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Calum stood at the rail of the ship, wood under his palms; the course grain meeting his work rough palms in harmony. Elodie stood still at his side. The clouds were growing grayer by the moment as a storm formed in sky and sea. The waves were already becoming more rough, knocking against the ship without mercy as they gained traction and size. Calum shifted his weight to one foot, fingers curling a bit tighter around the rail as he sized up the storm and ran through preparations in his mind. The princess was silent, eyes contemplative as she watched the swirling sea mimicking the clouds above. Somehow the water mirrored the gray clouds in such a menacing way it sent chills through Calum. He had seen many storms but none had ever put a pit in his stomach quite like this one.

“Will you stay in our cabin?” Calum asked, wanting her to be as safe during the storm as possible. Asking became a necessity; it was a hard lesson to learn that the princess would take no orders even from her captain; storms and attempted mutinies not even able to keep her from wanting to be in the fray.

“I suppose,” she answered quietly. “So long as you’re safe too.”

Calum gave her a grin and took his hands off the rail in favor of settling them on her delicate waist. She pressed into his touch, receptive and unafraid of the crew around them.

“I’ve been through many storms, princess, I’ll be okay,” Calum said and pressed a small kiss of her forehead, reveled in the moment and the feeling before the storm would make them part ways. Calum would stay on deck to oversee the crew and the condition of the ship, keep them on course and ride out the storm to the best of his abilities. “I just need you to keep yourself safe.”

Elodie nodded and turned as clicks against the wood caught her attention. Duke strode forward with his short gait and stuck his nose into the air; sensing the storm and narrowing his eyes. Elodie crouched down to receive the small dog and brought him back up, face buried in his warm fur and a kiss given to his cheek.

“Duke will protect me,” she offered around a smile and hooded eyes. “Until you can come back to the cabin.”

“You won’t come out until I say it’s safe?” He asked, eyeing her suspiciously. The princess was never so easily agreeable when it came to separating, Calum pondered if their two latest run ins with danger had put a distaste for it within the princess.

Elodie nodded her agreement. “I’ll wait for you,” she amended and cut a gaze at the cabin door that stood closed. “Though you should know, if I knew how to swim it would be a different story.”

Calum chuckled at her slightly threatening tone and knew her words were true. The storm would bring dangers she couldn’t fight with a sword, pull a pistol or dagger on; her training was useless when it came to the waves. Calum would have to teach her to swim the next time they docked. She began to sashay away, paused only to give Calum a peck, and headed for the cabin he knew she would lock up as the storm rolled in.

Luke took up beside Calum; a grim look etched across his face and dismay swimming within pools of blue eyes. Calum shifted, gave him a curious look and shot his eyes across the deck. Nothing seemed amiss but for the way his boatswain was acting. The crew was busy around them, prepping for the storm and ensuring the ship would make it through the venture.

“We have trouble coming,” Luke finally said when a moment of calm came and the crew dispersed. “A ship sails behind us.”

Calum’s arms crossed over his chest, his comfortability declining at the news. Not every passing ship was a threat, not every flag that flew in the wind was one to fear, but the look of concern so apparent on Luke’s face was hard to ignore. The boatswain was well traveled and versed in the flags and sails that they encountered. Calum held his breath and let silence answer the questions the new ship’s presence brought about.

“They fly flags of a rival kingdom,” Luke further explained as his eyes skirted to a closed cabin door a princess hid behind. “It’s not a royal vessel but it causes me worry they might try something.”

Common men were notorious for staking out ships and head hunting pirates for a pocketed reward—their lives suddenly worth something to someone else, and only for a trip to the gallows. The concern did not arise from a fear for their own lives but for a woman aboard that might be recognizable and worth more than a petty piece of gold. Calum felt his heartbeat stall and come back to life with a painful force that knocked against his ribs. His fingers curled into his palms and he tried to catch his breath, reminded himself that she would be locked away in her cabin, that the storm might fend off the afflicting ship and a passing in peace might ensue.

“Get Michael up from the galley. I need him as a master gunner once more,” Calum said just in case. Michael would be more useful in his rightful position if it came to a fight than stowed away in the shadows. “Have Ashton prep the crew; if they try to take us we won’t be going in unprepared. I want you to guard her door.”

“With my life,” Luke promised as his hand found the hilt of his sword at his side.

Calum remembered a fight in which Elodie was clueless but writhed with anger for being kept locked in the dark. He had to tell her and he had to do it before the ship made to pass. He strode to her quickly, rapped his knuckles against the wood three times in a rhythm she knew to be his—a secret communication of identification. The locked clicked and the door opened slowly, confusion written all over Elodie’s face in the way her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed.

“The storm?”

“We have new troubles,” Calum said before she could further ask of his appearance. “A ship trails us. Flags with a kingdom that knows you. Please, please, stay in the cabin. I’ll have Luke at your door. Don’t come out for anyone but me.”

“They don’t know I’m aboard,” Elodie said quietly as she peered past Calum as if to try and find the mysterious ship through the fog.

“And I’d like to keep it that way,” Calum added on to her thought. “They might pass peacefully. They might try a raid. Either way, you should stay out of sight.”

“I understand,” she said and Calum could hear and feel the fear in her voice—it was palpable. Everything she had run away from was catching up to her in the face and flags of a foe. “I won’t do anything stupid.” Her hands settled at her waist and a bitten lip etched worry across her face.

“Don’t worry princess, I won’t let any harm come to you,” Calum said though the words were thick and his gaze trained down to her healing arm. He’d made promises in the same faith before, broken them with smoky accidents and an inability to be what she needed.

Elodie nodded and her trust in Calum renewed a vigor to ensure his promise was kept this time. Luke would guard her door and Calum would keep the lines of fight as far away as possible—if it came to that. She stepped out of her room, just enough to put herself against Calum once more, a silent hold between the captain and his lady ensuing. She felt much smaller in his arms than usual, the face of danger looming on the horizon making her more delicate, more prone to being harmed and broken. A clamor of noise on deck made them pull apart; fear of what could be happening already had the door shutting between them and Calum stalking off to take up position at the wheel.

With spyglass in hand and poised at his eye Calum saw his first glimpse of the ship emerging from a formed fog. The flags blowing in the wind sent chills up his spine, the gray and red reminding Calum of scars and blood. Of lines that cut through skin and showered life onto wooden beams. Wind swept through the ship and the first of rain fell onto Calum’s forehead, waves began building a pit of anxiety that told Calum a fight would ensue formed low in his stomach. The ship behind was gaining speed, making so as to come upon them. His own vessel couldn’t compete in speed but its size and artillery might withstand a chance. He had men who had freedom to lose and that meant they had everything worth fighting for. Calum’s everything stayed behind a locked door. His hand found his pistol, an order to ready cannons fell from his lips and to the crew around him.

It came as no surprise when the ship caught up to them and men swung to deck on ropes that seemingly fell from the sky; appearing out of thin air much like clouds caught in a drift. Calum’s cannons ripped through the hull of the enemy ship, splintered wood crackling in the dull air against the war cries of men who plotted to commandeer the ship under Calum’s feet. He knew their game, lest their own ship be destroyed they would take over the other and force the crew to surrender or into the sea. Bringing back a pirate or two was nothing in comparison to a ship of this caliber; to a stolen Captain’s glory and livelihood. The rain was coming down harder and faster, soaking the deck as every step was slick and unbalanced. Men fought mercilessly, the clanging of metal against metal, of pistols firing in harmony and cannons colliding and ripping through wood sent out pleas to the heavens above and gods below.

Calum cut the wheel, hoping to offset balance and start to veer away from the men still slinging from ropes or diving and rolling onto the deck. He saw a few bodies fall into the waves below and a satisfied smirk placed itself upon Calum’s face. His own crew had his back but chills still danced along his spine in menacing ways, crawling around and making Calum tremble against his white knuckle hold. He chanced a look back, over to the door that Luke promised to guard with his life. It remained closed but his boatswain was nowhere to be found and the windows were shattered, glass dancing on the wooden floor. Ashton quickly cut past Calum’s line of vision, sparring swords against a man in fine clothing that was being hacked away at. His vest was torn across his chest, a line of red followed a cut around his arm. Ashton was clearly leading the fight and winning, his foe suddenly knocked back to the beams below after fumbling feet failed him. Calum had no more time to watch, the feeling of someone approaching from the side had him turning, discarding spyglass for sword, the tool for vision rolling along the notches in the floor.

Calum’s breath was torn away from him as he dodged a swipe of a sharpened blade that dripped with someone else’s blood though rain still pelted the deck. It was fresh. He stood back up, charged with full force and let a blow land against his attacker. The rock of the boat swayed him forward, the hilt of the sword buried against the man’s rib cage, a small moan his last word as he fell to his knees and Calum withdrew his sword. The fight around him was a blur as he pivoted, once more glancing toward the only thing that mattered. Her door was still shut and Luke was still nowhere to be found. A new group of men swarmed the cabin, locked doors always hiding treasure. The wood was nothing against the force of five and blades that hacked it away and off its hinges in mere moments. Calum abandoned his perch at the wheel, ran headlong into the men that endangered all he was protecting.

He vaguely heard Ashton call behind him; his second in command undoubtedly having won his own duel and joining Calum for a fight worth more than anything else on the ship. Except the men were stopped short in the abandoned cabin, now backed into walls as Calum and Ashton and Michael and a few other men took up arms against them. It quickly became apparent the enemy ship was outnumbered by pirates. The fight didn’t last much longer but the abandoned cabin and no sign of a princess or boatswain worried at Calum as the last of the men fell. The captain cut worried looks at Michael and Ashton. The ship was riddled with bodies and blood, Calum’s crew was high on victory and soon enough they would be drunk on it too; rum sure to be passed around for the stocks in the galley. Calum had no reason to celebrate in the face of a missing princess. She had promised not to leave for anyone but him. His boatswain had sworn his life to protect her.

“Cap’n?” Michael’s voice cut through the haze of anxiety that swept over Calum and dared to try and drown him. “We have a hostage.”

“Find her,” was the only command he could manage to withdraw from his lips as his eyes swept the ship aside them that was slowly sinking among it being engulfed in flames. Words of a hostage were completely lost on Calum. No one else mattered.

He didn’t know how the fire started, much of the fight passed by him in a worried blur. Michael needed no further instruction from the captain, he pulled Ashton into the search and swept the deck and down below. Calum was called down to the galley where a broken and splintered door led down soaked steps.

“Elodie?” He heard himself asking as he ducked down and only tendrils of muted light from above lit his way. Michael had proposed the idea of the galley as he saw the door was broken and open. Hope infiltrated Calum’s chest as he stepped forward, past the makeshift dining tables and barrels as seats.

“Calum?” Elodie. Her voice was small and buried, a tip of a boot stuck out from behind a barrage of barrels stacked on the back wall. Luke.

“It’s safe now,” he made himself say though there was still an unsettled feeling harbored within his chest.

Luke was the first to move from around the barrels, he wore a sorry expression but he stood tall and sure. Duke padded out next, seemingly unbothered by the commotion that had ensued and Calum knew he had rested within Elodie’s arms. The princess was slower to come, eyes in disbelief and a moment of pause stalling her as she stood upright, gaze sweeping Calum up and down, likely taking him in for injuries. When she saw he was well she made for him and he made for her, met in the middle and melted into each other’s safe embraces.

“You promised to stay in the cabin,” Calum said gently though he had no fault in his tone. She had evaded the fight and stayed safe and that was all that truly mattered. He pulled away from her just enough to look into golden eyes and see her honesty.

“The rain and wind shattered the windows. I convinced Luke to take me here before the fighting truly began. Besides, what man raids a kitchen before that of a captain’s quarters?” She asked and made Calum blow out a breath of relief at her smart thinking and overall safety.

