Blend-of-Whiskey

a conversation my friends and I had about tigger.
  • Friend 1: for a hot second there i forgot that literally bouncing is what he does and thought like, a bouncer at a nightclub
  • me: spdfigfdos
  • Friend 2: I would fucking watch that tho
  • me: THE BEST THING ABOUT TIGGERS IS THAT I'M THE ONLY ONE... ALLOWED TO KICK YOU OUT AFTER YOU HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK, WHOO HOO
  • Friend 1: skjdflsjfd
  • Friend 2: Pooh is the barkeep! Friendly with simple life advice u-u The hottest cocktail at the 100 Acre Woods? Honey, of course~!
  • Friend 2: (a blend of whiskey, honey and rum that'll warm your tum tum)
  • me: Eeyore is the sad, sad drunk. oh god what went wrong now.
  • me: Kanga is the single mother whose husband ran out on her and she can't afford a sitter while she waitresses so she brings her kid with her. also, I'm going to hell.
  • Friend 1: christopher robin is the hipster who's always trying to come up with new craft brews
  • Friend 2: Roo often tries to emulate Tigger. He alerts him to the drunks who have had too much so he can kick them out
  • me: Rabbit is the health inspector.
  • Friend 2: Piglett's also a waiter but is very nervous and doesn't like serving the big burly dudes. But he's a total sweetheart.
  • Friend 1: i've created a monster
  • Friend 2: Owl's the wise drunk. You know the guy. They knock back a couple and suddenly they know all life's mysteries
  • me: including the ones you didn't ask him about.
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1957 Carstairs White Seal Blended Whiskey ad by Tom Simpson

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TINCUP is a blend of two great American whiskeys, each aged in #3 charred oak barrels. “High rye” bourbon, distilled and aged in Indiana, is blended with a small amount of Colorado single malt whiskey. These whiskeys are then cut with Rocky Mountain water. TINCUP is named for the Colorado mining pioneers and the tin cups from which they drank their whiskey.

I find it to have a smooth, yet bold oak taste, perfect for sipping in a HUGE double old fashioned glass with a splash of water and a single large ice cube. The “tin cup” cap is a perfect way to measure out portions for a delicious, full bodied old fashioned or Manhattan.

Cinnamon And Whiskey

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam, Jo (sorry if you love Jo)

Summary:  Dean and reader have a tryst at the Roadhouse.  

This is for my 2K drabble celebration. I incorporated two prompts into this fic, because it felt right.  @torn-and-frayed requested “Lean back sweetheart and let me take good care of you.”  @littlegreenplasticsoldier requested “We’re just friends and that’s all we’ll ever be!

Word Count:  2023  (Apparently I have am incapable of writing a drabble, because this turned into another one shot.)    

Warnings:  language, smut, oral (female and male receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), smidgen of angst

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Tagging the squad at the bottom.

Cinnamon and Whiskey

Her nipple stiffens into a hard peak as my thumb runs slow circles over the cottony fabric of her tank top.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers, looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes that sparkle when the moonlight catches them just right.

“No,” I agree before stealing another kiss.

Her lips are perfection, rosy and bow-shaped, soft and pliant. Cinnamon and whiskey blend together on her tongue, it’s a heady combination. She lets out a breathy sigh that makes my skin prickle all over. My lips trail down her chin, along her jaw, down to her neck.  Her skin tastes like honey and strawberries.

“If Jo finds out…” She trails off, distracted by my tongue trailing along her collarbone.

“Ain’t nothin’ between us,” I reply before nipping at her shoulder.

“Yeah, maybe you should let her know that.”

“Mmm,” I murmur against her silky soft skin, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her tight against me, pressing my cock against her.

Her lips fall open, the gasp that tumbles out is my reward when she feels me shoved up snug against her clit.

“Oh,” she moans.  The sound is silvery and sultry.

The country air is thick and humid, the night humming with the chorus of a thousand insects. Music drifts along on the breeze, pumping out of the Roadhouse. I slide my hand down the back of her cut off denims, under the silky fabric of her pantes. Cupping her firm ass, I bend my knees and push up against her. She grinds back, her hands running up under my shirt.  Christ, she’s soft and curvy in all the right places. Been thinkin’ about her for weeks, jerking myself off just dreamin’ about her. I’ve been looking for any excuse to get back to the Roadhouse.

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What’s Your Home State’s Signature Cocktail

America boasts an almost endless array of liquor, making the choice of one signature cocktail for each state a tricky task. But every state gets tipsy in its own special way, and we chose these cocktails with some semblance of logic: a combination of state of origin, popularity, and exclusivity. Not everyone will agree with all the choices, but hey, it’s all still booze. And booze is great. Cheers!

