#honey the pappy

[vex-bittys]

A Tall horned being walks into the shop carrying two large chests that are decorated to look like a pirate chests. The being smiles at Vex and greets her kindly while explaining why they are here.

"I have gifts for the Fire-rings that joined in the spicy contest and some goodie bags for those who tried!"

*The tall-horned being gently places down the two large chests, one was filled with little plastic bags with different pastries. The other was filled with gifts for the Fire-rings to choose from.*

The large-horned being then sits down in between the chests to help hand out the gifts. They then remembered to quickly grab a few bags of pastries that they had set aside for Vex and her helpers.

"I hope you guys had fun trying out my family's dishes!*

-🌶

>Based on this post

*The goodie bags with pastries are passed out amongst the denizens of the shop, including to Vex and her assistants. Honey and Poff, the skelepuppers, wag their tails as they scurry away with their snacks. They're worried you brought more spicy food, and the spices make them sneeze. Vex, a total spice wimp, happens to love a good pastry, and she hangs around, watching the FireRings select their prizes.

*Once the FireRings have their gift bags, they happily surround the horned being to discuss spicy foods and recipes. They really enjoyed the dishes that were served. Even some Chains have slithered over to learn more about the flavors that were presented during the spicy food competition.

*It seems your family dishes were quite a hit with the spice-loving lamias of the shop!

*Maybe one of those glass vials is hot sauce?

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

I saw your post about Rafe and Reader on a family vacation, and I liked it! So could you maybe do another part to that, like maybe they are at the beach or shopping etc and Rafe and Reader are being really touchy etc?

thank youuuuuu

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Reqest: more rafe + family shenanigans

Warnings: Rafe being inappropriate, no smut,

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‘’There you are!’’ Wheezie exclaimed the moment you and Rafe strolled into the cabin, twenty-seven minutes behind the rest of the family. ‘’We’ve been back for almost half an hour. Where did you go?’’

‘’We got lost,’’ Rafe said coolly, taking a long sip from his water bottle, as if it was no big deal.

Beside her, Sarah wasn’t buying it. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, giving the two of you a pointed look. ‘’You got lost?’’ she repeated, her tone full of doubt.

You nodded, stepping in to back Rafe up. ‘’That’s on me. My lace came undone, and Rafe stopped and waited for me, but when we tried to catch up to you we took a wrong turn. Luckily we found our way back.’’ 

Rafe glanced at you, impressed by how you could lie on the spot so well. You even sprinkled some truth. You did take a wrong turn, but it wasn’t an accident. 

Being younger — and far more innocent — Wheezie was easier to fool with your lies. But Sarah wasn’t stupid, and neither was Ward, who was standing behind the kitchen counter and prepping for the barbecue tonight. He knew his son too well to be easily deceived. 

‘’Do you need help with the vegetable, Mr. Cameron?’’ you asked, your tone light and polite as you moved closer to the counter. It was an attempt to shift the conversation, redirect the attention away from your little detour.

Ward glanced up, giving you a small smile in thanks. ‘’Sure,’’ he said, stepping aside and gesturing toward the cutting board. ‘’You can chop these carrots and the bell peppers.” 

You slid into place, picking up the knife and getting started. 

‘’I’m gonna go shower,’’ Rafe declared. He came up to you and kissed the side of your face, his hand lingering on the small of your back. ‘’You’re welcome to join if you get bored with the carrots and bell peppers.’’ 

Sarah wrinkled her nose, having unfortunately heard. ‘’You’re disgusting.’’ 

He didn’t say anything, but you could feel his smirk behind you. 

‘’Rafe, come on. Wheezie’s here…’’ Ward reprimanded tiredly for the umpteenth time. 

Fortunately, the younger Cameron had her nose deep in her book and didn’t pay attention to what Rafe had said. 

You were good for Rafe, but your relationship was very physical. And with that came Rafe’s unfiltered mouth — much to his family’s dismay. They were happy for him, but they could do without the constant smacking and grabbing of your ass or any other non-PG display of affection.  

‘’What? I just want to save water, like you said we should. The planet and all,’’ he defended, playing the innocent card and talking out of his ass.

Unfortunately for him, Sarah didn’t buy it. Rafe never cared about the environment. 

‘’I’ve been doing good things to help lately. We even stopped using con—’’

‘’Rafe!’’ you cut before he could finish, your cheeks flaming up.

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[sean-gaffney]

What's Left of the Looney Tunes?

So you’re a Looney Tunes fan, and you’re waiting with baited breath (Greetings, Bait!) for the cartoon list for the next Collector’s Choice Blu-Ray.  And as you wait to see if they add that 1953 Friz Freleng or 1958 Robert McKimson cartoon, you must be thinking:  Surely they’ve released every single cartoon at SOME point since the 1980s, right?  Well, except for the really racist ones.  Right?

Nah.  There’s 129 Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies that have never been officially released, restored or unrestored, on home video at all.  And, to be honest, most of them are unlikely to be on the Collector’s Choice sets.  Let’s take a look at the last bastions against having all 1000 LT/MM cartoons available.

Bosko.  Now, there are a few Bosko cartoons available.  There’s 38 Bosko cartoons from 1930-1933, not counting the weird ones like the Talk-ink Kid pilot or whatever Bosko and Honey was.  Of those, 11 have been released officially.  This leaves 27 in limbo.  This is a shame, there are some really good Bosko cartoons.

Buddy.  Even worse, to be honest.  23 Buddy cartoons were made, 5 have had some official release.  That leaves 18.  Now, there’s a reason for that.  They’re awful.  (Also, two of those 18, Buddy of the Apes and Buddy in Africa, also fall under one of the later categories we’ll get to.)

Seven B&W Merrie Melodies.  Two of these, Hittin’ the Trail for Hallelujah Land and Goin’ to Heaven on a Mule, are basically banned for content.  Those Were Wonderful Days, Why Do I Dream Those Dreams, The Girl at the Ironing Board, The Miller’s Daughter, and Rhythm in the Bow, are simply not available, possibly as they’re dull.  However, they have been restored.  (As has HtTfHL.)

Seven B&W Looney Tunes.  Mostly the same as above.  The Daffy Duckaroo and Tokio Jokio are banned for content, though we may see Duckaroo someday (Native American caricatures have traditionally been less banned than Black and Asian caricatures).  Saps in Chaps also has some Native American gags, I think.  As for The Fire Alarm, Joe Glow the Firefly, Gopher Goofy and Nutty News, they’ve been restored but never released.

