#shlitz

[69chainsaw-at-the-dotte]

[ronmerchant]

Chester Morris and Shlitze- MEET BOSTON BLACKIE (1941)

[runloveyogaforever]

Totally enjoying my mid day protein shake with added coconut oil in my parents'old Shlitz glass. Hey, I heard they were making a comeback. 😂 . . . #proteinshake #orgainprotein @drinkorgain #coconutoil #shlitz (at New Hampshire)

[daisybvintage]

Daily Vintage: Schlitz Beer Ad, 1950’s

[ronnymerchant]

Wave bye Shlitze! Bye! Bye bye!

[draculcid]

I had a whole picture i wanted to send based off this au but i was nervous af last minute 😭 so consider this: Heather tells Billy he needs to find a way to manage his stress and suggests yoga and after a lot of pandering he finally went and at first he only stuck around for a few minutes before quitting and going to the bar next door and getting hammered until the afternoon yoga instructor comes in (steve) and he almost drops his beer because he wants to see the pretty boy up close

PLEASE I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS RIGHT NOW AAAAAAAAA excuse me if i ramble.

okay so like. heather and billy are just stress in human form. its summer, so the community pool is always full. and spending hours in the sun, smelling of chlorine, yelling at kids for almost slipping and splitting their heads open. yeah. it’s stressful and not fun. 

so billy’s constantly moping around and complaining to heather about how his back feels like a slinky. heather keeps talking about how the sun is giving her migraines. and they laugh about it- but then heather’s serious, suggesting they both sign-up for a yoga class.

obviously, billy’s like no fucking way. but heather keeps coaxing him to do it. and after a week, billy finally comes around. “alright. one session and that’s it.”

heather signs them up for morning classes (because she knows that robin works mornings.) anyway, billy goes along with it. they even go to the mall to buy some yoga clothes.

“men in yoga pants should be illegal, bill,” heather says when billy picks up a pair, “if you want your junk on full display, just go nude.”

“I’m not buying those! but I should be able to wear whatever I want. look at you. you’re…you know…” he shrugs, pointing to the sports bra heather bought, “just wearing that, and that’s not a shirt, so.” heather playfully smacks billy, “that’s not very feminist of you. don’t objectify my body.”

when they actually go to the yoga place, billy sees that robin is the one leading the class, and he’s fully aware of why heather wanted to do this. he leaves approximately 10 minutes after the class starts- too bored of watching heather and robin flirt and get all handsy with each other for “yoga”.

he finds out that there’s a bar right on the corner and practically spends the entire hour there. he goes back just as the class is finishing up though, not wanting to just randomly leave heather there. 

heather and robin both walk over to him. robin looks him up and down, and he almost regrets wearing a tanktop. almost. (he still thinks his arms look amazing in it.) 

“are you drunk?” heather hisses when she notices the shlitz can in his hand.

robin rolls her eyes and says, “figured you’d leave. we can’t really do refunds though. so you can stay for the afternoon class if you actually wanna get something out of what you paid.”

and billy’s just about to leave when he sees steve. steve harrington. he sees him hopping over to the front of the room, all wiry and loose-limbed and in the tightest pair of yoga pants billy has ever seen, turning on some music with an intro of, “who’s ready to shake some ass?”

billy nudges heather, his eyes glued to those pants. heather looks up and her eyes widen briefly before she scoffs, “that..should be illegal. told ya,” she grimaces. there was no way steve harrington was doing this, billy thought. it must be the alcohol.

“hey- you joining or what?” steve yells over the music, gesturing for billy to come over. and billy- he really thinks this is good blackmail material..but- dare he say, he was slightly attracted. (was it just the alcohol?)

those damned yoga pants slung low on the steve’s hips, some of his pale skin exposed beneath his loose gray cropped shirt. billy could not miss out on that. so billy hands heather the can of beer and trudges in.

he deliberately stands behind steve, watches him stretch. he’d feel like a pervert if he wasn’t so drunk right now. (was it just the alcohol though?)

I mean those pants were tight, hugging every inch of steve’s legs and, of course. his ass. the pants clung to his ass. billy thinks it has to be the most magnificent ass he’s ever seen. and it was right there- billy almost faints when steve moves into downward dog position. steve has to remind billy to get into the pose as well, instead of just standing there to stare at his ass. 

“I wasn’t looking, harrington.”

