âGo back to sleep.â Lup watched Barry drop his hand with a grumble and tuck it up by his head, shifting a bit to escape the persistent line of light that insisted on making its way through the curtains. His eyes fluttered closed, looking a bit smaller without his usual glasses, and there was a smile on Lupâs face as she turned and crept out of the room.Â
There was a faint mumble that sounded like love you, said through a mouthful of pillow. âLove you too,â Lup said, quiet as her footsteps as the door clicked shut behind her.Â
As she made it into the living room, the weak morning light seemed to strengthen with every passing moment, glancing off of the framed pictures and cluttered bookshelves. Filling up a cup from the sink, Lup watered the plants and pulled back the curtains a little further. She straightened the clutter on their breakfast bar, and wiped an errant streak of dust off the back of a chair.Â
There was a hum of energy buzzing under her skin, an excitement that came shaking from her chest to her fingertips, twitching back her ears as she scrambled up onto the countertop. There was a moment where she paused in place, regretting the socks still on her feet, but she just kept feather fall in the back of her mind and stood up tall enough to reach the highest cabinet in the kitchen.Â
It was somewhere that Barry would never open normally, seeing how Lup had trouble opening it and she had a few inches on him, and that made it the perfect place to hide her anniversary gift.Â
Call her sentimental, but this was an important year â even moreso than all those other important years â and surprise was the spice of life. Also, it was a way to make things feel normal, and she thought that they could both use a little normal.
This was their first anniversary in over a decade that sheâd actually had her body back and been with Barry, and, as much as she tried to act like it didnât get to her, there was still a certain tension in her limbs that made her feel like she had to get it right.
Last week, what getting it right had meant was a new journal bound in denim from a destroyed pair of Barryâs favorite jeans, as well as the wand that he had made of his own femur before losing in the voidfishing, but as she pulled it down to settle on the table, there was a faint worry that it wasnât enough. It was sentimental, it was fun, it was useful, and she couldnât shake the feeling that it wasnât right.Â
âUgh.â She let out a drawn-out groan into her hands when she realized that she had been staring at the gift for at least thirty seconds, freezing when she heard movement from their room.Â
It passed, and she dragged her hands up through her messy hair. âThis is ridiculous,â she whispered, moving the wand to sit next to the book, and then on top of it, and then she crossed her arms just so she would stop overthinking it. âHeâs going to love it, and even if he doesnât he loves me, so itâs going to be fine.âÂ
With that, words hissed under her breath so that they wouldnât wake Barry up, Lup set to making them both some coffee. Despite the sunlight the morning was cold, and some small part of her wanted to put off the gift-giving for a little while longer.
After Lup shut the door behind her in her quiet escape, Barry opened his eyes and grabbed his glasses off the bedside table. Operation: Anniversary was a go, and even though his knees, spine, and neck complained at him getting down to open the bottom drawer, he was determined to have it be a success.Â
Lup had seemed a little agitated lately, and that was fair, after all the shit that theyâd been through. Both of them looking for each other in their own ways, impossible as it sometimes was, but they were back together again.Â
They were here to stay, this time around, and he wanted to make sure that Lup knew that.Â
Barry stood with a jewelry box clutched in one hand, spine creaking in a way that probably wasnât a good sign, and he poked through his jeans drawer until he pulled out a shining metal disk, dangling from a keychain. Heâd borrowed the key to the Starblaster from Davenport a couple days before, and it had been a little bit awkward. The gnome had been his boss, and then something â weirdly â like a dad, and then was gone from his life for twelve years, both of them still reeling from having their memories brushed under the rug, but theyâd known each other for a hundred years. If they couldnât deal with a little awkward, their century-long journey wouldâve been much shorter.Â
Sitting down on the bed, the key and the box small beside him, Barry felt a strange sense of lightness wash over him.Â
Things were...things were okay.Â
Sitting there, weak light dancing across his chest and light noises coming from the other room, he might not have been where he was born but that didnât mean that he wasnât home.
Grabbing a tie from the closet and putting it on loosely over his sleep shirt, Barry grabbed the gifts from the bed and headed towards the door.Â
Just before he could open it, though, the door creaked open and he had to pull his foot back so it didnât get run over. Lupâs eyes widened when she saw Barry standing there, and then her eyes dropped to his poorly tied tie, flannel pants, and oversized tee, and a laugh bubbled up.Â
âThatâs- babe, thatâs a look youâve got there.â There was a snort in her laugh, uncontained and pulling at Barry to laugh as well.Â
He shrugged. âWhat can I say, presentation is, uh, everything.â Lup leaned forward to kiss him and he met her halfway, and then there was a blur of motion as she pulled him out into the living room.
Barry had to blink, adjusting to the brighter light, and the touch on his shoulder slid off. By the time his vision cleared Lup was handing him a coffee mug, and as he took it with a smile and another kiss, she was drumming her fingers lightly against the outside of her own. Her energy was practically tangible, and when he raised his eyebrows she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the table.Â
âSo, first off, happy anniversary, itâs been sixty-one years since we got married on that world that was basically all plants and abandoned cities, and-â She let out a small laugh, undercut by nerves but her smile must have hurt her cheeks with how big it was â at least, Barry knew that his own was beginning to pull at his face muscles. âWell, we made it here.â
Barry put the gifts on the table and took Lupâs hand with his, squeezing it gently as he kept his gaze kept studiously on her face instead of the â also unwrapped â packages he saw in the corner of his blurry vision. âThat we did. I- cheers.âÂ
They tapped their mugs together and took a sip of coffee, and it wasnât long before Lup put herâs down on the table and steepled her fingers with a definitive âSo.â
Barry copied the gestures. âSo.â
âWell, I looked it up, and for some reason there arenât exacly traditional gifts for sixty-first anniversaries? Which is, you know, rather rude of the people in charge-â
âThe people in charge of the anniversary laws?â
âExactly. So. I got you these.â Lup pulled a book from the table, and as Barry took a closer look at it he squinted at the material it was bound in.
