#chris stapleton

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My mom sat me and my brother down and told us that our donor father was not who she said it was and it was actually Chris Stapleton and her proof was a really poorly photoshopped image of him with us as babies.

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[mlobsters]

I've looked for love in all the same old places Found the bottom of the bottles always dry But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it 'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high

tennessee whiskey by chris stapleton

digital painting, 30+ hours - drawing video under the cut

so this was another attempt at stretching myself beyond what i feel like i can do comfortably. i can't draw without references and generally i just draw scenes from whatever source media, note for note.

when i was listening to this song a bit ago, i had this idea of the boys slow dancing to this song all sweaty and tired after a hunt in some dingy bar. made me think of a scene from euphoria, s2e3 in a flashback with two young men who dance and kiss in a gay bar. the bar was exactly the kind of thing i wanted. i wasted hours trying to find other pictures to use as reference instead but i ended up going with the euphoria scene.

i'd seen quite a lot of gifs from this entertainment weekly photoshoot and there were some really nice moments between jared and jensen that i thought i could tinker with a little to make sam and dean and a slow dance/hug/shuffle

so i needed to change lighting, clothing, accessories, some of the background items.. definitely outside of my abilities generally but trying to push myself. kinda got lost in the sauce of the background and melding the people into the background i'm still not sure really worked. i'm sure it's the lighting letting me down. i tried though and now i wanna shove the painting out of my car and drive off

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[writingsfromhome]

What are you Listening To?

Ask: Would you write something based off of Chris Stapleton’s song “what are you listening to?”.

A/N: this was painful to write, it is short and Sad. So read at your own risk

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Ever since Harry and you broke up, he’s hated train rides. It was over an hour riding from central to the flat you two were renting in Northolt.

Harry remembers the day you two moved in; both of you were only 21, you’d given up being able to afford something decent any closer to London. He remembers even though you had been upset at first, it had taken one night there for you to reframe everything. He remembers you made a pact together: every train ride would be enjoyable.

That was y/n to him, always trying to add gratitude to any small moment.

And train rides had been more okay because of you. Harry would get playlists curated for him every week that were exactly 1 hour and 20 mins for his rides in, other times when you was working at the office the two of you would ride in together. If a stranger looked over at you they would see two people sharing a pair of headphone listening to music or a podcast about music together, or leaning into each other catching up on sleep after a late night together, or simply whispering to each other and laughing. You two never ran out of things to laugh about.

Now, 6 years later, Harry rode on the train for the hour and a bit all alone and he hated every minute because all he thought about was you. All he could remember was you. And it was a torturous ride that ended in an empty flat.

Tonight Harry cracks open a beer as soon as he gets in, unbuttons his stuffy dress shirt and flops down onto his couch. You two had bought the couch together a few years ago after finally throwing out the ratty one you had grown attached to. This new couch had been a symbol of doing better, both of your careers were going well and you finally had money for nicer things.

Although neither of you were ever able to shake off this flat. The long train rides in became a sacred ritual, the flat became home. All your friends used to make fun but it never bothered either of you because it was enough. It used to be enough.

Lately Harry’s felt depraved—ever since you left, he continued to torture himself with music.

Music used to mean everything to him, until he met you, then you replaced that. But music became a thing for both of you. The two of you used music as a way to enhance life—you both believed life imitated art and vice versa. You both agreed that music was the best art form to view the world through. It was always playing through the flat.

When you two weren’t on the train or in your Northolt flat, you were at music shows all over town. From the O2 to a small local pub, you loved supporting musicians and unlocking the secret stories and emotions that came with them. After every show Harry loved staying up with you and going over the highlights of the show; that’s where a lot of your train naps came in handy.

In another life, Harry used to tell you, he would be a musician. Both of you would travel the world and he’d play his sold out shows and you would get to travel. You never could travel as much as you wanted to.

I guess in another life, Harry thought with a pang, we’d still be together.

Tonight, Harry goes old school and puts a record on. When you two first split, Harry had hated looking at the shelf that used to be brimming with records. Because now its half-empty shelves were a reminder there was an empty space in this place he called home.

The vinyl spins round, and its familiar chords begin to play into the drafty flat. Harry sinks into the couch. Into his misery.

You were in every line that played; he almost sees you standing over the couch smiling down at him, encouraging him to get up and dance with you.

He would sweep you across the floor, you would giggle about what the neighbours downstairs heard. You would sing, he remembers. And he would join in, holding you close. Cheek to cheek. The two of you had become a single living organism. Now he was a soldier returning home with a phantom limb. It was the only explanation why he not only ached inside, but all around him too.

He reaches his hand out into the air, the dust motes twirl around his fingers, the only company he has these days.

Harry wonders if you were home right now, or on a train. Maybe you were still at the office working late, or meeting up with a friend for dinner. He wondered what you were listening to. Maybe one of those niche cover bands both of you’d heard in the small towns you’d visited across the country, or a sad song on the radio, maybe it was a busker on the train platform, or maybe it was something new. A song that had no history with Harry. Maybe, Harry thought, you were better adjusted. Not as depraved like him. Maybe it was a love song about someone new, someone who made you feel good again.

Harry felt mad thinking about where the two of you went wrong.

Right after the two of your broke up and he had to tell the people in his life, they’d all been shocked. Blindsided just like him. It was always Harry and y/n, y/n and Harry. They’d been one. Now it felt like someone was missing in any crowd Harry found himself in.

You’d always been in harmony, but sometime in the last few months of being together, Harry had unknowingly missed some notes. Your music had clashed, and no sheet music could set it right.

