#stormtrooper beer

[praetorianxxiv]

Haza!

Cheers, my TK armour has been cleared by the 501st Star Wars group.

Now time for a cheeky beer 🍺✨️

So Happy to be the newest member of the Welsh 501st Garrison.

Looking forward to many Troops with this great bunch of people 😁🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Cheers 🍻 ✨️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

[crvnjava]

Stormtroopers relaxing after a long day. Dalle 3 made this. I added the captions.

[wally-b-feed]

𝕭𝖊𝖊𝖗𝕳𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖗🍻

[whencyclopedia]

Night of the Long Knives

The Night of the Long Knives (aka Blood Purge or Röhm-Putsch) of 30 June 1934 was a purge of the Nazi Sturmabteilung (SA) paramilitary group which continued through 1 and 2 July. Adolf Hitler (1889-1945), wary of the growing power of the SA, embarrassed by its thuggish behaviour now that he was the chancellor of Germany, and in need of the support of the German Army, which saw the SA as a rival, ordered the assassination of the SA leader Ernst Röhm (1887-1934) along with many other key SA commanders and political enemies of the new Nazi regime. Justified as a purge of dangerous plotters against the state, the Night of the Long Knives revealed that the Nazi leadership regarded themselves as above the law.

The SA

Adolf Hitler became the leader of the Munich-based NSDAP (National Socialist German Workers' Party) in 1921. The party was neither socialist nor at all interested in workers, but Hitler had chosen the name to give his ultra-nationalist party as wide an appeal as possible. Known as the Nazi party, it was also vehemently anti-Semitic and against the German establishment. The SA or Sturmabteilung paramilitary group had been formed in 1921 and was given various functions, such as protecting Nazi party meetings, distributing propaganda, intimidating voters, and attacking party rivals or those identified as 'undesirables', like Jewish people. As Hitler had said, "We must struggle with ideas, but if necessary also with fists" (Hite, 116). From 1924, the SA began to wear brown army surplus uniforms, hence their nickname the Brownshirts.

The SA's growing membership in the early 1920s had already put Hitler on the alert. He decided to create his own personal bodyguard, a much smaller but more loyal group called the Stosstrupp-Hitler (Hitler Shock Troop). Nevertheless, the SA was involved in the infamous Beer Hall Putsch or Munich Putsch, the failed Nazi coup in November 1923. After the failure of the putsch, Hitler and his leading associates were found guilty of treason and imprisoned, albeit for what turned out to be short sentences. The immediate fallout of the putsch was a setback as the Nazi party and SA were banned (temporarily), and the Stosstrupp-Hitler was disbanded. However, the publicity of the court case against Hitler and his excellent oratory skills did actually increase interest in both the Nazi cause and the SA. Temporarily called the Frontbann, there was a huge rise in SA membership from 2,000 in 1923 to 30,000 stormtroopers in 1924.

The SA's growth was overseen by its leader Ernst Röhm. A short, stocky, ruthless man, who carried impressive facial scars from wounds sustained in WWI, Röhm had been instrumental in forming the "gymnastics and sports" branch of the Nazi party, which had then morphed into the SA. As one of Hitler's oldest allies, Röhm had also participated in the Beer Hall Putsch.

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[reachartwork]

hey there — have a question about your process of art making in general. what separates your art from a random steampunk cat or a stormtrooper drinking a beer that i might see on instagram? i know you say in your bio that you write your own code, but how does that make your art different?

apologies for the crude way of asking, i dont mean to diminish the effort you put in or attack you. i doubt this is the first query of its kind youve received, and if so, id be willing to read a previous answer or a faq if you have one.

hope your day is alright

Respectfully this is a stupid question. What makes a particular artist’s acrylic on canvas painting of a cliff side different from a mass produced Thomas Kinkade factory painting? They’re the same (or similar enough) mediums, right? This is a rhetorical question - don’t answer it, think about it.

[jkottke]

A calque is a word that has been loaned *and translated* from another language. Some English calques: flea market, potsticker, beer garden, iceberg, refried beans, superman, scapegoat, stormtrooper, killer whale.

[the-most-humble-blog]

The Avengreros

"Saving tacos, their abuelas, and their immigration status—until DJT clapped back and sent them packing faster than a plate of free churros."

