#barrylup

[bakanekiprice]

Anyone Barry x lup👀👌insta:barry(me)Bakaneki_pricr and lup:jl_cosplay on insta 🔥💚

[barry-bluejeans]

1. Study for you final!!!!! 2. What do you think Barry's life was like before IPRE? I don't remember if it was mentioned in the podcast but we don't know a lot about this blue jean boi. 3. How do you think Lup would react to Barry being poisoned?

1. You can’t make meeee2. I imagine that he was one of those kids who was obsessed with proving himself academically, and in the process absolutely destroyed his self esteem. 3. “For fucks sake babe. Let me get some of your hair, for the clone-pod…you realize that it’s hard to smooch your brains out when you’re an intangible spectral being, right?”

[theaologies]

In My Mind You’re Far Away [fic]

Fandom: The Adventure Zone Ship: BarryLup Rating: T+ Prompt: I had a dream about you Notes: every minute of every hour I miss you I miss you I miss you more AO3 Link

"Mmm, welcome back," she greets as Barry steps into their room, fresh from the shower. "You took forever, my dude. I was about to send a search and rescue party." Barry laughs halfheartedly as he tosses the towel from his head into the basket. "You're one to talk, Miss If-I-Go-Missing-Check-The-Shower-First." She scoffs at him as she gives a long, luxurious stretch- like a cat just waking up from a nap in the sun- before scooting herself over from where she's sprawled across the bed, making room for Barry to sit. When he does she wraps her arms around his stomach, nuzzling her face against his skin. "You should'a told me you were going to shower," she murmurs sleepily, "I would've joined you." "And wake you up from meditating? Yeah, okay," he ruffles her hair, "I would've never heard the end of it." She whines, snuggling into Barry further, "but now I've gotta shower alllloooonnnnneeee." "Sorry, babe." She makes another noise of protest before falling into silence. She doesn't make an effort to move, though, and just leaves Barry trapped in her arms on the edge of their bed. Barry resigns himself to just brushing his fingers through her hair, carefully working out the knots that managed to twist themselves into her locks over the course of the night. A light pinkness dusts itself across his cheeks as the thoughts of how they got there cross his mind. At first he thinks it's cute- her snuggled around him. But as about the five minute mark starts to creep toward him, he can't help but wonder if she's just. Dozed off. "Babe?" He says softly, trying to adjust his position in her arms, "Uh, hun, babe? You-" He cuts himself off with a shriek as she gives him the most unexpected raspberry of his life. Barry leaps into the air as she blows the raspberry right above his hip, just above where his towel sits. Well, sat, as he leaves it behind as he goes airborne. Meanwhile, she just laughs, hands wrapped around her ribs as she struggles to breath through her cackling. "Oh- oh, my Gods," she wheezes, rolling onto her back, "oh my Gods I didn't- holy shit- I didn't expect you to react like that." Tears of pure enjoyment start to roll down her face, "Gods Almighty you almost went the full Lich there Carebear- I swear I saw your soul leave your body for a sec." "Yeah, real funny," he grumbles, yanking his fallen towel from the bed to toss it into the basket with its partner, listening as he laughter slowly starts to die off. And, of course, as good as he most definitely is at sports, Barry misses the basket five feet in front of him by a long shot. He curses under his breath and bends over to retrieve the fallen towel, to the tune of her whistle behind him. He glances over his shoulder at her to give a mock glare but is met with a wink and an exaggerated "OK" sign. "Nice." "Nice?" "So nice. Choice, even." "How choice?" He asks as her rights himself, dropping the towel solidly into the basket as he turns back to face her. Barry absolutely does not miss the way her eyes flit up and down his form, a smirk he is very familiar with starting to form at the corner of her mouth. She sprawls out again, deliberately stretching so that her shirt rides up over her stomach to expose the skin there. "I can show you," she tells him, tossing her arms up above her head as she gives him another wink, "if you're into that kind of thing." Barry can't help but chuckle a little as he moves toward the bed, watching her try to act coy as he nudges her more to the center of the mattress so he can kneel over her. "I think I'm pretty into that kind of thing." "Mmmm, I'm glad," she murmurs, wiggling a little closer to him to give him room to straddle her thighs. Barry can't help but shiver a little when one of her hands touches his hip, trailing across it lightly, "I'd love to show you." When his own hand cups her cheek she nuzzles her face into his palm, placing a soft kiss in the very center of it, and Barry feels a warmth bloom in his chest at the sight. It's such a simple, gentle action, but the affection in it hits him so hard it's