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houseofhurricane · 3 years ago

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to a nightingale: chapter two

Summary: Gwyn Berdara, an up-and-coming reporter at the House of Wind, is given an assignment most journalists would kill for: exclusive access to the Bat Boys as they tour to promote their new album. The only problem? She's met Azriel before, on the worst night of her life. Though he saved her then, he knows too many of her secrets. Gwyn knows she should keep her distance, but there's an undeniable spark between them that threatens to set fire to the life she's carefully constructed. And maybe, deep down, that's exactly what she wants.

Chapter Word Count: 3,974

Warnings: This chapter contains references to past assault. In addition, this fic contains gun violence and mature consensual sexual situations.

Art: @carol-pisarro

All chapters are available on Archive of Our Own and Wattpad. All previous chapters are linked here.

Though Azriel insists on walking Gwyn to her apartment, and gives her a quick hug before she crosses the threshold, her photo doesn’t make it on the internet or any gossip magazine. Instead, by morning, the headlines are filled with raves about the new Bat Boys album, Twitter going wild to figure out each reference to Feyre and Nesta, though the real focus has become the identity of the Nightingale, a project that has already racked up a million Tweets and at least a dozen memes, though Gwyn performs this count before she has her coffee. Clotho calls to give her the morning off to celebrate and pack, and Gwyn spends most of that time hovering between her phone and her suitcase. She selects and discards a half-dozen outfits before throwing clothes in and hoping for the best.

By the time Gwyn makes it to the House of Wind offices, dragging her suitcase behind her, Twitter has decided that Elain, the middle Archeron sister, must be the Nightingale. #ThreeBrothersThreeSisters is trending, and there are photostories connecting a necklace that Azriel sings about with a pendant Elain sometimes wears around her neck, a rose with opal petals that refract the light into rainbows.

Clotho’s in the middle of a conference call with a potential investor, but waves Gwyn into her office, pulling up Twitter on her phone.

Write about the Nightingale, she mouths, and Gwyn’s stomach sinks. Because she can’t lie, but she’s afraid to tell the truth.

She falls into her favorite chair at one of the long communal tables where staffers work and fills the next hours researching and trying to calm her swirling thoughts. In the end, she’s surprised with how much she likes the piece, which shows why Elain is unlikely to be the Nightingale, how at minimum, her golden-brown hair and deep brown eyes do not match the description in the lyrics. She makes a plea to allow artists to enjoy a little mystery, to enjoy the story without trying to pin it to real life.

She ends with a question: Don’t we all want to imagine we’re the Nightingale?

When she emails the file to Merrill, an urgent editorial request blessed by Clotho, she dreads the scrutiny of their brilliant and fearsome senior editor.

“You actually put some thought into this, Berdara,” Merrill writes back within the hour, “I thought this would be a puff piece I’d have to deflate, but you’ve done pretty well. Not sure about the last question, though. Might raise questions about your objectivity. My other notes on the doc in red.”

The edits aren’t as bad as Gwyn had worried they would be, and she files the piece two hours later, with plenty of time to head to grab a quick dinner before watching The Bat Boys’ first show of the tour. She even has a few minutes to arrange her favorite pens alongside her notebook and recorder before she leaves for the arena.

Around her, the office is filled with the sound of fingers clacking on keyboards. Clotho gives her a little wave, and Gwyn wonders why it feels so final, leaving the House of Wind like this. She’ll be back soon, she reminds herself, the same person she is right now.

There’s a moment in between their last moments backstage and the first chord when the Bat Boys transform. Gwyn has seen it before with other bands, but the transformation is more profound. Rhys gives Feyre a last kiss, Cassian wraps his arms around Nesta, Azriel checks the tuning on his bass one last time, and when they turn to the stage, they’re larger than life, some kind of magic blazing in their eyes.

The screaming audience goes silent as they begin Your Starlight Eyes with no preamble, and Gwyn wishes for a second that she could just let herself be swept away by the music, those three voices in harmony.

Then she catches a glimpse of Feyre’s shining eyes, mouthing the words, and she finds her angle.

When the song ends, she passes Feyre a note asking for an interview, and Feyre gives her a smiling nod in the midst of her clapping and cheers. Gwyn feels a little tug on her denim jacket.

“She’s always like this about Rhys,” Nesta Archeron says, the eyeroll easily audible even over the continued cheering. “You get used to it after a while.”

Caught between awe at the person who got her this gig and the truth, Gwyn falls back on her training. “I think it’s sweet,” she whispers. “It’s her song, too.”

“She’s a better writer than she gives herself credit for,” Nesta says, her face softening a little, though the sharp lines of her face remain, exquisite and a little terrifying. She wears her hair in her trademark coronet of braids and the effect is majestic.

“I’m surprised you didn’t contribute a song.” She considers reaching for her notebook, even as Rhys begins to pick out the notes of the next song, one of their older hits, but guesses that it will only make Nesta warier.

“I’m a reader, not a writer. That’s on the record, if you want it.” When Nesta winks, the gesture reminds Gwyn so much of Cassian that she can’t bite back her laugh.

She opens her mouth but Nesta speaks before she can answer the question.

“Elain isn’t the Nightingale,” she says with a smirk. As if she knows more than she lets on. “She’s living with her boyfriend in DC. He’s the one that gave her that rose necklace after years of pining. She texted me to say she can give you a quote if you want it.”

“I think I’ve shut that down as much as I can.”

“You know people will only keep looking.” Again that too-knowing tone.

“Everyone gets tired of searching eventually.” At least that’s what she tells herself. And maybe she’s imagining it, but she swears that Nesta’s expression softens just the slightest bit.

Before she can be certain, the music swells, and Nesta turns back to the stage, as focused as Feyre, and Gwyn keeps trying to capture the concert via broken phrases in her notebook, carried away entirely from the conversation, the logistics of her life.

She finds herself wishing she could twine her own voice around the songs. There’s nothing missing in the melodies or the harmonies, even the arrangements, which are filled out occasionally by local musicians, some of whom she recognizes with delight. But Gwyn can feel an empty part of her heart as the music rises around her, one that she doesn’t want to admit isn’t filled even by her most incisive articles or well-turned phrases.

Still, she lingers in the shadows, writing and listening and watching, a spy of sorts for the House of Wind, in search of whatever secrets might be offered up.

Gwyn didn’t try to get Azriel’s attention before the concert, but he aims directly at her once it’s over, his bass slung over his shoulder.

“How was it?” His voice is a little hoarse, a little too loud from all the sound that’s passed through him over the last two hours, but she can tell that it’s a real question. And Nesta and Feyre are too busy kissing the other Bat Boys for anyone to notice her, so Gwyn lets herself beam at him, shows him she’s more than a little starstruck.

“The album is a masterpiece but it’s better in person.”

“I was a little off on Ocean Eyes.”

She shakes her head, though of course she didn’t miss the crack in his voice. Wondered if she might have anything to do with it, there in the backstage shadows. Wondered if she was thinking too much of herself.

“It only added to the effect, Shadowsinger.”

At the nickname on her lips, he gives her a crooked smile and his hand reaches out. He curls his fingers around her elbow, and she can feel the heat of his grip even through the denim.

“Want to talk about it more in a bit?”

The image in her mind is this: a dark corner, Azriel’s body over hers, his breath thick in her ears as he rucks up her camisole, frantic to get his hands on her skin. Nightingale, he calls her in the safety of her mind.

Part of her is relieved that she can want again, can imagine his lips and fingers on her body and only feel a deep and coiling need. But the other part of her reminds her that she’s built this whole new life. All it would take is one shitty iPhone selfie at just the right angle and her fledgling career will vanish.

He sees her hesitation. Gwyn can see it in the way his posture shifts, in the way his face becomes a little more pleasant while his eyes go just a bit dull.

“I have to put the bass away, greet some fans. But after, Rhys and Cassian and I always have one glass of whisky together. We’ve expanded the circle a bit recently. You’d fit right in, I think.”

“I’d like that,” she says, her head nodding along, a gesture he mimics with a little smile, like they’re making an inside joke together.

