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Discover the secret to Old Dominick's award-winning success in the bourbon whiskey world! 🥇 From meticulous aging processes to a rich tapestry of heritage and craftsmanship, find out how this spirit has captivated the South and clinched the South's Best Spirits Award. Dive into the full story of creativity, determination, and a sip of history. Cheers to exploring the brilliance of bourbon whiskey! 🥃 #BourbonWhiskeyBrilliance
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Glendronach Cask Strength Batch 12
ABV 58.2%
Age NAS
Bottler OB
Bottling Cask Strength Batch 12
Cost £75
Origin Glendronach Distillery
Region Highland, Scotland
Released 2023
What they say
The GlenDronach Distillery, hidden in the fertile landscape of the Valley of Forgue, deep in the east Highlandhills, has honoured centuries of craft in its latest Single Malt release. The GlenDronach Cask Strength Batch 12boasts…
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#58.2% ABV#84 points#£75#Batch 12#Bottled 2023#Cask Strength#Glendronach#Glendronach distillery#Highland#NAS#Scotch#Single malt#Whisky
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Review #774: As we get it Islay (CS)
More important to me than guessing the originating distillery (though young Laphroaig came to mind as nosing) is that for a quite affordable price here’s a fine showcase of Islay character at cask strength. This can definitely compete with a number of core distillery bottlings (often bottled at much lower ABV) in the price range.
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Cask(et) Strength
An AI-penned script about hipsters getting murdered in a beer cellar.
#bad idea#movie pitch#pitch and moan#beer#beer cellar#brewery#cask strength#casket#ai#artificial intelligence#wga#wga west#wga strike#wga strike 2023#writers strike 2023#writers strike#horror#horror movie#hipster#beer nerd
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Review #2: Alberta Premium Cask Strength
In the previous review we looked at the base Alberta Premium offering from Alberta Distillers (ADL). Some years ago quite a splash was created when ADL released a cask strength bottling under the Alberta Premium brand: simply named, it is Alberta Premium Cask Strength. Here was a cask strength Canadian whisky, a thing unheard of, and at an affordable price too! It’s been a reliable yearly release ever since. Sure, we haven’t a clue of what sort of age we’re dealing with here, nor of the exact quantity of rye (though the website says it’s one hundred per cent); and yes, it’s almost certainly had colour added. But surely these issues of presentation can be overlooked if the quality is there. So, is the quality there? Let’s find out by looking at the 2021 release.
Alberta Premium Cask Strength
Alberta Distillers
Alberta Rye
Age: NAS
ABV: 63.7%
Price paid (MLCC): $67.19
Reviewed: 2023-02-23
Colour: Copper
Nose: Hit of astringent oak, wintergreen, and nectarine. Lavender appears, followed by sweet vanilla, rich caramel. Black cherry and orange peel. Orange pekoe (weakly steeped). Rye spice grows in prominence as time goes on, coming to dominate.
Palate: Flamed orange peel and lemon pepper. Hint of black cherry, followed by baking spices and wintergreen; some toffee. Pear candies and licorice root.
Finish: Oak spice with orange zest. Rye spice. Pear fades out.
This is a showcase of what Canadian rye can be at its best. It’s a full-throated, no holds barred mix of herbal and spicy rye, but one that has room for fruity and floral elements. At least at first it does; as the volume of liquid diminishes in the glass, the spice takes over, overshadowing those other notes. There’s one simple reason why I’ve had this bottle open for more than a year: I’m just not always in the mood for such a withering ABV.
Score: 4 out of 5
Worse in Brand: Alberta Premium
This is one of those bottles where we can readily see the effects of inflation (and perhaps a fair dose of simple greed) on the whisky market. The 2022 release, a single year apart, will cost you $85.11 here – just about eighteen dollars more than what I picked up this one for. Nevertheless, if the yearly releases can maintain their quality, this is worthy of a restock.
Scoring Guide
1 out of 5: Terrible; no redeeming qualities, just say no.
2 out of 5: Poor; possesses qualities that detract, fodder for mixers.
3 out of 5: Mediocre; middle-of-the-road whisky, sippable but perhaps better in a cocktail.
4 out of 5: Good; a solid pour, enjoyable neat and outstanding in a cocktail.
