#Anne boilin

[notchainedtotrauma]

As Fannie Berry tells it: "Sukie was her name. She was a big strappin' nigger gal dat never had nothin' to say much. She used to cook for Miss Sarah Ann, but ole Marsa was always tryin' to make Sukie his gal. One day Sukie was in the kitchen making soap. Had three gra' big pots o' lye just comin' to a bile in de fireplace when ole Marsa come in for to git arter her 'bout somep'n. He lay into her, but she ain't never answer him a word. Den he tell Sukie to take off her dress. She tole him no. Den he grabbed her an' pulled it down off'n her shoulders. When he done dat, he fo'got 'bout whippin' her, I guess 'cause he grab hold of her an' try to pull her down on de flo'. Den dat black girl got mad. She took and push ole Marsa an' made him break loose an' den she gave him a shove an' push his hind parts down in de hot pot o'soap. Soap was near to boilin', an it burnt him near to death. He got up holdin' his hinds parts an' ran from the kitchen, not darin' to yell, 'cause he didn't want Miss Sarah to know 'bout it. Well, few days later he took Sukie off an' so' her to de nigger trader. An' dey 'zamined 'her an' pinched her an' den dey opened her mouf an' stuck dey fingers in to see how her teeth was. Den Sukie got awful mad, and she pult up her dress an' tole de niggers traders to look an' see if dey could find any teef down dere."

from Scenes of Subjection By Saidiya Hartman

#Saidiya Hartman #Scenes of Subjection #when white supremacist patriarchal impulses destroy #hegemonic violence #antiblackness as the foundation of the world #Sukie #Fannie Berry #violence is the only response to rabid malevolence #erasure: a tortured silence #hypervisibility as the grotesque

[tfc2211]

Play ▶ J.J. Cale Featuring Leon Russell - In Session At The Paradise Studios - Los Angeles, 1979

Track List T-Bone Shuffle Nowhere To Run Cocaine Ten Easy Lessons Sensitive Kind Hands Off Her Lou-Easy-Ann Going Down Corine Corina Roll On No Sweat Crazy Mama Fate Of A Fool Boilin' Pot After Midnight T-Bone Shuffle T-Bone Backwards Same Old Blues Don't Cry Sister Set Your Soul Free (Tell Me Who You Care) 24 Hours A Day Ten Easy Lessons

#J.J. Cale #Leon Russell #In Session #1979 #Recorded June 1979 #Youtube

[thuganomxcs]

unprompted / always accepting / @healingwords​ :Oh, is it torment Yusuke hours? Because Ann's got an idea for that. The dress shirt that the Hierophant had to wear for his school uniform was thin enough for him to keenly feel the Lovers running her pointer finger up his spine as she passed, her nail dragging delightfully along the fabric-covered skin. And just to make matters worse, she was looking over her shoulder with a smirk, the blond knowing all too well that she'd catch his expression.

Just another day at school…well this was more than just ‘another’ day considering he actually attended most of his classes. Makoto’s death glare really reminds him of the car that struck him down a couple of years ago so..for now he figured it would be best to remain on her good side before he goes to his usual ‘give her the finger and then head up towards the roof to sleep’ routine. BUT also he came to school to see his girlfriend Ann, hopefully the headhoncho wouldn’t have anything for the team to do today on his rather busy schedule.

Aaaand the evidence points towards ‘no’ considering the young woman, his paramour had enough time to try and fluster him. Both his hands into the pockets of his pants as he felt her finger..and nail drag along his back. Where did she get this idea from? Was it one of those moments when he would grope her and she’d retaliate by almost killing him and he’d respond with ‘I like it rough’? Was that the catalyst that brought the idea of her teasing him like this? Because..for real he could really get used to this.

‘But for the love of God Yusuke keep your damn eyes away from her.’ He says towards himself within the back of his consciousness. He MUST have been flushed slightly because of this power move. Just his luck he’d choose to love a tease. “You know really know what to do t’ get someone’s blood boilin’ through the roof don’tcha?” And GOD did it feel good. He almost turned to look at her, then he would have exposed his slightly crimson cheeks but he retaliated and turned away just as fast. ‘Just what’re you doing you friggin’ idiot. Don’t.let.her.win.’

#❛ mail ━━ when i rush make your butt pucker the fuck up. #healingwords #uramann

[queen-rayche]

Well she always was a bit of a hothead 😂

#six the musical #six musical #six #anne boleyn #Anne #Boleyn #Boleyn Anne #Anne b #Anne boilin #Anne boiling #hothead #parrody #parody #art #drawing #depiction #just for fun #what if #why not

[a-little-slice-of-fandom]

one of my professors pronounced Anne Boleyn’s name as boilin’ while another professor misspelt Catherine of Aragon’s name as Catherine of Aragion in the same week

Sksksksksk iconic

[kiss-my-freckle]

My latest tweet thread. Katarina in The Freelancer. Follow along. 

You’re not gonna stay for dinner? And intrude on your mother-daughter reunion?

Liz and Agnes in 6x22, readying for their mother-daughter reunion dinner. Katarina and Masha had their mother-daughter reunion dinner in 1x2. 

"But it is a restaurant, and it is dinnertime." 

Like Liz and Ellie. 

"If you’re looking for a realtor, my girlfriend Ellie is awesome." 

Katarina lays it out for her daughter. 