“Then I’ll text you the name of the bar,” he says, before disappearing into the shadows.

Gwyn is wondering how the three of them have preserved this tradition without attracting the media’s notice, realizing she should write about it and also that she doesn’t want to, when she hears graceful footsteps behind her. A dancer’s walk.

“What’s your secret, Berdara? I’ve never seen Az invite anybody to post-show drinks,” Nesta says. Her slender arms are crossed over her chest, her flawless porcelain skin doing nothing to make her less dangerous.

Gwyn smothers a gasp, reminds herself that she’s done nothing wrong. Not yet.

Still, she selects her lie carefully when she says, “Right place, right time.”

Nesta gives a little snort and waves her further backstage, where the band and Feyre have already disappeared.

Gwyn steels herself, then asks the question she really wants Nesta to answer: “How did you find my writing?”

“My assistant was a fan, and insisted I check you out,” Nesta says, and then, softer, the admission of what Gwyn suspected during the concert: “Your writing is good but your singing is better.”

“How did you find me?” Gwyn’s words are barely a breath, caught in her throat. Despite bracing herself, she still feels caught.

“YouTube.” Nesta shrugs, her eyes intent on Gwyn’s face but not unkind. “Your secret is safe with me, but you’ve done a shitty job of hiding, if that’s what you want. Are you in danger?”

Gwyn shakes her head, swallowing the lie the way she always does. Because despite her best efforts otherwise, those men are still free. But maybe it’s Nesta’s silver-blue gaze that makes the rest slip out of her.

“I wanted -- I needed a new life. Something happened. A lot of things. I stopped knowing how to be the person I was before. It was easier to make myself someone else.” She thinks, rueful, that her therapist would be proud of this stammering little speech. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t,” Nesta says, holding out her hand. “For the record, you’re a talented journalist. But when I heard you sing, that was a gift.”

“The audio quality must have been shit,” Gwyn says, eyeing Nesta’s outstretched hand.

“Some of the worst I’ve ever heard,” Nesta agrees, and then Gwyn can’t help it, she squeezes Nesta Archeron’s hand in both of hers, not caring that her notebook and pencil scatter on the ground.

Aside from Azriel, no one has really seen her in a while.

The Bat Boys have reserved a small private terrace at the top of Andromeda, a chic little bar a short walk from the stadium. Above them, the stars blanket the deep expanse of the sky, and their table is covered with handles, making the cool night a little cozier. At first she’s quiet, not wanting to move towards Azriel, to think through what it might mean, and takes tiny sips of her wine while Cassian teases Rhys for a part of their between-song banter, Azriel playing referee while Feyre and Mor laugh over their drinks.

“Hello, new girl,” a woman whispers, and Gwyn looks into golden uptilted eyes, “I’m Emerie.”

“Should I call you old girl?” Gwyn asks, and Emerie breaks into a bright smile. She’s beautiful, Gwyn thinks, her russet-brown skin gleaming even in the night, set off by a perfectly tailored white blouse.

“I think Mor would approve of that,” she says, flashing her left hand, where a diamond sparkles on her ring finger. “She and Nesta said I should meet you. They said you’d probably be willing to talk books. Do you read romance?”

“Not recently,” Gwyn says, expecting Emerie’s face to fall, to have to explain that she hasn’t wanted to think about the possibility of romance for a few years. Gwyn can already hear the halting words in her mind, but Emerie only pulls her phone out and cheerfully makes half a dozen recommendations, telling Gwyn that she’ll definitely love this slow burn romance, that she’ll be screaming at the characters to finally kiss before she’s read the first hundred pages.

For some reason, that description makes her think of Azriel, who’s smirking at something that Cassian said, then looks up and meets her eyes. She feels the impact of that glance inside her body, pressing against her chest, making something curl deep in her belly.

He mouths something like how are you?

Gwyn sends him a smile, mouths better now with a little wink, but just as he’s making to rise, Nesta comes over and joins the conversation with Emerie, asking Emerie about her work. It comes out that she owns shops all over the West, hiring women who are looking to remake their lives, paying them generously and teaching them everything she can. She talks a little about working as a buyer for one of the big department stores, how she wanted a place that felt like home. She sells books and clothes and home goods, she says, but when she added a little cafe, with snacks and coffee, her concept really took off. Now her customers linger and make purchases and often help Emerie’s employees find new jobs when they’re ready for the wider world.

Gwyn thinks of Clotho, not as her boss but as the person who gave her a new life. She smiles easily, trying to keep her questions soft and light. Right now, she’s an interested party, not a journalist. She sips her wine and accepts a refill when it’s offered for the first time in a long time.

Something settles in her, talking to Nesta and Emerie. It’s been a long time since she had really close friends, maybe not since Catrin died, but even though she hasn’t known either of them before today, it’s so easy to talk to the two women who sit on either side of her.

Nesta is sharp but funny, and it’s clear that behind her tough exterior, she cares more than anybody, that she remembers the names of many of the women in Emerie’s employ despite only meeting them once. She talks about her editors and authors with pride, and when she promises Emerie a stack of advance copies, Emerie squeals loudly enough that everyone turns to look at them.

Emerie is warm but blunt, the kind of person who Gwyn could imagine going shopping with, who would tell her without hesitation that her dress or blouse didn’t suit. Whenever the conversation turns to novels, there’s a giggle in her voice, an excitement that grows as she and Nesta talk about their favorite authors, when they promise to send Gwyn books they’re both certain she’ll love.

They talk for long enough that Gwyn’s voice becomes a rasp in her throat, and soon after, Emerie and Nesta leave with Mor and Cassian, and it’s only Azriel and Gwyn at the long table, the mountains rising beyond them in the darkness, the stars overhead.

“Good night so far?” she asks, her fingers splayed on the wrought iron table.

“I wish we could’ve talked more,” he says, his hazel eyes intent on hers, like he’s trying to figure out what she’s thinking. “But I liked hearing you laugh.”

“Nesta and Emerie are incredible. Everything about tonight has been. It’s surreal to me that I had your poster on my wall in high school and now I’m drinking with you. Though I guess you probably hear that all the time.”

“I’m only trying to figure out where you got the poster. The first one only came out three years ago, and I know this for a fact because Cassian bought enough to wallpaper our bus with them.”

“That must have been horrifying.”

“I can tell you’re trying to keep from telling me where your contraband poster came from, Berdara.” His little smirk nearly undoes her.

“Well, Shadowsinger, if you must know, right after your first album came out, I spent an embarrassing amount of money at Kinko’s getting a photo of you resized for my wall and for my locker.” She’d committed to telling the story, but her cheeks are hot by the time she finishes.

“And did you and the poster get up to anything interesting?”

They definitely had, but Gwyn only takes one last sip of her wine and murmurs, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He smiles at her, bright and open, and says, “I could convince you to tell me, but I’ll forget all about your high school obsession if you’ll sing for me.”

Gwyn stares at him, sucking in a breath. She’s barely hummed to herself for the past three years.

“It’s complicated,” she says, after a long moment, twiddling the empty wine glass between her fingers. His hands move, gently, to cover hers, stilling her. She can feel each scar, each callus, the story of his life marked on his body.

“I saw your face during the concert. You looked sad, and… I think the best word is hungry. Like you wanted to be there. And I don’t think it was about the crowd or the fame or any of that bullshit. I think you wanted to be inside the music.”

She takes a deep breath. Because after last night, she trusts him with this information. And he was the one who saved her from so much worse.

“Those men at the bar? They’d been in the audience for weeks.” She closes her eyes, trying to still her mind. “I thought I finally had fans. But they were only waiting. Until I was alone and happy and drunk enough to let my guard down and follow them into that alley.” Her voice is ragged and his hands are tight around hers. She can feel his pulse in his fingers.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you.” There’s a promise in his voice, equal parts kind and wrathful. She can tell that Azriel means it. “And I won’t make you tell me whatever you did with that poster. But if you would sing for me, Gwyn, I would be honored.”