5 out of 5: Superb; continues to surprise and delight, something to cherish.
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Label art for Rabbit Hole's Single Barrel Cask Strength release for The Bourbon & Beyond music festival in Louisville Kentucky. It features the founder Kaveh and Bourbon & Beyond founder Danny Wimmer. Only 3 barrels of bottles have this art. It was available at the festival and at select retailers in Kentucky.
#bourbon & beyond#bourbon and beyond#rabbit hole#rabbit hole bourbon#vintage van#van life#illustration#artists on tumblr#fyiart#bourbon#packaging illustration#packaging design#surfing#single barrel#cask strength
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383. Adelphi Glenrothes 13 y.o. sherry #10236
Då jag provade en Glenrothes igår fortsätter jag med samma destilleri idag. Detta är ett sample jag fått till mig av en god vän.
Doften är väldigt lätt med inslag av russin, nougat och lite karamell. Här finns lite senare en tydlig doft av alkohol, vilket inte är så konstigt då den har en ABV på 59,8%.
Smaken är lite av en besvikelse till en början då alkoholen verkligen tar över, men ju längre…
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Embark on a sensory journey with Shankar Distillers and their commitment to crafting exceptional cask strength whiskeys. Explore the rich heritage of American whiskey-making while experiencing the intensity and complexity of barrel-proof spirits.
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GSN Review: The Glendronach Cask Strength Batch 11
GSN Review: The Glendronach Cask Strength Batch 11
The GlenDronach Distillery recently announced the eleventh release of its highly anticipated Cask Strength Highland Single Malt Scotch Whisky. The GlenDronach Cask Strength is a richly sherried Highland Single Malt Scotch Whisky, matured slowly in fine Pedro Ximénez and Oloroso sherry casks bottled at the whisky’s natural cask strength, as was the custom before the turn of the 20th century.
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Dive into the heart of Ireland with our latest review on The Irishman Cask Strength (2023 Vintage)! 🍀 Uncover the symphony of flavors hidden in this exceptional whiskey and discover why it's a must-have in your collection. Raise your glasses to craftsmanship and tradition without compromise. Savor the richness of Irish whiskey like never before. #IrishWhiskey #CaskStrength #WhiskeyLovers
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you don't need other boys when you have him, your daddy’s best friend. he’s everything you’d ever need and more, better than all the boys—he’s a man. a good man. these are the words he croons into your ear every time he sneaks into your room late at night, slipping an arm around your waist and his cock in your eagerly waiting cunt.
it all started when you had a fight with your dad. even though your dad was hosting his own birthday party, you sulked all night. your dad didn’t try to hide his own snide comments, so why should you? you didn’t greet guests nor help out, instead choosing to use your phone, drink as much booze as you could and retire to your bedroom early.
as you lay in bed, you could still hear the reverberations of music and the boisterous laugh of middle aged men and women alike. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow, trying to drown out the noise. so when he knocked on your door, opened it when you didn’t answer, and walked in, you jumped when the weight shifted on your bed as he sat down.
“i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says kindly, lending you a smile, “you just seemed… off, today. i wanted to check in on you.”
you sit up. this man was your dad’s best friend of years. not having any kids of his own, he spoilt you rotten. he bought you all the toys and pretty dresses that your dad refused to, arguing that they were too expensive before throwing money at gambling or whatever new woman walked into his life. as you grew up, you couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for him. when you sat still and pretty during dinners and parties, nodding along like a good girl your father demanded you be, your eyes always fell on him. his charming disposition, the way he chided your father like no one else could, and the way he’d always put food on your plate first, giving you a wink as you said thank you wordlessly.
of course, when your friends would talk about dilfs, your mind would never go to your father, the deadbeat dad who provided nothing for you. instead, you would always think about him. his salt and pepper hair that he ran his calloused hands through, smile lines set on his face more defined than any wrinkles, his toned body that you would dream about, touch yourself to every night. you were suddenly conscious that you weren’t wearing a bra. nor shorts.
“i’m fine.” you pull your blanket up to cover your chest. maybe it was the six pack of beer or the cask strength whiskey, but your head was pounding, and your heart was racing. he put a large hand on your thigh. your blanket hid your bare skin from his, but his gentle touch already sent heat pooling in your lower body.
