#Kansas Hicks

[20th-century-railroading]

MKT 218 - Hicks TX

DATE 08-15-1987 * Bill Phillips photo

[danielshouseofwhores]

💫Daniel Riccardo x Southern!Reader Headcannons vol.1💫

Reader is from georgia/south (NOT TEXAS,TOO MANY TEXAS FICS)

Daniel is a SLUT for small town diners

He giggles and gossips with Pierre, but not grid gossip, like, 90s school girl gossip

They also send each other snaps over break when Daniel joins reader on a delivery

Daniel.jpg will be full of pictures of the American countryside

But him/reader aren't public so everybody is confused af as to why he’s in the middle of buttfuck-nowhere Kansas

He gets toddler level excited whenever he sees an animal like “oh my god, honey! It’s a mountain goat!!”

Whenever he shaves/gives himself a new style, he always has to get a kiss from reader to make sure she likes it

Gets very pouty when he doesn’t earn the kiss of approval

First time he actually got to visit Texas and not just Austin, he made reader take him to the Alamo

He said “never forget the alamo” every time somebody said something bad against texas afterwards

Insisted that he go out and buy a Trans Am and dress as Bandit for halloween

He tried to get Max to dress as Snowman, but he refused to do the accent and Daniel was sad

Max lost best friend privileges for a month

ASS👏SLAPPER👏

He started to pick up trucker/southern slang, and the reader started to pick up Aussie slang, and together the two of them have made some Bogan/Hick language that nobody else can understand

Will watch the randomest of Netflix shows during a drive

You’ll just hear the weirdest shit coming from his phone

Or he’ll watch “Drive to Survive” and laugh at himself in the interviews

Begged you to instal a gaming console in the sleeper (“Bedroom” of a long range truck)

And we can’t resist those big brown eyes so now he has a playstation

And you will hear him playing “Red Dead Redemption: 2” (thats the single reason he chose PS/Xbox

Will pull the “Save a horse, Ride a cowboy” every chance he gets

And every time he says is, the Reader claps back with “Ride in a rodeo, then I’ll ride the cowboy” (Or smth along those lines)

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[coureirsix]

to be an angel that has lived millennia that has seen empires live and die that has seen archangels ravage planes of existence, to be a being of ethereal grace and virtue and to give it all up for a bowlegged hick boy from kansas.................

[burger4621]

I Love Super Heroes, But I hate the modern Super Hero.

I know it's an Unpopular Opinion in the world right now... But i really wish we could stop going for deconstructing the Super Hero genre. Or needlessly gritty. I wish we could just focus on these characters being good for the sake of being good.

The reason i hate the SnyderVerse is the same reason i hate The Boys, Invincible etc. Good for you, you're gritty and 'realistic'. But you completely ignore the reasons for the characters have to be good. Yes i know this is kind of reductionist, I know the shows mentioned above gives motivations for their cast. But they're kind of weak in my opinion... But i am just another Comic Book Nerd on the Internet. Im not saying they need to be Batman 66... But I haven't seen a live action Superman who felt like Superman in a long time. The Snyderverse felt like it removed Clark Kent from who Superman is. He's not a tortured god. He's a Hick. He's a Farm Boy from Kansas. Batman is another one! I understand The Dark Knight Returns is iconic. It changed how the world saw Batman. But now we are in a cycle of making the character darker and grittier because he's obsessed with vengeance. You've removed the hope that Gotham could be better. When i think about why the Spider-Man movies and games tend to be successful is that unlike the trends with Batman and Superman, they haven't removed the core of who Peter Parker is to Spider-Man. He may not always be right in a situation. He quite frequently makes the wrong decision. But he always tries. There is hope. There is the belief that he needs to do what he can because With Great Power Come's Great Responsibility he is the only one who can. Batman used to be like that too. Superman has the ability to be like that again. My Adventures With Superman was the most amazing Superman I have seen in a long time. Someone finally paid attention to who Clark is.