almost a physical pain. He's so, so in love with this woman- who's soft hair cascades around her head and pointed ears flick against his pillow at every soft sound he makes, who's bright green eyes gaze up at him with more love than he thinks should probably exist on any planet- a love that's been tended to and cultivated over so many, many years it doesn't seem like it should be possible, at least not for a human like him. "I love you," he tells her, softly, as he feels his throat start to close up, almost like he's about to cry. And she smiles, so fucking tenderly that he can't stop the tears that unexpectedly start to fall from his eyes, "I love you, too," she tells him, her hand coming up to brush the tears from his cheeks, "Barry, I love you, too. Don't ever forget how much I love you," and then he finds her tugging him down, as though she's going to kiss him. But she stops, lips just shy of his own, and whispers against his mouth, "I'll be back soon. I promise." Something breaks at those words, something deep in his chest, and he finds himself jerking back away from her with a gasp. And then he realizes- he has no idea who this woman is. ----------------- Barry wakes with a start, nearly jumping out of the rickety old bed he finds himself in. For a moment he's dazed and confused, unable to figure out where he is. This place, dingy and cold, certainly isn't where he was- a small but cozy bedroom that he clearly recognized as his, full of books and scientific equipment, clearly well loved and taken care of. Slowly, he realizes he's in a cave, the candles flickering on a nearby desk casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The bed groans in protest as he moves and he feels about a hundred years older now than he did in his dream, joints popping as he adjusts himself, and realizes he's so cold because he's completely naked. He tries to move again, to stand up and fetch the clothes laid out over the chair at the desk, but is overcome by a sudden rush that goes straight through him, forcing him to drop his head into his hands. Gods, what kind of drunken mess had he gotten himself into the night before to leave him in such a sorry state. As the feeling starts to ebb away he drags a hand over his face- only to realize he's crying, but he doesn't know why. He sits up a little straighter and sniffs, rubbing at his eyes. He sniffs again, and again, and again, trying to will himself to stop, but can't seem to find it in him to make the tears just sort of... falling from his eyes cease. He was crying in his dreams, he remembers, though again, he doesn't quite no why. Nor can he figure out why something in a dream would affect him so deeply that he wouldn't be able to stop crying after the fact. He tries to think about his dream but finds he can remember very little. The cozy room, a warm bed, and someone in it with him, maybe. A woman, he decides, but when he tries to think about her he finds there's not much he can recall. The sound of her laughter fades even as he considers it, though it leaves behind a dull weight in his chest. Anything else he tries to remember about her is met with a kind of static, rippling across his thoughts. Like even though he's trying so desperately to remember there's nothing there anymore- nothing but the empty ache settled deep within his heart. A pain that hurts too much to dwell on for too long. Barry sniffs one more time, wipes his eyes one more time with the back of his hand, and wills the tears to stop as he finds himself unable to recall the dream at all, anymore.

[whyistaakolaughing]

Taako is laughing because of Magnus's best man speech at Lup and Barry's weeding

[spider-bones]

honestly this song just comes on at work a lot and then this happened

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[horngryeyes]

i love not participating in fandom but like. still being a character enjoyer

[natthewriter]

similarities

[denimjacketgf]

podcasts will be like here is a pair of bisexuals and one of them is going to forget the other one in some way and it’s going to hurt you and i say yes sir thank u sir anything u say sir

[mayorofrefuge]

i'm just putting this here because McElroy Fan Blog but like. my thing about blupjeans really is that is it the worst ship?? no, but i think it could have been executed better? i kind of felt like it was not a lot of development for lup and then suddenly 5 minute sappy romance scene. idk

I completely understand where you’re coming from, personally I enjoy the ship as is apparent from my blog, but I think that it’s an important relationship. You absolutely do not have to like it and I will not force anyone to, because that’s shitty.But I think there were some moments prior that did establish a clear relationship between them, and to be fair, I could make the same argument about a lot of other relationships involving Lup. Not everything in a story can be perfect, ya know? As long as you understand that and keep an open mind, it’s cool.