"Anyone asks, you’re my girlfriend from Ann Arbor." 

Liz sees a man. 

"Absolutely not." 

Lmfao!!! Absolutely NOT. 

"Fine. You can be my daughter." 

Because you are. Just ask Alexander Kirk. 

"To the future." 

Katarina in the homeless shelter. 

"Most importantly, I think the woman who stepped into that ocean is dead. The one who emerged has new choices, a new future..."

"Aviation cocktail. It’s from the ’20s. Tastes like spring, doesn’t it?" 

Spring. A time of rebirth. Dom spoke of it. 

"My daughter had to wait half her life to be reborn."

"Tell me my profile." 

Tell your mother her profile, Liz.  

"You’re rootless." 

Ruin's No Roots soundtrack and the voiceover. 

Grace. "Nice woman, kind of quiet. Kept to herself." 

Raymond. "You’re a loner. You keep your distance."

He wants to know how she "sees" him. Illusions. Magic.

"You'll never find Rostova."

Then, the in-law. 

"Does he know you as well as you know him? Does he know about you as a child? Does he know about the fire?" 

Sarcasm. Liz doesn't know "Tom Bond" 

Questions Red really wants answers to. He wants to protect his child. 

"As I feared would happen, elements from Katarina’s past are circling Elizabeth like a pack of wolves in the night." 

"I put Tom Keen in her life to keep an eye on her, and he married her.”  

Now Lizzy’s mother is having to reenter her life. 

Both need protection. 

Red. "Everything about me is a lie." 

Liz. "What if I were to tell you that all the things you’ve come to believe about yourself are a lie?"

"Why am I so important to you? Did you know my parents?" 

 Liz. Profiled well enough to run a DNA test. 

"It was intimate and weird. And when we thought we were made, he snuck out the back and I palmed his scotch glass." 

"But, when the envelope came back, I was scared it would confirm the devil was my father." 

Lmfao!!  Liz ran a DNA test on her mother in 1x2. 

"But in trying to find out if you were the devil, I learned my mother was." 

"How close to the truth do you think you can really get?" 

This close. 

"I didn’t look at it. Threw it away." 

Ressler chimes in. 

"Look. It’s nothing. Alright? See?" 

Again, "I so want to know how you see things." 

He wants to know how she “sees” him. 

She can't "see" Rostova. But Dembe can. 

Liz saw a man, so she saw a father. 

♪ I can't hide you, the rock cried out I ain't gonna hide you there ♪

Moby Dick. 

♪ Well, I run to the river It was boilin', I run to the sea ♪

Skip to Wujing. Red doesn't have to act. 

"You act like we’re the same. You’re wrong."

He's exactly who he's supposed to be, and they are the same.

"If people were wrong less often, my life would be much easier." 

Tell me about it, seven seasons easier.

#Rederina #The devil is in the details #and a dress #The Blacklist #He's not Romeo #He's Juliet #He's not Adam #He's Eve

[thats-miss-spider-to-you]

it took everything i had not to go the pun route and name her Anne Boilin’ 

#slizzipede #pokemon swsh #anne boleyn bc she was the spiciest of henry VII's wives #also she is now my favorite #don't tell the others

[minipliny]

“I enjoyed reading 1851 novel, Moby Dick, but I really wanted to know how much 1970s Americana and Mountain Goats lyrics could be free-associatedly linked to it at 3am”: the playlist for you. 

Tracklist under the cut:

1.Joni Mitchell - Urge For Going Now the warriors of winter they gave a cold triumphant shout And all that stays is dying and all that lives is getting out See the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snow They've got the urge for going and they've got the wings so they can go

2. Warren Zevon - Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead Not everybody has a place to go And home is just a place to hang your head And dream of things to do in Denver when you're dead You won't need a cab to find a priest Maybe you should find a place to stay Some place where they never change the sheets And you just roll around Denver all day