1. Alabama

Drink: The Alabama Slammer (Amaretto, Southern Comfort, Sloe Gin, orange juice)

Why?: Legend has it that the drink originated in the state in the 1970’s and is known as the signature drink of The University of Alabama Crimson Tide

2. Alaska

Drink: The Smoked Salmon Bloody Marry (Smoked Salmon Vodka, V-8 Juice, Tabasco, Worcestershire sauce,sugar, salt & pepper)

Why?: Alaska Distillery has recently produced vodka made with a secret recipe of smoked salmon caught in the Gulf of Alaska.

3. Arizona

Drink: The High and Dry (Mandarin Vodka, Triple Sec)

Why?: During the prohibition era, Phoenix featured a"secret bar" behind a bookshelf in the Arizona Biltmore, where “every self-respecting gentleman” had access to a decent highball

4. Arkansas

Drink: The Arkansas Razorback (Rum, Vodka, Amaretto Liqueur, Kahlua)

Why?: The popular cocktail shares its name with the University of Arkansas Razorbacks. You can even buy cocktail glasses embellished with the Razorback mascot

5. California

Drink: The Mai Tai (Light Rum, Dark Rum, Lime juice, Orange juice, orgeat syrup)

Why?: This fruity beverage is said to have been created by Victor “Trader Vic” Buergon at his Polynesian-style restaurant in Oakland, California.

6. Colorado

Drink: The Snowball (Vodka, Fresca, Lime juice)

Why?: The interesting combo of vodka and lemonade is also popular in the U.K., but this combo of Colorado Premium Vodka and Fresca makes this drink uniquely Coloradan 

7. Connecticut

Drink: The Limonata (Vodka, Sparkling Lemonade, blood - orange juice)

Why?: Available exclusively at Ballo at the Mohegan Sun in Monteville, Connecticut, this drink features a sphere of frozen blood orange that adds sweet flavor to the cocktail as it melts.

8. Delaware

Drink: Blueberry Vodka Tonic (Vodka, Blueberries and lots of Time

Why?: Unlike typical vodka tonics, Delaware’s blueberry version features a vodka infused with fresh blueberries for over a month.

9. Florida

Drink: The Rum Runner (Captain Morgan, blackberry liqueur, creme de bananes, orange juice)

Why?: Rum Runners are said to have been invented in the 1950’s at the Holiday Isle Tiki Bar in Islamorada, Florida.

10. Georgia

Drink: The Scarlet O'Hara (Southern Comfort, cranberry juice, lime wheel)

Why?: There are several varieties to “The Scarlet O'Hara” but  in Georgia, they typically feature Southern Comfort.

11. Hawaii

Drink: The Blue Hawaiian (Light Rum, Vodka, Blue curacao, Pineapple juice,sweet & sour mix)

Why?: This tropical cocktail was invented by Harry Yee, a legendary bartender at the Hilton Hawaiian Village in Waikiki.

12. Idaho

Drink: Spring Whiskey Sling (Blended whiskey, Lime juice, sugar, water)

Why?: The Red Feather Lounge in Idaho features a famed Spring Whiskey Sling that was featured in the “Best of List” in The New York Times.

13. Illinois

Drink: The Chicago Fizz (Dark rum, Ruby port, lemon juice, sugar, club soda, egg white)

Why?: While New Orleans is credited with the origination of the fizz, the Chicago variation’s claim to fame was its popularity at the Waldorf-Astoria bar in New York during the pre-prohibition era.

14. Indiana

Drink: The Refined Janet Guthrie (Sweet Tea vodka, Refined Mixers margarita mix)

Why?: In honor of the Indy 500, this beverage was created to commemorate the first woman that qualified and drove in the race.

15. Iowa

Drink: The Iowa Sunrise (Bacardi white rum, Vodka, Lemonade, Sprite, Orange juice, grenadine)

Why?: While similar to many cocktails in composition, the Iowa version is said to represent the beautiful sunrise over Iowa in winter mornings.

16. Kansas

Drink: The Pendergast (Buffalo Trace Bourbon, sweet vermouth, Benedictine, and Angostura bitters)

Why?: This cocktail is named for Thomas Pendergast, a Kansas City politician famed for his populist touch and connections with the Mafia during the Prohibition.

17. Kentucky

Drink: The Mint Julep (Bourbon, sugar, water)

Why?: The origins of the drink are murky, but the mint julep was introduced by US Senator Henry Clay during the 18th century.

18. Louisiana

Drink: The Sazerac (Rye Whiskey, Peychaud’s bitters, sugar, absinthe)

Why?: In June 2008, the Louisiana Legislature proclaimed the Sazerac as New Orleans’ official cocktail.

