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glitchbender · 4 years ago

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Heya guys

So, long story short me, Percy and Wilson (both of thy peeps are from Don't Starve Amino) started randomly talking in-character. What happend next was a flow of inspiration and we accidentally created this short story which I am about to present you. So big shoutout to them! Enough chit-chat, off to the story!

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The Shadow Intruder

Wilson and Willow have set up a camp not so long ago. They've created a safe shelter for the night; a place they can call home. Oh how lovely it would be to return to their 'home' after a long journey through Constant. However, their safe place was not fully secured. There was a certain someone spying on them in the shadows...

The firestarter has thrown another log into the fireplace, keeping the fire alive much to the intruder's disgust.

- ...can you turn out the light? I literally have to stand outside of it's range - he snarled, sinking into the darkness around.

- I can not, or else your shadows will attack us - replied Willow, crossing her arms on her chest.

- Or is it the fact you don't trust me? I'm not going to attack you in your sleep. - the intruder chuckled evily, making his presence known. His skin was incredibly pale, which created a perfect contrast with his black suit and hair. A confident smile has crept on his face, two ink black eyes tracking the woman's movements.

- But you will when we're awake. - interjected the scientist, who has only now noticed the dapper fellow.

- Free game. I'm still a gentleman. - the intruder defended himself, putting a hand to his chest.

- ... and an evil lord - remarked Willow with a smirk on her face - Those two titles don't go well together, you know?

- Hey, I'm Wilson too. You can trust me - the man huffed, clearly insulted by her remark.

- I'm not sure about that... - she heasitated, lowering her arms. Now she looked conflicted about whether to trust him or not.

As the log has been progressively eaten by the flames, the fireplace's light range decreased, allowing 'Wilson' to take a step closer to her.

- You don't see me trying to attack you two, right? - he asked, crossing his arms behind his back.

- No, but I see you lurking in the shadows and glaring at us constantly - the woman asserted, taking a step back - You're always after us, and that's pretty suspicious.

- You wound me! - the shadow snapped at her.

- In self defense! - Willow snarled back, stamping her foot against the ground for emphasis.

- I've done nothing wrong. - he stated, crossing his arms on his chest this time and glaring at her with a bold look. However, she was not impressed with it.

- You control the shadows, and the shadows attack us - she objected to his statement, crossing her arms as well - I would've been dead if it wasn't for good old Bernie.

- Nostalgia hits me when I look at that campfire. - he mumbled more to himself. Unfortunately for him, Willow heard that.

- And your nostalgia hurts us - she hissed.

'Wilson' chuckled suddenly, which angered the firestarter even more

- What can I say? I'm pure evil, and I just can't help myself. - he snickered, shrugging.

- If a shadow kills the human version, does Shadow Wilson die?- asked the real Wilson P. Higgsbury, who didn't take part in this argument untill now. Willow turned her head to face his, her glare softening.

- The more important question is, are you two one being or two separate beings - she replied with an answer.

- Two separate beings - the scientist answered - Hes an alternate version of me, with free will and emotions.

- Then using your 'scientific method sheanigans' that means when one of you dies, the other lives - Willow presented her hypotesis - though it might affect the alive one somehow...

- Right, but due to the fact hes separate from me, shows we only really have a 50/50 shot - he pondered, rubbing his chin.

- Killing your shadow isn't scientifically possible. - Shadow Wilson interjected, annoyed with their chit-chat. Wasn't Willow supposted to argue with him?

- Exactly. If you put lights all around you, your shadow disappears - Higgsbury noticed.

- Or fire! - added the firestarter.

- Tsk... I am not a shadow. I am merely a wilson that accepts the throne. - seethed the Shadow Lord.

- You rarely smile, though - the woman noticed - you're like a grumpy grandpa - she teased.

Both of the survivors laughed at that remark.

- Oh really? If I smiled you'd get scared. - explained the shadow, raising his brow.

- Just one big honest smile! Am i asking for too much? - pouted Willow - Say cheeesee!

- Fine... Fine... - he sighed, turning his body to face her. And at once, his face morphed into one, massive sinister grin. It was a sight taken out alive from a horror movie.