Anyways, the point I’m trying to make here is, I totally agree it could have been done better but I personally love the ship. But it’s totally cool if you’re not down for it, man. You do you.

[boffinsandbeasties]

when griffin andrew “talent incarnate” mcelroy is reading a prose-heavy piece of his taz narrative and he’s smiling and you can hear that he’s smiling and so you’re smiling, reblog if you agree

[snowmiku]

honestly like,,,,that was such a good ep thank u griffin for my entire life

[barry-bluejeans]

Lupbarry? Yes. Lupretia? Also yes. Very yes. Yes to both. Double yes. Exponential yes.

[theaologies]

Nights like This [fic]

Fandom: The Adventure Zone Ship: BarryLup Rating: Everyone Prompt: He’s my son, I can read his diary Notes: hey uhhhh I’m the number one sucker for family feels, thanks

"Uhhh, babe?" Barry calls, sticking his head through the slightly ajar doorway, "whatcha- whatcha doin'?" Inside Lup has made herself at home on the bed that is far too small for her, absently flicking through a pristine little notebook. "Reading Angus' diary," she answers, not bothering to even look up, "why?" Barry steps in gingerly, as if he's afraid someone may see him, and glances around the impeccably organized room- one that he's been in before, but never without the room's occupant inviting him. "You, uh. You sure you should be doing that?" "Of course," Lup rolls her eyes, flipping to the next page, "he's my son, I can read his diary," she tells her husband without missing a beat, "gotta make sure the pipsqueak isn't gettin' into any trouble." As Barry sits down on the bed Lup lifts her legs to make room, bringing them back down on his lap. "Your son?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Our son, whatever, semantics." "Our son?" "Our son. You heard me." Lup glances up at Barry, giving him a questioning look, "is that a problem?" Barry responds quickly, shaking his head. "N- no, of course not!" He insists, "I just- I didn't know- when did you decide-?" Her eyes return to the notebook, "please, Bar, Angus has been my son since I met the little booger on the train that time. He just didn't know that yet, on account of me being stuck in an umbrella and shit. Besides," she flips a page, and when she speaks again, her voice is just a little bit softer, "we always wanted kids, didn't we?" A bashful smile spreads across Barry's face as he looks at his wife, his heart nearly leaping into his throat. "Uh, yeah," he clears his throat, trying to contain the enthusiasm that threatens to well over, "...yeah. We did, didn't we?" He doesn't miss the corner of Lup's mouth quirking up into the smallest smile. "Well, consider this as. Practice, then," she tells him, now blatantly refusing to meet his eye, "for when we have our own. One day. Soon. Maybe." Gods, she's trying so hard to be casual, "obviously Angus will always be our first. But. There could be more. And, frankly, I think raiding your kid's room is the most important thing to practice." "I, mmm, might disagree with you there," Barry laughs, and Lup buries her face further into the book to keep from laughing herself, "but I guess it's, uh, practice nonetheless." "Sir! And Miss!" A little voice rings out suddenly, drawing both of their attention. As they look up their eyes meet Angus himself, standing in the doorway, slowly lowering the wand he had clearly been clutching in defense. "Oh, you scared me for a second there! I saw that might door was open and was afraid someone terrible may have raided my room! But now that I see it's just you two, I feel much better!" He tells them with a smile, starting to walk in. "Angus!" Lup exclaims, sliding her leg's off Barry and tossing the notebook to the side as she moves to stand, "there's my little man! My little babe! My little bouillabaisse!" She grins as she makes her way over to him, sliding her arms around him to sweep him into a hug. "You're gettin' so big! The fuck has Taako been feeding you? Magic growing beans?" "N- no," he mumbles as Lup practically smothers him, "I- I do believe they're just normal beans, ma'am." As Lup sets him down he looks over at Barry, who just smiles and gives a little wave, and then over to his bed where his diary lies face down on the covers. "But, ah, can I ask what you're doing in my room? And is that- is that my diary?" Lup laughs and ruffles his hair, much to Angus' dismay. "Don't worry about a thing, little man," she tells him, turning him around and taking him by the hand, "how 'bout us two go make some tasty fuckin' cookies and make Uncle Taako hella jealous, huh?" A little reluctantly, Angus lets Lup lead him back out of his room, "a-alright," he agrees half heartedly, "but you... you don't really need to hold my hand yo-" Before he can finish Lup leans down close to him, a threatening smile stretching across her face, "how 'bout you just hold my hand and don't fuckin' complain, huh?" She then turns back to Barry, giving him a much sweeter smile, followed by a wink. "And I'll see you tonight." Barry just gives a little chuckles and waves as Lup leads Angus away. Once he's sure they're far enough gone Barry gives a soft sigh and lets himself slump down onto the bed, running a hand over his face. "We'll work on it," he murmurs to himself, just as another soft smile graces his mouth.

