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Anheuser-Busch to Shed Eight Craft Brands

In a strategic maneuver that sent ripples through the beverage industry, Anheuser-Busch, the iconic beer giant, made waves with its decision to sell a portfolio of brands to Tilray, a prominent player in the cannabis market. Tilray will acquire Shock Top, Breckenridge Brewery, Blue Point Brewing Company, 10 Barrel Brewing Company, Redhook Brewery, Widmer Brothers Brewing, Square Mile Cider…

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#10 Barrel Brewing Company #Anheuser-Busch InBev #Beer #Blue Point Brewing Company #Breckenridge Brewery #brewery #Brewing #craft beer #Redhook Brewery #Shock Top #Square Mile Cider Company #Tilray #Widmer Brothers Brewing

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New York Post

HELL-RAISER HARRY – LURED GIRLS TO ESTATE FOR BOOZE-&-DOPE FESTS https://nypost.com/2002/01/14/hell-raiser-harry-lured-girls-to-estate-for-booze-dope-fests/

HELL-RAISER HARRY – LURED GIRLS TO ESTATE FOR BOOZE-&-DOPE FESTS

By 

Bill Hoffmann

January 14, 2002 5:00am

Pot-smoking Prince Harry was described last night as a party animal who lured teenage girls back to the basement of his dad’s country home for private booze parties.

The royal wild child even dubbed the secluded room at Prince Charles’ Highgrove estate in Scotland “Club H,” because of its well-stocked bar and powerful stereo system.

Details of Harry’s wild nights last summer emerged after yesterday’s revelation that Charles sent him to the Featherstone Lodge rehab center after learning his son got high at Highgrove.

Harry also admitted to pot-smoking and boozing at the local Rattlebone Inn, a few miles from Highgrove – getting high for the first time with a pal in an outhouse next to the pub.

The visit to rehab, during which Harry listened to the horror stories of hard-core drug addicts, was said to have “scared him straight,” and he hasn’t used drugs since.

While marijuana is illegal in Britain and the drinking age is 18, those restrictions didn’t stop the then-16-year-old Harry over the summer.

“Harry was a player. His good looks and royal status had young girls flocking to him – and he used Highgrove to his advantage,” a source in London told The Post.

Locals revealed Harry used the Rattlebone as a recruitment center for the women he would invite back to his dad’s estate, locals said.

“How would you like to come back to my palace for a drink?” pub regulars at the Rattlebone quoted Harry as asking numerous female patrons last summer.

“He came quite often. Of course, a lot of young girls from villages ’round here would come to try to catch his eye. You can hardly blame them, can you?” pub regular David Bragg told London’s Mail on Sunday.

It was also revealed that Harry became embroiled in a bitter fight with a French worker at the Rattlebone last summer.

When the employee asked him to leave, Harry reportedly called him a “f- – -ing frog,” London’s Sunday Times said.

The drugs-and-booze scandal is the latest blot against Princess Di’s youngest son, whose past behavior has tagged him as a spoiled brat of privilege.

During a shooting party at the Duke of Westminster’s Grosvenor estate two years ago, the prince disgraced himself by getting drunk and throwing up across the bar.

“Harry was legless and speechless. The catering staff were appalled because they were left to clear up the vomit,” one eyewitness said.

Prince William was said to be “livid” at the behavior, commenting, “He’s my brother, but he is a bloody liability.”

Harry is also reported to have thrown bottles and drunkenly abused teenage girls during a holiday in Cornwall two summers ago.

“Harry was sitting on a wall outside a pub. In between throwing cider bottles, he was vomiting behind the wall. He is one of the most revolting people I’ve ever met,” one girl told the Mail.

The mother of another teen staying at Cornwall said the prince’s attitude to women was “intolerable.”

“They are there to be used and abused, touched up and mucked about with,” she said.

British Prime Minister Tony Blair last night commended Prince Charles for the way he dealt with Harry as “very responsible” and “very sensitive.”

In 2000, Blair’s then-16-year-old son, Euan, was found drunk and passed out in London’s Leicester Square

Interesting! Thank you❤️

[brewyork]

A-B to sell off Blue Point to owner of Montauk Brewing Co.

A blockbuster deal in beer this week that involves Anheuser-Busch selling off some of its craft beer assets will have local implications here in New York. Blue Point Brewing in Patchogue is among eight brands that A-B will sell to Tilray Brands, a Canadian cannabis company that has been growing its craft beverage portfolio since first acquiring Georgia-based SweetWater Brewery in 2020. Tilray more recently acquired Montauk Brewing Co. late last year.

A-B is selling eight brands in full: Blue Point, 10 Barrel, Red Hook, Widmer, Breckenridge, and Shock Top in the beer space, plus Square Mile Cider and HiBall Energy. The all-cash deal is expected to close at the end of the year, and indications are that the brands sold for an estimated $85 million.

In New York, the deal essentially merges Long Island’s two biggest beer brands. The transaction will include Blue Point’s production space and taproom in Patchogue, opening up the opportunity for consolidating production of Montauk’s core brands in-house (most are currently contract brewed). There are other regional synergies in the broader deal, with four Pacific Northwest brands all coming into Tilray’s portfolio, and the acquisition of Breckenridge Brewery aligning with the company’s existing ownership of Breckenridge Distilling.

Tilray has been investing heavily in Montauk this year following acquiring the brand, expanding their distribution footprint across several markets, including Upstate New York and most recently eastern Pennsylvania last week. Time will tell if similar investments will be made in Blue Point, or any of the newly-acquired brands.

[justiceheartwatcher]

Here Are All the Brands Owned by Bud Light's Parent Company Anheuser-Busch

The Michelob brands, Natural Light and Natty Daddy, Cass, Castle, Corona, Harbin, Estrella Jalisco, Aguila, Beck’s, Stella Artois, Jupiler, Kona, Leffe, Landshark Lager, Modelo, Presidente, Hoegaarden, Labatt, Hurricane, Rolling Rock, Skol, Johnny Appleseed, Shock Top and Quilmes.

Alas, Corona takes its second unlucky hit since sales declined during the viral pandemic that took the beer’s name in 2020, and a pivot to Michelob will not serve American customers looking to direct their money elsewhere.