The scientist literally jumped in his place, immediately taking cover behind Willow. It was hard for him though, because she was shorter than him. Willow froze, feeling chills running down her spine. She appeared quite scared too.

- Better? I gave you the smile you wanted. - jeered Shadow Wilson, smiling at their reactions.

- G-Gee thanks, I won't be able to sleep tonight! - stuttered Willow, trembling slightly.

- You're more than welcome - he replied with a shrug.

The firestarter got out her beloved teddy bear, and hugged it for comfort. It was an old heirloom of hers, which never failed to calm her down.

- I really need you right now, Bernie - she whispered, hiding her face in the bear's soft fur.

The gentleman scientist has straightened up his back, glancing at Willow. The way she held that bear in her arms was so gentle and comforting, that he wished him and Bernie could switch places.

- Good thing I can hide in your shadows...so I'm always around. - the shadow started a discussion again. The firestarter was too preoccupied with hugging her plush friend, so she didn't hear a thing.

- That's what Willow is talking about! You're everywhere, constantly spying on us. What's the point of it? - asked the scientist, crossing his arms. Just like his campmate, he didn't trust the dark king.

Shadow Wilson responsed with a chuckle, giving his original a smug glare.

- Honestly. I'm still a gentleman scientist, just like you. - he stated - And this world is one big experiment for me.

- Then maybe go stalk some other creatures and leave us alone for some time, hmm? - suggested Willow, looking up to face the shadow.

- I'm not going anywhere - he protested.

- That means we better keep this fireplace running - she noticed, trotting over to the junk pile next to the chests and throwing a pinecone into the fire, gladly watching it burn. The flames circled the pinecone, engulfing it at once. Thankful for this meal it consumed, the fire began to dance a lively foxtrot, jumping from left to right.

The shadow king stepped back, sinking into the shadows so as not to get caught in the light.

- Must you make it co bright? - he hissed, turning his gaze at Willow.

But the firestarter did not reply, and only locked her sight on the flames. The same flames that once saved her life.

- The fire... The fire will set you free - she chanted with a visible grin, holding Bernie by his hand. One could swear she looked like a mere child for a split second. The scientist joined her by the fire as well, holding a carrot over it.

The survivors' ignorance frustrated the shadow.

- Are you even listening to me?! - he barked, stepping over to the light's border. However his question was left without an answer

The dance of the flames helped Willow collect her thoughts and calm down. It was like all of the tension suddenly disappeared, and heavy shackles of stress freed her hands. She sighed with relief, brushing some of her raven black hair out of her eyesight. Then, she turned to the shadow king, standing so dangerously close to the light's range.

- The fire is our source of warmth, so needed for the winter season - Willow replied, in oddly calm manner. Was it still the same person? Shadow Wilson just kind of... stood there... Indeed, she was much calmer than before, and the manner she spoke with was way different too. It took him a moment to snap out of this weird trance. He shook his head, and his bold glare softened.

- You never change. Do you, Willow? - he asked calmly, with a weird kind of smile on his face.

- Nope! - she replied with glee - I am who I am and I am not ashamed of it.

Her old self was back again, which calmed down the shadow.

- I know. Back when... - he paused suddenly - You know what? Forget I said anything. - he stammered, gazing into the shadows around.

But she wasn't going to forget so easily. Her childish curiousity got the best of her.

- What? What is it? Oh come on! Firstly you start telling me something, and then you cut mid-sentence! Tell me! Tell me! - she pleaded.

- No. - he replied shortly, glaring back at her.

- Pleeaaase? Pretty pleeeaaase? - she whined, clearly getting on the shadow's nerves.

- No. I don't need to tell you anything. - he snarled.

- Hmph! - huffed the firestarter, crossing her arms. Despite everything, she still was the little girl at heart.

- It was just old memories of when I wasn't on the throne that's it! - the shadow king barked, only now realizing what he's done.

Willow's face lit up as soon as the other Wilson spoke up.

- Ha! You finally spilled the beans! - she giggled again.

He sighed, pressing his thumb and pointing finger against the bridge of his nose.

- Don't get used to it. You were annoying me.

- Aww come on, you DID actually want to tell me, didn't you? - she teased with a smirk.

