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"Good morning.. a long walk on the beach sounds nice, but sex on the beach sounds even better. I'm not a big drinker, but the drink sounds sweet.. a Caribou Lou or a long island iced tea. I don't know about you, but on a hot summer day.. an alcomaholic drink seems to be the key."
I want to get drunk.. on you - eUë
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151 Rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come
#song lyrics#drinking#caribou Lou#pineapple#151 Rum#Malibu Coconut#party people#yummy#faded#streamer#gaming#tech n9ne
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TODAY'S ANTHEM #151
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Taxidermy caribou, 28.08.23
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spn au everything the same but dean only listens to early 2000s rap and r&b
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Discover the Best Missouri Themed Cocktails!
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Toast to Missouri with these delicious cocktails recipes that capture the taste of the Show Me state! Cheers to Best Missouri Themed Cocktails!
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Hello and Welcome to Best Missouri Themed Cocktails. Missouri may be known for its stunning landscapes, iconic landmarks, and rich history, but did you know it also boasts a fantastic cocktail culture? In this blog post, we will delve into some must-try Missouri themed cocktail recipes that are sure to tantalize your taste buds and leave you craving more. So, let’s raise our glasses and embark on…
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Can I request Earth 42 miles x reader. Reader goes to a nightclub with some friends even after Miles told her not to. She gets shit faced and one of miles friends spot her and tell hims and you take it from there. Please sprinkle some possessive maybe a 🤏🏽 toxic Miles in there, thank you ❤️
Thank you for the prompt! Writing this was so much fun!! I aged the character up since alcohol and clubbing was involved. Enjoy :P
Warnings include: possessiveness, jealousy, toxic behavior, dubcon because reader is under the influence of alcohol... I think that's it
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You had made it!
You had passed all of your exams and survived this hell of a semester. Your friends from college decided to celebrate your collective accomplishments by going out for the night to one of the clubs downtown.
There was just one problem, and that problem happened to be your boyfriend. You knew he wouldn't be thrilled about your plans.
But you were an honest person, and you didn't want any secrets between the two of you. So, you tried to mention it casually. You weren’t planning on asking for permission, though; you refused to.
He reacted as expected.
"No," he said in a tone that sent a shiver down your spine.
"But -"
"No," he repeated firmly, and you fell silent. "You’re not going anywhere. Understood? Don’t even try to argue with me.”
That was the end of the discussion. (If you could even call your exchange of phrases a ‘discussion’.)
The thing was: You were someone who refused to let your boyfriend dictate the way you lived your life. You were old enough to make your own decisions, and if you wanted to spend an evening with some alcohol, music, and friends, that was your God-given right. He had no say in the matter whatsoever.
The club your friends had chosen was disreputable; the smell of weed, perfume, alcohol, sweat and cigarettes was in the air. It was loud enough that you couldn't have a conversation without yelling.
After the second Long Island Ice Tea (the mix of gin, vodka, tequila, rum, and triple sec was wicked, who had even come up with this?), you were already tipsy.
One guy from your friend group ordered you drink after drink. A Negroni, a Sazerac, a Caribou Lou.
"What grade did you get on your final report?" he asked, and you were drunk enough that it took you a moment to understand him.
"A B-minus," you said with a grin. A B-minus in this class was practically an A-plus. Your professor was a choleric, stern old man with impossible demands. More than 70% of the class had failed.
You weren't stupid. You knew your fellow student had his eye on you, even though he knew you were in a relationship. As long as he kept his hands to himself, you saw no reason as to why that should have been an issue.
The evening took its course, and as you went to the bar to order another cocktail, you felt someone's gaze rest on you.
You glanced around, squinting your eyes (your surroundings were a bit blurry, and this place was dimly lit), but couldn't spot anyone suspicious.
(What you were unaware of, however, was a certain someone sitting not far from you. Someone who had noticed you and had been watching you talk to the boy from your friend group. That someone was one of Miles' friends, and he had taken a snap of you and sent it to your boyfriend, the caption being: u lettin ur girl go to a club n flirt w other guys?? shame on u)
The club was packed, and the dance floor was a chaotic mess of people who, as the night progressed and alcohol flowed, abandoned all sense of decorum and engaged in explicit behavior right there on the dance floor.