The rest of the “Censored 11”, of which Hittin’ the Trail for Hallelujah Land was the first.  As most cartoon fans know, this is not a catch all of all racist WB cartoons, it’s just the ones that were owned by Associated Artists productions.  So yeah, Sunday Go to Meetin’ Time, Clean Pastures, Uncle Tom’s Bungalow, Jungle Jitters, The Isle of Pingo Pongo, All This and Rabbit Stew (a Bugs Bunny cartoon), Coal Black and de Sebben Dwarfs, Tin Pan Alley Cats, Angel Puss and Goldilocks and the Jivin’ Bears.  They’ve all been restored.

The dog cartoons.  There are a bunch of one-shots that have no regular characters but all involve dogs, and (likely as they don’t have a “star” and aren’t really great) they’ve never come out.  Pappy’s Puppy, Mixed Master, A Waggily Tale, Dog Tales.  All but Pappy’s Puppy are restored.

Miscellaneous “banned for content” cartoons.  Which is Witch (a Bugs Bunny cartoon), Tom Tom Tomcat (a Tweety and Sylvester cartoon), and two REALLY late cartoons, Hocus Pocus Pow Wow and Injun Trouble.  None of these have been restored.

Random missing 50s stuff.  A Bone for a Bone (Goofy Gophers), Sock a Doodle Doo (Foghorn Leghorn), Easy Peckin’s, Quack Shot (Daffy Duck and Elmer Fudd), Trick or Tweet (Tweety).

60s stuff that’s still actually Warner Brothers.  There’s about 10 or 12 early 60s cartoons that just aren’t very good, and that’s why they’re not out.  They’ve all been restored except Unnatural History and What’s My Lion, which are two of the worst LT/MM shorts that ever came out – not for content, they’re simply pathetically unfunny.

All the post-64 stuff.  There’s a pile, I won’t break them down one by one.  Mostly Daffy/Speedy cartoons, the nadir of both characters.  A few of the Roadrunner cartoons that weren’t stuffed onto that one DVD a while back.  They’re here as no one wants to watch them.

The post-67 stuff, aka the nightmare years.  Cool Cat, Merlin the Magic Mouse, Bunny and Claude… those.  (Though actually, both Bunny and Claude shorts HAVE been released.)  They’re here for the same reason – unpopularity.

Note this doesn’t even get into the cartoons which were fine to release in the 1980s on VHS but *aren’t* fine to release now (all the Merrie Melodies that weren’t banned but have racial stereotypes, such as the Inki cartoons, a huge number of cowboy and Indian cartoons, and Bugs Bunny’s unfortunate wartime cartoon).  Or all the stuff that’s restored and out on Max, but has never hit a DVD or Blu-Ray (half of the 30s Merrie Melodies).  Or the stuff that’s unrestored, not on Max and has never hit a DVD or Blu-Ray (the other half of the 1930s Merrie Melodies).  Or Holiday for Drumsticks, what’s up with that?

In any case, when they announce the cartoons for the 4th set in a week or so, you can look at this list and see if it has any of those.

[sillysaurus]

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Caregiver Laughing Jack headcanons

Uses his body as a toy/jungle gym. He's so large and flexible. He can use his long arms to swing you around, lift u up in the air, etc. Gently of course!

He is very strong and loves to carry you around all the time and give you piggy back rides!

Will contort his body if you find it funny and not scary! He likes to relax in odd positions

Clown things! He's very playful, makes you balloon animals, puts face paint on you, juggles, etc.

Lets you help with his makeup! Black lipstick kisses <3

Loves to nuzzle you/your head, is very careful with his pointy nose!

Always has candy with him but makes sure you only eat a healthy amount and brush your teeth!

Cuts his nails often, wanting to keep them short for you but they grow back quickly

Old, old man… hundreds of years

Engages in british tea time culture, but has almost no concept of time, so he will randomly have tea time when he feels like it, which is often because he is always a bit cold and the tea warms him up. Adores playing tea party with you!

He loves clingy regressors, being clingy himself. (due to abandonment issues and just being alone for years)

He doesn't need to eat, so he had to learn to cook for you! likes tasting the food he makes you, its all new for him. Also loves feeding you!

Bird coded: Likes collecting, especially shiny things, and loves when you gift things to him. Will shake to dry off. Likes nesting, surrounding you with soft things and himself.

Petnames (anything sweet): sweetie, sweetheart, gum drop, luv, dear/dearest, darling, beloved, lovebird, duck/duckie, sugar/sugarpie, poppet, snookums, sweetums, sweetling, lad/laddie, lass/lassy, kiddo/kiddie, hun/honey, jellybean, gummy bear, muffin, cupcake, sweetpea, baby cakes, sugar plum

I think he's papa coded, or pops/poppy/pappy (i think mister could be good for him too)

Uses some old timey words/phrases: "tuckered out", calls eyes "peepers", calls hands "mitts", etc.

Loves singing to you! nursery rhymes especially

Lets you brush/style/play with his hair

i will continue to update this btw! if i think of anything else <3

[thatbanditqueen]

Louisiana Saturday Night, a new fic.....

I have been working on a new WIP set at the Louisiana Hayride from 1954 - 1956, and will probably post chapter one in the next few days. It starts in October 1954, when 19 year-old Elvis had never played outside the small clubs of Memphis, except for that once. At the Opry. And that didn't go too well.

Now he faces his biggest audience ever at the Lousiana Hay Ride: over three thousand people in-person (a thousand more than the Opry!) and millions over the radio. He has only recorded two singles, never been away from home much or gone beyond second base with a girl, and doesn't know much about life as a touring musician. But he's eager to learn and grab every opportunity he can with those long, inexperienced slender fingers.

This fic will have my usual blend of poorly executed dry humor, fluff, smut and angst.

please comment or reblog if you want to be tagged - here is a preview.

Here is a snippet from Chapter 1: Hot Wax

Approximately 9:15 p.m.

Saturday, October 16, 1954

The Municipal Auditorium in Shreveport, Louisiana

The first time she saw Elvis up close he was hunched over the sink tapping his fingers along the porcelain rim. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, he reminded Freddie of a bottle rocket about to blow. She smiled at the thought of him bursting through the ceiling like a comic book hero, his oversized sports coat trailing behind him like a long pink cape.