[solarsunshine]

something that has been really getting to me as i’ve fallen back into destiel and all it’s insanity, is how little people understand the pressure of being queer in red states. like, in no other fandom have i seen the amount of normal world/no power au’s that i’ve seen in spn/destiel verse, so you would think that there would be at least a little understanding/research onto how queer people live and stay safe in conservative cities or in the case of the small town au’s, places with less than 15,000 people? instead i see an abundance of fics where dean is closeted and that makes him the central focus of conflict/the “problem” in the relationship, or the fact that he’s closeted means he has to be suffering from internalized homophobia. as someone who has lived in red states while being very queer, for a lot of other folks being in the closet means safety, not repression. sometimes the closet door’s purpose is to keep people out, rather than keeping us in. there is a very prevalent idea in the minds of a lot of LGBTQIA+ people that small town/midwest/southern queer folks are all repressed, or that freedom means leaving our homes to be out and proud, and i’m not saying that that isn’t true for some people. but for others, we feel that our liberation comes from loving and being loved in the places we’re rooted in. when living in a largely christian and/or conservative town, county, or even state, having the ability to feel love and be loved is freedom and protest all in of itself. whether the couple holds hands on main street or only in their shared apartments (*whispers* and they were roommates) doesn’t negate the fact that they are living queerly and are alive and finding joy in a place that would rather see us dead. to wrap this up (and bring it back onto destiel lol), i do think that dean would be a character that does repress his sexuality, but i don’t think that it’s solely because he’s from freaking kansas. i would rather see how his relationships with family, he’s own self-worth issues, and past relationships affect him, instead of a lot of the stereotyping the fandom does of both him and queer culture in conservative environments. (and please can we stop with the urban, worldly castiel coming in to bring enlightenment and social reform to poor, hick dean? it’s giving classism and i hate that this dynamic is so popular😭)

[frownyalfred]

do other high society alphas look at "dirt poor" Clark and try to lure Bruce away from him?

I'm sure once they find out that Bruce is with Clark there will be a LOT of insane reactions across the spectrum. There will definitely be a lot of high society alphas who see Bruce (and Lex) deferring to Clark and wonder what the fuck this hick from Kansas has that they don't. Or why they feel a little weak in the knees when said alpha catches their eye briefly.

[aturnoftheearth]

where are the hicks from kansas…..

[superhell]

HAPPY 3RD WEDDING ANNIVERSARY TO THE GAY ANGEL AND THAT HICK FROM KANSAS

[edutainer2022]

It's a pensive, quiet little Scott and Penelope thing that sort of ambushed me. I like their fond, comfortable rapport and working relationship, and I like to wonder sometimes how they deal with being heirs in the spotlight. I also subscribe to a headcanon they might have been an on-again, but mostly off-again (some)thing some time early on. Sometimes adulthood is about letting go of what you think you should want to focus on what you need. But it's mostly about Scott's tumultuous sense of self, of course.

SECOND STAR TO THE RIGHT

To be honest, they were both drunk. Quite leisurely so, nothing over the board. It's been a long day of Tracy Industries negotiations in London, then a longer reception at Creighton-Ward manor, featuring most of the same people. Scott was honestly ready to not see them any time soon and call it a night.

But they were currently huddled comfortably in one of Penelope's smaller drawing rooms, or sitting rooms, or whatever the appropriate name rooms, once the guests took their leave. Penny had her killer heels off and stockinged feet tucked beneath her in the nook of a satin Regency sofa. He probably had the timestamp and the term wrong. He didn't care - the scotch in his hand was definitely the appropriate name and age, sending soothing warmth all the way down to the legs he managed to blissfully stretch across a fancy floral carpet... thing by the sofa. He was half of a mind to kick off the shiny dress shoes, but thought better of it, opting to just loosen the black bow-tie.

Penny was nursing a flute of champaign. Silences and chatter stretched comfortably at even intervals. This was nice. The camaraderie. The company. His eyes were drooping - a really grueling acquisition deal settled (hence the big guns - a reception at "the palace" to celebrate). He clutched the tumbler tighter, keeping alert, marginally aware falling asleep on a lady mid-sentence was probably rude even by his Kansas hick standards.

Penelope hid a smile behind a crystal rim and took a sip. He bit his lip in time to not offer a penny for her thoughts. That would be corny even by Gordon's baseline. Penelope tilted her head, watching his profile.

"It wasn't ever going to work."

That wasn't a question, which didn't register right away. He wasn't quite following, when she elaborated.