“i’m sorry about your dad,” he says, “he’s an idiot.” he rubs your thigh reassuringly, perhaps innocently unaware of what he’s doing to you, “he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. much less his perfect daughter.”
you flush. was he really saying this? he continues, “i’ve tried to tell him so many times, y’know? how amazing you are, so filial, better than so many other daughters this day and age. he keeps blaming it on your mum leaving but god, that shouldn’t be a fucking excuse.”
he’s working himself up, you can tell as his brow furrows, his arms tense. it feels good to be validated, especially when your father was so unmoving. you place a hand on his toned arm, “i’m fine, but thanks.”
“but you shouldn’t be fine!” he stands up, pacing. you internally bemoan the loss of contact, “if i was your dad, i’d never treat you this way,” he sits back down softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “if you were mine, i’d take care of you.”
his flushed face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath and see the heat in his gaze, almost blazing. he cups your face gently, eyes studying your face before falling back to your eyes, “you’re perfect, so beautiful.” you hold his gaze, you don’t know where this is going but you don’t want this moment to end.
the moment ends when you both hear your father yell and a beer bottle break. he must have lost in a game of poker. before you can react, your father’s best friend shoots up, “i’m sorry,” he trudges towards your bedroom door, “i shouldn’t have come up.”
his hand is already on your door handle and your mouth acts before your brain can stop it, “no.” he turns to look at you.
your pull the blanket off, revealing your bare legs, nipples perky against your thin shirt, “stay.”
his breath hitches, and you can see his pants tightening. he can’t peel his eyes away from you but he manages to mutter, “it’s wrong.”
you turn your body to his, spreading your legs and placing your feet on the bed, exposing your core to him.
“please.”
whatever self control he had left seems to have evaporated at the pleading sound of your voice as he clicks your door lock into place and races over to your bed, forcing you to lie flat as he climbs on top of you, slotting himself between your spread legs, trapping you under him.
“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press featherlight kisses on your neck, “so beautiful.” you gasp as a hand grips your waist, running down the side of your figure.
“but this is wrong…” he tries to pull away but you stop him. “i don’t care.” you yank him by the front of his shirt, pulling all his weight on top of you as you press your lips together, running your hands down his broad back. he takes a second to react but follows your lead, he nips at your bottom lip and as you moan, he slips his tongue into your mouth.
he breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to pull off his shirt, revealing his defined abs. you let yourself feel him, reveling in the feeling. he leans back down, gaze never leaving yours but just as your lips are are about to meet, he stops. you can’t help but whine, though the sound is replaced by a gasp as a calloused hand cups you through your panties.
“you’re already soaked,” he laughs, “good girl.”
embarrassed but so unbelievably desperate, you let out a sigh, “only for you, daddy.”
he scoffs, “i know.” he pulls your panties aside, revealing your puffy pussy, “this isn’t the first time i’ve come up to your room.” he spreads you with his fingers, and you shut your eyes in anticipation, “i tried to find you last week to say goodbye but your walls are really thin. i heard you call out my name.”
the last time he was over, he must have come from the gym as his damp hair along with the tightest compression shirt you’d ever seen was enough for you to squeak out a tiny “excuse me”, before running to your room before you creamed yourself right there at the dinner table.
he slips two fingers into your greedy cunt, snapping you back to reality. he moves slowly, but his long, slender digits worked their magic, loosening you up while hitting at that spongy spot inside you. his thumb finds your clit and moves in small circles, causing your brain to short circuit. he hadn’t done much but the pleasure is insurmountable, the whole situation overwhelms you, and you find your core tightening, close. “cum for me,” he kisses down your neck, sucking near your collarbone. at his okay, you chase your release, writhing under him as his fingers continue working.
“so good for daddy,” he kisses you as you pant softly.
he slips his fingers out of your cunt and display them to you, slick and dripping. “messy girl.” you squirm as he spreads his fingers, showing off your viscous juices. he maintains eye contact with you as he takes his own digits in his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you.
"sweet, just like you." he proclaims, booping your nose with the same finger that was just in his mouth seconds earlier. “can you take more?”
you nod. he grins, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. he sits up, one hand caressing your face and the other unbuckling his belt. he pulls it off in a swift motion, but before he can begin unbuttoning his pants, you move your hand to do so. "allow me," you smile up at him, puppy eyes glinting.
