charles a. curtis

Sneak In - Curly Shepard Imagine

A/N: I’m finally back!

Word Count: 211

Warnings: None

Pairing: Curly Shepard x Reader

It’s a warm summer night, so I don’t close my window before I crawl into bed. With a yawn, I burrow under my blankets and turn off my lamp. “Going to bed so soon?”

I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of Curly Shepard’s voice. “Curly?” I whisper, shocked to see Curly at midnight without any warning beforehand. “Curly, what in the world are you doing?”

“I came to see you, baby girl. Tim and I had a big fight. Angela is at her boyfriend’s house and I didn’t wanna be alone.”

“Curly, baby, I love you, but you and I both know my dad could come in at any second and kill us both.”

Curly laughs and shakes his head. “We won’t get cau-”

“Y/N?” A light goes on in the hallway and I groan as my very pissed off father opens the door. “Charles Shepard… What on Earth are you doing in my little girl’s room?”

“Dad, I’m sixteen! I’m not just a little girl anymore.”

My dad grabs Curly by the collar and shakes his head at me. “If I had come in a moment later,” he mumbles, “Who knows what I would have seen?”

Curtis grinned down at him, absurdly charmed by that tiny chink in his armour. “I didn’t think anyone else could have written them. They’re just like you.”
Daniel cocked a wary, questioning eyebrow.
“Incomprehensible,” Curtis told him, “and far too clever for their own good, and hiding all sorts of things, and—rather beautiful.”
Daniel’s mouth opened. He didn’t respond for a second, then he sat up, twisted round to face Curtis, took his jaw in both hands, pulled him over and kissed him.
—  Think of England by KJ Charles

Illustrations of the zoology of South Africa 

consisting chiefly of figures and descriptions of the objects of natural history collected during an expedition into the interior of South Africa, in the years 1834, 1835, and 1836,

By Smith, Andrew,
Cape of Good Hope Association for Exploring Central Africa.
Curtis, Charles M., Day & Haghe, Fall River Public Library, Ford, G. H.
Great Britain.
Macleay, William Sharp,
Russell E. Train Africana Collection (Smithsonian Institution. Libraries)
Stewart and Murray, Wagstaff, Charles Edward,
BHL Collections:
MBLWHOI Library, Woods Hole
Smithsonian Libraries
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Two weeks after closing Woodstock with his reinvention of “The Star Spangled Banner,” Jimi Hendrix decided to offer a free concert for a group he called “my people.”

He held a concert for an African-American audience in Harlem, a place he once called home. Hendrix’s homecoming, though, was almost ruined as soon as he stepped onstage. Someone threw a bottle at him that shattered against a speaker; eggs splattered on the stage. Hendrix gamely played on while much of the crowd melted away.

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A new film focusing on a more triumphant period in Hendrix’s life is rekindling interest in the guitar icon. “Jimi: All Is by My Side” shows how Hendrix left New York for London to become a star. Yet no film has explored another twist in Hendrix’s journey: How black and white audiences misunderstood the importance of Hendrix’s race, both to the man and to his music.

Hendrix traveled to Harlem because he was trying to connect with blacks who had dismissed him as a musical Uncle Tom: a black man playing white man’s music. Music critics and biographers say Hendrix also was frustrated by legions of white fans who only saw him as a racial stereotype – a hypersexual black man who was high all the time – instead of a serious musician.

There are signs today that more fans are starting to appreciate how Hendrix’s race shaped his life and sound. Yet he’s still seen by many as a musical genius who just happened to be black instead of a man whose genius was inseparable from his race, says Jeremy Wells, author of “Blackness Scuzed: Jimi Hendrix’s Invisible Legacy in Heavy Metal.”

Wells first noticed this pattern when he examined how white heavy metal musicians and fans described Hendrix. They rarely mentioned his race, or even said that his music transcended race. Wells said he found that odd given Hendrix’s sound was steeped in the blues tradition of black guitarists such as B.B. King and Muddy Waters.

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