The Western Journal also provided a list of “other brands that partner with” Anheuser-Busch, which includes:

10 Barrel Brewing, Appalachian Mountain, Blue Point, Breckenridge Brewery, Cisco Brewers, Devils Backbone, Elysian, Four Peaks, Golden Road, Goose Island, Karbach Brewing, Omission Balanced Brewing, Platform Beer Company, Red Hook, Square Mile Cider Company, Veza Sur Brewing, Nirture Cider, Wicked Weed Brewing, Widmer Brothers Brewing, Wynwood Brewing, Hi Ball Energy, Babe, Nutrl, Cutwater Spirits and Ritas.

Perhaps these brands are not plagued by a “fratty” customer base similar to that from which Bud Light until recently suffered, but maybe “out-of-touch” Americans have been purchasing some of these products after all.

The endurance of the Bud Light boycott and how much it spreads to these ancillary brands is yet to be seen.

[out-of-control]

NEW

words: 1055

warnings: none

summary: Their second new years together.

They don’t go out for New Year’s. Instead, they curl up on the couch together under a thick blanket, Jax’s laptop propped up on Jim’s knee, and shoot the shit as they watch a livestream of the Times Square festivities. 

Jax can’t remember the last New Year’s Eve he spent sober. He must have been in middle school. It’s strange, to be at home, lucid on his couch instead of loitering around some stranger’s house, trying to get as loaded as possible before the ball drops. He casts about for Jim’s hand beneath the blanket, and squeezes.

Midnight rolls around. They watch the bedazzled globe descend, tiny and bright on the laptop screen. As soon as it hits the roof of One Times Square, Jax turns his head to the side and kisses Jim. Jim kisses back easily, and Jax smiles faintly against his lips. They break apart. Jax feels so warm beneath the blanket, with Jim pressed up against his side. In Times Square, “Auld Lang Syne” has begun to play. 

“Hey, c’mere,” Jax says quietly, setting the laptop down and standing up off the couch. Jim follows suit. Jax steps in close and positions them so that their hands are clasped together, Jax’s arm wrapped around Jim’s back. 

It’s not so much a dance as it is a sway, but as the strains of music struggle through the tinny speakers on Jax’s laptop, he thinks it might still be his nicest New Year’s Eve yet. “Auld Lang Syne” transitions into “New York, New York.” Jax tucks his forehead against Jim’s shoulder and holds him a little tighter. 

“I’ll make a brand new start of it,” Sinatra croons from the laptop. “In old New York.” A couple letters and about ten miles off, Jax thinks, but close enough. 

He lifts his head, kisses Jim on the cheek, then steps away, to the kitchen. Jim follows him, watches as Jax retrieves the Martinelli’s from the fridge and pours them a couple of sparkling ciders. “Clink me, man,” Jax says with a slight grin, holding out his glass. 

Jim returns his grin and picks up his glass. He hesitates a moment, probably trying to think of something poetic to mark the occasion, but decides to go with: “To not having miserable sex in a stranger’s bathroom,” and clinks their glasses together.

Jax snorts and takes a drink. “Cheers. Now we can have miserable sex in our bathroom.”

“Nah, we already did that this last year, too,” Jim muses into his drink, and takes another sip.

Jax makes a face. “Fair. Maybe we try for sex that isn’t miserable?”

Jim gives him a solemn nod and chuckles a little. “Now that’s a resolution I can get behind.”

Jax grins and grabs Jim by the collar of his shirt, gently pulling him into a kiss, just because he wants to. “Happy New Year, baby,” he says, and releases Jim. “You got any real resolutions?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” Jim returns easily, and shrugs. “I dunno, It’s kinda cheating to go with stop being so goddamn mentally ill when I put that one in motion like a month ago,” he squints, considering. “Maybe smoke more. I’ve got enough on my plate already,” he decides. “You?”

Jax leans back against the counter, cradling his sparkling cider. “I don’t know, I– I was kind of talking to Alice the other day.” He sips his drink, then scratches the back of his neck. “About, maybe, like. Seeing if she can help hook me up with a shrink.”

A smile spreads its way across Jim’s face, bright and toothy and genuine. “No shit?” he asks, and presses a sweet kiss to Jax’s cheek. “I think that’s a great idea.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Jax says, feeling awkward. “They’ll probably just tell me it’s all because of my childhood or some bullshit like that. But,” he sighs, curls his spine a little. “Dunno. Figured I’d give it a shot.” He traces the rim of the glass with a finger. “It’s been a rough year.”

“Yeah,” Jim says softly, looking pensive. “Well, turns out, rambling on about your problems to a stranger doesn’t kill you, and actually makes you kinda feel better about it. Speaking from my extremely seasoned experience of about a month.” He gently brushes a knuckle on the back of Jax’s hand and gives him another kiss, on the lips this time. “Not much to lose trying it out.”

Jax slings his free arm around the small of Jim’s back, holding him close. Jim’s quiet reassurance curls around his ears, seeps into his brain. “Yeah, well. Guess that’s my resolution, then.”

Jim rests the side of his head on Jax’s shoulder, putting a hand on Jax’s bicep and squeezing a little. “I’m proud of you, you know that?”

Jax blows a puff of air onto Jim’s ear. “I know that,” he says, aiming for the verbal equivalent of an eyeroll but not quite making it. “I know that,” he repeats to himself, quieter. Very few people are ever proud of Jax, and even fewer actually say so. 

“Yeah, well,” Jim picks his head up and gives Jax a third kiss, really hammering it home. “I’m proud of you.” he says, to his face this time. Jax closes his eyes briefly, feels Jim’s thumb stroking on his arm. Suddenly he’s overcome by how fiercely he loves Jim, how much Jim loves him back, how terribly he wants to be the kind of man who’s worthy of that kind of love. Maybe this will be what puts him on that path.

“Thanks,” he says quietly, then: “Hey, since I’m a square now. Think I’m gonna head to bed soon.”

Jim snorts and sips his drink. “Well, I’d better come tuck you in, then.”

“Shut up,” Jax says, smiling. 

