no, no, no. Don’t go! I won’t tell anyone.” She said frantically. “I-I just wanted to say that- that, you have a gift!”

He stared at her smiling face sadly, and almost regretfully, he told her. “It’s not a gift.”

“But it is!” the girl insisted fervently. “That’s what my parents tell me.”

“You don’t understand!” he said bitterly, new tears now streaming down his face. He embarrassedly hid his face in hands.  

“But I do!” she said patiently. “I have a gift too.”

He raised his head and looked into her eyes- her bright bluebell eyes. “You do?”

She sat down on the ground in front of him and smiled. “I do.”

Adrien gaped at her. “I’m not alone?”

“You’re not alone.” She repeated.

Adrien just stared at the girl in front of him, taking in her midnight dark hair, her gorgeous eyes, and her pretty freckles. This girl was just like him. And for a moment, everything was okay.

“Why are you sitting on the ground?” Adrien questioned after long moments of silence. “Aren’t you worried you’ll get dirty?”

“Well, there is not other seats around, and I didn’t want to leave you alone when you are sad.” She said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Almost at once, Adrien shot up from the swing and said, “Then sit here! You shouldn’t get your pretty dress dirty.”

“No, no, it’s alright!” she waved away his offer. “You were there first, it wouldn’t be fair.”

“N-no, I insist.” Adrien gave her a solemn look. “My daddy said that that’s what a gentleman would do.”

The girl contemplated it, “No, it’s alright. I’m fine on the ground.” She said firmly.

Adrien hesitated, but upon seeing her steely eyes, he gave in. “Alright, if you won’t take it, I’ll just sit down here with you.”

Adrien plopped down on the ground and gave her a friendly bump on the shoulder. “I’m Adrien. Ca-can we be friends?”

“Mari.” She responded, returning the bump with a wide beam. “And of course!”

They stayed there for a while, just talking about anything. Before today, Adrien didn’t allow himself to believe that he could ever make a friend. His first real friend.

It would be about half an hour before Mari’s parents would come by, and Adrien tried to make the most of it by joining her in the playground.

“I have to go,” Mari said as she saw her parents approaching. “But before I do, I want to give you something.”

She pulled him into the playground castle. It was a closed place, hiding them away from the rest of the slowly gathering crowd.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” she said nervously as she stared at him through her bangs.

He gave her the sincerest look he could possibly muster. “I promise.”

“Okay.” She said softly.

She stared at her hands, slowly opening and closing it as she shook ever so slightly.

“Uh, Mari?” Adrien asked questioningly.

“Shhh.” She said, giggling quietly. “I’m trying to focus.”

A bright red glow covered her hands. “Now, what’s your favorite color?”

“Black and green.”

She grinned and the red glow grew. All of the sudden, a stuff toy dropped out of nowhere onto her awaiting hands.

Adrien stared at it.  It was a medium sized black cat stuff toy. The ears were long and pointy and the electric green eyes were a little too comical to be realistic. A mischievous quality was almost visible and familiar to him, grinning at him in a liberating way.

“It’s for you.” Mari said shyly.

Adrien withdrew the hands that he didn’t even notice was reaching out to touch it. “I couldn’t.”

Mari’s face fell. “Oh, I understand. It’s alright.”

“No!” Adrien said anxiously. “It’s- it’s just that I’m worried it will get destroyed.”

“It won’t.” Mari said surely. “It’s my gift.”

Adrien tentatively stretched out to touch it. The moment his fingers hit the soft furry toy, he instinctively pulled back his hands as if he was afraid the toy would burn. When it didn’t, he let out a gasp and he took it slowly from Mari, cuddling it close to him.

“Your power is beautiful.” Adrien said gently.

“You’re beautiful.” Mari murmured.

Adrien felt a warm feeling spread itself across his chest. This girl didn’t see him as a monster. The most beautiful girl in the world thought he was beautiful.  Adrien felt lighter than he’s ever been.

“Thank you.” Adrien tried to put a much emotion as he could in those two words.

She only smiled tenderly in response.

When Mari’s parents arrived, Adrien almost couldn’t bear to say goodbye. But after assuring him that she would be there the next day, he beamed and shyly gave her a gentlemanly kiss on her hand.

“Goodbye, my lady.” He said to her retreating back. “See you tomorrow.”


Only, he didn’t. The next day, his family boarded themselves on a flight to China to find a healer- someone who can cure him of his gift. He came back 2 years later, without a cure, and without his mother.