19. Maine

Drink: Dust to Dust (Cold River Vodka, Domaine de Canton ginger liqueur, Aperol, ginger syrup)

Why?: The bar Grace, located in Portland, Maine, is famous for this unique ginger cocktail.

20. Maryland

Drink: The Black-Eyed Susan (42 Below Vodka, Early Times Kentucky Whiskey, sweet & sour mix, and orange juice)

Why?: The cocktail, named after Maryland’s state flower, is the official drink of the Preakness Stakes.

21. Massachusetts

Drink: Drink: The Cape Codder (Vodka and cranberry juice)

Why?: The drink was conceived by the Ocean Spray cranberry growers under the name “Red Devil,” which was later changed to “The Cape Codder” in the 1960’s.

22. Michigan

Drink: Drink: The Golden Cadillac (Creme de cacao (white), Vodka, Galliano, blueberries, water, sugar, and lemon juice)

Why?: While the cocktail was created in California, it’s famed name (Cadillac, of the Motor City origin) and taste has made it a popular beverage in many bars in Michigan.

23. Minnesota

Drink: Drink: The Bootleg (Bootleg mix, gin, vodka/light rum, and club soda)

Why?: Bootleg cocktails are made specifically from Bootleg Mix, which can only be purchased from the Woodhill Country Club in Wayzata, Minnesota.

24. Mississippi

Drink: Drink: Mississippi Punch (Dark rum, bourbon, brandy/cognac, fresh lemon juice, and sugar)

Why?: This cocktail recipe was first printed in Jerry Thomas’ The Bon Vivant’s Companion, attributing its location in Mississippi.

25. Missouri

Drink: The Missouri Mule (Bourbon, Applejack, lemon juice, Campari, and Cointreau)


Why?: The cocktail was created for President Harry S. Truman, with its name representing his home state of Missouri and the donkey mascot of the Democratic Party.

26. Montana

Drink: The Montana Tornado (Jack Daniel’s Tennessee whiskey, gin, tequila, and 7 Up)


Why?: Unlike other tornados, the Montana Tornado features 7 Up instead of the commonly used Coca-Cola. The drink is also served in a mason jar instead of the typical cocktail glass.

27. Nebraska

Drink: The Kool-Aid Caddy (Orange vodka and Kool-Aid)


Why?: Kool-Aid was invented in Hastings, Neb, by Edwin Perkins. Naturally, the state boasts a beverage in his honor.

28. Nevada

Drink: The Nevada Cocktail (Light rum, grapefruit juice, lime juice, and sugar)


Why?: In honor of Nevada Day, which falls on the last Friday of October, many drink this cocktail to celebrate.

29. New Hampshire

Drink: The Gin-Esaisquoi (Lillet blanc, Velvet Falermum, egg whites, and orange bitters)


Why?: This drink was originated at the White Mountain Cider Company in Glen, NH by bartender Jeff Grdinich for his friend Kevin Ginestet, who, ironically, is allergic to eggs and does not drink alcohol.

30. New Jersey

Drink: The Applejack (Applejack brandy, lemon juice, and grenadine)


Why?: During the colonial period in New Jersey, the Applejack was used as currency to pay road construction crews. New Jersey also boasts the oldest licensed distillery, Laird & Company, which continues to produce applejack.

31. New Mexico

Drink: La Paloma (Tequila and grapefruit soda)


Why?: This cocktail was first recognized in Evan Harrison’s Popular Cocktails of the Rio Grande. Known as “The Dove” in Spanish, it’s origins are claimed to be somewhere along the Rio Grande.

32. New York

Drink: The Moscow Mule (Vodka, lime juice, ginger beer)


Why?: The cocktail is said to have been invented in 1941 by John G. Martin of G.F. Heublein Brothers, Inc., an East Coast spirit producer and Jack Morgan, President of Cock ‘n’ Bull Products.

33. North Carolina

Drink: Dirty Beetz (Vodka, beet juice, lime juice, and orange juice)


Why?: The Fiction KItchen, a local Raleigh haunt, features this cocktail. Created by Christopher Tamplin, the use of beets creates a vibrantly colored cocktail when garnished with a lime and orange peel. 

34. North Dakota

Drink: The Howlin’ Wolf (White Creme de Menthe, blue curacao, vodka, and Sprite)


Why?: It’s no surprise that this drink is named after North Dakota’s state animal, the coyote (AKA prairie wolf).

35. Ohio

Drink: The Black Gold (Captain Morgans, Jose Cuervo Gold Tequila, Sierra Mist, and Grenadine)


Why?: The Kentucky Derby, the Preakness, and the Belmont Stakes have specialty cocktails, naturally the folks in Thistledown wanted to create a drink to represent the Ohio Derby. The Black Gold is named after the only horse to win both the Kentucky Derby and the Ohio Derby.

