#montana bar

[graycard]

Bathroom selfie

#seattle #washington

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#montanabar #bar #graffiti #stickers #bathroomselfie #art

#seattle #graffiti #stickers #bathroom #bathroom selfie #Montana bar #washington

[mayanhandballcourt]

Photographer Arnaud Montagard

#photography #arnaud montagard #interior design #bars #montana #new topographics

[aesthetic-bbyg]

NEW OBSESSION ALERTT🚨🚨🚨

smash.

#rio goodgirls #rio #manny montana #goodgirls #good girls nbc #good girls show #rio x reader #rio smut #new obsession #men w tattoos #foaming at the mouth #knawing at the bars of my enclosure #passed tf out #for you

[cpahlow]

#saddles #bar #montana

[voltrixz]

Silver Sable and Shocker friendship real and true to me actually. Why? It's funny to think that Shocker is good friends with the ex of his boss's right hand man

#AND YOU KNOW HAMMERHEAD IS NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS #he hates that guy 😭😭😭 (hammerhead and shocker's dynamic will always be really funny to me(as well as really interesting) #but whatever!!! friendship win!!! i think the 2 are really chill with each other and have small chats over smoking cigarettes together #i think she would stop by his bar everynow and then too #and yeah yeah they're on different sides in the criminal underground yadda yadda but i dont think it really gets in the way of things #usually #for the bar like montana has rules set down similar to the bar with no name in the comic (no fighting inside no matter what opposing team #ur on or whatever grudge you have ) #and ourside of the bar when on work duty they have a friendly rivarly and immense respect for each other so yeah 👍 #friendship wins forever and ever #voltrix rambles #this may be a bit messy but ya know #tssm shocker #tssm montana #<i'll leave em there

[adelaidedrubman]

#to clarify for anyone unfamiliar with the us legal system bc the game itself gets it wrong: law licenses are state by state #and montana and georgia specifically have different bar exams #and multiple characters refer to him being a lawyer in the past tense. #which i think could allowably mean ‘‘before the reaping’’ or that it’s no longer his *primary* occupation #but i think ‘‘before he came to hope county’’ is more straightforward #and while i certainly think he was de facto operating as legal counsel for the cult and characters mention him doing so #most of what he was doing wasn’t anything that would require he actually be a lawyer #like he was just doing bribes and threats and negotiations any old guy could do that. #i don’t think his ass ever stood up in a court of law in montana and entered his appearance on a case. #and there would be several reasons he wouldn’t want to draw the heat of submitting to a fresh character and fitness exam to be admitted #(i do not acknowledge the dlc as canon but i begrudgingly admit it supports my argument here) #anyways. #this could be a fandom settled discussion i just missed. but people (including myself) often refer to him as a lawyer in present tense #so i am curious how many of us mean that as in literally licensed in montana #john seed #only polite discourse please

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

The Senator from Montana

CHAPTER TEN: The Bar Encounter    

Featuring Sen. Jon Tester  

I'm a twenty-five year old bartender at an Irish pub in Washington DC near the senate. It's Saturday and the United States Senate is grumpy because of a rare Saturday vote. Normally deserted on weekends, Capitol Hill is swarming with journalists, staffers and senators. I had just poured a drink when I glanced down the bar. There he was! Broad shoulder. Six feet tall. Pushing 300 pounds. Big arms. A flattop haircut and three fingers missing on this left hand (lost to a meat grinder at age nine).  

We normally don't see many politicians, but to my surprise, eating a plate of fish and chips was the burly senator from Big Sandy, Montana, Jon Tester. Just then as I was eying him down, he looked over and smiled at me. Truth be told, I‘m good looking and get lots of smiles and much more, but his smile was different. It seemed project at me.

Just then, I realized I poured the wrong drink and quickly decided to use it as an icebreaker.  

"This was a mistake, a Harp beer," I said holding aloft a frothy pint glass. "Anybody want it?"

Tester flashes a big grin and without missing a beat hollers, "Sold!"

Suddenly it's like we were the only ones there as walks up to the bar. His smile got bigger as I hand him the beer. Then I saw his blue eyes, yeaning for attention, for just a moment of lust. He immediately takes a sip from his drink then quickly turned his attention to me and say, "I bet a good looking young guy like you could clean up in a place like this.”