He wouldn’t see his lady for another 10 years. By then, he didn’t even remember her face or her name.

He only remembered her eyes, her smile, her power and her kindness.

He remembered so little, but without a doubt in his mind, he knew he found her that fateful day he decided to use his powers for good.

He found her- his lady.

Ladybug, whoever you are behind that mask, I love you.

Netflix And Chill

Carry On Countdown/SnowflakeFaces November 27, Spells/Eighth Year



“What about ‘supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?’”

Simon groaned from his spot on the grass. “Isn’t that from The Sound of Music?”

“Well, yeah.”

“I don’t think Normals really say that one too often.”

“Are you sure?” Penny pushed her glasses up on her nose, completely serious.

“Yeah, Pen. Nobody says it unless they’re putting on the musical.”

Penny groaned and flopped down next to Simon. “What about…”

“Can we just go get some more scones?”

“No, Simon. I need to figure out my spell. You should be working too.”

“I can’t even master a simple Stay Put, Pen, how do you expect me to create one?”

“You’ll figure something out. How about ‘I’ll be there for you?’”

“From Friends?”


“Again, I don’t think anyone says that.”

Penny groaned. “Don’t you know anything about what Normals say?”

“Nope. Let’s go get some scones and tea.” Simon pushed himself up and looped his arm through Penny’s.

She sighed, but followed him. Simon devoured seven more scones before Penny decided to go back to Cloisters. Simon walked her there and then braved his own dorm. Baz was there. Of course. The git was at his desk, studying.

Get rekt, scrub,” Baz whispered. A glass shattered itself, and Baz groaned. Somehow, Simon hadn’t been noticed yet. “Crowley, that’s ridiculous. Couldn’t the Normals choose anything better to say?” He flipped a page. “What’s a ‘ship?’” Simon slammed the door to alert Baz to his presence. He jumped. “Snow.”

“Baz.” Simon skirted Baz’s side of the room and plopped down on his own bed.

Netflix and Chill?”

Snow started. “Baz?”

“Yeah, Snow?”

“Um, what did you just say?”

“I said ‘yeah, snow.’”

“N-no, I mean before that.”

“Netflix and Chill?” Baz said it without magick.

“Yeah.” Simon was practically sliding towards Baz.

“Why?” Baz’s eyebrows furrowed and his high forehead crinkled.

“I don’t know.” Simon gripped the arm of Baz’s chair and turned him around.

“What are you doing, Snow?” Baz’s heart raced, but he only glared at the approaching boy.

“I don’t know.” Snow echoed. He planted an arm on either side of Baz, trapping him.

“Snow…” Baz warned.

“Baz…” Simon didn’t know what was happening. Maybe it was that damneded spell Baz had cast.

Baz opened his mouth but was interrupted by Simon’s mouth. Simon’s eyes were closed, long lashes centimeters away from Baz’s own. His lips were chapped, but still warm and somewhat soft. Simon melted against Baz, falling in his lap. Baz moaned, wrapping an arm around Simon.

They kissed for a long time, but no Netflixing occurred. They pulled apart once, at dinnertime, but after seeing the color of their lips, opted for a magicked up meal in their room. That same time, they shifted onto Baz’s bed, where Simon’s shirt was lost. Baz subsequently lost his.

It was late before Baz forced Simon away to feed. He came back, where Simon was still reclining on Baz’s bed.

“It wasn’t the spell that did it?”


“The spell. Netflix and Chill. That wasn’t what made you come over and kiss me?”

“Oh, it was. It wasn’t the thing that kept me kissing you, though.”

“Oh. Oh.”

Simon grabbed Baz’s collar and yanked his face down. “Well, I guess I’ve figured out my eighth year spell.”

PEOPLE HAVE FAITH!!!! I honestly understand why this week’s episode had to be a bit of a downer. Next week is the final episode and they have to do everything in their power to surprise us, (episode 10 solidified Victor and Yuuri’s romantic relationship but their professional relationship has always been a bit vague. Episode 9′s ending showed us that they want to remain together, now HOW is the question.) I do think that Victor either wants to skate again or begin coaching other skaters, and I also think Yuuri can see that. If you love someone unconditionally it’s normal to want to sacrifice your own desires for theirs. Either way I think the follow up from this episode to the next will be beautiful because Victor and Yuuri will finally reach a common ground and they will move one from there TOGETHER (whether Yuuri wins gold or not!!!). 