36. Oklahoma

Drink: The Farmer’s Daughter (Vodka, fresh strawberries, basil leaves, and simple sugar)


Why?: Lobby Bar, located in Oklahoma City, specializes in maintaining the tried-and-true nature of cocktails while adding an individual twist, crafting each individually with added, natural ingredients. Each of their Farmer’s Daughter cocktails is made with fresh fruit.

37. Oregon

Drink: Flaming Ring of Fire (High proof rum, whiskey, and tabasco sauce)


Why?: Named after Oregon’s location in “The Pacific Ring of Fire ”, this shot turns up the heat with added Tabasco sauce.

38. Pennsylvania

Drink: The Bronx (Gin, Sweet red vermouth, dry vermouth, and orange juice)


Why?: Strangely, this cocktail was created by Joseph S. Sormani in Philadelphia, a retired Bronx restauranteur.

39. Rhode Island

Drink: Rhode Island Red (Partida Blanco tequila, chambord, lemon juice, agave nectar, orange bitters, and ginger beer)


Why?: While hailing from California, this drink was created to salute the 350th anniversary of Rhode Island’s reception of a Colonial Charter.

40. South Carolina

Drink: The Hemingway Mojito (Bacardi, sunset-red Italian Campari, muddled mint & grapefruit, soda water, and grapefruit juice)


Why?: Amen Street’s, located in Charleston, mixologists created a cocktail to match the colorful like of Ernest Hemingway. The drink boasts beautiful colors to reflect Hemingway’s love for Key West’s sunsets.

41. South Dakota

Drink: The President (Light rum, grenadine, and orange juice)


Why?: Over 2 million people visit South Dakota annually to visit this befitting cocktail’s dedication, the Presidents of Mount Rushmore.

42. Tennessee

Drink: Lynchburg Lemonade (Jack Daniel’s whiskey, Triple sec, sweet & sour, and Sprite)


Why?: This famous cocktail got its name from the Jack Daniel’s Distillery in Lynchburg, Tennessee. Alabama restauranteur Tony Mason brought JD to court, alleging that the distillery stole his recipe, but a judge declined his request for $13 million in damages.

43. Texas

Drink: The Mexican Martini (Tequila, Cointreau orange liqueur, sweet & sour mix, lime juice, orange juice, and Sprite)


Why?: This cocktail variation of a margarita is served straight up in a cocktail glass and can be served extra spicy. This drink was created and continues to be incredibly popular in Austin, TX.

44. Utah

Drink: The Mountain Derby (Woodford Reserve, grapefruit juice, honey, and lemon juice)


Why?: This interesting cocktail was created by Dave Wallace and beat out other cocktails in a competition held in Park City, UT. As a result, his concoction is now featured on drink menus at bars and restaurants all over the city for six months.

45. Vermont

Drink: The Old Vermont (Gin, maple syrup, lemon juice, orange juice, and bitters)


Why?: For a true version of an Old Vermont, a bartender needs to use Barr Hill Gin from Vermont.

46. Virginia

Drink: The Copper Barley (Campari, sweet vermouth, and soda water)


Why?: The Copper Barley is a cocktail that uses malt exclusively from the Virginia Highland Malt distillery.

47. Washington

Drink: The Washington Apple (Vodka, Sour Apple Schnapps, and apple juice)


Why?: This can be served as a martini, a shooter, or on the rocks, but its main ingredient is Washington apples from, well, Washington.

48. West Virginia

Drink: The Persephone (Bourbon, whiskey, triple sec, lemon juice, and egg whites)


Why?: This holiday inspired, champagne-based cocktail was featured in the West Virginia Gazette by its style team.

49. Wisconsin

Drink: The Tom and Jerry (Rum/brandy/whiskey, egg whites, vanilla extract, sugar, nutmeg, and powdered milk)


Why?: This Christmastime cocktail was originally created by journalist Pierce Egan in the 1820s, but continues to be most popular in Wisconsin.

50. Wyoming

Drink: The Boiler Maker (Light draft beer and whiskey)


Why?: Similar to Old Faithful in Wyoming, The Boiler Maker is a geyser of sorts. To consume this cocktail, you first have to drop the shot of whiskey into the beer, then down the entire thing in one gulp.

Bonus: Washington D.C.

Drink: The Rickey (Gin, lime juice, and carbonated water)


Why?: While the drink was created in the 1880’s, the drink maintains its popularity as one of the most popular gin cocktails in the area and even has a virgin version called the “lime rickey”.