"someone's excited." he laughs, moving his hand to allow you to work on his buttons. his other hand, still on your face, makes its way down slowly, before his grip finally rests on your neck.
you unbutton his jeans and are faced with his grey underwear, straining from his bulge. “keep going,” he nudges you with his free hand. you pull at his waistband, allowing his cock to spring free. it’s thick, veiny, and big, bigger than any of the other boys’ you’d ever been with. tentatively, you wrap a hand around his length, causing him to hiss softly. your thumb doesn’t meet your fingers, so as you start pumping him slowly, up and down, you have to use two hands to grip him tight.
“god, you’re amazing,” he says with a sigh, giving your neck a gentle squeeze, gazing at you like you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever crossed his sight. when you meet his eyes you can’t help but look away. still, you manage a whisper, “i- i want you.”
“say that again?” he asks, distracted by your hands working to unravel him. you flush.
“i want you…” you meet his eyes, “…in me.”
he barks out a laugh, spurred on by your boldness, “anything for you.”
he moves to stand up, shrugging off his bottoms. he moves to your bedside table and rummages around, looking for something. “any condoms?”
you shake your head. “i must have ran out. are you clean?”
he laughs. “considering you’re the first person i’ve fucked in a few years, i’d hope so.”
“good,” you hide a cheeky smile, before giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “because i really, really want daddy to give me his babies.”
with a raise of an eyebrow, he accepts the challenge. he always loves you best when you’re confident. makes him want to ruin you. he climbs back over you, spreading your thighs apart and aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping cunt.
he looks at you for your approval, and at your nod, he pushes his tip in. you gasp at the stretch, his thick cock opening you up like a present. you wanted him, no, needed him to fill you up, to make you feel so, so full.
you rut into him and he gets the hint, pushing himself deeper into you. it starts to feel painful, and you clench around him, trying to seek some relief. your fluttering walls make him feel so good, too good. he could feel himself coming close. “don’t do that!” he warns, but it comes out more as a moan.
you disobey, of course, and squeeze tighter. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him in deeper, causing you both to breathe in a sharp intakes of breath. any pain had evaporated into the pooling warmth in your stomach.
both of you stay in that position for a while, eyes locked. “fuck it,” he growls under his breath, grabbing onto your waist and pulling your body away from his, before snapping it back. he’s thrusting in, and pulling you off, all while his curved cock continues to hit that sweet, sweet spot that makes you see stars. you almost fall limp, but wanting to prove yourself, you start fucking yourself on his cock, lifting your hips and trying to move yourself to ease his load.
“such a good, a good girl. my good girl. my girl. my girl. mine.” he chants it like a mantra, each syllable a beat he moved along to as he fucked you silly. “who owns you?”
“you, daddy!”
he places a hand on your bare stomach and squeezes. following the curve of your body, he finds your breast. he takes your whole boob in his big hand, squeezing it so tightly it hurt. he moves to play with your nipples, rolling it around between calloused fingers, pebbling it. you moan and arch your back, allowing him to sink deeper into you.
“what a good girl you are, huh? fucking yourself on his cock. my pretty, pliant girl. ‘m gonna fill you up with my babies. wanna see your cute little stomach swell.” he lifts one of your legs, tucking it over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper than you thought he could. you’re squirming, trying to keep up with his relentless pounding but god it’s too much. his hand wanders your body, gripping at your tender flesh. he wants to feel you, every part of you.
just the thought makes the pooling heat in your stomach come to a boil, your toes curling, you cry out, “i’m gonna cum!” he continues fucking you, his stamina never letting up, “cum for me, my pretty girl, i’m close too.”
the pleasure is building to a climax and as he places a hand on your neck and squeezes, you feel your high washing over you, cunt convulsing over his cock. his grip doesn’t release, and black spots start to cover your vision, making you let out a shaky moan.
as he looks down at you, back arching and falling while he fucked you through your orgasm, the obscene sight of your precious body squirming under him is what takes him over the edge. he’s cumming into you, warm jets of white shooting straight into your cunt. his head empty other than his relentless thoughts, “mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”
you both reach that peak together, gripping onto each other for dear life. when you’re all done, he presses a deep kiss on your lips and slips his softening cock out of you, rolling to lie by your side. still, greedily, he pushes his cum back into you, “take it all.”
he opens up and lets you roll into his arms. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and smooths out your tangled hair. you both lie there in comfortable silence, your eyes falling shut and his focused on you. soon, your breathing became even. when you fall asleep, he rolls himself out of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form, so peaceful and worry-free. he wants you to look like that always. slowly, he gets himself dressed to rejoin your dad’s party downstairs. tucking you in, he presses one final kiss on your head and whispers,
“good girl.”