Also I will upload a better quality version of this page eventually on my new art blog! - Shiika (art by me)  

One of the most boldly bright and beautiful movies I have ever seen. This made me experience all of the magic I first felt when I fell in love with movies as a child all over again. If this was the first movie a person saw, they’d be devastatingly disappointed when they learned how little most others are anything like it.

It’s a technical wonder and next-level achievement of design, choreography, camerawork and music but I don’t even care. I’m normally the first to gush about cinematic techniques and narrative arcs and costuming decisions but this movie, despite mastering pretty much all of those sorts of things, struck something so deeply inside of me on such a human and intense level that I can hardly even bother fixating on the details when something as magical and as beautiful and as overwhelming as the overall experience exists.

The only word I can even use for it that seems suitable is “magical.” Midnight in Paris was the last Hollywood movie to feel truly magical in a sincere way for me, and then this came along. This beautiful, lovely, joy-bursting, heart-tugging, dazzling, emotional overload piece of art. Movies like La La Land are why I love movies.

This is so immersive, so majestic, so incredible, so wonderful. Within the first five minutes I was crying from how much raw and childlike joy it was bringing me after months of feeling incredibly low and depressed and the tears kept happening throughout for a million different reasons. Mia & Sebastian are the best onscreen romance of the century in film so far. As an artist trying very hard to succeed and struggling regularly, so much about these two characters spoke to me, and so much of their dialogue and conflicts resonated. It feels completely universal but in a very raw and intimate way without being vague and over the top insincere mass audience emptiness and cliche. This whole thing puts genre to shame and just becomes a pinnacle example of everything that makes the experience of a movie great.

It’s been hours since I left that theatre and I am still just totally overwhelmed but I feel like my life’s been enriched by having experienced that. It’s so fucking magnificent. I’m desperate to see it again already. I don’t even know how to describe my love for it. That entire movie felt like falling in love hopelessly and wonderfully. It’s a fucking masterpiece. This is the kind of movie that word is meant for. I’m in love.

All Alone And In The Dark

A/N: Sorry not sorry

Y/N rolled over one more time before giving up on attempting to sleep.

She sat up and pushed the hair off her forehead before moving over to her desk. She sat down on the chair and logged onto her computer.

No messages. Not on any social media.

Then again, it was 2:30 am on a weeknight. Most everybody with a normal life, school or a job, was asleep or in the very least about to head off.

She sat in silence for several moments before pulling up the chat window.

She flinched when she saw the picture of his smiling face next to hers. She had forgotten that was his icon.

She stared at the image for several seconds before beginning to type.

“I know you won’t see this, but I needed to let it out. It has been exactly one month since we last spoke and I miss you more than words can express. I miss getting notifications from you. I miss talking about life with you. I miss your brother messaging me that you won’t be on to talk because you got in another stupid fight.” She laughed at the memory before continuing on

“But I also feel stupid. I feel stupid for letting you become such a vital part of my life. Knowing this could never last. Knowing something would happen. Knowing that there was a chance that what happened would happen. I feel stupid for seeing it coming and not separating myself from it. Why’d you have to leave? Why’d you have to leave and take such a huge part of me with you? Why’d you have to leave me with nothing, but memories and a bunch of messages I can never let go?” Y/N paused as she gasped for air. She didn’t know at what point she had started crying, but her fingers and keyboard were wet with her tears.

She let her head rest on the desk a minute as she tried in vain to calm her shaking body and pounding heart.

She wiped her eyes and finished her message. “Jason, it has been exactly one month today since you died. I don’t know if they have chat rooms in heaven or if I am just screaming into the void, but I needed to let you know, someway, somehow, that I am not okay, but I am trying. I know you would want me to live. Grow up, get married, have kids, have that white picket fence life that we dreamed about. And I am trying, but it hurts. It hurts worse than anything I have felt in my entirelife, but for you, darling, I’ll live.” Y/N stared at the long message she had just typed. She read every word before holding down backspace until every last character was gone.

“Goodbye, Jason.” She whispered as she logged off.

It was going to be a long night, but they always are when you are alone.


Requested:  Sick Shawn      

Shawn Mendes x Reader

words: 771

Shawn and you had planned to go on a date today, since the last time you two were out together was already some time ago. You two are going to go to one of your favourite restaurants and enjoy time together, before Shawn´s tour will start again next week. While you were standing in front of your closet, thinking of what to wear tonight, your phone rang. 

You expected that it was Shawn who called you, but it was Aaliyah, Shawn´s sister. You were confused at the beginning because she normally would text you if she needed something, but of course you answered anyway. 