The Shadow King grumbled something to himself.

- I did not want to tell you. I am pure evil. If you two died right now I wouldn't bat an eye. - he stated, looking Willow dead in the eyes. What was the point of her teasing and bubbliness?

- Then who would be here to tease you, hmm? For sure it would get lonely on your own - Willow continued.

- Alright alright, the fireplace's light is enough - she said to Wilson, upon noticing him about to throw in another log.

Wilson nodded, heading into the tent to get some sleep.

- I can always drag someone else in here. - the shadow defended himself, crossing his arms.

- But nobody can replace me, the firestarter! Only one of a kind - she declared, doing a little spin for emphasis. Her face was as bright as the fire's light.

Shadow Wilson sighed while facepalming. If the survivors were angering him so much, then why didn't he send a wave of hounds to trouble them? There was something holding him back from doing so.

- You're getting on my nerves. - He mumbled to himself.

But suddenly, it all got completly dark. The fire in the fire pit has died! Without thinking much, Willow took out her lighter, starting it up. A small flame danced around, lighting the darkness surrounding the place.

- Whew... I thought I was gonna go blind - she sighed in relief.

The Shadow king merely laughed at this, stepping closer to the firestarter.

- I still have the light! I still have the light! - she laughed, moving her lighter around so as to show him.

- Yet, if you look closely. I've gotten further in the base. - sneered the shadow, walking past her.

- Hey! Stay away from the base! Or I'll start the fire in the fireplace again - threatened the firestarter. Of course she would be eager to do such a thing.

Her threat however did not impress him. He whistled so carefully, taking a stroll around their camp.

- Don't mind me - he snickered, crossing his arms behind his back.

Willow tried to find something to start the fire, but it was hard doing so when there's darkness everywhere. She was unfortunate enough to trip over a rock and fall face into the ground. Her lighter fell from her hand, killing the flame dancing inside as soon as it hit the ground.

- Oof! Great. Simply great.

The Shadow King was sitting nearby, reading a book he found in the chest... unlike most people he wasn't quiet and read this book rather loudly.

- Am I bothering you? - he asked in such an ignorant tone.

- Uh, duh! Pretty mu... hey, where did the fire go? - she asked, her tone changing to more anxious one. Has she dropped her lighter? Now it will be impossible to start the fire. Hold on just a second. Does that mean she is surrounded by the darkness? Oh no...

Willow began frantically tapping the ground, hoping to feel her lighter before it's too late. The air around her got significally colder, and a silent whisper echoed around too. The firestarter shivered in fear.

- Where is it... Where is it? - she trembled. Finding a source of light was more important than messing with Shadow King, who now had a free hand to finish her miserable life. Why, she was like an animal stuck in the hunter's net! Defendless and scared, nervously looking for a way to escape the grim situation she's found herself in.

The shadow merely chuckled.

- I shall give you 5 minutes to find your light. If you fail I'll give you a painless death.

Willow squeaked. Five minutes? How on earth is she supposed to find her lighter in pitch darkness under pressure of time? It's almost impossible. She only mumbled something incomprehensible under her breath, searching for her lighter. Five minutes remain...

- Or..should I set the hounds loose..? So many options...

He let out a dark chuckle before pacing around the panicking Willow. Seeing her powerless was weirdly satisfying for him.

- SHUT UP! - she thundered suddenly - Just shut up and let me find my lighter you prick!!

The firestarter was fed up with his teasing, and had to let out her frustration somehow. She just wished she could light him up on fire and watch the flames wound him.

He paused and didn't say another word.. he was rather surprised she just blew up on him like that.. then again.. *His* Willow blew up on him. He folded his arms behind his back.

- You have only one minute now. - he drawled.

- What?! - Willow seethed - That's no fair!

It was now or never. If she finds her lighter in time, she'll live, if she fails to do so - she will die. Her hands were desperately tapping against the ground, hoping to feel te coldness of the lighter's steel surface.

- I'm surprised you haven't checked by your bear. - he remarked. After that the shadow king hasn't said anything. He was simply watching her struggling.