She was right, the men had attacked his quarters without thinking. Whereas the only thing that had been touched was the galley door and the weather and fight on deck may have been responsible for that. He could have kicked himself for his narrow minded and unthought out plan. But it had all worked out and Elodie was unharmed. He pulled her back into him and Luke excused himself; knowing the moment was private, though the small dog kept to Elodie’s side and settled at her feet. Silence befell them and Calum savored it for the day had been wrought with the firing of cannons and pistols, of war cries and last words. She pressed against him, cheek resting against his chest and arms wound around his middle. He held her close, hands softly stroking through her hair and breaths finally coming much easier. The crew was alive above them and Calum knew their time alone would be short lived if they stayed in the galley; all the rum and liquors stocked around them.

“We’ll have the windows fixed next time we dock,” Calum murmured and hoped the sea would treat them well the next week or so until they could find somewhere to find new glass. “If another ship passes this will be the safest place for you.”

Elodie nodded her agreement and thanked Calum for sending Luke to guard her. She admitted her fear at the sounds of a fight much bigger than an attempted mutiny. Calum sighed, pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear and cupped her face.

“I feared more for you,” she said and a faint blush danced from cheek to nose to cheek again, heating the tips of Calum’s fingers unabashedly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Calum stiffened at the admission and thought through the realities that easily could have been. What would she have done if the sword had gone through him instead of his foe?

“You’d command the ship to go wherever you wanted. You’d find somewhere safe. Michael, Ashton and Luke would make sure it happened.”

Elodie looked down, golden eyes lost to the floorboards and the dog below. Calum could tell it was a reality she didn’t want to consider. But Calum would rather be lost in a fight than she; she could find somewhere the world didn’t know her, could find a safe haven among an island with a small but loyal crew to guide her. Calum would always have an identifier burned into his skin and chasing his steps and ship with every motion.

“Captain?” It was Ashton’s voice that broke through the dismay at thoughts neither truly wanted to entertain. He stood at the top of the galley steps, uncertainly peering down at his superior and his lady. “What should we do about the hostage?”

“Hostage?” Calum and Elodie both questioned at the same time, voices blending together in equal parts surprise and terror.

Calum turned, vaguely recalling Michael’s words on deck but they had been drowned out by the worries of his missing princess. Calum cleared his throat and approached, begged Elodie to follow with a motion of his hand and put one foot up on the bottom step. His second in command was a little worse for wear after a battle but victory gleamed in hazel eyes and the tears in his clothing and the few scratches along his skin could be mended.

“He begged for mercy and Michael allowed it. He’s not much more than a boy. He’s in the brig.”

“See that he has food and water and if he’s injured any wounds are tended to. We’ll drop him next time we dock,” Calum decided.

It was a risk, a man from a kingdom that opposed Elodie’s—whether young or old—posed a threat. Calum had no intention of harming the boy, he could stay in the brig and keep his eyes off the princess, and they’d be rid of him as soon as they could. Elodie’s hand found its way to Calum’s shoulder and called his attention to her.

“Might he be good for questioning?” She wondered. “Even a boy has useful information. Was the raid just a raid or was it for something else?” Someone else.

“I’ll question him myself. I want no one else speaking to him,” Calum began and let his eyes settle on his second in command. “Make that an order.”

Loose lips could travel word from crewman to boy, from boy to land and kingdoms beyond. Calum was still wary about many who sailed his ship and didn’t want any cracks in the precarious foundation to slip through. Ashton nodded his understanding and took off to spread word of the captive and the captain’s command. Calum turned to Elodie and excused himself with one last kiss to her forehead and a promise to meet her in their cabin shortly. She spun to head back toward the kitchen where a victory feast would be prepared; mostly rum and whatever could be prepared quickly. Calum stalked off and set pace for the prisoner they now kept.

The brig was always a grim place and scarcely used in Calum’s time as captain. He remembered times as a lowly crewman and all those who went and never returned from the holding. Calum vowed he would never let a man’s life end within the dark keep. Ashton was right, eyes of not much more than a boy—somewhere between sixteen and eighteen—stared back at Calum sullenly. Desperately. His clothes were modest and covered in filth, blood spattered and worn to the threads coming undone. A mop of shaggy hair was worn in tangles and pale skin was kissed with a red burn on full cheeks and round nose. He was still a child.

“Please,” he begged before he even knew of the captain’s intentions. “Please let me go. I didn’t mean no harm, was just followin’ orders.”

Calum sympathized with the boy; he had done the same and it had earned him a brand and title for life.

“What’s your name?” Calum questioned, stepping forward to where bars withheld the boy who was dropped to his knees.

“Theo,” he replied though the name was uncertain and shaken. “We was just tryin’ to escape a war. That king’s gone mad and me own king took up arms for his cause, we want nothin’ to do with it.”

Theo spilled news like a thrashing current of a river. It was unbridled honesty and piqued Calum’s interest and sped up the beat of his heart. Elodie’s rival kingdom had joined forces with a maddened king, which king and the cause unbeknownst. Calum slipped into silence, knowing it was a query for more information, eyes never flickering from the boy nervously gripping the bars of his cell.

“That king, he's out for vengeance, he be wanting that princess he was promised. My kingdom—we’re small and poor and been mad at theirs for years, swearin’ they stole our riches—but we have lots of men and was promised rewards if we took up the fight. The king is convinced they be holding her from him. We was supposed to ship out to help invade their island and siege their castle. We don’t want nothin’ to do with that. I reckon they was gonna trade yous over for gold and supplies to keep fleeing. That’s all.”

Calum’s heart plummeted at the words of war and reasons for fleeing. The princess was just up some steps, down the deck and tucked into a cabin. News of war and the reasons why would land hard on her shoulders. They had sailed so far away from her homeland that looping back came as a casualty. Her rivals and enemies shared the same water. Though it was good cause to know they believed she was on the ground, behind castle walls with an army of her own people and kingdom. Instead, she stayed behind wooded walls with the sea under her and nothing but a band of pirates to protect her.

“Please,” Theo said once more, his voice tight and eyes begging. “I’m not no danger I swear it. Let me go.”

“You’ll stay here until we next dock. You’ll stay unharmed and well fed. As soon as we weigh anchor my second in command will row you out and you’ll part ways.”

Theo let out a loud breath of relief, his grip tightening on the bars and shaking as he thanked the captain with all of the life inside of him; for the life he feared he would lose. Calum simply nodded, being thanked for a simple human decision left him uncomfortable, sparing the boy’s life was an easy call. He left Theo with the promises he’d have dinner delivered to his cell—Luke would run his meals from this point forth—and stalked back up the stairs and away from the creeping feeling of claustrophobia the brig instilled in him. He had done his own time in a cell, held without a trial and without question. Calum never made it a habit to visit the damp and dark quarters. He was met with a surprise on the top step.

Glistening golden eyes and trembling petaled lips told that Elodie overheard it all. She sighed, hands occupying themselves with tugging at her skirt as an old nervous habit fluttered back to life. Calum reached out for her but she flinched away from the touch and stepped back from him; allowing him up the last step. A night at an inn with whispered secrets of broken betrothals and fear of a life married to a cold king came rushing back to Calum. Guilt wrote itself clearly in Elodie’s eyes, in the way they couldn’t meet Calum’s for more than a moment.

“War?” She asked and Calum nodded, knowing she needed to know and have the knowledge solidified.

“Men like that, they never win,” Calum said in an attempt to soothe the fears that plagued her. “His cause is unjust and only fools would take up arms for him.”

“Men like him have been put on pedestals their entire lives; they are always so fragile. It takes one knock of their ego to get them to fall and shatter. They will do anything to feel like they are back at the top,” she responded, suddenly despondent and far away as she began moving toward the rail to watch the waves below. “There are many men like him, many who would fight such folly in an attempt to feel powerful. Even if it’s not their own power they’re fighting for.”

Calum came up behind her, suddenly hesitant to put his arms around her. So many times before they had stood at the rail with her back pressed to his chest or his hands on her waist holding her safe and secure. There were no promises of safety through a war. Whether she was there to witness it or not. She settled into silence and gripped at the rail as she contemplated the news that befell her. She turned to look at Calum as night began crawling into the sky. Stars were dull and the moon was barely there through the fog that still rolled off the waves and to the sky above.

“Might I retire early tonight? The food is nearly prepared,” she asked and peered over at the cabin with shattered windows and a broken door.

“We’ll commandeer Ashton’s cabin until ours is fixed,” Calum agreed and instructed as the reality of an unprotected princess wavered before him.

She always locked the door and for the door to be locked it needed to be in one piece. Ashton’s cabin stood untouched. It was smaller than theirs but safer and the second in command would understand; grab a hammock with the rest of the crew or swap with the captain, he had no fears of shattered windows or a broken door. Elodie excused herself, took off for Ashton’s cabin and Calum set off to inform of the changes though it didn’t need much explanation as Ashton was already one to suggest the change so the lady might be afforded some more comfort and privacy. Calum found his way back to Elodie once the crew was settled and the high of a victory started to deplete. Elodie was already in bed, Duke curled into her side and eyes closed though Calum knew she wasn’t yet asleep. The door shut with a soft thud and click of the lock, Golden eyes fluttered open and a shifted position welcomed Calum.

They stayed close all night, no space between them in the smaller bed. Calum reveled in the sound of her heart beating beside him, in the even breaths that escaped her and calm of a storm come and gone. When morning came with light spilling through the solitary window Calum took in the image of her. She was tired and restless as she greeted him.

“Good morning, captain.”

“Good morning, princess,” he responded in kind and ran a soft hand down her bare arm.

“Where are we headed?” Elodie asked, voice still weak from the morning.

“Wherever you want,” Calum said and had an inkling that weighed heavy on his heart of where that might be.

“I think I need to go back,” she replied, voice filled with sorrows and a longing for things to be different. Calum could see the weight of responsibility for a war weighing her down so heavily. “Then someday, if the war is won, I might be able to go home.”

Calum knew home meant his ship, or a small house in the secluded woods—anywhere so long as it was with him. He nodded. Endless edges of their journey were still being forged; Calum could only hope fate would be so kind as to keep them together, or at the very least, let them find their ways back to each other.

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Kiss the Cook

AN: So TNT’s Animal Kingdom is another one of my obsessions and here’s the first chapter to a fic I’m working on. I don’t think it will be finished any time soon, but I just loooove Pope and I wanted to put this out there. The Peaky Blinders fic I promised with Michael Gray as the protagonist is in the works as well, and I’ll drop a sample of the first chapter as soon as I make a few changes to the opening chapter. This isn’t a final draft of this and once it’s done I’ll be posting the completed work over on my wattpad and on my new AO3 account :)

J’s new girlfriend weirded Pope out immediately.

She looked totally normal, just like all the other giggling girls he brought by the house. Except she didn’t giggle-- she smiled, big and bright and genuine. Admittedly, that wasn’t particularly weird either. Except she gave him a once over first, her eyes traveling up from the tips of his toes, up past the apron he was wearing, the casserole he was holding, and finally up to his frozen expression. This was supposed to be a family only dinner. Even Craig hadn’t brought any of his groupies--

“Kiss the cook, huh?” She asked, flitting from J’s side to give Pope a quick kiss on the cheek. The contact of her lips on his skin, brief as it was, burned him. Kiss the cook? He looked down-- that’s what it said on the apron he was wearing. Right. “I’m Dawn, it’s nice to meet you.”

He stared at her. J stared at him staring at her, obviously wondering if his dinner date was going to cause a classic Pope meltdown. Noticing the sudden tension, a quizzical little frown settled over her features and she looked to J and then back at Pope.