3. Nina Simone - Sinnerman So I run to the river It was bleedin', I run to the sea It was bleedin', all on that day So I run to the river It was boilin', I run to the sea It was boilin', all on that day So I run to the Lord Please hide me, Lord.... But the Lord said Go to the Devil 4. Gladys Knight - Help Me Make It Through the Night Come and lay down by my side Til the early mornin' light All I'm takin' is your time Help me make it through the night I don't care what's right or wrong I won't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow But tonight I need a friend  5.Buffy Sainte-Marie - Easy Like The Snow Falls Down Come to me Easy like the snow falls down Come to me 6. Little Feat - Willin' And if you give me weed, whites and wine And you show me a sign I'll be willin', to be movin' Well I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet and I'm still, willin'  7.Aimee Mann - Going Through the Motions Something isn't right I don't know how I know But baby, it's despite Your dog-and-pony show I can hear it coming You're only going through the motions, baby   8.Baptized by fire- Spinnerette Have you ever been alone Fighting your own war? Someone stole the life from you And now they're back for more Your heart is on the floor Beating out of control Oh, I don't want this anymore So I'll be sailing on Out into Bermuda blue Compass needle breaks Like the heart I gave to you I've been laying down in the devil's lair Sailing into the sun, I'll be baptized there   9.Asobi Seksu-Sing Tomorrow's Praise You've left without making a sound Lay your heavy hammer down For an ocean's not a simple way out Trees bend down and sway These leaves were falling anyway There's no time to walk away from this day Glowing reasons fray Chase these things that end this way Whisper words of faith and set out of place  10. Love Love Love - The Mountain Goats Some things you'll do for money and some you'll do for fun But the things you do for love Are gonna to come back to you one by one Love, love is going to lead you by the hand Into a white and soundless place  11.Wall of Death - Richard and Linda Thompson You can waste your time on the other rides This is the nearest to being alive Oh let me take my chances on the Wall Of Death On the Wall Of Death all the world is far from me On the Wall Of Death it's the nearest to being free    12. Silver Jews - People   I love to see a rainbow from a garden hose Lit up like the blood of a centerfold I love the city and the city rain Suburban kids with biblical names 13.Funkadelic - Maggot Brain I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe I was not offended   14. Tori Amos - Talula Say goodbye to the old world Ran into the Henchman who severed Anne Boleyn He did it right quickly a merciful man She said one plus one is two But Henry said that it was three So it was Here I am  15. Leonard Cohen - The Great Event It`s going to happen very soon. The great event which will end the horror. Which will end the sorrow. Next Tuesday, when the sun goes down, I will play the Moonlight Sonata backwards. 16. Dar Williams - Blue Light of the Flame As the earth melts at the poles I race to man the controls And I work harder, fiercer and smarter You're at the blue light of the flame Out beyond rescue Somebody let you Look into the blue light of the flame  17. Tori Amos  - Iieee I know we're dying And there's no sign of a parachute We scream in cathedrals Why can't it be beautiful Why does there gotta be a sacrifice Just say yes You little arsonist You're so sure you can save Every hair on my chest  18. Steely Dan - Don't Take Me Alive I hear my inside The mechanized hum of another world Where no sun is shining No red light flashing Here in this darkness I know what I've done I know all at once who I am  19. Buffy Sainte Marie - House Carpenter "Now you forsake your house carpenter "And go along with me "I'll take you where the grass grows green "On the banks of the deep blue sea."   20. Richard & Linda Thompson - Shoot Out the Lights Keep the blind down on the window Ah, keep the pain on the inside Just watching the dark. Just watching the dark Ah he might laugh but you won't see him As he thunders through the night Shoot out the lights. Shoot out the lights   21. Laurie Anderson - Pieces And Parts Out on the ocean, out of the water We look for signs of him He looks like a giant snow hill, a fountain Then he disappears. He's a speck on the horizon We see him only in parts The flash of a tail, his beating heart. He's in pieces and parts.   22. Leonard Cohen - Story of Isaac Thought I saw an eagle But it might have been a vulture, I never could decide.   23. Lucinda Williams & Mary Chapin Carpenter -  Sweet Old World See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips A sweet and tender kiss The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone's ring Someone calling your name Somebody so warm cradled in your arm Didn't you think you were worth anything   24. The Mountain Goats - Autoclave Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize Maybe it’s the heat in here, maybe it’s the pressure You ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no one in her right mind would make my home her home My heart’s an autoclave My heart’s an autoclave   25. Sufjan Stevens- In the Devil's Territory We stayed a long, long time To see you To beat you To see you At last I saw the dragons drying I saw the witches whine We stayed a long, long time But I’m not afraid to die

#i can try and justify these if asked..... #really all my starbuck opinions went here #moby dick

[parkerbombshell]

Jazzamatazz - Street Life

Wednesdays 2pm-4pm EST Today’s Bombshell (Bombshell Radio) Bombshell RadioJazzamatazz Double Header FRIDAYS 1pm-3pm EST 6pm-8pm BST 10am-12pm PDT bombshellradio.com Sunday 7pm-8pm EST A musical kaleidoscope of 24 groovy,funky,jazzy,rocking,far-out & fun tracks. A genre juggling journey into sound. Volume 84. Enjoy the trip :) #Eclectic, #funk, #Jazz, #Groove, #soundtrack, #funksouljazz, #raregroove, #funky, #groovy, #jazzy, #latin, #rock, #loung,e #retro, #librarymusic 1 Lovers In Orbit Paramour 2 Ne Tirez Pas Sur le Bassiste Paul Guiot & Paul Piot 3 Upturn Eddie Smith & The Hornets 4 That Didn't Stop Me Beverly Crosby 5 Roving Reporter Alan Hawkshaw 6 Heavy Water Alan Parker 7 Got To Get Me A Job Ann Alford 8 West Coastin Alan Moorhouse 9 Short Cut James Clarke 10 Train to Moscow Dietrich Pregl & Teddy Vento 11 The Funky Moon Smokey Johnson And Company 12 Pretty Colours Keith Mansfield 13 The Light Fantastic Mike Vickers 14 Dr Jekyll and Hyde Park The Mohawks 15 Hi Heel Sneekers Wynder K. Frog 16 Energy Vibrations Johnny Pearson 17 Boilin' Water The Soul Stoppers Band 18 Neptunes Walk The Rainbow Orchestra 19 Love For Sale Marian Mc Parland 20 The Call Hazy Osterwald Sextet 21 Metaton P. Reno 22 Bossa Nova Hand Dance Connie Francis 23 Theme from Captain Scarlet Barry Gray Orchestra Read the full article

[artisticestheticreads]

ያ ድምጹ (That Voice)

  The next day in her apartment’s lab, Anika was looking at the blended blood sample of her last victims through a magnify glass and took some notes. “No trace of any diseases found. This is good for feeding. The others will be happy.” She took off her white lab coat and gloves placing them on the counter before leaving the room. Anika played her stereo to hear Nina Simone’s ‘Sinnerman’. She let her hair down out of its ponytail to massage her scalp as she moved around her apartment to the instruments that surrounded her in the room. She wore small biker shorts with an over sized white crop top. She moved her hips and arms to the sway of Ms. Simone’s vocals, singing every word.

