In a blender combine ice cream,
ice, cake cake vodka, amaretto & cake mix. Blend until smooth and
well combined. Using a spoon or spatulas, stir in sprinkles. Pour shakes
into serving glasses, top with whipped cream and garnish with
Gryffindor: cocktails - fun, tasty. Gets you drunk fast but literally tastes like juice, meaning you usually drink far too much and end up forgetting how legs work by the end of the night.
Ravenclaw: red wine - rich and sweet. Gets you drunk in the classiest way possible. Doesn’t matter whether you’re just trying to spice up your Friday night reading session or whether you’re at a house party. #WineForAllTimes2017.
Slytherin: whiskey - bold, quick. Gets you SHITFACED after 20 minutes, often results in a few arguments but they all end in laughs (which is a big deal to you feisty lil beans)
Hufflepuff: vanilla vodka - strong, sweet. Gets you messed up in the best way possible, tastes like the “perfectly normal cakes” you eat in the common room. Except those “perfectly normal cakes” are not normal. Don’t tell Professor Sprout that you’re all alcoholics.
Teeny stoat skull! So cute :3
Hey all you new followers, if you see this. Since I posted markiplier fanart my blog kind of exploded and I wanted to let u people know I post and reblog a lot of osteology and Vulture culture stuff (dead animals tbh). If this is not for you, which I completely understand, don’t feel bad unfollowing bc I know it would make a lot of people feel uncomfortable. If you’re unsure I guess, check out my archives?? A lot of my blog is also aesthetic and art anyway soooo..
Stay fresh my dudes
Dean follows his nose to the kitchen. It’s unusual for anyone else to be cooking in the bunker, especially something so sweet. Maybe Eileen’s visiting and Sam forgot to tell us, he thinks.
He’s expecting Eileen, or maybe Jody, but instead he sees…Cas. Cas, surrounded by measuring cups, measuring spoons, mixing bowls, pots, whisks, mugs, sugar, cream…
Cas, so focused on the task at hand–whatever that may be–that he doesn’t notice Dean standing in the doorway. Dean leans against the doorframe, content to just watch, not willing yet to speak and break the spell.
Cas pours an amber colored concoction from a pot into a mug, then picks up a bowl and whisks the contents frantically, a look of deep concentration on his face. He stops, tastes what looks to be whipped cream, frowns, adds few drops of vanilla, and whisks at it again. After another taste he seems to be satisfied, and he adds a hefty dollop of the cream to the mug.
Overwhelmed by curiosity, Dean says, “Uh, what’re you up to, Cas?”
Startled, Cas jumps, then blushes. “I’m…making butterbeer.”
Dean can’t hold in his laugh. He snakes an arm around Cas and says, “You’ve been reading Harry Potter again.”
Cas nods. “Prisoner of Azkaban. Yesterday I read the part where they’re in the Three Broomsticks and Harry tries butterbeer for the first time. And I thought, ‘Hey, that sounds good. I wonder if I could figure out how to make some.’ I looked online, and it turns out I’m not the only one. Only there are so many recipes! So I picked out six. I’ve made five so far.” He gestures at the mugs. “I thought maybe we could try them all and see which one is best.”
Dean looks more closely at the mugs. Each has a card in front of it, labeled in Cas’s neat handwriting. At the words on one he raises an eyebrow. “This one’s a cocktail?”
Cas grins. “I figured you’d like that. It’s butterscotch schnapps, vanilla vodka, and cream soda, with butterscotch whipped cream on the top. Wanna try it?”
“Hell yeah!” says Dean. “But I want to try the rest of them, too. Can I help you make the last one?”
Cas pulls Dean into a kiss.
While Cas is distracted, Dean sticks his finger into the bowl of whipped cream to steal a taste.
((I don’t even know what to say here, if I’m completely honest. It might seem like a lot of rambling as I go forward. I haven’t really had a moment to take it all in yet. But death is a weird thing for me and it just hasn’t hit me fully until now. You can ask me on my mod blog about it.