"Us. It was never going to work. We're too alike."

Huh? Now he really wasn't following. Maybe too much scotch and too little sleep wasn't a good idea. What was she talking about? There was never a "them". There was a Kansas flyboy once upon a time, a Hero's son and a wannabe dashing hero, and an Actual Princess. He had eyes - she was picture perfect beautiful, of course. And twice as smart. But so much was happening all at once, and then even more was happening in close succession, followed by yet more things that were never to happen then on. His tenure as a flyboy had ended almost before it ever began, his tenure as a Hero's son was called into question for lack of the Hero father all of a sudden, and his tenure as a dashing hero himself... He would be the first one to have major reservations about that. She was best friends with his little brother. They were practically the same person, so similar in demeanor and reactions, and dry wit. His other kid brother was so unapologetically smitten by her - it spilled from an endearing childhood crush into the full force tsunami of first love. So no, there was never a "them". There never could be. Besides, how similar could they be? John... Well, John could pull off class, sophisticated small talk (just barely, in a safe, vetted environment, but still), even the cut glass accent, if he wanted to. Scott still sometimes felt like a backwater flyboy in the society that looked to him to step up and be Jeff Tracy, Leader of Men and Hero Extraordinaire. He gulped a sip of diluted scotch and opted for a quip:

"You don't happen to know how to fly a supersonic rocket plane, do you?"

He was only half joking. Whatever Penelope had been trained for - she was good and getting better still. She kept studying his profile over the brim of her flute.

"No, I don't, darling. But I do know legacy and expectations, and weight of responsibility attached to a name."

He didn't have much to object to that. The silence stretched - not uncomfortable, but loaded. A whisper of ghosts in the space between them. Now seemed a good time to reach out to her, clasp a slender hand - to acknowledge and thank her for that understanding. But his shoulders and arms were leaden - the weight of the mantle pinning him down. Even his feet felt heavy and stiff - his father's shoes a deadweight, dragging him steadily under. He was both too drunk and not drunk enough for this conversation. Maybe she was too.

Penelope smoothed the silk of her evening gown over her tucked knees and trained her eyes at the wall of portraits, past his sitting form. It occurred to him that she was talking out loud to herself as much as to him.

"You need a Queen. To rule by your side. To rule in your name and await you from battle."

He let a rueful chuckle escape.

"Do I?"

No, that was Dad and Mom. Dad was King Arthur. Mom kept the lights on for him to find the way back from the stars and reigned supreme in their little world. Scott was but an interim impostor in an oversized crown.

"And you need a valliant faithful knight, m'lady. Or a devoted pirate."

He summoned the energy to twist a bit and look straight at her. This time she hid both the smile and a flash of blue gaze in the almost empty crystal flute.

"Maybe I do, good sir."

So maybe once upon a time there were a Kansas flyboy and an Actual Princess. Maybe there never were. A gentleman would never kiss and tell. And neither would a lady.

[the-football-chick]

Kansas City Chiefs 2024 Draft Picks _____________

Round 1: No. 28 (from BUF)- Xavier Worthy, WR, Texas

Round 2: No. 63 (from SF)-Kingsley Suamataia, OT, BYU

Round 4: No. 131-Jared Wiley, TE, TCU

Round 4: No, 133 (from BUF)--Jaden Hicks, S, Washington State

Round 5: No. 159 (from DAL)--Hunter Nourzad, C, Penn State

Round 6: No. 211 (from SF)*-Kamal Hadden, CB, Tennessee

Round 7: No. 248 (from BUF) C,J Hanson, G, Holy Cross

[krispyweiss]

Dom Flemons at Happy Hollow Hootenanny, Snow Fork Event Center, Nelsonville, Ohio, June 1, 2024

Birdsong accompanied the early portions of Dom Flemons’ Happy Hollow Hootenanny headlining appearance and fireflies lighted up the encores.

It was just before 8 p.m. June 1 when Flemons took the small Creekside stage in the woods of Nelsonville, Ohio, to play the instrumental “Old Cindy Gal” on rhythm bones and harmonica, his tapping feet and strategic breathing adding extra percussion. Ninety minutes later, the 125 or so in attendance were solemnly singing “We are Almost Down to the Shore” along with Flemons and his acoustic guitar before the American Songster wrapped his singular gig with an impromptu rag that earned a standing ovation in the forest and elicited a deep bow from the makeshift bandstand.

