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Here There Be Unicorns

@woodelf68 / woodelf68.tumblr.com

Female, Michigan. Currently deeply invested in the happiness of space vikings. Also Robert Carlyle fandom and anything that makes me smile or laugh. Expect fluffy animals. Will tag for blocking upon request.
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ahedderick

   Skate, quick! As of yesterday the pond ice had frozen thick enough to skate on. However, we are supposed to get more snow tonight - which will cover the ice. So today we got a chance to skate for a bit. We had only one skate last winter, if I remember right, so I was more than a little shaky. I managed, though, with some amiable harassment from my progeny. Both of them used to skate weekly at the roller rink, and are quite proficient. (although it take a minute to switch ‘gears’ mentally from roller to ice skating)

   Meanwhile, Chance and Lady were patrolling the edge of the pond and the field behind it, trying to dig holes and chase critters.

Good times.

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tavo-bell

“Aw man! This pie doesn’t taste at all like what grandma use to make! I’m must be a terrible baker:(“

Maybe! Or maybe one of many things might be different from the recipe you’ve been trying to follow

Baking is largely both a science, and bullshit. Anything from the altitude you’re at, or the mosture in the air, or the way you’re measuring ingredients (ie weight vs volume) can effect how your final result of what you’re making will come out. A few examples just in my grandmother’s Apple Pie recipe are

  • Her recipe calls for Crisco in the crust, but Crisco changed their formula in 2007, effecting the taste and texture of the crusts made, so adjustments have to be made to account for that
  • The Apple tree in her backyard is gone, and no apples sold commonly in stores are similar to whatever random variety she had, and there are over 7,500 known varieties of apples
  • Not all flour that you buy from the store is the same, and I’m not just even talking about like. Cake flour vs wheat flour. Even in the US the kind of regular baking flour differs depending on where you live, and where it’s sourced from

So will I ever make that Apple pie I remember fondly from my childhood? Probably not! Just gotta figure out my own thing that works.

I dunno why I made this post at 6am. Just shit to keep in mind next time you’re struggling with an older recipe I guess!

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Some Other Floof of July

A/N: Based on Some Other Kiss Me by junoinferno, wherein Rumpelstiltskin gets a glimpse in a crystal ball of an alternate reality where he meets Belle while Bae is still a boy. He can’t resist hoping for another glimpse of a life where things turned out better than in his own. The scene he sees here is from my fic The Floof of July. Want to play in the 'Some Other...' ‘verse? Juno invites you to give Rumpel visions of the fluffy stories we’ve written where he and Belle are happy together or Bae didn’t die or grow up alone. Link back to Juno’s fic (”Some Other Kiss Me”) for the starting premise,  and the fic of yours which Rumpel gets a glimpse of. Let’s show our former Dark One that happiness is possible!

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Rumpelstiltskin lay awake for a long time that night, thinking of the glimpse of that other Bae and Belle and himself he had seen in the blue crystal ball, wishing he knew more of their story, and how it had turned out, wondering what his life would have been like if he had met Belle when Bae was still a boy. How many other alternate realities were out there in which Bae was still alive and happy? Where a tangle of lies and bad decisions didn't exist between himself and Belle? Rumpelstiltskin finally fell asleep and had a lovely dream where it had been Belle welcoming him home from the Ogre War, with baby Bae cradled in her arms instead of Milah’s. 

He was still thinking about what other visions the ball might show him when he went down to breakfast the next morning. If it had just been some other Belle and himself he had seen, he thought, he wouldn’t feel this overpowering temptation to try for another scene. But the memory of laughing brown eyes over an unruly mop of hair tugged at him with a need that was almost painful. 

“Is something wrong?” Belle asked, placing a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon down in front of him. “You seem distracted this morning.”

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