GETO SUGURU, gojo satoru, zhongli, hajime iwaizumi, NANAMI KENTO, tetsuro kuroo, aki hayakawa
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okay since they said that the san diego show is gonna be the only one Not recorded, i'll do my best to summarize the show for y'all!!!
-glenn's dad fact: the glenn close trio instagram (? i think?) is full of pictures of glenn standing next to a picture of the real glenn close
-darryl's dad fact: he and carol go to san diego very frequently because darryl likes the breweries and carol likes surfing! they have not "had sex" there once, but they HAVE made love (statements that made me cringe out loud)
-henry's dad fact: he and mercedes make a fake san diego burrito for themselves and the twins. it sounds awful.
-ron's dad fact: he thinks san diego is a type of eggo waffle
-the prompt that we rolled was called DADDY BABIES. the plotline? the dads (and paeden) went to the dimensional witch tilt toblerona to ask her to give them the strength of their youth back so they could find their kids. instead, tilt turned them into babies.
-the dads still have all of their memories of who they are as people and they can talk to themselves and to paeden (tilt does not understand them though, tilt only hears baby noises) but physically Being a baby affects their mental state just a bit
-ron wanted to stay a baby forever. henry tried to explain the concept of ageplay to him, darryl got confused thinking that ron just wanted to HAVE a baby like with samantha, henry had to explain fetishes
-during the baby section, henry is the most "adult" and ends up having to corral the others. darryl is a close second, but glenn and ron both Suffer Immensely
-while tilt is making. applesauce? the babies scheme on how to escape, involving an elaborate scheme in which henry uses mold earth on playdoh to make fake versions of themselves blue in the face and choking in a plastic bag and ron throwing his voice to sound like a baby crying. beth made the worst fake crying noise ever but then also gave us an INSANE dolphin noise when anthony called her out on it
-(also the dads had to roll object permanence to see if they thought tilt was gone forever when she was out of their line of sight. glenn failed this check very badly. darryl even played peekaboo with him to demonstrate object permanence and it failed. anthony made a horrible horrible joke that glenn's not a bad parent he just has bad object permanence even when it comes to nick)
-somehow this works? they trap tilt toblerona (glenn using illusory mind prison to make tilt think SHES the one choking on a plastic bag, henry casting stone wall on her to build a lego wall around her and effectively cask of amontillado-ing her) and then wander around the house looking for a way out.
-they realize they need tilt's key to escape, but first they watch an episode of bluey! henry is the only one who saved on a roll to Not be sucked into watching bluey and ends up unplugging the TV and going on a tangent about how screentime is bad
-(which is really fucking funny because he very explicitly says "lark and sparrow are well behaved because we set boundaries and have them play outside instead of using screens" and we all know how lark and sparrow are like. not???? not well behaved. henry im so sorry to break this to you but they are not well behaved-)
-anyways they get back to tilt, find and steal her key, and then open the door, promptly getting sucked through dimensions
-(darryl thinks for a second that he's in the rapture and tries to baptize himself in case his baby form isn't baptized. henry tries to help but goes on another tangent and they miss the opportunity)
-when they awaken, they find themselves now as teenagers in a classroom! and they see a GOTH PUNK SEEKER OF DARKNESS (phrases that made the entire crowd erupt in screaming, myself included)
-this time, darryl is the most stable of the dads! glenn coming in second, and then ron and henry were both. very teenager.