She wasn’t sure if he was recovering from his first set or talking himself into the second, but what she did know was that this kid was as green as they came. Horace had been reading Pappy the riot act yesterday when she walked by his office, yelling at him for booking “some hillbilly who just fell off the turnip truck, cuz Sam Philips brings you a bottle of Jack every time he comes through town.”  The audience out there had been so taken aback by his country bop they’d forgotten to clap, and she doubted Pappy would be allowed to invite him back.

As she watched the show up in the control booth, Freddie had wondered if Elvis’ performance had gone over better with the radio listeners who hadn’t had to watch his stilted, awkward movements on stage. There was a ragged emotional tenor to his voice, and now that she was standing right in front of him she had to admit he had a dark, sultry allure that was strikingly different from all these other boys doing their best Gene Autry impression.

But geez, now the poor kid began to mutter into his reflection and she hoped he wouldn’t cry. Freddie barely knew how to deal with the girls she found balling in the bathroom. 

“Um, hey there. You ok?”

Elvis jerked around and ran his hand through his sopping wet hair and straightened up, stiff like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“Most folks are nervous their first time. That’s a big crowd.”

“Don’t you worry about me, honey, I ain’t nervous.” He looked her over, a sneer forming at his mouth. “Didn’t you heard the man? I’m the hottest thing on wax. Mr. Logan just asked me to play a second set.”

“Oh - uh - well, I guess I was wrong.”

“MMhmmm. Just getting geared up to go back on stage.” He settled his hands at his waist and shot her a sulky fierce glower, then waggled his eyebrows in a challenge.

“Oh, well that's good. Maybe you can answer something for me then.”

“Anything baby.” 

He softened and bit his lip, giving her what she took to be his version of a come hither look. He looked like he was fighting back a sneeze and Freddie had to swallow her laughter. 

“Why are you in the Ladies’ Powder Room?”

Elvis paused and looked down for a beat as he shook his head and laughed.

She nodded toward the shelf of perfume bottles, powders and the basket of dainty pink sanitary napkin boxes with Kotex printed along the sides.

He let out a low whistle and rubbed his mouth.

“Man o man, I guess you got me, might be jus a lil nervous. I ‘spose I really weren’t watching were I was going, huh?”

Freddie couldn’t help the way she dumbly smiled back, noticing up close how long and thick his eyelashes were as he looked down at her through them. She suddenly had the urge to take his hand and lead him to the green room where she could make him a hot cup of tea and comfort him and give him all the advice she had from her four years of working at KWKH. But instead she took a deep breath and fidgeted with her cardigan.

“I won't tell anyone you were in here. It can be our secret."

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[blakelysco-pilot]

For the February prompt ²⁶⁾ warm july nights with Rosie and Jo, please?

Oh my goodness yes please! I so enjoyed writing this one! I really hope you enjoy it as well 🥰

February Prompts💌

26. Warm July Nights - Rosie & Jo

She had dreamt of this during the days of the war. While Rosie was an ocean away, and she remained home, it was one of the many hopes for the future that they had both shared. It had crossed her mind one afternoon while sitting on the front steps of her parents home with Pappy; watching the neighborhood children run through the open fire hydrant to stay cool, she had wished for the day that the person next to her would be her Robbie.

Now, sitting on the front steps of her home, Josephine watched as the neighborhood kids played in the street, the sun just below the horizon as the Brooklyn sky turned a brilliant shade of pink. With a smile, she lifted the glass of ice tea to her lips, just as the kids all turned to run down the block in tandem. Their shouting and excitement palpable, she felt her smile grow just at the sound of their cheers.

“Mister Rosenthal!”

“Heya boys! You behaving?”

“We’re playing stick ball!”

“Well, it’s getting dark okay, so be careful…”

“We will!”

The kids ran back down the street to where Jo could see them, and just in time for her to see Rosie approach their house.

“Well, if it isn’t Mister Rosenthal.” She grinned from her perch.

“Hey there honey pie.” He heaved a sigh, the weight of work seemingly disappearing into the warm July night. His suit jacket was draped over his arm, and the sleeves of his white button down were rolled to his elbows.

“Good day?”

“Long day.”

“Come sit,” she gently patted the space next to her, inviting him to take up his spot on the steps. “I’ll get you a drink.”

“No,” he grabbed at her wrist gently as she made to stand. “Don’t go inside just for me.”

“I’ve got the pitcher and an extra glass right here,” she gestured to the small table on their porch. “Was waiting for you.”

“You’re too good to me…”

“Well, I love you.” She turned to pour him a glass, quickly bringing it to him before sitting back down.

“I love you too…”

Taking a generous sip of his ice tea, Rosie deposited the glass next to him on the steps before letting his head drop to her shoulder. Together, they watched the kids abandon their rubber ball and stick in favor of chasing the fireflies. Their excitement each time they caught one seemed to fill the air, and Jo couldn’t help but give his hand a gentle squeeze as she remembered when they were just kids running in the street.

“Remember when we used to chase the fireflies?”

“How could I forget,” Rosie looked up at her. “Used to beg my Ma for a jar so we could keep them.”

“She would get so mad at you for poking holes in the tops.”

“They needed air!” He laughed.

“You’re so adorable,” Jo turned to him, lips finding his temple softly. “Don’t ever change.”

“Never. I promise.”

[targwh0re]

All this she didn’t take Moontea bc it might have been Laenor’s since they said they tried

Or she didn’t know

That’s all fine and dandy but…

Why’d you sleep with a white man…when your husband is black…

1 white baby could be excused (maybe even two but that’s pushing it) but three🤯

And you didn’t think no one would be talking shit?!?!??!??!!

I love our rightful queen Rhaenyra but that was the dumbest decision ever. And don’t come up in my comments talking about rhaenys being white or her dark hair in the book! George literally done said he could write a whole novella about Rhaenyra and Harwin, it’s confirmed okay that Harwin is the pappy. She could’ve still slept with Daddy Harwin, like honey I support and that was apart of the deal that y’all could sleep with whoever, my problem is that she could’ve taken the moontea to prevent any children of questionable parentage and then when she needed and heir I’m sure she could find someone more than willing to sleep with her who was a little more rich with melaninnn

Don’t get me wrong I love our Strong boys too but they caused a lot of problems for Rhaenyra and her ascension to the throne when they popped out all white and shit…

[winniemaywebber]

A Little Reassurance

an Olive x Dougie blurb.

