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milkywaygg · 1 year ago

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The Cosmas Revamp Chapter 8

“I want her out! I want her out of this damn house right now!”, Daisy’s voice echoed through Nora’s ears and mind that faithful evening. Nora glared over at Linnie, who was sheepishly trying to look his parents and sister in the eye as they had tried to process what he had just said.

He just couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut, could he? After about a week or two of constant barfing, headaches, and sporting around a small bump in his belly, Linnie had finally come to his parents about what had happened, sparing no details. The bar, the fact they didn’t ACTUALLY go to prom, and the fact that all of this was because of Nora guilting him. Food nearly spilled out of Cassia’s dinner plate while Gonzo just looked at everyone around, having a hard time grasping what Linnie had just told him.

“So…let me get this straight..”, Gonzo said, turning towards Nora, “We trusted you with our son for possibly one of the biggest nights of his life and instead of taking him where we asked you to, you decided to drag him to a bar and get into his pants.”

“I…uh…well I mean, we only stopped for a little while. I was going to take him to the party afterwards but things just got out of hand..”, Nora tried to explain quietly, feeling the inner rage coming from Linnie’s mother, alongside death glares from Daisy. Cassia, instead of saying something right away, shakily placed her fork down and rubbed her temples, her breath getting heavier and heavier.

“You three….you three….you three have no idea how much fucking trouble you’re in!”, she shouted, making Linnie and Daisy jump. Their parents hardly ever cursed, so hearing there mother shout the F-bomb, especially TOWARDS them, Daisy and Linnie gulped nervously.

“Wait? What did I do?”, Daisy retorted, “I had no part in this-“

“YOU young lady, were supposed to bring your brother with you in the first place so that none of this would happen to him! That was the deal we made, remember? I’d let you go to prom DESPITE it being downtown if the two of you stayed together and that you protected Linnie!”

“Ok, but Linnie is perfectly capable of taking care of himself! Just because he’s a boy doesn’t mean-“

“I’m not worried that your brother is a boy! I’m worried because you know he’s magically disabled! What if something were to happen and he couldn’t defend himself! Pepperspray and tasers can only do so much!”

“W-well I’m sorry mom. I just got so caught up in the excitement, I kinda forgot he was supposed to tag along.”

“That’s not a good excuse, Daisy, and you know it! We’re lucky your brother is even alive after the stunt you two pulled!”, Cassia yelled, now glaring daggers into Nora and Linnie’s souls, “and what the hell were you two thinking? Going to a bar UNDERAGED and having unprotected sex in said bar!? Never mind the fact you’re pregnant now! Quite frankly, I’m surprised more women didn’t try to take advantage of you!”

“Mama, I-I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I-It’s just…I….”

“Come on young man! Spit it out!”

“It’s just…I felt so awful ruining Nora’s night and I just wanted her to have fun..”

“Fun by endangering yourself AND breaking the law?”, Cassia shouted, banging her fists on the glass table, “Have you lost your mind? Haven’t your father and I always taught you not to go along with things that aren’t right, no matter what anyone else tells you?”

“Y-Yes but…I just…”, Linnie tried to explain but felt quiet, losing eye contact with his mother who just sighed, her tone calming a bit.

“Linnie, there’s not an excuse in the world that’s going to make this ok. I’m extremely disappointed in you.”, Cassia said, earning a soft whimper from Linnie. His mother had always been his hero growing up, so hearing those words coming out of her mouth, she might as well have just taken her wand and shot his heart.

“So now what?”, Gonzo asked, forcing himself to refrain from yelling, “What are Linnie’s options?”

“Well, why won’t we ask him? After all, he seems to think he can make decisions on a whim instead of doing what he’s told.”, Cassia asked bitterly, looking Linnie straight in the eye, “Are you keeping it?”

“I…y-yes of course. Despite everything that’s happened, I do love this child. I-I’ve always wanted children. Just didn’t think it would be this soon.”

“In that case then, you’re going to need to be looking for a job as soon as possible, the BOTH of you.”, Cassia said, glaring at Nora, “Your father and I will help you take care of him or her as much as we can, because we love you and we know how big of a dream having children was to you. That being said, you are to find work and start saving up for baby supplies and a place to live.”

“W-Wait…are you kicking me out?”