(ok, no, yea, he totally was. shut up. steve could see him staring from the mirror.)

needless to say, billy starts regularly attending afternoon yoga without any swaying from heather. (and all that stretching proves very convenient when he’s alone with steve.)

[pajjorimre]

Schlitzie (alternatively spelled Schlitze or Shlitze; September 10, 1901 – September 24, 1971), possibly born Simon Metz[1] and legally Schlitze Surtees, was an American sideshow performer. He also appeared in a few films, and is best known for his role in the 1932 movie Freaks. His lifelong career on the outdoor entertainment circuit as a major sideshow attraction with Barnum & Bailey, among others, made him a popular cultural icon.

[dandyads]

Shlitz, 1942

[anastasiabnc]

Waiting for love.

“Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.”

― Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl

Spiky golden strands of locks framed his chiseled face. With his piercing green eyes and intense arched eyebrows, his face is a work of art. His muscular sun kissed body was glistening with his post-game sweats. My goodness, he had the body of a Greek God.

Travis Smith.

The name that is extremely familiar to the people of Maplesville. The mention of his name brings people to express their admiration for the nineteen years old young Southern lad. He was always the talk of the town, he was our golden boy. 

“Last week, I saw him spend hours trying to fix old man Jenkins’ tractor.”

“He helped install the wooden fences for my cattle yesterday.”

“Travis Smith volunteers at the nursing home every weekend.”

I couldn’t keep up with the marvelous stories people had about him. To everyone he was the town’s most reliable and kindhearted individual, or that he was the grandson of the great Mulberry Smith who once saved the town from starvation, or that he was Mapplesville’s captain of the football team that has been given scholarship by recruiters from Albany State University. 

To me, he was just Travis Smith, the man that stole my heart since the beginning of freshman year. I was new in town and was very curious to find out what kind of guy he was since I have heard many great stories about him. We met at one of Austin Wyatts’ parties to celebrate yet another Maplesville High football game victory. When I walked into the room, my sight was fixated on the gorgeous man that was awkwardly standing at the corner of the room with a red solo cup in his hand. He was surrounded by a group of people that was eager to hear what he had to say about the game. Our eyes met for the first time and my heart started to vigorously pound. I was stuck under his piercing gaze and felt like my feet were nailed shut to the floor. He just stood there and stared at me like I was some kind of a freak, soon after, a few people followed his gaze. Our exchange of glances felt like hours until finally my mind came back to reality.

I swiftly went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of Shlitz and head out to the patio outside.

I took a swig of the Shlitz and let the burn of the alcohol sit as it slid down my throat. I was left alone with my thoughts on that patio as everybody else was celebrating the victory inside. I wanted to be like the girls that were hanging around him earlier. To have their confidence to go up to guys like him and speak up. Who am I kidding? No matter how many times I moved to new places, I’m still the same old me on the inside. The cool night-breeze kept me company for some time until I swallowed the last drop of the Shlitz. I was about to leave when suddenly I heard the sound of the kitchen door slowly slide open. I turned around and saw the same pair of green eyes I saw earlier.

"Hi. "

[ronmerchant]

Shlitze (center) and director Robert Flory (standing right) on the set of MEET BOSTON BLACKIE (1941)

Shlitzie died in 1971 at the age of 70. He was also in-

. the SIDESHOW (1928)

. FREAKS (1932)

. ISLAND OF LOST SOULS (1932)

[spaceboycoop]

Ironically, found this in a sober home. #shlitz #malt #liquor #makestheworldgoround ? #statue #globe #antique #found #curiosity

[beermakesthree]

The Beer Capital of the World

The Beer Capital of the World

Milwaukee, here we come! It’s time again for our annual pilgrimage to the Beer Bloggers and Writers Conference. This conference is Kendall’s sixth straight and my fourth. It’s always a good time with old and new friends, tasty beer and informative sessions. Last year in Tampa we had a sneaky suspicion we were going there for 2017 when Visit Milwaukee showed up at the trade show. We’ve been to…

[aintquiteright]

Photo 114 of 365 Englewood, CO June 2017 #beer #light #stainedglass #found #antique #shlitz #random

[wildname]

@roses-and-arrows mobile sucks. Also this is him shlitzed.))

[my-evil-brain]

Mmmm fine vintage for a snobbish alcoholic who's about to drink some 4 month old Shlitz.

[self-taught-roadie]

Shlitz with food and fun and sun #schlitz #oldrags https://www.instagram.com/p/CavuqAfOBXG/?utm_medium=tumblr