“Yeah whatever,” Jim rolls his eyes and polishes off his drink. He takes Jax’s hand, tugs him along to their room. Under the covers, Jax reaches over to turn off the light, and Jim slings an arm around him once he settles. “Happy New Year, baby.” he says quietly.

Jax takes hold of Jim’s wrist, clutches Jim’s forearm against his chest, tangles his fingers in Jim’s. “Happy New Year, sweetheart,” Jax whispers back, and for once, he feels like it just might come true.

#words

[nwbeerguide]

Bellingham brewery Kulshan Brewing announces the re-opening of their Trackside Beer Garden May 4th 2024.

image courtesy Kulshan Brewing Press Release Get ready to kick off the start of summer at Kulshan Brewing’s Trackside Beer Garden for its highly anticipated season opener on Friday, May 3rd! Located in the heart of Bellingham at “The Portal” Waterfront Container Village, Trackside Beer Garden is primed for its 4th season, promising unforgettable experiences for beer lovers and families alike.  Nestled right on the Bellingham waterfront and adjacent to the pump track, Trackside Beer Garden offers a unique and vibrant atmosphere where guests can enjoy the sunshine and Bellingham Bay breezes while sipping on their favorite Kulshan brews. With its distinctive setting fashioned out of used shipping containers, Trackside has been hailed by Forbes magazine as "The Raddest Beer Garden in the Pacific Northwest," and this year, it's back and better than ever!  All summer long, Trackside will be bustling with activity, hosting weekly live music performances, a psychedelic rock music festival, and participating in community forward events like NW Tune-Up Festival and Noisy Waters Mural Festival. With events and activities for all ages, Trackside is the ultimate destination for summer fun in Bellingham.  On Friday, May 3rd the season opener festivities will feature live music by "Mackinaw Cruiser" with band members Miles Harris, Kevin Chryst and Jeff Ballew from 6-8pm, followed by a DJ set to close out the night from 8-10pm. The season opener event is open to all ages and your well behaved dog-friends, ensuring that everyone can join in on the fun.  Kulshan Brewing is also thrilled to announce that tickets are now on sale for Trackside’s first 21+ event of the season, Beer Prom, a collaborative fundraiser event benefiting Lydia Place. On Saturday June 1st, Beer Prom will showcase nine world-class beer collaborations from 18 Washington breweries, promising an evening of remarkable flavors and good vibes, all for a great cause. Visit kulshanbrewing.com/beerprom for more information! Stay connected and up-to-date on all the exciting events happening at the Trackside Beer Garden by following @trackside_by_kulshan and @kulshanbrewery on Instagram. Get ready to revel in the magic of Trackside where every day is a new adventure!  Trackside’s Hours of Operation through May:  Thursday-Saturday // 11am - 11pm  Sunday // 11am - 9pm  Open everyday after Memorial Day, Monday 5/27  Kulshan Trackside Brewery and Beer Garden  298 West Laurel Street Bellingham, WA 98226  Featuring 20 taps of Kulshan Brewing’s year-round, seasonal, and limited release offerings, – as well as wine, cider and N/A beverages – Trackside Beer Garden is Bellingham’s favorite seasonal outdoor beer garden and events venue!  Trackside Beer Garden hosts a variety of events throughout the summer, featuring a robust live music schedule to keep you dancing all over our 25,000 square feet of beer garden. We’re family and dog-friendly, so bring everyone you know to enjoy craft beer and a wide variety of food, ice cream and other fun offerings from our awesome neighbors within “The Portal" Waterfront Container Village. Find us on the Bellingham waterfront adjacent to the pump track! Trackside! Get it!? Bring a friend or bring 15, we have plenty of room! from Northwest Beer Guide - News - The Northwest Beer Guide https://bit.ly/4aUCD3f

#Craft Beer #Beer #News

[theblondegoesabroad]

Day 65

Tuesday 5th July 2022

Today I was motivated. Well half motivated. We still had a sleep in. Since we were at a camp site we made the most of being able to sleep in without a worry. At 7.30 though I was up and decided to make the most of the showers and go for a run before we left. I haven’t been running much lately but mainly because it is sweaty work and I like to be certain of being able to properly wash off. So this morning I tracked out a loop from the campsite and went for a run. Left Benoit in bed with his book and then his tax return to do. It was a tough run. It had been a while and the route seemed to pass across every gorge in the area so lots of hills but it was nice to get out there. An hour and a bit later I was back at the campsite. Showered and clean. Then we made our morning tea and coffee with cereal yogurt and fruit for breakfast. It was delicious. A “relaxing” way to start the day. At around 10.30 we left the campsite and headed to York. It wasn’t initially on my itinerary but Dougal recommended it to me as well as some places to go so we swapped a few things around and headed to York. We started our tour of the city with visiting the Treasurers house. A manor in the city center right next to the main cathedral the Minster of York. There was a house tour just starting when we arrived so we joined that (thanks national trust) the house was rather impressive. Another house designed for entertaining. This one was inspired by so many different architectural and design eras. It was as if you stepped into a different period with each room which was exactly the effect that the owner wanted. It was neat and the tour explained a lot about the design as well as the various ghost stories of the house. Apparently it is frequented by many ghosts that even some of the guests have seen. After our tour without any ghost sightings we spent the rest of the afternoon being tourists. We checked out the minster ans churches. Apparently York has the most churches per square mile than any other town in the UK and I’m not surprised. From pretty much anywhere we were we could see at least three churches. The old town is stunning and packed with history from the romans to the Vikings. The streets are small and cobblestones. The shops are a good mix of nice boutiques, cafes, pubs and vintage shops. It was really a lovely town. A lot of charm packed into one place. Not too big. It was easy walking. We both enjoyed it. Probably the best town we have seen so far. And to think we were just going to miss it! We finished off the day with a drink at The Maltings. A pub that Dougal recommended because he used to work there. It was neat, a very cool English pub vibe and for the first time we weren’t disappointed with our beer! Normal English pints are warm and flat, and we have tried enough that we even considered only ordering ciders from now on. But this pub had a few beer awards so we took the risk and phew the beer was icy cold, bubbly and a good ipa. A triple win. We left York with a smile on our face. This evening we headed quickly to the supermarket to pick up some things for breakie tomorrow and then off to our camping spot for the evening. Dinner, tea and bed. Love kate xxx