“We don’t have enough room for another baby to live here permanently. We barely had room for Nora, which speaking of.”, Cassia said, turning towards Nora, “You better be finding another place to stay soon as well, because as soon as you’re 18,000 and out of high school, you’re done.”

“So I’m just going to be stuck on the side of the road? You know my mother won’t take me back in!”, Nora yelled.

“Well, you should have thought of that before you took advantage of my son.”, Cassia said, crossing her arms, “Otherwise I will be pressing charges?”

“You can’t press charges?! Only Linnie can do that!”

“Ah, but he’s not 18,000 yet either, which means that his father and I are still legally responsible, and if we want to press charges, we will do so. Hell, you’re lucky you’re not sitting in front of a judge as we speak!”

“A-aren’t we being kind of harsh?”, Linnie stuttered, trying to argue, “I-I don’t think Nora intended on any of this to happen. It’s just that one thing happened after another..and well…”

“Linnie, you can’t seriously be defending her right now? After all she did to you?”, Daisy snapped, “Why I have half a mind to split her into two right now!”

“Daisy, that’s enough! Just go to your room..you’re grounded for the rest of the summer, as are you Linnie.”, Gonzo said calmly, earning a loud groan from Daisy and a slamming door coming from upstairs.

“I…I just…I don’t know what to say…”, Linnie said, tears falling from his eyes, “I’m really sorry…I didn’t mean for all of this to happen.”

“Son, I know you didn’t. I know it’s not entirely your fault.”, Gonzo said, glaring at Nora, “But this is exactly why your mother and I worry. We can’t babysit you all the time, no matter how much your mother wants to. You need to start taking better care of yourself. What’ll happen when mom and I aren’t there for you one day when we pass? What’ll happen then?”

“I…uh….”

“Gozno just…I had enough. I’m done with this conversation.”, Cassia said, her voice drained and all the pride she had for her son, rapidly fading. She looked at Nora with the coldest expression she was ever seen. Hell, it could even beat her own mother’s drunken glances, “Out by 18,000. Understood?”

“Uh…yes ma’am.”

“Good. Goodnight Gonzo. Linnie.”

“Goodnight Mama. I love you.”

“Eh…”

As if things couldn’t get worse, Nora and Linnie had found out both of them had just barely been able to graduate, both of them failing their AP Literature final, dropping their grades to C minuses, alongside both of them failing their AP Exam. While Linnie didn’t worry too much about it, Nora cursed to herself as she crumbled the paper and threw it in the school trashing, alongside several college rejection letters.

Walking past the halls on the last few days before graduation, Nora shivered every time Linnie passed her coldly, rolling her eyes every time she caught him rubbing his stomach, as if he were going to pop at any moment. Despite thing, she desperately tried to catch up to him and discuss the new few months, only receiving a cold shoulder and the occasional “I’ll talk to you later”.

It’s not fair! It wasn’t like she intentionally ruined his life, and it wasn’t like she was the only one responsible. Linnie agreed to it…didn’t he? I mean..he did say yes after some convincing.

How in all of Fairy World was she going to take care of a baby anyways? She couldn’t even find a place to live, let alone find the money to feed the little brat. As she passed through the halls feeling sorry for herself, she turned towards the front of the cafeteria where the bulletin board could be found in it’s usual spots, full of documents for scholarships, graduation dates, cap and gown information, and all sort of other junk. Nora’s cyan eyes widened however, as one particular poster seemed to catch her eye.

Enlisting now for Military Recruitment! Stop by the office at 101 Academy Street right across the rainbow bridge to enroll!

#fairly oddparents #cosma family #au #fanfic

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olddirtybadfic · 6 months ago

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Brotherly Love: A Taboo Animaniacs Fanfic (Part One of Seven)

I warned you this was coming (check the tags). I told you, dog.

I was an older teenager when I wrote this. I'm pretty sure I had started college at the time. Somebody shared a dorm room with me while I was writing this nonsense. Possibly, they were writing similar nonsense; I went to a weird college.

Readers of my other account (that I haven't yet connected to this one) might recognize that I tried to rework this into a James/Meowth fic (but didn't get very far). Apparently, mapping Meowth, James, and Jessie onto Yakko, Wakko, and Dot might not work as well as I had previously thought.