At least that’s what he had heard from you: there was no going back.

Harry curls in on himself. The ache fills him from the centre out.

He wondered if you thought about him as often as he thought about you. If you wondered like him, how a good thing goes bad. How can such an overabundance of love just vanish?

His mates kept telling him to move out. He could afford something closer to the city now, he had people nearby there. He didn’t have to be alone.

But Harry felt like he was still living in the final note of a song, it’s echo still reverberating throughout the room. Some might call it the ghost of the song. Harry called it hope. He had this crazy dream: maybe one day you would show up at the front door you both called home at one point. And you’d step into his arms. He’d realize the last few months had just been the diminuendo. Your songs were still playing. There were still new heights to scale.

The record comes to an end. Harry’s in the exact same position he’s been in the last couple months. Curled on his side in the sofa, bottles littering the coffee table, pillow soaked with tears, and pain lacing every bone and ligament without you here.

He’d give anything to know what you were listening to. One more song together. One last dance together. Even one last note together.

What are you listening to?

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[taylorswiftstyle]

Out and about | New York City, NY | June 22, 2023

Vintage Philadelphia Eagles sweatshirt Chris Stapleton 'Green 47 Hat' - $30.00 Catbird NYC x Phoebe Bridgers 'Kissing Skull Friend Charm Set' - $130.00 Adidas x Ivy Park 'Savage V4 Sneakers’ - $125.00 (sold out)

Taylor was spotted out in New York appearing to be low-key and sporting some of her most charming personal interests as fashion in one very Princess Diana athleisure-driven outfit.

A Philly Eagles sweatshirt denoting her lifelong love of the team and her home state (and a certain lyric in "gold rush"), a Chris Stapleton (fanmade) hat as reference to his guest vocals on "IBYTAM" (and perhaps beyond?), and a friendship necklace from Eras Tour opener Phoebe Bridgers' collaborative collection with New York-based jeweller Catbird NYC (a collection we already know she's worn and loved).

(How many more sidebar commentary parentheses does one caption need?)

#taylor swift #candid #top #accessory #jewelry #shoe #vintage #chris stapleton #catbird #catbird nyc #adidas #ivy park

[dabiconcordia]

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[officialromaniantranslatiuni]

Then don’t reference our language 😒 2:12

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[wolfpup10]

Say Something- Justin Timberlake Ft. Chris Stapleton (Cover)

So talented..... Enjoy 😊😊😊

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[lonestardust]

Rafael Silva via Instagram stories | Nov 27, 2023.

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[103-fevers]

Chris Stapleton-Whiskey And You-Lyrics

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[midlandcountrymusic]

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[whereifindsanity]

Chris Stapleton ~ Starting Over

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[ifelllikeastar]

Chris Stapleton born April 15, 1978 in Lexington, Kentucky

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[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Georgia Republican Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene was ridiculed after she praised country star Chris Stapleton’s Super Bowl performance for supposedly being anti-woke, not realising he's a supporter of the Black Lives Matter movement.

Ms. Greene praised the singer’s performance while slamming the rest of the pre-game events – Sheryl Lee Ralph sang "Lift Every Voice and Sing," often referred to as the Black national anthem, and a team of all-female pilots performed a Navy flyover.

“Chris Stapleton just sang the most beautiful national anthem at the Super Bowl. But we could have gone without the rest of the wokeness,” she tweeted after the singer performed The Star-Spangled Banner ahead of the game between the Kansas City Chiefs and the Philadelphia Eagles on Sunday night.

Ms. Greene appeared to be unaware of Mr Stapleton’s support for the Black Lives Matter movement.

Following the 25 May 2020 murder of George Floyd by Minneapolis police, Mr. Stapleton appeared on CBS This Morning, saying “do I think Black lives matter? Absolutely ... I don’t know how you could think they don’t”.

“There’s a very broad awakening that’s come about and it’s time for me to listen. It’s time for other folks to listen,” he said at the time. “The country that I thought we were living in was a myth.”

Ms. Greene was subsequently mocked for her lack of understanding, with Twitter users noting Mr. Stapleton’s progressive views, and others asked why Ms. Greene appeared to be bothered by an all-female pilot team. “Chris Stapleton is ‘woke’ as f***, you shrieking harridan,” Dennis Perkins wrote, linking to a country music outlet outlining Mr. Stapleton’s support for the movement.

“MTG is here revealing that when they say ‘woke’ it means they don’t want to see or hear anything about non-white culture,” one Twitter user said.

“Please say what you mean: You could’ve done without the black people,” another added.

“Like the 1st ever all-woman Navy flyover. That’s what you call woke??” a third said.

“.@mtgreene‘s Definition of Woke: A bunch of scary black people singing, dancing, playing football and sitting in Fox sportscaster chairs...” Andy Ostroy wrote.

“Witness when racism never takes a day off. Neanderthals are gonna Neanderthal. The #Wokeness this shitgibbon is referring to is @thesherylralph and @babyface performing. How DARE they show up all black and excellent huh? This thing is a hateful gargoyle,” Yvette Nicole Brown said.

Josef Adalian said, “she means the Black man and woman who sang just before him, and the ASL interpreters who signed the three songs” in response to Ms. Greene’s tweet.

“You clearly know nothing about Chris Stapleton. 100% chance he hates you and he’s a ‘woke’ Black Lives Matter supporter,” one account holder said.

The Independent has reached out to the office of Ms. Greene for comment.

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