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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!


The Tuilagi brothers talking about their sister Julie and how fa'afafines are seen by the Samoan culture.

(The audio was screwed up; from the point Manu said “our sister" onward, there was loud humming and I could hear almost nothing… I had to go by guessing and lip-reading, so the text might be a little off. I think that is the essence of what they were saying, though.)

I’ll Be Good - Part 8

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 7  -  Part 9

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – You’ve pushed Bucky too far during training and he confronts you about it.

Warnings: Swearing – you should know this by now. A lil bit of lovin? Idk that’s a stretch, a big one. It’s real tame. But I’ll say it for any young mushrooms that might be following this story.

Word Count: 1528

Author’s Note: Ok my loves, hopefully you will feel a LITTLE bit better after this one than you did after 7. Maybe? You might not… Also my Russian is so rusty it’s like all rust. It’s like when you find a bucket of rusty old nails in your grandpa’s garage, and you dump them out and there’s little bits of crumbling rusty who-knows-what at the bottom? Yah that’s my memory of Russian. So if I have any fluent readers out there, please bear with me and feel free to message me corrections on this or at any point in the future!

Originally posted by sassyelf-mage

Bucky was gripping your elbow tightly; he had caught you by surprise and whipped you around to face him. He was looming over you dark and intense.

“What the hell was that?” he demanded, hardly containing his rage.

You glanced deliberately down at the metal fingers’ bruising force at your elbow and he seemed to realize then how tightly he was holding you. His grip loosened somewhat. Still reeling from the force of your misjudgment, you were unsure how to proceed. You look up at him, your eyes darting back and forth between his searching for the right answer. What does he want to hear? Your heart was racing in your ears, but you couldn’t tell him that you’d pushed him because you were afraid to let him help you. So you sighed, shifting to look up at him with tired eyes.

“Look. We agreed that while I’m here I’ll bring my field perspective to training and that’s what I did.” You shrugged, as if he should know this already. “If you think I wouldn’t use everything I know about you to knock you off balance, then you’ve been on team goodie-two-shoes for far too long.” He was still holding on to your arm, but it wasn’t a painful grip, and the anger was just a dull simmer in his stormy blue eyes. You were amazed to find that his expression was softening. You’d pushed him – hard – but he was still here, still listening, so you kept talking.

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spacepiehoe  asked:

Ask cal if there any useful parts on the golem. It won't need them anyway.

{[Loot]: [Junk Golem]}

Now that it isn’t trying to kill you, Cal has enough time to unscrew the control panel on the Golem
It seems like they find something.

{Cal got: [Rusty Navigation Computer]}

{Repair the Airship}

  1. [0]: Fix the 3 holes in the balloon.
  2. [0]: Find New propeller.
  3. [0]: Find New Spark Plug
  4. [X]: Find New Navigation Computer
  5. [X]: Reattach Thruster
  6. [0]: Find Fuel Source.

Another part found, you and Cal are that much closer to fixing your airship!
Maybe you won’t have to go through so much trouble to find the next part. 
It looks like you got what you needed from the Junkyard.


What Should We Do Now?

Places I wish I was right now:
  • In a squishy armchair in an old cottage, reading a book with a cup of tea in front of a crackling fire, a cat softly purring beside me
  • Walking on a heather moor in a light rain
  • Cuddled up in bed at night with a good book and a hot chocolate, the curtain is open slightly and I can see a heavy snow falling, everything is beautifully silent
  • On a cliff top looking over a tumultuous sea while the wind roars and the waves crash on the rocks below
  • Sat in the window of an old fisherman’s cottage in Cornwall, watching the lights on the harbour dancing in the dark sea
  • Floating in a luxuriously warm pool, walls covered with mosaics and beautiful scents of jasmine and lilacs filling the air
  • Walking through an old sunlit deciduous forest, moss carpeting the floor and tiny white windflowers and harebells fluttering in a warm breeze
  • Meandering through an old walled garden, turning over a stone and finding an old, rusty key and eventually stumbling upon the ancient door to which is belongs
  • Sitting in a secluded alcove in an old library, the air smells like old parchment, the only sounds are the occasional footsteps of a librarian, the turning of pages and the rain rattling on the windowpane outside
  • Walking through a snow-covered village at sundown, snow is falling softly and warm, inviting light is spilling out of the windows of the cottages
  • On the bough of a tall-ship, the sea and sky are stunning blue, I can hear the creaking of the rigging, the calls of seabirds and the splashing of the waves on the prow, a salty sea breeze ruffles my hair as I stare out at the never ending horizon 
  • Walking hand-in-hand with my partner down a country lane on a chilly autumn day, leaves crunch underfoot and the smell of woodsmoke is in the air
  • Coming inside after having a snowball fight to be greeted with mugs of spiced hot chocolate and hot buttered crumpets 
  • At a huge bonfire on Bonfire Night, the air is chilly but the fire is hot on my face and sparks fly off into the darkness
  • Sitting in a cosy cafe in October, watching the rain fall and leaves whirl outside the windows as I sip a pumpkin spice latte and read my favourite book

Lincoln-Zephyr by Paul Malon
Via Flickr:
Cawston, BC.

hello there! if this isn’t too much to ask, i could use your help, lovely readers. in the interest of continuing my policy of being transparent with everyone, i haven’t written any fic in…weeks, pretty much, and i’m finding it a bit difficult to get back into writing. the response to the last chapter of dandelion & burdock in particular was astounding, and i’m just getting back to responding to reviews now and am in awe of all the thoughtful things everyone had to say about it!!

however, things have been a lil quiet around here, and i know it’s because you all are a patient bunch… but if you could possibly just like this post or send me a message to let me know that you’re still into dandelion & burdock (and if you’re feeling particularly adventurous you could even send in some theories or tell me why you’re into d&b), i would rly, rly appreciate it!!