Anyway, DEAD GOODFEATHERS: DO NOT EAT

Content Warning: Consensual romantic relationship between two siblings (just because I wrote about it in a story doesn't mean I'd do it; I have a sibling and I would never get bizzay with them); aged-up characters; terrible attempt at writing Scratchansniff's accent out phonetically; exhibitionism; questionable knowledge of psychology; big emotions, including: *extremely Gonzo voice* GUILT and *extremely Septa Unella voice* SHAME SHAME SHAME (ding ding); Yakko angst

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All was quiet over Burbank that Thursday night. Yakko Warner sat on the balcony of the Warner Brothers Studio water tower, gazing over the city lights.

His two younger siblings, Wakko and Dot, were worn out from that day’s antics and were soundly sleeping in the bedroom the three shared. They hadn’t even stirred when Yakko closed the door of the water tower. Yakko should have been tired too, considering he wreaked just as much havoc as his siblings, but he had a lot on his mind.

Lately, he’d been having these “feelings.” They were similar to the ones he got when he looked at Hello Nurse, but more intense. Hello Nurse was pleasing to the eye—very—but that was it. He merely liked looking at her, not….doing things with her, like what he wanted to do with the object of these “feelings.”

The Warners didn’t age, being toons, but Yakko figured he should still have gone through puberty by now. He didn’t know much about this subject, having driven Ms. Flamiel off before she could teach them Health, but nevertheless, he was sure he wasn’t supposed to be having feelings for the person that he did.

A cold breeze chilled Yakko’s skin through his fur. He decided it was time to go back inside.

Before turning in, he decided to check on his siblings. Dot, on the bunk just above Yakko’s slept relatively quietly, occasionally muttering about how cute she was. Actually, Dot did look pretty cute when she was sleeping—a trait not many people possessed. And Yakko certainly didn’t expect the object of his affections to possess this trait, considering how gross he acted in his waking hours.

Yakko easily scaled the top bunk to gaze upon the object of his affection. His little brother, Wakko, lay curled up, pillow’s edge in his mouth, half-covered by the blanket.

Watching his brother sleep so innocently only forced the most dirty thoughts into Yakko’s mind. Hastily, he tried to expel them. “This is my baby brother! How could I ever think of doing those things to him?”

Looking shamefully down at Wakko, Yakko decided it was time for another cold shower.

-O-o-O-

For once in his life, Yakko was the last Warner sibling to wake up. Usually that honor fell to Wakko, but Yakko hadn’t exactly fallen asleep right after he went back to bed.

See, Yakko liked to talk. He talked almost every second of the day, to the point where Dr. Scratchinsniff threatened to duct tape his mouth shut. He even talked in his sleep, especially when something was bothering him. If Dot or Wakko had heard him, well….he didn’t want to think about it.

So one can imagine Yakko’s sheer horror when he woke up to Wakko, sitting by his bed, staring at him.

“Wakko, what are you doing?” Yakko shrieked, sitting straight up in bed.

“Watchin’ you,” Wakko answered calmly.

When Yakko realized that Wakko probably hadn’t heard him talking in his sleep—otherwise he would have been a lot less calm—he calmed down.

“I mean, what are you doing watching me,” Yakko said, more calmly.

Wakko shrugged. “You’re usually the first one up.”

Yakko sighed, relieved. However, Wakko took it as a sigh of exasperation and immediately drooped.

“If you don’t want me to, I won’t do it anymore,” he said in a small voice.

Yakko rushed to comfort him. “No, I don’t mind you watching me. Hope you’re enjoying the view.” Yakko flashed a cheesy smile at Wakko. Wakko giggled.

“God, what a cute giggle,” Yakko thought.

“I guess Dot’s already up,” Yakko commented, making the bed.

“She’s in the bathroom,” Wakko answered, throwing off his pajamas. He searched around for his blue sweatshirt.

Yakko turned around to look for his pants and let out a short cry of shock. He was staring directly at Wakko’s naked form. True, Wakko’s back was turned, and he didn’t normally wear pants, but still…. Yakko was fascinated by his brother’s lack of self-awareness sometimes. He suddenly turned away. “Stop gawking at your brother like that!” he mentally scolded himself.

“What happened?” Wakko asked, from under his shirt.

“I just stubbed my toe. I really should move the night table further away from the bed,” Yakko said, his eyes creeping slowly toward Wakko, who was still putting on his shirt and still naked.

At that moment, Dot came out of the bathroom. The minute she walked in the room, she shrieked. “Wakko, put your clothes on!”