Well.
New York nightclubs. That's just the way they were.
As it had gotten quite late, you opted to call an uber and make your way back home. The evening had been enjoyable, filled with plenty of dancing, drinking, and fun moments shared with your friends.
Inhaling the cold night air was a welcome change after you had spent numerous hours in the cramped and stuffy club.
"I'm going to fucking kill you."
After being subjected to the bass and pulsating rhythm of the music for several hours, your ears were left ringing. Your temporary deafness combined with the alcohol in your blood slowed your thinking, and it took you a moment to realize who had grabbed you by the arm and was standing in front of you.
"Miles!" you exclaimed joyfully, wrapping your arms around his neck in a playful embrace.
Damn. You were slurring.
"How much did you drink?" he asked, and even through the fog of delirium you could make out the angry tone of his voice. But there was something else you noticed - concern.
"Not much," you said, but the words lost their credibility as you were having difficulties pronouncing them. "I've only had a few cocktails. A few many." You giggled.
Had you been sober, you would have felt the rage and animosity emanating from him. His eyes reflected cold anger, his jaw was clenched, and his hands were fists.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" he snapped at you. "You know what, forget it. You’re not in the right state to have a normal conversation anyway." With a firm grip on your upper arm, he dragged you to his car that was parked on the side of the road.
"Hey, slow down -" But he had already pushed you into the passenger’s seat.
Everything was spinning. You blinked a few times, realizing too late that Miles had already taken off, speeding through the streets of New York at an alarming rate.
"I called an uber," you mumbled.
"Fuck your uber," he cursed. "Do I need to put a fucking collar on you? I can't believe you'd pull such a stupid stunt."
"Whaddaya talkin' 'bout?"
"I'm talking about the fact that you're an insolent little brat," he spat. You had never heard him sound so angry before. His tone sobered you up a little.
He was a hot-tempered person, but his anger was usually not the loud kind; it was rather cold, quiet, and frightening. The fact that he became so coarse and rude now could only mean one thing: He was really pissed.
"Insolent brat? Cuz I was havin' some fun?"
"I'm sure you were having plenty of fun with that guy, mi amor. Just wait till we're home."
Was that a threat?
"You're being overly dramatic. 's not like I broke the law."
"Going against my orders is worse than breaking the law."
"Orders?” You snorted. “I ain’t taking orders from no one.”
He didn’t reply, and his silence was worse than anything else.
“I get the feeling you're mad at me,” you said.
He laughed, but it sounded disdainful. "Oh, you ain't got no clue just how fucking mad I am at you."
He was oddly composed, but he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that you felt fear rise in the pits of your stomach.
"I'm sorry," you said, but he just scoffed.
"Keep your halfhearted apologies to yourself."
Due to a sudden red light, he abruptly slammed on the brakes, causing you to grasp onto the dashboard for stability. "You're driving like a maniac, asshole."
"All the booze be making you too bold." He gave you a cold sideways glance. "Know your place. And don’t call me asshole.”
"I know where my place is." You lifted your chin defiantly. "I won’t let a man decide what I can and can’t say.”
The car came to a stop. "Get out," he instructed, and to your surprise, you realized that you had already arrived home. He must have really raced through the streets like a lunatic.
Once you were in the kitchen, he made you drink a whole glass of water and eat some crackers.
"You smell like weed and alcohol," he complained.
You set down the glass of water. "I just don’t get what you’re so upset about. You know I would never cheat on you."
“That’s not what I’m worried about. You don’t understand what goes on in a man’s mind when he sees you. I mean, look at you.” He almost growled.
You glanced down, but still didn’t understand – your outfit was relatively innocuous, at least compared to others.
“Do you have any idea what kind of guys hang out in clubs like that?”
“How did you even know I was there?”
He pressed his lips together.
You narrowed your eyes, and suddenly everything made sense.
“One of your friends was there, right?” You shook your head. “I felt someone staring at me the entire time.”
“Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you need to learn how to listen.”