[goodspiritsnewsat]

GSN Brews News: January 4th 2022 Edition

GSN Brews News: January 4th 2022 Edition

Baltimore, Maryland’s DuClaw Brewing Company has launched three new seasonal beers. First up is Spruce Willis, an 8.2% abv double IPA named for the famed actor from the Die Hard series of action movies. Next up is the PastryArchy Macchiato Milk Stout, a 6.5% abv beer brewed with vanilla beans and DuClaw’s own coffee blend. Finally, DuClaw has released Sour Me Pomegranate, Passion Fruit, & Plum, a…

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#& Plum #Black Ale #Bourbon Barrel Brownie #Bulleit whiskey #Citra Lager #diageo #Dry January Survival Kit #DuClaw Brewing Company #Hairless Dog Brewing #India Pale Ale #Passion Fruit #PastryArchy Macchiato Milk Stout #Peach Lemonade Hard Cider #Raspberry Lemonade Hard Cider #Sour Me Pomegranate #Spruce Willis #Square Mile Cider #West Sixth Brewing

[pnwdasme-blog]

Drink Local.

“Semi-dry - Just like the Pacific Northwest”

#portland #portland oregon #square mile #square mile cider #pacific northwest #pnw #cider #hard cider #salt and pepper #bamboo #salt n peppa #salt n pepa #square mile cider co #pure pnw

[bizprofiles-blog]

Craft Brew Alliance, Inc. Brewing for Growth

Craft Brew Alliance, Inc. Brewing for Growth

An independent craft brewing enterprise, Craft Brew Alliance, Inc. brews, brands, and brings to market premier American craft beers. Based in Portland, Oregon, the Company is one of the largest craft brewing companies in the United States. Craft Brew Alliance operates breweries and brewpubs across America. Its beers are available in all 50 U.S. States and also in 30 different countries worldwide.

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#beer #beers #brewers #craft beer #craft beers #craft brew alliance #Kona Brewing #master distribution agreement #Oregon #Portland #square mile cider #strategy

[savoies]

happy new year! - kirby dach.

summary: entering the new year with kirby and friends.

word count: 768.

warnings: one or two slight bad words, come on they're hockey boys and mentions of alcohol.

a/n: happy new years eve or new years for those in different timezones. i got many nye ideas (thank you) but i couldn't sleep at 2am so decided to write the simplest one. enjoy! thanks to all the anons who helped form ideas into this blurb! also @makarsy thank you for all the help!! ily.

Taglist (on blog info found in bio): @hartsyhart @boesxr @mitch-slap @frostythegoalman @kirbysdch  @aria253264 @thelionkingpw @damn-dunner-29 @josty @kaitieskidmore1 @kiedhara @laurenairay @teenagekook @alxvlasic @hockeyallthetime ​ @barzy-baby @bigboigritty @puckshitbitch @makarsy @mems06 @dunnwithlyfe  @connormcdavo .

tagging a few friends: @allisonxmoynihan @bestestbenn @vinceduhn .

(*credit to gif owner*)

Adam was throwing a small new years party. honestly it was a simple way to get drunk and dress up with friends (well those who were of age of course). you and kirby were well not of age but to adam's extent because he really wanted you to go for some reason, there was apple cider. Which of course you were always quite excited for.

so fast forward a few hours here you were in your shared apartment running around trying to get ready for the party which somehow you were running late to according to kirby because you had to get there at five and not six.

"we are running late! Hurry up." Kirby said as he pulled his pants up.

"Oh says the one who has their pants half up. Also this is your fault for wanting to take a pre-party nap." You told him as you placed the finishing touches of your outfit.

"Hey if you want me to stay up till midnight i needed it." Kirby looked at you all defensive. 

"I still don't understand why we have to be there so early. I mean what are we gonna do for five hours." You told him as both of you headed out the door.

Your relationship with Kirby to say the least was odd. You were friends for a while and before he left for wjc you guys had even gone on a few dates. But since his injury and coming back to Chicago you didn't really know where both of you stood. I guess you would find out tonight in the answer of receiving a midnight kiss or not.

"Adam will have something figured out, or at least i hope so." Kirby said as he reached for your hand and a small blush arose on your cheeks.

~~~

Soon upon arriving at Adam's apartment you walked in and around stood a few of Kirby's teammates and their so's. 

"Look who finally decided to join us." Adam spoke as he hugged both of you and guided you to the kitchen.

After some time everyone was sat down wherever they could find a spot watching some of the boys play a videogame.

"When you said Adam would think of something i didn't think everyone would be playing video games in fancy clothes but honestly i like the vibe." You whispered in Kirby's ear as you got up and got a drink from the kitchen. 

"So are you going to get a midnight kiss tonight?" Adam asked you as he walked up to you with a drink in hand.

"Oh im not really sure." You laughed trying to cover up a hint of sadness cause honestly you had no idea whatsoever.

"Well i can tell you that Kirby likes you hell even loves you. Anyone can see it from a mile away." Adam spoke up with a slight slur to his words. You pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind thinking that it was just the alcohol talking but as you stood in the kitchen talking to one of his closest friends Kirby couldn't stop himself staring at you imagining what it would be like to kiss you at midnight.

~~~~

Ten minutes before the countdown all of you stood in the kitchen with some sort of beverage in your cup. Couples wrapped up in eachothers arms. Kirby's hand around your waist. As time ran out you were happy to just spend it with him. Kiss or no kiss.

~~~

Time squares ball drop streamed on the TV in front of you as five minutes were shown on the screen.

~~~

10…

You looked all around everyone starting to countdown.

9…

You looked up at Kirby as he was already starting down at you.

8…

"Look im not sure where we stand..." Kirby spoke up.

7…

"But i like you a lot. I mean i might even love you…"

6…

"And im not saying this to scare you away…"

5…

"But i just needed to tell you…"

4….

"Kirby I love you too." You told him.

3..2..1

"Ahh fuck it." He said as he leaned in and kissed you into the last few seconds until midnight.

