Kirra aka @kidflashz more or less persuaded me into making a side blog for my imagines. No regrets, though. If you like this, please let me know! I’ll be putting up more of my imagines soon. If you’re interested, my Wattpad used is @/timidlila, and you can find all of my other writings there.
You had seen Wonder Woman earlier in the morning. You hadn’t felt particularly well all day, and the crowd in the theatre was making it worse. However, being the strong girl you were, you had persevered. Besides, Keanu was finally back from filming his latest movie, and the two of you could enjoy it together.
He hadn’t let go of your hand since you had stepped in the theatre. You had mentioned feeling a bit under the weather, and he had been adamant about staying home. However, you were persistent, and he reluctantly had taken you to the theatre.
“That was every bit as amazing as you told me it was!” He smiled widely, kissing your cheek.
“I know. I told you so.” You smirked.
The rest of the day, you had enjoyed just simply being together. He wasn’t around as much of either of you would like with work and press to worry about. He hated it because you couldn’t come with him.
The consistent pain that had been nagging you all day had gotten worse. However, you insisted that you were fine.
“That’s bullshit.” Keanu rolled his eyes.
“It’s not,” You protested.
“Just let me take care of you.” He said, his tone changed. “Please,” He took your hands.
You looked at your boyfriend of the past two years and smiled softly. “Sure.”
He kissed your forehead tenderly, as if his touch would hurt you. “I’ll go get you some stuff.” He exited your shared bedroom, and came back with his arms full of things.
“I got medicine, a heating pad, ice, water, and the phone just in case you need me to call an ambulance.”
“I won’t need an ambulance, Keanu.”
“You don’t know that.” He warned, giving you the pills.
You took them greedily, hoping they would soon kick in and your pain would subside. After a while, you began to grow sleepy, and he sat next to you, carefully breathing. He seemed so worried about you.
“You don’t need to be so worried, Keanu.” You mumbled in a tired voice.
“I do,” He said. “I do need to take care of you. That’s my job. Looking after you. Making sure you’re okay. Y/N, you do realize if you’re not alright I won’t be until you are? You’re my world, Y/N. I can’t not worry about you.” He touched your cheek gently, caressing your face softly.
“I love you.” You smiled up at him.
“And I love you, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead again. “Probably more than you will ever know. Do you need anything else?”
“Sleep,” You mumbled. You were incredibly touched by his sweet words, and you still didn’t know how to react when he told you things like that; even though you had been dating for two years now.
“Well, I’m okay with that.” He snuggled up into you in bed, putting a protective arm around you.
Soon, you had drifted off to sleep, Keanu’s strong and comforting arms wrapped around you. “I love you.” He whispered. “So so so much.”
Jamaican Christmas ::
The John Canoe or Jonkonnu has a very long tradition as a folk festival, incorporating both African and European forms. The ‘Jonkonnu’ Festival is secular in nature and its performance at Christmas time is merely historical. It was conceived as a festive opportunity afforded the slave class by the planter class, as Christmas was one of the few periods when the slaves were relieved of their duties. Hence, Christmas formed an appropriate season for festivities as all normal business activity on the island was halted by official decree and all males were called up for military service, augmenting the population in the larger towns. Therefore, ample opportunity was given to the slaves to show off their talents to the spectators who had also been given time off from work.
Traditional Jonkonnu most often includes as core participants, the cow head, the horsehead, the devil, the different categories of warriors and Indians, as well as a character known as Pitchy-Patchy.
The more popular characters are quite worthy of further mention as their presence in the festival evoked an admixture of fear and excitement in onlookers.
Written because, like everyone else, I’m totally bummed about the loss of Mary. BUT though I think John behaved like an arsehole, I think his behaviour was very human. Guilt and projection are terrible motivators. I also think- because I’m a born pessimist- that things will get worse before they get better, and that the worseness will look something like this…
Title comes from the Patrick Kavanagh poem, “On Raglan Road.”
WHEN THE ANGEL WOOS THE CLAY
It starts small.
A brush against her hand here. A touch to the small of her back there. When she looks at John he’s never looking at her, and at first Molly puts it down to mere oversight. A desire, however unconscious, for human contact, a reaching out for someone who will never reach back now. He’s lost his wife, she reminds herself, he’s abandoned his best friend- John’s having a hard time of it and he has a child to raise.
Would you believe that I “finally” got an iPhone…then lost several hours learning Oggl…I have some book ideas for the color images. I roundtripped this one to Lightroom with the PhotoSync App to remove some dust spots…then made a nice print.
Jonkonnu’s origins not clear. There are several schools of thought on this. For instance, Richard Allsopp suggests that Jonkonnu is more likely related to the Yoruba word Jonkoliko, one elevated as a figure for fun or disgrace. This seems more logical, especially since many of the Jonkonnu masks in Jamaica were similar to the annual Yoruba masquerade festival.
During both the Xmas season and August Crop Over, Africans in Jamaica, Antigua and other places, performed the Joncanoe or John Canoe. Using elaborate head dresses and masks, enslaved persons performed this ritual as part of their statement about the relationship between the spirit world and social living. It is said to have had its origins at Axim, a major slave trading port on the Gold Coast.
The Antigua Junkanoo or Jonkonnu was mostly a Xmas spectacle. In St. Vincent blacks also celebrated Crop Over and Xmas with Junkanoo festivals.
In the Bahamas, Junkanoo has become established black arts and culture by the late eighteenth century and was associated with Xmas when ‘Negroes have been seen beating their tambourines and dancing the whole day’.
The festival seems to be generally a merger of African and European influences and forms part of the festivities at Christmas time. Some of the instruments used to make music have an African influence like the cow horns, gombay and rattles. There are Jonkonnu bands where persons dress as particular characters, like the Queen and or a flower girl. Some of these characters imitated the planters’ style. Others like the wild Indian pay homage to the colonial oppression that Amerindians endured.
There is also masking involved in this rural activity. Sandra Richardson speaking about Jonkonnu notes that the performances were done to appease the plantocracy and to earn money; it afforded them mobility by going from plantation to plantation. This might have been a cover for rebellious activity and colonial mimicry. Cloaking/claiming the other festival performers created costumes that speak to the potency of creolisation, play out tensions in society, introduced a cultural genre into a larger performance and maintained survival in a repressive society.
House servants danced the style of the plantocracy, not imitating their masters but it was an appropriately recognizable form to create a commentary on their terms. Style commentary related in dress, choice of fabrics and patterns; they took Eurocentric dress and created their own. The costumes displayed an Afro-Caribbean aesthetic.
Street performers were aware of newspaper reports and, political and royal people were imitated.