#demon drink

[willstafford]

Demon Drink

“Aintcha comin’, Miss Louanne?”  Freddy’s freckled face looked up expectantly at the saloon owner.  “There’s a nitinerant preacher man in the town square, cookin’ up a storm!  Just about everybody’s there.” Miss Louanne looked around the empty barroom.  So, that’s where everyone was! “Run along, Freddy,” she sighed.  “I won’t be far behind.” “Swell!” Freddy enthused.  He ran out of the…

[bruciemilf]

I think it’d be so funny if Bruce just refuses to disclose the existence of Robin to the league. He knows it’d take less than a minute for them to form a wicked mock club against him.

Except he just? Carries Robin around. Under that endless void that is his cape. Clark pinches the stress point between his brows. “Batman, is that a child under your cape?”

“No.”

“Bruce I can HEAR his heartbeat.”

“I think the long exposure to kryptonite partially damaged your brain. There is no child here, Clark.”

“He’s literally drinking Barry’s coffee right now.”

“He’s WHAT-“

[thecrankyprofessor]

The Demon Drink Project! I have to go look.

When my maternal grandmother visited beer went to the basement fridge. She once loudly disapproved of me ordering root beer (I think I was 8-10).

Here's just a few of the early 20th-century temperance illustrations available in the University of Central Lancashire's Demon Drink Project on JSTOR.

The collection features more than 100 of these freely accessible images, including, yes, the whole alphabet (they kind of cheat on the letter X, but who are we to judge?).

[suslucicek]

[itsmeimcathy]

i'm sorry what?????? 😭😭😭 and this under a drama titled "The DEMON HUNTER'S romance" like???? why are you even here???

[boykingscourt]

supernatural writers after season 5

[shushmal]

The latest Family Video customer is barely through the door before Eddie explodes, "Ugh, Tyler."

Beside him, Steve scoffs in agreement, nose wrinkled with distaste. He's so hot. "Yeah, exactly, uugh."

"That should be his middle name. Ugh," Robin chimes in. Eddie's so glad they're in agreement about the bleach-spiked punk guy that graduated three years ago but is still bumming around Hawkins. "Steve, I can't believe you dated that guy."

Seriously, Tyler is the worst— Wait, what—?

"Wait," Eddie says, gaping at Robin. "What?"

"You could barely call it dating," Steve huffs.

"You were together for a month and a half," Robin says. She's got this evil grin on her face and is pointedly not looking at Eddie who is very desperate for Robin to look at him right now, please. "You drove that bum to Indy every weekend. He broke up with you on Valentine's day."

Eddie's weak "Tyler? Tyler Teaks?" gets completely ignored.

"I—" Steve says with haughty emphasis. "—broke up with him on Valentine's day. Don't get it twisted, Buckley."

Robin snorts and finally glances at Eddie. "Steve only broke up with him because the guy blew him off. On Valentine's Day. Which is basically getting broken up with," she tells him, and ignores it when Eddie whimpers at her.

"Yeah, but I'm the one to ended it!" Steve insits.

Eddie, finally, finds his voice, and says, "Tyler Teaks?! Harrington!"

"Ugh," Steve says, slumping against the counter. "I know." He cuts a glare over at Eddie after a moment. "I blame you for this."

"Me?!" Eddie shrieks, incredulous. He's pretty sure he's stepped into another parallel world. Perpendicular world? A world where Steve apparently dates guys—and guys like Tyler Teaks, no less. Eddie's sure he's gone completely batshit insane. "What the hell did I do?!"

Steve stands, cocking his hip the side, and looks down his handsome nose at Eddie. "You wouldn't be my New Year's kiss at Tina's party," he says. "So I had to settle for Tyler Teaks instead."

"What the fuck?" Eddie says, completely lost. "What—? You—? Tina—? KISS—?!"

Beside them, Robin is grinning, laughing, eyes going back and forth between them, munching on a stolen back of skittles—her own personal dramedy on stage before her.

"Yep," Steve says, popping the P. He looks distinctly bitter. "Pulled my best moves on you, and you turned me down."

"Steve," Eddie breathes. He reaches out, places both hands on Steve's shoulders, intent. The eye contact he forces Steve into is desperate. "I don't even remember getting to Tina's New Year's Party." He takes a deep breath. "I woke up in her mom's pantry the next morning with no shoes and no memory of how I got there."

Finally, Steve cracks, a big smile stretching his face. Robin cackles. "Yeah, I kind of figured as much," Steve sighs, wistful now. "You told me, and I quote, 'Steve Harrington, you are very beautiful and I want to have a summer wedding because you'd look beautiful-er with sunflowers'—"

"Don't forget the 'you look so hot in that sweater' part."

