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You turned me outside out then you wanted me outside in…

I have had this idea, and I feel a little nervous asking, but I have loved reading fics and seeing tumblr posts where recipes are shared.

Would people be interested in a fic fest where you also share a favourite recipe?

The fic could be about anything but must mention somehow the recipe, and then the recipe is also included in the fic (could be in the narrative, or just shared at the beginning or end). I just think it would be cute and then all the recipes could be collected like a little fandom recipe book.

**EDIT** I should’ve also said that this could also be art of any kind! As many types of fan stuff as possible!!

Bloody hell lads (gn) This was a surprise! Thank you to all the people who have said they would like to help too. I thought I might get one offer but I’m delighted by the enthusiasm. Been a busy day but will try to respond this evening ❤️

I have had this idea, and I feel a little nervous asking, but I have loved reading fics and seeing tumblr posts where recipes are shared.

Would people be interested in a fic fest where you also share a favourite recipe?

The fic could be about anything but must mention somehow the recipe, and then the recipe is also included in the fic (could be in the narrative, or just shared at the beginning or end). I just think it would be cute and then all the recipes could be collected like a little fandom recipe book.

**EDIT** I should’ve also said that this could also be art of any kind! As many types of fan stuff as possible!!

Bloody hell lads (gn) This was a surprise! Thank you to all the people who have said they would like to help too. I thought I might get one offer but I’m delighted by the enthusiasm. Been a busy day but will try to respond this evening ❤️

Chapter 22 is up! Enjoy!

Written for the @mixed-up-writer-fest with @therealrjlupin

Snippet below the cut:

I have drunk many cups of kindness

I have spent a lot of time thinking about tumblr.com recently. About its purpose and its niche. About the waifs and strays, every one of us, who find ourselves here.

And I have talked before about how other people's blogs have a kind of... geographical location for me, which I am aware is weird. It physically feels to me like travelling to you. Some of you North East, some to the West, a few of you are like being submerged in the sea. It's like visiting each of your homes to ask for an egg, or stopping by for a cup of tea. Or gossiping before leaving with a kiss on the mouth.

And I am so profoundly grateful for you all.

So, at the end of a long and sometimes heartbreaking year, thank you. To all my wonderful friends, whether I talk to you daily or more infrequently. To anyone who has read one of my silly little fics. To those who have left a kudos or a comment or even, to my utter amazement, a rec and a fanart! To those who have followed this year, and those who stayed from the last 🥹. To anyone who indulged me in an ask game, or a calligraphy request, or just interacted with me positively in some way...

Thank you, thank you, thank you. I have enjoyed having tea with you. Let's make the next one a bubbly, eh?🥂

Don't forget how many cups of kindness you poured yourself!

You are very loved 🧡

A very anonymous request for @neondomino 😘 ❤️ surely it can’t be true… 😜

It's so beautiful!

The difficulty in being a nurse and writing Wolfstar fanfic, is that there's inevitably some time when Remus someone is injured or unconscious for some length of time, and I worry about pressure ulcers, how do they pee/poop, how do they get their medication... I feel like I need to write care plans for them!

“How is he?” Sirius asked, biting his lower lip as he looked at Remus, still lying unconscious in the stark hospital bed. “You’ll be able to help him, won’t you?”

Most injured Wolfstar fanfics…

“We are certainly trying to, Mr Black, he’s receiving intensive treatment,” the nurse said kindly, looking at him with pity, and a sad smile. “We can but hope.”

Versus

“How is he?” Sirius asked, biting his lower lip as he looked at Remus, still lying unconscious in the stark hospital bed. “You’ll be able to help him, won’t you?”

“Well, Mr Black,” began the nurse, flicking through his detailed chart info. “His fluid input and output is being monitored, he’s on a X solution, infusing at a rate of X, and he had a catheter in place which so far has an output of X urine in 24hrs which is fine. He’s having twice daily bloods via his central line, we’re awaiting the results from this morning, his BP and PR are relatively stable and his oxygen sats are pretty stable at X%, he’s due a chest X-ray and then he’s due an MRI abdomen at noon, I hope that’s not a mistake, I’ll double check the handover to make sure it’s not meant to be an MRI thorax, the dietitian is on her way to make recommendations regarding his NG feed and…”

Sirius Black looked at the muggle camera which had had randomly materialised beside him.

“Er, I think that might be like TMI, as far as the readers are concerned?” he whispered.

The nurse drew themselves up fully and glared at him.

“TMI? I HAVEN’T EVEN GONE THROUGH HIS ENTIRE CARE PLAN! What about the protocols to avoid pressure ulcers? The water bed? The cardiology consult? The physio for his chest infection? The- “

Sirius Black was still staring at the muggle camera, grimacing.