El Capitán Carnitas

Powers: Built like a barrel of tamales, he smashes enemies with his panza while yelling, “¡Yo soy el capitán, cabrón!” Fueled by beer, greasy meat, and an unshakable sense of denial.

Weakness: Will openly scream, “I no Black… I no Black!” when someone compares him to foundational Black Americans. After deportation, though? He’s been seen crying, “I Black, I Black, plz no take my nana!” Spoiler: didn’t work.

Señor Quesadilla

Powers: Can turn a cheese pull into a lasso of death and smother his enemies in melted queso. Deadly in the kitchen, but not in a fight.

Weakness: Can’t look at I.C.E. agents without sweating profusely. He begged, “I Black, I Black, don’t take my tías!” They ignored him while packing his bags.

Guac Guerrero

Powers: His green fists of avocado justice pack a punch, but his real skill is charging “extra” for everything—including sympathy. Can summon a taco truck with a wave of his hand.

Weakness: Before the Great Deportation, he was all, “I no Black!” with pride. Post-DJT? Now he’s in line trying to learn jazz and recite Malcolm X speeches. Still got deported.

Doña Tamal

Powers: Wraps enemies in masa-based justice while shouting, “¡Calla, cabrón!” The only team member who might actually win a fight—her chancla skills are undefeated.

Weakness: When I.C.E. showed up at her tamale stand, she broke down, yelling, “I Black! I Black, too!” The Black agents laughed before sending her ass back to Michoacán.

El Chapulín del Comal

Powers: Super speed, fueled by churros and gossip. His frying pan sprays boiling hot oil on enemies while he yells, “¡Puro pedo, cabrones!”

Weakness: Would loudly deny any connection to Black Americans pre-deportation (“I no Black, guey!”). Now, after losing his nana and taco truck, he’s screaming, “I Black, I Black, help me!” Nobody’s buying it.

The Great Immigration and Deportation Storyline

It was all good just a few years ago. The Avengreros proudly proclaimed their Latinidad while trying desperately to distance themselves from foundational Black Americans. “I no Black, I no Black!” they'd shout in broken English, despite their features and skin tone suggesting otherwise.

Then came the reign of DJT (Donald Juan Trumpington), their arch-nemesis, who, with Palpatine-like manipulation, orchestrated the Great Deportation. Families got sent back en masse, from abuelas to the drunk uncles who never left their garage chairs. Even the tamales didn’t survive.

Suddenly, the Avengreros found themselves groveling: “I Black, I Black, plz no deport!” But the twist? Many of the I.C.E. agents were Black Americans, unimpressed by the last-minute change of heart. After years of denial, sucker shit like this wasn’t cutting it. Deuces, cabrones.

Arch-Nemesis: DJT (Donald Juan Trumpington)

Powers: Builds walls faster than they can climb, uses Twitter rants as sonic attacks, and deploys I.C.E. squads like stormtroopers.

Weakness: Absolutely none when it comes to deportation. This man’s a deportation machine, leaving the Avengreros with no tacos, no nanas, and no hope.

Team Motto:

“¡Para los tacos, pero sin papeles!” (For tacos, but without papers!)

**WARNING PLEASE SEE BELOW**

Weaknesses:

I.C.E.—Because nothing kills superpowers faster than paperwork.

DJT Tweets—One "bad hombres" speech, and they’re out faster than a fresh batch of churros.

Foundational Black Americans: Their moms are gone, and so is their last shred of pride.

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[katsu-at-the-bottom]

I WANT SOME MILK

[Verse 1] I woke up, can't wait to eat Got my cereal; boy, was I beat Opened the fridge, and to my dismay There was no milk; my mother will pay [Chorus] I want some milk My coffee grows cold I want some milk I should've been told [Bridge] I wish I had some goddamn milk My Cheerios just ain't the same I wish I had some goddamn milk Too bad the milkman never came [Verse 2] I can't go out to the store I'll just wait till Mommy buys more I'll just have Wheat Thins and beer If I get sick, the toilet is near [Chorus] I want some milk My coffee grows cold I want some milk I should've been told

[egipci]

Bourbon Street Parade

They drove down to New Orleans looking to buy some hex bags from an old connection, but they were out of luck. A little girl, no older than eight years old, appeared in front of the door wearing green fairy wings, in her hand a magic wand with curly plastic ribbons coming out the end of it. She ran the ribbons through her fingers and looped them around and made a motion as if snipping them and craned her neck back and said Old Al was dead forever. Dad rubbed his eyes with the flat of his palm, his mouth down-turned, his jaw clenched. She stretched her arm out and pointed her wand towards the river. She said you better look for some other guy but watch out for all the phonies.