- it has to be here somewhere... - she stuttered, brushing the ground around her. The clock was ticking, after all. It was getting closer and closer to her demise. But then, something unexpected has happend. The Shadow King smirked before sliding the lighter towards her.

- There. - he spoke softly.

What has just happend? Shadow Wilson, the ruler of Constant who threatened to kill her seconds ago, casually helped her find the light! Oh, the irony! Pure irony! But why would he do that? Did he actually joked about killing her? Why, he had a solid reason to end her life. After all, she yelled at him. Perhaps with a little bit of luck he will explain his reasoning.

Without heasitation, Willow grabbed her lighter, turning it on. A small flame bursted into life again, dancing happily. The firestarter sighed in relief. She's escaped death this time.

- Enjoy the fire - Shadow Wilson added, avoiding eye contact.

- Guess I'll stay alive for a little longer just to mess with you - Willow teased.

He was already back to reading his book this time rather quietly. Now with a source of light the firestarter quickly located a stray log laying nearby. And without thinking much she throwed it into the fireplace. Shadow Wilson retreated to the shadow of the science machine to stay safe from the light, where he continued his lecture.

- All bright again - the firestarter hummed to herself.

- I'm surprised you haven't burned everything down. - he teased with a smirk on his face.

She turned on her heel towards the shadow king, facing him.

- I've burnt a forest once - she admitted with a proud look on her face.

- I know - he sighed.

- Of course, because you spied on me - Willow huffed, snatching a carrot from the icebox.

- I was actually with Wendy when you burned it down - the shadow explained, turning the page over.

- What a coincidence - she remarked, placing the carrot on the stick and hovering it over the fire. None of them spoke up, and there was silence. The night seemed to be calm and without any trouble. But everything could change with a blink of an eye.

- This is an Interesting book. - Shadow Wilson broke the silence between them.

- What is it about? - Willow asked.

- It doesn't matter - he replied shortly.

- It's prabobly some sloppy romance novel anyways - she shrugged it off, checking if her carrot has roasted already.

- No it isn't - he protested and looked up from the book only to send her 'the glare'.

- Could you enlighten me, then? - she requested, putting one hand on her hip.

- Different kinds of fire. It came from the chest near your bed. - the shadow stated, showing her the cover of the said book. Willow recognized it immediately. Her eyes widened with suprise; Why, it was her book!

- What?! You stole it! - she huffed - Give it back!

But he only chuckled, flipping some pages only to anger the firestarter.

- It's missing shadow flame - noticed the shadow king.

Willow's face softened; anger switched its places with confusion.

- Shadow fire? - she asked, to which he nodded.

- Shadow fire is a very important part of fire you know. - he explained - It's fire made from the power of shadow.

- But does it produce light and heat? - Willow asked further, scooting a little closer to him, setting the carrot on stick aside the fireplace.

He lifted his hand and created a weird flame within it. It was pitch black and almost unnoticable in the dark, because it didn't produce light. However it did produce a lot of heat, making its presence known that way.

- No light as it is shadow.

- Woa... - she stared at it with awe. It was so magical, and so, so warm. She wanted to touch it, to feel it burning her fingertips. She reached out for this weird flame, sticking her whole hands in it. The fire immediately surrounded her fingers, engulfing them in flames.

- Feels nice - she replied, locking her gaze on her now burning hands.

Shadow king froze in his tracks. Why would she do that? And why it doesn't hurt her? She's literally holding A FLAME in her hands. As for now, science was not able to explain this strange phenomenon, and neither could magic.

- Even now you confuse me. - he remarked.

The fire was mixing with the darkness around them making it impossible to see it.

She giggled at that 'compliment' of his.

- The fire is so dark I can't see it, but it's still here.

- It was meant to catch others, who didn't find it in time - he explained further - For now I have no need for it.

- It's such a wonderful source of light for the winter season - she added, moving her hands around.

- Is that so? - he asked, raising a brow.

- Yes! It's very warm, see? - She gestured towards her burning hand with a smile.

- Yet it gives off no light - the shadow noticed, finding himself looking at her hands. Yes, they were burning, but her skin still looked soft. He surely needs to examine this matter fully. It was his duty as the gentleman scientist.