“What about the extreme pining? The tearful soliloquy by Moony’s bedside? The angsty phone call to Prongs? The ugly crying with Evans? The convo with a distraught Hope and Lyall? He’s not going to recover from his injuries until he hears me tell him I’m desperately, overwhelmingly, truly, madly, deeply in love with him, we need to skip all this and fast forward to-“ he said, throwing his hands into the air.

“Fast forward? FAST FORWARD? I HAVEN’T EVEN TOLD YOU ALL THE MEDS HE’S ON AND WHICH CONSULTANT TEAM HE’S- “ the nurse was staring at him in horror, utterly gobsmacked.

A low groan arose from Remus’ bed.

“Padfoot,” he said, in a ragged whisper. “Did you just admit that you’re in love with me?”

“Ah for fuck’s sake, you’ve just ruined the entire bloody build up!” Sirius huffed. “This is not the direction that RJ wanted this fic to-“

“Out! I need to check his obs, plus, visiting hours are over!”

“But what about the sleeping by his bedside twenty-four seven for like six months?” Sirius gasped in shock. “What about the-“

“Is anyone going to acknowledge that I fucking well woke up here? From a fucking coma? Hello??” Remus Lupin said in an icy tone.

“Mr Lupin, we haven’t gotten to that part yet! Kindly lie back down and feign unconsciousness till I finish your goddam care plan!”

“I HAVEN’T EVEN HAD TIME TO BUY THE FUCKING RING YET MOONY, YOU IDIOT!”

@therealrjlupin

“Where’s the nearest place to buy a ring?” Sirius asked the nurse, patting down his pockets.

“Town. It’ll take you about fifteen minutes to get out of the multi-storey car park at this hour and another ten to get onto the main road.”

“Bollocks.”

“Visitors canteen closes in five minutes,” the nurse added with a cruel smile (clearly they hadn’t gotten any time off to buy anything either).

“Omg I’m starving, shit, alright, never mind I’ll buy a load of chocolate from the vending machine on the way back.”

“Did someone say chocolate?” Remus’ hoarse voice rose. “I feel like I haven’t eaten chocolate in years, can you get me a dairy milk?”

“You need a review by SLT before you’re allowed eat, Mr Lupin,” the nurse rolled their eyes.

“I’ll phone Prongs and Lily to let them know, they need to be here to witness the entire proposal scene,” Sirius said, whipping his iPhone out of his back pocket.

“They do? Please tell me you’re joking? Sirius, I’d recommend you get the ring straight away and propose while I’m still groggy and not fully compos mentis because the chances of me saying yes to you are rapidly falling, and if I don’t get a dairy milk or at least a twix with that ring, you can kiss your- “

“I’m going, I’m going!” Sirius yelped, legging it down the narrow corridor smelling of antibacterial floor cleaner, cradling the phone against his neck as he searched his pockets for his wallet. “Prongs! Where are you?”

“We’re outside, changing Harry’s nappy on top of the car bonnet, long story,” James tired voice answered. “Why, what’s up?”

“Really? Not ideal mate,” Sirius tutted, trying to find his way back to reception. “Never mind, look, huge mess, Remus has just awoken from his coma and I’m just rushing into town to buy an engagement ring!”

“No way! But like, we were supposed to be there for the tearful reunion scene!? The laughing and shedding tears of joy part? The hugs and runny mascara on Lils? How are we going to manage that with a teething baby?”

“I haven’t worn mascara in months, James!” Lily’s voice sounded outraged. “We can’t even drop Harry to anyone’s house because all the rellies are dead.”

“Er… Aside from Petunia?” Sirius asked, cringing as the silence on the other side stretched out. “Hello? Hello? ….. Fuck!”

Oh my goodness, this is the most accurate and hilarious addition! It's so clever, Mia. I can't even begin to explain how clever and nuanced this is!

🚨ALERT🚨

I have officially been given permission from the Goddess themself!

I will be creating an audio read/commentary of Dear Your Holiness 😭⭐

I'm so excited and cannot wait to start! This fic had me FEELING things. I related to the religious trauma and thoughts process of Sirius but also with the faith Remus still had 💕 It had me giggling and panicking..Gah, my heart was so full!

Thank you for letting me start this project @mollymarymarie

I hope when it's done people have a fun time listening to it! I plan on making it feel like you're reading with a friend ❤️ I will be giggling 100% and commenting on things!

I am GREATLY looking forward to this!!

Ahhhhhhhhhh

Prongsfoot!!

Being shit at giving presents in my real life means that when writing stories, all my characters are also shit at giving presents.

Sorry lads (gn), no good Christmas presents for you.

It's so hard!

My 4th attempt at a paperback and the best one yet (rip to the cracked spine tho 🫠) far from perfect but I love it and this story. can’t stop, won’t stop binding it bc I need all of my friends to read it/own a copy

dear your holiness- written by @mollymarymarie 🫶🏼💕

😭😭😭 It's amazing friend

I can't express how much I need this!!