Yakko saw a devilish smile come over his brother’s face.

“What if I don’t?” Wakko challenged, lifting his shirt higher over his head.

Yakko, despite his conflicting emotions, turned to the camera, blew a kiss and said, “Goodnight, everybody!”

Dot only rolled her eyes. “Wakko, if you don’t put your clothes on, I’ll be forced to….” She thought for a moment, then grinned menacingly. “I’ll be forced to call in a clown!”

Wakko’s eyes bugged out, then he very quickly slid his shirt onto his body.

Yakko raised an eyebrow. “Darn. I was beginning to enjoy that—WHAT?! NO!” He immediately slapped himself for thinking it. He put on his pants very quickly, hoping to hide the sudden protrusion.

As soon as the siblings finished breakfast, the phone rang. It was Dr. Scratchansniff, asking them to come in for their appointment.

Yakko was too consumed by his thoughts to even notice Hello Nurse, which really surprised Dot. Wakko, who was busy screaming, “Hello, Nurse!” didn’t seem to notice. Yakko felt a tiny pang when he saw his brother’s reaction to the voluptuous blonde. “How could I ever imagine that he’d feel the same way about me as I do about him?” he thought, sulking on the waiting room couch, oblivious to the bemused looks Dot gave him.

Dot gazed at Yakko. He definitely wasn’t himself today. Normally, he’d be talking a mile a minute, planning out exactly how he was going to fracture Scratchansniff’s sanity this week. And if he wasn’t doing that, he’d be happily looking at this month’s (or last year’s, depending on how diligently the magazines were replaced) issue of Toon Times. Today, he just sat there, looking as though he’d just been suckered into a conversation with Pip Pumphandle. Dot wanted to ask what was wrong, but she didn’t want to pry. Besides, she thought, he’ll probably be over it soon and be back to normal.

Dot, who wasn’t interested in any of the magazines, turned to Wakko to find him blowing spit bubbles. “Ew.”

Dot sighed. This was going to be a long wait.

Hello Nurse came out. “Yakko, Dr. Scratchansniff will see you now.”

Yakko dragged himself off the couch and trudged into the office.

-O-o-O-

Dr. Scratchansniff was shielding himself behind his desk, waiting for the inevitable explosion of Yakko entering. Honestly, every time the Warners came within a fifty foot radius of him, insanity and misery were sure to ensue. He couldn’t have one appointment without Yakko making sarcastic comments, Wakko doing something gross, and Dot getting off-topic and leading him on a verbal wild goose chase. A this rate, he was never going to get these kids de-zanitized.

“Vait a minute,” Dr. Scratchansniff thought. Instead of the usual noisy, zany greeting, he was hearing….silence?

The psychiatrist emerged from behind his desk to find Yakko, sitting quietly on the couch in front of him. He didn’t even seem to notice the doctor; he absently traced the wrinkles in the upholstery with his fingers, a pensive expression crossing his visage.

Scratchy had never seen Yakko this quiet. Ever. Even if he wasn’t talking, he’d usually be sitting there, smirking at the trouble that lay in store for the psychiatrist. Yakko didn’t seem to be plotting any kind of chaos; he seemed to be lost in his own world.

Scratchy cleared his throat to get Yakko’s attention. Sure enough, Yakko dragged his eyeballs up to meet Scratchy’s.

“Oh. Hi, Scratchy,” he muttered lethargically, punctuating his speech with a heavy sigh.

“Yakko, you seem to be awfully quiet today. Vhat seems to be zhe problem?” Scratchy asked, expecting Yakko to drop the act and start the chaos any second.

“Nothing.” Yakko mumbled.

Scratchy noted this on his pad of paper. This seemed serious.

“Yakko, if zhere ist a problem, you know you can tell me,” Scratchy said in a gentler tone. “Das ist vas I’m here for.”

“Okay, but I don’t think you’re gonna like it….”

“Try me.”

Yakko took a deep breath. “I think I’m attracted to my brother.”

Scratchy raised an eyebrow. This was new. He’d dealt with patients who had issues with incest, but it was a whole different story now that it was a Warner in the situation.

“You think I’m disgusting, don’t you?”

Scratchy looked up from his notepad. Yakko was staring at him, a hurt expression on his face.