He grabbed your chin. "I don't want others staring at you."
"You can't lock me up."
"No. But I can make you pay for your disobedience.”
"Oh yeah? How so?" you asked with feigned innocence. You enjoyed making him mad; you loved it when he showed his jealous side that made you feel wanted and special.
"On your knees."
You couldn't help but grin. "And if I refuse?"
"You can either do it yourself, or I'll make you."
Oh, fucking hell.
It was demeaning in a way, but somehow submitting yourself to him had its appeal, too.
"I guess you'll have to make me."
"You're really insufferable today, you know that?"
He grabbed your hips, lifted you up and carried you into the bedroom.
"Miles, put me down -"
"You're in no position to make demands."
He threw you on the bed and you half-heartedly tried to push him away, but deep down you didn't want him to stop.
What you wanted was for him to fuck you until you forgot your name. You had sobered up a bit by now, and could appreciate the angry gleam in his eyes. He had that hungry look, like a wild animal that had to control itself to not devour you.
He pinned your wrists above your head and kissed you with such fervor that you forgot to breathe for a moment. His grip was rough and way too tight, but it felt good; way too good.
"Who owns you?" His voice was a low whisper against your lips.
"No one," was your answer, because you wanted to agitate him even more.
One of his hands wrapped around your throat. He didn't squeeze, but the threat was there.
"Who owns you?"
"You," you said, "you alone."
He gave a sigh of contentment. "Was that so hard?"
"Can you touch me?"
The rough way he had handled you, the way he had kissed you – you wanted more of that.
He thought for a moment, then said, "No. You were petulant and defiant tonight. This is your punishment." He let go of you, and immediately you felt the loss of his touch.
"You're really mean."
"And you're drunk off your ass. We'll talk again when you're sober."
Then he disappeared, leaving you a frustrated mess.
Asshole.
You’d make sure to turn him on and leave him dissatisfied next time, just to give him a taste of his own medicine.
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Eelboy Toilet Sangria
This is a premium Mostro Lounge recipe, it was only on the menu for 20 minutes before Azul removed it so pay attention
I promise this will only get worse as it goes along
1. First and foremost, get the cheapest red wine you can find. The bottles shown here went for $4 a pop. The cheaper the wine is, the better. We’re running a business here, production prices can make or break the bottom line. Get the real bad shit.
2. This is sangria, so we need more than just the red. Add in a dash of Brandy and some orange juice. You could probably use pineapple juice too, but we were saving that for Caribou Lous later.
3. This is a nautical toilet sangria, so throw in some Swedish Swimmers gummies. The sharks and dolphins are pretty good but for extra flavor be sure to include a Shrimpy or two.
4. Some fruit, so you can still claim that this is sangria and not just the worst, most wretched jungle juice anyone has ever mixed.
5. Gushers
6. We’ve got a theme to uphold here, so you’re gonna wanna toss in some Twin Snakes Eels. Packaging claims one is sour and the other is sweet. Jury is still out on who is who.
7. Congratulations! You have been banned from Alchemy class. After a few hours it should turn into a dubiously sweet sangria. Trawl the depths and you’ll find that the gummies have absorbed so much booze that their outermost has begun to slough off in a truly horrendous manner. It gives the drink quite a distinctive mouthfeel.
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After a good run of kinky Super Bowls, Mistress Aspyce has ordered a 100% vanilla Super Bowl Party this year. Kinky or not, I'm still going to put out the best spread possible! The theme I'm going for is San Francisco vs Kansas City foods:
San Francisco Side:
Mission-style and California fusion mini-burritos
Rice-a-Roni arancini
Carafes of Trader Vic's cocktails. (Mai Tais, Fish House Punch, and Flamingos)
Disgustingly over-hopped west-coast IPAs
Kansas City Side:
Burnt brisket ends
Cheesy corn
(Sigh) "Chicken fingers with probably ranch dressing" for the Swifties
A pitcher of Caribou Lou's
Disgustingly under-hopped domestic canned beer
No Man's Land:
Chips, salsa, and guacamole
Actual good beer
Hot wings (NOT Buffalo wings. Buffalo doesn't get celebrated at a Super Bowl party until they start making their damned field goals.)