“Hiya, doll.”

Olive stops stacking glasses and turns towards the voice. There stands handsome James Douglass, finally back in a clean uniform. Skin sunkissed, cheeks red and glowing from both the slight sunburn and the blush that forms over his face whenever he’s in Olive’s presence.

“Hi, honey,” she replies, leaning over the bar to kiss him. “Oh, you’re so cute. Sunburnt cheeks and all.”

He titters in response, his eyes nervously closing as his nose scrunches, that sweet smile still lingering. “I went to find you at the truck but Tattie said I might find you in here instead. Something about you needing to help in here for the day?” “Yeah,” she sighs, moving along the bar to polish the glasses that were left out to dry. “Poor Dennis caught the flu, so he’s laid up in the sick bay for the foreseeable.” “I didn’t realize it would be down to you girls to help, is all.” “Oh, I don’t know if it is. I mean, he gives most of us free booze a few nights a week, it’s the least I can do in return.” 

“Understood,” James nods, shifting from one foot to the other. He watches Olive as she polishes pint glasses one by one and precariously stacks them together, seemingly not having the same careful touch that Dennis does. One, then another smash on the floor with a clatter, the glass shards bursting all over the polished floor. 

“Well, shit,” Olive breathes, hands rubbing her temple. With a short exhale, she rushes to find a broom, only to have it taken off of her by Dougie. 

“Knew you’d find out my secret soon enough,” she laughs, crouching on the floor to retrieve the bigger pieces of glass. “I’m very clumsy.” “Hey, it’s okay. When we live together, I’ll help out. Lot less smashed glasses that way, I think.”

She stands, brow softly furrowed, questioning if she’d heard him correctly. “When we��when we what?”

“N-nothing,” he replies, shaking his head. She rests her hand on top of his to stop the broom moving, taking his chin so he’ll look her in the eye.

“Say that again.” “What again?” “What you just said.” “I said, when we live together–”

She silences him with a deep kiss, her fingers still gripping his chin. “I knew you’d said that. I just wanted to hear you say it again.” They get back to cleaning, a pinkness now about both of their cheeks. 

“Thank you for helping me,” she begins. “Hey,” her voice now a whisper. “Fancy a sneaky midday beer?” “I’d love to. But I’m working,” he winks, that twinkle appearing in his pretty blue eyes. “And so are you.” “Nobody would know!” she protests, holding a pint glass in front of him. 

“They would with you. One drink and you’re a giggly cute mess.” “I can’t help it if I’m a lightweight!” “Sometimes I think that’s how I got you to laugh at me so easily that first night we met. You had three Old Fashioneds in you by the time I whipped out the lighter joke.”

She cackles again, remembering the punchline and the flourished flick of the zippo in demonstration. “It was funny! You’re very funny.” “Yeah,” he sighs. “Sometimes I think that’s the only thing I’ve got going for me.” Olive stops, her eyes narrowing. “Are you looking for some reassurance?” “Y-yes,” he stutters out. 

Olive understands. She saw his face drop when she had touched Pappy on the arm, laughing at his silly jokes. He was a fun guy to be around, and they had clicked on some jovial level that Olive had never found before. They’d bonded over a common shared surname, Pappy Lewis now going around base, showing off that Olive was obviously his dear cousin once, twice, thrice removed. But it was the platonic arm touch that had irked James Douglass, a past hurt rearing its ugly head at a time where he should feel happiness.

“Okay,” she starts, leaning over the bar, her chin on her hand to look up at him. “It isn’t all you have going for you. You’re kind, you’re gentle, you’re sweet. You’re so very funny that I find myself laughing until I’m hoarse. You’re safe, warm, caring and soft. You’re everything a man should be, and boy,” she pauses, mockingly blowing upwards at her face. “What a man you are, James Douglass.”

“Thanks,” he says, practically swooning at Olive as she stares up at him through those long lashes. “I promise I won’t ask for that often.” “My darling,” she says, taking his hand. “You can ask for that as much as you like and I will always be prepared to answer and to soothe your worries, hm?” He nods, his eyes suddenly sad. “I don’t know the full story,” she carries on, “and maybe I never will. But know this: I will never do what she did. I will never be unfaithful, my eye will never wander. I’ll never not be your girl. You’ll always be the only guy for me.” He leans over to meet where she is, cupping her face so she is eye level with him and kisses her so tenderly that it takes her breath away. “Gosh, I love you, Ollie.” “I love you too, sugar. Now, how about that beer?”

[adleryoung]

The majority of you seem to believe that I sidestepped the issue, distracting Burnside by making her my official bodyguard and concubine … which of course is absolutely correct.

This is uncanny. I’m going to have to organize a task force to find out if someone else is publishing my life story without my permission. This has to be a violation of one of your convoluted lowfolk laws regarding trade-mark or copying rights, and I won’t stand for it. Meanwhile, let's continue the story.

Where was I? Oh yes:

…..

My mind raced, trying to think of some way to resolve this situation in a way that wouldn’t end with my entrails festooning the nearby trees. My Ixies were somewhere nearby, watching. Should I summon them? What exactly could they do if I did? And what were the odds that Burnside could gut me before they reached us?

I glanced at Burnside. She stared up at me expectantly, her ironclad grip not loosening for a moment. Obviously she was waiting for me to work my Wiles on her. Wait … WILES! That was the answer! I could use some of the more complicated Wiles to butter her up and steer her mind away from romantic topics.

“Congratulations!” I exclaimed.

"Huh?" she countered strategically.

"After spending so long guarding Rebecca and her various covens," I continued magnanimously, "the fact that you never abandoned your post while awaiting my return, and your mostly-loyal service in past years despite being originally an Antglade agent, it is clear to me that your services are invaluable. Therefore it is only fitting that, acting in my official capacity as High King and Emperor of Faerie, I reward you for your past dedication while simultaneously claiming your loyalty for future labors. As you know, I am married to a skunk of noble blood, but the union is far from a happy one. Therefore, it is only fitting that I exercise my royal prerogative to bestow upon you the combined office of Imperial Bodyguard and Personal Concubine."

Burnside loosened her grip and stared at me, spellbound.

"No foolin?" she asked.