She told you that Shawn wasn´t feeling very well and if you would be able to come, since her parents weren´t at home and she was worried about him and didn´t know what to do. So instead of spending another hour in front of your closet, you drove to Shawn´s place.

As you arrived Aaliyah let you in and welcomed you with a hug. As you walked in Shawn´s room and saw him rolled up in his bed, covered in sheets, eyes closed, you know why she called you. He really didn´t look good. His eyes were closed and you could see his pale, tensed face, covered in sweat. He didn´t noticed you, so you lightly knocked on his door. He opened his eyes and when he recognized you, he looked confused at first but after a second he smiled, happy to see you.

“What are you doing here? Wasn’t I supposed to pick you up?” he said with a hoarse voice but still a light smile on his lips. “Aaliyah called me. How’re you feeling?” “Better, now that you’re here”, he answered smirking. “Shawn, I’m serious.” you said with a smile. “Okay I’m not feeling very well.” You raised an eyebrow and eyed him. “Okay. Honestly? I feel awful. I´m cold and warm at the same time and my whole body hurts. My head hurts like someone´s beating against it and I feel like I´m the weakest person on earth right now”, he admitted. 

“Aaliyah said you already took medicine?” you asked. “Against the headache yes, but it didn’t really get better.” You touched his forehead with your hand. “You feel quite warm. Do you have a thermometer?” “In the bathroom” he answered. “Of course you don´t feel good, you have fever.”

You cooled down his head with a towel and cold water, made him a hot cup of his favourite tea and after you made sure he took something antipyretic you cuddled up next to him. After a while you mumbled against his bare shoulder: “Get some rest. I’m sure it will get better when you sleep.” You placed a peck upon, before you got out of his bed. “But what about our date? I promised you I will take you out before I’m on tour again, and tonight would be perfect”, he said disappointed. “The most important thing is that you get well as soon as possible. We can go out another time, but you have to be fit until next week.” You took his hand, while he began to speak again: “I’m really sorry, I know you looked forward to it.” “Don´t apologize. I just want to spend time with you and if it is at a restaurant or here doesn’t matter” you reassure him, and when you let go of his hand, you noticed how his eyes already got heavier.

Meanwhile, you cooked dinner and when Shawn went downstairs after his nap, you were laying the table and dinner was ready to eat. “What did I do to deserve you?” he asked with a hungry look at the self-made Spaghettis’, which made you laugh.  

“Dinner was great, thank you for cooking, I already feel a lot better.” he told you after you finished cleaning the kitchen. “No need, to thank me. I think it was a good replacement for our date, wasn´t it?”, you smiled. “It was perfect.” He hugged you tightly and after minutes he began to speak again: “I will miss you, when I´m on Tour.” “I will miss you too, so much.” You said, while looking him in his eyes, one hand on his cheek. “Thanks for taking care of me so well. I would love to kiss you now but I don’t want you to get sick too.” “I see. No, you shouldn’t kiss me.” “I mean, I already feel a lot better, but you´re right, I really shouldn’t” “You will do it anyway, won’t you?”, you said with a grin. “You know me way too well”, he said smirking and kissed you gently.

Thank you @snows-os for helping me. :)
Past Pt 1 : Remus Lupin Imagine

Pairing: remus lupin x reader
Request: yes

‘We were so in love once, now this emptiness feels so heavy. Sometimes I miss you, sometimes you never existed. The scars fade for a while but they come back again, sometimes I love you, sometimes I never met you at all. We were so happy once, now we are nothing.’

It was weird, that was the only word you could think of to describe it. One day you’re in your nineties, happily in love, and the next you’re a little kid again. It shouldn’t be possible, remembering your past life. Everyone knows that reincarnation is real, normal even in the wizarding world, but to remember every detail of your past lifes? That didn’t happen, and if it did no one spoke of it. This time around you were devastated to get your memories back.

In your last life you were a muggle, which was new for you but you managed. He had been a muggle as well, but he didn’t know he was once a wizard. He never remembers. You were twenty three when you finally met him, and you only had a few short years with him before you passed. A burglary gone wrong, is what the police had deemed it. You had been in your kitchen, cooking dinner for your anniversary when you heard the crash. You weren’t supposed to be there, and you weren’t supposed to put up a fight. The burglar had shot you in an attempt to get you to back away, aiming for your leg but hitting your chest as their hand was shaking so much. He came home to see you taking your last breaths, and the last memory you have is telling him you will see him again.

