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[stalkerkyoko]

last time on toonami- not Haruko- wanna drinkmy piss

[thearizonawinemonk]

Time for some Michigan Chardonnay, courtesy of #winestudio and @miwinecollab! Listen to the latest episode of The Make America Grape Again Podcast, where we sip our Chardon-nay-nay. #chardonnay #michiganwine #michigan #michiganwineries #michiganwinecollaborative #whitewine #wine #winereviews #makeamericagrapeagain #drinkMI #winepodcast https://www.instagram.com/p/B6JRy6yHre_/?igshid=17n3i6nf8dwvu

[polkadotsandpints]

The Mysterious Black IPA

Check out my latest blog post - 'The Mysterious Black IPA' #CraftBeer #BeerEducation

(Note: This is a modified version of a piece I wrote for the Stormcloud Brewing Co. mug club members.)

Stormcloud opened the summer after I got my first job in the brewing industry, and I was just beginning to develop my craft beer palate. At the time, Brian’s delicious brews definitely contributed to my love of Belgian-style beers, and many other beer styles as well. Stormcloud was the first…

[pariszhane]

Here goes nothing 😮 @teamiblends #teami #teamiblends #drinkmi #detox #bundles #30daychallenge #siptea 🐹🍵

[ryans-shaniac]

Can I request a part 2 to prompt 75?

remember when i said i’d accept writing prompts for 100 followers? me either. (not to use exam stress as an excuse or anything but exam stress kicked my ass) 

anyway i originally wasn’t going to do this because i’m not good with writing sequels to my writing but i actually had a burst of creativity so HERE WE GO BOYS 

read me first!

Ryan hadn’t been at school in a few days and needless to say, everyone was worried.

His mom and dad didn’t know what to do, Ryan barely told them anything. They put it down to stress and let their son have the rest of the week off. Back at school, Shane had been near mute as well. He was constantly checking his phone to see if Ryan had messaged him or tried to call him. Obviously there was nothing new.

He stared down at his lock screen for the fifth time in 2 minutes. It was a photo of him and Ryan at the abandoned warehouse down the road from their local mall. Ryan had dragged Shane and their friend TJ along as one final adventure before TJ moved to Florida. The photo was taken in front of defaced rusty shipping containers. Both of them were laughing and pointing at the giant dick that had been graffitied on the side of one of the containers in bright yellow.

Shane smiled at the memory, almost chucked, before being bought back to reality with Sara nudging him.

“If he hasn’t talked to you since Wednesday, he’s not going to text you now. Put your phone away and try to relax.” Sara had a sad smile on her face and Shane knew she was right.

“Yeah I know..I just..I’m so worried about him. He was so torn up after school, I can’t stop hearing his sobs in the back of my mind. They were my fault. But why? Maybe I should’ve spoken to him more. L-let him know I’m never gonna leave him. Maybe if I had just been a better friend then maybe-“

Arms on his shoulders stopped him spiralling. Shane had been spiralling a lot lately. All he could think about was what he could’ve done to do better and what he would say to Ryan if he were here.

Shane turned around and saw a concerned looking Andrew.

“Dude you have to calm down. None of this was your fault. Ryan’s clearly working through some shit and we just have to wait for him to feel cool enough to tell us what’s going on. Let’s just go to lunch and meet with the others, maybe someone has spoken to him.”  

Shane wanted to protest. Tell Andrew if Ryan was working through anything, then he would know about it because they don’t keep secrets from each other. But instead he just nodded solemnly and followed him to the cafeteria, Sara smiled and told him she’d speak to him later as she went off and joined her friends.

Their table consisted of Ryan, Shane, Andrew, Steven, Jen, Ella, Zach, Keith, Ned and Ned and Keith’s girlfriends, Ariel and Becky. Sometimes Sara and a couple of her friends (Eugene, Quinta, Freddie and Kelsey) would join them but that was rare, due to the fact that Eugene would try to pick a fight with Ella a lot. No one knew why but Eugene would always find something to argue about, especially if Zach was involved.

Everyone else was already sat down and Shane took a seat next to Jen who rubbed his back and gave him a sympathetic look. Why was everyone giving him sad looks today? Were they meant to make him feel better? The sad looks aren’t going to make Ryan talk to him or come to school.

There was a whisper on the other side of the table as Zach handed his phone to Steven, who then sighed and nodded. The phone was then passed to Ned and Ariel who both gave knowing looks to everyone else.

“Hello? You know I can see you guys, right? What was on Zach’s phone? Zach what did your phone say?” Panic struck Shane’s voice.

