there's a hole in the world

So for y'all who don't know, Everclear is some serious shit. Your typical hard alcohol is gonna range from 30-50% alcohol by volume. Your vodkas, rums, and gins will sit around the 30-40% range with whiskey and bourbon being closer to the 50% mark. Everclear? Everclear is at a minimum 60%, the good news is that bottle is thankfully the minimum 60%. (You can tell by it being 120 proof, to get percentage you just halve the proof.) Everclear is grain alcohol and not flavoured, so it's pure; unadulterated alcohol taste in that bottle. And, the amount she poured in to that tin based on ratio basically turned the concoction in to citrus flavored paint thinner. Everclear is the stuff you like, get to spike a big punch bowl of something, not usually something you use in a cocktail.

I love the clarification because I know nothing about alcohol!

Everclear used to come with a warning on the bottle to make sure you store it in a cool place, refrigerated if possible, because if stored above a certain temperature it can spontaneously combust.

There is no amount of money, oil, or gold that is worth more than having bees, trees, and clean water.

do you ever sit there in your bed with your head in your hands and it's like you can just imagine 9 swords behind you

like im okay with being medium attractive and having a moderately clean house. instagram reels just bounce off of me like water off a ducks back

filtering down ao3 results from 14000 to 6 based on a single tag is foul. im sorry none of you are as enlightened as me ig.

I'm in a little local cafe and the women behind the counter started griping to each other, "Oh Christ, Stephen's back again," "It's him, is it? I thought he'd stopped coming," "It's definitely him, look, it's bloody Stephen on a Thursday morning," "Do you want me to get rid of him or are you going to do it?" and so I was peering outside, trying to spot this nightmare customer, this pestilence of a person, this pox upon the cafe trade, and then one of the women from behind the counter ran outside, clapping two trays together loudly and yelling "GET OUT OF IT, STEPHEN!" and it turns out that Stephen is an absolutely gigantic fuck-off seagull who hangs around outside, menacing people for crumbs