"Elves do not lie, my dear," I chuckled regally as I wriggled out of her now-loosened grip. "It is clear to me that this is the only way forward. However, such responsibility does not come lightly. I must be able to rely on your absolute loyalty. All of my enemies will become your enemies, including the Duchess of Daisies. Can you commit to that?"

"Yer durn tootin!" she blurted almost immediately. "The Duchess plum forgot about me, I reckon. All these years an nary a word. Nobody come lookin' for me to see how I was doin, nor give me any orders nor collect my report. I don't owe the Duchess nothin. Her an me is quits, an I'm a hunnerd percent yo servant."

"Excellent," I beamed, not expecting her to agree quite so fast. I reached into my Elfintory and pulled out a bundle of twisted willow withies (from a point in my long, boring exile when I tried actually MAKING baskets instead of magickally apporting them.) Wielding this object as a scepter, I gently tapped once on each of Burnside’s shoulders. "By my authority as the official acting Emperor over all of Faerie, I dub thee Lady Burnside, my official bodyguard and concubine."

"Golly," Burnside gasped, and I hoped she might faint. "I'm a Lady!? I got me a boss who likes me enough not to send me away in disgust?!? I ain't just some filthy Antglade-trash no more?! My pappy said I’d never amount to nothin. Almost wish I hadn't kilt him, so's I could see his face now! This here means more to me than … than ANYTHANG, Adler honey. Sire. Yer Highness. Yer darlin Majesty."

This worked out even better than I thought it would. Excellent. I leaned back and silently congratulated myself as I began to wonder when Rebecca and the others would get back.

Burnside suddenly latched onto me again.

"You done made me a right happy critter," she purred around the knife clenched between her teeth. "I may not know much about fancy rituals for royalty, but I do know what a concubine does. Now that it's official, I reckon it’s high time I show you some grade-A Burnside lovin. I went easy on ya when we had venery before, but now … brace yerself for the full ride! Don’t worry bout shuckin yo clothes, they’ll take care o themselves."

“Dear merciful Fuma," I whimpered. "Please protect and preserve me this day, for lo, I walk through the valley of the shadow of AAAAGHH!!"

[nade2308]

GIFS AND EDITS MASTERLIST POST

It was about time to do this for my newest posts because I cannot track all of my previous edits and gifs (there are many). Here I will post the links to all them as they go up.

If anyone wants to chance the tumblr search feature for all my previous posts, you can try searching for my gifs/edits using the words "my gif", "my gifs" or "my edit".

I'll group them by movie, tv show, and/or any significance the gifs/edits might have like cinematic parallels, some sort of a gif theme, etc.

Special thanks to @thethistlegirl and @malewifebillcage for giving me most of these ideas.

Top Gun/Top Gun Maverick

Boys staring at each other in the classroom

Canon bi Mav gifset

Walking the wire gifset

Ice and Mav volleyball gif

Whatever it takes gifset: Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

The Oscar gifs

Top Gun Maverick: Mav gifset

"I love you will still sound the same" by Oh Honey: Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Bonus gif

Icemav hug edit

Ice and Sli hug gif

Mav and Sli hug gif

Sad boy in the bathroom gifset: Part 1 || Part 2

Fond looks™ gifset (TG '86)

Mav and Wolfman and Hollywood hugs gifs

Mav's gorgeous eyes ("Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day)

Mission Impossible

Ethan in Ghost Protocol ("Eight" by Sleeping at Last)

Achtung gif (Rogue Nation)

Ethan in the payphone cubicle: Part 1 || Part 2

Ethan opening his eyes gif (Ghost Protocol)

Sad Ethan gifset (Fallout)

Ethan in hospital (Ghost Protocol): Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Ethan escape from the hospital (Ghost Protocol): Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Stealing boy (Ghost Protocol)

Luther tagging Ethan in Fallout

Ethan in the purple shirt gifset (Rogue Nation): Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Ethereal Ethan (Rogue Nation)

Edge of Tomorrow

BillRita gifset

War of the Worlds

Ray and the thunderstorm

Ray and Rachel gifset ("Have faith in me" by A Day to Remember)

American Made

Scared Barry in prison gifset

American Made gifset: Part 1 || Part 2

Barry's putting his uniform on

Gremlin gifset

Barry payphone gifset: Part 1 || Part 2

Jack Reacher 2012

Jack in the rain gif

Jack in the bathtub gifset

Jack and his scars gifset

"You give love a bad name" by Bon Jovi gifset: Part 1 || Part 2

Jack driving the Chevelle gifset

Jack Reacher: Never go back

Jack shower gifs ("Human" by Rag'n'Bone Man)

Sam and Jack hug gifset

Sam and Jack texting gifset

Rock of Ages

Boy on the pole

Introduction to Stacee

"Rock you like a hurricane" by the Scorpions gifset: Part 1 || Part 2

A Few Good Men

Danny handle with care edit

Black Sheep Squadron

My first Black Sheep Squadron post

Greg and Meatball gif in 1x09

Greg and Meatball gifs (1x16)

"We're getting into a rut, darling." (1x16)

More Greg and Meatball gifs (1x16)

Hair ruffle gif (1x16)

"Welcome home, Jim." (1x16)

Shaky hands gifset (1x16)

Still shaky hands (1x16)

Greg and Micklin tussle (1x16)

Greg gifs (1x16)

More shaky imp boy (1x16)

Greg "I'll just sit here and look handsome while I'm drinking coffee" Boyington (1x16)

Staring Jim (1x16)

Greg and Micklin gifset: Part 1 || Part 2

Greg sitting on the counter (1x16)

Proud Pappy (1x16)

Greg and Jim gifset (1x16)

Tongue action... Monday? (1x16)

TJ's moment of glory (1x16)

A whole squadron of kids gifs (1x17)

Crying Jim (1x04)

Shirtless Greg gifset (1x09)

More shirtless Greg gifs (1x04)

Parallels/Misc.

Thomas Magnum (OG MPI) and Greg Boyington (Black Sheep Squardon) parallel

Ethan in Ghost Protocol and Mav in Top Gun parallel

Parallels Ray (WotW) and Cage (EoT)

Nightmares gifset (Mission Impossible)

Ethan in Fallout and Mav in Top Gun Maverick parallels

Ethan in Mission Impossible III and Jack in Oblivion 2013 parallel

Uniform imp gifset

Miscellaneous Tom Cruise edits/gifsets

Tom Cruise on Jimmy Kimmel 24.02.2023

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Do you still write for obx? If so can I get rafe's girl friend asking him to rate her tits?