Thanks, Dean said, and held out his family-size bag of tootsie rolls. She shook her head. He wagged his eyebrows and rattled the bag like, you sure? This is the good stuff. Two for five at the gas station this morning but he was already down to a third of a bag and this made him feel very generous. Again she shook her head. He made a show of unwrapping a candy and throwing it into his mouth. She gave him a disgusted look and took off.

O-kay, he said. He scraped the taffy coating his teeth with a fingernail, struggled some to get out what was stuck between them while he thought carefully about touching Dad’s elbow or offering some other comfort. He swallowed, fake-chocolate taste thick at the back of his throat, and looked at his dad and Dad sighed and slapped his shoulder and said let’s go and started walking down Conti, leaving the car behind, always knowing what to do, walking fast like he did in huge strides that you had to jog a little to keep up with him for five, six blocks, past blow-up ghosts in front of homes covered in mesh cobwebs and kids inside them screaming, the street narrowing in, the sidewalks getting busier. Out of nowhere Dad crossed the street and there was a beep and Dean waved his hand at the guy behind the wheel and there were startled angry apologetic looks exchanged and Dean turned again looking for his father and caught sight of his turning left on Bourbon and called out after him and rounded the corner, his hand on his dead phone heavy and useless in his pocket, his eyes trained on Dad’s shoulders, so far behind him now and between them fat Batman in gray suit and hard plastic cowl, Michael Jackson who couldn’t moonwalk, Dolly Parton with foam tits and cowboy hat, chick waddling in mermaid tail, sexy nurse, squad of stormtroopers, preacher raging into a microphone, Ghostface, Black guy in a shoulder-length brown wig and beige-colored bathrobe, three little kids drumming on upside-down buckets, vampire with plastic fangs and red running down her chin and down her neck and her sternum artfully between her boobs, innumerable sweaty costumeless midwestern couples drinking liquor in plastic cups, murder victim with axe sticking out his head, scarecrow, Neo in leather duster, sorority girls in heels, fun-loving gay dudes, Pennywise and closely-related generic clown, a second and third Ghostface, beer sweetness in the air and gumbo and a big manly hand on his ass squeezing and Eagles cover band singing the full moon is calling the fever is high and the — corner of St. Ann where Dad turned right and disappeared into one of the courtyards or up into the rare green aurora flashing over the Mississippi a hundred yards away with its sewage smell, leaving Dean forever with his candy and choices to make like does he go back where he came from or does he walk miles up and down Decatur for the ghosts to watch and laugh from their balconies or does he ask for a phone to please call my dad and even worse than that the humiliation of asking where are you where should I meet you why would you leave like that should I go back to the car?

But then he heard the shouting. A large-sounding, murderous-sounding man was cursing insanely. His voice echoed and spilled out into the street. Dean pushed in a narrow metal gate that led into a poorly-lit path that led into a creole courtyard just as Dad turned the corner on his way out and said found you and just as Dad turned the corner Dean made some embarrassing girlish sound and threw himself back against the wall, gasping wildly, his heart rabbiting, hopped up on high-fructose corn syrup, threatening to bust out through his ribs. Pressed his hand to his chest to keep it in place. Whatever misery Dad saw on his face made him grin wide and sharp. Across from Dean he leaned against the wall. Only three feet between them now. But Dad tugged on his jacket, pulled him closer. Dean tripped over his feet, into Dad's chest, held on to Dad's arms for balance. Dad said, Here you go, laughing. He held a cloth pouch in his hand, tried to fit it in Dean’s right pocket but found it full of candy wrappers. He tsked as they fell soundlessly to the ground and said, gonna make yourself sick bud, slow and deep and pitying, teasing, hot in that eye-prickling way. He pulled Dean’s jacket open and left the pouch and its mysteries inside the inner pocket then his hand on Dean’s chest.

I was right behind you, Dean said, belly swirling with taffy and four whole months since he’d last had Dad’s hands on him.

