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West Virginia nonprofit director fired after calling Michelle Obama an “ape in heels”

On Monday, Pamela Ramsey Taylor, the director of West Virginia nonprofit agency Clay County Development, was removed from her job for posting a racist message on her Facebook page targeting first lady Michelle Obama. 

Clay Mayor Beverly Whaling chimed in, commenting on the post: “Just made my day, Pam."  In a statement to the Washington Post, Whaling, emphasized that her remark was "not intended to be racist at all.” She maintained she was just excited.

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Here’s this year’s batch of Valentines for all you APUSH students and U.S. history buffs!

The Matthew Perry one was inspired by @lillian-sunshine

PART 1

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Here’s that hair I posted about just a day before. The basics of it is that it has all EA-base colors, is BGC and has all LODs. But unlike my other hairs, this hair is NOT, I repeat, NOT hat compatible. The way it’s been UV mapped will almost surely invade the UV slotting of most hats (except for my rendition of Joker’s SR2 hat XD).

Tbh, the hair wasn’t exactly intended for hat compatibility but, instead, to ensure texture quality of the frankenmesh was as high as possible.

~Enjoy everyone :D If you have issues, let me know!

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etsyfindoftheday | 3 days til valentine’s day! | 2.11.17

red clay + rose vegan soap by mixturaorganic

these kind, vegan, heart-shaped soaps combine gentle australian red reef clay with rose for a floral look and vanilla-geranium scent. perfect for valentine’s day, amirite?

He’ll Find His Way Home

Originally posted by mertcannn

Author’s Note: This is a Jax Teller imagine based on Still Breathing by Green Day a requested by a wonderful Nonny, and imagine number two for MMW day 1. This imagine is rated T. Hope you all enjoy!


He’ll Find His Way Home

-XX-
I’m like a child looking off on the horizon
I’m like an ambulance that’s turning on the sirens
Oh, I’m still alive
I’m like a soldier coming home for the first time
I dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine
Oh, I’m still alive

Am I bleeding? Am I bleeding from the storm?
Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away

‘Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way away
My way to you
-XX-

‘I’m on my way home Everly, I promise.’

The voice mail plays on a loop in her head and she tries desperately not to look at the clock. It’s been nearly forty-eight hours since Jax left that voice mail and there’s been no sign of him and though no one has said it out loud, she knows that she isn’t the only one whose worried.

The worry plays out in different ways; Gemma’s incessant need to bake, Clay’s silence, Chibs’ usual slow to anger trigger has become dangerously short and having found herself on the receiving end of said anger she finds herself going out of her way to avoid him.

“Hey lass,” Chibs’ voice breaks through her thoughts and jumping she turns to find the older man standing behind her. His hands are tucked in the front pockets of worn in jeans, and because she can’t bring herself to look at him she stares at the scarred boots he wears. “Everly, look at me.”

Taking a steadying breath, she lifts her face and finds him smiling, a soft, genuine smile he seems to only reserve for the women of SAMCRO.

“I owe you an apology lass,” he says and when she shakes her head he reaches out to her, closing callused hands over hers. “When I’m an ass I can admit it, and I was an ass. I’m just worried about Jackie…”

“I know Chibs, we all are,” she says offering a shaky smile as she turns her hands over under his, and anchoring herself to him she allows herself to feel the first honest feelings she’s felt since Jax went missing. “I just want him to come home.”

“I know lass,” he says pulling her close, and when he presses a kiss to her hair she closes her eyes and holds on. “Jackie will find his way home, he always does.”

-XX-
I’m like a junkie tying off for the last time
I’m like a loser that’s betting on his last dime
Oh, I’m still alive
I’m like a son that was raised without a father
I’m like a mother barely keeping it together
Oh, I’m still alive

Am I bleeding? Am I bleeding from the storm?
Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away

'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way, away, away…
-XX-

As Jax walks he spits blood but he keeps moving. Every step he takes puts distance between him and them, and the more distance there is the better. He got off easy, and he knows it. What he doesn’t know, and what he isn’t ready to face just yet, is that someone in his club, one of his own Brothers, sold him out.