“Don't you see I need you, rock? Good Lord, Lord All on that day So I run to the river It was bleedin', I run to the sea It was bleedin', I run to the sea It was bleedin', all on that day So I run to the river It was boilin', I run to the sea It was boilin', I run to the sea It was boilin', all on that day.”

     Anika imagined herself as she was there when she performed this song live back in 1965 when her mother was still alive. Queen Kamili loved this song and whenever the ladies heard it, they couldn’t help but move. They always ended up doing their tribe’s dance moves. Anika moved around in such a full force as she imagined the last few minutes she had with her mother. She felt her soul become stronger within every move like she did whenever she was with her mother. When the song came to an end, she felt tears draining from her eyes, looked into the mirror across from her and saw the gold tears fall. She tossed her hair out of her face and sat on her knees looking at her reflection. 

  She heard a cough and when she turned, she saw her third eldest sister, Princess Eshe Maraki of Season Beginning’s. She wore her fluffy afro with pride, a bedazzled sequin top with a purple strapless bra , bangles up her arm, matching hoops and a purple fluorite stone around her neck with low ride cuffed jeans and matching stiletto boots. “Hello, beautiful baby sister. Why must you cry whenever you hear that tune?” Anika stood on shaky legs but Eshe caught her. “Why are you here, Eshe” she asked as Eshe wiped her tears away. “I am here to visit you, love. I see you are still not over our Queen’s death.” 

“How can I be over it when I am the reason she is gone?” She held Anika’s head onto her lap and started to twirl the braids in her hair. “Dear Anika, none of us all saw this coming and besides you were no where near the scene of the crime. You did nothing wrong.” Anika tried to get up but Eshe pushed her back down. “Listen, Anika. Our women have only one rule and that is never blame ourselves or others for the death of our people. We have to stay strong in our mother’s memory. I know you and I are not close as yourself and Zoya but trust me when I say that you are not to blame. The attack was fast and before we could stop it, it was all over with. Mother is back in her tomb at peace with our Goddess Genat.”

“She was not supposed to die, Eshe. We are im-mortal for a reason. We do not die like the human beings.” Eshe let out a small chuckle and said “this is true but things happen all for a good reason even if they started out terrible. The tribe in question will be punished soon once we find them. Do not worry and once we find the heart and a cure, you will be our queen. You will wear that crown with pride and joy like our mother wants and imagined for you.” Anika closed her eyes and took in her sister’s sweet scent. It was true they weren’t close but when they made up, there were already sweet memories. Eshe was traveling the world so much she barely checked on her sisters. She honestly blamed her mother’s death on her because she was not there to stop it. As her sweet sister fell sleep in her lap, she watched her and caressed her cheek. Eshe lied her head back looking up to the ceiling with gold tears of her own. “inē it’ebik’ishalehu ina k’alihini it’ebik’alehu, ihiti ānīka (I promise our queen that I will protect you and I shall keep my promise, sister Anika.)”, she said as she soon drifted off as well, all to Nina Simones’ ‘Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood’.

    In his apartment across town, Malcolm looked at his house phone that was staring him the face. He sat on the couch and just staring at white phone like it owed him money. It had been a whole three days since he met ‘Anne’ but he still didn’t call her. He was scared. Of what he didn’t know why but he just knew he shouldn’t. What if she was busy? What if she wasn’t really feeling him like that? He had called plenty of females, all the time actually so why was he being such a wimp, he thought. His train of thought was interrupted when the phone rung. He got up and answered.

“Hello?”

      “What’s up, nigga? You called her yet?” It was Shane of course. Mal took the cordless phone to his couch. “Shane, why and how are you always in my fucking business?” Shane rolled his eyes as he watched Martin reruns. “Da fuck you waiting for, Mal? It ain’t like she gonna call ya ass. She don’t even have your number.” Malcolm thought about it but maybe too hard because he felt he was brain was about to strain. He placed two fingers on his forehead moving them clockwise. “Shane, you my dogg but I don’t need no lecture from you, my nigga. Ima call when I am ready. I’ll call you later.”. He hung up and felt something, like a certain urge. He looked at the phone number he copied on a sheet of paper as soon as he got home and picked up the phone dialed the numbers. “13235558794″ he said and held the phone to his ear leaning on the couch. He waited for the dial tone and it kept ringing he was about to give up but then he heard…

“Hello”, Anika answered as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. He thought she even sound more beautiful like she did in person. She looked around to see that Eshe was gone and so were the containers. She repeated. “Hello? Is anyone there?” He cleared his throat and said “is Anne there?” Her voice eased to his eardrums. “Yeah. Hi, Mal. How’s it going’?” He smiled and leaned his head back relieved. “Good. Were you sleep?”

She yawned and said “yeah but it’s okay.” 

“Sorry I haven’t called. I’ve been hella busy.” She laughed and said “it’s coo, Malcolm. I figured as much. I’ve had my hands tied, too. So, how you been though?” He became more relaxed and said “I was stressed but now I ain’t anymore. But, what about you?” She lied in bed now and said “nothing much. School and stuff.”