In Defense of the Bottom Shelf

The deeper you delve into the wide world of whiskey, I find with most people, one of three things happen: 

  • You just don’t get the hype & think most whiskey tastes the same. 
  • You find your preferred brand[s] & never stray far. 
  • You refine your tastes, desire to explore more, & it becomes more than just a drinking experience. 

With the latter two, there is a tendency to turn up ones nose to bottom shelf and cheaper brands, for no other reason than they’re simply inexpensive and therefore must be of inferior quality. 

Now, I’ve never claimed to be an expert on whiskey, I’m just doing my thing over here but I am constantly getting commentary on my choice of drinks and brands as well as my responses to follower questions or recommendations. Before you run away, this isn’t a response to trolls or a cry for sympathy, simply my opinion. 

Some of my best memories revolve around big bottles of bottom shelf, nights out in the country, passing it around with friends, and by the fourth or fifth pull from the bottle, you couldn’t tell the difference between Rebel Yell or Pappy Van Winkle anyhow. 

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Sunday Smut Spotlight - from Tom's POV

Welcome, my lovelies!

This week, writers were asked to provide stories (old or new) from Tom’s (or his character’s) point of view.  

Most of these stories are in First Person POV.  A couple are in what is known as Close Third Person and are noted.  A short summary and one or two of the first paragraphs are included with each link.

We’ve got a wonderful selection this week and I’m sure you’ll love these! Please give likes and comments to the authors, and reblog this to spread the joy!

What you are about to read are works of erotic fiction and are intended for audiences over the age of 18.  Definitely not safe for work, and if you’re going to read them on the bus during your morning commute, sunglasses might be in order.  

Image credits various - please see watermarks on images, none are mine.

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Harry Potter Cookbook:

  • Title: Ogden’s Olde Fire Whiskey

Information:

  • Yield: n/a
  • There are multiple Harry Potter recipes that can be found under my ‘hp cookbook’ tag.
  • Image and recipe source are the same.

Recipe:

Ingredients: 

  • Whiskey* – your favorite brand
  • Red Hot Cinnamon Candy – about 6-7 candies per ounce whiskey
  • Coffee Filter and Holder
  • 3-4 large cinnamon sticks
  • *You can use Scotch, Irish Whiskey, Bourbon, Canadian Whiskey; blended or straight–It’s entirely up to you. I used the cheapest bourbon I will drink straight-up but you can go wherever you’d like on the quality/price spectrum. Follow the rule of thumb with liqueurs and infusions: don’t use it if you wouldn’t drink it straight-up.

Directions:

  • Find a clean glass container with a lid such as a bottle or mason jar. You can also use the bottle your spirits originally came in–you just have to take a few swigs to make room for the candy. Measure how much you are adding and be sure to leave at least 1/10th of the container empty.
  • For every ounce of whiskey, add 6-7 red hot candies to your container. I used a 750 ml (about 25oz when full) bottle of bourbon, poured out about ½ cup, and added 135 red hot candies. Shake your container occasionally. It only takes a few hours for the candy to dissolve.
  • The candies are coated with carnuba wax so, once the candy is dissolved, you’ll want to filter it through a coffee filter to keep the whiskey smooth.
  • Bottle the filtered whiskey and drop the cinnamon sticks in the bottle. Leave them in there one week or more. You can also keep them in the bottle indefinitely.
  • Optional: Label your bottle.  (I decided to label it “Ogden’s Olde…”, with an “e” in the “Olde” because it seemed more appropriate, though the name of it from Harry Potter fame does not include the “e.”)
Request -- Could you do a dean x reader where the reader is actually a demon and the boys find out when the reader accidentally drinks from a bottle of holy water? Or gets cut with Ruby's knife? Thank you!

(Hope you like it! I assumed that you wanted Dean and the reader to be romantically involved because of how you worded your request. xx)


You intercepted Dean’s smile with one of your own showcased on your face, watching through the windshield of the Impala as he walked into the gas station, a bell ringing above his head as he disappeared through the door. This left you alone in the car with classic rock floating through the speakers, something that you now enjoyed and had grown accustomed to, along with the musk of honeyed whiskey blended with a touch of cologne that Dean left behind wherever he went.

Looking into the rearview mirror, you whimpered softly as you finally let go and allowed your eyes to turn the onyx that truly didn’t belong in a hunter’s car, especially in Dean Winchester’s. A wave of satisfaction almost overwhelmed the slight pain that you felt while a smirk crawled into your expression and replaced the genuine smile that you had given the emerald-eyed man; you couldn’t stop your frantic thoughts from swirling around in your head, though. They were pounding against the walls of your skull, begging for attention, and you gave into them with your features etched with agony.