@askrustynail is one hell of a guy. That must be said. It cannot go unsaid. Rusty is one of the very few that have been around as long as I have in this community. And he is without a doubt deserving of a place on the Mount Rushmore of Tumblrpon. Not only for his unique blog and his fun character, which is how we were introduced to him. But for his kindness, his brilliance, his giving spirit. That is what I and anyone who’s met him in person will take away from him.
I first met him at Trotcon 2013. It was where I got my first jar of honey vanilla vodka from him. It wouldn’t be the last jar I would get either. I will fully admit that it wasn’t my favorite drink. I did sample it from time to time, but I enjoyed sharing it with friends just as much. I took the jar I got at Bronycon ‘15 to an Illini tailgate and shared it with my college buddies there. Daniel said it was one of the best drinks he’s ever had in his life.
I still have the jar he gave me at Trotcon last year. I plan on sharing it with everyone when we get back together this year, in a toast and tribute to him.
Rusty is a genius at mixing drinks. He helped Wiggles and I out immensely during King Pirate Power Hour at Trotcon last year, serving as the unofficial bartender for the panel. He got me to sample a drink that was basically hot sauce with alcohol in it. It took me by surprise, but it was good. He made that panel a lot more fun.
Rusty is hilarious too, and is outstanding at dishing out puns. I know all you guys think I’m really good at it (for some reason), but Rusty was a pro at it. During Punanel last year with Sam, I invited Rusty to come on it. He stole the show for that hour and had people roaring with laughter.
Most of all, Rusty has a kind heart and spirit. He’s always willing to help people out. He’s always able to sense when people are in trouble or stressed and give them a calming presence. And you could talk to him about anything too. One of the last times we chatted in person, Rusty and I were talking about public radio and what I could try to do to get our station’s name out there more.
It’s going to suck to go to Trotcon or Bronycon this year, and not see him there. There’s going to be an empty feeling, and everyone is going to wish he was with us for one more round or one more conversation.
I know this is going to sound cliche, but we can’t take life for granted. Rusty is only one year older than me, and he’s not going to be with us anymore. That’s just not fair. He was taken too young from us. I know I’m going to try and make a better effort to reach out to friends old and new, because I wish I had chatted with him more outside of conventions. We should all strive to live life like he did.
And my heart goes out to @technomod. It’s not fair for Rusty and Tech didn’t get to live the rest of their lives together. We’re all thinking about you and want to help you in anyway possible.
So here’s to a last call with Rusty. I’ll miss you good sir. I’ll see you on the other side for drinks and arguments over football.))
“Harry!” Hermione ran up to Harry out of breath as if she’d been running for a while.
“What is it, ‘Mione?” Harry looked up from what he was working on to properly look at Hermione.
“Dean. Seamus. Neville. Ronald. Everyone. Interhouse unity. Party. You. Come.” She panted. “You’d think… after a war… I’d be better at running… up and down staircases… in search of my friends.”
Harry chuckled and gathered his stuff up before standing. “Why don’t you explain while we go to the tower to put my stuff up, yeah?”
“Ok, Harry.” As they started down the corridor Hermione continued to explain. “Dean, Blaise, Luna, and Hannah are doing a party to promote unity amongst the houses. We were hoping you’d come.”
Harry smiled at his friend before nodding. “Sure, could be nice to have something to get my mind off things. I’ll come.”
Harry and Hermione arrived at the Gryffindor tower for Harry to drop off his stuff. They then walked to the Room of Requirement for the party.
For quite some time the party was dreadfully boring, as the only house willing to go up to any other house, was Hufflepuff. The Slytherins were on one side, glaring at the Gryffindors, and vice versa. Not including, of course, Blaise, Dean, and -rather reluctantly- Seamus. As for the Ravenclaws, well they were smart enough not to get caught up in the middle of the two houses’ rivalry.
It stayed like that until Seamus pulled out a bottle of Fire Whiskey. “Well this is rather dull, so let’s all get pissed!” You could tell he’d already had quite a bit himself, as his words were slurred and he seemed to be swaying.
Harry brightened up and emerged from the corner he had been hiding in. “Do I see Fire Whiskey?