"I do with guys like you." I boldly said as I adjust my crotch and made sure he sees, but he just chuckles and finish off his beer.

"You really don't make any bones about it do you? He responded.

"Well senator, I was taught to say what's on my mind. I said.

"What's your name son." He asked.  

"Pete." I answered and smiled.

"Well, Pete, If you'd like to help me "clean up," meet me in the bath room in a few minutes sonny." He said. I couldn’t believe that someone so handsome and powerful was taking a shine to me. It sent chill bumps down my spine.

“Sure.” I said.

Then he winked at me as he got up from his barstool. I watched as he pushed his way through the crowd to the bathroom. God! Did he look wonderful! I knew that I should just chatted with him a moment and say goodbye, but I couldn’t. He was already under my skin like no other person had ever gotten.

A few moments later, I made my way to the bathroom and saw the same cowboy boots that the senator was wearing in the handicapped stall. No one else was in the bathroom, so I gave the door to the stall a knock. He slowly opened the door and I locked it behind me after I was in. Immediately Sen. Tester clutched me in his arms and we kissed. Suddenly a sense of urgency flowed from him as his kisses became desperate. He caressed my shoulders before sliding his hands down to my round ass and squeezed it as he crushed me to him. He kissed me for a long time before breaking his hold on me and we both panted for air.

"I'd sure like to fuck you, Pete." Sen. Tester whispered to me.

"I know, I know," I replied as he continued massaging my ass, "but I've never been fucked before."

The revelation that I was a virgin turned Sen. Tester's passion into a frenzy of deep kisses.

"How could I get so lucky with a virgin ass to fuck!" He sighed as grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me down to my knees. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his fat, semi-erect cock.  

"Suck it." He ordered.

In a rush of passion, I was taking the senator's huge cock in my mouth wrapping my lips around it and circling the underside with my tongue. I sucked on it firmly and felt it grow in my mouth, mushrooming out. After a moment I slide my lips further down the shaft till my nose touched his pubes. He held the sides of my head and began fucking my face, his hips moved slightly as I sucked on his cock.  

After a few minutes sucking his cock, Sen. Tester showed me his strength by reaching down and pulling me to my feet as though I was as light as a feather. Then he embraced me and pushed his old tongue into my mouth. Then he broke our embrace and put his lips to my ear and whispered, "I'm going to give a fucking you'll remember for the rest of your life."  

"Grab the toilet." He added as he reached behind me and pulled down my shorts.

Sen. Tester got behind me gripping my hips and spread my ass cheeks with his thumbs. He spat on my crack and especially my pale pink button of an asshole before pushing two of his fingers up my hole, it hurt a bit at first, but I soon got used to it. He finger fucked me for a few minutes and I knew that my rectum ached for Sen. Tester's cock to slip inside it. He promised to be gentle with me when he stuffed three fingers into it. My eyes watered a little with the pain but it soon passed and I thrilled at the tender finger fuck that Sen. Tester gave me. By now my own dick was throbbing with anticipation of getting fuck by the senator's cock.

I heard him spit into his hand then felt the pressure as he pushed the head of his into my man pussy. I found myself pushing my ass back against his dick as he shoved the head of his slippery dick into my asshole.

"Take my cock!" The senator said almost angrily as he gripped my hips firmly and rammed his dick into me.

I stiffened up from the searing pain of his brutal entry as he pulled his dick half way out of me and slammed it back inside my asshole. He stroked slowly, working the whole 6" into me till his hips pressed against my ass. But the tightness of my tube soon got to him and the senator started fucking me hard and fast as he grunted with pleasure. The old man pumped his plump man meat into me over and over again as I moaned and grunted like a whore getting fucked.

"You like my cock don't you." The senator said as he slapped my ass while he pumped his dick in and out of me.

"Yes, I love it. Love it." I answered. I was pushing back against his thrusts enjoying the sound of skin slapping together, and that hard dick pounding my ass.

"Damn, you've got one hot ass." The old man said as he fucked me harder and faster.