-darryl immediately offers to play ball with link. link is interested but ultimately gets shot down by tilt, who explains that they are in interdimensional detention forever
-glenn and taylor immediately bond over how cool they are
-scary asks ron if she can copy his math homework because he seems smart with a tie. ron agrees to let her but is very nervous about it (we later find out this is because he is not very good at math)
-teenage henry is a fucking delight yall. he sits there staring out the window at the trees and writing poetry (with long hair! long hair teenage hen is real!!!) about the trees and enjoying nature
-scary has to roll not to fall in love with him the second she finds out that he writes poetry (she fails)
-normal tries to bond with his grandfather. henry brushes him off entirely. its heartbreaking and also hilariously funny
-normal goes fucking apeshit yall. he gets so fed up of henry ignoring him and the others not talking to him and being trapped in this small room that he takes a crossbow and threatens tilt with it. she calls his bluff and he SHOOTS HER?
-at least, he tries. she catches the bolt and then tells him that if he's serious he needs to actually stab the bolt into her heart himself. he does. he's unhinged.
-tilt tries to explain her entire sob story backstory. darryl interrupts to boo her and call her a loser.
-glenn and taylor throw a desk out of the window to break it open. going out the window Will Kill You.
-ron paints the window like a slip and slide to try and trick tilt into going into it. it doesn't work. however two guards come in and it DOES work on one of the guards
-the other guard eventually gets physically thrown out of the window by taylor, who proudly declares that this will not affect him at all
-henry goes to talk to scary. scary gets excited, but then henry just asks if she thinks that teen darryl would go out with henry because even though he's "not henry's type", something about him is captivating. scary is heartbroken.
-darryl overhears this and rejects henry on the basis of him still dating carol! but offers to set henry up with carol's friends.
-glenn and taylor use awful fireworks to blind tilt, the other guard (that taylor kills), and normal since he was in range.
-scary tries to be bitter and calls henry out for being blind, but henry wasn't hit with the spell and immediately says some fakedeep shit about seeing more than most people do. it is insanely funny i cannot stress how funny teenage henry is
-link is now convinced that public schools were a mistake and he needs to leave Right Now. he rolls a nat 20 on taking the key, but uses it for himself to fucking dip. he just ditches them. he bolts for it. normal even tries to give him a high five and link completely goes NOPE.
-when nobody else has another form of escape, henry takes out his sketchbook? that apparently he always has as a teen? and uses summon creature to draw a boar and bring it to life. the boar smashes through the door and now they are saved!
-it is here that it is revealed this was all a dream but specifically a dream set pre-canon. darryl makes a comment about link being a narc. glenn tells taylor to never change because he's perfect exactly the way he is. scary tells ron that he sucks at math (and ron is very confused about scary's existence he doesn't know who she is).
-HENRY. tells normal to be the best version of himself. AND TO HELP HIM WITH THAT. he draws. TEENY. TO GIVE TO NORMAL AND INSPIRE HIM TO BE HIS BEST SELF. and that is how normal came up with teeny the teen as the mascot of teen high
-it was such a fun show, i'm so glad i got to attend! shame that it isn't being recorded
#dndads#kasey rambles#the henry and normal thing had me losing my fucking shit btw#cal and i were literally going insane#im STILL going insane#i hope this is coherent
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FAVORITE DRINKS OF THE VAULT HUNTERS
ROLAND doesn't drink much, but he'll drink a beer of some sort on rare occasions
MORDECAI canonically doesn't drink anymore as far as I remember, but he also canonically loved Rakk Ale. I'd say that and probably either whiskey or tequila.
BRICK also doesn't drink very often. He CAN drink, yes, but he likes to be in control. Likes the occasional beverage, like Roland, on special occasions. Likes sweet drinks.
LILITH also loves sweet drinks. Absolutely a fan of cosmopolitans.
AXTON likes to drink. A lot. Absolutely can't handle more than a few, but this man will drink anything. Prefers hard seltzer though.
MAYA is a Moscow Mule enthusiast when she does have a drink. Somehow always has a lime on her.
SALVADOR is, like Axton, a drinker at parties. Loves beer and tequila. Very picky about selection.
ZER0 doesn't drink. Sometimes they'll pour a beer out onto their helmet. *disclaimer I saw this concept in one of @sufroyo 's posts and inspired me to make this list lmao*
GAIGE canonically loves margaritas (and also can't handle them ily baby)
KRIEG doesn't drink a lot, but when he does, he's right alongside Axton and Sal. Likes Maya's mules and beer.