Her eyes are still closed tight when she takes in a breath and lets out the first words of Le Vie en Rose, her voice a little rasping from all the talking and the wine, but it suits the song, the way she likes it best, dreamy and more than a little despairing, the way Piaf would sing it in some Paris nightclub. She tries not to think about how romantic the lyrics are, the fact that she’s writing about the man sitting across the table from her while she sings about if you give your soul to me.

But despite all of it, Gwyn’s heart thrums in her chest as the music unspools from her. It’s not the same rush as singing her own songs, but she feels joyful and honored, using her gift, being trusted with these beautiful words, the melody with its loops and whirls. This is how she used to feel, in the perfect center of the music.

Halfway through, she opens her eyes and he’s looking right at her, like he’s trying to absorb everything about this moment. She has to close her eyes again, take a quick breath to steady herself, syncopating the phrase more than she’d originally intended.

When she finishes, the silence is laden.

In that moment, it occurs to Gwyn that she’s just closed her eyes and sung for a literal rockstar. How foolish that is. How arrogant, to think that she could offer him her voice, when she hasn’t sung in years.

Then Azriel is clapping, cupping his hands and mimicking the roar of an enormous crowd.

Gwyn has read every single interview he’s ever done and watched hours of his concerts, and she’s never heard him make such a fool of himself.

She opens her eyes, and the Shadowsinger himself is beaming at her, his perfect smile at full wattage. Goofy, even.

“You’re fucking incredible. Sometimes I thought I’d imagined your voice. But it’s real.” His words are in his smile, in his eyes. He’s not lying.

“I want to kiss you,” she says. She’s not thinking, only feeling the residue of the music in her body, the golden weight of Azriel’s hazel eyes on her, the brilliance of that smile and what it does to his perfect face.

She barely blinks and he’s moved around the table, taken her hands and pulled her to standing.

“You’re sure?” Azriel is so close that Gwyn can feel his breath on her lips, warm and faintly tinged with whisky.

“Yes.”

His lips are on hers, soft enough that she could move away if she wanted. But Gwyn only moves closer, toward his warmth, toward his mouth, memorizing the shape of his lips against her own. His hands span her waist, a gesture that makes her feel delicate and strong and safe all at once. She can almost feel all her fears melting away as she curls her fingers in his hair, inhales his scent of cedar and petrichor.

He licks the seam of her lips and she opens to him, savoring the taste of his mouth, the feeling of him. A little sigh escapes her throat.

He moves away from her, half a step. Even so, the night air between them feels too cold.

“You’re all right?”

She nods, then says, “I haven’t kissed anyone in more than three years. Haven’t wanted to. But I want you to know, before everything happened that night, I already wanted this to happen. Hoped that after I sang, we might get a drink and-- that something like this might happen.”

She blushes and her eyes fill with tears, saying it. The fantasy is stupid and frankly embarrassing, but it’s so much better than what actually happened, the terrible way she’d ended up in Azriel’s arms, sobbing with pain and terror and cold.

He presses a kiss to her forehead, pulling her close against his body.

“I’m glad you waited for me,” he says.

His phone begins to vibrate and when she checks her own, she realizes it’s past midnight, that they were supposed to be on the bus long ago, headed for Phoenix.

“Cassian says they’ll only hold the bus for us if we run.”

“Remind me why you all take a bus instead of flying?” she asks as he leads her towards the door, his hand still at her waist even at their speeding pace.

“Because the bus waited until I got to kiss you,” Azriel says, and she follows him down the stairs and into the waiting night.

Notes: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I loved writing the scene where Gwyn sings for Azriel, as well as the scene where she's watching the concert and wishing she was inside it.

A few more notes:

- Sorry not sorry, #threebrothersthreesisters is now dead and buried in this AU. - The scene where Emerie approaches Gwyn to talk about books at a bar is definitely based on personal experience, with many thanks to the people who inspired it 🧡

See you next Thursday for chapter three and the aftermath of that kiss! In the meantime, you can follow me on Instagram at house.of.hurricane for a sneak peek, more Gwynriel content, and lots of theories.

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crossroadsofchaos · 4 years ago

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Full list of characters I already showed/mentioned on this blog:

Russell Jester (they/he/ey)

Shelby Jester (she/her; Russell's sister)

Florián Blanco (he/him)

Emmy Pushman (she/they)

Miss Judith Marble (she/her; Emmy's grandaunt)

Miss Berenice O'Donnell (she/her)

Molly Pushman (she/her; Emmy's mother)

Jason Pushman (he/him; Emmy's father)

Jeffrey Harris (he/him)

Connie Harris (she/her; Jeff's wife)

Cassie Harris (she/her; Jeff and Connie's daughter)

Jeremy Harris (he/him; Jeff's brother)

Caroline Smith (she/her)

Wendy Smith (she/they; Carol's younger sister)

Ivyanne Walker (she/her)

Naomi Watanabe (she/they; Ivy's housemate)

Amber Lee Barnes (she/he)

Jasper Landon (he/him; Amber's cousin)

Professor Diana Anisimov (she/they)

Beverly Bennett (he/him; Diana's housemate)

Johann Johnston (he/they; talk show/podcast host)

Opal Johnston (she/her; Johann's sister)

Alan Romanov-Dreamer (he/they)

Wilbert Raven (he/him; Alan's husband)

Jesse Romanov-Dreamer (he/him; Alan and Will's son)

Adrian Romanov-Dreamer (he/him; Alan's brother)

Benny Williams (he/they; Adrian's husband)

Joey Romanov-Dreamer (he/they; Alan's brother)

Bertram Prescott (he/him; Joey's husband)

Grant Cooper (he/him; Joey and Bert's adopted son)

Abby Meyer (she/her; Grant's aunt)

Angelo Romero (he/him; Grant's boyfriend)

Christopher "Curly" Prescott (he/him; Bert's brother)

Daisy Brooks (she/her; Chris's wife)

Alice Prescott (she/her; Chris and Daisy's daughter)

Albert Prescott (he/they; Bert's brother)

Vivian Liang (they/she; Albert's partner/girlfriend)

Pamela Liang (she/her; Vivi's half-sister)

Jonny Richards (he/they)

Chase Bowman (he/they)

Laney Meadows (she/her)

Neil Kim-Bates (he/him)

Detective Monroe González (he/they/she)

Oscar "Ozzie" Anderson (he/him; Monroe's ex)

Jordan Tae (they/he/she)

Cody Murphy (he/him)

Timothy Cohen (he/they)

Dmitri Isayev (he/she)

(Idk, I just felt like making a list. If you wanna ask about any of them, just use their first name, you don't have to say their last name)

#old post tag

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somanyjacks · 5 years ago

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10 Songs

I was tagged by @opal-bee and @dafan7711 to list 10 songs you’ve been listening to a lot lately, then tag 10 people you love. Thanks for the tags!

I went with a theme.

1. Sister Winter, Sufjan Stevens. Look, the guy has written like 1000000 Christmas songs. I’m bound to like at least a few of them. And then listen to them obsessively for 3 weeks a year. This one is basically Seasonal Affective Disorder, The Musical.

2. Star of Wonder, also Sufjan Stevens. You’d think by the title this one is religious, but it’s not, or at least, not explicitly so. Also it quotes Bukowski, which is a bold choice for a Christmas song?

3. I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm, as sung by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. Classic!

4. Sweetest Dreams Be Thine, Theodore Bikel. My favorite Christmas song of all time, sung by a devout Jew best known for his roles as Tevye from Fiddler on the Roof and/or Worf’s (human) father on Star Trek: The Next Generation. I love that the lyrics are basically, huh, I wonder what’s up with this baby, why’s everyone making such a big deal? Well I hope he sleeps through the night so his mom can get some rest. (I’m paraphrasing.)

5. The entire Vince Guaraldi Charlie Brown Christmas Special soundtrack, on loop.

6. The entire Persona 5 soundtrack, also on loop, for when I’ve had enough holiday music

7. Jupiter Winter, Sufjan Stevens. This one is actually About Christmas!

8. Star Carol, Simon & Garfunkel.

9. What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve, Ella Fitzgerald again

10. Sleep, Eric Whitacre. Not Christmas! Or Holiday! Just beautiful. The version for wind ensemble is just as good, if not better.