Draco looked up at the mention of Fire Whiskey, he had only just begun to listen. "Someone has alcohol? And they haven’t already handed me a bottle? That hardly seems fair, if I’m stuck here with you gits, the least you could do is make sure I don’t remember it in the morning.” He got up and walked over to Seamus.
Seamus pointed to a cupboard to his left. “Get whatever you’d like, Drakey-Poo. The room has a nice selection. But, if you’re looking to forget the night, allow me to fix you a drink of my own creation.” Seamus bowed dramatically before giggling, still swaying.
“Can someone take away his alcohol? I feel that he may accidentally poison someone.” Malfoy looked at Seamus (who was now holding onto Draco sobbing because “Draco, you don’t understand, his eyes are so pretty. I’d take him right there on that table I would.” They still don’t know whose eyes he was talking about, but decided to leave it alone) with disgust.
Dean picked up Seamus, who immediately wrapped himself around Dean and smiled up at him. “Alright, Seamus. I think you’ve had enough for now.”
Seamus giggled at him. “I like it when you talk. I like your voice.” He squinted his eyes before giggling again. “This is fun.”
“Gosh Seamus, you aren’t a lightweight, but you barely had any of this Fire Whiskey. What did you do when you went to get this?” Dean looked worriedly at the drunk boy in his arms.
“I found a liquor store.” He slurred.
“And I drank it.” He howled with laughter. When no one understood he looked around with a grin. “It’s a reference. A muggle show my dad used to watch with me. It’s about gay angels and hunters and way too much sexual tension. But there’s also demons.” He giggled and looked back up at Dean. “You have the same name as one of the main characters.”
Malfoy raised his eyebrow at the pair before grabbing a bottle of brandy. “This is mine now.”
Seamus looked around and saw a forgotten bar on the opposite side of the room, he gasped. “Dean! Look! A bar. Ooh and it’s fully stocked. Who wants to do rainbow shots with me?”
“No!” Everyone yelled at the same time.
“Aww fine.” He sat down in a corner and pouted, but ended up talking to a moth and a spider.
Dean chuckled at his drunken friend before drinking his glass of vanilla vodka.
Harry is quite the lightweight. After two glasses of Fire Whiskey and a beer, he was already swaying and slurring as he spoke.
Draco was able to hold up a little longer but was soon sitting next to Harry on the ground (they had both fallen and didn’t feel like getting up) and complaining that Harry’s tie wasn’t straight and demanding to fix it. After he was allowed to fix it he just sat there and poked Harry repeatedly for a while.
Ron did his best to stay as sober as possible, as he didn’t want to do anything he’d later regret. But soon he was laying on a coffee table and babbling on about the meaning of life.
Hermione got a bit tipsy, but she should be fine for tomorrow.
Soon everyone else was just as intoxicated as Seamus. “Ooh guys. You know what’d be fun? A nice game of Truth Or Dare.” Pansy giggled and took the empty bottle of Fire Whiskey that Harry was currently cuddling away from him. She opened a drawer and found exactly what she needed, after all it is the Room of Requirement. Veritaserum. “Everyone take a nice swig of this. Make sure you tell the truth if you get a truth. Right so who wants to go first?”
“I’ll have a go.” Blaise took the bottle and spun it after everyone was seated in a circle. It landed on Seamus. “Seamus, truth or dare?”
“If that person with the pretty eyes you were going on about earlier is in this room, go and sit in his lap for the rest of the game.” Blaise smirked as Seamus got up.
“Okie dokie.” He walked over and sat down in Dean’s lap, causing the boy to blush furiously.
“I knew it.” Ginny muttered under her breath, barely audible to those around her.
Seamus spun the bottle and it landed on Harry. “Hi Harry!”
Harry hiccuped. “Hi Seamus.”
“Right so, truth or dare?” Seamus smiled wildly.
“Truth.” Even drunk Harry didn’t trust drunk Seamus.
“Right, so. Um. Oh I’ve wanted to know this for a while. Are you gay?” Everyone was silent as they awaited Harry’s answer.