You were a twisted, dark soul that was meant and created for the shadows, one that was supposed to be wreaking havoc and holding human lives in your hands, not walking amongst them. That had been your life before you had met the Winchesters, evil without reason and not letting yourself feel any other emotions except for anger and revenge that came with every demon. Now, you were being exposed to the light that the brothers radiated, something that you would have normally shrunk away from, and your fury had been dulled down by your affections for Dean: the righteous man who had served time he hadn’t deserved in the pit where you had been reborn, and the one who reminded you of what being human really felt like; it was odd, for you weren’t used to your cunning personality crumbling. A lot of the time it was pain and suffering like what you had experienced in Hell before you had become a demon, but great things could come out of it such as victories and brilliant grins; you had been a witness to his, and for at least a couple seconds out of every day, you despised yourself for having foreign feelings for him because of what you were. He already hated all demons, especially after the episode with Sam and Ruby, and for the first time in your existence you were frightened; if he found out what you were, death by his hands was inevitable, but at least it would mean that you wouldn’t have to go through the pain that your newly-found emotions brought.

Gratefulness, another strange feeling, flooded through your body when Dean opened the door and got into the car again, pushing your thoughts behind a barrier that would surely break down the next time that you were alone.

“Miss me while I was gone?” he teased, opening the case of water bottles that he had bought while inside of the gas station’s store.

“Of course,” you replied with an affectionate roll of your eyes. “So, what does this have to do with your plan to kill these demons?”

Normally, you would have been opposed to the killing of your own kind, but now you didn’t even bat an eyelash at the mention of it; the question had slipped off of your tongue with ease.

“Good question,” he answered with a wink, and opened a water bottle before pouring it out of the window while you watched in confusion. Your eyes slightly widened when he pulled out a couple of flasks of holy water and poured them into the empty bottle, forcing you to inch away subtly when some of it splashed towards you. “Since they’re posing as a human couple, we can pretend that we’re they’re neighbors. We can wear them out somehow and if they want to keep up their facade as humans, they’ll have to pretend to be tired and accept the water from us. And when they figure out that what they’re drinking is actually straight shots of holy water, we’ll have enough time to gank them.”

“S-Smart,” You forced yourself to hide your stutter, concealing your bit of fear behind a smile. “Although, I would expect nothing less from you.”

He gave you a devil-may-care grin, but the green eyes that were your very first weaknesses were tender as he started to make his way out of the gas station, the gravel crunching beneath the tires of the Impala.

“That’s a compliment Sam normally gets,” he commented as he drove, both of you looking out of the windows and at the darkening sky. “But hell, I’ll accept it.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” you told him. “You’re smart, you use your resources, and you figured those demons out pretty damn fast.”

Dean chuckled, and met eyes with you for a second before turning them back to the road.

“Well, then maybe I can finally figure you out,” he said, and both fear and happiness erupted in you at the same time. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t.”

Your laughter was uneasy, but you hoped he couldn’t detect it. “If say that I’m a bit difficult to read. Too complicated, and there’s a ton of crap that you don’t want to delve into.”

“Join the club,” he joked. It then surprised you when he lifted one of his hands from the steering wheel so he could brush your hair from your face, and it was suddenly one of those moments when you hated yourself. “Maybe sometime soon, I’ll know you more as a person than as a hunter.”

“Maybe,” you agreed breathlessly, and then didn’t say anything more before turning your head away from him, looking out of the window. You closed your eyes every time a car’s headlights shone in your direction, hiding both the obsidian color of your eyes that matched the color of the sky after about fifteen minutes when the sun had completely gone into rest, and the tears pooling inside of them.

The drive back to the motel was tranquil after you had calmed yourself from your episode that you considered too human and insane, and you listened to Dean softly sing along to the radio while tapping out drumming patterns on the steering wheel. Calm and joy settled inside of you for one of the first times, making itself a home inside of the darkness of your head; you just hoped that they could survive in your mind that was trained in cruelty, but still submitting to the happiness that you were fighting an internal war for. You knew that it was worth it whenever Dean caught your eye with one of his stunning smiles stretched across his face, but you didn’t know how long you could live in secrecy without giving up your true identity straight to him, or accidentally.

This is what you were thinking about when you and Dean were curled up on the couch after the drive, watching some trashy television show that both of you weren’t even close to interested in. His arm was slung across the back of the couch, and even though you didn’t turn your head and continued to pretend to be oblivious, you could sense that he was moving closer to you. You just proceeded to take a chip from the bowl of potato chips that the two of you were sharing, the salt adding an almost painful tang to the taste that probably would have been somewhat bland without it.

“This is pretty boring, huh?” Dean asked, and you smirked teasingly at him.