I don’t have a ton of followers as this blog is relatively new, but I’ll go with @not-poignant @ph5-4 @mevima @sulasaferoom @uchidachi @ma-sulevin @wheresonichedgehogwnt @vassraptor @imsunnydee aaaand @dancinggrimm! Don’t feel obligated though.

#tag meme #if you only listen to one on this list #check out the instrumental sleep #UMich KILLED it omg #it is a bitch to tune and they were just *chef's kiss*

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robynqueenofstuff · 8 years ago

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Something I’ve Always Wanted To Say To Those Who Complain About A Lack Of Good Female Characters.

Yes we are just SHORT on good female characters, aren't we?

‘Takes a ginormous breath’

I mean besides Ellen Ripley, The Bride, Katniss Everdeen, Imperator Furiosa, Rey, [insert surname here] Princess Leia, [One of the greatest fucking characters ever] Sarah Connor to just name the most well-known few. We only have Hermione Granger [obviously], Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Minerva Mcgonagoll, Molly Weasley, Lily Potter, Bellatrix Lestrange, Jyn Erso, Padme Amidala, Hera Syndulla, Sabine Wren, Mara Jade, Jaina Solo, Tahiri Veila, Jan Ors, Nomi Sunrider, Lumiya, Juno Eclipse, Bastila Shan, Satele Shan, Ahsoka Tano, Barriss Offee, Luminara Unduli, Aayla Secura, Adi Gallia, Shaak Ti, Jaden Korr [Optionally female], Asajj Ventress, Aurra Sing, Zam Wesell, Steela Gerrara, The Seventh Sister, Satine Kryze, Shmi Skywalker, Darth Zannah, Mother Talzin, [The fucking Hapes Consortium places women higher over men] Belle, Jasmine, Mulan, Pocahontas, Tiana, Jane, Rapunzel, Ariel, Cinderella, Megara, Lilo, Nani, Nala, Vanellope, Lady, Merida, Jessie, Dory, Helen/Elastigirl, EVA, Edna Mode, Joy, Sadness, Anna, Elsa, [Yes i think she's a good character but for different reasons than others do] Kida, Wendy, Alice, Judy Hopps, Kanga, Kala, Captain Amelia, Moana, Esmeralda, Flora, Fauna, Merryweather, Rita, Miss Bianca, Mary Poppins, Eglantine Price, Sally, Audrey Ramirez, Mittens, Maleficent, Ursula, Cruella De Vil, Queen Grimhilde, Yzma, Lady Tremaine, Queen Of Hearts, Madame Medusa, Mother Gothel, Honey Lemon, Go-Go, Chel, Marina, Eris, Tigress, Ginormica, Roxanne, Astrid, Valka, Ginger, Fiona, Fairy Godmother, Tzipporah and Miriam. Chihiro, San, Moro, Lady Eboshi Sophie, Kiki, Shizuku, Arrietty, Ponyo, Nausicaa, Princess Kushana, Kaguya, Sheeta, Marnie, Annie, Coraline, Anastasia, Mrs Brisby, Elle Woods, Dorothy, Matilda, Alicia Huberman, Violet, Corky, Alice Creed, Clarice Starling, Mrs Danvers, Janine Melnitz. Kylie Griffin, Junior Ghostbuster Catherine, [yeah there were already female Ghostbusters before that crappy movie] Lisbeth Salander, Mathilda Lando, Marge Gunderson, Judge Cassandra Anderson, Ma-Ma, [Madeline Madrigal] Regina George, Cady Heron, Clementine Kruczynski, M, [the one played by Judi Dench] Moneypenny,, Elle Driver, O-Ren Ishii, Julie Kohler, Yuki Kashima, Amelie Poulain, Lucy, Rose Dewitt Bukater, Joy ‘Ma’ Newsome, Grace Howard, Philomena Lee, Ofelia, Kara, [From Dragonheart] Sarah Williams, Maria von Trapp, Marion Ravenwood, Dr. Elsa Schneider, Evelyn Carnahan, Officer Anne Lewis, Dr Ellie Sattler, Paikea Apirana, Motoko Kusanagi, Carrie White, Arwyn, Eowyn, Galadriel, Yu Shu Lien, Jen Yu, Jackie Brown, Nefretiri, All the girls from St Trinians, Bliss Cavendar, The girls on the Roller Derby Team, [Maggie Mayhem, Bloody Holly, Rosa Sparks, Smashley Simpson] Sally Albright, Jean Louise ‘Scout’ Finch, Claire Standish. Allison Reynolds, Kim Possible, She-Ra, [Plus the female characters in She-Ra and He-Man] Jem, Synergy, The Holograms, The Misfits, Penny Gadget, Jessica Jones, Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, Anya Jenkins, Faith, Cordelia Chase, Drusilla, Emma Swan, Carol Peletier, River Tam, Xena, Lady Penelope, Roseanne, Dana Scully, Morticia Addams, Wednesday Addams, Lily Munster, Vastra and Jenny, Jessica Fletcher, Olivia Benson, Lilly Rush, Korra, Asami Sato, Lin Beifong, Opal Beifong, Suyin Beifong, Kya, Daria Morgendoffer, Jane Lane, Susan Foreman, Barbara Wright, Jo Grant, Donna Noble, River Song, Ace, Nyssa, Romana, Sarah Jane, Clara Oswald, [the majority of the Doctor Who companions are female] Madame Vastra, Jenny, Zoe Washburne, Kaywinnet Lee ‘Kaylee’ Frye, Lagertha Lothbrok, Claire Underwood, Uhura, Nurse Chappell, Nurse Abby, Captain Katherine Janeway, B’elanna Torres, Seven Of Nine, Kira Nerys, Jadzia Dax, Deanna Troi, Penelope Garcia, Kima Greggs, Evelyn Salt, Starbuck, Lois Lane, Katara, Toph, Mai, Azula, Suki, Ty-Lee, June, Serras Victoria, Sir Integra Hellsing, Dr. Girlfriend, Elektra Nachios, Alex Drake, Cameron, [Even if she's a cyborg she counts] Veronica Mars, ALL THREE CHARLIE'S ANGELS, THE POWERPUFF GIRLS, The female rangers in Power Rangers, Sabrina Spellman, The majority of characters from My Little Pony, Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy, The Crystal Gems, Princess Bubblegum, Marceline The Vampire Queen, Flame Princess, Princess Allura, Katie ‘Pidge’ Holt, Violet Baudelaire, Lucy Pevensie, Alice, [again] Nancy Drew, Annabeth Chase, Clarisse La Rue, Sally Jackson, Thalia Grace, Piper Mclean, Hazel Levesque, [I AM GOING TO GET SO MUCH SHIT FROM PERCY JACKSON FANS BECAUSE THESE ARE THE ONLY ONES I CAN THINK OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD] Daenerys, Arya, Margaery, Catelyn, Brienne, Olenna, Sansa, Susan Sto Helit, Liessa Dragonlady, Tiffany Aching, Hannah Wolfe, The female characters in Malazan Book Of The Fallen, Harriet The Spy, Althea Vestrit, Aerin, Sorcha, Daine, Sabriel, Maka Albarn, Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, Liz and Patty Thompson, Meryl Strife, Milly Thompson, Winry Rockbell, Izumi Curtis, Riza Hawkeye, Mikasa Ackerman, Pepper Potts, Gwen Stacy, Black Cat, Wonder Woman [That’s a fucking no brainer], Batgirl, Batwoman, Supergirl, Raven, Starfire, Huntress, Black Canary, Zatanna, Catwoman, Hawkgirl, Mera, Katana, Talia Al Ghul, Enchantress, Poison Ivy, Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, Natasha Irons, Storm, Rogue, Ms Marvel, Emma Frost, The Wasp, Invisible Woman, She-Hulk, Gamora, Kitty Pryde, Psylocke, Valkyrie. Mystique, the female Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D, Not to mention the girls from Fables, Rayne, Clementine, Amanda Ripley, Coco Bandicoot, Bayonetta, Ms Pacman, Valna, Yuko, Amu, Lena, Alex, Etna, Flonne, Jennifer, Raspberyl, Vulcanas, Usalia, Maya Amano, Ulala Serizawa, Yukari Takeba, Fuuku Yamagashi, Chie Satonaka, Yukiko Amagi, Rise Kujikawa, Naoto Shirogane, Ann Takamaki, Haru Okumura, Kyoko Kirigiri, Sakura Ogami, Aoi Asahina, Chiaki Nanami, Sonia Nevermind, Akane Owari, Fiora, Melia, Sharla, BB Hood, Morrigan, Felicia, Q-Bee, Lara Croft, Samus Arran, Aya Brea, Elizabeth Comstock, Ellie, Faith, Jill Valentine, Ada Wong, Garnet Til Alexandros XVII, Tifa Lockhart, Aerith Gainsborough, Yuffie Kisaragi, Rydia, Rosa Joanna Farrell, Celes Chere, Terra Branford, Relm Arrowny, Rinoa Heartilly, Quistis Trepe, Selphie Tilmitt, Ultimecia, Ashe, Fran, Freya Crecent, Eiko Carol, Yuna, Rikku, Lulu, Aqua, Zelda, Midna, Alice from