[theoppositeofprofound]

The finale ends with a three way Battle Royale between BarryLup, Magnus, and Lucretia for custody of Angus. (Carey and Killian are more comfortable being cool aunts. Taako knows that whichever one of these fools wins he’s still getting significant Angus time guaranteed, because none of them are ready to raise a child, and is therefore happy to spectate and egg on all of them.)

Pros and cons of each potential guardian(s). 

Barry and Lup: Upsides, two of them. Super smart and kind of itching to settle down after some traumatic experiences. Domestic as hell but still exciting. Downsides, DEAD. 

Magnus: Upsides, can keep up with a growing boy, a little more of a love and enthusiasm type guardian. Ready to get six dogs and a house with a front yard. Downside, not at all “responsible”. Still sometimes forgets how old Angus is. 

Lucretia: Upsides, can keep up with a child genius. The only person who reliably remembers that Angus is eleven. Already did some paperwork to be legally in charge of him when he came on the moon. Downside: Deepseated emotional issues and guilt complexes to work through, Lup keeps joking about getting her a Life Alert. 

It ends up being more of a competitive board game tournament/drinking game. Everyone cheats. Four shots in they’re planning a shared house with secret tunnels inside. Angus has six bedrooms. Taako sneaks off and goes straight to the source with tried and true tactics, like cookie bribery, just to make sure he’s still the kid’s favorite. 

[cutieapplepie]

Finale doodle dump

[lucretiastan]

Im honestly not trying to start a fight or Anything but like?? Idk as a trans lesbian the thing that miffed me abt your post was that it kinda felt like you were implying that straight couples w/ trans characters were more valuable (or like?? Idk a better word) than gay couples w/ those same trans characters bc like. Most ppl who don't ship barrylup ship lupcretia or smthing else, still with Lup......

Hey! Don’t worry, I appreciate your message! I’m a gay trans man, so trust me I don’t believe that straight couples with trans characters are more valuable or anything (I would very much love to see people like me in media, trust me, I really really would). I don’t care if you don’t ship Lup and Barry, I’m genuinely not even super into it! I think lupcretia’s cute as hell and I’m totally down with any other ships w/ Lup so long as they aren’t nasty (and by nasty I mean like. Taako/Lup or smth).

The post was aimed at cis gay people. It’s good to remember that not all m/f couples are treated the same. Yeah, they don’t face the same things that m/m or f/f couples do but a m/f couple in which one or both is trans is treated very differently, and I’m very excited about a trans character being portrayed in a relationship where she’s loved and her status as trans isn’t treated as a fetish or something Barry has to learn to adjust to or overlook, like all in all it’s just something I’ve never seen before and I’m very thankful for it. So to see cis gay people dismissing it because “we don’t need more m/f” ships is…just kind of weird? Like, no, we don’t need more white cishet couples, but trans people being genuinely loved is so rare and I’m just happy that we get to see it.

I hope this makes sense? If you still feel like something I’ve said is kind of gross please let me know!