“Did you just realize that?” you questioned in reply, poking fun at him. “Or have you been thinking about how great this dreary and uneventful storyline is?”

“There’s been a lot of things that I’ve been thinking about this show,” he returned. “But that is certainly not one of them.”

You put another chip in your mouth, chewing while covering it from sight. “So, what do you suppose that we–”

Abruptly, you started to choke when you stopped in your sentence to swallow, the salt burning your throat badly because of how long it was staying there. Once you had thankfully swallowed the remainder of the salty food that you would probably ever touch again, you were thrown into a coughing fit.

“Y/N! Here!”

Dean was shoving his glass bottle of beer at you frantically, but you waved it off and started running towards the fridge for some water; even though you strangely liked most food and beverages, beer was something that you could not acquire a taste for. It made you scrunch your nose every time it was brought out, and the older Winchester always teased you for that.

You opened the refrigerator door and grabbed the first bottle of water that you saw, thinking of nothing besides the fire in your throat while quickly unscrewing the cap. Sirens went off in your head a millisecond before the water hit your tongue, which wasn’t enough to stop yourself from drinking it; you screamed when an even worse pain filled you, and the bottle of holy water fell from your hands. You were focused on nothing but your anguish for several seconds, but then came to your senses when you remembered that Dean was still there with you. Finally looking up, you saw shock and fury invade his expression, heart sinking when you could practically see your own onyx eyes in the reflection of his; fright spread through you when you saw Ruby’s knife in his hand, and wobbly stepped back.

“Dean, I can explain–”

“Explain what?!” he roared, taking a threatening step towards you. “How long have you been inside Y/N?!”

“Dean please!” you cried desperately. “I’m Y/N! Yes, I’m a demon, but I’m also who you’ve been getting to know all this time!”

His eyes grew wide in realization at the truth ringing in your words, but then his mouth contorted into a full grimace of disgust, and it made you want to smoke out then and there.

“…No wonder you didn’t want to say anything about yourself,” he said bitterly, but there was something conflicting in his voice. “You know how I feel about demons!”

“I know that you hate them, Dean! Don’t you think that that’s been killing me inside?!” Tears were starting up in your eyes for the second time that night, but you didn’t care and let them fall to the wooden floorboards beneath your feet; humanity, Dean in particular, had definitely made you go beyond soft. “I didn’t mean for this to happen! I didn’t mean to get this close to you!”

“And exactly how long did you think you could keep this little facade up?!” he growled, moving closer towards you.

“I honestly don’t know,” Your voice was a broken whisper, but sudden determination filled you. You bravely strode towards him, and forced his wrist so that the tip of the blade was just at the brink of digging into the flesh that covered your heart. “Do it, Dean.”

He was caught off guard by your sudden gesture, jaw dropped. “Wh-What?”

Damn it!” you yelled, yanking him closer. “Just kill me already! I don’t want to live knowing that you think of me as another one of the parasites that you hunt on a daily basis!”

Dean was still for a few moments, and your breath then caught in your throat when he suddenly backed you up into the cracked plaster wall, now desperately aware of the blade at your heart. You allowed yourself one last look into his eyes that had been a source of hope for you for so long before squeezing your own shut, waiting for the pain and to see yourself flash orange in the mirror of his gaze before everything was engulfed in darkness. They flew open again, though, when you heard the sharp noise of the dagger hitting the floor, and realized that the Winchester’s face was right in front of yours. His fingers drew a path from your temple and down the side of your face, and you almost leaned into his touch before you became aware that he was leaning towards you. At this, you were out of his hold in a quick moment; this pained you, for you wanted nothing more than to be in his embrace.

“What are you doing?!” you shrieked in disbelief, taking another glance at the knife on the ground.

“What do you think I’m doing, Y/N?” he asked in despair, and your face fell in your hands.

“I’m what you call vermin, Dean,” you spat out, the words giving you more pain that being stabbed with the blade would have. “You know better. You should be loathing me, just like you had been two minutes earlier!”

“I can’t,” he murmured, taking a step towards you. “I can’t loathe you. There’s an exception to everything, and you’re one of them.”

He took your hands from your face, and gently lifted up your chin so that you would look up at him. You could see his intentions in his expression, but refused to escape him now; your heart was pounding in your chest as you spoke.

“You can’t do this,” you told him only half-heartedly, still not moving away. “My lips are poison. There’s still traces of hellfire within me. If you do this, you’re damned, Winchester.”

“Y/N,” he responded with a chuckle, moving his face closer to yours. “I’ve been damned for a long time.”