Mcgee, Odessa Silverburg plus all the females in Fire Emblem, Vocaloid, Touhou and Sid Meir’s Civilization. Not to mention the option to play as female characters in most of the LEGO games plus the option to play as a female in Mass Effect, Dragon Age: Origins, Elder Scrolls, World of Warcraft, Fallout, Saints Row, Fable, Terraria, Borderlands, Jade Empire, Neverwinter Nights, Rock Band 2, Tardew Valley, Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines, Fate, Harvest Moon: The Tale of Two Town, Guilty Gear, Overwatch, Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, Tekken, Dynasty and Samurai Warriors plus the enormous roster in League Of Legends, Every last female in Skullgirls, All the female Pokemon trainers, All the females from Magic The Gathering, Hit-Girl, Powergirl, Tigra, Lady Sif, Spider-Woman, Vixen, Witchblade, Lady Death, Stephanie Brown, Jem, Aeon Flux, Gwen, Morgana, Morgause, Nimueh, Maid Marian, Djaq, Lady Isabella Of Gisborne, Irene Adler, Carolyn Berek, Serena Stevens, Megan Wheeler, Kate Beckett, Nikki Heat, The girls from Women’s Murder Club, Beatrice Adela Lestrange Bradley, Temperance Daesee Bradley, Brenda Leigh Johnson, Joanne Kilbourn, Josephina ‘Jo’ Lupo, Catherine Willows, Alex Rovias, Alicia Claus, Jennifer Tate, Sarah Kerrigan, Joanna Dark, Catherine 'Ann’ Archer, April Ryan, Claire Redfield, Alis Landale, Alyx Vance, Heather Mason, Elena Fisher, Amaterasu, Shantae, Rosalina, Chrodechild, Chris Lightfellow, Ellen from Folklore, Jade from Beyond Good And Evil, Maya from Septerra Core, Miriam from The Guardian Legend, The female characters from Dead Or Alive, And even if you choose to play as a male character in games like Mass Effect and Dragon Age there are still a number of female characters to choose from such as Liara T,Soni, Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, Ashley Williams, Miranda Lawson, Kahlee Sanders, Samara, Morinth, Dr Kelly Chambers, Samantha Traynor, Morrigan, Leliana, Wynne, Shale, Flenneth, Cassandra, Even older games have ones like Jill Of The Jungle, Debra Dare, Lady Bug, Kangaroo, The heroine from Secret Of Mana, The female ninja from Ninja Warriors, Princess Rosella from King’s Quest IV. Even Princess Peach and Daisy can count as they kick total amounts of ass in the racing and fighting games Nintendo puts out. Aunt Entity, Sergeant Rita Vrataski, Polgara The Sorceress, Cutie Honey, Vicki Barr, The girls from The Babysitters Club, The ladies from The Sleepover Club, Princess Cimorene, Egwene al Vere, Elizabeth Swann, Tia Dalma, Lieutenant Jordan O'Neil, Kyra/Jack, Carolyn Fry, Mimi Kirogoe, Hana, [The mother from Wolf Children who is now one of my favorite characters ever] The girl from The Fox And The Child, Annalise Keating, Lady Macbeth, Cherry Darling, Cathy Gale, Emma Peel, Cybersix, Elphaba, Samantha Barker, Karen Silkwood, [who was a real person] Meg Altman, Thelma Dickinson, Louise Sawyer, Shoshanna Dreyfus, Trinity, The girls from Charmed, Emma Swan, Regina Mills, Mina Harker from The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Pauline Hargraves, Max Caufield, Jodie Holmes, Samantha Greenbriar, Thea Queen, Squirrel Girl, Beatrix De Costa [Fire], Tora Olafsdotter [Ice], Wondergirl, Dazzler, Black Alice, Dove, Gypsy, Jade Canary, Cassandra Cain, Big Barda, Darna, The Boss, Meryl Silverburgh, Mei-Ling, Naomi Hunter, Sunny Gurlukovich, Olga Gurlukovich, Fortune, Quiet, GLADOS, SHODAN, Velma, Daphne, Miss Ernst/Grand High Witch, Sailor Moon and the Sailor Soldiers, [Sailor Venus, Sailor Mercury, Sailor Mars, Sailor Jupiter, Sailor Saturn, Sailor Uranus, Sailor Neptune, Sailor Pluto,] Bulma, the majority of the characters in Orange Is The New Black, Leslie Knope, Ann Perkins, April Ludgate, Asuka Langley Soryu, Haruko Haruhara, Nana Komatsu, Nana Osaki, Lucrezia Noin, Lady Une, Dorothy Catalonia, Sally Po, Reyna, Zoe Nightshade, Meg McCaffery, Calypso, The females from The 100, Alicia Melchiott, Isara Gunther, Cosette Coalhearth, Miku Hinasaki, Leah, [from Diablo] Melody Farklight, The Totally Spies!, Mia Dolan, Kathy Selden, Vianne Rocher, Princess Ann, [Ann ‘Smitty’ Smith] Margaret Hale, Lauren Olamina, Sara Crewe, Mary Lennox, Jennifer Simpson, Christine Collins, [Who was also a real person] Turanga Leela, Tauriel, The ladies from Steel Magnolias, All the female Transformers, Farah, Annie Sawyer, Nina Pickering, Gabrielle, Saturn Girl, Sage, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, She-Thing, Scorpion, Songbird, Silk Spectre II, Spider Girl, Silver Sable, The ladies of the Wildstorm universe, Fault Zone, Solara, The Wink, Paragon, Lady Deathstrike, Madame Masque, Cheetah, Emerald Empress, All 20 superheroines before Wonder Woman, Alanna of Trebond, The ladies of The Lunar Chronicles, Catti-Brie, Alyx, [From the Adventures Of Alyx books] The ladies from Marvel's Runaways series, Veronica Layton, Marguerite Krux, Mako Mori, Blaze The Cat, Toby 'Kissy' Masuyo, April Ryan, Mona Sax, Fox, Ninja Princess, Papri, Lady Master Of Kung Fu, Reika Kirishima, The ladies from the Tales series, Noel Vermilian, Shield Knight, Petra from Emerald City Confidential, The ladies from Elsword, Anna Leonowens.[another lady from real-life but perhaps best known from The King And 1] Eliza Doolittle, Ree Dolly, Hushpuppy, Unicorn/Lady Amalthea, Aeryn Sun, Chiana, Mallory Kane, Pauline Hargraves, Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato, Samantha Carter, The Tiger Woman, Barbara Meredith/The Black Whip, Hana Tsu-Vachel, Tessa Alvarado, Jo March, Liesel Meminger, Betty Barrett, Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug, Shelby Woo, Jaime Sommers, Molly Moon, Torchy Blane, Eliza Maza, Angela, Demona, Fox Xanatos, The girls from W.I.T.C.H, Mona The Vampire, The Worst Witch, Ms Frizzle, Carmen Sandiego, Leslie and Joni from Cluefinders, Ren Stevens, Jules Paxton and Jess Bhamra, [from Bend It Like Beckham] Hazel Grace Lancaster, Mara Of The Acoma, Aerin Dragon-Killer/Firehair, Angharad 'Harry' Crewe, The three sisters from Ballet Shoes, Anne Shirley, Lyra Belacqua, Kerowyn, Dashti, Sadie Kane, Zia Rashid, Samirah-Al-Abbas, Lydia Deetz, Juniper Lee, Gretchen, Spinelli, Alex Mack. Or female characters for really young kids such as Lizzie Mcguire, Andi Mack, Dora, Peppa Pig, Lola, Charlie, Looby Loo, Ramona Quimby, Pippi Longstocking, Star Butterfly, Meg Murray, Madeline, Angelina Ballerina, The lovely ladies of Balamory, Jemima Puddle-Duck, and Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle. Or females from Greek mythology like Gaia, Hestia, Demeter, Nemesis, Medusa, Nyx, Ananke, Rhea, Athena, Demeter, Persephone, Artemis or their Roman counterparts. Or the ladies from Norse, Finnish or Egyptian Mythology. Or historical female figures to look up to such as Elizabeth the 1st, Joan Of Arc, Queen Cordelia, Queen Gwendolen, Ethelfreda, Boudicca, Florence Nightingale, Amelia Earhart, Marie Curie, Catherine The Great and Audrey Hepburn. You play as a female Avatar in Cooking Mama and all of the Imagine series, The Jurassic Park dinosaurs were all female, Minecraft allows female appearance through customized character skins EVEN BARBIE! THERE! I SAID IT!