ATHENA tends to avoid drinking to keep her mind sharp, but when she's home with Janey? Wine girl. Just a glass. Or two. She's tired, guys...
CL4P-TP is a fiend when it comes to alcohol. Not because he's ever tasted it--because if he even gets a splash of alcohol on him, he acts drunk. Naturally, this gets on EVERYONE'S nerves.
WILHELM is a simple man. Beer.
NISHA is heavy into those "cask strength" bourbons. She likes her bourbon.
TIMOTHY is also a wine man. He's definitely tried other drinks but he absolutely cannot stand being drunk (metaphorically and literally).
AURELIA is, to no one's surprise, an absolute snob when it comes to alcohol. Expensive wine, expensive whiskey, sneers at people who don't spend three digits minimum. What is wrong with you girl
FL4K doesn't drink. Sometimes they'll be nice and feed their pets extra treats and that's their reward. (Has also poured a beer onto their face before.)
MOZE is a vodka lady. Also loves Moscow Mules for some reason who knows why right no correlation there...
ZANE is canonically drunk like, at LEAST 50% of the time. My man will drink anything but I'm getting big beer and whiskey vibes.
AMARA loves her gin. Usually mixes it in drinks, but sometimes she'll just knock it back.
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Dating the Goddess of Thunder
Fem!Thor x Reader Headcanons
You were part of a special task force working for Shield sent to investigate the appearance of an Einstein-Rosen bridge in New Mexico.
You stumbled on a woman, she spoke of Heimdall and Odin like they were family to her. You, not wanting Shield to get their hands on her, offered her shelter at your New Mexico apartment.
Thora, her name as she later told you, became indebted to you. It was through you that she learned lessons on humility and understanding. It gave her the strength to lift Mjolnir again.
Honestly, you didn't see that last part coming. Especially with how good she looked in her Asgardian suit of armor.
Now you're a part of the support team for the Avengers. Each of them give Thora a hard time for always wanting to be wrapped around you. Something about how you got her whipped.
She drowns you in kisses. Thora loves sitting in your lap while you type away at a mission debriefing.
"Baby I have to fill out your debriefing" you groan.
"This is not the debriefing I want" she purrs in your ear in her Asgardian accent.
She's like a golden retriever: friendly, loyal and always wanting to be close to you. She loves hugging you as tight as she can.
Loki, ever the jokester, can't help but smile when he sees his older sister go from fierce warrior to lovestruck lady in a blink of an eye. He'll give you the thumbs up.
Thora's favorite date is a coffee date. It was the first drink she had when she arrived on Earth...it was also the first coffee mug that she shattered after throwing it on the ground "Another!!!" she shouted.
You're the more domestic out of the two of you. She loves the thrill of the battle and then coming home to the smells of a pot roast stew and a cask of ale. The two of you will cuddle after dinner and watch a few episodes or movies together.
Thora loves it when you work the braids out of her hair, to feel your hands in her hair and then the soft comb that you'll use on her hair afterwards helps lull her to sleep.
Most often than not, Thora is the big spoon. She loves wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close like a teddy bear. But then there are times when she needs to feel your arms around her. She'll snuggle into your chest and stare at you with those eyes of hers.
When the Snap happened, Thora panicked that you were dusted. She couldn't stop kissing you when she found you after the Battle of Wakanda, safe and alive but a little bruised.
During the five year gap, you and Thora helped settle the people of Asgard into the New Asgard territory. It was during this time also that Thora gave birth to your little daughter, Frigga Thorasdottir. Of course, she was named after Thora and Loki's mother.
You swear sometimes you can hear Loki's faint laugh when you see Thora playing with little Frigga. Apparently even the god of mischief can't help but smile from wherever he is.
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382. Glenrothes 2013 bottled by Selected Malts
Igår fick jag förmånen att delta på och hålla i, en whiskyprovning här i Varberg då en kollega frågade om jag ville vara med. Temat vi tänkte ut var whisky med tillbehör och det verkade ha gått hem. Jag tackar mina whiskyvänner Dennis Steckel, Tommy Isaksson och de på Spirit of Hven för inspiration och smakkombinationer.
Då jag hade en flaska av nämnda sort hemma och kände att det alltid är…
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