"Happy New Year!" Was heard all throughout the small apartment. You were glad to ring in the new year with Kirby and your friends surrounding you. 

“Ready for a whole year of this?” Kirby looked up at you.

"I think i can handle it." You said as you placed a quick peck on his lips and parted as you hugged your friends thinking of all the new memories to come.

#ari speaks #hockey boys #hockey #kirby dach #kirby dach x reader #team canada #chicago blackhawks #adam boqvist #nhl blurbs #nhl blurb #hockey blurbs #hockey blurb #ari writes

[teenwolffanclub-me]

Haunted House

(Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Request: What about a haunted house with Stiles?? I love the adrenaline rush but also I think it would be hilarious for someone who deals with literal supernatural creatures to go to a haunted house 😂

Word count: 1,315

Warnings: none, just haunted house shenanigans

Notes: I added Scott bc I couldn’t help myself, hopefully that’s okay! Also, send me more fall themed requests bc I’m obsessed!!

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A high pitched scream echoed through the small hallway, making you recoil back in fear.

A broad-shouldered figure rammed into your front as they tried scurrying away from whatever had startled them. The boy turned to face you, his chocolate eyes wide with panic.

“What? What was it?” A shaky voice rushed out from behind you.

“I don’t know. I thought I saw something.” The boy’s eyebrows rose sheepishly as he shrugged.

You slapped a hand against his chest for scaring you unnecessarily. “Scott, get it together. You’re literally a fucking werewolf!”

He frowned at you, offended by your accusatory tone. This haunted house was scary as shit already, and the three of you had barely gotten ten feet inside. Werewolf or not, this was not his idea of fun.

As if on cue, an angry voice shouted urgently from the entrance. “Get a move on! We have a line out here!”

“You heard her.” You swept your arm forward, gesturing for him to finish leading the way.

He scoffed, already feeling terrified enough for one night. “No way.”

You swiveled around to look at the boy behind you, catching a glimpse of his wide-eyed expression before he forced it into a more neutral one. He squared his shoulders and cleared his throat, glancing between his two partners-in-crime quickly.

“Fine. Sure. I-I’m not even scared, so...” He brushed past both you and Scott, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes in disbelief.

“Okay, Stiles.” If you knew one thing about him, it was that he liked to pretend he was fearless.

Realistically, you all knew this was fake. This wasn’t even one of those haunted houses that required a waiver or anything. It was literally put on by the high school’s theater department.

Plus, you’d already been through enough real terrors to supply a lifetime of nightmares. Jackson turning into a murderous kanima, Allison’s psychotic grandpa, a pack of alphas, and an ancient nogitsune to name a few. But there was just something about teenagers covered in fake blood jumping out of the dark that never failed to get your heart pumping.

Stiles took a few tentative steps forward and you looked at Scott expectantly when he didn’t move. The two of you fought silently for a few seconds, both jerking your arms in his direction, insisting the other go first. After a few long moments you finally relented with a scowl, rushing to catch up.

You crowded up close to Stiles’ back and grabbed one of his hands for comfort. You weren’t going to admit it to either of them, but you were actually pretty scared. Stiles spazzed wildly at the unexpected contact, whipping around to face you with wide eyes.

“Holy fuckin’ shit! Don’t do that!” He whispered harshly, his heart racing in his chest. He literally thought he was dying for a second there.

You looked at him incredulously and quietly yelled right back. “Are you kidding me right now? I thought you weren’t scared.”

His honey eyes twitched at your mocking tone before he begrudgingly turned back around. You walked forward slowly, hand in hand, for only a second before a room to your right illuminated to show a man dressed as a farmer. He was using a chainsaw to cut someone, who was suspended up like a scarecrow, in half.

It was a combination of the jarring volume of the saw, the guy’s maniacal laughter, and his victims screams that had you bolting up the narrow hall.

You put a hand on your chest as you tried catching your breath. Stiles hunched over, resting his hands on his knees for support as his chest heaved. You’d think he just tried to run a mile with the way he was gasping for air.

“Remember when I said that we should always listen to everything I say and never question any of my ideas ever?” Stiles huffed, looking up at you with a harsh glare.

You just smiled sheepishly. “I thought it would be fun...”

Fall had just started, after all. Beacon Hills tended to get freezing way too soon, and you wanted to soak up the autumn festivities while you could. Lydia and Kira had outright refused to come, despite your various attempts at bribery.

The boys were the only ones that usually humored you, anyway, so nothing was new there. Stiles turned back around and you continued down the path slowly, jumping at every single small noise or masked person who jumped out.

You were just beginning to think that you’d gone a suspicious amount of time without anything happening, when suddenly a person dressed in a terrible Freddy Krueger costume popped out of nowhere. Seriously, it looked like someone’s school project or something.

You screamed, more startled than actually scared. Stiles’ hands wrapped around your biceps and he shoved you in front of him, using you as a human shield. That plan only lasted a split second before he thought better of it and moved you behind him instead.

The guy’s yelling was all jumbled up beneath his mask, but he was determined to get a good scare out of you. When he slashed what you hoped was a fake knife at you, Stiles lunged forward and punched him right in the face.

Your jaw dropped in shock as the poor kid crumpled to the floor, moaning in pain. Stiles’ eyes widened in horror beside you. He was honestly more surprised than you that he’d just done that, but it was just his knee-jerk reaction to the sight of someone trying to hurt you.

He grabbed your hand tightly and speed-walked down the hall, ready to get the hell out of there. You happily let him drag you along, not wanting to be there anymore than he did. It was only after a few seconds that you realized you no longer felt Scott’s presence at your back.

“Wait!” You breathed, stumbling to a halt. You spun around only to confirm that he actually wasn’t there. “Where’s Scott?”

“Oh, Jesus. Are you kidding me with this? How did he get lost? There’s literally only one way you can go.” Stiles was more annoyed at the delay than anything. He just wanted to get this over with and drink some overpriced apple cider in the safety of the pumpkin patch outside.

“We have to go back.” You took a step in the direction you’d just come from, but had no choice but to stop as Stiles tightened his hold on you.