But besides that entire fucking catalog, I find myself and the rest of the female population well under-represented.....Except of course for the huge fucking roster of female characters available.

#female characters #tv #film #video games #i haven't named a chunk of the female characters available in Star Wars Lore #the frigging female portraits in Harry Potter have stories behind them #Please tell me who i've missed out #feminism #when feminists whine #female representation #mic drop

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March 11, 2020: Obituaries

Carol Martin, 75

Carol Yates Martin, age 75, of Purlear, passed away Monday, March 9, 2020 at her home. Carol was born April 6, 1944 in Wilkes County to Theo Thad and Fannie McNeil Yates. She was a member of Boiling Springs Baptist Church, where she played the organ. She also enjoyed playing the piano. She taught school in Seattle Washington, in Oregon, at Boomer Ferguson Elementary and for many years at Millers Creek Elementary. Carol loved her family. Mrs. Martin enjoyed her African grey parrot, Jaro; her cat, Roscoe; and dog, Laddie. Mrs. Martin was an avid reader and doing crosswords. She was loved by so many and will be greatly missed. Mrs. Martin was preceded in death by her parents.

Surviving are her husband of 52 years, Fred Martin, Jr. of the home; son, Christopher Lynn Martin and spouse Susan of Purlear; and granddaughter, Ava Grace Martin of Purlear.

Funeral service will be held 1:00 p.m. Wednesday, March 11, 2020 at Boiling Springs Baptist Church with Pastor Joey Moore officiating. Burial will follow in the Church Cemetery. The family will receive friends at Boiling Springs Baptist Church from 12:00 until 1:00 on Wednesday, prior to the service. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Boiling Springs Baptist Church, 1390 Boiling Springs Road, Purlear, NC 28665. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Robert "Bob" Reid, 84

Robert "Bob" Lee Reid, age 84, passed away on Sunday, March 8, 2020 at Wake Forest Baptist-Wilkes Medical Center.

Funeral services will be held on 2:00 PM Thursday, March 12, at Pilgrim Baptist Church in Wilkesboro with Pastor Derek Kilby officiating. Burial with Military Honors and Masonic Rites will be in the church cemetery. The family will receive friends from 6:00 until 8:00 PM Wednesday evening at Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home in North Wilkesboro.

He was born November 14, 1935 in Iredell County to Pearl Beshears and William Marsh Beshears. He graduated from Central High School in Iredell County and then moved to Michigan in 1955 to work for General Motors. He served in the U.S. Army from 1958-1960.

He met and married the love of his life, Lynn Ann Jurek, in 1970. He retired from Cadillac after a 35-year career. Bob was an avid golfer, playing (and winning) in the Cadillac golf league for many years. He was a member of the Masonic Lodge in Detroit and the Blue Ridge Shrine Club in Wilkesboro. He loved spending time with his family and friends and never met a stranger. Helping others gave him great joy. He was diagnosed with ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease) in 2019, yet continued on with his same enthusiasm for life.

He was preceded in death by his parents, two sisters;Fern and Grace, and a brother, Denny.

He is survived by his wife, Lynn of the home, his son; Greg Reid (Andrea) of Boxford, MA, their daughter; Cheryl Easterwood (Rich), of Mesa, AZ, and their son; Robert Reid (Sherry), of Wilkesboro; two grandsons; Landon and Dylan Easterwood, of Mesa, AZ., one brother; Marshall Reid, one sister; Shelby Coppola (Eddy), an uncle; Ray Hartley (Betty) Beshears, and several nieces, nephews, cousins, and many friends.

The family requests no food or flowers.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the Blue Ridge Shrine Club, P.O. Box 442, North Wilkesboro, NC, 28659.

Jimmy Brown, 57

Jimmy Ray Brown, age 57, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, March 4, 2020 at Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center in Winston Salem. Jimmy was born October 24, 1962 in Wilkes County to James Vernon and Sarah Louise Knight Brown. He was of the Baptist Faith. He enjoyed taking care of stray animals and watching drag racing. Mr. Brown was preceded in death by his father; and brother, Jeffery Brown.

Surviving are his mother, Sarah Brown of North Wilkesboro; sisters, June Young and Debbie Perry both of North Wilkesboro; special uncle, James Thomas "Red" Knight of North Wilkesboro; uncles, Marvin Knight of North Wilkesboro, Johnnie Knight of Winston Salem, Tony Brown and Carvin Brown both of North Wilkesboro, Roland Brown of Arkansas; aunts, Jean Wyatt, Betty Walker and Linda Royal all of North Wilkesboro, Joyce Hill of South Carolina; best friends, Danny Hayes and Mark Shumate.

Memorial service will be held at a later date. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Grady Smith, age 71

Grady Lee Smith, age 71, of Moravian Falls, passed away March 6, 2020 at his home. He was born February 24, 1949 in Wilkes County to Atwell Ray and Mary Annie Hester Smith. Mr. Smith was a member of Rocky Creek Baptist Church in Moravian Falls. He was preceded in death by his parents; his son, Joseph Lee Smith; and brothers, Bill and Bob Smith.

Surviving are his wife, Talethia Houston Smith; daughters, Angela Vance and spouse James Michael of Cadet, Missouri, Revonda Adams and spouse Leland, Lisa Eller and spouse Jeremy all of Moravian Falls, Jolaine Wilson and spouse Greg of Statesville; sister, Hazel Foster and spouse John of Moravian Falls; ten grandchildren, Christopher Vance, Samantha Vance, Nicholas Watson, Zachary Watson, Tiffanie Adams, Duncan Eller, Brittany Rutherford, Hunter Eller, Jonathan Wilson, Katherine Wilson; and four great grandchildren, Kloe Watson, Tyler Watson, Emma Watson, Remington Rutherford.

Funeral service was March 10, at Miller Funeral Chapel with Rev. Ronnie Allen and Rev. Michael Dyess officiated. Burial followed in Millersville Baptist Church Cemetery in Taylorsville. Flowers will be accepted. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements. Pallbearers were Nicholas Watson, Duncan Eller, Hunter Eller, Jonathan Wilson, Greg Wilson and Jeremy Eller.

Dorothy Stroud, 90

Mrs. Dorothy Elizabeth Smithey Stroud, age 90 of Wilkesboro, died Saturday, March 7, 2020 at her home.

Private family graveside services will be held.

Mrs. Stroud was born December 25, 1929 in Wilkes County to the late William and Rosie Gentle Smithey. She was a member of Oakwoods Baptist Church.