“Nein, nein, I am not here to judge. Now, Yakko, are you sure zhat it is attraction you are feeling tovards Vakko?”

Yakko stared at him. “I. Want. To. Make. Out. With. My. Brother. Yes, I’m positive I’m attracted to Wakko,” Yakko retorted.

“Hmm….” Scratchy wrote on his pad some more. Yakko couldn’t take it anymore.

“You gotta help me, Scratchy! I’ve been hiding it from him all along and it’s eating me up inside! It’s only a matter of time until I slip up and say it or I say it in my sleep! I can’t have my brother thinking I’m some kind of freak!” Yakko jumped on Scratchy’s desk. “Seriously, I’m starting to find his lack of hygiene sexy,” he whispered behind his hand.

“Zhe only zhing I can suggest right now is writing zhese feelings in a journal. I vill have to zhink about zhis some more before going further,” Scratchy answered.

Yakko sighed, relieved. Maybe if he wrote his nasty little thoughts down, he wouldn’t have the urge to yell them from the top of the water tower anymore.

“Thanks, Scratchy! I’ll send Wakko in.” Yakko hopped off the desk and skipped out the door.

Scratchy knew he’d be able to refrain from telling Wakko about Yakko’s feelings for him. However, he still wasn’t exactly looking forward to this appointment. His office hadn’t smelled right since the last one. Plus, he could never get very far in de-zanitizing him because he never said much.

“So, Vakko, is zhere anything you vant to talk about?” Scratchy asked.

“Like what?” Wakko responded.

“Like…. Your relationship vith your siblings.”

“Oh.” Wakko smiled. “It’s fine.”

“Care to elaborate?” Scratchy pressed.

“It’s….really fine?”

Scratchy sighed. “Anything else? How about your day?”

Wakko thought for a while, then perked up. “I actually got up before Yakko! But not before Dot.”

“Go on.”

“And….she got into the bathroom first and took forever. So I didn’t shower.” Wakko grinned. Scratchy rubbed his temples.

Dot’s appointment was a little better. Scratchy got more out of her—maybe more than he wanted.

“So, Dot, vould you like to tell me about your relationship vith your brozers?” Scratchy asked.

“They’re cool most of the time, but sometimes Yakko talks in his sleep, which gets really annoying because he’s always yelling, ‘Hello, Nurse!’ And Wakko can be kinda gross. Like today, he didn’t take a shower—he hasn’t for two weeks now—and he wouldn’t put on his clothes until I threatened to sic a clown on him. Actually, now that I think about it, that was kinda funny.” Dot giggled.

Scratchy looked up in surprise. “He….vouldn’t put on his clothes?”

“Yeah, and it really seemed to freak Yakko out. I don’t know why, though, ‘cause they take baths together and they have the same stuff. Mostly.” Dot shrugged.

Scratchy was furiously writing on his notepad. Dot got bored and started balancing on her tail. She found that she could almost see Scratchy’s notepad.

“Whatcha writing?” she asked.

Scratchy held the pad against his chest. “Notes.”

“Oh. “ Dot got off her tail.

In the end, Scratchy didn’t call them in for a group appointment. Based on his notes, he had a lot to work through before he even made a dent in their zaniness.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: If you lock three volatile cartoon characters in a tower and expect them to stay sane after sixty years, you're playing yourself.

#animaniacs fanfic #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #yakwak #yakko x wakko #aged up characters #old fic #dead goodfeathers do not eat

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ansicred · 8 months ago

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are you telling me the truth? | mild angst

After an episode, Bleddyn is wrecked with (Gonzo Voice) guilt about everything and nothing he could have done whilst manic -- it doesn't help that Nina returns home from a 'work do' and her mood is raising some red flags. setting: In Bleddyn's house in Crawley, Sussex, April 1995 characters involved: Bleddyn, Begw, & Nina warnings: cw: mentions of self-harming scars

#ansicredocs #watdverse #bleddynwatd #ninawatd #bleddynwatdoneshots #ninawatdoneshots #rating: fifteen #cw: mentions of self-harm

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thesinglesjukebox · 10 months ago

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CHRIS STAPLETON - "WHITE HORSE"

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Sounds like "horny songs for heterosexual American couples" are having their moment! Here's the second one this week.

