Rusty Nail’s Recipies

Dear Drinkers,

I’ve heard many of you talk about your love for a Rusty classic that he’s brought to and shared at many a con. And I was lucky enough that he gave me the recipe for it in a stream. I think now is a good time to share this simple and sweet recipe in his honor. I’ve preserved the language he used while still trying to mimic the style from his blog. Let’s all pour one out for a really phenomenal, funny, creative, influential, amiable, beloved member of our community. 

Ladies and gentlemen,

It’s Honey Vanilla Infused Vodka


  1. 1 750ml bottle of 80 proof Smirnoff
  2. 1 12oz jar of honey. Like the squeezy honey bear from the grocery store.
  3. 1 Actual Fucking Vanilla Bean

Special Equipment:


Making Honey Vanilla Infused Vodka:

  1. Open bottle of Vodka and take a little swig
  2. Squeeze entire bear into bottle
  3. Place a knife about a quarter inch from the tip of the bean, and slit that sucker from bottom to top. Quarter inch stays connected at the bottom. Quarter inch stays connected at the top.
  4. Put bean into bottle.
  5. Screw cap back on bottle.
  6. Shake that motherfucker like you’re trying to become the next goddamned vine meme for about 5 to 10 minutes.
  7. Put it in the fridge for a month. Shake it once a day for about a minute.

You’ve just made Honey Vanilla Infused Vodka!

Cheers, Rusty! We love you, man. You were taken from us too soon, but few people can say they’ve had as much of an impact as they did while alive as you did. And I think that’s worthy of celebration! Raise a glass!

Shhh, don't worry || Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: It’d be so lovely if you could do a Newt x depressed reader who’s having a crisis and he comforts her


Your head was in your hands as you were sitting in the corner of your room, trying to stop the shaking of your shoulders. All you could think was thoughts of how you were inadequate, never good enough.. you just hoped that this feeling would pass, but it felt as though it would never end. You let out a particularly loud sob, covering your mouth right afterwards to try and stop from attracting attention. However it was too late, you ears picked up the distant sound of footsteps, so you curled up even more, not wanting to draw too much attention to your shaking form.
“Y/N? Y/N where are you? I heard something… are you ok?” You heard Newt’s voice, making you look up slightly, your face red from your crying. That slight movement made Newt look over to your direction and he hurried over to you.
“Oh Y/N… what happened?” He said softly, pulling you gently into his arms.
All you could do at the moment was lay almost motionless in his arms, doing your best not to start crying again as he rubbed your back lightly.
“I… I mean.. w-why am I… why am I never g-good enough?” You asked in a broken voice before you started to cry into his chest.
“Shhhh Y/N, you are good enough, in fact I like to think that you are the very best.” He whispered to you, making your sobs stop for just a moment to look up at him.
“D-do you really mean it?… you’re not just s-saying that..” your eyes were filled with tears as you asked that, waiting for his answer.
“Love, I would only say that if it were true.. I
l-love you Y/N.. you are the best to me… now shhhh, don’t worry, it’s all going to be ok, I’m going to stay right here until you are feeling better… although I think we should move to the bed, would be more comfy, don’t you think?” He let out a soft chuckle, smiling softly down at you.
At the moment your face was bright red, looking up at him.. before you flung your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
“Thank you… I-i love you too… and gosh… just t-thank you so m-much Newt..and yes I think it would be more comfy” you mumbled out against his shirt.
“Thank goodness you do, and let’s walk over to the bed then love, you must be tired after all that.” Newt kept you wrapped in his arms as he led you over to the bed, keeping you close.
“I’m never leaving you, and you will always be good enough for me.”

psa;; please, for the love of god, don’t try to force someone to write with you. it’s uncomfortable enough to have to politely decline the first time; don’t make them more uncomfortable by pestering them. some people have anxiety issues, or feel the need to please everyone. don’t guilt trip them. don’t pressure them. and please don’t be rude if they tell you no. they didn’t owe you a response, but they took the time to write one anyway. accept it graciously. thank them for their time and move on. respect their wishes. be a considerate human being. 


This is what I do, remember? When you came to me, you gave me a job. A purpose. At first, well, I had been trying to save the world for so long, I–saving one life at a time seemed a bit anticlimactic. 

But then I realized… sometimes one life… If it’s the right life… That’s enough.

I had to draw this because I fucking love this series and there can never be enough fanart for it.

This cartoon contained so many things I always wanted to see but never got before. Seriously, only death will make me stop hoping for a third season for this.

five times. [johanbeck]

A/N: In the wake of such a sad couple of days, I thought I’d try and throw a little love out into the world, you know? 

Sometimes a human being just knows something, even when there’s no supporting logic or physical evidence or reason whatsoever.

No one can quite explain it, but there are moments when something just clicks: the mud clears up, everything makes sense, and feeling turns into knowing.

There were five times when they knew.

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“To be perfectly honest, we just like being dickheads.” said Geraldine Crawford, nominated spokesgull for the bird community, today. “And there’s fuck all you can do about it. We’ll continue to hunt your delicious chips inside those wonderfully peckable polystyrene containers and shit on you all from a great height. Even the scientists. And we’ll laugh as we do so, because we’ve evolved to be what’s called apex dickheads.”

“CAW CAW CAW CAAAAWWWW.” she added, shitting on something.