on road pop and tamarind: replies

this is so broken, i live like this

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• oh this is going to be
• weirdly formatted apologies in advance. sighs heavily
• listen back in the day I used to sometimes do my LJ entries in nested tables, i handcoded all my bulleted lists.
• i have found out the hard way that Tumblr’s HTML editor is… not good, so I don’t click over to it because it’s nightmare fuel
• anyhow:

• exrayspex https://exrayspex.tumblr.com/ said:

               your road pop reminds me of one lovely summer when i
  

  was a kid, my parents and grandparents and i were on a back country road, no houses in sight, and we came across a big box in the road. it was full of ice cream novelties, and they were still cold. we looked around, couldn’t find anyone, and decided to take it home. we kept it on my grandparents’ deep freeze and it lasted us all summer!

What that is AMAZING???? That’s like… a ghost story only… ice cream. !!! - chamerionwrites https://chamerionwrites.tumblr.com/ said:

                             Oh man, I miss tamarind. I used to be able

to get it super easily (off the trees lol) and it makes the best sauces.

• oh i guess i’m in bullet points now, that’s just how this is.
• MY MIND IS BLOWN by different climates. I have lived within one or two similar climate zones my whole life and so I am the kind of dumb hick who is BOWLED OVER by citrus trees and such. Passionfruit vines! Plumeria… I don’t know if those are trees or what! My dumb hick ass is like HOW CAN THINGS BE DIFFERENT IN DIFFERENT PLACES. So, to sum up, the entire concept that you can just… pick tamarind… instead of it being a badly-drawn thing on the side of a can that indicates that you’re probably not going to like whatever’s inside 😅 (listen i had a bad run-in with one of those Goya fruit drinks, the tamarind one is nasty)

• anyway I don’t know what tamarind actually tastes like, I assumed I didn’t like it. Despite being 41 years old I still have a very small brain and if it doesn’t overwinter in USDA Zone 6a then as far as I am concerned it grows in Fairyland, which means there are many cuisines of the world that are full of impenetrable wonders to me. fabledshadow https://fabledshadow.tumblr.com/ said:

                   My best friend, love her dearly, once took an
  

  adderall she found on the floor of her macroeconomics classroom.

Hm now I don’t have bullet points! THis is injustice. Anyway– bless her heart that’s amazing. Honestly I might do the same, I am desperate to know what being medicated is like, but not desperate enough apparently to go through the fifty-stage process of attempting yet again to get diagnosed. Adderall is harder to come by than an orange pop. - jacquez45 https://jacquez45.tumblr.com/post/630186860901220352 reblogged this from bomberqueen17 https://bomberqueen17.tumblr.com/ and added:

                           i buy my mint chutney in jars so i always

have some in the fridge. making it was too much of a headache in Pandemic… https://jacquez45.tumblr.com/post/630186860901220352

OMG Of course you can buy it??? Of course! I mean, knowing what it’s called is probably a good first step. https://jacquez45.tumblr.com/post/630186860901220352

starsandatoms: Tfw the whole world’s going to shit

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Tfw the whole world’s going to shit but at least someone’s going through your AO3 back catalog and commenting on your fics

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So remember how a couple of weeks ago the house two south of mine had a Trump sign on their lawn for … less than the amount of time it took me to go out to dinner?

The house two north of mine has a Biden sign on the lawn now.

werebearbearbar:RSD is looking at every little thing

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werebearbearbar https://werebearbearbar.tumblr.com/post/630190431734513664/rsd-is-looking-at-every-little-thing-and-thinking :

RSD is looking at every little thing and thinking, “Oh god, did I do that? Did I say something? What did I do? Are they mad?” for five minutes, then spending the next ten minutes yelling at yourself for being vain enough to think you make that kind of impact.