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Make baby gurl come out of her shell rise hell
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TODAY'S ANTHEM #90
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Taxidermy Caribou (Canadian Museum of Nature), 29.08.23
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hand+ ❤️ lovingly, a little nibble (rose)
The corners of her mouth quirked up at the tiny bite to the outside of her hand, near the heel of her palm. It didn’t hurt, but it did spur her to grin and playfully say, “cute, but rules are rules.” Her voice was laced with amusement and also a soft fondness. Delicate hands gently took his right hand, then—oh so lightly—biting down. It was more so just placing her teeth on his skin, making eye contact, then letting go. She felt like it was forever ago when she’d made the joke about biting back; hopefully he also remembered, or the comment made less sense. “Alright, so was that a yes to a duo performance at the bar and calling us ‘the cool kid’s kazoo and a caribou named Lou?’ I’ll play bass or drums. You can take guitar. Or whatever. If it’s the name we can definitely negotiate.”
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Every state's liquor of choice?
“Hold on, I think we have a list for this…” California muttered, searching through a pile of papers, “Ah! Here we go!”
She showed off the page titled;
Each States’ Favorite Alcoholic Drink
✨ In Reverse Alphabetical Order ✨
Wyoming: Whiskey
Wisconsin: Brandy Old-Fashioned
West Virginia: Locally-Made Moonshine
Washington: Washington Apple Cocktail
Virginia: She’d never admit it, but moonshine.
Vermont: Old Vermont Cocktail
Utah: Root Beer
Texas: Margarita
Tennessee: Tennessee Whiskey
South Dakota: Red Beer
South Carolina: South Carolinian Sweet Tea and Vodka
Rhode Island: Rhode Island Red
Pennsylvania: Boilo
Oregon: Craft Beer
Oklahoma: Lunchbox Cocktail
Ohio: Buckeye Martini
North Dakota: Craft Beer
North Carolina: Cherry Bounce
New York: Long Island Iced Tea
New Mexico: Chimayo Cocktail
New Jersey: Applejack
New Hampshire: Wine
Nevada: Nevada Cocktail
Nebraska: Red Beer
Montana: Whisky Ditch
Missouri: Caribou Lou
Mississippi: Mississippi Punch
Minnesota: “Bootleg—whisky over ice with a splash of water”
Michigan: Mead
Massachusetts: Cape Codder
Maryland: Black-Eyed Susan
Maine: Coffee Brandy
Louisiana: Sazarac
Kentucky: Mint Julep
Kansas: Moose Bowl
Iowa: Iowa Buck
Indiana: Hoosier Heritage
Illinois: Doesn’t have an official name as far as I know, but the Chicago Bloody Mary is a Bloody Mary mix with vodka infused with rosemary and olive.
Idaho: Craft Beer
Hawaii: Mai Tai
Georgia: Georgia Peach
Florida: Mojito
Delaware: Delaware IPA
Connecticut: Wine
Colorado: Craft Beer
California: Wine
Arkansas: Arkansas Razorback
Arizona: Prickly Pear Margarita
Alaska: Doesn’t normally drink, but when he does his favorite’s a drink so classily named… Duck Farts! Rock on, Alaska.
Alabama: Yellow Hammer
#Answered this one early since I already had a list for Prohibition art#HC lists#USAManor! Alabama#USAManor! Alaska#USAManor! Arizona#USAManor! Arkansas#USAManor! California#USAManor! Colorado#USAManor! Connecticut#USAManor! Delaware#USAManor! Florida#USAManor! Georgia#USAManor! Hawaii#USAManor! Idaho#USAManor! Illinois#USAManor! Indiana#USAManor! Iowa#USAManor! Kansas#USAManor! Kentucky#USAManor! Louisiana#USAManor! Maine#USAManor! Maryland#USAManor! Massachusetts#USAManor! Michigan#USAManor! Minnesota#USAManor! Mississippi#USAManor! Missouri#USAManor! Montana#USAManor! Nebraska#USAManor! Nevada
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