[5.67]

Thomas Inskeep: Far too many of Stapleton's singles have been too sleepy for my taste, slow-burning to the point of becoming self-extinguishing fires. But on "White Horse" he sounds antsy and uh-uh-urgent, like he means it, maaaaan. This is what I've always wanted from Stapleton; there's never been a question of his prowess as either a songwriter or a singer, but "White Horse" has a hard country-rock energy to it, and just (sorry) burns. His best single in eons. [8]

Nortey Dowuona: Chris has a bellow of a voice. If you randomly hand a mic to him standing up, he can turn the joint out. It's a rarity in the world of high-profile country to have bellowers such as Stapleton who can be gentle and wistful as quickly as they can be passionate and gnarled, but it's a welcome time to have him. The problem with this Grammy-winning song is that he is too stuck on that bellow, stretching it so far he can't take it in another direction once he hits the high notes in the chorus. You feel him strain in the last one: keening and screaming, but not yet breaking through. The guitar licks during the intro feel gentle and wispy, like dandelions for him to trample upon. But the guitar riff -- that chugs below his voice before the drums during the first verse, echoes behind him during the post-chorus, then kicks in at the outro -- is so powerful. He has to raise his voice higher and louder to not be stopped before he can gallop further. So when he really wails at the last one and growls the title at each post-chorus, it never truly kicks you in the chest the way it should. And the lyrics -- written alongside Dan Wilson, co-writer/producer of "Someone Like You" -- aren't distinct or heart-rending enough. You feel the guilt, fear, and despair in Chris's voice, but that's a given -- the lyrics don't grip onto you, and you slip off Stapleton's strong back. The words "If that's the kind of love you want to wait for / Hold on tight, girl, I ain't there yet" should hit you in the heart, but they feel noncommital, a half-assed explanation that doesn't feel as deep as the howl says it is. It feels like he's chosen to ride up to another woman's fence post with the white stallion she asked for, beard trimmed but not cut, his saddle built for two. Maybe he already has chosen a white horse -- let him ride off on his American saddlebred. He needs to feed the American cream draft bridled to Morgane's fence. [8]

Katherine St. Asaph: The song is solid. Really, it is. Couldn't have been sung better. But the first few seconds, up until the second line, had me primed for something like Mazzy Star doing Liz Fraser's "This Love," slow-burning and immaculate. When the Southern-rock machismo arrives I still just want that. [4]

John S. Quinn-Puerta: I know Stapleton can build a song from the ground up, but the foundation feels half-formed here. There's an emptiness to the bombast, a missing element that makes the structure feel closer to an empty freshman dorm than a lovingly decorated living space. Maybe a bridge would help, but I'm still left thinking, "Is that it?" [5]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: The intro is promising: all moody buildup and slamming drums before Stapleton pares it back down again. Strangely, he betrays all sense of dynamics for loud guitar and louder shouting. That damn snare drum feels so out of place, just cutting through the noise in the name of something epic. Where’s the nuance of a John Wayne performance? [3]

Alfred Soto: Do I hear "Wanted Dead or Alive" in that ersatz spooky acoustic intro? I do. Then Chris Stapleton's brontosaurus vocals stomp all over the thing with greater force than the damn drums. To look for subtlety in a Stapleton performance is like asking Nicolas Cage for restraint, but would this palooka have a hair of Cage's gonzo spirit. [3]

Taylor Alatorre: The more Chris Stapleton seems content to be known simply as "that guy with the voice," the less interested I become. And it feels especially like overkill to hear that burly titan of a voice going to town on what is essentially a late '90s alt-rock track. Like bagging a squirrel with a shotgun slug, he belts out his lonesome troubadour bromides over a slightly hardened echo of Fastball's All the Pain Money Can Buy, while the steady hand of Dan Wilson waits in the wings, ready to fence in any wilder impulses that may still be around somewhere. If Stapleton wants to inhabit the middle of the road more permanently, he should own up to that desire instead of trying to convince us he's still riding along its untamed fringes. [5]

Jacob Satter: Stapleton's near-strangulated sense of urgency wants to goad this country rock potboiler to higher stakes, but the climb feels bathetic and top-heavy. Where's the levels and the drama? Where's the variety? Good lord, where's the bass? Grammy win notwithstanding, I daresay you can put "White Horse" side-by-side with a similarly structured but more ambitious shitkicker of a tune (say, Ashley McBryde's lesser-heard "Blackout Betty") and prove it hardly outstanding in its field. [5]