Everyone went silent and looked anywhere but Shane’s gaze. Shane felt the anger boiling inside him and before he got up and left, Zach passed his phone to Jen and nodded to her.

“Just..Just show him. He told me last night that I could show him.” Zach mumbled.

“Wait, I’m sorry what? Is this Ryan? You’ve spoken to him? Zach, what the fuck you promised you would let me know if-“

The phone was thrust into Shane’s shaking hands before he could continue. Everyone at the table had read this text except for him. He exhaled and looked down.

‘Ryan Boogara (11:10am): fuck all of this??? like dude tf?? feelings?? they r the biggest load of bullcrap i have ever experienced. remind me to never get them again. also remind me to go to the doctors and ask if they can surgically replace my tear ducts because mine have been run dry. there are no more tears to let fall. i can’t believe shane was so oblivious but also i can’t believe that i wasn’t more forward with how i felt. if i had been maybe this could’ve worked out nd we could b the high school sweethearts i dreamed abt. how do people DEAL WITH THIS!!!!!!!! HOW DID NED AND KEITH DO THIS???? HOW DID STEVEN DO THIS???? AT LEAST THEY WERE ALL LUCKY!!!! THEIR INTENSE PINING GOT THEM A RELATIONSHIP!!! BUT ME??? LITTLE OL RYAN STEVEN BERGARA GOT NONE OF THAT!!!! ALL I GOT WAS HEARTACHE AND HURT!!!! why do. straight people exist? CHALLENGE ME THAT KORNFELD why do they exist an d why does the one (1) man i love have to be one of them. read that with a lot of spite. this was dumb from day one and you told me it wouldn’t have been worth it but i didn’t listen. and then i told jen and i didn’t listen to HER anD THEN I WENT TO  E U G E NE L E E YA N G FOR ADVICE YESTERDAY ON HOW TO GET OVER IT AND HE TOLD ME TO DRINKMY FEELINGS AWAY AND HERE I AM!!!! dude im wastED. all of my feels have intensified so much. its only 11am. WOOwee. if i ever see shane madej again I’m gonna punch him in the face and then kiss his lips better. i love him zachy. i love him. sso much

Me (12:00pm): dude are you okay? literally no one has heard from you since you ran off and shane is such a mess he is not handling anything well

Me (1:30pm): hey man remember drink some water and take painkillers

Ryan Boogara (9:00pm): jesus fuck i just woke up

Ryan Boogara (9:00pm): i’m sorry you had to deal with that

Me (9:03pm): no it’s alright are you okay?

Ryan Boogara (9:04pm): yeah i have a massive headache and i miss shane. a lot.

Me (9:04pm): he misses you too

Me (9:04pm): he’s acting like you’ve died

Ryan Boogara (9:04pm): i feel like i’ve died

Ryan Boogara (9:04pm): can you tell him i’m sorry and i love him

Ryan Boogara (9:05pm): i’m over lying to him

Ryan Boogara (9:05pm): you know what, just show him this i’m done

Ryan Boogara (9:05pm): at least then he has the weekend to process my shit and can decide on monday if he still wants to be my friend

Me (9:06pm): are you sure you’re not still drunk?

Ryan Boogara (9:06pm): yeah just do it

Ryan Boogara (9:06pm): im gonna try and go to bed gnight zach

Me (9:06pm): goodnight ry get some rest’

Shane couldn’t do anything except stare at the phone. He reread the message over and over. Ryan…had feelings for him? Since when?

Shane didn’t notice he was crying until he felt Jen’s arms wrap around his side. Next to him, Keith rested his hand on his shoulder. Shane missed his friend so much. And now his fears were confirmed that it was his fault, the guilt ate him up even more than usual.

Shane stumbled over his words, “I have-I’ve got-Ryan I need to see him-I want to tell him-I’m..”

Shane pushed himself up from his seat. Despite his friend’s protests, he just kept walking. Out of the cafeteria and out of the school grounds. Ryan’s house was a 20 minute walk from school and although taking an uber could’ve been quicker, Shane refused to waste any time, he knew he had to get to Ryan.

A sweaty and out of breath Shane pounded on the front door to the Bergara’s and when no one answered, he managed to break in with his debit card, a trick he learnt off Mike, a kid in his forensic science class. Shane marched upstairs and without knocking opened the door to Ryan’s room.

Ryan was lying in bed, his back to the door, completely oblivious to the man standing in the doorway.

“Why?”

Ryan sat bolt upright in bed and turned to the voice. He was a sight to behold, it seemed like he hadn’t slept in days and he smelt of vodka. Ryan’s face paled and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Shane? I-what did Zach show you the text?” Fear seeped into Ryan’s voice.