In your current life, you’re 17 and a Hogwarts student. You’ve tried figuring out who he is, if he was reincarnated as a muggle or a wizard like you, if he was even reincarnated at all. For all you knew he could still be living as Edward Thompson, although he would be about ninety five by now.
You had suspicions though, about the sandy haired Gryffindor who kept to himself.  Remus Lupin was his name, and he was almost exactly like Edward had been personality wise. You couldn’t be sure though, you never were until the first kiss. You had classes with him, having been in the same year, but you didn’t know much about him. It wasn’t like you had tried but so hard either.

“Good morning class, for the next three weeks you will be working with a partner to brew a number of different potions, the group with the best average potion will be exempt from all further testing except for your N.E.W.T.S.” the Professor smiled from the front of the room, tutting as everyone began to turn to their friends. “And I will be assigning the groups.”

“Oh great, watch me get stuck with Snivellus,” Sirius Black groaned from behind you, a dull smacking sound following short after.

“Shut up Sirius, I’m sure he wouldn’t want to be your partner either,” Remus warned, his voice sympathetic regardless of his words. “I just hope I’m put with someone who will actually do some of the work this time.”

“You know I’m shit at potions Moony, did you want to lose your eyebrows?” James Potter snickered, abruptly stopping as the Professor read off his name.

“James Potter you are with Lily Evans-” “all right!” “Don’t make me regret this pairing you two, I expect only the best from head boy and girl, Remus Lupin you are with Y/N Y/L/N, Sirius Black you are with Peter Pettigrew-”

You heard the chair beside you scrape across the floor as Remus moved to take a seat beside you, a hesitant smile gracing his lips only for a moment. You returned the smile, extending your hand. “Nice to meet you Remus, looks like we will be partners for the next few weeks.”

“Hi Y/N about the project, I won’t be here this weekend I have to visit my mum whose very ill, I hope that’s okay?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“It’s not a problem, we can just start on Monday,” you assured, smiling softly as he visibly relaxed. He turned back to listen to the assignment after giving you a grateful smile, giving you the opportunity to get a good look at him.

You let your eyes trail down his body, staring curiously at the vast number of scars that littered his pale skin. You took note of the way he chewed on the end of his pen when he paid attention, and the fact that he had a pen at all. He must be a half blood, or muggleborn. He had honey colored eyes that seemed just a few shades lighter when the sun caught them, and curly sandy hair. He was tall as well which you had noticed in the corridors, but seeing him try to fold himself into the chair without bumping his knees on the bottom of the desk just proved how tall he really was.

 A soft cough brought you out of your train of thought as you cast a look over your shoulder at the source. Sirius smirked at you, lifting a single eyebrow and glancing at Remus’ back momentarily. You flushed deeply, turning back in your chair and staring down at your parchment.  You quickly began copying down the potions required for the project, making sure to keep your eyes off of Remus in case Sirius was still watching you. You jumped slightly when a scrap of parchment was pushed across the table towards you, but you picked it up regardless.

'Are you okay?’ Remus had etched onto it. You looked up at him, smiling softly at the worried look on his face.

'I’m okay, thank you though.’ You wrote, sliding it slowly across the table back to him. He gave you a half smile after reading it, then turned back to his paper.

You finished copying everything down, and began to pack up your supplies. As soon as everything was safely in your bag, you left the room, keeping your head held high as you passed the tables of Sirius Black and James Potter, who had by now spoken to Sirius and he too giving you a knowing look.

“Hey Y/N wait up,” Remus’ deep voice called from behind you, bringing you to an abrupt halt. “Hey, when do you want to get together to work on this? We’ve still got a few days until the weekend but if you just want to wait until after then that’s okay too.”

“We could start on it tonight in the library?” You suggested, readjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“The library will be filled with other students, I doubt we’ll be able to find a seat,” he sighed, chewing on his bottom lip. “We could try the kitchens.”

“The kitchens?” You asked, resisting the urge to laugh.

“It sounds weird I know, but the house elfs usually stay out of the way unless you ask for something and hardly anyone knows how to get in there so it’ll be really quiet,” he began to ramble, his cheeks darkening slightly.

“I’ll meet you outside the great hall then?” You suggested, smiling softly as he visibly relaxed.

“Yeah um six maybe? Right after dinner?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“See you then Remus.”