- That's the biggest flaw - she sighed, snapping him out of his thoughts.

- I don't see it that way - he argued.

- What do you mean? - asked Willow, munching on the carrot she's forgotten about for a moment. It was cold now.

- It is a combination of science and magic..it's beautiful..and perfect. - Shadow Wison explained with such pride in his voice

- But it's not bright - she protested - and smells weird.

- Maybe so... - he grumbled, looking out into the distance. The shadow king purposely avoided eye contact with her, but why? Was there still a bit of humanity left in him? Or perhaps, his feelings finally made themselved known? Now's not the time to dwell on that. He shook his head, returning his gaze to Willow. Her gentle smile and those sparks in her eyes were enough to make his heart flutter.

- Daylight, good for you. Oh, by the way I'd go look in the ruins if I were you. Wortox has been trapped down there for awhile. - he added.

The firestarter tilted her head in confusion - Wortox? Hold on... You trapped someone in the ruins?

- Yes, I did. For a few days at that - he reassured, setting the book on the ground beside her - Same Ruins you were in not too long ago actually.

- Why would you... - she was about to ask but stopped mid sentence. Why would he trap an innocent being inside the ruins? He's still and evil lord of darkness... And a huge nerd. She couldn't help but smile at that thought.

- Go save him if you like or let him die, doesn't bother me any - the shadow said nonchalantly. He turned around his heel and began walking off into the shadows.

However, something else has been bothering her for quite a while now.

- Hey, I have a question for you - she spoke up, stopping him.

He turned around to face her for the last time.

- What? - he asked.

- Just a few moments ago you helped me find my lighter, even though you somewhat had a reason to kill me, and now you're giving me a chance to rescue someone. What's the matter with that? - she asked, munching on her carrot again.

Shadow Wilson would gladly answer that question, if he had a proper answer.

- Does it really matter? I'm bored - he stammered.

- Or maybe you just really like me. Depends, huh? - teased Willow.

He froze for a second, feeling his cheeks warm up, but only a little. After a small pause he glanced at her again.

- How could you possibly think that? - he questioned.

She snorted with laughter.

- I have a... 'Hypothesis'

- You seem to forget that I'm pure evil - shadow king defended himself, regaining his dapper posture.

- Said the nerd who didn't kill an innocent lady because something was preventing him from doing so - she teased again, crossing her arms.

- It doesn't matter. Now, Clock is ticking. Save him or let him die, up to you. - he reminded.

- As soon as the sun rises I'm going to - explained the firestarter - It's still hella dark.

Shadow Wilson nodded, like he understood what she meant.

- Farewell. - he replied, walking away a short distance away from the camp.

- Thanks for the talk! See you later! - she waved him goodbye, as to mess with him for the last time before he disappears.

He stopped before facing her. A smirk crept up on his face. However it was not a classic, smug one but more... warm?

- You never change. That's good. - he chuckled, dissolving into the shadows.

- "That's good"? - she repeated after him, not fully understanding. What did he mean by that? Is it good she's the same, so she's easily predictable? Or is it good she's the same because... Something else? Her mind was drawing a blank here. Anyway, it would be great to get some shuteye before her rescue mission. She rubbed her eyes, and crawled under the beefalo skin that acted as her bed, drifting off to sleep.

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Whew! That's a lot of words. I've counted... exactly 4190! I think that's my biggest record so far. But anyways, thanks for reading! I highly encourage you to share your thoughts about this story and/or point out some grammatical errors. With constructive criticism everything can improve, they say.

Forgot to add i was inspired A LOT by Bamsara's EE&EE & Nightly Sheanigans. You should definetely check those out.