“This is usually where you say, ‘Hi, Dawn, nice to meet you to my name is so and so,’” She prompted him. He knew that if he spoke his voice would break and embarrass him like it always did around attractive women-- attractive? When had he registered that she was attractive?-- so he stayed silent and just made the stare more menacing. She squinted at him.

“This is my uncle, Pope,” J attempted to salvage the situation, approaching in that stupid, quietly confident way of his. Pope saw a little flicker of recognition in her eyes. This was it. This was usually when recognition was followed by a flash of fear-- he’d built quite a bit of a reputation in Oceanside-- but, instead, the bright smile made a reappearance.

“Oh? Well it’s nice to meet you, Pope,” The only thing that changed about the expression was a little quirk in her brow, like she found his hostile stare amusing. J was at her elbow now, greetings somewhat successfully exchanged, to tug her away towards the patio. Pope thought he was free of her gaze but she looked back at him, grin widening. “We’ll continue the staring contest later!”

And with that she was out on the patio with everyone else. As Pope continued his meal prep in the kitchen, he decided he didn’t like her. He didn’t like her one bit. What was with the smiling? And the kiss? And the childish comment about staring contests? She was obviously just using J as an in, but what she really wanted was a Cody. Any Cody. If she wanted drugs, she’d go after Craig next. If she wanted money or power though, maybe she figured she could try for Pope. That wasn’t usually a popular strategy because of… obvious reasons, but maybe Dawn didn’t realize that J was Smurf’s current favorite and not him. He realized, even as he thought through all the possible conniving machinations this new girl was trying to pull, that he was probably making a bigger deal of this than necessary, but he hadn’t made it this far by not putting his paranoia to good use.

He watched through the large, sliding glass doors as she said hi to Craig and Deran. Deran, being Deran, hardly looked up from his phone. Craig, on the other hand gave her a bear hug, lifting and squeezing. Pope rolled his eyes. He’d only done that so he could feel her boobs. So stupid.

Dawn smiled at Craig when he put her down, but it was different this time. Tight, uncomfortable, it didn’t reach her eyes… Pope kept his eyes fixed on her, studying that expression. He wasn’t particularly good at identifying emotions besides fear, anger and general shadiness. But even with his gut instincts and never-ending supply of suspicion, she didn’t look like she was trying to seduce Craig as she quickly got away from him. Well, too early to tell anyway.

Lena was sitting on the stairs in the pool, right in Pope’s line of sight with her floaties on. He ruffled as the girl didn’t move to say hello to her, going to one of the lawn chairs and putting down her purse. Not saying hello to Lena… even Craig’s groupies did that! He chopped the carrots a little more aggressively while J got close to her, putting his hands on her hips. They whispered together for a moment. He kissed her. Pope annihilated the vegetables under his blade. J wandered off and Dawn pulled her t-shirt over her head. His knife paused, hovering over the cutting board as she unzipped her shorts. He quickly looked away as she pulled them down and continued with his task.

His head snapped back up when there was a sudden splash.

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So… Pope already hated her, Deran was a dick, and Craig was probably going to try and grab her ass before the night was done. Awesome. Like she hadn’t already been uncomfortable being at the Cody household. She wasn’t sure why J had invited her over here in the first place, it wasn’t like she’d been insisting on meeting his family. They’d been hooking up on and off for a few months, but she hadn’t thought it was anything serious. Come on, he was a Cody-- everyone knew they didn’t do serious relationships.

Now that their grandmother was in jail indefinitely though, it seemed like he wanted to take advantage of his newfound freedom and fuck her in his own bed-- AKA, his grandmother’s bed. Or so she’d extrapolated. J was a man of few words.

After Craig felt her up, she was already thinking of excuses for getting the fuck out of Dodge.

“I think I’m probably going to dip before dinner,” She whispered to J. “I don’t think your uncles want me here.”

J smirked a little, a subtle expression just like all the other ones he had in his repertoire.

“Ignore them,” he told her. “I thought you wanted to use the pool, anyway? And, if you stick around, maybe later…”

He put his hands on her hips and her mouth twisted up in a half-smile. He knew the sex was good and that it was the main reason she was here, observant little bastard. He leaned down slow and gave her a kiss, just the tip of his tongue reaching out to hers for one brief moment before he pulled back. It was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She snorted and shook her head when he pulled away.

“What?” He smiled at her response.

“Fine!” She exclaimed good naturedly, before leaning to his ear and whispering. “I’ll stay so you can fuck the shit out of me later, but if things get too awkward I’m leaving, okay?”

“Fair enough,” He acceded before kissing her again. “Beer?”

“Yes, please,” She replied. He walked away in search of alcohol and she looked around for something to occupy herself. Scanning the patio, she realized there was a little girl sitting on the stairs, playing with some toy boats. She’d been so quiet she hadn’t even noticed she was there. Dawn couldn’t help but frown a little, watching her play by herself. J should have said something instead of letting her ignore her like an asshole.

She stripped down to her bikini quickly-- ignoring Craig’s eyes on her rack as she bent over-- and approached the little girl.

“Hi,” She smiled at her, sitting at the edge of the pool next to her. “Whatcha up to?”

The little girl looked up at her with huge brown eyes.

“...Who are you?”

Ah, she had all of her uncles’ social skills.

“I’m Dawn… what’s your name?”

“Lena… are you here with uncle Craig?” The girl turned those big eyes back to her boats.

“Nope,” She popped the P. “J invited me over so I could use the pool… do you swim?”

The little girl glanced up at her and showed her the floaties on her arms.

“A little but uncle Pope says I’m not allowed in the pool without my floaties,” She sighed.

“You’re uncle is a smart guy, this pool is pretty deep… It’s perfect for cannon balls, actually,” Dawn observed casually.

“Cannon balls?” Lena looked at her dubiously.

“Yeah, cannon balls. You know how to cannon ball, don’t you?”

Lena shook her head. Dawn’s mouth dropped open with an excited little gasp.

“It’s super easy, Lena. You want me to show you?”

“Okay,” She nodded, a tentative smile finally appearing on her face. Dawn got up and extended a hand to her.

“Alright, so,” She lead her around to the deep end of the pool. “What you do is you stand running distance away from the edge… like… right here?”

She backed up about five feet from the edge and Lena followed suit.

“And when you’re ready you run to the edge and jump in, putting your knees to your chest,” She crouched down so she could tuck her knees as described. Lena imitated her. “And then put your arms around your knees so you become a little ball. See?”

“I’m a cannon ball!” Lena exclaimed. Dawn laughed.

“Now you’re getting it! Alright, you wanna try?”

She nodded enthusiastically. J had returned to the patio with two beers and smiled a little at her before taking a seat to wait for her.

“Okay, on the count of three. 1… 2… 3!” With a shout and laughter they rushed towards the edge and jumped in together. Dawn resurfaced to find Lena already bobbing at the surface, shrieking happily.

“Again! Again! Again!”

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J’s girlfriend didn’t leave Lena’s side for the next half hour while Pope cooked, splashing around in the pool. There were a couple times when Lena started running on the wet pavement that he almost had to come outside, but Dawn was faster than he was.

“Hold your horses, kid!” He could hear her exclaim, coming to her side quickly and taking hold of her hand. “Remember, you don’t run by the pool unless you want to fall on your butt!”

That made Lena laugh. She hadn’t stopped laughing, actually, since that girl had started talking to her. Pope watched her from the corner of his eye as he began setting the patio table for dinner. Spotting him, she immediately walked straight to him, Lena in tow. He kept his head down, hoping she would walk right past. Of course, she didn’t.

“Would you like some help?” She asked tilting her head a little to catch his gaze. “Lena and I can put the dishes out, if you want?”

Pope just looked at her a second and then cleared his throat. His voice was not going to break.

“Okay,” he agreed. Lena was already holding out her hands, so he handed her the cutlery. For her, his favorite and only niece, he cracked a smile. “But you’ve got to be careful and not drop anything!”

“Duh!” She was already gone to start arranging the knives and forks. Which left Dawn, smiling at him expectantly.

“Uh… Plates are inside,” He said, avoiding eye contact as he turned heel and went back inside. She followed him. He handed them to her silently, but she lingered.

“Hey, I… I wanted to apologize for earlier. I shouldn’t have just, uh, kissed you without knowing if it was okay first. I know some people don’t like being touched and it was rude of me. It’s just you were wearing the apron and I was nervous and I thought it would be funny for some reason, but it obviously wasn’t…” She rambled, but stopped herself with a shake of the head and a shy little smile. “Anyway, sorry for being all up in your space.”

As though she knew he wasn’t going to respond, she immediately went back outside after her apology, leaving Pope staring after her. He didn’t like being touched by strangers, that was true. But no one had ever apologized for that before, they’d just eventually learned to back the fuck off after a couple of glares thrown in their direction. Or being punched a couple of times, depending on how insistent they were being about invading his personal space. He continued what he was doing, gathering plates of food and bringing them to the table, Dawn lithely stepping out of his way so he could set them down without bumping into her as he came in and out of the house. He could hear her talking to Lena through the open door.

“Finished!” Lena informed her as she set down the last knife.

“Ooh, good job! That was really fast,” Dawn told her, putting down the last of the plates. “Let’s ask your uncle if there’s anything else we can do to help, huh?”

Pope came back outside, and, making eye contact only with Lena, said:

“That’s about it, why don’t you go tell the boys dinner is ready?”

“Okay,” She ran off to do as she was told, rallying the lounging men up from their lawn chairs. Dawn smiled after her.

“She’s a great kid,” She commented to Pope. He grunted his assent. She looked at the spread with her hands on her hips. “Christ, this looks good! Did you cook all of this?”

He grunted again in response but couldn’t help his eyes from flickering over to her this time. He found her looking back at him waiting for him to actually say something. A little startled, he went back inside to grab a beer instead. Under the guise of doing this, he watched as the boys gathered around the table. Lena dragged Dawn to the chair next to her, talking animatedly.

What was this girl’s deal? He continued his surreptitious observation of her as dinner rolled along. She was completely ignoring Craig and even J, not that they weren’t trying to talk to her. For once, the conversation was centered around Lena, who was telling Dawn about school. Dawn looked at her while she spoke, laughing and nodding like this was the most interesting conversation she’d ever had. Like the girl had reminded them their niece existed, Craig, J and even Deran started asking her questions.

Pope saw how they watched Dawn’s reactions, how she helped Lena articulate was she was thinking and found the humor in it. Lena was smart and funny, just like her mom had been. Pope knew that, but it wasn’t usual for her other uncles to spend so much time talking to her. Dawn was still in her bikini, which explained Craig’s sudden interest, at least, but J just kept smiling softly in her direction throughout the meal. Weird.

It was already odd enough that he’d brought her to dinner at all-- since Mia and Nicky, he hadn’t had a steady girlfriend. Dawn was one in a long line of female visitors, but they never sat down with the family, preferring to sneak in and out under the cover of night. J was a quiet dude, probably to cover up the ulterior motives Pope knew he had, but she was actually making him... laugh. And a genuine laugh, too, not just that fake flirtatious crap he pulled to convince girls he wasn’t devoid of personality. Weird. Very weird.

“They’ve been teaching us guitar at school,” Lena continued telling Dawn.

“Really?” She asked. “That’s so cool! I used to take lessons for a long time before, too.”

“Do you play?” Craig asked, blue eyes crinkling with an interested smile. She flashed him a polite version of her own—not half as nice as the one she’d been using earlier, Pope noted.

“I do, actually,” She replied before turning her attention to Lena again. “Maybe you and I can do a duet.”

Lena giggled but shook her head. “Guitar is hard… I’m not good at it.”

“What?” Dawn exclaimed. “I don’t believe that! Here, give me your hand for a second?”

Lena put down her fork and Dawn took her small hand in both of hers, inspecting her palm and fingers with exaggerated care.

“Ah, just as I suspected,” She said, nodding to herself as she released Lena’s digits.