You walked out of the Great Hall, scanning the corridors for your partner. You took a seat on one of the benches, pulling out a quill and parchment and began to sketch half heartedly as you waited for him to show up. You weren’t really paying attention to what you were creating, but as it began to take form you recognized almost immediately. What had started off as a set of eyes was now a very detailed drawing of Remus. You took a deep breath, quickly putting the drawing away so that he would not see it when he arrived. Just as you had finished clasping your bag back, he came running up.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, Sirius and James wouldn’t let me leave finally Peter distracted them so I could escape, are you ready?” He asked, panting loudly as he tried to catch his breath. You gave him a sympathetic smile, getting to your feet.

“It’s okay, I was kind of wondering what that loud bang from the great hall was,” you laughed, eyeing the mess of soot in his hair. “Dungbomb I take it?”

“You would be correct,” he chuckled, attempting to brush the ashes away but failing.

 You stepped forward, bringing your hand up and brushing it away for him without a second thought. You froze as you heard a sharp intake of breath, silently cursing yourself for acting so quickly. You pulled your hand back and looked to the side, blushing deeply. Remus cleared his throat, bringing your eyes back to him just enough for you to see how red he had gotten.

“Right, um thanks,” he stuttered, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Shall we go then?”

“Lead the way,” you sighed, throwing your bag over your shoulder and following him down to the kitchens


Some of the best act-closing numbers from musicals.

one day more - les miserables / a light in the dark - next to normal / i remember how those boys could dance - carrie the musical / sante fe - newsies / this time next year - sunset boulevard / who i’d be - shrek the musical / our love is god - heathers / pretty funny - dogfight / now (it’s just the gas) - little shop of horrors / i’ve never been in love before - guys and dolls / bring it on - bring it on / defying gravity - wicked / ever after - into the woods / i believe - spring awakening / man up - the book of mormon / to dance again - a very potter musical / quintet - west side story / happy ending - twisted / i am what i am - la cage aux folles / so much better - legally blonde / there’s a fine, fine line - avenue q / this world will remember us - bonnie and clyde / marry me a little - company / the book report - you’re a good man, charlie brown / bottom’s gonna be on top - something rotten! / everything’s coming up roses - gypsy / status quo - starship / a little priest - sweeney todd / pinball wizard - the who’s tommy / non-stop - hamilton

Just remember, it’s actually a pretty normal occurrence for someone with bipolar disorder to be doing okay one day and then crash again the next. Recovering from low episodes can take a long time and you get good days and bad days; it’s very up and down. There’s nothing to worry about too much. It’s just going to take time.

Mogeko March Day 12: Favorite Devil:


(apparently I have 2 favorites anyway, but for the meantime)

Song of Forgetting
Brian d'Arcy James, Jennifer Damiano & Jessica Phillips

*Not my audio*

Song of Forgetting - From Next to Normal on Broadway, May 17th, 2010

This rendition of this song is probably the most heart-breaking one that I’ve heard so far… It was Brian’s first day back in N2N so that’s probably why it’s particularly emotional.

Prompt #9 “We’re friends, real friends,and that means no matter how long it takes, when you finally decide to look back, I’ll still be here.”

Written by Christina

Category: Angst with a bit of fluff

Word Count: 1,883 (I know, this is a long one)

A/N: This week, Danielle was supposed to post, but life has been super hectic for her, so this is my writing again. But never fear, Danielle will post next week. This is my first ever angst, so I’m sorry if this is crap. Also, thank you so much for 100+ notes on last weeks imagine!! 

This week’s prompt is from this list

You felt your heart crumble at the sight, your feet refusing to move you further than the doorway of your best friends room. Peter was sitting on his bed, his normally groomed hair a curly mess, his eyes swollen, and his shoulders hunched forward. His bed was messier than normal, and there were textbooks thrown all over the room. He just stared at the ground in front of him, anger and heartbreak radiating off of him. You tried to hold back your tears as you moved from the doorway. You half shuffled, half crept to the bedside. Peter didn’t even glance in your direction. A tear fell down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. Peter did not need to see you crying. That was the last thing he needed.

“He died in my arms,” Peter mumbled, taking in a shallow breath. “I was walking and I saw the crowd and I heard the screaming and saw the sirens and I ran and I saw him and then he…” Peter started talking at a high speed, but at the end, his voice cracked and he broke into a sob. He didn’t even bother to bring his hands to his face to hid the tears or snot. Tears fell more freely down your face and you threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close as you possibly could, despite the fact that sitting right next to each other and trying to hug made it awkward and uncomfortable. Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck. He sobbed freely. You rested a hand on the back of his head, gently stroking the curls. Peter slid a hand up to the middle of your shoulder blades and hugged you tighter. You felt pain in your ribs and you suddenly couldn’t breathe.

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