    He was quiet for a little, trying to think of what to say next. “So, what you got goin’ on for the rest of the week?” She took a breath and said “nothing much. What about you?”

“Same as you. You not hanging with you friends.?”

    She had to come up with a lie and fast. “Oh, they actually went back home to Texas. They were only visiting, remember.” He smiled and asked “I know this is sudden but would you like to hang out today or tomorrow? I would uh..” He cleared his throat and said “I would really like to see you again.” She looked around in a very paranoid state of mind and asked “why you wanna see me?” He chuckled nervously and said “well, I would like us to be friends and I was always raised that to be a friend, we should build a connection.” The last time she did something like this, her sisters found out and had to take him out; he ended up being take out. But for some, something told her to say …

“Okay. Tomorrow will be fine.”

He smiled. “Great and where would you like to meet?”

“You know where Fox Hills is at?”

“Yes, of course. What time?”

“Noon.”

   He leaned in and said “cool, I’ll see you then.” She nodded and hung up slowly, dropping the phone. Anika sat there in bed thinking out loud. “What in all of Ethiopia am I doing? I must be foolish to think that this will end well. So, why am I fine with this? I am the leader of a royal tribe for mother’s sake. I can not go. I must not.”

    She lied on the cold golden floor in a sacred temple somewhere in deep Ethiopia but she wore a white gown that hugged her figure and her hair in two braids and matching afro puffs. She wore a gold head piece on her forehead as as she sat up to take in her surroundings. The walls were a white marble and the ceiling was high with a gold chandelier. “lijē, inikwani dehina met’achihu (My child, welcome home.)”, she heard a sweet woman’s voice but saw no one around. “selami. yeti nehi (Hello. Where are you?)”, she asked but no answer. She walked around the room that suddenly faded in as she saw furniture fading in. A king sized bed with black silk sheets with millions of golden throw pillows. There was also a vanity table and a huge wardrobe with two matching lions on each side of the bed. She looked in the mirror to see her mother in a shimmery gold and white gown with a crown that resembled Queen Nefertiti's crown but white and gold. Anika turned to her and felt tears drop down. “nigisiti imayē? (My Queen Mother?)”

  “le’inē minimi iniba, lijē. inē lezele’ālemi wisit’i bebētemenihi wisit’i nenyi. inē huligīzē izīhi inoralehu. inē beberikata sewochi dehina nenyi. (No tears for me, my child. I am in our palace for all of eternity. I will always be here. I am safe and loved by many.)”, Queen Kamili opened her arms to her beloved daughter with a warm smile. Anika ran to her arms with so much emotion she couldn’t think right. “imayē, bet’ami āzenishalehu. (Mother, I miss you dearly.)”, she said not wanting to let go. The queen gave a light laugh and held her closer. “Ah, Anika my love. You have a lot to learn. I am amazed that you have not visited me earlier. (ānī, fik’irē. bizu yemīmaruti negeri ālewoti. k’edemi biyē silaligobenyehubinyi desitenya nenyi)”, Kamili said as she rubbed her child’s back.

     Anika looked at her with baffled eyes. “What do you mean, mother?” Queen smiled and said “follow me, dear Anika.” They left the royal palace and walked to a secluded ocean where the water was clear and aqua and the rocks were a magenta shade caused by the sunset. “Our people were the first to be on earth ever. The bible say that there was an “Adam and Eve”. No, there was Adam, Eve, Amani and Fassil, Yonas and Nyala but we were separate for a purpose. You see, there is their God and we have our Goddess, Genat. Genat created our kind on the other side of the world because their God couldn’t handle our power. He hated the idea of beings more powerful than him.”, Queen Kamili stated as the dug their toes in the warm toffee sand.    Anika said “so, mother. We were able to populate with the male species?” Kamili smiled and said “yes, but only beings like us. Strong, resourceful, and highly intelligent. We used to be guarded by the royal family, the Sahle tribe. They were are protectors and partners before the Serwit tribe. But we had our difference in 1708 due to some issue we do not wish to discuss.” Anika looked on the water with her arms in front then to her mother. “Mother, why am I here?”    Kamili looked at her daughter with caring eyes. “the man, you will befriend. He is a good man. He is not like the others we have fed to our kind. Someone I like for you. You need to relax a little, my child. That young man is something special.” Anika turned to her mother and asked “what about the others? What would they think of this issue?” Kamili held Anika’s shoulders and said “ānite merīhi nehi. inesu melikami yihonalu. (You are their leader. They will be fine.)” She smiled and Anika hugged her again. “inē ānichīni iwedachiḫwalehu. (I love you, mother.)” “lijēni iwedachiḫwalehu. kuratenya ina gezhī ādirigenyi. (I love you, my child. Make me proud and rule.) 

    Anika woke up the next day to realize it was all a dream. Her eyes looked to the sun and she thought of what her mother said and smiled. “Maybe I should give him a chance. As a friend of course.”, she said aloud then saw the time on her clock. It was eleven am and she had to meet Malcolm across Los Angeles at Fox Hills mall. “For the love Genat” she yelled as she ran to the shower then looked inside her closet for something to wear; a paid of Adidas biker shorts, plain red turtleneck crop top, and red converse with a red & black flannel. She wore her hair in high ponytail with two braids out, grabbed her keys and was on her way.