In between, the Carolina Chocolate Drops co-founder played originals from his most-recent Black Cowboys and Traveling Wildfire LPs, revisited the songbooks of Rev. Gary Davis on “Saddle it Around,” Elizabeth Cotten in an instrumental acoustic guitar medley bookended with “Freight Train” and “Oh, Babe it Ain’t No Lie” and reprised the Drops’ version of “Your Baby Ain’t Sweet Like Mine” on banjo as the audience alternated from respectful silence to explosive appreciation during and between numbers that encompassed traditional country on “Slow Dance with You;” country blues on “Steel Pony Blues,” which also appeared during soundcheck; folk on “Nobody Wrote it Down;” and spiritual music on “My Long Journey Home.”

Dressed in blue pants held up with suspenders, a plaid work shirt and hat, the bespectacled Flemons played five instruments (guitar, banjo, harmonica, bones and quills) across the 18 numbers on his playlist. He was in a jovial mood, explaining songs’ origins, recalling a whitewater-rafting trip with Yo-Yo Ma before the banjo-instrumental “Lost River Blues” and laughing off Wildfire’s recent Grammy loss to Joni Michell, singing: When Joni’s in the category it’s a Grammy that you ain’t got.

A master- as well as multi-instrumentalist, Flemons conjured Lightnin’ Hopkins’ shuffle on “He’s a Lone Ranger;” intuited trains on quills (“Railroad Bill”) and caused his custom-made Songster banjo talk back on “Saddle it Around” and “Tough Luck” as the instrument responded to Flemons’ spoken asides and recreated sounds from outside the narrator’s jail cell. As a guitarist, Flemons is equally adept at the Piedmont, Delta and folk styles and plays the instrument as if he’d dedicated his life exclusively to it.

After sitting for the second half of the show, Flemons stood and pulled a harp from his pocket to close the main set with “There’s a Brown-skinned Girl Down the Road Somewhere.” With Flemons in command, a harmonica becomes a band; he blew and cupped the thing to produce an array of sounds before rapidly turning it 360 degrees again and again without missing a note.

The audience went bonkers at this trick and Flemons couldn’t even get to the backstage tent before an encore - beginning with “My Baby Said Yes Instead of Maybe” to “lift us up” - became inevitable.

West Virginians Jesse Milnes & Emily Miller opened with a delightful 45-minute performance of originals and covers by the likes of Ola Belle Reed, the Stanley Brothers and Skeeter Davis. Handing fiddles and guitars back and forth to each other, the husband-and-wife duo brought the mood down with Davis’ “The Sad Situation” and ratcheted it up with Milnes’ “It’s Hard to Tell the Hippies from the Hicks.”

Miller’s own originals - about her husband and German relations accused of poisoning Kansas water supplies - sounded as old as the covers they played. And when the duo ended their set with “The Fun’s all Over,” it was only just beginning.

Grade card: Dom Flemons at Happy Hollow Hootenanny - 6/1/24 - A

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6/2/24

[godstaff]

What’s your opinion on All Star Superman?

Well...

Right from the start they hinted he's gonna die, which is the one thing DC likes the most to achieve.

He magically becomes the badass he's always supposed to be, but the caveat is he will die, so they let him as a postumous gift. When we finally have the Superman we've alwaya wanted is because his days are numbered. Tough luck, huh? The thing that gives you power, ends up killing you. Oh, the poetic irony...

As Queen said: "Too much love will kill you", doesn't it Mr. Morrison?

They won't even let him have a child with Lois, but he gets to prepare his successor, no other than Lex Luthor. Great. Even at the pearly gates he has to negotiate to get something. Luthor gets to kill him and come up on top. Who says a life of crime does not pay? Lex will even get the girl, since Lois is always attracted by the most powerful, so she''ll find the way to end up with Baldie. Screw 'Smallville'. She even was pissed at him for dying on her.

At least, Lex is a big city boy, not a hick from Kansas.