“What?” She asked, staring down at her hands for signs of whatever Dawn had been looking for.

“She’s got guitar-playing hands,” Dawn informed the table sagely. Even Deran had to crack a smile at that. Pope thought he saw J’s hand move to her leg under the table, but she didn’t seem to notice, smiling as Lena cracked up. “You have to practice more, but you’re talented. I can tell by the shape of your fingers.”

She gave Lena a wink.

“You know, I play guitar too,” Craig spoke up. Pope rolled his eyes. Of course, he just had to be the center of attention.

“Oh? Maybe we can all play together, then,” She smiled a little more genuinely at him now. There it was, the flirtation Pope had been waiting for-- but then she looked over at him shyly. “If your uncles don’t mind me stopping by again, of course.”

“Can she?” Lena asked him, pulling on his sleeve.

No! He wanted to yell it from the rooftop. He wasn’t sure what she was up to, but whatever it was he was certain it would be no good and he had every intention of just grunting vaguely as a response until Lena gave him her patented puppy dog look, ripped straight from her mother’s old playbook.

“Please?” She stuck out her lower lip. Pope squinted at her.

“Fine,” He finally exhaled. A huge smile spread across Dawn’s face.

“You owe me a staring contest anyway,” She reminded him. Craig and Deran looked over at Pope who shifted uncomfortably under their puzzled gazes.

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up,” He muttered at his plate.

“Well, if you’re scared I’m going to win, I’ll just play against Lena,” She shrugged nonchalantly. Lena laughed.

“You have to play now, uncle Pope! Unless you’re scared…” She reached over to tickle him. Pope couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Maybe, we’ll see,” He told her, purposefully keeping his eyes away from Dawn until the conversation had moved on. Only then did he sneak a glance back at her. J was looking at him now, though, hard. He held his eyes unwaveringly until his nephew broke eye contact. Hm. Maybe he was good at staring contests.

#animal kingdom #tnt animal kingdom #pope cody #j cody #craig cody #deran cody #pope x original character

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Masterlist

Peaky Blinders

Michael Gray head cannon

John Shelby Imagine #1

John Shelby Imagine #2

Pretty Little Liars

Jason Dilaurentis Imagine #1

Jason Dilaurentis Imagine #2

911

Evan Buckley

The Calendar

Eddie Diaz

Staying with Mom

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski Imagine #1

Stiles Stilinski Imagine #2

Stiles Stilinski Imagine #3

Derek Hale Imagine #1

Theo Raeken #1

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove head cannon

Riverdale

Archie Andrews Imagine #1

Archie Andrews Imagine #2 pt. 2 pt.3

Jughead Jones Head Cannon

Reggie Mantle Imagine #1

Youtubers

Grayson Dolan #1

The 100

Bellamy Blake Imagine #1

The Vampire Diaries

Klaus Mikaelson Imagine #1 pt.2

Sex Education

Sean Wiley Imagine #1

Criminal Minds

Derek Morgan #1

Derek Morgan #2

Spencer Reid #1

Spencer Reid #2

Spencer Reid #3

Vlog Squad

David Dobrik #1

MCYT

Dream #1

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Can you do fluffy cuddle cute Michael head cannons? Thanks hun xxx

I can’t get enough of my boy Michael.

It takes a very unique girl to make Michael Gray fall totally head over heels for her.

Once he’s found the one, he wants to spend as much time as possible with her.

He loves doing little daily takes with you, like working side by side with each other. In total silence. On totally separate, unrelated things. But at least your in their next to him.

Still, his favorite thing to do with you is sit on the couch, fire going, head in lap reading to each other and discussing literature.

Your relationship has gotten to the point where you don’t want to go to sleep without the other, resulting in many late nights. Michael usually comes home to find you passed out on the couch with a book on your chest. He’ll cover you with a blanket if he doesn’t try to wake up and make you come upstairs.

Your house is always full of laughter. You become two children when your together, Michael chasing you around the house trying not to get tickled to death by him.

He’s not really into PDA, because usually someone from his family is around and he can’t help but feel judged, but he really likes holding your hand, fingers intertwined. Under the table in secret or on your walk home. He’s even content just dragging his finger across your knuckles.

They’re also his favorite place to press warm kisses.

He likes surprising you with special wine or champagne so much that it’s never a surprise anymore.

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Aug. 28, 2019: Obituaries

Lexie Roberts, 89

Mrs. Lexie Juanita Dowdy Roberts better known as "Ma" gained her angel wings on August 24, 2019 at the age of 89.

Funeral services will be held 2:00 p.m., Saturday August 31, at Reins Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Victor Church, Pastor Steve Shumate and Brother Brandon Dillard officiating. Burial will be in Bethany Baptist Church Cemetery, North Wilkesboro. The family will receive friends from 6:00 until 8:00 Friday evening, August 30, 2019 at Reins Sturdivant Funeral Home.

Ma was born March 30, 1930 in Guilford County to John Arland Dowdy and Lexie Viola Blackburn Dowdy Honeycutt. She was preceded in death by her parents, her husband; Leroy Roberts, and her daughter, Renea Taylor.

She is survived by her sons, John Roberts of Butner, NC, Don Roberts of Checotah, Oklahoma and Paul Roberts of Millington, Tennessee, grandchildren; Tay Taylor, Adrian Taylor, Candy Caldwell all of Winston Salem, NC, Carmy Taylor of North Wilkesboro, NC, Fletcher Roberts of Alma, Michigan, Kristi Roberts of Union, SC, as well as several distant grandchildren; great grandchildren; Zane Caldwell and Kala Douglas of Winston Salem, NC, Max Taylor of North Wilkesboro, NC, Devin Heinz of Union, SC, Destiny and Kara Church of Wilkesboro, NC, and several distant great grandchildren.

Ma worked for many years at Gardner Mirror as well as a CNA at Home Care of Wilkes and Avante.

She was known for her kind, mischievous, loving nature and was a hard working simple woman who loved everyone. She didn't care about worldly riches because she always said she had a mansion waiting. Ma loved to garden, grow flowers, do sequin embroidery, dip snuff, eat chocolate, go to the beach and read her Bible, but most of all spread the word of God.

She was a faithful member of Bethany Baptist Church. Ma always sat in the second pew on the right side of the church. She attended until her health declined. When not able to attend, Ma still praised the Lord daily.

Even as the Alzheimer's progressed her love for Jesus remained. This terrible disease took so much from her but never her faith. Her favorite quote was "God loves you and so do I."

The family wishes to thank the entire staff of Westwood Hills who have helped take care and love Ma for the last five years. A very special thanks to the staff on the Spark Unit and Orange Hall where Ma resided. The family also wishes to thank Mountain Valley Hospice for their loving

support the last few months.

In addition to flowers, memorials may be made to the Alzheimer's Association, Attn: Molly Goote 31 College Place Ste. D 103, Asheville, NC 28801 c/o Walk for Ma.

Arlena Creasman, 79

Mrs. Arlena Virginia Barker Creasman, age 79 of North Wilkesboro, wife of LaMar Creasman, died Friday, August 23, 2019 at her home.

A Celebration of Life Service will be held 2:00 p.m. Thursday, August 29, 2019 at St. Paul's Episcopal Church with Rev. Kedron Nicholson officiating. The family will receive friends Wednesday evening from 6:00PM until 8:00PM at Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home.

Mrs. Creasman was born June 17, 1940 in Ashe County to Lee and Ilene Gilley Barker. She was a social worker at Wilkes County Social Services and retired from New River Mental Health as a counselor. She also specialized in working with children as a private counselor. She continued working for BROC Head Start as a counselor. Arlena was a friend and caregiver to many. She gave herself to others every day of her life. She loved her family and her many friends. She especially loved her grandkids and great-grandkids and made each of them always feel like they were the favorite.

She was preceded in death by her parents; one sister, Kathy Sapp; and her brothers-in-law, Delbert Sapp and Haskell (Frog) Hartsog.

She is survived by two daughters, Vickie Shupe Shew and husband, Claude Shew, Jr., and Robin Shupe Keller and Dave Keller; one son, David Lee Shupe and wife, Karen Rhoades Shupe; five grandchildren, Chris Ferguson and wife, Jessica, Karrie Shew Combs and husband, Matthew, Maggie Shupe, Sophia Shupe, and Amber Keller; six great-grandchildren, Levi Ferguson, Ty Ferguson, Bryce Ferguson, Tori Ferguson, Owen Combs and Addie Combs; one sister, Janet Hartsog; and three special nephews.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to BROC Head Start, 701 Veterans Drive, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659; Wilkes ADAP Program, P.O. Box 968, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659; or NC Cooperative Extension Master Gardeners Program, Wilkes County Center, Executive Drive, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Vecie Shoemaker, 86

Mrs. Vecie Hall Shoemaker, age 86 of North Wilkesboro, passed away Friday, August 23, 2019 at her home.

Graveside services were August 25, at Arbor Grove Baptist

Church Cemetery with Rev. Lane Roark officiating.

Mrs. Shoemaker was born September 28, 1932 in Wilkes County to Clarence E. Hall and Verna Shumate Hall. She retired from Thom McAn Manufacturing, Inc.

She was preceded in death by her parents and four sisters; Marie Hall Karriker, Catherine Hall Lovette, Sue Hall Miller and Wanda Hall Adams.

Mrs. Shoemaker is survived by her husband; Bobby E. Shoemaker of the home, two daughters; Lynn Shoemaker Dyer and husband Danny of Millers Creek, Diane Shoemaker Cannon of Wilkesboro, a son; Bobby F. Shoemaker

and wife Pam of North Wilkesboro, four grandchildren; Robin D. Hamby and husband Matt, Amber C. Shumate and husband Andy, Ashley D. Cannon and fiancé Bobby Sheets and Adam P. Shoemaker, six great grandchildren; Aaron Hamby, Adrienne Hamby, Emeliegh Shumate, Ashlyn Shumate, Dawson Sheets and Gage Sheets, two sisters; Lucille Hall Johnson of Thurmond and Hazel Hall Brown of Moravian Falls and one brother; Ronnie Stone and wife Bonnie of McGrady.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Wake Forest Baptist Health Care at Home Hospice 126 Executive Drive Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Michael Pennington, 60

Michael Andrew Pennington, age 60, of Millers Creek, passed away Thursday, August 22, 2019 at his home. He was born April 16, 1959 in Ashe County to William Watson and Reba Phillips Pennington. Michael was a member of Boiling Springs Baptist Church. He enjoyed fixing up old cars and was employed with Tiny's Alignment as a mechanic. He was preceded in death by his parents.

Surviving are his wife, Sandra Polk Pennington; son, Dustin Pennington of Wilkesboro; sisters, Becky Beach and spouse Johnny of Washington, NC, Nancy Pennington of Wilkesboro; grandchildren, Emmalyne Pennington, Benjamin Pennington, Keegan Pennington; and nephew, Cody Beach.

Funeral service was August 25, at Boiling Springs Baptist Church with Pastor Joey Moore and Pastor Victor Church officiating. Burial followed in the church cemetery.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Miller Funeral Service to help family with funeral expenses.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Pallbearers were Cody Beach, Johnny Beach, Clinton Reins, deacons: Raymond Eller, Jerry Eller, Fred Martin, Jeff Phipps, Pedro Sanchez, Steve Jenkins, and James Parker. Honorary pallbearers will be Benjamin Pennington and Keegan Pennington.

Aurelia Delp, 78

Mrs. Aurelia Allen Brown Delp, age 78 of Millers Creek, wife of Robert Clayton Delp passed away Thursday, August 22, 2019 at her home.

Funeral services will be held 2:00 PM Thursday, August 29, 2019 at Millers Creek United Methodist Church with Rev. Cokie Bristol officiating. Burial will be in Mountlawn Memorial Park. The family will receive friends from 12:30 until 1:30 at the church.