[Elevators (Me & You) by OutKast plays]

   She pulled into the crowded parking lot and parked in a spot by the food court. She realized that they never said where to actually meet but when she looked up, Malcolm sat at a nearby table. He wore a pair of red sweats with a black sweater and black Kswiss. He saw her and smiled with a lip bite. He stood as he approached her and said “hey, hope you don’t mind but I just came from class.” She nodded and said “it’s okay. I literally just threw anything on.” He looked her up and down. “You like fly to me, Annie”, he gave a warm smile and she felt hers coming in slowly. They began walking through the mall looking at all the customers running around. “So, Annie. I wanted to actually apologize for not calling. It’s been really busy lately” he said with his arms crossed, looking down at her.

     She waved him off and said “it’s fine, Mal. Really. I’ve been busy, too.” He looked down at her, watching her with close eyes again. He watched her lips move as they talked every sweet word. Her eyes were like dark chocolate covered orbs that had a shine to them. Her skin was smooth as if it was touched by A God them self; any God. Her body was a vision that he would to take in all of eternity. She was overall a piece of art and he couldn’t help but just stare. She looked up at him and smiled. “You aight up there”, she asked him. He nodded and chuckled. “Yeah, I’m fine. So, do you have any relatives?” She looked at him then ahead.

“Yeah, I’m the baby of seven women.”

“Whoa. So, no brothers.”

    She shook her head. “Nope, what about you?” He smiled and said “I’m actually the youngest of a bunch of men. Just imagine the fights.” He laughed as she looked at him. He was a very handsome man with amazing dark skin, a smile that can make anyone do anything. His arms were tone but not too overbearing. His eyes were like the dark sands that surrounded her royal Ethiopian palace. ‘Why am I thinking like this’ she thought to herself. ‘He is of the human male species and I am an immortal princess who is two hundred years old and also feeds off his brothers’. He looked at her and asked “are you okay, Annie?” She looked at him and said “I’m fine. Just hungry.”

“Well, since we just walkin’ around, let’s hit Denny’s then.”

   She smiled and nodded. “We can meet up there.” He nodded once and said “I’ll see ya there. Right down the street, aight?” She smiled. “Okay, Mal.” They walked away each other slowly and surely. He got in his car and couldn’t help but smile as he made his way to Denny’s. He pulled into the parking lot and as he waited his brother called.

“This Mal”, Malcolm said. His brother let out a deep breath and said “hello, Malcolm.”

“Hey, Sal. How’s it going?”

  Sal was in his loft in New York city. He was also an attorney; probably the best damned one in all of his law firm. “How is Los Angeles treating you”, he asked his baby brother as he entered his lavish loft. He slipped out his gray tailored coat and placed it on the coat rack before settling in his wooden lounge chair. “It’s cool out here. How is New York , big bro?”

“Fine. Same old. Same old. Have you talk to the other brothers?”

“Nah, why what’s up?”

   Sal loosened his tie and said “we will be all going to T’s place for our monthly family gathering. Dad’s wishes before he passed.” Malcolm totally forgot about it until now. His brothers liked to visit him more than anything due to their father’s death. He was scarred after the fact and went through a tough battle with depression. They usually liked to talk about his progress in person but Malcolm never could face him because it felt like they were secretly judging him. “Oh yeah. Okay then. Just lettin’ you know now. I am fine. I am stable.” Sal poured a cup of whiskey into his chilled glass at his kitchen counter. “Yes, I know but it was our father’s wish since you are the last of us. So, we will be there and discuss whatever.” Sal sipped the whiskey and said “aaaah. Smooth. Little brother, we are doing this because we care about your well being. You must stay strong for all of us. We are a team.” Malcolm felt a tear and wiped it with his thumb. “I know, man. I know.”

   He turned his head to see Annie’s car pull up to a nearby spot. “Hey, Sal. I’m gonna call when I get back, man.” They said their goodbyes and Mal hopped out to stand by Annie’s door; she smiled and opened her door. They walked in side by side and went to sit at table with two chairs across from each other. He ordered them two chocolate milkshakes and as Anika watched the waitress walk away, she turned back to see Malcolm looking at her. “What”, she asked with a chuckle. He smiled at her and said “nothing. I just feel like, we met before. Is that weird?” She looked into his face still trying to read his mind but she couldn’t. “No, it ain’t. Why do think we met before?”

“Not sure but I feel like maybe in the past we did.” She took a deep breath and felt as if she needed to change the subject. “So, Malcolm. How was your classes today?” The waitress came back with their milkshakes and asked “are you ready to order?” She looked from her menu then at the rose quartz stone on her chain then at the name tag; Idna . “Uh, yes. I’ll just take a cheeseburger with no tomato.”

“I’ll have the same.”

   The waiter took the menus and at went to the back. She excused herself to go to the ladies room but before she did, she saw Idna the older white woman go inside. Anika walked in and said “really, sister Ife.” Ife transformed back into herself and smiled. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself and besides, he is kinda cute.” Anika rolled her eyes then asked “how on Genat’s green earth did you know we were here?” Ife looked to the stall, pointed but when Princess Anika went to go open it, no one was inside. When she turned, she saw Chereka standing right behind her as she screamed. “Damn it, warrior Che. Will you please stop that? If I was a human, that would have killed me.” Chereka laughed and apologized. “Any who. Why are with that, young man”, Chereka asked her with a raised brow. Anika walked around her and asked “who is the leader of this tribe, again?” Ife said “you are, Princess Anika.”