It should've been called "Ultimate Loser: Superman"

[yarpharp]

I had this insanely long conversation with a dear friend about how the Batfamily would probably be the most bizarre collection of accents ever. This was the verdict:

Bruce is a Gothamite, but he was raised/primarily around Alfred, with his classic British accent. He'd sound out a lot of his vowels with a bit of a Jersey drawl, but he'd annunciate with the kind of precision you expect from an Englishman. He also probably calls the bathroom the Loo in private and a few other little slang terms. BUT oh, it gets even more confusing as he gets older, because he spent a good chunk of his formative years after basically quitting college being trained by the League... Where the dialect is somewhere between archaic forms of Arabic and some Mandarin (because Ra's is old as dirt and obviously refused to adapt his language habits)? The comics were never very clear, but Arabic was a generally agreed thing. So ultimately? Bruce has this generally soft Gothamite accent with careful English annunciation but some words end up lilting because of League influences. The paparazzi claim it's his "international accent" from traveling all over so much, but in reality? He's Batman. He got that accent from being around Alfred and Ra's when he was young.

Yet then this leaves us to analyze others! I mean, what would Jason's actual accent be? He's a Crime Alley kid at the core, so an insanely aggressive Jersey accent. But then he died and came back, and who raised/trained him in his formative years? Oh yeah, ALSO THE LEAGUE. So now you got this pissed off anti-hero with a voice modulator with an accent that drags at vowels but lilts at random. None of the other criminal kingpins in Crime Alley can pin down if he's actually a local or some upstart from out of town trying to assimilate to the local vernacular.

Dick Grayson is the one with the most Frankenstein accent. Why? He grew up in the Circus, and when his Romani parent was not around to babysit him, it was a diverse mix of individuals with all sorts of accents and verbal ticks. Some lilting, some drawl, a bit of everything. Sometimes he just pronounces one word in a very specific way and it baffles Bruce and Alfred. What's worse? He's just one of those people who picks up accents from friends and family, so he ends up coming home one day after hanging out with Superman pronouncing shit like a Kansas hick out of the blue. Bruce is beside himself.

Duke and Tim are immune. Tim sounds like a Gotham rich kid with good pronunciation but a few nasal vowels and Duke just has a mid-level Jersey accent that any average Gotham kid would have.

Stephanie is the wild card. She's got the Gothamite accent but she's ADHD beyond words. And if you have ADHD, you might understand the feel when you subconsciously start picking up accents for certain words and phrases. As a result, Stephanie will randomly tone-shift into an accent she picked up from a Batfam member. Or her favorite barista at Starbucks. Or Harley Quinn's dramatic Jersey accent that outstrips Jason's.

Cass is stuck in accent/pronunciation hell. She's trying to learn to verbally speak English but everyone around her pronounces shit differently. ASL is great, it's neutral language everyone in the family knows, but when she finally speaks it's a mess of accents that reminds everyone in the family that WOW WE ARE A LANGUAGE SALAD.

Damian just sounds like a rich Arab kid. Perfect English clearly trained into him via a UK-born tutor but plenty of the lilt. He gets subconscious about it privately and tries to lose the accent for the sake of "blending in" to Gotham but he's surrounded by family with non-standard Gotham accents.

And finally: Alfred. He has his British accent but he's surrounded by people who have hybrid accents. When he is extremely upset, he loses a lot of his British posh and sounds a lot like Jason. He blames Jason for cursing wildly and repeatedly in his kitchen over the years for causing this.

[amst248carcerality]

The Forgotten Blues Legend: Buddy Moss

This photograph is titled Jailhouse Rock and was taken in a convict camp in Greene County, Georgia, in May 1941 by Jack Delano.  The guitarist was later identified as Eugene “Buddy” Moss, a blues guitarist, singer, songwriter, and harmonica player. Moss is considered to be “the most influential of all the Atlanta blues musicians” by blues historians despite his dying legacy today. 