"—'But actually, I am a very straight man. So very super straight.' And then you crouched down on the floor and crawled away." Steve is biting his lip now to keep from laughing. Robin is not so nice. "Like I couldn't see you, and the handkerchief flagging in your pocket."

"Oh my god."

"Don't worry, it was really cute," Steve says, grinning. "But, I still needed a New Year's kiss, and unfortunately for everyone involved, Tyler was my only willing choice."

"Oh my god."

"Totally duped me though, he was super sweet the entire night," Steve sighs. His mouth is twisted into genuine regret now. "Plus, the next week, you acted like you'd never spoken to me before, so—"

"OH MY GOD."

Steve and Robin give him twin grimaces. Robin's is a lot more sympathetic. Steve's is confused. "Listen, man," Steve tries to soothe. "I'm sure that's pretty embarrassing, but it was a cute story! No hard feelings, I promise."

Robin's sympathetic grimace deepens.

"No," Eddie says, standing up straight. "I refuse. There is no way I turned down Steve Harrington for a New Year's kiss. There is no way."

"Wait—"

"Eddie, where—"

Eddie marches for the door, digging his keys out of his pockets. "Good-bye friends, I must go see a supergirl about time travel."

[cozycottagevibes]

Wen Ruohan: *winning the Sunshot Campaign*

Wei Wuxian, a coreless 17 year old with a death wish, a stick, and a magical hunk of iron: *kicks door open*

Wei Wuxian: *chugs margarita* 'Sup bitch, guess who's sonless.

[mokimo-art]

"come on yokaydachi one more bottle wont hurt"

[benevolenterrancy]

who would win in an alcohol drinking competition? MaoMao, Wei Wuxian or Shi Qingxuan

Since WWX and SQX have special abilities (golden core,god hood, demonic cultivation,) they're all in their weakest state (wwx post golden core transfer and post-canon SQX)

This is also so Jinshi, He Xuans and Lan Wangjis pockets don't run empty from supplying the alcohol.

Hmm, I think it would go Maomao > Wei Wuxian > Shi Qingxuan u.u

(my argument being that SQX's entire bit in the Four Great Tales is that he was frequently drunk as a Middle Court Official. He has a decent tolerance but in this contest he gets drunk under the table first and is honestly having a great time with it. Wei Wuxian has an excellent tolerance, but Maomao considers it professional pride to be immune to poisons so she wins! Nothing stands in her way re: poisons!)

As for paying, I actually think Jinshi and Lan Wangji would be like... weirdly intense about being the one to pay. He Xuan does not suffer from that same affliction

[reunitedinterlude]

countdown to phil’s 38th bday - a year in review [12/30]

keep or yeet (fashion edition)

[allastoredeer]

Ya'll want to know the funniest shit?

I'm researching the era when Alastor was alive right now to get a better idea of both his character, the life he lived before Hell, and to hash out a backstory for him.

And so, apparently, Alastor lived through the Prohibition (which was basically the United States government illegalizing the manufacture, transportation, and sale of alcohol because they thought it was the cause of a lot of domestic violence and child abandonment).

Alastor canonically died in 1933.

Do you know how long the Prohibition lasted?

From 1920-1933.

ALASTOR LITERALLY DIED THE SAME YEAR ALCOHOL BECAME LEGAL AGAIN. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW BITTER HE MUST'VE BEEN?

The Prohibition officially ended on December 5, 1933, and now my headcanon is that Alastor died December 6, 1933. Literally the day after he could legally drink all the booze he wanted.

I am learning a LOT about New Orleans and the era Alastor lived through (including the gay community in the city at the time) which has been a lot of fun, and I just wanted to share that tidbit because it is so fucking funny to me.

[enilious]

Ford: “I’m curious, if you can shapeshift,can you also turn into a human?”

Bill: “oh you doubt me, sixer? I can be anything you imagine! Watch and learn!”

[lalalalalalakakakak]

Desperate times require desperate solutions

When the internet at the V-Tower doesn't work and Vox needs to do the UNTHINKABLE (going outside)

[sketchbot9000]

Excessive drinking during work hours, although normally frowned upon, is actually very good at enabling the "20 hour office superday", and is therefore tolerated up until it effects the workers ability to perform their mandated tasks.

-Demonic HR handbook, pg 423

[ima-super-natural]

Castiel telling Dean "it's not really him in there" while Sam is screaming for help in the panic room after drinking demon blood again in my bloody valentine is crazy cause like yes it is.