“Exactly. So I should not have to explain, my self sister. Anyways, have you heard from the other sisters?”

“Yes, sister Faizah is in Hawaii and have took over two hundred men in the past two years for feeding. Sister Jamila is in Florida and had sent back fifty while sisters Kia and Eshe are back in Brooklyn, New York taking rappers out. And sister Zoya is back home tending to the sick.”

  Anika nodded and smiled. “Very good, sister. Let them all know they can rest for now. We have plenty to feed off of for years to come. We need our women to socialize more to seem the less suspicious. You two go back to Texas and have fun.” They heard a toilet flush and a woman walked out to see them with her terrified eyes. Ife transformed back into Idna and looked at Anika as Chereka guarded the door. Ife and Anika’s eyes glowed gold as they lifted their right hands and they said “yetewededikewini yesemachiwini negeri ātirisa. irisiwo bedehina yinoruwotali (Forget what you have heard, dear woman. For you are safe)”. The woman’s mind was completely cleared as Chereka pretended she was going to the stall. Anika said in her hood voice “that skirt is nice as hell, giiiirl”. The woman thanked her as she swung her hair and left. Anika looked to her sister and asked “ihiti āyi’īni be’āfi meficha k’wanik’wa kemenagerachini befīti megenyeti ālichalinimi (You could not check the room before we spoke  in their native tongue, Sister Ife?)”. Ife looked to her sister and smiled; Anika patted her shoulder and left back to the table.

  Malcolm sat there, patiently waiting while tapping his fingers along the table. “Is everything okay”, he thought to himself. He was starting to think more. “I have never been this protective before so why am I now? What is so different.” He felt something behind him and turned to see Annie walking back. She sat and their milkshakes finally came. She took the straw out, placed it inside hers and swirled the straw around before taking a sip. “I have to her hear talk”, he thought. “Annie, what do you like doing besides being at home?” She looked up at him and said “I like reading. I have a tall bookcase back at my place filled with books. I’ve been reading a lot of books since I was little.”

“For almost two hundred years now” she said to herself in her head.

  “What do you like reading? Anything in particular?”

She smiled after taking another sip. “I, uh, really like fantasy, poetry, science fiction, anything that will make me want to stay up for hours in my pajamas and just read all day. What about you?” Malcolm sipped his and said “I like to paint and sculpt. I also am a photographer. I just take randoms pictures of certain areas around LA.”  She was so interested in him. It was like he was not at all like the other men she had dealt with. He was … different; the food came and they ate. “So, how long have you been into art for?”

“Since I was younger. My father was  also into and taught me a few things.”

   “What about your mother?” Malcolm looked at her, away then back at her and said “I never knew my mother. My father remarried a lot so my brothers and I have different moms. I heard she passed when she gave birth to me.” Anika looked up at him with saddened eyes; she felt awful for bringing this up to him. “I, I’m sorry, Mal. I didn’t-”. He held up his left hand and said “it’s okay, Annie. You just asked a question and I decided to be honest with the answer. We good. Don’t trip.” He smiled and she returned a small one. “So, Annie. I was thinkin’ if you would like to go hang out sometimes. We can go to the beach or something. You can read and I can just take photos all day.”

  “When will you like to go” she asked with a smile. “Are you free tomorrow afternoon? I have a pretty tight schedule for next week but I would really like to sew you again”, that smile he gave her tugged at her heart strings. She felt like the world was in that smile and she couldn’t help but say..

“I’m down. Wanna meet there?”

“I was thinking. I can pick you up. We can get to know each other more.”

   She didn’t usually let humans near her home but for some reason, she was fine with him coming to her. What was happening? “Sure. Call me tomorrow and I’ll give you the address.” They sat with smiles on their faces and eventually ended up back home. Anika kicked her shoes off and looked upon her bookcase to see what to read; her heart chose “Romeo and Juliet.” She made a cup of tea, sat in the middle of her bed with legs crossed and opened to Scene II; Capulet’s Garden.

“Juliet. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night; It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!”

  She continued to read as her eyes became heavy and looked to her clock that was eight pm, now was midnight. She placed her finished cup and bookmarked novel on her bed side table and lied her head on her pillow until her eyes had shut into a deep slumber.

    Her eyes opened to a stream of pink and blue shaded water beneath her feet. She wore the same garment from the last she saw her mother. Queen Kamili was picking her child’s afro puffs with a golden pick. “widē lijē. zarēwinu irefiti newoti (My sweet child. Have you enjoyed your rest today)?” Anika smiled up to her mother and said “āwo, nigisiti. āmeseginalehu (Yes, I have. Thank you, Queen Mother.)” Queen Kamili said “be’irigit’i yihi liji be’irigit’i yeteleye newi, negeri gini t’atiwoni belayu layi mech’emeri āyichilimi (This child is indeed different but I can not seem to put my finger on it.)”. They sat as she continued to put an ancient oil in Anika’s hair.

