Anything for my Moony

Specifically:

And it's peaceful in the deep

Cathedral where you cannot breathe

and

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me

And all this devotion was rushing out of me

And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

But the arms of the ocean delivered me

Honourable mention:

Though the pressure's hard to take

The Rhythm of the New Normal

Remus turned the key in the lock, his shoulders heavy after a long afternoon. He expected the usual quiet hum of their London flat, or perhaps the low murmur of the television. Instead, the flamboyant, bass-heavy piano pop of MIKA was practically rattling the front door on its hinges.

He dropped his keys into the ceramic bowl by the door, shrugging off his battered tweed jacket, and padded softly down the hallway.

“Everybody's gonna love today, gonna love today, gonna love today...” The impossibly high, joyful falsetto echoed through the corridor. Remus paused at the living room doorway, crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder against the wooden frame. He let the sheer, wonderful absurdity of the scene wash over him.

Sirius was standing squarely on the centre cushion of their worn, velvet sofa. He was wearing a ratty band tee and flannel pyjama bottoms, his long, dark hair flying wildly around his face. He was fully committed to the performance, clutching a wooden mixing spoon like a microphone, belting out the lyrics with absolute, uninhibited joy. He spun, tripped slightly on a throw pillow, recovered with a dramatic hair flip, and pointed a commanding finger toward the floor.

I CAN'T cope with how cute my marauders sims are. I'm legit kicking my legs and screaming into my hands because WHAT

He's everywhere...