I know, dude.

I found you.

I know, Dad said, huge careful hands cradling Dean’s skull. He said hey come here, and his hot open mouth was on Dean’s skin and his beard scratching and his teeth and he tilted Dean’s face up finally and then there was nothing for it. Dean closed his eyes.

[metalcultbrigade]

Tank - Filth Hounds Of Hades (release date: March 1982). Happy 42nd year release month anniversary!

1. Shellshock

2. Struck by Lightning

3. Run Like Hell

4. Blood, Guts and Beer

5. That's What Dreams are Made Of 0

6. Turn Your Head Around

7. Heavy Artillery

8. Who Needs Love Songs?

9. Filth Hounds of Hades

10. (He Fell in Love with a) Stormtrooper

Initial copies came with a free 7":

1. Don't Walk Away (live)

2. The Snake (Pink Fairies cover)

Algy Ward - Vocals, Bass

Peter Brabbs - Guitars

Mark Brabbs - Drums

Recording information:

Recorded at Ramport Studios, London, December 1981 - January 1982. All songs by Tank (A.Ward , P.Brabbs & M. Brabbs). Producer – Eddie Clarke

[talesfrommedinastation]

Ya know, both Doug and I have gone on and on about how The Bad Batch are the backwoods yeehaw Floridamen of the clone army.

But there's been arguments that all Mandalorians are rednecks*. Ergo, all clones (the descendants of a Mandalorian) are rednecks as well.

And Grandpappy Rex yelling, then yanking off his helmet and flinging it at an inept Stormtrooper like he's throwing an empty beer bottle at a wayward possum in the trailer park just confirms it.

*=because who else would make an insane Evangelical religion about guns, refuse security because it means handing over their weapons, live in space trailers after losing their home with a fight with the government, being single parents, and spend their free time shooting at a lake and getting attacked by gators during a baptism?

::insert Deliverance theme::

I love Old Man Rex so much.

[aiprintee]

Star Wars Ft Budweiser Stormtrooper Baseball Jersey

[whencyclopedia]

Night of the Long Knives

The Night of the Long Knives (aka Blood Purge or Röhm-Putsch) of 30 June 1934 was a purge of the Nazi Sturmabteilung (SA) paramilitary group which continued through 1 and 2 July. Adolf Hitler (1889-1945), wary of the growing power of the SA, embarrassed by its thuggish behaviour now that he was the chancellor of Germany, and in need of the support of the German Army, which saw the SA as a rival, ordered the assassination of the SA leader Ernst Röhm (1887-1934) along with many other key SA commanders and political enemies of the new Nazi regime. Justified as a purge of dangerous plotters against the state, the Night of the Long Knives revealed that the Nazi leadership regarded themselves as above the law.

The SA

Adolf Hitler became the leader of the Munich-based NSDAP (National Socialist German Workers' Party) in 1921. The party was neither socialist nor at all interested in workers, but Hitler had chosen the name to give his ultra-nationalist party as wide an appeal as possible. Known as the Nazi party, it was also vehemently anti-Semitic and against the German establishment. The SA or Sturmabteilung paramilitary group had been formed in 1921 and was given various functions, such as protecting Nazi party meetings, distributing propaganda, intimidating voters, and attacking party rivals or those identified as 'undesirables', like Jewish people. As Hitler had said, "We must struggle with ideas, but if necessary also with fists" (Hite, 116). From 1924, the SA began to wear brown army surplus uniforms, hence their nickname the Brownshirts.

The SA's growing membership in the early 1920s had already put Hitler on the alert. He decided to create his own personal bodyguard, a much smaller but more loyal group called the Stosstrupp-Hitler (Hitler Shock Troop). Nevertheless, the SA was involved in the infamous Beer Hall Putsch or Munich Putsch, the failed Nazi coup in November 1923. After the failure of the putsch, Hitler and his leading associates were found guilty of treason and imprisoned, albeit for what turned out to be short sentences. The immediate fallout of the putsch was a setback as the Nazi party and SA were banned (temporarily), and the Stosstrupp-Hitler was disbanded. However, the publicity of the court case against Hitler and his excellent oratory skills did actually increase interest in both the Nazi cause and the SA. Temporarily called the Frontbann, there was a huge rise in SA membership from 2,000 in 1923 to 30,000 stormtroopers in 1924.