#willowson #willow x wilson #willow #wilson p. higgsbury #don't starve #don't starve together #dst willow #dst wilson #fanfiction #writing #i dunno if its good or nah but anyways #bamsara

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year2000electronics · 6 years ago

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cute things to call your partner:

Miss Vulgar Lillith The Vamp Elle Fury Deadbolt Romeo of Darkness Starmaker Fist Warning Signs Bibles Smoked The Firestarter Higher Rune Scarlet Be Thy Coat Kill All Humans Bones Of The Master Mr. Sinister Evil Whispers Spawn Serendipitous Kill Stranglehold

#moth flies

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softwarily · 6 years ago

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destinysquared · 7 years ago

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Thanks to the suggestion by the AWESOME @thy-firestarter (loved ALL your ideas btw), here’s frieza w/ Veggie’s pink shirt >D

#destinymade #frieza #dbz frieza #dbz #dragon ball #dragon ball z

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pogoselvaggioblog · 4 years ago

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THE GARDEN - Kiss My Super Bowl Ring epitaph records (2020)

https://www.instagram.com/cabezahablante/?hl=it

Hola chicos!

Potrei iniziare a scrivere "ai tempi del Coronavirus.." o attaccare con un pippone simpatico ma didattico sull'importanza della musica durante la quarantena, ma Cabeza in quarantena vive da sociopatico stile psychonazi e ascolta solo hardcore punk o stoner rock per dimenticare questo periodo di merda dove confondiamo la solidarietà con il conformismo.

A rincuorarmi in questi giorni ci ha pensato l'ultimo album dei The Garden (cazzo, meno male). "Cazzo chi?"

Come "cazzo chi?" non conoscete i The Garden? beh problemi vostri vi dirò soltanto che sono una band californiana formata dai gemelli Wyatt e Fletcher Shears e che partiti dal punk hardcore un po' naif sono giunti ad un mix di stili e generi unico e soltanto "loro" che gli stessi chiamano Vada Vada Music.

Però vi prego scopriteveli da soli, piano piano e ve ne innamorerete. Per me rappresentano l'iconoclastia al fare il cazzo che si vuole puntando solo ad essere se stessi anche se in un mare di "costruzioni" o travestimenti.

Ma giungiamo al punto; uscito a marzo Kiss My Super Bowl Ring, per i tipi della Epitaph (che ormai producevano soltanto punk per gli hipster) è un bellissimo disco come non ne uscivano da un po' da un gruppetto di ventenni.

Peccato non abbiano aggiunto il singolo "Thy Mission" (uscito a fine 2019) che era ormai il mio inno all'essere come si è fottendosene di tutti, insieme al sempre visionario Mac DeMarco. Minchia non li perdonerò mai per questa mancanza perchè il disco inizia subito alla grande con "Clench To Stay Awake", una ballad post-grunge che poi diventa un selvaggio pezzo hardcore alla Bad Brains in acido da sushi! Subito la batteria di Fletcher spara una violenza punk rimanendo di un glam da rave party post anni 2010's (nella mia testa si dice duemiladiecis). Ma il pezzo che mi rapisce subito è "A Struggle"! Minchia! Inizia come uno screamo, poi l'aggancio alla Franz Ferdinand, e cazzo poi mi fanno scoppiare il cervello con tastiere vaporwave, basso new wave ma nemmeno il tempo di riprendermi che a cannone parte un simil-ritornello nurave come se i Klaxons degli esordi avessero conosciuto il postcore (mamma mia a scriverlo mi sta scoppiando la testa! che pezzone!). I testi poi fra il vago alla Michael Stipe e una tristezza cinica ma consapevolezza di un Robert Smith. Già urlavo al capolavoro ma poi ripenso alla mancanza di "Thy Mission" e torno in me stesso.

Se in questo disco era chiaro un uso maggiore delle chitarre, un altra influenza che già era presente nei lavori precedenti ma qui forse arriva più forte è il drum'n'bass dei novanta. E così "Sneaky Devil" sembra un pezzo di Goldie pulito dalle parlate rap inglesi, per urli post-punk nichilisti e anche un po' industrial. Non voglio scomodare Throbbing Gristle che poi mi picchiate (P-Orridge RIP).