Ian Mathers: I am absolutely not used to singers following up florid descriptions of the kind of love the Other wants with "Hold on tight, girl, I ain't there yet." And I am always a sucker for songs that nail specific emotions or moments that feel underserved in the broader corpus of song. It helps (for me) that this is definitely country rock and not whatever they're calling what Morgan Wallen plays. The sound is a little generic but the lyrics are specific enough to make up for it. [7]

Michael Hong: Stapleton only promises "not yet" on "White Horse," never revealing how much he's putting in. The parts where he falls quiet and the electric guitar sings sound like one more rodeo -- not the last, who knows when that'll be. It sounds like a thrilling dance so you wait anyway, hoping you'll be the cowboy's next adventure. [6]

Leah Isobel: I think what makes "White Horse" work for me is its evident sense of play-acting; its cheeseball Southern-rock framing and Chris Stapleton's living signifier of a voice automatically put quote marks around the whole song. From there, all kinds of interpretations can enter, each one sillier and more joyful than the last. Personally, I think this is actually a song about fucking and the white horse in question is [redacted] [8]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Look: all I know is that moms love this guy. I'm starting to see the appeal as well; while the hilariously overdriven guitars and Stapleton's howl imply dashing romance and bombastic gesture, the lyrics are more interestingly ambivalent, full of moderated expectations and hints of regret. At worst I could see this soundtracking fancams for historical epics; at best I can pretend it's an ode to one of the world's oldest surviving chalk figures. ALSO WAIT I JUST REALIZED THE MELODY HERE REMINDS ME OF "PONY" HOW DEEP DOES THE HORSE SONG RABBIT HOLE GO? [6]

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#chris stapleton #music #country #country music #music writing #music reviews #music criticism #the singles jukebox #Youtube

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agitowarrioroftheforest · 2 years ago

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Rebuilt my Origin: Spirits of the Past discord server!

I adore this movie with my whole soul. If you’ve seen it and enjoy it this is place to ramble about it!

Even if you haven’t seen it but are curious you are absolutely welcome. It’s one of my main special interests so there is lot of art and writing i’ve done on it. And i’m almost always down to infodump or analyze. I’m also a big multishipper.

If the rules below sound good and you’ve seen or want to see the movie, dm me for a link to the server!

🪷Rules

🌿 This discord is 18+ ONLY. Minors are not allowed.

🌿 your kink may not be my kink but that is ok. No kinkshaming is allowed. It’s ok to be uncomfortable with certain kinks, but do not harass any members of this server

🌿 Racism, homophobia, transphobia, Bigotry ect of any kind will be not tolerated. This is an inclusive Queer server. No gatekeeping or exclusionism. (no radfems, terfs or other exclusionists)

🌿 No anti-ship behavior will be tolerated. This is a Pro fiction and pro shipping server. No harassment/purity culture behavior is tolerated. Be responsible with what channels you access. You can ask at any time for nsfw or dead dove permissions to be revoked or given back.

🌿 Swearing is allowed, but under no circumstances is there to be any use of slurs used in a derogatory way. Voice chat included

🌿 When sharing art you didn’t create- credit the artist

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If you are looking at this post like, “Agito wtf even is Origin?” 😂 well…

Origin: Spirits of the Past, also known as Giniro no Kami no Agito is a 2006 post apocalyptic anime film made by Studio Gonzo. It features themes of moving on from the past, harmony with humans and nature, and centers a character coping with survivor’s guilt.

There are sentient trees, superpowers, a communal refugee town built out of ruins, a ruthless miltary state, gorgeous backgrounds and subtle worldbuilding. It also features some stunning animation and music. The two main characters are Agito and Toola.

If you like post apocalyptic stories with themes if hope, or like, Nausicaä of the valley of the wind or Kipo and the age of wonderbeasts, this should be right up your alley.

As a content warning Origin is a little darker than Kipo though not as dark as Nausicaä. It contains body horror in the form of skin transforming into vines or branches. It’s not a horror movie but the content warning should still be here.

KOKIA did the opening and ending songs and they are absolutely amazing.

Server preview + available roles(I can make custom pronoun roles if they are requested)

Each category is named after a location in the movie!

#origin spirits of the past #giniro no kami no agito #origin discord server #yeee it’s time!!#i’m excited to finally have this open again. i love this movie so much

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