You gasped when he pressed his mouth to yours, sealing both of your fates, and instantly allowed yourself to be wrapped up in him. For once, you actually enjoyed the taste of beer as he kissed you passionately, and used the collar of his jacket to pull him closer to you as his fingers tangled in your hair. There was still salt on his lips, but you didn’t mind the burn at all when his teeth grazed your bottom lip and and made you genuinely smile. When you broke apart, the both of you were breathless; Dean traced your cheekbone with his thumb, and his voice was more gravelly than usual thanks to the wild kiss.

“Well, it’s just a highway down from here,” he whispered, chuckling before putting his lips on yours once more. “Might as well enjoy the ride.”

10 Things To Make Parenting Stress-Free

Lists are all the rage, especially when they contain useful information. And parents don’t have time to slog through a long post. They need a quick read with good advice. So, I’ve compiled a simple list of things parents can employ to remove stress from their day.

  1. Scotch
  2. Tequila
  3. Rum
  4. Vodka
  5. Red Wine
  6. White Wine
  7. Whiskey
  8. Blended Scotch Whiskey
  9. Gin
  10. More Scotch

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Drinkin' With She-Hulk: The Double Black Jack

On her first “date” with the Thing, She-Hulk orders a “double Black Jack on the rocks — hold the rocks!” The whole story is about Jen making Ben uncomfortable with her confident, hard-charging ways, so naturally I had to know: What is She-Hulk drinking?

After much (MUCH) Googling, I can find several possibilities but no definite authoritative answer. The double Black Jack on the rocks seems to have been relatively popular in the ‘80s — characters on the hit TV show Miami Vice often ordered it, and Michael Douglas orders it in the infamous Basic Instinct (1991).

So here are the possibilities:

  • A double shot of Jack Daniels and nothing else (hence, “black” like coffee).
  • A mixture of Jack Daniels and Johnny Walker Black.
  • A mixture of Jack Daniels and Yukon Jack (a Canadian whiskey blended with honey).
  • The classic “Blackjack” cocktail, served as a double: a mixture of whiskey (or bourbon or brandy), cold coffee (or coffee liqueur), Kirsch (or orange liqueur), and lemon juice.

All of these seem like pretty good possibilities for She-Hulk’s poison of choice in the early '80s. Either she was drinking straight whiskey (and a lot of it), or whiskey mixed with coffee and citrus, which is a nice blend of her adrenaline-seeking qualities.

Previously: Drinkin’ With Wonder Woman: The Blue Moon Cocktail of the 1940s.

[Image from Marvel Two-in-One #88 (1982) script by David Anthony Kraft, art by Alan Kupperberg & Chic Stone]

Scene I’d like to see:

Fitz and Skye sat up against the wall, staring at the large object, a box of noodles passing between them.

Skye reached for the nearby bottle of whiskey, and after taking a swig, handed it to Fitz.

“We can still figure this out, Fitz,” she said, wincing slightly at the blend of whiskey and soy sauce in her mouth.

Fitz looked over at her. His eyes, which had been red from crying for so long, now looked empty, defeated. “It’s been three weeks,” he mumbled, looking back to the stone. “Three weeks and we haven’t figured out a damn thing.”

“I know,” Skye continued, “but we’re making headway on contacting Lady Sif. Our Asgardian allies must know something about this…” Her words trailed off as she noticed something strange happening with the stone.

They were used to seeing the stone turn to liquid, but this time it looked as if something, or someone, was mixed up in it.

“Did you—“ Fitz said, standing to his feet.

“Yes,” Skye finished, also standing and walking closer to the box. She didn’t quite know what she was seeing, but before anything fully registered, the contents of the box expanded, quickly filling up the space until there was nowhere else to go.

The box shattered, and Fitz and Skye ducked as black goo splashed all around them, hitting the walls and floors, then, miraculously, evaporating.

The only evidence left of the event was a figure standing where the stone once stood, covered in a strange, dark liquid and holding a sword.

“Wha—“ Fitz started, eyeing the figure as his mouth fell open.

“J-Jemma?” Skye asked, as the women with the sword turned to face them. Jemma Simmons was back. “What is that all over you?”

Jemma exhaled sharply, as if she had been running a marathon. “It’s blood,” she said, flicking her sword to remove any excess liquid. “Kree blood.”

Perfectly Imperfect

Request: @subtle-minds Can you please do a Dean x Reader inwhich he’s known her for years, they are really close (sexually and emotionally)when they’re in the same town, but don’t really interact other than that… (rest of request spoils the oneshot!)

@spnfanficpond

Summary: You stumble upon Sam and Dean during a hunt, you and Dean still in an on/off relationship, with some shocking news.

A/N: ayoo I’m back guys! ahh idk what to say for this there’s not much I want to say right here…i hope you guys enjoy! xx, jess

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