Quarto pezzo è la title-track (fa figo sempre scrivere questa parola); un inno a fottersene tanto come si dice dalle mie parti se non ti sta bene mi puoi sempre succhiare la minch... ehm... il mio anello del Superbolw volevo dire. "A Fool's Expedition" sembra (al limite della denuncia) "Zombies" dei Cranberries, violenta, acida, piena di delusione che ci porta in un mondo dove le canzonette da hipster tutte pulite e fighette ci stanno in culo e partono flauti e tastiere da Neofolk ariano in chiave 2020. Mi stavo per suicidare quando la orecchiabilissima "AMPM Truck" con quella chitarrina seducente e quel basso pieno e cavernoso mi fanno quasi provare un piacere da punto G del cervello; e pensare che il pezzo racconta di un incidente che ha avuto Wyatt mentre stava guidando stanco di notte. Fletcher oltre alla batteria ed ai campionamenti pensa anche a queste chitarre malinconiche ma molto glam. Insomma mi sento un po' buttato di qua e di là con sti ragazzini. Ma Cabeza sa ascoltare con assoluta oggettivita e torna in se come un Jushin Thunder Liger e resisto dal riascoltarmi il pezzo per passare a quello successivo. "Hit Eject" inizia come un pezzo degli Auterche per poi divenire una "Firestarter" simil-rappeggiante; i campionamenti vapor sono la ciliegina sulla torta. Questa musica "spazzatura riciclata" dal duo di Orange County è impressionante; sembra che fagocitino generi e le assimilino come faccio io con le tortillas! Pezzo solido e un po' a ritorno alle origini, "The King Of Cutting Corners" è una gangstapunk song, con quella voce profonda di Wyatt e le chitarre da pulp fiction; un naif-punk alla primo disco dei Cure con inserimenti di rumorini, effettini presi e prodotti dalle menti dei due gemelli pazzi.

"Lurkin'" con le basi grime e quella chitarra dark subito mi rapisce, creando un aria di contaminazione molto cool. Forse non il pezzo potente come gli altri per la collaborazione di Khalif Jones (che non conosco ma sembra un Dizzee Rascal con il mal di gola). In "Lowrider Slug" non so se il riff di chitarra sia rubato a qualche produzione grunge o post-punk ma funziona con la voce di un disilluso Wyatt, come dei Nirvana infarciti di grime-noise e cacofonie urlanti. A chiudere "Please, Fuck Off" che già dice tutto; penso che a cantare qui sia Fletcher (ogni tanto li confondo, ma sarà la tequila), è un pezzo technopunk, con le aperture da ballad anfetaminica me la immagino dal vivo ad un rave party con luci soffuse. Forse non l'avrei messa come ultimo pezzo perchè dopo un disco così solido, veriegato e "pieno" forse un pezzo che ti faceva tornare a respirare per lasciarti positivamente ci stava (o forse ormai sono un vecchio del cazzo), ma i The Garden decidono di chiudere con un imperativo: FUCK YOU!

In conclusione Kiss My Super Bowl Ring è un bellissimo disco non un capolavoro, forse con quell'istant-classic (anche questa parola l'ho sempre voluta scrivere) di "Thy Mission" inspiegabilmente non inserita nell'album, minchia avrebbe spaccato! Però non possiamo non ascoltare e dare importanza a questo lavoro. E' originale, studiato, mai banale, quando dici "so dove andranno a parare" se ne escono con tastiere ambient-vaporwave che provocano mind blowing! Spero che ai sottovalutati ma eternamente borghesi upperclass The Garden arrivino i riconoscimenti che si meritano perchè come non succede più il loro suono ha fatto GAVETTA (ah minchia!) come non si fa più! senza i lavori precedenti non avrebbero evoluto questo sound "fluido", a volte indecifrabile ma personalissimo.

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terriblelifechoices · 8 years ago

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"About Me” Post

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

Tagged by @dailandin

1. Coke or Pepsi: Neither. If I had to pick one, I can drink Coke, I just don’t like it. (Pepsi is never happening. Pepsi makes my teeth squeak.)

2. Disney or Dreamworks: Disney. (I will echo @dailandin and add that Bambi’s mom was also the source of childhood trauma.)

3. Coffee or Tea: Coffee.

4. Books or Movies: Books.

5. Windows or Mac: Windows, for the most part. It would be nice if Windows released a new OS that wasn’t complete crap. Heaven help me if my laptop dies before that happens.

6. DC or Marvel: Probably Marvel.

7. Xbox or Playstation: Xbox, although I’m not much of a gamer and have never owned either.

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Probably Dragon Age? I’m not terribly familiar with either.

