#bottle of liquor

[lifewithaview]

Stan Laurel and Anita Garvin in Blotto (1930) short

Stan purloins his wife's secret bottle of liquor to have a wild night out at the Rainbow Club with Ollie. However, Mrs Laurel has replaced the booze with a noxious mixture of cold tea, mustard power, and other hot ingredients. This doesn't prevent the boys from getting tipsy on the contents.

[huariqueje]

This Time Its Different - Conner O’Leary, 2024.

American , b. 1990 -

Acrylic on canvas stretched over panel, 20 x 16 in. 

[ruushes]

Clive????? 😭😭😭

[scaryvampirelady]

i have never felt that ethel cain is mother. she is my older sister stuffing swisher sweets into the inner pockets of my winter jacket at the convenience store and making me watch her play creepypasta games on her laptop that will give me nightmares well into adulthood

[kattudime]

Had to draw this idiot again ❤️❤️❤️

[temtamtom]

Some Bounty Hunter!Ivan for my beloved @ironicorange <3 <3

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[floridaboiler]

[supremefleadon]

[koshigurajumy]

Jumy-M Good morning / 朝の大反省会

[urgeforgoing]

WHISKEY ON ICE, SUNSET AND VINE.

[crazyhickofftheirrocker]

Lads, when Lisa finds out Betsy is responsible for Carla getting hurt in the robbery next week...

[huariqueje]

Blanton's and Friends Bourbon Bar  - Donna Tuten

American , b. 1970s -

Acrylic on canvas . 24 x 18 in.

[columboscreens]

[music4soul]

One day after a mission gone terrifyingly wrong, John buries himself in his quarters and drinks away his sorrows, coincidentally having the same bottle his father had before he died as well. The bed was too high and too dangerous for a man in his state, so he moved to the floor and leaned against his bed.

As he leaned, he caught a glance of himself in the discarded beer bottle and nearly threw up at the sight, because staring back at him was his dead father, pale gray eyes looking at his son with disdain and a cold hand gripping his bottle of liquor.

John tried to move away from it, but being two.. no three..- four? bottles and a half smoked cigar in his sulking sesh made that difficult, and he soon fell back and hit his head, his vision spinning as he tried to compose himself.

Suddenly, he hears footsteps coming towards him and sees Nik his father pop into his vision with a scowl.

“Look at you Johnathan. I thought I raised you better than that.” Are you okay?

“What?” Johnathan muttered, brows furrowing as he tried to sit up again.

“Y’know, I was only five bottles in and yet here you are with four. You keep it up and you’ll be just like me.” Hey, take it slow. You are okay, you are safe.

“No I won’,” John slurred, breaths quickening. “Get away from me.”

Nik John Sr. got closer.

“Oh yes you will. As a matter of fact, you already are.” He smiled, teeth rotting and falling one by one. “This role fits you perfectly son. Like a glove. Like father like son.” Captain.

“I’m not like you.” John grumbled, eyes stinging and throat getting tighter.

John.

“I’ll never be like you.”

Johnathan.

“I’ll always be better than you, you good for nothin’ DRUNK!”

“JOHNATHAN!” Nik yelled, large hands cupping John’s face so their eyes could meet. “It’s me. Me, Nikolai. Not your father.”

John goes quiet for a while, staring up at the Russian in front of him with a look of bewilderment and shame, as if he were going to knock him in the head with a belt.

After a bit, his face fell and the stinging in his eyes intensified, to which Nik offered him his chest to shield him from the embarrassment of seeing him cry like a boy.

All could be talked about in the morning. But for now, all that is needed is some silence, a miracle, and some ibuprofen.

[lupismaris]

We have survived the traditional winter ritual sacrifice known as The White Elephant. Praise be.

[smegmafactory4ever]

My alcohol tolerance is getting actually ridiculous