Buddy Moss was born in Jewell, Georgia sometime around 1914 as one of 12 children in a sharecropping family. When his family moved to August, Georgia, he picked up the harmonica and taught himself to play so that he could perform for people at parties. Later at the age of 16, he followed other Black artists to Atlanta who desired to showcase their talents. Historians say “Decatur Street, right in the heart of Atlanta’s African American community, would have rivaled New Orleans Storyville, Beale Street in Memphis, or 18th & Vine in Kansas City for its profligate night life.” There, Barbecue Bob Hicks and Curley Weaver and was immediately recognized his great proficiency with the harmonica and started recording with him as the Georgia Cotton Pickers, producing songs including “I’m on My Way Down Home” and “She Looks So Good”. By 1933, he was self-taught on the guitar and shortly began playing with Blind WIllie McTell. Moss continued to collaborate with other artists in the Blues scene and produced a prolific amount of tracks. In 1934, his career reached a peak in the south and overshadowed big-name artists of the time like McTell.

Like many other Black blues artists, Moss’s career was hindered by criminal charges. In 1936 at the age 21 Moss was convicted of a crime and was put behind bars.  Some claim he murdered his wife, others that he killed one of his rivals. Even at the time the reasoning for Moss’s arrest was questioned but never given a concrete answer. 

7 years later, he was released on account of good behavior and the requests of future sponsor and recording manager James Baxter (JB) Long. In Long’s custody, he moved to Long’s home in Elon College in North Carolina where he spent 10 years “working in the fields during the weekdays and in Long's store on the weekends.” During this time he met other artists managed by Long including Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee, whom he recorded with in New York under Columbia’s label. Moss’s time in prison seemed to only enhance his skills and he felt like he could make a comeback. However, events of World War II lead to the banning of shellac material used for record discs and the entire industry collapsed, halting blues recording productions. Subsequently, only a handful of songs that he recorded in Columbia were ever published.  

Though he continued to perform locally in areas like Richmond, Virginia; Durham, North Carolina; and even Atlanta, Georgia, Moss could no longer make a living off of his musical talents and was forced into working various medial jobs such as tobacco farming, truck driving, and elevator conducting for the next 20 or so years.

His career lived a short revival in 1964 when he came into contact with Josh White at Emory College. There, he was recognized for his prior work and was invited to play for the college and nearby festivals over the next several years. However, the recordings from this time were not published until years later by Biograph Records. 

In 1951 Moss returned to Atlanta, Georgia. Though he would play for parties from time to time, his musical career had reached a halt. He died in Atlanta on October 19th, 1984. 

Despite being one of the most prolific and influential blues musician of all time, Buddy Moss has unfortunately been largely forgotten. Blues historians primarily attribute this to the fact that his career was interrupted by his time in jail and did not maintain enough momentum to remain popular during the music industry’s downswing during World War II. Biograph Records made an effort to publicize Moss’s music in 1970, releasing a majority of his recorded work from 1930-1941.

Moss’s life raises the question that can be asked about many incarcerated Black artists; what would his life and career have been like if he was not arrested? Why was there no justification for his conviction? Why did was a white male sponsor able to get him out of jail? What did this do to Moss’s spirit? 

Prior to finding this image, I have never heard of Buddy Moss. It is a shame that his legacy is not greater, and I hope this information inspires someone to give his music a listen. 

-Miranda

Sources: 

All Music

Kansas Blues Society

Last.fm

[risingsouls]

[Ey, here I am to interrupt your Sinday shenanigans with ooc personal Qs for anyone who can maybe answer:

If anyone here has ever moved out of state or more than a few hours away from basically everyone you know/your support system if you needed it, what advice do you have? 

If you didn’t move for any particular reason than “I need to get tf outta here” or similar like me, what helped you choose where to go? 

Also, more specifically, if you live/have lived in California (which is where I’ve picked I just don’t know the SPECIFIC where yet), what advice would you give a dumb hick Kansas girl like me (ok im not actually a dumb hick but u get it)? EDIT: I do know cost of living is going to be higher that it is here. That’s pretty much a given, even though tbh? Shit’s expensive af here, too. So I know I’ll be paying a lot more to move to a place with a culture that suits me better than to stick around in this toxic waste dump of a state.

Even if you don’t fully fit the criteria and have advice, any is appreciated! I’ve only moved at most three hours away from where my family is/where I grew up for school, so I have experience living away from home. Just never so far from the only people I still like. 😅]

[aturnoftheearth]

never mind i’m awake. anyone else miss castiel or is just me and that hick from kansas