I have not written for Rafe in a while...I miss it a bit. Requests got too similar to one another, but I like this one!

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

—

To Rafe: We’re friends, right?

To Rafe: Like…really good friends?

From Rafe: Yeah. Why are you asking me that?

To Rafe: Can you give my boobs a rating?

From Rafe: What the fuck?! Are you drunk or something? 

To Rafe: I’m serious, Rafe! I’m texting this guy and I sent him a snap of my boobs half an hour ago and he has not responded so I’m worrying it’s because they’re…not good enough. I really need your opinion. 

From Rafe: Send away.

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. You’ve asked your girl friends’ opinions many times before sending a snap. They would always tell you how hot you looked and hype you up, but right now you needed a guy’s opinion. And the only guy you trusted with a photo of your boobs was Rafe. Most would send it to their friends and jerk off to it, but not Rafe. 

You held your breath after you hit ‘send’, nervously waiting for his reply. 

When you took the picture, you thought it was good. You were sitting on your bed with your shirt off, your back arched slightly to push your boobs forward. Your nipples were peaked and asking to be played with. In the lower part of the photo, you could see the lace band of your thong, which was a perfect tease to keep a conversation going.

From Rafe: 9

Wow. You didn’t expect a rating higher than a 6. 

To Rafe: You really think so?

From Rafe: I would’ve said 10, but my hands are not on them

You were silently screaming and kicking your feet as you read Rafe’s text a third time. 

It was known to all that Rafe Cameron was a flirt — a playboy, as some would call —, but he never made a move or acted this flirtatious with you before. You were surprised by his words, but not mad. If anything, you were flattered. 

Without second-thinking it, you invited him over. 

To Rafe: If you can come over in the next five minutes, I might let you🤭

From Rafe: I’ll be there in three��� That shirt better still be off.

—

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[idyllic-affections]

🐉Anon hereThe idea of big sis' Shenhe that li-Love-li brought up does get the gears of my thought-organ wirring with thoughts, questions and ideas.

Stuff like:I

f we were to be her bio-sibling, would we come from the same mother (and would that mean that Shenhe's pappy would attempt to sacrifice the sibling along with her? Which could be doubly fucked up, because Shenhe's sibling would probably only be a toddler at the oldest at that time, +that now could mean potentially 2 emotionally stunted and/or confused humans raised by the adepti), or would they be the child of another woman that Dadhe got with some time after he failed to bring his og wife back? Who Shenhe discovers the existence of later down the line (perhaps with the help of the Traveller and/or Chongyun)

I mean either way, it's +1 Auntie/Uncle for our boi Chongus!

Now that I think about it, wouldn't Chongyun referring to Shenhe as "Auntie" imply the existence of a blood-sibling? Or is it more of an honorary thing of a sort?

Another thought: since it is pretty reasonable to assume that Shenhe would be among the more protective sorts of older siblings, so Xingqiu better watch his ass, because something tells me Shenhe's gonna watching like a hawk around her sibling. [Name]'s gonna have to have a talk with big sis' before she ends up doing something that'll get the Qixing on them XD. Basically imagine her "About Xingqiu" voiceline, but with her sibling rather than the Traveller lol.

Shenhe: So… he was just joking with you?

[Name]: Yes.

Shenhe: …you are sure?

[Name]: Yep.

Shenhe: Absolutely certain?[Name]: Mhm.

Shenhe: How do you know he wasn't just hiding a threat behind honeyed words meant to make you lower your guard-

[Name]: SHENHE, YOU'RE OVERTHINKING IT!Shenhe: Am I-?

[Name]: Y E S !

Shenhe: …

[Name]: …

Shenhe: …okay.

^I could see a convo going somewhere along the lines of this.

Oh gods. Dude, assuming that Shenhe and her sibling were born from the same mother, and that their father also tries to sacrifice the siblingalong with her, imagine how much worse Shenhe's rage could be? Like, it's already bad enough in cannon that the adepti had to essentially emotionally numb her, now you add in the equation of a sibling who was put in that same, horrific situation…

I could see Shenhe's younger sibling also acting as a sort of emotional support, helping quell her homicidal thoughts when they are at their worst. Maybe they do carry a grudge towards their father for trying to offer them up to the remnants of an evil God, but maybe it's not as bad as Shenhe's, so they didn't need to be numbed like she did.

Honestly, there's a few potential routes that could be taken with older sibling Shenhe. Lots of possibilities of how the two's dynamic could be handled!

Ooooh, while we're on the topic, what do you think could be some potential vision options for the younger sibling? 🤔I could see maybe Pyro, as an opposite to Shenhe, perhaps showing how they might be a bit more in-touch with their emotoins than she may be, or perhaps Electro, as a representation of how outcasted they may feel due to how the people of Liyue near-comstantly mistake them for Adpeti (because that's an unusually common trait of many Electro vision holders have, being outcasts of a sort in someway, somehow).

hi dear!!!!!! hello!!!! @li-love-li look you are inspiring my anons hehe <33

THAT'S SOMETHING I WAS THINKING ABOUT and i think that is soo fucked up. but you know, if they were also sacrificed with her, i think shenhe would just be so impossibly protective of them as they are raised among the adepti. that's her baby sibling, man. she would sooner die than let them get hurt. and that second option!! i think that has its own appeals. i feel like shenhe would want to meet them. i'm not sure why? but i feel like she'd want to know them. and maybe they also had a rough relationship with dadhe, since he... you know. sacrificed his first child. he already doesn't seem like a particularly great dad based on that fact alone (but i haven't read shenhe's lore in a while, so perhaps he was decent before his wife died? or maybe he was always a poor dad idk. ultimately it's insane that he decided to LITERALLY SACRIFICE HIS CHILD PLEASEEE).

but that's so true! another auntie/uncle for chongyun, as he deserves <3

and, as for chongyun's referral to shenhe, i think it's a cultural thing actually. i could be wrong because i am not chinese and have never been anywhere near china as a whole, but i think it's culturally appropriate for younger boys to call older women auntie. in chongyun & shenhe's case specifically, i think it is also a matter of their closeness. i also don't think they are bio-related, rather, i think shenhe just took up the auntie role in his life. i could be wrong about that too LMAO but yeah!!