In addition to her parents she was preceded in death by her husband, Royal Edward Stroud; one sister, Sybil Treadway; and three brothers, Jim Smithey, Pete Smithey, and Charlie Smithey.

She is survived by one daughter, Nancy Denny and husband, Jack, of Ronda; six sons, Robert Cardwell and wife, Brenda, of Wilkesboro, Wayne Cardwell and wife, Betty, of Wilkesboro, Tony Cardwell of Rutherfordton, Ricky Stroud and Sandra Johnson of Wilkesboro, George Stroud and wife, Ellen, of Wilkesboro, Ronnie Stroud of Blanch; twelve grandchildren; fifteen great-grandchildren; five great-great-grandchildren; two sisters, Betty Jean Queen of Wilkesboro and Marian Cleary of China Grove; and two brothers, Wade Smithey and wife, Opal, of North Wilkesboro, and Calvin Smithey and wife, Vera, of Wilkesboro.

The family would like to extend a special thank you to Wake Forest Care at Home Hospice for their care and kindness.

The family requests no food or flowers. Memorials may be made to Oakwoods Baptist Church Senior Meals, 2385 Brushy Mountain Road, Wilkesboro NC 28697 or Wake Forest Care at Home Hospice, 126 Executive Drive Suite 110, Wilkesboro NC 28697.

Carrie West, 79

Mrs. Carrie Harris West, age 79, of Wilkesboro passed away Friday March 6, 2020 at her home surrounded by her loving family.

Funeral services were March 10, at 2pm at Davis Memorial Baptist Church with Pastor Hadley Triplett, Rev. David Winebarger, and Rev. Brandon Lowe officiating. Burial followed in the church cemetery.

Carrie was born September 25, 1940 in Wilkes to Emit and Olee Harris. Carrie retired from Kmart. She was an avid baker, seamstress, and reader. She loved to cook and bake for the family. Carrie was a lifetime member of Davis Memorial Baptist Church, where she served the Lord faithfully.

She was preceded in death by her parents and also her husband Arnell West. Carrie is survived by two daughters Debra Kilby (Bruce) of Hendersonville, NC and Wanda Love (Dwight) of Wilkesboro; four sons Terry West (Elaine) of Wilkesboro, Gary West (Kathy) of Laurel Springs, Brent West (Trish) of Wilkesboro, and Eric West (Loretta) of Millers Creek; Fifteen grandchildren; twenty two great-grandchildren; two sisters Shirley Griffin and Irene Minton both of Wilkesboro; and two brothers Lloyd Harris of Wilkesboro and Travis Harris of Ferguson.

Diane Adams, 65

Diane White Adams, age 65, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, March 4, 2020 at Forsyth Medical Center. She was born March 18, 1954 in Yadkin County to Max and Beaulah Nichols White. Diane attended Sulphur Springs Baptist Church in Hiddenite. She enjoyed working in her yard. She loved spending time with her grandchildren, greagrandchildren and her dog "Spud." Diane was preceded in death by her parents; and brothers, David White and Mark White.

She is survived by her husband, Jerry Adams of North Wilkesboro; daughter, Renee Peal and spouse Jeff of Taylorsville; son, Joseph Royall and spouse Daloma Jarratt of North Wilkesboro; step-mother, Sue White of Roxsboro; sister, Pamela Dimmette of North Wilkesboro; brother, Stevie White of Roxsboro; grandchildren, Savannah Wilson and spouse Ryan, Baylee Peal, Elijah Peal all of Taylorsville; and great grandchildren, Ivy Wilson and Grant Wilson both of Taylorsville.

Memorial service will be held 11:00 a.m. Saturday, March 14, 2020 at Sulphur Springs Baptist Church with Rev. Mitch King officiating. Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Sulphur Springs Baptist Church Youth Program, 116 Patterson Road, Hiddenite, NC 28636. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Zenith Walker, 97

Mrs. Zenith Inez Canter Walker, age 97 of North Wilkesboro passed away Wednesday, March 4, 2020 at her home.

Funeral services were Sunday at Reins- Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Paul Siceloff and Rev. Bryan Danner officiating.

Mrs. Walker was born June 6, 1922 in Wilkes County to Thomas J. and Zollie Yates Canter. She was a homemaker and a member of Northside Baptist Church. Recently she enjoyed attending services at the Chapel in Wilkes Towers.

She was preceded in death by her parents, her husband, Gilbert Taylor Walker, a daughter, Mrs. Linda Walker Sturdivant, and a son, Jerry Taylor Walker; four sisters, Mary Linda Burton, Flora Lee Souther, Annie Chamberlain, Irene Dotson, and seven brothers, Jake Canter, Ralph Canter, Fred Canter, George Canter, Henry Canter, Burton Canter, Roby Canter, and two son in laws, J.D. Childress and Jack Vannoy.

Mrs. Walker is survived by two daughters, Ruth Walker Childress of North Wilkesboro, Doris Walker Vannoy of Wilmington, seven grandchildren, Andrea Childress Johnson, Joseph Childress, Lisa S. Nathan, LeAnne Sturdivant, Bill Sturdivant, Justin Vannoy, and Jason Vannoy. Eleven great grandchildren, Ty Johnson, Dylan Johnson, Jada Childress, Jenna Childress, Jaxson Childress, Leslie Sturdivant, Taylor Sturdivant, Lara Jarvis Klibansky, Ashley Jarvis, Kamalaya Vannoy, and Everly Vannoy, and seven great, great grandchildren Micah Johnson, Payson Johnson, Parker Mathis, Brayden Byrd, Elizabeth Gray, Ellie Klibansky, Roan Klibansky, and a brother, Jack Canter of Irving, TX.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Mountain Valley Hospice & Palliative Care 401 Technology Lane, Suite 200 Mt. Airy, NC 27030 or Bibleway Baptist Church, P.O. Box 185, Wilkesboro, NC 28697

Kenneth Triplett, 75

Kenneth Albert Triplett, age 75, of Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, March 4, 2020 at Accordius Health of Wilkesboro. Kenneth was born December 13, 1944 in Wilkes County to Wilmer Lovejoy "Bud" and Hallie Bowman Triplett. Kenneth loved playing softball and golf when he was able throughout his life and also enjoyed coaching softball. He was preceded in death by his parents; and great grandson, Luke Combs.

Surviving are his children, Denise Triplett of Hickory, Dawn Giplin and spouse Red of West Virginia, Kenneth Triplett and spouse Ashleigh of Lenoir, Anita Trapp and spouse Randy of North Wilkesboro; brothers, Loyd Triplett and spouse Fannie of Boomer, Gary Triplett of North Wilkesboro; sisters, Linda Price of Wilkesboro, Sara Lewis of North Wilkesboro; eleven grandchildren; sixteen great grandchildren; several nieces and nephews.

Memorial service will be held from 4:00 until 5 p.m. Sunday, March 15, 2020 at Zion Hill Baptist Church in Boomer with Rev. Derek Kilby officiating. The family has requested no flowers. Memorials may be made to Wake Forest Baptist Health & Hospice, 126 Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Walter Lovette, 86

Mr. Walter "Sonny" Lovette, age 86 of Millers Creek passed away Tuesday, March 3, 2020 at his son's home in Biloxi, MS.

Graveside services were March 9, at Charity Community Church in Millers Creek with Pastor Steve Laws officiating.

Mr. Lovette was born November 18, 1933 to Eugene and Blanche Blackburn Lovette. He retired from poultry farming and then went into the rental property business.

In addition to his parents he was preceded in death by a brother; Billy Eugene Lovette.

He is survived by his wife; Peggy Bumgarner Lovette, a son; Bobby Walter Lovette and wife Vickie, two daughters; Tammy Lovette Gragg and husband Kevin, Susan Caroline Lovette, four grandchildren and seven great grandchildren.

Rouie Bentley, 93

Mrs. Rouie Mae Tedder Bentley, age 93 of Moravian Falls passed away Tuesday, March 3, 2020 at Wake Forest Baptist-Wilkes Medical Center.