Mrs. Delp was born October 4, 1940 in Wilkes County to John Quincy Brown and Ona Belle Blackburn Brown. She graduated from Wilkes Central High School in 1960, was a Senior Girl Scout and enjoyed gardening and cooking. She worked in retail at the Sears store before becoming a fulltime Homemaker. Mrs. Delp was a member

of Millers Creek United Methodist Church.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by three sisters; Mary James and husband John, Martha Faw and husband Gurnie and Betty Jennings and three brothers; Quincy Brown and wife Gladys, James Brown and wife Sally Adkins and Clayton Brown and wife Ruby.

She is survived by her husband; Robert Clayton Delp of the home, a daughter; Tina Delp of Millers Creek, a son; Tony Delp and wife Jennifer of Fuquay-Varina, two grandchildren; Richard "Clayton" Delp and Christine Delp and a brother in law; Ralph Jennings of Gaffney, SC.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Wake Forest Baptist Health Care at Home Hospice 126 Executive Drive Suite 110 Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Nancy Thompson, 64

Nancy Trudean Thompson, age 64, of Millers Creek, passed away Wednesday, August 21, 2019 at Forsyth

Medical Center. Mrs. Thompson was born February 17, 1955 in Wilkes County to her mother, Faye Dancy Combs. She was a member of Pine View Baptist Church. She loved to play the piano, in which she was the pianist and was faithful to her church as long as she was able. Nancy dearly loved her family. She vol

unteered with Meals on Wheels and Senior Companions. Nancy was preceded in death by her mother.

Surviving are her daughter, Suzanna Harrold of Hays; son, Ashley Winfield Harrold of Hays; grandchildren, Lydia Harrold, Jaseanna Trudean

Harrold, Landon Ray Harrold, Samuel Winfield Harrold, Alyssia Harrold; great grandchildren, Oakley Aspen Weaver and Kaycen Grey Bartleson; sister, Brenda Miller and spouse Dean of North Wilkesboro; brothers, Michael Combs, Joey

Combs and spouse Chasity all of Millers Creek; father, Rev. Amos Combs and spouse Iris of Millers Creek; special friends and neighbors, Billy and Jerrie Rash; and her dog, Benny.

Funeral service was August 24, at Pine View Baptist Church with Pastor Steve Shumate, Rev. Kevin Souther, Rev. Jason Wiles, Rev. Amos Combs officiating. Burial followed in Mountlawn Memorial Park.

Flowers will be accepted. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Bobby Bumgarner, 82

Mr. Bobby Gray Bumgarner, age 82 of Wilkesboro, passed away Tuesday, August 20. 2019 at Wake Forest Baptist-Wilkes Medical Center.

Funeral services were August 23, 2 at Reins Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Jamie McGuire officiating. Burial was in Scenic Memorial Gardens.

Mr. Bumgarner was born July 31, 1937 in Wilkes County to John Alonzo Bumgarner and Cilla Creola Watts Bumgarner. He retired after 45 years of service from the North Carolina Department of Transportation. Mr.

Bumgarner was a member of Pilgrim Baptist Church.

He was preceded in death by his parents, a son; Michael Graylin Bumgarner, a sister; Gladys Margaret Bumgarner Shumaker, four brothers; Ted Bumgarner, Jim Bumgarner, Rex Bumgarner and Rale Bumgarner and a sister in law; Ruth Bumgarner.

Mr. Bumgarner is survived by his wife; Betty Jo Lankford Bumgarner of the home and a son; Jeffrey Todd Bumgarner of Millers Creek.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to

Pruitt Hospice 924 Main Street Suite 100 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659 or the Humane Society of Wilkes PO Box 306 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

Dean Stamper, 73

Dean Arnold Stamper, age 73, of McGrady, passed away Monday, August 19, 2019 at Wake Forest Baptist Health-Wilkes Regional. He was born March 8, 1946 in Wilkes County to Connie and Bessie Mae Ellis Stamper. Mr. Stamper loved to fish

and hunt. He also loved being with his grandchildren and great grandchildren. Mr. Stamper was preceded in death by his parents; a daughter, Lynn Annette Stamper; brother , William Donald Stamper, Montie Stamper; sister, Grace Beck and brother-in-law, Jim; and brother-in-law, Eugene James.

Dean is survived by his wife, Nancy Carol Johnson Stamper; sons, Steven Stamper of Wilkesboro, Roy Thomas Stamper of Raleigh; daughters, Sheila Stamper Brock of McGrady, brother, Ivory Lester Stamper of Wilkes, sisters, Vella James of Winston Salem, Cleo Stamper Rakes of Wilkesboro; sister-in-law, Gladys Stamper of Wilkes; grandchildren, Christina Darnelle Stamper of Kings Mountain, Steven Worth Stamper, William Dean Brock both of McGrady, Adam Joseph Brock and spouse Ashley of Hendersonville; five great grandchildren; two great grandchildren on the way; several nieces and nephews.

Graveside service was August 21, at Cane Creek Baptist Church Cemetery with Rev. Kenny Absher officiating. Flowers will be accepted. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Steven Meade, 57

Steven Lee Meade, age 57, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Friday, August 16, 2019 at Forsyth Medical Center. Mr. Meade was born June 13, 1962 in Hamlin, West Virginia to James Merle and Ella Victoria Bare Meade. He was preceded in death by his father and a brother, Haskel Cleek.

Surviving are his wife, Theda Wyatt Meade; daughter, Ashley Meade of Mattoon, Illinois; sons, Stevie Meade and Dustin Meade of Mattoon, Illinois; mother, Ella Victoria Bare of North Wilkesboro; step daughter, Lisa Anderson of Millers Creek; step son, Frankie Reavis of North Wilkesboro; grandchildren, Jason Brown and

Cheyenne Brown; brothers, Mark Meade of Paris, Tennessee, Brian Meade of Roaring River; and sisters, Delta Miller of Millers Creek, Mary Alice Urick of North Wilkesboro.

Funeral service was August 24, at Miller Funeral Chapel with Rev. Randy Johnson and Rev. Rev. Wiley Boggs officiating. Burial followed in Scott Blevins Cemetery in Lansing.

Flowers will be accepted. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Pallbearers were Mark Meade, Brian Meade, Stevie Meade, Kevin Phillips, Travis Miller, Cory Miller, Jason Brown and Dustin Meade.

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Headcanons for your first night back with the boys after taking a break on your relationship? Wink wonk ;)

First off i just wanna say that i love the phrase “wink wonk” and will now be using that forever

Tommy

You initiated the break, Tommy was drinking more, smoking more, working more, doing everything that didn’t have to do with you more. If he was going to keep you, he needed to realize what exactly he was missing. And he did, in his own, weird, Tommy way. When you came back, he had several extravagant gifts set out for you and took you away to London for one of the fanciest dinners you’ve ever had. The two of you headed up to your hotel room after dinner and it was eerily quiet as Tommy poured the two of you a drink.

“You didn’t have to do this, Tommy. I don’t need all these fancy things.”

“I know.”

“I just want you to pay attention to me more than work-“

“I know.”

“And to love me more than work.”

Tommy walked over to you and whispered “Want me to show you how much more I love you than work?”

And he did, over, and over, and over, and over again. (Then once more to be safe)

Arthur

The first night back after your break with Arthur was… a little awkward. Arthur is a little awkward, and he was trying his best to get back into the same rhythm the two of you were in before the break, but also trying to acknowledge your thoughts and feelings and that the break happened (imagine Tommy’s wedding speech- that level awkward). He didn’t want to assume that the two of you would ‘get back together’ the first night but you can’t blame the man for hoping. But you missed him too, and you needed him just as much as he needed you. Your first night back started off awkward but was filled with laughing, giggling, and lots and lots of back-together sex. Oh, and he showed you the garden he started to distract himself from the break, that was his favorite part until the sex that is.

John

The “break in your relationship” was the years that John was in France. It wasn’t a ‘proper’ break, as everyone else would say. And the two of you still considered yourselves to be together, but the physical distance was difficult. When the boys were finally coming back, you made sure to bring out your nicest dress and do your hair the way you knew John liked. You waited at the station with Polly, Ada, and little Finn in anxious excitement for them to get off the train. Polly was the first to spot them, and as they made their way through the crowd the three of you were all crying. The second John’s eyes landed on you he stood frozen, bag dropping, as you ran to his opening arms and clung to each other like the world was ending. That first night back moved in waves- waves of extreme lust, and waves of extreme emotion, crying for lost time, that you’re back in each other’s arms, and the need to be so close that for that night (and the subsequent three days) the two of you were never not touching- or out of bed, really.

Finn

Finn very much is ready to jump right back into the relationship and try to make up for the lost time that you had. He’s so eager to please and just wants to show you how much he loves you and how happy he is that you’re back because let’s be honest, Finn missed you so much. However all things romantic seem to leave Finn’s mind because he more or less kept a journal/scrapbook of pictures and things that happened while you two were apart and busts it out the first night you’re back together because “you won’t BELIEVE the shit that happened when you were gone let’s start with Ruby throwing Tommy’s glasses in the Cut” and it’s like a 100 slide power point presentation.

Michael

Michael took your break kinda hard, drinking and doing coke more than usual while you were gone. He didn’t want (or let) anyone see how he was feeling about you being gone, so he turned even more stone cold to everyone in the office. Luckily for him, Polly knows how horrendously Michael handles his emotions and smacked his head on straight to get things right with you when your break ended. The first night you spent together started out a lot like Tommy- but he soon fell into the comfort you gave him and let himself become more vulnerable to you. Don’t get me wrong, you and Michael fucked like animals, but you also got to express how much you missed each other and loved each other in small little touches, silent kisses, and of course, more sex.

Isaiah

Isaiah, the ever so suave man that he is, had been planning exactly how to spend your first night back together from your break since the day that you decided to take a break in the first place. You needed a break from the petty arguments the two of you would have because of Isaiah assuming that since he was the ‘big bad alpha’ that he held the reigns in your relationship. When you were finally ready to try again, he had planned for a movie at the cinema, drinks in a private room at the Garrison, and then returning back to his place where he intended to sweep you off your feet again. And he did. Unknowingly to Isaiah, you had also anticipated your boyfriend to ‘sweep you off your feet’ and had planned your undergarments accordingly. The first night you were back together, you reminded Isaiah who was really in charge in this relationship.

Freddie

Freddie had convinced himself it was for the best when the two of you took a break. The two of you spent some much needed time looking into yourselves and working on how to be better people before deciding to get back together. Freddie doesn’t have much, he knows this, but what he doesn’t have in money or worldly possessions, he certainly makes up for in love and attention. Freddie can’t stop looking at you, kissing you, praising you, any chance he can get- especially in the bedroom. Your first night together is almost exclusively in the bedroom… and don’t worry, Freddie remembered not to shave.

Alfie

He tries to play it up all romantic. A nice dinner (but not too nice), some flirting (but not too flirty), Alfie wants to show you he’s ready to start again but doesn’t want to overwhelm you or seem like he’s smothering you. He settles on a “romantic” dinner in his office, ushering you in as Ollie hastily throws the last minute items on the desk.

“Oh what the fuck you doin’ mate! S’posed to be out of ‘ere by now you are-“

“I know I’m sorry please forgive me!”

“Alfie you don’t need to be so mean to him, the boy already does whatever you tell him to do.”

“Right but all this was s’posed to ‘ave been done by now, all ready for ya an’ all.”

Either way you have a nice little dinner and let him have dessert afterwards (wink wink).