AND HELPPPP THAT'S SO REAL she's so protective.... it comes from a good place though!!!

and MAN she would be so furious, i think, as if she isn't angry enough already. i think thw adepti would be even more adamant on her wearing the red ropes because of her sibling. i think she would just feel an uncontrollable flood of emotions every time she looked at their scarred face. and it's not because she's mad at them, not at all! she just cannot fathom how their vile father took a look at their once-innocent face and decided to sacrifice them with her.

that's very true, though! i think they would be good at helping to keep her calm. and i feel like shenhe would harbor the majority of the rage. like. her younger sibling also cannot stand the thought of their dad, but is much calmer about it than shenhe is.

PYRO VISION [NAME] OHHHHH i love that.... shenhe, cryo user shenhe, who is cold and perhaps a bit standoffish to some even if that isn't how she wants to be seen. shenhe who cannot allow herself to feel her destructive emotions. shenhe who feels as if there is a layer of glass between her and the rest of the world... meanwhile [name], pyro user [name], who is warm and open and feels their emotions very deeply to the point where their core is shaken easily. [name] who is deeply connected with the world around them.

shenhe, whose pain pushed her away from the world, and [name], whose pain brought them closer to it.

i can see shenhe's baby sibling also being outcasted and misunderstood, but somehow, it feels so appealing to have them be even closer to the world because of their pain...... sobs

all of the potential routes are so interesting to explore <3

[kathleen-tonn]

He Crawled Out

By Kathleen Tonn

The devastating shake of the earth collapsed the roof of his business. Stunned, Dewayne laid beneath a rafter that separated from its joist. I'm not dead thought the owner of the John Deere Distributor. Yet, he could hardly wiggle beneath the timbers.

"Thank God, I'm the only one in the building," Dewayne said aloud. He came in two hours early to test the alarm system. A muffled laugh escaped his lips as he thought about filing his own workman's comp claim.

Another rumble of the plates made the timber shift. The wood, which had fallen across his lower back, moved to his left a hair. Again, the owner attempted to move from under the weight of the rafter. No doubt, Dewayne was physically strong. He's a regular in the gym bending the steel to his will. He rolled to his left using the strength of his back to push the rafter off him.

Once Dewayne was free from the heaviest part of the rafter, he stopped to catch his breath.

"I vow never to complain about going to the gym ever again," the thirty-eight year old declared.

After a brief rest, he moved completely from under the infrastructure of his roof. As he did, he assessed the movement of his body. For sure, he had no broken bones. He did, however, have scratches and a couple of bleeding gashes.

Because the mid section of the roof fell into the area where he kept inventory, he had to crawl on his hands and knees out from under the canopy of shingles, joists and rafters that knocked over shelving loaded with tractor parts. So Dewayne crawled. And, he left a trail of his blood on the dusty tiling.

It wasn't but twelve feet to the main lobby of his business. Slowly, carefully he covered the distance. His goal was to reach the first aid kit hidden on the shelf below his cash register. To take his mind off the pain in his legs, where the gashes were, he thought about his roots. His family line in California existed, since his great, great grand pappy got gold fever.

"Good-bye Phillidelphia. I'm going West. Sutter's Mill is calling my name." Those were the words written in Pappy's journal, where he described the hard life of a gold miner. From then on, the linage of old Stan Coff, stayed in California, huddled around the San Andreas fault.

Only three feet to the first aid kit. The gashes made walking to painful. Yet, the memory of the hardships the Coffs endured through the centuries reminded DeWayne that this set back to shall pass.

He reached for the box. Pulling out betadine, gauze and bandages Dewayne became his own first responder. Once the gashes were attended to, he called his wife.

The person, on the other end of the phone, picked up. Dewayne spoke, "Honey, I am going to have to file a workman's comp. I'm okay, but we no longer have a roof."

A soft cry came from the other end of the phone. Dewayne just held the cell phone to his ears as his sweety cried. "Can you come get me? I should see a doctor."

The phone call ended. Dewayne sat on the floor as he considered the damage to his building. Life is more important than buildings. I am alive by God's mercy. I will restore the building by God's grace thought business owner.

[blakelysco-pilot]

G darling!! Happy Sleepover Saturday 🥰 For the domestic prompts, how about 13 for Rosie and Jo, and 51 for Ev and Val?

Sage bestiiie! These were so fun! 🥰

Prompts from the Domestic Prompts list - Inbox is open chickies 💗

Prompts under the cut to save space

Worth a Thousand Words

¹³⁾ pictures lined up on a mantlepiece - Rosie & Jo

Part of Harry Crosby being in charge of the 100th bomb group’s quarterly newsletter now that the war was over meant that he was able to dig up photos that the regimental photographer had taken during their time at Thorpe Abbotts. It also meant he could ensure his family’s news was always included. He had been privy to photos before anyone else, and this time, on the heels of a very important birthday, Josephine was cashing in on Harry’s position.

Rosie had woken up that morning thirty years old, and he was griping about it every chance he got, as if he was the first man ever to do so.

“Harry, he’s been moping for a week!”

“Oh I know,” Harry Crosby stood in the foyer of his home, a small package wrapped in his hands, his son sitting at his ankles tugging on his pants. “He called me up for lunch the other day and spent half an hour whining about it.”

“I just don’t understand, nothing’s changing!”

“Jo,” Harry groaned as she bent to pick up her nephew who had changed gears and was making grabby hands at her. “Just last week you were moaning over your coffee to Jean about turning thirty.”

“It’s different for a woman!”

“So Rosie isn’t getting gray hair and wrinkles?”

“He’ll look distinguished,” she smiled, bouncing little Joseph Robert. “I’ll look like a sea witch.”

“Doubtful,” he smiled, taking the baby from her in exchange for the package. “Okay buddy, say bye-bye to Auntie Jo. Go on, give her a kiss goodbye and say see ya later!”

“Goodbye my little love,” Jo dusted a kiss to her nephew's forehead before giving Harry a hug as well. “Thanks again, Harry, I appreciate it!”

“I know he’ll love it.” Harry smiled, walking her out.

***

When Rosie arrived home from work that night, it was to a cake on the table, a meticulously wrapped box next to it, and his wife dressed immaculately in the living room with two cocktails.

“Hello birthday boy,” she smiled, allowing him a moment to drop his briefcase next to the chair. “Have a good day?”