  “li‘iliti ānīka, yezīhi gosa merī talak’i neshi ina ānite lezelalemi inidemitalifi āwik’alehu. āhuni mayeti ichilalehu. bek’iribu, ānite ina lēlochu inidegena yemebazati ina hizibochachini ke’inya gari inidegena līnoruti yichilalu. inēni inidefet’erinyi lēlochini desitenya tihonalehi. ye’irisiwo wibeti ina t͟s’ega irisiwo kemīyawik’uti belayi lēlochini yanesasutali. (Princess Anika, you are a great leader of this tribe and I know you will lead for all of eternity. I can see it now. Soon, you and the others will be able to reproduce again and our people may live again along with us. You will make others happy like you have made me. Your beauty and grace will inspire others more than you know.)”, Kamili said as she rested her hands on her child’s chin. Anika looked at her mother and fell into her hands; feeling safe and wanted in her warm touch.

    Meanwhile at Malcolm’s, he was in a pair of his painter jeans and shirtless with his feet on a plastic tarp covering the whole floor underneath him. He seem to not be tired as he began working on a new piece; too eager for what God knows what. He stood in front of canvas that started from the top of his ceiling to the floor. He stared at the beginning of his new creation and thought that even though it was not nearly done, he knew it will be beautiful once finished. He looked into the painting and smiled at what he knew will be breathtaking.

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[celtfather]

Rebel Pub Songs #156

This is a show of Rebel Songs. From traditional Irish rebel songs to rebel songs inspired by Firefly, you'll hear a fun mix of songs to get your blood boilin' with music from Marc Gunn, Derek Warfield & The Young Wolfe Tones, Brobdingnagian Bards, The Kilt Lifters, Crikwater, Marc Gunn & The Dubliners' Tabby Cats, Bedlam Bards, 3 Pints Gone, Kilted Kings, Ed Miller. Listen and share. Then subscribe for 5 Free MP3s at http://pubsong.net/.

Before we get started, I want to let you know that my next album of Firefly music is now being funded on Kickstarter. It's called "As Long As I'm Flyin'". You have until May 18, 2017 to make a pledge if you want a physical CD. After that go to FireflyDrinkingSongs.com.

I started compiling this episode at the beginning of 2017. I planned to use it as a platform to share my anger and frustration with the Trump administration's assault on civil rights, health care and the environment. But I decided not to. Overall, that's not what I do musically. Instead, I'll let the songs speak for themselves.

Politics is a huge part of Celtic culture. I heard a quote by Irish songwriter Frank Harte on the Irish Music Stories podcast (episode 2) that said, "Those in power write the history. Those who suffer write the songs." For that reason, many of the best traditional Irish songs are rebel songs. They are the songs of people who suffer.

When I started playing rebel songs with the Brobdingnagian Bards, we played them, not for the politics, but because they were powerful songs.

This show is dedicated to rebel songs in general. The first half has some more traditional rebel songs. The second half are the not-so-traditional ones. And I promise to leave my politics out of any discussion.

Pub Talk

Celtfather Tuesdays. You might notice that this show came out on Tuesdays. I'm trying to better manage my content. I put out the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast on Thursdays. So every Tuesday, I'm gonna plan to post new content, whether it's the Pub Songs Podcast, the Celtfather Music & Travel or new videos on YouTube. Look for them on Tuesdays.

My next show is at Johnnie MacCracken's on May 13. The show starts at 7pm. So if you want me to keep coming out to Marietta, Georgia every month, come to this show! I'm also bookd for InConjunction and GenCon in Indianapolis.

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I have a bunch of new patrons this month thanks to the my Firefly Kickstarter. I'll tell you about that in a moment, but first... Special thanks to Sandra Lang, Esther, James Rowland, Brian Staab, Scott Selhorst, Sarah, Tony Montuori, Dylan Birtolo, Glen Miller, Charlie Thul, Joseph Haydu, Meghan Sommers, Nancy Yorke, Robert Smith, Anne Hunter, John Garrett, Steven Hernacki, Philip Kennedy, Justin Matthews, Carolina Ceili, Jan Czenkusch, Kevin Jackson, Jolene Butt, Tim M. O'Brien, Luke Miller, Josh Brown, Les Gebhardt.

When you join the Gunn Runners Club, you don't just get all of the amazing goodies I mentioned earlier. You also get a digital copy of my next album. It's for the Browncoats, fans of Joss Whedon's Firefly and Serenity. It's called "As Long As I'm Flyin'".

Who's Playing the Pub Today

0:12 "Monahan's Mudder's Milk" by Marc Gunn from Kilted For Her Pleasure

4:46 "Boys of the Old Brigade" by Derek Warfield & The Young Wolfe Tones from Let Ye All Be Irish Tonight

8:07 "Join the British Army" by Brobdingnagian Bards from Songs of Ireland

9:58 "Come Out Ye Black and Tans" by The Kilt Lifters from Jack in the Green

14:03 "Arthur McBride" by Crikwater from Crikwater

19:37 "Cuddles McGish" by Marc Gunn & The Dubliners' Tabby Cats from Whiskers in the Jar

PUB TALK

26:46 "The Long Arm" by Marc Gunn from As Long As I'm Flyin'

29:31 "Hush, Now Little Citizens" by Bedlam Bards & Marc Gunn from Firefly Drinking Songs

32:35 "Foggy Dew" by 3 Pints Gone from Health to the Company

38:02 "Blue Sun" by Kilted Kings from Name On My Soul

40:35 "The Wide Rio Grand" by Ed Miller from Many's the Fine Tale

46:49 "Hero of Canton" by Marc Gunn from As Long As I'm Flyin'

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