Bonnie

Sweet boy went to his dad for advice- and when it was a little too… outlandish… he immediately went to his sisters. Bonnie missed you a lot, and didn’t want this first night back together to be… less than memorable. He wanted everything to be perfect, right down to how he folded the bedsheets (just the way you liked them, too). Bonnie was always a thoughtful boyfriend, and when you wanted to take a break he put all that thoughtfulness into what he could do better (his sisters did not miss an opportunity to roast him and then give him advice on how to be better). Your first night back together is simple, sweet, and a little better than you remember.

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jxwelry replied to your post “The fact that Jellal has only four named spells and only three bases...”

hello fairytail-whathesays please write up spell ideas for jelly the fool

I can always count on you. Just from what I know about space and a short search about stars and shit, I came up with these:

No clear order but??? Ideas man, Ideas.

Jupiter Cannon: Jupiter is the largest planet in the solar system and the name for the Roman equivalent to Zeus, king of the skies. Okay so after the Phantom Lord arc (where the “Jupiter Cannon” is first featured) comes a Celestial Spirit arc, and then the Tower of Heaven arc where Jellal uses Heavenly Body magic and I just??? I heard the name of his magic and I thought for sure he was going to pull out a spell called “Jupiter Cannon” and....no, he used the other spell that nearly destroyed the town, Abyss Break, which has nothing at all to do with Heavenly Bodies. This is a giant missed opportunity. Jellal is supposed to be a Wizard Saint, right? So what if he invented a monstrously powerful spell that was later marketed as a mechanical weapon of mass destruction?

Mercury: Mercury is the Roman name for the Greek God of swiftness and Mercury the Planet was called that because it goes around the Sun much faster than Earth (due to being the closest, it takes only 88 Earth days). Why the spell that drastically increases Jellal’s speed was named “Meteor” instead baffles me. But this should be the name of his speed magic or maybe an upgrade to said speed magic.

Mars/Venus: Venus, despite being only the second-closest planet to the Sun, is known for being the hottest due to its atmosphere, and was named for the Roman goddess of love and beauty. Mars is the planet on the other side of earth and is very very red, and was named for the Roman god of war. What I’m getting at here is a fire-element spell based on one of these two planets, which would then be one of the components of Jellal’s Abyss Break.

Uranus: Named for the Titan of the sky that married Gaia/Mother Earth. Uranus is a blue-green planet known for rotating sideways and for packing high winds. This could be a wind-element spell based on the planet and would be one of the components of Jellal’s Abyss Break.

Neptune: Named for the Roman god of the seas, very very blue, and known for being very watery and stormy. This could be a water-element spell based on the planet and would be one of the components of Jellal’s Abyss Break.

Pluto: Last planet in the Solar System (I swear if anyone comments saying there are only eight planets and Pluto isn’t one of them I will launch you to the moon) and known for being very small, very gray, and very very very fucking cold due to how far it is from the Sun. Would be an ice-element spell.

Moon: The closest heavenly body there is, and known for having a surface littered with craters and cracks from repeated impact by objects from space. This could be a high-impact earth-element spell that hits hard enough to leave actual craters in the ground, and would be one of the components of Jellal’s Abyss Break.

Morning Star: Dude, it’s the fucking Sun. The one we see every day and the one most connected to Heaven in religion. It’s the star assigned to Uriel, and more notably, Michael and his twin brother Lucifer/Satan/The Goddamn Devil. Our own Sun is a yellow dwarf that pumps hundreds of thousands of degrees of heat out into space and generates enormous amounts of energy. If you really want to impress me with Jellal, show me Jellal throwing a giant fucking ball of golden fire that looks like the Sun at people.

Antares: One of the largest stars, and the brightest star in the constellation Scorpio. When I first heard Jellal’s Altairis spell, I misheard him and thought he was saying Antares. Anyway, Antares is a very large star, a red giant said to be big enough that it’s surface would reach Mars’ orbit if it were placed where the Sun is. Want to impress me with Jellal? Show him throwing an even bigger ball of fucking fire at people. Red Giants are actually not as hot as the smaller ones, hence the color, and are in the last stages of a star’s life.

Bellatrix: This is a very special and rare type of star, it’s a blue giant. The color range of heat in stars from coolest to hottest (and the range from largest to smallest) goes red, orange, yellow, white, blue--blue stars are usually tiny dwarfs. Bellatrix, however, is massive, several times the Sun’s mass and radius. Also called the Amazon star due to Bellatrix meaning “female warrior”. Now show me Jellal throwing this at people. Not only is it a big giant ball of fucking fire, the name’s meaning combined with its color (blue = Jellal, “female warrior” = Erza) would make for fridge thick enough to cut with a knife.

Algol: I found this while reading about Bellatrix; it should be in Jellal’s arsenal for its title alone (It’s called the “Demon Star”). This is probably because it’s actually three stars all orbiting each other. Also called the “Satan’s Head” or “Devil’s Head” star. If Jellal’s Grand Chariot’s gimmick is about the number seven, I see no reason why this one’s gimmick can’t be the number 3. I don’t even care what it does, but if I were researching space for a space-based magic, I’d immediately write this down.

Gravity Magic: Why does Jellal not have gravity magic? Gravity is a big deal in astronomy. And as shown by Bluenote and Kagura, gravity magic can seriously fuck up your opponents. This should be part of Jellal’s roster. I suppose it is, with the “Altairis” spell, but I’m not sure why that was called Altairis to begin with--Wikipedia doesn’t even have a page on it.

This is not all there is to space or celestial objects but holy shit I want to press a big giant “Missed Opportunity” stamp onto Jellal’s forehead.

#jxwelry #character fixing

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ML U32 Ensemble Direction

Paul Mc Cormack The three songs I have selected to direct specifically for this are -

Need Your Love so Bad, Fisherman’s Blues and Sail Away.

Song 1 - Need Your Love So Bad

Important for drums to maintain slow, steady blues beat. Lyrics need to be delivered with feeling of needing love. Guitars 1- arpeggios of the chords Guitar 2 - Downstrokes in time with Kick Drum alternating with Solo, Guitar 3 - use reverb swell pedal at low level to simulate keys / pads. Bass line is provided below.

Song 1 : Need Your Love so Bad

Artist : Fleetwood Mac

Key : A Major but played in B Major for Gill (A Capo 2 for guitars)

BPM : 72

Released : 1965

Reference Track : httpshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtmW2ek7WkQ

Structure : Intro, V1, V2, Middle8, V3, Outro

Chords Used : A, A7, D, D7, EbDim7, F#m, Bm, B7, E, E7, F

Guitar Playing Demo

Guitar Solo and Scales Demo

Guitar Tab

Arrangement Notes : Nice slow blues tempo. Starts with Guitar Solo and Ends with Similar .

Music Notation : Not required, Lyrics and chords below

Instrumentation : Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Percussion

Bass Line : YouTube Video of Bassline

Performers :

Michael - Arpeggiated Guitar Jhil - Vocals Paul - Electric Guitar (chords and solo) JonathanB - Electric Guitar with effects to simulate strings Phil - Bass Ivan - Percussion

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Need Your Love So Bad (Chords and Lyrics)

A A7 I need someone's hand, to lead me through the night D Ebdim7 I need someone's arms, to hold and squeeze me tight A F#m Bm E Now when the night begins, I'm at an end A D7 A E7 Because I need your love so bad.

(V2) A A7 I need some lips, to feel next to mine D Ebdim7 I need someone to stand up, and tell me when I'm lyin' A F#m Bm E And when the lights are low, and it's time to go A D7 A A7 That's when I need your love so bad.

(Mid8) D Ebdim7 So why don't you give it up, and bring it home to me A A7 Or write it on a piece of paper baby, so it can be read to me B7 Tell me that you love me, and stop driving me mad E F E E7 Oh because I, I need your love so bad.

(V3) A A7 I need your soft voice, to talk to me at night D Ebdim7 I don't want you to worry baby, I know we can make everything alright A F#m Bm E Listen to my plea, baby, bring it to me A D7 A E7 Because I need your love so bad.

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1. Ensemble Rehearsal Performance of Need Your Love so Bad

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1M0Xw2OLKtqMMjCBLk6YyTSEJPKf9DFD1

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2. Live Performance of Need Your Love So Bad

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1OS29oZSxahoZk2m7fP6UU_kz195KSXVf

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Song 2 - Fisherman’s Blues

Guitar starts alone as intro for 2 bars. Drumming needs to be bouncy and in time. Strong repetitive bass line either Phil or else single note repeating pattern for Finn. Guitar 1 strumming. Michael on Mandolin for choruses. Jonathan playing electric solo line in choruses. Backing vocals for choruses.

Unfortunately Michael’s Mandolin was broken on day of recording.

Song 2 : Fishermans Blues

Artist : Waterboys

Key : G Major

BPM : 132

Released : 1988

Reference Track : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6cD-0xvgLE

Structure : Intro, V1, Chorus, V2, Chorus, Instrl, V3, Chorus, Instrl/Outro

Chords Used : G, F, Am, C (repeated throughout)

Instrumentation : Vocals, Guitars,Bass,Percussion, Mandolin ?

Arrangement Notes :

Strong introduction with Mandolin, Guitar,Percussion, Flute & Keys

Ease back to allow vocals ring out

All join in on Chorus

All join in on Instrumentals

Music Notation : ** Required for melody line - all parts as repeating **

Performers : Paul - Lead Vocals and Guitar Michael - Mandolin and Vocals Finn ? - Bass Ivan - Percussion Kayleigh / Jhil - Backing Vocals Jonathan - Lead Guitar

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Lyrics :

I wish I was a fisherman (verse 1)

Tumblin' on the seas

Far away from dry land

And it's bitter memories

Sending you my sweet light

With abandonment and love

No ceiling bearin' down on me

Save the starry sky above

With light in my head . (Chorus)

With you in my arms

Oh Oh Oh

Heh Heh heh

I wish I was a brakeman (Verse 2)

On a hurtling diesel train

Crashin head long thru the heartland

Like a cannon in the rain

With the beating of the sleepers

And the burning of the coal

towns flashin by

In a night that's full of soul

(Chorus)

I know I will be loosened (verse 3)

From the bonds that hold me fast

And the chains all around me

Will fall away at last

And on that grand and fateful day

I will take thee in my hand

I will ride on a train

I will be the fisherman

(Chorus)

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1. Ensemble Rehearsal performance of Fisherman’s Blues

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1YNEKjPBwvqFN1gVEJWidJo2eRwWmuN2s

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2. Live Performance of Fisherman’s Blues

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1Usq2zMpFOwa8e3vdu2NLyMN-Z93e_trK

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Song 3 - Sail Away

Very important for big swell intro maybe lots of reverb on guitars and a crash or hi hats on drums. Rest of performance plan as per details below.

Song 3: Sail Away

Artist : David Gray

Key : C Minor (Am Capo 3 for guitars)

BPM : 68

Released : 1998

Reference Track : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oyBnvibWEY

Structure : Intro/Chorus, V1, V2, Chorus, V3, Chorus x 4, Outro/Chorus

Chords Used : Cm, Csus4, Gm, G#, Fm, D#, A#7, Gm7, A#

Guitar Capo 3 : Am, Asus4, Em, C, F, Dm, G7, Em7, G

Arrangement Notes : Guitar(s) can use Capo 3 and play in AM

Play Cm to Gm as Intro and omit Sus chord ?

Whistling at end excluded.

No Strings / violin at intro or Synth

Music Notation : Unnecessary as lyrics below and chords above

Instrumentation : Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Percussion

Performers : Phil - Bass Jonathan - Electric Guitar Paul - Guitar Ivan - Percussion Michael - Lead Vocals / Guitar Gill - Backing Vocals Kayleigh - Backing Vocals Finn - Backing Vocals

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LYRICS : "Sail Away"

Sail away with me, honey (Chorus)

I put my heart in your hands

Sail away with me, honey, now, now, now

Sail away with me

What will be will be

I wanna hold you now, now, now

Crazy skies all wild above me now

Winter howling at my face

And everything I held so dear

Disappeared without a trace

Of all the times I've tasted love

Never knew quite what I had

Little darling, if you hear me now

Never needed you so bad

Spinning 'round inside my head

Sail away with me, honey (Chorus)

I put my heart in your hands

Sail away with me, honey, now, now, now

Sail away with me

What will be will be

I wanna hold you now, now, now

I've been talking drunken gibberish

Falling in and out of bars

Trying to get some explanation here

For the way some people are

How did it ever come so far?