“Does getting older mean everyone wants to celebrate you?” He smirked, stepping forward to pull her into his arms.

“Yes, because you’re worth celebrating.”

“Look at you,” his voice a whisper as he pulled her into a kiss. “Stunning, honey pie.”

“Thought you might like to have a small celebration, just us.”

“That’s exactly what I want.”

“I know you had a big lunch so I thought we’d skip right to the cake. Don’t worry, I won’t sing and there’s no candles, all I ask is you cut it and make a wish.”

“If I promise to cut it and make a wish, can I open my gift first?”

“You are still a boy at heart,” she grinned, shaking her head. “But yes you can.”

Rosie beamed, taking his cocktail off the coffee table and pulling Jo into the kitchen with him. She nodded again as an OK before he lifted the box and gave it a gentle shake. Brows furrowed, he tore into the paper, lifted the lid and stopped on a sharp breath.

“Where did you get this?”

His blue eyes were wide, mouth hanging open in amazement as he lifted a frame from the box, housing a photo of him on the shoulders of men after he had completed his 25th mission. He was beaming, crush cap in his hand, and flight gear still on, and he remembered. Pappy had been on someone else’s shoulders right behind him, the rest of his crew jumping around them on the ground.

“Jo, honey how did you get this!”

“Harry helped me,” she smiled, coming to stand next to him. “He got in touch with, Joe? The regimental photographer.”

“I didn’t even know Joe got a picture of this!”

“He did,” she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, so much,” he turned to catch her lips again. “Let’s put it on the mantle next to the one of me and the fellas.”

“I already made space.”

————————————————————————

It’s a Date

⁵¹⁾ scrawled-on calendars - Ev & Val

It was still significantly cold in March at Thorpe Abbotts. The wind could pick you up and carry you to your destination faster than you could walk some days. So, once Val was inside the Red Cross hut and had the pot belly stove in the corner burning, she wasn’t moving unless she absolutely had to.

Pulling a chair up to the side of the stove, Val quickly removes her navy blue jacket, tossing it over the arm before getting comfortable with her stationary. She’s a bit overdue to return Mama Biddick’s latest letter- the Irish matriarch is just as much a mother to her as her own, and no less worried than her own. Just as she begins writing, the door to the hut swings open, bringing the breeze and her boyfriend all at once, along with a scowl.

“Everett, shut the door!”

“Oh shit, you lit a fire, sorry!”

“It’s fine, just hurry up and come inside before it goes out.”

Quickly shutting the door, he dropped a kiss to the top of her head before perching on her bed, a smile on his face as he looked around the room for what, she had no idea.

“I thought you had a meeting with Red?”

“We finished a bit early,” he looked up at her, still searching her things. “When I stopped by the truck Tattie told me you finished up early and she sent you to defrost.”

“Yes, it’s so cold today!”

“Bites you right on the ass, hmm?”

“Yes, and I don’t want anything biting my rear end.”

“Nothing?”

“Everett!”

“I’m only joking baby, I won’t bite your rear end. Even if it is the cutest I’ve ever seen.”

“Fresh,” she swatted his arm playfully. “What are you doing anyway?”

“Where the hell is your calendar sweetheart?”

“My calendar? What for?”

“Want to see something.”

Pulling open the locker designated to her, she reached in and pulled out a small calendar. Face full of skepticism she handed it over, watching as she picked up the pen she had been using to write with, and scribbling something down quickly.

“What- Ev! What are you doing!”

Smiling, he handed it back to her, and waited for her to read the newest event.

Three day pass with the love of my life

March 17-19

“A weekend pass?”

“Yup! Why did you think I was meeting with Red?”

“Oh, gosh, I don’t know? The war?”

“Well, yeah, but you need a break and I need some time in a bed for adults with you.”

“You really are fresh, you know that?”

“I know,” he grinned, giving her a quick kiss before heading for the door. “Start packing, tomorrow is the 16th!”

“Hey! You’re leaving?”

“You looked busy when I walked in…”

“Writing to Curt’s mom.”

“Tell her I said hi,” he smiled, pulling the lucky strike from behind his ear and moving back into the room. “Maybe I will stay, it’s warm in here.”

“Give me ten minutes and we can get under the covers if you want.”

“Now who’s fresh.”

[speedypiratecherryblossom]

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Introduction

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Whether you're intrigued by Blanton's Bourbon, curious about Eagle Rare Bourbon, or dreaming of getting your hands on the elusive Pappy Van Winkle Bourbon, there's something for everyone. So grab your glass and let’s dive into the world of bourbon!

Understanding Bourbon: The Basics What is Bourbon?

Bourbon is a type of whiskey that must meet specific criteria set by law in the United States. It is primarily made from corn—at least 51%—and aged in new charred oak barrels. This aging process gives bourbon its characteristic flavor profile, which can include notes of vanilla, caramel, and spice.

History of Bourbon

The origins of bourbon trace back to the late 18th century when early settlers in Kentucky began distilling https://jsbin.com/denajufefu whiskey from corn. By the mid-1800s, the term "bourbon" was commonly used to describe this distinctly American spirit.

Different Types of Bourbons Straight Bourbon: Aged for at least two years. Single Barrel Bourbon: Bottled from a single barrel rather than blended with others. Small Batch Bourbon: Made from a select number of barrels. Wheated Bourbon: Uses wheat as a secondary grain instead of rye. From Novice to Expert: Finding Your Favorite Bourbon at Our Store

Navigating through various bourbons can be overwhelming for newcomers. However, understanding what you like will help you make better choices while shopping.

Tasting Notes: What to Look For

When tasting bourbon, consider these elements:

Nose: Inhale deeply and identify aromas like vanilla or oak. Palate: Take small sips and note flavors such as caramel or fruitiness. Finish: Pay attention to how long the flavors linger after swallowing. Popular Bourbons Available at Our Store

At our store, we pride ourselves on offering an extensive selection that caters to all tastes:

Blanton's Bourbon: Known for its unique bottle shape and smooth palate. Eagle Rare Bourbon: Offers rich flavors with hints of oak and honey. Four Roses Bourbon: A versatile choice with floral notes and fruity undertones. Pappy Van Winkle Bourbon: The holy grail for collectors; it's rich and complex. Aging Process Explained How Aging Affects Flavor

The aging process is crucial in developing bourbon's flavor profile. The interaction between the whiskey and wood during maturation imparts color and taste characteristics.

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