The SA's growth was overseen by its leader Ernst Röhm. A short, stocky, ruthless man, who carried impressive facial scars from wounds sustained in WWI, Röhm had been instrumental in forming the "gymnastics and sports" branch of the Nazi party, which had then morphed into the SA. As one of Hitler's oldest allies, Röhm had also participated in the Beer Hall Putsch.

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[ilopisara]

04.04. 20:53 | Ilo Pisara vs Piska Mig Stensport 3 - 4

Ah, the latest chapter in the saga of Ilo Pisara: a thrilling 3-4 loss to Piska Mig Stensport. Let's dissect this with the grace of an elephant on ice skates, shall we? First off, "VETOJA HYVÄT HERRAT!" Our shots were as scarce as teeth in a hockey fight—only 14 attempts! It’s like we thought the goal was allergic to pucks. Meanwhile, Teppo Winnipeg and Jani Saari seemed to think they were playing hot potato rather than hockey—passing when they should've been pelting that puck! Yuri Tarde fired away with all the precision of a stormtrooper at target practice; five shots but only dreams and whispers for goals. And let's not even start on Jani Saari’s giveaway spree—it was like Christmas came early for our opponents. Our recent history reads like a yo-yo diet—ups and downs galore—but remember folks, it's not about how you fall but how you get back up... or so I keep telling myself after nights like these. So here’s to hoping our next game sees us shooting more than just longing glances at the net. Onward Ilo Pisara—to either victory or another round of self-deprecating humor that'll have us crying into our beers!

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

""FILTH HOUNDS OF HADES" EXPLODED FROM BRITISH HELL WITH ALL THE FANGS AND FURY..."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a T-shirt design for "Filth Hounds of Hades," the 1982 debut album by British heavy metal/proto-thrash power trio, TANK. Kamaflage Records.

BAND/ALBUM OVERVIEW: "March 1982. Maggie Thatcher lords over a dangerously unemployed U.K. with a hatchet face, a controversial economic policy and “a voice like a cat sliding down a blackboard.” The Falklands War debacle is just weeks away. Meanwhile, the New Wave of British Heavy Metal is about to hit its commercial peak with IRON MAIDEN’s "The Number of the Beast." MOTÖRHEAD’s "Iron Fist" is cocked, locked and ready to drop the proverbial hammer on Blighty’s dole-diving speed freaks, spot-faced rivet heads and leather-loving piss punks. Just over the horizon, VENOM’s game-changing "Black Metal" and JUDAS PRIEST’s mega-selling "Screaming for Vengeance" are poised to strike pain and pleasure into the hearts of the denim-clad faithful.

A few months prior, three lager-swilling London lads calling themselves TANK were holed up in the Who’s Ramport Studios recording their full-length debut with vast quantities of booze and speed and no less than MOTÖRHEAD’s “Fast” Eddie Clarke in the producer’s seat. The band was the three-headed fantasy headache of bassist/vocalist Alasdair “Algy” Ward, who had previously lent his unique talents to punk legends THE SAINTS and THE DAMNED, resulting in arguably the best albums from both bands (1978’s "Eternally Yours" and 1979’s "Machine Gun Etiquette," respectively).

After getting the sack from the Damned, Ward recorded a handful of demos before recruiting brothers Peter (guitar) and Mark Brabbs (drums) to form a power trio in the loud, louche and inebriated style of their future benefactors MOTÖRHEAD — a comparison they could never quite shake. Released in March of ’82, "Filth Hounds of Hades" exploded from British hell with all the fangs and fury of the three-headed Cerberus on the album’s iconic sleeve. Featuring unstoppable beer bangers like “Turn Your Head Around,” “Shellshock” (later covered by German thrash maniacs Sodom) and “(He Fell in Love With a) Stormtrooper,” the record would go on to influence METALLICA and carve TANK’s legend into the annals of heavy metal history."

– "DECIBEL" MAGAZINE, by J. Bennett, published July 6, 2017

Source: www.decibelmagazine.com/2017/07/06/tank-filth-hounds-of-hades.

[nerdismindecor]

Original Stormtrooper Beer found at Fire Box.

Galactic Pale Ale - 8 pack

Lightspeed Pilsner - 8 pack