"Fuck, I'm cuming!" The old man cried out suddenly as he grabbed my by the shoulders and slammed his dick as deep inside of me as it would go and came! I screamed out with pleasure as I felt his hot cum fill my asshole. Seconds later, I too shot off without me even touching it.

"Be here tomorrow at the same time." Sen. Tester whispered before giving me a long grateful kiss.

Then he was gone and I was pulling up my pants as fast as possible. I walked toward the bathroom door slowly as my asshole was throbbing painfully. I didn't see any sign of the big old man when I got outside. Suddenly I had to walk over to one of the tables and sit down I was feeling so dizzy. And damn at the moment I had enjoyed it more than any sex act I had ever experienced. I knew that I would be looking forward to seeing the old man again the next day.

#The Senator from Montana #Jon Tester #fan fiction #The Bar Encounter #us senator #american politician #politician

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

I almost started this by saying, “well, this is it—things can’t get any dumber,” but then I remembered how many times that statement has turned out to be wrong. What triggered it this time was learning about Montana Senate Bill 235, because if that bill became law, schools in that state would be forbidden to teach science.

Ah. I see that, even after all this time, some of you are still reluctant to believe me when I report things like this. “I’ve trusted you so far, Kevin, to the point that I was about to start writing you a series of large checks on a monthly basis. But now I’m not so sure, because this cannot be real.” But it is. Here’s the Montana state legislature admitting it, and here’s the text of the bill:

“WHEREAS, the purpose of K-12 education is to educate children in the facts of our world to better prepare them for their future …, and to that end children must know the difference between scientific fact and scientific theory; and

WHEREAS, a scientific fact is observable and repeatable, and if it does not meet these criteria, it is a theory that is defined as speculation and is for higher education to explore, debate, and test to ultimately reach a scientific conclusion of fact or fiction.

BE IT ENACTED BY THE LEGISLATURE OF THE STATE OF MONTANA:

NEW SECTION. Section 1. Requirements for science instruction in schools.

(1) Science instruction may not include subject matter that is not scientific fact.

(2) The board of public education may not include in content area standards any standard requiring curriculum or instruction in a scientific topic that is not scientific fact.

(3) The superintendent of public instruction shall ensure that any science curriculum guides developed by the office of public instruction include only scientific fact.

(4)(a) The trustees of a school district shall ensure that science curriculum and instructional materials, including textbooks, used in the district include only scientific fact.

(b) Beginning July 1, 2025, a parent may appeal the trustees’ lack of compliance … to the county superintendent and, subsequently, to the superintendent of public instruction….

(5) The legislature intends for this section to be strictly enforced and narrowly interpreted.

(6) As used in this section, “scientific fact” means an indisputable and repeatable observation of a natural phenomenon.”

Emphasis added. So if this were to become law, kids in grades K-12 could be instructed only about “scientific facts,” and anything that isn’t a “scientific fact” would be purged from their textbooks. Just the facts—what could be wrong with that, the sponsor of this bill would probably say if you asked him? But of course the kicker is section six, which limits the definition of “scientific fact” to “an indisputable and repeatable observation of a natural phenomenon.” Indisputable. Under this bill, anything that can be disputed would fail to qualify as a “scientific fact,” and could not be taught to the children of Montana.

Taken literally, that would be pretty much everything short of a purely objective measurement. The sponsor probably doesn’t intend it to be taken that literally, and even if he did, stuff like basic chemistry and physics might survive. So kids would still learn to do more than, like, count things. But the word “indisputable” would dramatically limit what can be taught as “science.” (I realize I probably don’t need to explain this to you, but allow me to vent for a couple of paragraphs.) In fact, you could argue this would eliminate the scientific method itself, which is fundamentally about disputing things and trying to disprove hypotheses.

Well, it wouldn’t eliminate it, you just couldn’t teach kids in Montana about it.

The bill’s sponsor, Sen. Daniel Emrich, isn’t wrong to say that scientific facts should be “observable” and “repeatable,” but he’s plainly unclear on the concept of “theories,” as the preface to the bill shows. Theories are not “defined as speculation.” A particular “theory” might be speculative if it hasn’t been tested, but I think scientists would call that a “hypothesis.” A hypothesis that stands up to testing might get promoted to a “theory,” but that doesn’t mean it becomes “indisputable.” My understanding is that people are still disputing some of what Newton and Einstein thought about gravity, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t tell kids about it. Studies have repeatedly shown it works, even in Montana.