Funeral services were March 6, at Walnut Grove Baptist Church in Moravian Falls with Rev. Sherrill Wellborn, Rev. Tom Moore, Rev. Darrel Poole and Preacher Chuck Combs officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery.

Mrs. Bentley was born August 21, 1926 in Wilkes County to Rellie Jefferson and Pearl Luvenia Treadway Tedder. She was a member of Walnut Grove Baptist Church. She loved her family, they were the most important part of her life.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband; Charlie Edward Bentley, one grandchild, two sisters and four brothers.

She is survived by one daughter; Linda Hawkins and husband Bill of Millers Creek, one son; Robert Bentley of Mulberry, three grandchildren, ten great grandchildren and three great great grandchildren.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Walnut Grove Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, 6165 NC Hwy 16S, Moravian Falls, NC 28654.

Charlie Willis, 64

Mr. Charlie Willis, 64, of Roaring River, passed away on Monday, March 2, 2020 at W.G. Bill Hefner VA Medical Center.

Charlie was born on May 2, 1955 in Durham County to Joseph Willis and Emma Blackburn Willis.

Charlie is preceded in death by his parents.

Charlie is survived by his wife, Nellie Jean Spears Willis, daughters, Esther "Jane" Santos of Mt. Airy, Jessica Weatherman of North Wilkesboro, Misty Minton of Hays, Jennifer Love of Wilkesboro, Larenda Darby of Atlanta Georgia; sons, Justin Willis of Myrtle Beach, Jason Willis of Millers Creek; sisters, Laura Peeler of Gold Hill, Dena Morris of Richfield,Barbara Powers of Salisbury, Paula Almond of South Port, Sherry Hodge of Raleigh; brothers, Robert Willis of China Grove, Troy Willis of Missouri and many grandchildren and great grandchildren.

No services will be held.

In lieu of flowers memorial donations may be given in Charlie's name to The ALS Association PO Box 37022 Boone, IA 50037.

Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the Willis Family.

Parks Kilby, 66

Mr. Parks Gary Kilby, age 66 of Moravian Falls passed away Monday, March 2, 2020 at his home.

Funeral services were March 7, at Goshen Baptist church with Rev. Tim Pruitt officiating.

Mr. Kilby was born September 29, 1953 in Wilkes County to Parks Junior and Pauline Walsh Kilby.

He was preceded in death by his mother, his first wife; Carol Lynn Kilby, and a daughter; Pamela Carol Kilby and brother-in-law; Jim Lambert.

He is survived by his wife; Helen Smith Kilby of the home; his father; Parks Junior Kilby, one son; Wayne Kilby and wife April of Roaring River, step-son; William Davis of Fayetteville, two step-daughters; May Davis and Linda Kay Speight and husband Chris all of Fayetteville, sixteen grandchildren; Jaymie Marley, Dalton Kilby, Cheyanne Roark, Taylor Lambert, Daven Kilby, Avril Kilby, Katlin Bennet, Alex Bennet, Tori Burhop, Brittany Burhop, William Davis, Jessie Speight, Zachary Speight, Sebation Davis, Preston Davis and Tony Davis, two sisters; Gail Lambert of Millers Creek, Rita Billings and husband Mike of Roaring River and two brothers; Robert Kilby of Goshen and Randy Kilby and wife Sandy of Millers Creek.

Flowers will be accepted.

Jacob Isenhour, 59

Jacob Terry Isenhour, age 59, of Wilkesboro, passed away Sunday, March 1, 2020 at his home. He was born June 12, 1960 in Wilkes County to Jake Junior and Carrie Naomi Calloway Isenhour. Mr. Isenhour enjoyed motorcycling and joking with people He was previously employed with Tyson Foods in maintenance. He was preceded in death by his parents; brothers, Aaron Joseph Isenhour, James Horton; and sister, Barbara Jean Redman and Dawn Chamberlin.

He is survived by his wife, Elicenda Rodriguez Isenhour of the home; sons, Jacob T. Isenhour, Jr. of North Wilkesboro, Eli Andres Isenhour of the home; son Omar Rodriguez Alvarez of Greenville, South Carolina, daughters, Kayla Isenhour Martin and spouse William of North Wilkesboro, Heydi Lizbeth Isenhour of the home; brothers, Johnny Horton of Charlotte, Ricky Morrison of Wilkesboro, Joseph Horton of Wilkesboro; sisters, Melvia Isenhour, North Wilkesboro, Marilyn Morrero of Brown's Mill, New Jersey, Dare Lynn Isenhour of West Jefferson, Betty Parks, Maria Harris of Wilkesboro, Carolyn Horton, Tammy Farmer of Columbus, Ohio; many others not listed by name; six grandchildren, Elsia Martin, Talia Martin, Elias Martin, Jacobian Isenhour, Aiden Alvarez, Esther Alvarez; many nieces and nephews.

Funeral service was March 8, at Miller Funeral Chapel. Flowers will be accepted. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Dustin Walters, 32

Dustin Paul Walters, age 32, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Thursday, February 27, 2020. He was born January 5, 1988 in Wilkes County to Daniel Keith Walters, Sr. and Amy Vandervort Walters. Dustin was preceded in death by his parents; and grandmother, Judith Elaine Vandervort. Dustin loved fishing, listening to music, loved animals and nature whether hiking, camping or taking the dogs for a walk.

Nothing is going to stop the pain this senseless tragedy has caused. However, to know Dustin Paul Walters meant you were blessed and your life would never be the same. Ask almost anyone and the answer is Dustin was the most selfless, loving, loyal, honest, caring and beautiful soul anyone had met. No one can quite believe or understand "Why Him"? Dustin might not have seen the amazing legacy he was leaving behind but he definitely left a light to guide us through the dark. The family and friends he left behind in the world is definitely better off having had him in it, no matter how short it seemed.

Dustin judged no one, cared strongly, loved deeply and always gave it his all no matter who or what it was, even if he was, occasionally late. Dustin and his wife of almost 13 years were madly, deeply devoted to each other, and anyone who knew one knew the other. The other would feel the connection and knew they were lucky to have that so young. Dustin had lots of love to give and tried to share it as much as possible. Dustin and Megan used to tell each other that "They've had a heck of a Run." Hopefully this shocking and heart breaking loss will help you remember the bad, better, good and great times that we all had with this kind hearted, passionate and dedicated man who has pushed all of us to be a better person in some shape or form. Dustin fancied himself a "Junk" man from birth but that just meant he could see the value in anyone or anything.

Dustin and his family wish for you to cherish every second and always try. Dustin always managed to show love, respect and decency; even in times most wouldn't. Make sure to keep Dustin's legacy with you and alive honoring his life in your own special way. Instead of flowers the family and Dustin hopes you would do an unexpected and unsolicited act of kindness in his name.

Surviving are his wife, Megan Jean' Marie Aghabalian Dula Walters; brothers, Daniel Keith Walters, Jr. and spouse Lenia of Charlotte, Charlie Gladwell of Roaring River; grandparents, Hughes and Gretchen Vandervort of Hays; nephews, Ronald Walters, Nathan Walters, Damien Gladwell; nieces, Olivia Walters and Alena Carswell; step-mother, Kristi Walters of Roaring River; mother and father-in-law, Karen and Kenny Shumate of North Wilkesboro; grandparents -in-law, Reid and Steva Shumate of North Wilkesboro; grandfather-in-law, James "Cliff" Dula of Morganton; father-in-law, Ricky Dula of Morganton; sister-in-law, Juliet Bowling of Morganton; brother-in-law, Nicky Jon Dula of Morganton; dogs: Baxter, Willie and Sassy; cats: Boo Kitty and Peanut; hermit crabs: Biggie Smalls and Hermie; best friend, Delmer Stanley III of Jonesville; aunt, Janice Vandervort of Delray Beach, Florida; Uncles, John Vandervort of Wilkesboro, George Phillips of Daytona Beach, Florida, Gary Aghabalian of Palm Springs; many other cousins and family members.

Memorial service was March 7, at Miller Funeral Chapel with the family and friends providing the eulogy. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Humane Society of Wilkes, PO Box 306, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

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