Sail away with me, honey (Chorus)

I put my heart in your hands

Sail away with me, honey, now, now, now

Sail away with me

What will be will be

I wanna hold you now, now, now

Sail away with me, honey (Chorus)

I put my heart in your hands

Sail away with me, honey, now, now

Sail away with me

What will be will be

I wanna hold you now, now, now

Sail away with me, honey (Chorus)

I put my heart in your hands

Your break me up if you pull me down

Sail away with me

What will be will be

I wanna hold you now, now, now

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1. Full Ensemble Performance of Sail Away

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1YDs5Y1Co1XGU5DkBQGTX7cn4eTRFjKNo

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2. Practise performance of Sail Away (no drum or bass)

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1_IUL5TRmZLe8mjXq7FLx-eKAs1yBaGrc

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delectablyburningdefendor-blog · 7 years

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modalert

- The Avatar has revealed to me that some diseases can be cured with the help of color, - told Andrey, - mentally wrap up your patient (or yourself, if treatment is necessary for you) in a certain color. You can also ask for color to surround the patient's body. This is what the avatar told Andres:

• purple light cures cancer and destroys viruses; • white light heals wounds on the body and order modalert in the aura; • light blue light has the same cleaning properties as water; • Golden Bird opens the third eye and helps the body to loosen up and unfold (after purple, white and light blue light cleared it).

About myself, I noticed that all this is the color of angels. Purple light is associated with the archangel Michael, who relieves our body and mind from fear. White is the essence of all angels. The sky-blue color is the color of Archangel Raguel, bringing harmony and faith into our lives. And the golden one correlates with the energy of Christ and the Holy Spirit. Andres's words about the golden color opening the third eye reminded me of the very first, unedited version of the book "Course in Miracles" ("Course of Miracles") *.

* Zlen Shukman, professor of medical psychology at Columbia University, began to hear an inner voice, which at a rapid pace was dedicated to her in the subtleties of some teaching. She decided to take the shorthanded note. So there was the "Course of Miracles" - a book that spawned hundreds of groups of students and followers around the world. See, for example, the publication: A Course in Miracles: Combined Volume (1: Text, II: Workbook for Students, III: Manual for Teachers) by Foundation of Inner Peace. - Note. Ed. ** In the original, the phrase "spiritual sight" was often used; In the printed edition this expression was replaced by the "Holy Spirit". Hence, in this book, too, the Holy Spirit - and hence the golden light - is correlated with spiritual vision, or clairvoyance.

"There is nothing strange in the fact that you can be cured with the help of visualization of light alone," says Andree. "After all, is enlightenment not immersion in the light?" "Light plus love is healing," I added firmly. "Light plus love is equal to healing," I repeated, remembering my daydream and feeling that I was experiencing deja-vu's state. It was scary: Chronis almost literally repeated what the angels told me in a dream. The rest of the evening we talked about life in general; That night, Stephen and I slept perfectly.

Getting to know the island

When we woke up, our eyes opened a magnificent sight: dawn was blazing over the bay-caldera. We decided to go to a small shop in the neighborhood, selling fresh bread, tomatoes ripening right in the store, and paste from olives; kalamata. The morning running up and down the endless steps made us sweat and get hungry. - Cali measure! - Rita, the owner of the store, greeted us. We already knew that in Greek it means "good morning". The Greeks greeted pils so until the sun went down, so this phrase could well be a "good day." At sunset it was necessary to say "Kali spera" - as you guessed it, "good evening". "Thank you" in Greek will be "eucharist". It sounds very similar to the English "a fairy store", and when I told the Greeks about it, they laughed very nicely. Rita was somehow very cozy, at home beautiful. Her graying hair is neatly curled and laid in a high hairstyle, multi-layered garments perfectly fit a magnificent figure. A smile would melt the ice - so much sincere warmth in it. We with great pleasure ate sandwiches from the live - only from the oven - bread, olive paste and sliced tomatoes. With these sandwiches, we had a feast on Santorini every day, and they did not have time to bother us - the food here is delicious. For dinner, I ordered baked mushrooms - the so-called "plevyrotsy." Like other mushrooms, they were fried in a small amount of balsamic vinegar and butter, and before they were removed from the fire, they were seasoned with spices. In all restaurants this dish had the same taste and consistency and looked more like baked meat. Needless to say, our diet contained, perhaps, a bit too much olive oil, but the ubiquitous order modafinil ladder did not leave any hassle about excess weight. It's no wonder that here we finally believed that Mediterranean food - vegetables, fruits and olive oil - contributes to longevity. In 1994, the British medical pathology "Lancet" published the results of studies in patients who underwent myocardial infarction, the state of coronary vessels was improved by seventy-three percent thanks to the Mediterranean diet! In June 2003, a report on the survey of more than twenty-two thousand people appeared in the New England Journal of Medicine. It turned out that those who consumed traditional Mediterranean products lived the longest. Scientists who conducted the research concluded: "A marked reduction in the mortality rate is due to the long-term observance of the Mediterranean IN THE TEMPLE OF HEALING

The sun and walking exhausted us, and we with great pleasure went to sleep. I slept soundly, but it did not stop me from realizing the presence of angels. Now they talked about the healing properties of golden sunlight. "Put your hands under the sun's rays and soak up the light," said the angels. "Then press your hands to your heart to strengthen and awaken the energy of the heart chakra." When I woke up, I went out onto the terrace and put a handful on the sun. I imagined the golden rays flowing into them, and my hands immediately began to tremble-a new life was pouring into me. Then I pressed my warm palms to my heart and felt the gigantic wave overwhelm my soul: my heart opened wide to meet the blessed love. That evening, just before sunset, we went to Scaros - a low mountain, performing in the sea. From Santorina to Skaros leads a narrow path. We thought that from the mountains, the setting sun will be visible as in the palm of your hand. On the path we met American tourists. Flushed and sweaty, they could hardly breathe and warned! us, that the ascent to Skaros is not an easy test. Stephen and I exchanged glances and after a moment's hesitation resolutely continued on their way. In the end, daily two-kilometer runs should in fact somehow justify the efforts expended on them. In addition, the mountain looked incredibly beautiful and tempting: the grassy slopes were entirely covered with flowers, here and there cozy cozy stones were seen. We just had to get up there! Coming closer, we saw that Scaros - it's not just a hill; hillock towering ancient fortress, covered with earth and overgrown with moss! Stephen wanted to get close to her. Capricorn, born in the year of the Goat, he famously jumped from one rocky ledge to another, approaching the entrance to the fortress. I watched him, settling on a smooth flat stone. Then I leaned back ... From the sun-warmed stone, the heat came out, nicely contrasted with the evening cool. The sun is about to touch the sea. Pink, orange, yellow rays lit up the castle and the surrounding mountains. In such a moment it is very easy to believe that this magical land was once called Atlantis. The first mention of Atlantis is found in Plato's dialogues Critias (370 BC) and Timaeus (360 BC). About Atlantis, Plato learned from Critia the Younger, the grandson of the Greek ruler Solon. Critias also heard of her when he was in Egypt (590 BC). Here is what Plato writes in Timaeus: "On this island, called Atlantis, there was a surprisingly large and powerful kingdom, whose power extended to the whole island, to many other islands and to part of the mainland. Moreover, it seized Libya up to Egypt and Europe, up to Tirrenia. And all this cohesive power was thrown at the fact that in one blow to plunge into slavery, and your and our lands, and all countries on this side of the strait. It was then, Solon, your state and showed the whole world a brilliant proof of your valor and strength: all surpassing the firmness of spirit and experience in military affairs, it first to lead the Hellenes, but because of the betrayal of the Allies was left to oneself, alone met the extreme danger and yet overcame the conquerors and erected victorious trophies. Those who were not yet enslaved, it saved from the threat of slavery; all the rest - no matter how much we lived on this side of the Pillars of Hercules - it generously gave freedom. But later, when the time of unprecedented earthquakes and floods came, for one terrible day, all your military power was absorbed by the ground that opened up, and also Atlantis disappeared, plunged into the abyss. After that, the sea in those places became up to this day unpalatable and inaccessible due to the shallowing caused by the huge amount of mud that left the settled island behind. " Here are the lines from Critia: "It is reported that at the head of the latter led the war, bringing it to the very end, our state, and at the head of the first - the kings of the island of Atlantis; as we have already mentioned, it was once an island that exceeded the size of Libya and Asia, now it has failed because of earthquakes (italics mine - D.V.) and turned into an impenetrable mud blocking the way for seafarers who would try to swim away from us into the open sea. " Describing the geographical position of Atlantis, Plato mentions Athens and Libya - that is, the Mediterranean and the Middle East. I imagined lands that included Greece, Turkey, Italy, as well as Egypt and North Africa. Can it not be that Santorini, Crete and other Greek islands - and there is nothing else than Atlantis of Plato? The question of the location of Atlantis is ambiguous. Professors and clergymen, who admit the probability that Atlantis really existed, were divided in opinions. Some consider Atlantis Santorini, others - Indonesia, the Bahamas. Bermuda Triangle, British Isles or Mexico. If the words of Plato (or modern mystics, such as Edgar Cayce, Ruth Montgomery and Dolores Cannon) are carefully analyzed.

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bccoalition · 8 years

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What You Can (and Should) Do about the Dakota Access Pipeline

From YES Magazine:

The Dakota Access pipeline is funded directly by 17 banks, many of which—Citibank, Wells Fargo—are ones you’ve probably heard of or do business with.

Banks are more susceptible to public pressure than the oil and gas giants.

Researchers with the nonprofit Food & Water Watch found that 38 banking institutions are involved in funding the proposed Bakken pipeline, which would stretch from Canada to the Gulf of Mexico. A section of this project is the Dakota Access pipeline, where the Standing Rock Sioux and thousands of allies have physically put themselves in the path of the pipeline to protect their reservation and a stretch of the Missouri River.

Bill McKibben, founder of 350.org, recently wrote an article for YES! suggesting that banks are more susceptible to public pressure than the oil and gas giants, which depend on bank loans and lines of credit to build their pipelines. “It’s probably sustained public pressure that will do the most good,” he wrote.

Wondering what to say to a bank executive?Food & Water Watch researcher Hugh MacMillan: “Ask these banks to clarify whether funds they are providing are being used, in any amount, to pay for the heavily militarized response to the Standing Rock Sioux, including the attack dogs, sound-cannon trucks, heavily armed officers.”

“People should also ask these institutions why they are sinking so much money into maximizing the amounts of oil and gas that can be brought to the surface and burned at a time when climate science is clear we have to maximize what we keep in the ground instead,” said MacMillan.

Wells Fargo*

CEO Timothy J. Sloan [email protected] [email protected] 866-249-3302

Corporate Office: Wells Fargo 420 Montgomery Street San Francisco, CA 94104

BNP Paribas*

CEO Jean-Laurent Bonnafe [email protected]

Corporate Office: 3 rue d’Antin 75002 Paris, France 00-33-157-082-200

U.S. Office: 787 Seventh Avenue - The Equitable Tower New York, NY 10019 212-841-3000

SunTrust*

CEO William H. Rodgers Jr.