Tenant Farming (But Make It Fashion)

farm is on an old van rensselaer tenant farm

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Tenant Farming (But Make It Fashion) https://www.wonkette.com/tenant-farming-but-make-it-fashion:

probablyasocialecologist https://probablyasocialecologist.tumblr.com/post/629972122619510784/tenant-farming-but-make-it-fashion :

As a Southern crop scientist, when I see a farm with a big house and a little house I think “Ah! That’s some classic Jim Crow bullshit!” But the sturdy folk of upstate New York seem to have no such qualms. They really should. Did you know that in the Hudson Valley, feudalism was legal until 1845? Farm tenants in the Hudson Valley didn’t just have to pay rent to stay on the lord’s land. They had to pay to leave. Good times, right? It finally ended because there was an actual, honest-to-God peasant uprising. It’s called the Anti-Rent War! You should check it out sometime! It could add some useful historical perspective to reporting on adorable little cottage farms! In fact, tenant farming and sharecropping were a coast-to-coast American institution until well after the second World War. In 1920, nearly half the “family farmers” in Iowa, Illinois, Nebraska, Kansas, and Oklahoma were actually sharecroppers and tenant farmers.

This is an article by Sarah Taber that I saw first as a Tumblr thread, but it’s fantastic to read it all in one place. It’s a direct response to a NYT article where they had… their arts & leisure person write an article about a farm. Yes they did.

Also, to read more about the end of sharecropping/tenant farming/ serfdom in NYS, here’s the Wikipedia article about the Anti-Rent Wars https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-Rent_War, in which I had ancestors who killed a cop, so.

Idyllic cottagecore history my ass.

Answering the passage post. This is probably the cli

rhyperographer

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Is it my biggest series?? I suppose I figured out that it is, statistically-speaking. goes to look I’ve still got more hits on a Stargate:Atlantis fic and two MCU fics, and I’ve still got more subscriptions on an MCU fic, and my old Star Wars fic is still hanging on in the top five comment threads stats, but yeah, Witcher has taken over kudos and bookmarks for all top five stats. So yes I suppose it is!

Ha, and maybe this is a reaction to stressful times, but I was looking back through what someone just termed somewhere my “ancient works” which made me really laugh– is 2015 antiquity, now? but I suppose my genuine early works are not on the Internet– and I do tend to have a kind of running theme of fatalism. I mean, a lot of my characters have this very clearly-expressed boundary, beyond which they’d stop struggling and just let things happen.

So what that says about me I don’t know.

But Jaskier is the first of them to express that from an #ownvoices middle-aged perspective, which I suppose is that with the wisdom of experience you can kind of attain, if not dignity, an idea of when it’s appropriate to just– accept things and be as graceful as you can about them? Not that he’s even that graceful, but– there is a grace to it, even cloaked in irritation and exhaustion.

Anyway: ooh, this is the dynamic. Maybe I write the same tropes over and over but it’s only because they’re good tropes, LOL.

“You’re an asshole,” Jaskier said. “And I hate you.”

Geralt hung on, trembling and panting, and Jaskier gently stroked the damp hair away from the cold sweat of his face. He could try to pry himself free and go hunt for the missing child, but he had a feeling Geralt was at the end of his rope and the thing would kill him any moment and then he’d be a reanimated corpse to deal with. It wasn’t like Jaskier wanted to witness that, but he also didn’t want to be wandering alone through these horrifying woods just waiting for the reanimated corpse of his witcher to come crashing out of the undergrowth to eat him.

“You should run,” Geralt whispered hoarsely, after a long time.

“No,” Jaskier sighed. “This is the thing, Geralt. I’m middle-aged and tired and I just think I’d rather meet death sitting down and facing it rather than from behind while I’m running. You know?” He contemplated that a moment, and finally added, “Especially if it’s you.”

Geralt let out a breath, but there weren’t any words in it. It was clearly difficult for him to speak, and his breaths were coming slow and shallow against Jaskier’s hip. “Not too late,” he managed. “Knife through my spine. Doing me a favor.”

“No,” Jaskier said.

“Please,” Geralt said.

“I don’t know that I’ve ever heard you say that word before,” Jaskier said. “Not to me.”