in shoebox when james and sirius accidentally turn themselves transparent and james asks sirius if he can see lily’s name written upon the ventricles of his heart and sirius hits him with a piece of firewood and then keeps an oven mitt in front of his chest for the rest of the day
this is a very good example of why i care so deeply about both james/lily and remus/sirius
For perhaps the first time in Remus Lupin’s conscious life, he actually understands himself.
“How poetic of you,” Remus says. “You’re a Yeats in the making.”
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The pangs and narrows of a murd’rous bladder
Or take arms against our dear McGoogles
And by opposing — detention! To die: to leave:
No more; and by ‘a leave’ to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
This class is heir to, ‘tis a bathroom break
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die: to leave:
To leave perchance to pee: ay, there’s the rub
dah-nah-nah dah! dah! dah! dah! da dunnah dunnah, doodle oodle doodley doo, doo doo doo! dah nahnuh doodle oodle doo doodle oodle doo, doot doodle oodle doo doodle oodle doo
I got myself an early birthday present!
By now we should all know that The Shoebox Project is my favorite fic ever. (If you haven’t read it, do yourself a favor.) So I had it bound into a book. It ended up being 719 pages, and none of the images are in color (but thankfully not many of the images need color anyway) but it’s amazing and I’m so pleased with the result.
Of course all credit for the writing and everything else goes to Jaida and Rave - we wouldn’t have this fantastic thing without them. Also a big personal thanks to Marlowe for introducing me to this fic in the first place, and to Katy for giving me the idea to have it bound. So thanks again to all of you.