Corporate Office: 303 Peachtree Street NE Atlanta, GA 30308 800-786-8787

Chief Communications Officer: Sue Mallino 404-813-0463 [email protected]

The Bank of Tokyo-Mitsubishi UFJ*

Chairman Nobuyuki Hirano

CEO and President Takashi Oyamada

Corporate Office: 2-7-1, Marunouchi, Chiyoda-ku Tokyo, Japan 81-3-3240-8111

U.S. Office: 1251 Avenue of the Americas New York, NY 10020-1104 212-782-4000

Mizuho Bank*

President and CEO Nobuhide Hayashi

Corporate Office: Otemachi Tower 1-5-5, Otemachi, Chiyoda-ku Tokyo 100-8176, Japan 81-3-3214-1111

U.S. Office: 1251 Avenue of the Americas New York, NY 10020 212-282-3000

Citibank (CitiGroup)*

CEO Michael Corbat [email protected] 212-793-1201

Corporate Office: 388 Greenwich Street New York, NY 10013 Phone: 800-285-3000 and 212-793-0710

TD Securities*

Chairman, CEO, and President Bob Dorrance

Corporate Office: P.O. Box 1, TD Bank Tower 66 Wellington Street W Toronto, Ontario M5K 1A2

Investment Banking: 416-307-8500 Equity Research: 416-307-9360 Trading Floor Enquiries: 416-944-6978

U.S. Office: 31 West 52nd Street New York, NY 10019-6101 212-827-7000

Credit Agricole*

CEO Jean-Paul Chifflet

Office: 12, Place des Etats-Unis Montrouge, France 92545 33-1-43-23-52-02

U.S. Office: 1301 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10019 [email protected]

Intesa SanPaolo*

CEO Carlo Messina

Corporate Office: Piazza San Carlo, 156 10121 Torino, Italy 39-011-555-1

Corporate Social Responsibility Unit: 39-02-8796-3435 [email protected] [email protected]

ING Bank*

CEO and Executive Board Chairman Ralph A.J.G Hamers

Wholesale Banking, Operations & IT, Sustainability, Corporate Governance: Carolien van der Giessen [email protected] 31-20-576-63-86

Head of Media Relations: Raymond Vermuelen [email protected] 31-20-576-63-69

Corporate Office: Amsterdamse Poort Bijlmerplein 888 1102 MG Amsterdam The Netherlands 31-20-5639111

Mailing Address: ING Bank N.V. P.O. Box 1800 1000 BV Amsterdam The Netherlands

U.S. Office: ING Financial Holdings LLC 1325 Avenue of the Americas New York, NY 10019 646-424-6000

Natixis*

CEO Pierre Servant

Corporate Office: Natixis Global Asset Management, S.A. 21 quai d’Austerlitz 75634 Paris Cedex 13, France 33-1-78-40-90-00

U.S. Office: Natixis Global Asset Management, L.P. 399 Boylston Street Boston, MA 617-449-2100

BayernLB*

CEO Johannes-Jorg Riegler

Head of Communications: Matthias Priwitzer [email protected] 49-89-2171-21255

Corporate Office: Brienner Straße 18 80333 Munich 49-89-2171-27176

U.S. Office: 560 Lexington Avenue New York City, NY 10022 212-310-9800

BBVA Securities*

CEO Carlos Torres Villa

Executive Chairman Francisco Gonzalez Rodriguez

Corporate Office: Calle Azul, 4 28050 Madrid, Spain

34-902-22-44-66

DNB Capital*

U.S. office: 200 Park Avenue, 31st Floor New York, N.Y. 10166-0396 212-681-3800

ICBC London*

CEO and Managing Director Jin Chen

Corporate Office: 20 Gresham Street London EC2V 7JE, United Kingdom 44-203-145-5000

U.S. Office: 520 Madison Avenue 28th Floor New York, NY 10022 212-407-5000

SMBC Nikko Securities*

President and CEO Yoshihiko Shimizu

Corporate Office: 3-1, Marunouchi 3-chome, Chiyoda-ku Tokyo 100-8325, Japan 81-3-5644-3111

Societe General*

CEO Frederic Oudea https://www.linkedin.com/in/fredericoudea

Email: [email protected]

Phone: 33-1-41-45-9825 (Paris number)

Chairman of the Board Lorenzo Bini Smaghi

Email: [email protected]

Phone: 33-14-21-30941 (Paris number)

Corporate Office: 29 boulevard Haussmann 75009 Paris, France 2.0@societegenerale 33-1-42-14-20-00

U.S. Office: 245 Park Avenue New York City, NY 10167 212-278-6000

The following banks are involved in funding for the entire Bakken pipeline:

Royal Bank of Scotland

CEO Ross McEwan [email protected]

Director of Media Relations: Chris Turner 44-20-7672-4515

Corporate Office: Gogarburn 175 Glasgow Road Edinburgh, United Kingdom 44-131-626-3263

U.S. Office: 600 Washington Boulevard Stamford, CT 06901 203-897-2700

ABN Amro Capital

Chairman of the Board Gerrit Zalm

Corporate Office: ABN AMRO Bank N.V. Gustav Mahlerlaan 10 1082 PP Amsterdam The Netherlands 31-10-241-17-23

U.S. Office: 100 Park Avenue, 17th floor New York, NY 10017 917-284-6800

Bank of Nova Scotia (Scotiabank)

CEO and President Brian J. Porter

Corporate Office: Scotia Plaza 44 King Street W Toronto, Ontario Canada M5H 1H1 416-866-6161 [email protected]

U.S. Office: 250 Vesey Street, 23rd and 24th floors New York, NY 10281 212-225-5000

Scotia Howard Weil (“Energy Investment Boutique”): Energy Centre 1100 Poydras Street Suite 3500 New Orleans, LA 70163 504-582-2500 and 800-322-3005 [email protected]

Citizens Bank

Chairman and CEO Bruce Van Saun

Head of Media Relations: Peter Lucht [email protected] 781-655-2289

Consumer Lending, Business Banking, Wealth Management, Corporate: Lauren DiGeronimo [email protected] 781-471-1454

Corporate Office: 1 Citizens Plaza Providence, RI 02903 401-456-7000

Comerica Bank

Chairman and CEO Ralph W. Babb Jr.

Investor Relations: 214-462-6831

Corporate Contacts: Wendy Bridges [email protected] 214-462-4443

Wayne Mielke [email protected] 214-462-4463

Corporate Office: Comerica Bank Tower 1717 Main Street Dallas, TX 75201 800-521-1190

U.S. Bank

Chairman and CEO Richard K. Davis [email protected]

Senior Vice President of Corporate Communications Dana Ripley [email protected] 612-303-3167

Brand, Corporate Social Responsibility, Sponsorships: Susan Beatty [email protected] 612-303-9229

Corporate Office: U.S. Bancorp Center 800 Nicollet Mall Minneapolis, MN 55402 800-685-5065 and 651-466-3000

PNC Bank

Chairman, President, and CEO William S. Demchak

Media Relations: Fred Solomon [email protected] 412-762-4550

Investor Relations: Bryan K. Gill [email protected] 412-768-4143

Corporate Office: 300 Fifth Avenue The Tower at PNC Plaza Pittsburgh, PA 15222 412-762-2000

Barclays

Chairman John McFarlane [email protected] CEO Jes Staley

Corporate Office: Barclays Bank PLC 1 Churchill Place London E14 5HP, United Kingdom 44-20-7116-1000

U.S. Office: Barclays 745 7th Avenue New York, NY 10019 212-526-7000

Press Office: 212-526-7000 [email protected]

JPMorgan Chase

Chairman and CEO Jamie Dimon [email protected] 212-270-1111

Corporate Contacts: Andrew Gray [email protected]

Jennifer Lavoie [email protected]

Brian Marchiony [email protected]

Corporate Office: 270 Park Avenue New York, NY 10017-2014

Bank of America

President, CEO, and Chairman Brian Moynihan

[email protected]

Executive Relations, Office of the CEO: Matthew Task 813-805-4873

Corporate Office: 100 N Tryon Street Charlotte, NC 28255

Deutsche Bank

CEO John Cryan

Corporate Contact: Renee Calabro [email protected] 212-250-5525

Corporate Address: Deutsche Bank AG Taunusanlage 12 60325 Frankfurt Am Main (for letters and postcards: 60262) Germany 49-69-910-00

U.S. Office: Deutsche Bank AG 60 Wall Street New York, NY 10005 212-250-7171

Compass Bank

Chairman and CEO Manolo Sanchez

Director of External Communications: Christina Anderson [email protected]

Communications: Al Ortiz [email protected] 281-433-5640

Corporate Office: 15 S 20th Street Birmingham, AL 35233 205-297-1986

Credit Suisse

CEO Tidjane Thiam

Board Chairman Urs Rohner

Suisse Banking Ombudsman: Bahnhofplatz 9 P.O. Box 1818 CH 8021 Zurich, Switzerland 41-43-266-14-14

Corporate Office: Uetlibergstrasse 231 P.O. Box 700 CH 8070 Zurich, Switzerland 41-44-333-11-11

U.S. Office: 650 California Street San Francisco, CA 94108 Phone: 415-249-2100

DNB Capital/ASA

CEO Rune Bjerke https://www.linkedin.com/in/rune-bjerke-04714639

Chairwoman of the Board Anne Carine Tanum 47-915-04800

Executive Vice President Communications Even Westerveld 47-400-16-744

Corporate Address: Dronning Eufemias Gate 30 0191 Oslo, Norway

Sumitomo Mitsui Bank

President and CEO Takeshi Kunibe

Corporate Office: 1-1-2, Marunouchi, Chiyoda-ku Tokyo, Japan 81-3-3282-8111

U.S. Office: 277 Park Avenue New York, NY 10172 212-224-4000

Royal Bank of Canada

CEO David I. McKay

CEO and Board Communications: Paul French [email protected] 416-974-3718

Corporate Media Relations: Catherine Hudon [email protected] 416-974-5506

Corporate Address: 200 Bay Street P.O. Box 1 Royal Bank Plaza Toronto, Canada 416-974-5151 and 416-842-2000

UBS

CEO Sergio Ermotti

https://www.linkedin.com/in/sergiopermotti

Head Group External Communications: Mark Hengel [email protected] Phone: 41-44-234-32-21

Chief Communication Officer-Americas: Marsha Askins [email protected] 212-713-6151 office and 917-226-4743 cell

Corporate Office: Bahnhofstrasse 45, CH-8098 8001 Zurich, Switzerland 41-44-234-11-11

U.S. Office: 1285 Avenue of the Americas New York, NY 10019 212-713-2000

Goldman Sachs

Chairman and CEO Lloyd C. Blankfein [email protected] 917-743-0939 and 212-902-0593

Media Contacts Americas: 212-902-5400

Corporate Address: Goldman, Sachs & Co. 200 West Street New York, NY 10282 212-902-1000

Morgan Stanley

CEO James P. Gorman [email protected] 212-761-4000

Corporate Office: Morgan Stanley 1585 Broadway New York, NY 10036 212-761-4000

Origin Bank (formerly Community Trust)

Chairman, President, and CEO Drake Mills https://www.linkedin.com/in/drake-mills-554a3a20 www.ctbonline.com 318-768-3048

Corporate Office: 3921 Elm St. Choudrant, LA 71227

HSBC Bank

Chairman Douglas Flint

Group Chief Executive Stuart Gulliver [email protected]

Corporate Address: 8 Canada Square London E14 5HQ, United Kingdom 44-20-7991-8888

U.S. Office: HSBC Headquarters 425 5th Avenue New York, NY 10018 212-525-5600

Head of Media Relations, HSBC USA: Rob Sherman 212-525-6901

The information compiled here is from the latest information from Food & Water Watch research, Bloomberg data, and contact information reported by the banks. If there are corrections or additions that we should consider, please let us know. This information will be updated as needed.

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