âIs this- is this where those jeans went?â The material was soft and worn but still sturdy, a worn blue with bronze corner bindings, and Lup let out a laugh that wasnât as sheepish as she might have intended.
âThey did have holes in the ass, and despite the undeniable sexiness of that, you said you couldnât wear them anymore. Some might say that you were denying Faerun of one of itâs wonders, but potato tomato.â
A corner of Barryâs lip curled up in a grin, and as he thumbed through the pages he said âI did say that, didnât I?â He could feel ideas beginning to spring to his mind as he paged through the journal, but before he could get too engrossed in the different designs of pages, and the folder in the front, and the small jar of glue to paste additions in to make the whole thing that much more wild because Lup knew him so well, he closed it and pushed up his glasses with the back of one hand. âThis is perfect, Lup. The predrawn circles so that I can draw out necromantic rituals without having to get a compass are genius, and the binding is excellent. Itâs- thank you.âÂ
Lup sat up a little straighter, smile confident with just a tinge of relief, and when she glanced back over at the table her head cocked. âIs that the Starblaster fob?â
âIt is,â Barry said, brushing his fingertips along his new journal as he spoke. âI was thinking that we could take it out for a joyride today? Like old times.â
Grabbing it and spinning the keychain around her finger, Lup sat back with a smile. âFaerun isnât gonna know what hit âem. Oh! And, thatâs not all.â Catching the disk in her palm, she grabbed a piece of bone from the table, and as Barry took it in his hand he felt the familiar positive feedback loop kick up between his now-magic and his then-magic.Â
âOh shit, nice!â He gave it a small flick and a prestidigitation of fireworks sprung from the tip, darting through the air until they faded. âWhereâd you find this? I thought it was lost.â
Lup shrugged a shoulder. âI have my ways. Also, Lucretia kept basically everything after the wipe. I get it, like, can you imagine that garage sale? But yeah, if youâre looking for lost shit she might be a good place to check.â
Barry nodded, scratching at the back of his neck with his regained wand. âThat tracks, yeah.â There was quiet for a few moments as he put the journal and wand back on the table, drinking a sip of coffee as the elephant in the room shifted from foot to foot. âI do have something else.â
Lup, who had been trying to act like she wasnât glancing at the jewelry box over her coffee mug, raised her eyebrows while holding back a smile. âYou do, do you?â
âI do.â He blew out a breath, grabbing the small velvet box and dropping to a knee next to Lup as he opened it. âSo, I know that weâre already married, have been for sixty-one incredible years- even if I couldnât remember some of âem for a while, and I know that you lost your ring when it all...when it all happened.â His hands were shaking, but when he made eye contact with Lup he felt a puzzle piece in his chest fit into place.Â
âMy momâs wedding ring is gone, but this one is...itâs not the same, but itâs still close. The ring youâve got on now was kind a spur of the moment thing, a oh fuck Lupâs back, sheâs got her body back and sheâs alive kind of thing, but-â Barry paused, pulling the ring out of the box. âIf you wanted to think about it, I wouldnât be opposed to making our marriage legal on this planet.â
There was a shine to Lupâs eyes, but she blinked it away with a grin so big it looked like her cheeks were going to crack. âAre you asking if you want to get married again?â
Barry shrugged, still holding the ring that was almost like his motherâs, blue stone in the center with silver swirls holding it in place, smaller green gems dotted next to the larger one. âYou know, for tax reasons.â
She laughed, and then he laughed, and she was pulling him up and sliding the new ring on next to the other one with a mumbled of course I do and you nerd and I love you, words pressed between kisses as she put her hands along his neck and he put his on her waist and they held tight, giggles and quiet words sharing the air between them, and they didnât let go.
Standing in that living room, awash with golden morning light, sixty-six years after that fateful duet, they kept not letting go.
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i think the post was pretty old, but i found a simple bread recipe u posted and wanted to know: should i cut slashes in the bread before baking? iâm pretty new to baking bread and the recipes iâve used so far have recommended it, but idk if thatâs like, universal or not
Oh hey!! Great question. You donât *have* to score (slash) your dough before you bake it, but there are some good reasons why you should.
It helps the bread to âopen upâ in the oven. Basically the yeast has a huge push of activity when it hits the hot oven. If you donât slash the bread, sometimes the crust on the top hardens quickly and the bread doesnât have any place to rise, so itâll kinda splooge outwards in undesirable directions. When you score/slash the dough right before you put it in the oven, it gives the dough a good direction to rise and can help create a more uniform, desirable loaf.Â
This is true with both sandwich loaves baked in a pan as well as more artisan-type loaves (like the kind you bake in a dutch oven.) For sandwich loaves, just make 2-3 little slashes about 1/4 inch deep right before you pop it in the oven. For artisan type loaves, you can do one long score near the top of the loaf at about a 40 degree angle, about 1/3 inch deep.Â
HOWEVER, if you donât have a super sharp knife (or a simple razor blade, which is what I use), itâs NBD. Your bread might rise unevenly in the oven, but itâll still taste great.
oh my god i canât believe it took u this long ... the first time i watched falsettos i was at school watching a bootleg and i started crying outside debate practice
hey!! so i saw u said u might have plans to make booty shorts... when do u think that would happen/what patterns would u start off with? thank u!
i have no idea when itâs going to happen, probably some time in 2019. as for patterns, it depends on a few factors, but itâs probably safe to assume weâll print the bees, witch, DM and milk patterns.
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