My guess would be that what Emrich is really after here is stuff like the “theory of evolution” or the “theory of climate change,” without actually saying so. He is free to dispute those, but he’s got First Amendment problems with trying to ban teaching them. And I agree that as the preface says, children “must know the difference between scientific fact and scientific theory,” but legislators should too.

To give credit where credit is due, Emrich has also sponsored a bill that would eliminate jail penalties for littering, and I’m completely on board with that one.

#us politics #news #op eds #lowering the bar #montana #2023 #science #trust the science #science bans #Senate Bill 235 #Montana state legislature #republicans #conservatives #gop #scientific facts #Daniel Emrich

[hollowboobtheory]

#im proud of this tiktok #i think im getting the hang if it #also peep my makeup #goth makeup extremely ungoth tshirt from some bar in montana #beck rambles #tiktok #paramore

[juuuuunaaaaaooooo]

Manny Montana as Romeo Vasquez in “Raising The Bar” (2009) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

#Manny Montana #MM #Manny project #manny filmography #manny gifset #Tv show #Raising the bar #actor

[mothmiso]

USA travels (2) (3) (4) by kurt schlosser

Via Flickr:

(1) motel key in St. Mary, Montana (2) cafe deer in Libby, Montana (3) rose plate in Portland, Ore. (4) empty bar in Portland, New Year's     

#keys #cw dead animal #taxidermy #metalwork #bar interior #usa #montana #oregon

[idsb]

Blahhhhh my work was testing me on classic cocktails today and I got a VERY easy one wrong and not because I didn’t know it but because they had the ingredient labeled weird so I second guessed how to make it and now I’m worried they’ll realize I’m an idiot who only half knows what I’m doing [partially true]

#it’s so weird cause like #the cocktail bar I worked in in Montana #was a NICE cocktail bar so I describe it as such on my resume #but it was also… so trashy lmfao #I was not taught anything properly and everything was just VIBEZ #if you don’t know how to make something just say we don’t have it #and like if you fuck up just don’t get seen by customers #cause it’s the only bar for 2 hours and you’re staying in the hotel nothing mattered #a whole disaster fshhdjdj

[patronsaintofposmodernity]

lo divertido que es explicarle a la gente the absolute insanity that is memorias de idhun........ en el momento en el que he mencionado jack intentando follarse a la dragona falsa la mesa parecía un cuadro barroco sobre la desesperación

#bueno y el momento embarazo?? una de mis amigas genuinamente ha estado a punto de salirse del bar porque no podía más #aunque todos están a topísimo con el hannah montana arc de christian #a mí me dais una situación social cualquiera y tengo el don de saber a la vez arruinarla y hacerla más entretenida #memorias de idhun

[cpahlow]

#jackson hole #montana #bar #Million Dollar Cowboy Bar

[hermesserpent-stuff]

more music inspired scenes. idk 

tw: violence tw: bar mention

Quentin is sitting in Montana’s bar, watching the people around him. His fingers tap a steady rhythm to the music that is playing over the speakers. Peter and Harry are over at the pool tables playing with Dan and Tink. Montana had to step away for a bit to handle some business. Quentin smiles a little to himself as Harry sinks a trick shot and Peter pats his friend on the back. They seemed to be having a good time.

He startles a little as someone touches his elbow. It is Montana. Odd. The man normally touches people on the shoulder. But that thought comes and goes pretty quickly. 

“Hey! You're back. Everything go okay?”

“Yeah. Everythin’ went just fine.”

“That's good to hear. Peter looks like he might need some of your pool expertise again. Ready to go help him?”

Quentin says, already standing up. Something flickers across Montana’s face.

“Actually I was hopin’ to talk to you about somethin’ privately. Mind if we step outside for a minute?”

Quentin tilts his head. Something is off about Montana’s eyes. They are not right. He cannot put his finger on it and he would rather take a moment to assess. He buys time.

“No one will overhear us here. Your music’s loud!” Quentin says with a laugh, “What's up?”

The briefest flash of irritation.