“Absolutely not.” He shook his head quickly and tugged you closer to his side. “He’s probably already dead, you know? He would want us to make it out of here. So we should really just—”

At that moment, someone popped out from behind a black curtain you hadn’t even noticed. Stiles spazzed beside you with a shout, dropping your hand to flail his arms upward before bolting down the hallway.

You stared at his retreating figure, jaw dropping at the way he’d just left you so easily. You glared at the masked stranger before stomping your way toward the exit, completely over this whole thing. Only a few moments later, you emerged from the haunted house, your narrowed eyes landing on Stiles as he bent over and clutched at his chest.

You were about to lay into him for abandoning you, when you caught sight of Scott sitting on a bail of hay a few feet away. He had the nerve to smirk at you in amusement, a cup of apple cider in one hand and a pretzel in the other. “Took you guys long enough.”

“We are never...” Stiles gasped for breath and raised an accusatory finger your way. “Ever doing anything like that again.”

You just rolled your eyes, knowing full well you’d force them into doing this again next year, and they would let you. 

#stiles stilinski #stiles x reader #scott mccall #stiles x y/n #teen wolf #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski fluff #teen wolf fic #stiles imagine #stiles stilinski fic #fall vibes #scott mccal imagine #scott mccall imagine

[quirkystoryteller01]

Log 9

October 31, 2021

 Halloween equates to movie marathons and snacking on tons of junk food and pizza. It’s been a tradition that has been going on since our high school days. Of course, these days my friends and I are lucky if we all can meet on Halloween because of our different schedules. Most years we either must celebrate it a few days early or a few days late.

 “May and I can pick up the pizza and drinks on our way over,” Rachael Stone replied over the loudspeaker on my phone.  I was at the table in the dining room, sketching in my sketchbook while we talked. “Anything else you want us to pick up at the store before we come over. Donuts maybe? Or Sprite and Dr. Pepper?”

 “Nah, I already bought the pop and candy yesterday while my folks and I were out grocery shopping,” I replied. “May and I were debating over either doing a Resident Evil marathon or the Underworld movies. Which sounds better?”

 “Um… You know I’m not a big fan of horror movies,” Rachael replied. “Can we at least sneak one comedy in between?”

 “Which one are you thinking about watching?” I asked as I worked on a Halloween theme sketch of some of my younger characters: Greg, Emma, Robin, Will, Trevor, and Shell.  Emma and Robin were the only humans in the group, while the rest were an assortment of hybrid type monsters. “I can go stop at the Red Box down on Alton square and pick one up.”

 “How about May and I bring one over? We have a lot of movies at home we can chose from,” Rachael replied thoughtfully. “We can bring over a Disney movie or two or something like that. We’ll have to look.”

 I could faintly hear May’s voice in the background. “How about Howl’s Moving Castle? We haven’t watched that one in a while.”

 “Howling’s Moving Castle sounds good to me,” I said. “By the way, I’ll pay you back for picking up the pizza and wings on the way over.”

 “It’s usually about thirty something, right?” Rachael said, estimating what the pizza and wings were going to cost altogether. “Don’t worry about paying us back. You’re always feeding May and I dinner when we come over, so don’t worry about the money.”

 “I know. I know,” I said dismissively and rolled my eyes.

 “Are we meeting up at your house first before heading over to the cabin or should we just meet over there instead?” Rachael asked wanting to know where we were going to meet up at.

 A little under a mile away from my house my family had built a cabin for when extended family members came into town. It was more like a house than a cabin, but hey, a lot of the furniture was donated by my aunts and uncles. The cabin sat in a dip in the hilly terrain, built next to the treelined at the back of the rolling fields that were apart of my family’s property.  

“How about we meet at the house and then head over?” I suggested.

 “So what time do you want us to head over at?”

 “How about five-thirty? I’m planning on calling Hometown Pizza around 4:30 since I’m pretty everyone and their brother will be ordering out tonight,” I replied.

 “Okay, so at five-thirty we’ll go get the pizza and wings, then stop by the store so I can pick up some hard cider and then we’ll see you at your house,” Rachael said going over what she and May needed to do before they came over for our Halloween movie bash over at the cabin. “You sure there’s nothing else we need to get for tonight?”

 “Maybe a jacket and hoodie incase the weather is nice enough later on for a fire,” I said with a hum. The forecast called for overcast skies and a chance for a drizzle, so the chances for a campfire was low, but it never hurt to hope for good conditions. It was one of those things everyone enjoyed the most when staying at the cabin. We had an old burn barrel from the barn that family members and friends enjoyed sitting around during campfires. It was the right size for a good size fire. Also, since we lived out in the country and nears the woods, so timber was always available.

 “Alright. Sounds like a plan. I’ll text you when we get the pizza, Jess,” Rachael said before hanging up.

#writing exercise #writing example #short writing #short Halloween writing piece #Happy Halloween #Halloween writing #original characters #writing wip #day in the life writing piece

[expectingtofly]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

tagged by @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover :)) i have no recollection of any opening lines of any of my fics so this will interesting lol

1) “This seems like a good spot,” Dean said, trying to hold onto both a wriggling Jack and two beach chairs. — Hold on Tight (4.5k)

2) “Clown!” Jack yelled, pointing at the entrance to the McDonald’s indoor play area. — Incident at Playgroup (2.7k)

3) “What’s in the box?” Dean asked, coming into the library to see Cas setting a large package on the map table with a huff. “Hey, name that movie.” — Take a Load Off (2.5k)

4) Dean was twenty-five when he first saw Cas on a stretch of road fifty-one miles outside of Golden, Colorado, on a sunny afternoon in August of 2004. If anyone asked him, he’d never admit to remembering all those details. But he did. — Drive Me Crazy (36.5k) (okay pretty proud of this one ngl)

5) Dean takes Cas’ hand as they step off the boardwalk into the sand still warm from the heat of the day. — honeymoon (716)

6) Dean was having a crappy Tuesday. And he’d had plenty of experience with bad Tuesdays. — Not Jealous (Okay, Maybe a Little... Maybe a Lot) (8k)

