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What i love about tiktok cooking videos is they somehow have perfected the art of cooking blogs where they give u entire paragraphs of completely unrelated stories and then at the very end the actual recipe except with tiktok u get it all at the same time

ok it seems callous to do this but i watched it on mute and wrote down the recipe and it’s fucking amazing so like

i mean listen to the commentary once too it’s lovely but this is a bomb-ass recipe

man i wish tumblr let you reply to replies

geese, misc

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Y’all have been hilarious and I haven’t been able to easily keep up, so this is a big misc dump, sorry!

in re: asks going missing, laurelnose https://laurelnose.tumblr.com/ said: actually if you scroll through your drafts you might find it again? tumblr backdates drafted asks to when the ask was sent which if you have a lot of drafts makes it SEEM like they vanished into thin air

Ha, thank you. Yes, I did discover that while I was rewriting it, and it turns out my fresh reply was better than my original one, so I rolled with it, but that is a Top Tip for all y’all out there trying to function on this hellsite, and also possibly I’m telling on myself that I keep things I like and want to find again in my drafts folder which is why it’s currently sitting pretty at over 1600 entries. Whoops.

Oh in re: the sewing bird from ages ago, I remembered where I know Lacis https://lacis.com/catalog/ from– they’re the only manufacturer I’ve currently found of tambour needles, so I have a tambour needle set by them I got on Amazon or somesuch. So I ordered another set from their website because I bent the finest needle of the set which of course is the one I use, and you can’t buy replacements anywhere else but their website, and I also ordered myself a sewing bird, so I will have photos of that soon, it arrived while i was at the farm and I have only just opened it and am delighted but haven’t tried it out yet. (A modern one with two clamps would be faster and easier to use, possibly more versatile for travel, but this one is darling.)

mikkeneko https://tmblr.co/mQinCuAEZN8fzW1FQO_b2Vg​ ‘s family punchline was just that they had to flee the Puritans to come to the New World, which is hilarious because my folk had to flee the Stuarts to come to the New World so like. I mean, it’s not so much give me your tired and poor as all your political refugees. That must’ve been fun to be neighbors about.

Weird trivia fun fact: my sister’s farm’s first occupant was a German who moved upstate to work a Rensselaer tenant farm and then fought in the Rev War on the WRONG SIDE and somehow managed to keep his farm, which is evidence that he was either a fast talker or actually the locals weren’t that fired up about it, hard to say. (He and a small collection of his fellows from the local German-speaking Lutheran church went up to the Battle of Bennington https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Bennington and joined the Hessians under Baum, fighting against Stark and his folks. That was, as far as we can tell, the extent of ol’ Heinrich’s involvement in the war.)

oh yeah I wanted to reply to this one too

dalekpoetryreading https://tmblr.co/mZeB_2FF8_fCZOMwpdp2i4w​ reblogged your post “wtf geese” and added “They don’t, that’s why they are screaming” which made me laugh really really really hard.

Also over on the DW crosspost DW-user light-of-summer replied with this which is so interesting I’m cross-platform posting it:

I googled “why do geese fly at night?” and found a moderately interesting article about Canada Geese, specifically, at https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.forbes.com/sites/quora/2018/03/01/why-do-canadian-geese-fly-at-night/amp/

TL;DR: reduced air turbulence, reduced risk of overheating, and reduced risk of predation.

That article didn’t mention their eyesight, but I found another site that says Canada geese don’t see in the dark as well as cats do, but they do it twelve times better than humans!: https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.mercurynews.com/2013/11/05/morris-nighttime-geese-flights/amp/

So, now we both know! 😊

so, we are answered in both hilarious shitposting and actual knowledge-knowing. I don’t know how I feel about the fact that geese can see in the dark, part of why I can handle poultry is that I know i can just wait until night for my pathetic-but-still-usable night vision to render me the advantage. Sleepy turkeys are much less terrifying than their daytime velociraptor impression.

I’m forgetting stuff but anyway. I’m back in Buffalo for four days, let’s see how much of my mind I can recover. This has been a long fucking season. I have been writing but nothing is quite ready to post, it’s really incredible, argh. Maybe I’ll do a snippet post of what I’ve been working on later though.

titles are their own circle of hell

sitting, keira metz/lambert, nonbinary character, nonbinary Lambert

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I can’t just call this fic Lambert Gets Pegged, y’all. That’s not even the only thing that happens in it, though it does very much happen.

I even tried to help myself out, as I worked on the second draft of this I put in suggested tags and a summary, so I could get a head start on the hardest part of a fic which is organizing it enough for the final publishing bit.

There’s also a section that’s just basically verbatim Lambert@himself: wish you weren’t so fuckin awkward bud

But really most of it’s about Lambert’s unacknowledged massive burden of grief and Continuing Gender Shenanigans, so I’m really not sure how to title that. (tw for mild misgendering in this passage, which yep he’s not recognizing that this is her floating a trial balloon about it)

She smiled, and tossed her hair a little, a mannered affectation that Lambert struggled not to find annoying. Sometimes what had to be the real her peeked through, and sometimes she reverted to this sort of bullshit, and he wasn’t sure who had taught her she had to do that sort of thing. “Who’s to say a man and a woman cannot share a bath without untoward shenanigans?”

“Not a man,” Lambert said, on pure reflex, and he was suddenly even more tired than he had been.

“A Witcher, then,” she said, which… wasn’t wrong. She sighed. “For what it’s worth I suppose by that logic I’m not a woman either.” And she gave him a funny little sidelong glance.

anyway i’m trying to finish this, plz send help