“I'd rather not. There is still that chance that we’ll be overheard. And it's somethin’ I want to talk to just you about. There are very few people that I would trust with this information.”

A hand on his elbow once more, pulling just slightly. Quentin is thrown by the admission of trust. He goes a few steps with the man and then he stops. Something is not right. He twists his arm out of ‘Montana’s’ hand. 

“I said that no one would hear us. Just give me an overview. I don't love the idea of leaving Harry without saying anything. If it seems like something that we have to talk about now, I’ll tell him that I’m stepping out.”

‘Montana’ grabs his elbow, pulling once again, accent thickening.

“I'm sure the kid will be fine for a few minutes.”

That snaps it into place for Quentin. Montana always wanted the kids to feel safe and okay. Maybe even over-catered to them at times. But to dismiss a potential need is nothing like the man. Quentin grabs a drink from a nearby table, hopes Montana will forgive him for dirtying the floor, and then chucks it at the imposter's face. As the man is sputtering, Quentin punches his face, breaks from the way too-tight grip, and moves towards the pool tables. ‘Montana’ recovers and comes after him. But Dan steps in, something dark in his eyes.

“Bossman, I think you’re gonna need to explain why Quentin felt the need to toss a drink at you and deck you in the face. Back off for a minute.”

“That’s Chameleon. Not Montana.”

“Oh. That makes things a lot simpler.”

Dan spins his pool cue and takes multiple steps forwards, murderous intent present in his eyes. Peter and Harry are pulled back by Tinkerer who has an angry glare sitting on his face. Quentin digs his hands into his pockets to see if he has anything to toss at the man.

“Leave by choice. Or leave in a casket. I prefer casket. But Montana would hate to waste a cleaning job on an insignificant rat.”

  Dan taps the floor twice with the pool cue and the other patrons get the message. They move to the sides of the room. Chameleon takes a half step back. Of course, he is not going to fight. The man was a man of words and shadows, not fists. 

“Oh, I'm a bit more mad about the face stealin’ to be frank. A bit of a cleanup wouldn't bother me none.”

The real Montana steps in through the entryway, rage burning at the edges of his frame. Quentin finds a tension slipping from his shoulders that he had not realized had been sitting there.

“I just came to talk to Quentin about a business proposal.”

The man tries to wheedle.

“The answer is no.”

Quentin responds.

“You haven’t ev-”

“I don't need to hear it. I thought I made it extremely clear. I am not going to work with you. Find someone else to manipulate into your stupid ideas. You're smart enough to get yourself out of prison, you're smart enough to pull off whatever hair-brained scheme you have now.”

Quentin lets his own rage burn across his tongue. 

“Is that what this is about? Me escaping prison without you? I'm sorry that I didn't have the resources to get more than just myself out. I know that makes me a bad partner.”

The man is no longer faking Montana’s accent. Quentin’s heart screams at the carelessness. 

“This is not about that! This is about you lying to everyone about everything!! Even your teammates. You never believed anything you said. Never meant half of what you said about being a team. About being friends! I can't work with someone that I'm always second-guessing their intentions. Every word, every gesture, every look, has to be decoded and analyzed and worried over. What's real? What's part of your sick game? I refuse to live or work like that. I have a very good team now, and will not give them up for anything. Take the no and leave me and my family alone!”

And the outpouring of rage leaves Quentin tired.

“Just leave. Please. If you ever meant any word of us being friends, or even just work acquaintances, leave.”

Chameleon takes the out, but more out of self-preservation than for assuaging any of Quentin’s pains. He is grateful for the gentle hugs and soft words, but he knows that Chameleon might try something else again in the future. It is hard to relax.

#tw: violence #tw: bar mention #tssm mysterio #tssm montana #tssm #spider nephew au #hermes speaks #music #fanfiction writing

[waluigisgaybf]

Maybe it’s just because Im a midwest bitch, but you really aren’t living until you’ve had cheese curds-

#plain curds is delicious #BUT OH MAN BEER BATTERED CURDS ARE HEAVEN #Didn’t realize they were midwest specific for years #until in Montana at a bar and grill they didn’t even know wtf I was talking about #and I was so fucking stunned and appalled #cheese #cheese curds #midwest #midwest cheese #minnesota