“Why?” This time Shane’s voice cracked. He could feel the lump in his throat rise.

“I’m sorry.” Ryan croaked.

Shane walked towards the bed and pushed Ryan down and kissed him. Both of them were surprised at the taller man’s actions but neither made an effort to stop. Shane climbed on top of Ryan, their lips not breaking apart. Ryan tasted like alcohol and Shane like mint. Their mouths worked together and Ryan released a low moan.

Since when did Shane want this? Maybe he always did, subconsciously, but never let himself think about it. Thank God he had called off the date with Sara until this whole thing with Ryan blew over.

The two boys pulled away for air, both of them crying, their tears mixed together on each others cheeks. Shane let out a breathy laugh.

“I’m sorry.”

“So am I.”

“Good. You should be.”

Ryan grinned and sighed contently, “I really like you, Shane.”

“I don’t know how I feel, but I do know that I really liked kissing you.”

“Then kiss me again.”

[kratosarar]

Vampire: tries to drinkmy blood and kill me

Me:

look i don't know how reliable a source of information this website is but the idea that you can easily get rid of vampires in your home just by telling them they're not welcome anymore is extremely funny to me

[tonyduncanbb73]

Lower Allston Loses Its Local

The Bus Stop pub has served its final pint

There couldn’t have been a better soundtrack for the Bus Stop Pub’s last night in operation. Fleetwood Mac’s “Gypsy” faded into Nena’s “99 Red Balloons,” which faded into Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’.” Tom Petty wailed about an American girl, and Mick Jagger assured a lover he’d never be her beast of burden. Everyone knew the lyrics, some people were dancing, and for one final time, everyone was enjoying the familiarity of a bona fide local.

Terrence B. Doyle/Eater

The Bus Stop was packed on its final night

For 38 years, the Bus Stop functioned as an unpretentious space for locals to gather, drink a beer, eat a piece of fried fish, and watch a game. On some nights there was live music, and on every night there was Keno. The wooden booths, with their red Formica tabletops, conjured the outdoor seating of a seafood shack, and the walls were adorned with portraits of regulars and celebrities painted by an artist — described to me by a bartender as a regular from the neighborhood — in the early 1990s. On those walls, you might see Sue from down the street adjacent to Ted Williams, and that was precisely the point.

I live in Allston, and I spent my share of nights drinking at the Bus Stop Pub — not enough nights to call it my local, but enough nights to fall in love with it. A few friends and I wanted to have one final drink at the Bus Stop, so we made our way down Western Avenue last Saturday to engage in the farewell festivities. The conversations — both overheard and initiated — were exactly what you’d hope for from a bar full of half-drunk to fully-drunk Bostonians.

“David Blaine was here once — then he wasn’t.”

“Remember the night [well-known news anchor] came in here? She was shattered. She had to be taken out on a stretcher.”

“You might have to throw a bottle at him to get his attention,” said a man named Rob as I waited at the bar for a beer. “His name is Steve.”

Rob’s friend then introduced himself to me as Campbell.

“As in the soup.”

Rob, who’s originally from Wales and moved to Boston in the late 1970s, told me that he and his entire family are immortalized in paint on the wall. He’s been coming to the Bus Stop since it opened.

“I get a discount rate,” he joked.

Terrence B. Doyle/Eater

Three men with whom I’d never like to share a drink

My friends and I left well before closing time — though we loved it, the Bus Stop was not ours to close down. And its shuttering means it never will be.

The Bus Stop’s closure is yet another sign that Lower Allston — and especially Barry’s Corner — is changing. Harvard is chewing up the neighborhood’s land faster than a flock of demented sheep, and luxury apartment complexes like Continuum — ownership of which remains a pipe dream for most of the city’s population — drive up rents. The Bus Stop Pub was evidence that regular folk still had a place in a city rapidly transforming into a playground for the well-heeled, and now it’s gone.