“Yes.” Harry put his hand over his mouth, eyes wide before muttering to himself “Damn veritaserum.”
Harry was the only one to hear Hermione whisper, “I knew it.”
Seamus grinned at him before making Dean scooch closer to Harry and putting his arms around the both of them. “Yay. We can be gay buddies, the three of us. Forget the golden trio, let’s be the rainbow trio!”
“Oi! Who ever said I was gay?” Dean complained.
Seamus turned to look at him and smiled drunkenly. “That blush on your face when I plopped down in your lap, love.” He bumped noses with Dean before turning back to Harry. “Spin that bottle!”
Harry spun the bottle and it landed on Neville. “So. Neville. Truth? Or dare.”
Neville looked up and grinned. “Eh why not? Dare.”
Harry hummed as he thought. “Oh I know. I dare you, to make me pancakes.”
Draco scoffed and poked the raven-haired boy’s cheek. “That was really lame, Potter. Why pancakes?”
Harry shrugged and poked the taller boy’s nose. “I like pancakes. Don’t worry though, I’ll share.”
“You’d better.” Draco growled at Harry.
The game went on like that, until finally it was Hermione’s turn. She spun the bottle and it landed on Draco. “Ooh ok. Draco, truth or dare?”
“Dare.” He grinned at her and she smirked.
“I know just what I’m gonna have you do.” She giggled and pointed at him. “I dare you, to have Harry sit in your lap for the remainder of the game.”
“Ok.” Draco shrugged and patted his lap, signaling the shorter boy to sit. “Come on Potter I don’t bite.”
Harry sat in Draco’s lap and as soon as he did, the silver haired Slytherin wrapped his arms around him. Harry yelped and turned his head to look up at Draco. “Malfoy, what are you doing?”
Draco rested his head on Harry’s shoulder and mumbled, “Making sure you don’t leave, of course.”
Harry smiled drunkenly and reached up to plant a kiss on the taller boy’s head. “I don’t plan on it, ferret.”
Draco looked up and grinned. He kissed Harry’s cheek. “Well that’s good, scarface.”
Harry leaned forward and kissed his nose. “Have a little more faith in me, you princely prat.”
Draco smirked and crashed his lips into Harry’s. “I shall certainly try my best, you charming Gryffindork.”
Hermione’s screams could be heard above all else. “Finally! My OTP got together! Pay up bitches!”
Okay so I work at a pretty big British pub chain (if you’re from the UK you’ll probably be able to guess where I mean)
So for context, there’s three bars over three floors in our particular pub and I was working on the ground floor. I’m serving a customer and a man starts to shout for me. I say “I’ll be right with you, I’m just serving someone else right now” I mean it’s pretty obvious I’m serving someone but whatever. Literally before the change hits the other customer starts screeching at me again.
“Yes sir how can I help you?” Baring in mind there are several people to be served before him???
“This drink is wrong it smells like caramel, smell it!! Taste it!!!”
“Sorry sir I can’t taste it because I’m working, but I agree it smells of caramel. What did you order?”
“I ordered vodka tonic!”
“We don’t serve caramel vodka, we serve vanilla?”
“Yes well I don’t want it, change it”
“What can I get you?”
“Absolut vodka like I bloody asked for!”
“Yes I heard that bit, but what with?”
“Absolut!” He’s getting really pissy by now and I’m getting annoyed too
“What mixer sir? You had a mixer with this drink, what was it?”
So I get him his replacement (while I’m doing that, the girl who served him originally tells me he actually ordered vanilla vodka, watched the order on the screen and said it was fine when she read it back to him??)
I give him it and then he kicks up a fuss about wanting slimline tonic.
“I wanted slimline!!!”
“Sir there are no bottles of slimline on this bar”
Obviously then he cuts me off and hits me with the “oh well you’d better go and search for one then shouldn’t you?”
IF HE HADN’T CUT ME OFF THATS WHAT I WOULD HAVE GONE AND DONE!!!
Why do people feel the need to be so aggressive? All he had to do was explain the drink was wrong without being a prick and I would have got him his drink without the resentment??