9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Night owl.

10. Cards or Chess: Cards.

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate wins by a narrow margin. I actually like both in terms of consumption, but I love baking with chocolate. There is no faster crowd pleaser than homemade truffles.

12. Vans or Converse: Solid neither.

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: These are the characters from Dragon Age, right?

14. Fluff or Angst: Fluff.

15. Beach or Forest: Forest

16. Dogs or Cats: Cats.

17. Clear Skies or Rain: Rain. I am smack dab in the middle of a crapton of farmland. Water is an all-consuming obsession, even if you (like me) have absolutely nothing to do with the industry.

18. Cooking or Eating Out: Cooking. I love cooking, and have a distressing spice addiction. (Insert obligatory Dune joke here.)

19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: Spicy! No one at work is ever going to let me live down, “actually spicy salsa, not white people salsa.” (I did not get actually spicy salsa. It was very disappointing.)

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Probably Solstice/Yule/Christmas. My family tends to celebrate consumerism, versus anything seasonal or religious. I like to think I am pretty good at this gift giving thing, though, which is the part I enjoy.

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: A little too cold. I am not sure that is possible, but I would super enjoy it.

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be?: Teleportation. Not having to pay airfare or deal with the TSA ever again = instant win, in my book.

23. Animation or Live Action: That depends. Is the intended medium anime or a cartoon? Because we should leave well enough alone, if that’s the case. But I tend to watch more live action than I do cartoons.

24. Paragon or Renegade: See, I want to say Renegade, but no. Paragon all the way.

25. Baths or Showers: Showers.

26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Team Iron Man. Science and accountability, YES.

27. Fantasy or Sci-Fi: Both.

28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes? If so, what are they:

"Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be, and be this so.” -Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 5

“Aut inveniam viam aut faciam.” -Hannibal (”I will either find a way or make one.”)

29. YouTube or Netflix: Youtube

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: I am not choosing between these. I want to be a demigod AND a witch, thank you very much.

31: When You Feel Accomplished: I am a compulsive list maker. If I can check things off a list, I am a happy little clam.

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars.

33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: Paperback. Someone once told me that if you want to support the author, you should buy their books in hardback. I agree with that on principle, because authors should get all the support, ever, but paperbacks fit my budget.

34. Handwriting or Typing: Handwriting.

35. Velvet or Satin: No. And also: No. Have you ever tried working with either of those f-ing fabrics? LAND OF MOTHER EFFING NO. Give me straight up quilter’s cotton, thanks much.

36. Video Games or Movies?: Movies

37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon? I think the answer to this depends on the degree of draconic sentience. Obviously, I’d rather be the Mother of Dragons if said dragons can’t talk or perform basic arithmetic, but I would obviously prefer to be a fire breathing badass if that option is on the table.

38: Sunrise or sunset: Sunset

39: What’s your favourite song? Mo Ghile Mear.

40: What’s your favourite smell? Redwood and woodsmoke

41. What’s your favourite bad joke? I don’t have one.

42. What is your favourite Young Adult book? The Lioness quartet by Tamora Pierce. They were written in the eighties, so they have problematic elements, but they were the first books baby!Ri encountered with a female protagonist who was going to accomplish her goals and to hell with her gender. Also: swords.

43. What’s your drink order at the bar? Guinness, if it’s a beer occasion. Whiskey neat, if it’s liquor.

44. What’s your favourite Magritte painting? I don’t know enough about Magritte for a favorite painting.

45. Given the chance, would you want to go to space? Yes, please, sign me up.

46. Name three things you would take with you to a haunted house.

That depends. Are we talking an actual, real live haunted house? In which case, I am bringing sea salt, some variety of firestarting device, and a sage stick for smudging.

If it’s just your run of the mill, run by humans with half-hearted jump scares haunted house, all I’m bringing is a sense of humor and a flashlight.

47. What is your favourite movie? I have a lot of feels about Inception. 48. Right-handed or left-handed (or ambidextrous)? Right-handed

49. What would you do for your career, if you didn’t need to worry about money? Small business owner. Most likely a cafe, although a book or a quilt shop would also be ideal.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it!

#ask me anything #meme

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