[yxlite]

So truu my phone knows it better☝🏻☝🏻 this way 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

[fairedelargentsurinternet]

Shia LaBeouf, I Don't Need to Drink, My Problem is When I Do Shia LaBeoufI Don't Need to DrinkMy Problem is When I Do 7/14/2017 1:00 AM PDT EXCLUSIVE…

[thearizonawinemonk]

Tasting notes on the 2017 Mountain Road Riesling (Lake Michigan Shore AVA), from @stjulianwinery: The nose is vibrant, with aromas of starfruit, pear, and lime, with just subtle hints of white flowers, beeswax, a hint of petrol, and the wind off the Great Lakes. On the palate, high acidity vibes well with the slight residual sugar, making this wine super-douper bright, almost like a supernova on the palate. Notes of melon, lemon curd, apricot, and flint emerge on the palate. I want to pair this with deep fried calamari, I think, or maybe a rissoto. The image I get in my mind's eye as I drink this wine is as follows: You are sitting on the beach at night in the summer along the Michigan coast. The stars are above you, shining, as suddenly see a bollide flash across the sky, exoloding in green and gold, leaving behind only the scent of the wind from across the lake. #instawine #instagramwine #winesofinstagram #winephotography #riesling #stjulianwinery #whitewine #winereviews #winestudio #womenwinemakers #terroir #michigan #michiganwineries #wine #mountainroadwinery #lakemichiganshore #lakemichiganshoreava #miwine #drinkmi #delicious https://www.instagram.com/p/BtzjTWuFMDT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8qaxsh64w2z9

[dianepenelope]

#Repost @drink.mi ・・・ Drink Mi Berry Smoothie includes: 🍇🍒🍓 Raspberries, Cherries and Acai Powder blended with Coconut Milk 🍶 and enjoyed by YOU! #drinkmi

[drunkenredhead]

10 anniversary at The Livery 🍺🎈🍻 #thelivery #daydrinking #bentonharbor #drinkmi

[18thstreetbrew]

Pic #repost from @journeymandistillery: Tasting the gin inspired Saison before it gets a rest in Bilberry Black Hearts Barrels. #journeymandistillery #fromgarywithlove #drinkin #drinkindiana #drinkMI #indianabeer

[brewstagram]

Refreshing beer while cooking dinner. by trginter http://ift.tt/1lO38sW

[tonyduncanbb73]

Lower Allston Loses Its Local

The Bus Stop pub has served its final pint

There couldn’t have been a better soundtrack for the Bus Stop Pub’s last night in operation. Fleetwood Mac’s “Gypsy” faded into Nena’s “99 Red Balloons,” which faded into Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’.” Tom Petty wailed about an American girl, and Mick Jagger assured a lover he’d never be her beast of burden. Everyone knew the lyrics, some people were dancing, and for one final time, everyone was enjoying the familiarity of a bona fide local.

Terrence B. Doyle/Eater

The Bus Stop was packed on its final night

For 38 years, the Bus Stop functioned as an unpretentious space for locals to gather, drink a beer, eat a piece of fried fish, and watch a game. On some nights there was live music, and on every night there was Keno. The wooden booths, with their red Formica tabletops, conjured the outdoor seating of a seafood shack, and the walls were adorned with portraits of regulars and celebrities painted by an artist — described to me by a bartender as a regular from the neighborhood — in the early 1990s. On those walls, you might see Sue from down the street adjacent to Ted Williams, and that was precisely the point.

I live in Allston, and I spent my share of nights drinking at the Bus Stop Pub — not enough nights to call it my local, but enough nights to fall in love with it. A few friends and I wanted to have one final drink at the Bus Stop, so we made our way down Western Avenue last Saturday to engage in the farewell festivities. The conversations — both overheard and initiated — were exactly what you’d hope for from a bar full of half-drunk to fully-drunk Bostonians.

“David Blaine was here once — then he wasn’t.”

“Remember the night [well-known news anchor] came in here? She was shattered. She had to be taken out on a stretcher.”

“You might have to throw a bottle at him to get his attention,” said a man named Rob as I waited at the bar for a beer. “His name is Steve.”

Rob’s friend then introduced himself to me as Campbell.

“As in the soup.”

Rob, who’s originally from Wales and moved to Boston in the late 1970s, told me that he and his entire family are immortalized in paint on the wall. He’s been coming to the Bus Stop since it opened.

“I get a discount rate,” he joked.

Terrence B. Doyle/Eater

Three men with whom I’d never like to share a drink

My friends and I left well before closing time — though we loved it, the Bus Stop was not ours to close down. And its shuttering means it never will be.

The Bus Stop’s closure is yet another sign that Lower Allston — and especially Barry’s Corner — is changing. Harvard is chewing up the neighborhood’s land faster than a flock of demented sheep, and luxury apartment complexes like Continuum — ownership of which remains a pipe dream for most of the city’s population — drive up rents. The Bus Stop Pub was evidence that regular folk still had a place in a city rapidly transforming into a playground for the well-heeled, and now it’s gone.

[alexbeaton]

Celebrating #mich175 with @foundersbrewing Red's Rye & @hopcat Hoppootamus #mittenlove #drinkmi (Taken with Instagram at HopCat)