7) A dizzying pull, a rush of wind, then a lurching halt, and Castiel opened his eyes to darkness. — Only an Angel (43.5k)

8) Castiel knelt on the grass to pull up some stubborn weeds in the garden lining the front of his newly-bought house. Sign Here (4k)

9) “Happy birthday to me,” Dean muttered, cracking open another beer. — January 24th (2k)

10) A few years ago, Dean and Castiel moved out of the bunker and into a small house with tall trees in the backyard and a front porch that creaked in the wintertime. — Home for Christmas (1.7k)

11) “Fuck this,” Dean exclaimed, letting go of the wrapping paper he'd been trying to fold around around Jack’s Christmas present. — Just You (1k)

12) "You did it,” Dean said wonderingly, looking around the crowded street. — All Yours (2k)

13) “Wooh!” Jack cheered, running across the land behind the bunker. —Can't Take My Eyes Off You (1k)

14) “Hot apple cider! Two dollars a cup!” rang across the crowded town square as Dean pulled up the zipper of his coat, shoving his hands into his pockets. — Dancing in the Square (1k)

15) Dean didn’t want to admit it, but yes, he’d hung mistletoe in the bunker. — Fuck Mistletoe (2k)

16) “I thought we couldn’t listen to Christmas music,” Castiel commented as Dean turned up the radio in the Impala, the first notes of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas is You” filling the car. (So he liked the song—sue him, it was a classic). — It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas (566)

17) “You roll the dough out like this,” Sam said, demonstrating with the rolling pin. — Tradition (or, Two Hunters, a Former Angel, and the God of the Universe Walk into a Kitchen...) (1k)

18) “Home sweet home,” Dean joked when he opened the motel room door and flicked on the lights. — Because I Like You (632)

19) Dean opened his eyes to a bright, blue sky. “What the fuck?” he muttered, realizing he was lying on the ground outside. — One Hell (Heaven?) of a Situation (2.6k)

20) Dean opened his eyes to mountains. — Eternity (1k)

wow. did not realize i used the same opening line for those last two aksjsk. the amount of times i start a story with dean is... interesting

tagging @friendofcarlotta @ersatzangel @doctorprofessorsong @queen-rowenas @contemplativepancakes @psyleedee if any of y’all wanna do this :)

#tag game #this was a lot of fun!! #it's making me think about how im going to start my wips #expectingtofly masterlist #destiel fics

[onyxinc]

                         DECEMBER  9TH   :   MISTLETOE

𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊  𝐃𝐀𝐘  𝐎𝐍𝐄  :   tell  us  about  your  character’s  first  kiss  .

mentions   :   frank  and  carol  sullivan  ,  rose  morrison  . content  warning   :   alcohol   ,   food   ,   and   kissing   .

new  years  eve,  2014.   you’re  fifteen  years  old  and  you  and  seventy - five  other  people  are  packed  in  like  sardines.   as  you  and  your  parents  step  inside  the  two - story  row  house  five  doors  down  from  your  own,   all  you  remember  thinking  is  that  this  is  definitely  some  sort  of  fire  code  violation.   received  a  whopping  four  hours  earlier,   the  invitation  was  the  definition  of  a  pity  invite.   your  dad  had  run  into  marci  sherman  while  perusing  foodtown’s  bleak  spreadable  cheese  section,   and  she  thought  it  was  just  so  sad  that  the  man  who  heroically  repaired  her  washer  valve’s  plans  to  ring  in  the  new  year  consisted  of  a  quiet  night  in  with  the  family.

historically  speaking,   sullivans  weren’t  exactly  a  social  breed.   your  parents  kept  their  circle  to  a  modest  handful,   just  a  rotating  cycle  of  family  friends  who  swept  into  town  a  few  times  a  year  to  sip  boxed  wine  and  gush  about  how  big  you’ve  gotten.   despite  the  innate  lack  of  blood  relation,   you  were  instructed  to  call  these  people  aunt  and  uncle;   carol  was  an  only  child,   and  frank  hadn’t  spoken  to  his  brother  since  he  caught  him  stealing  from  the  plumbing  business  twelve  years  ago,   so  the  pickings  were  about  as  slim  as  the  selection  of  non - alcoholic  beverages  at  this  party.

you’re  tired.   you’re  bored.   you  can’t  stop  refreshing  words  with  friends  to  see  if  rose  played  her  turn,   despite  the  fact  that  it’s  been  almost  a  year  since  you’ve  so  much  as  heard  from  her.   ever  the  attentive  host,   mrs.  sherman  catches  you  staring  at  your  phone  and  promptly  swoops  in,   ushering  you  towards  her  son’s  bedroom  to  play  with  the  other  kids.   well,   for  one,   you  were  far  too  old  for  playing,   and  for  two,   paulie  sherman  was  eleven.   years  ago,   you  were  recruited  to  babysit  with  the  promise  of  twenty  bucks  in  your  pocket,   a  dream  that  died  the  moment  he  threw  his  xbox  controller  at  the  screen  and  pinned  it  on  you.   the  so - called  others  were  around  the  same  age,   if  not  younger,   with  the  exception  of  a  girl  named  jackie  who  introduced  herself  as  paulie’s  cousin  from  pennsylvania.

she  was  nice  enough,   though  she  wouldn’t  stop  talking  about  her  boyfriend  and  how  his  best  friends  list  on  snapchat  kept  flip - flopping  between  her  and  a  girl  from  his  youth  group.   pretty,   too,   even  with  a  scowl  on  her  face  and  a  mouth  full  of  braces  adorned  with  pink  and  aqua  rubber  bands.   after  an  agonizing  twenty  minutes  of  watching  paulie  and  his  school  friends  play  russian  roulette  with  a  nerf  pistol,   jackie  comes  to  the  conclusion  that  said  boyfriend  is,   in  fact,   cheating  and  asks  if  you  want  to  go  outside.

“   it’s,   like,   20  degrees  out.   ”   you  point  out,   and  your  ears  begin  to  burn  with  embarrassment.   low  of  20,   your  weather  app  said  that  morning,   feels  like  8.   did  pennsylvanians  not  feel  cold?   “   and  mrs.   sherman  said   —   ”

“   no  one’s  putting  a  nerf  gun  to  your  head.   ”   she  fires  back,   and  slips  out  the  door  with  you  scrambling  on  her  heels.

much  to  your  relief,   you  find  the  adults  are  far  too  drunk  on  spiked  cider  and  mr.  sherman’s  famous  wing  dip   (   equal  parts  canned  chicken,   blue  cheese,   and  frank’s  red  hot   )   to  notice  two  young  teens  slinking  through  the  crowd.   across  the  kitchen,   you  spot  your  parents  joined  at  the  hip,   being  subjected  to  a  never - ending  slideshow  reel  of  someone’s  myrtle  beach  vacation.   a  sharp  pang  of  pity  jabs  you  in  the  gut,   but  you  quickly  dismiss  it.   they  were  the  ones  who  made  you  come  here  in  the  first  place.   you  were  perfectly  content  to  sit  on  the  couch  eating  crescent  dogs  and  watching  ryan  seacrest’s  valiant  attempt  at  moving  his  facial  features.

two  minutes  later,   you’re  sitting  shoulder  to  shoulder  on  the  steps  of  a  splintered  deck,   watching  jackie  smear  a  thick  layer  of  goop  all  over  her  lips.   the  artificial  scent  of  sugar  cookie  commingles  with  the  chill  in  the  air  and  you  shove  your  hands  into  the  kangaroo  pockets  of  your  hoodie  to  keep  warm.   as  she  caps  the  tube  of  gloss  and  flashes  a  shy  smile  in  your  direction,   you  remember  thinking  she’s  going  to  kiss  me   —   but  you’ve  been  wrong  before.   more  times  than  you  could  count.

“   what’s  your  name  again?   ”   she  asks,   fiddling  with  her  necklace.   it  was  one  of  those  wire  pendants  shaped  with  a  pair  of  needle - nose  pliers  to  spell  out  one’s  name.   jaclyn,   hers  declared  in  spray - on  gold  cursive.

“   jason.   ”

“   hi,   jason.   ”

before  you  can  even  progress  the  bizarre  turn  this  night  has  taken,   she  leans  forward  and  sort  of   .  .  .   places  her  mouth  against  yours.   there’s  something  expectant  in  the  way  she  lingers,   as  if  she’s  waiting  for  you  to  unleash  your  expert  kissing  prowess  upon  the  world.   a  foolish  part  of  you  had  always  wanted  your  first  experience  to  resemble  the  famous  upside - down  kiss  from  spider - man,   though  the  technicalities  seemed  a  little  too  advanced  for  a  newcomer  such  as  yourself.   instead,   hands  not  budging  from  their  pockets,   you  make  a  feeble  at  attempt  at  kissing  her  back.   the  two  of  you  sit  there  for  a  few  moments,   lips  repeatedly  bumping  into  one  another’s  in  some  strange  ritual  dance  that  in  no  way  resembles  kissing,   and  when  the  sliding  door  opens  and  mr.  sherman  steps  outside,   you’re  just  glad  it’s  over.

when  the  dust  settles  on  the  initial  shock  of  being  caught,   jackie  puts  her  number  in  your  phone.   you  both  know  she’ll  never  hear  from  you,   and  it’s  undoubtedly  for  the  best.   by  the  end  of  winter  break,   she  and  her  boyfriend  would  reunite,   and  soon  enough,   youth  group  girl  and  new  years  boy  would  be  little  more  than  a  footnote  in  their  love  story.

it’s  eight  minutes  to  midnight  when  your  parents  finally  escape  the  trenches  and  flag  you  down  in  the  dining  room,   where  you’re  chowing  down  on  a  plate  of  sweet  and  sour  meatballs  in  solitude.   they  ask  if  you’re  ready  to  leave  and  you  cannot  agree  fast  enough.   the  three  of  you  shuffle  home  in  silence  and  the  whole  time,   you  can’t  stop  yourself  from  feeling  that  by  kissing  paulie  sherman’s  cousin,   you’ve  somehow  betrayed  your  norwegian  pen  pal.   god,   you  wish  you  stayed  home  tonight.

just  as  you  reach  the  doorstep,   the  sound  of  muted  cheers  erupts  throughout  the  block.   fifteen  miles  west,   the  ball  drops  in  times  square  and  if  you  listen  hard  enough,   you  can  almost  hear  the  opening  notes  of  auld  lang  syne.

you  watch  as  your  dad  stops  fumbling  with  his  keys  to  lean  over  and  give  your  mom  a  tender  kiss.   so  that’s  how  it’s  supposed  to  look.

#◞ * 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 : script . #opalsadvent #hello god

[kcowgill]

5k today on tired legs. Went out the door assuming it would suck and I wasn’t wrong. But because I knew it would suck, I was able to laugh about it.

Didn’t hurt that I was listening to Ten Junk Miles again. I had taken a break from listening during my hiatus, and only listened to my old running music playlist when I was getting back into the swing of running in January, but a week or two ago I loaded some episodes in my podcast app and started listening again (i.e. once I had some serious sights set on a 50 miler).

My wife offered to share the marathon training plan she’s been following for Boston*. Thanks but no thanks; the training for a 50 miler is completely different** and oh by the way here’s the mileage for my next 16 weekend runs starting at the end of March.

Assuming my target races aren’t cancelled.

We’re sheltering in place now by governors order. Fortunately there are some restaurants that are (for now) able to stay open (for only take-out/delivery), including the one where we ordered from Saturday night. Didn’t hurt that they’re also a brewery and are selling “howler”s of their home brewed cider. I finished mine the same night - no sense in letting it go flat. It’s now air-drying in a place of honor amongst bits of my hydration gear***.

Pleased to report that the few pedestrians and solitary runner I encountered were all practicing proper and appropriate social distancing.

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* I was following Boston Marathon cancellation/postponement updates a few weeks ago as though I were running it.

** Nevermind that I’ve completed 4 with one of them consisting of a cooldown after a 2.4 mile swim warmup and a 112 mile bike ride.

*** It’s in my basement galley kitchen. As it’s my basement, the HVAC is less effective, so through the winter I put squares of insulation in front of the windows.

#runblr