The whole time he was held it was thoughts of Everly and his boys that kept him going, and he winces. Not from pain but from the realization that Everly is probably crawling the walls, and reaching into his pocket he pulls his phone from his pocket, groaning when he finds the screen shattered.

“Go figure,” he hisses to himself as he shoves it back into his pocket. He knows where he is, lucky for him his new found ‘friends’ had the decency to drop him not too far from town. So, he just keeps on walking.

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“I’m going to call the police,” Everly’s words draw the attention of every person in the room, and everything goes to quiet she wonders how no one else can hear her heart pounding against her ribs. “I know what you are all going to say, and honestly, I don’t care. Jax has been gone for three days now. Three days. No calls. No texts. No signs. This is beyond me. Beyond any of you.”

“I don’t think we need to be getting the cops involved sweetheart,” Clay’s voice is the loudest dissenter and Lord knows she is not at all surprised.

“Why? Because you know where he is? Because you have something to hide?” she demands ignoring the sharp intake of breath from beside her. She knows that Gemma is staring at her like she’s grown another head, but she can’t find it in herself to care. “Your VP is missing and you sit here like it’s nothing, in fact Clay, you look pretty well rested for someone so worried…”

“That’s enough!” Clay explodes causing her to take a step back, but she’s satisfied by what she sees, and she knows by the looks on the other guys faces that she’s on the right track. Clay has something, if not everything to do with Jax’s disappearance.

“I’d say so,” Jax’s voice fills the clubhouse and she swears she feels her heart drop into the pit of her stomach and turning she stares in disbelief.

Jax stands, dirty and disheveled, but he stands nonetheless. She looks past the blood, past the bruises and when he smiles at her, she shakes her head.

“Jackson,” she hardly every uses his full name but when she does he knows he’s in trouble and when she launches herself at him and she tries to pull away when he winces, a hiss of pain escaping his lips he just holds her tighter. It seems like forever before she finally manages to step away, and cupping his face between her hands she offers a watery smile, only to be pulled away so Gemma can fawn over him.

“Where the hell were you?” Gemma asks running a hand over his hair and when he catches her wrists in his hands, shaking his head a sense of dread fills Everly.

“Why don’t you ask Clay,” Jax demands.

“Jax, what are you talking about?” Gemma asks him as he turns his attention to Clay who stands fuming and flustered.

“Clay was the only other person who knew where I was going Mom,” Jax says, eyes narrowing on the older man he’s thought of as a father for so many years, wondering where along the lines he turned into the monster he sees now.

-XX-
As I walked out on the ledge
Are you scared to death to live?
I’ve been running all my life
Just to find a home that’s for the restless
And the truth that’s in the message
Making my way, away, away

'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way, away
-XX-

He lets himself into the house and shrugging out of his Cut, Jax takes the time to hang it. He sent Everly home hours before while the club talked things over, and though they’ve come to no conclusion on how to handle the things that are coming, he’s satisfied with the progress they made; but more than anything else he’s happy to be home.

Slipping down the hall he peaks his head into the nursery, and finding the boys asleep he smiles softly before making his way to the room he shares with Everly and leaning against the door way he watches her. She’s curled on her side, red hair falling in her face as she sleeps, her face pillowed on one hand while the other lays outstretched on his pillow. She wears one of his shirts, and something inside of him stirs when she shifts and the shirt lifts a little higher on her thighs.

“I didn’t think you were coming back,” her voice is soft, drawing him from his thoughts, and pulling the shirt over his head, he drops his jeans at the door and climbs into bed beside her. She slides easily into his arms, fitting against him as no one else has before or ever could, and letting out a contented sigh he buries his face into her hair.

“And leave you alone to deal with my Mother?” he tries for light but when Everly’s shoulder shake he knows he has to let her ride this one out and that’s exactly what he does. He holds her as she rides out the near constant waves of emotion, until finally her face turns into his neck, her lips pressing against his skin, and with his touch soft he tips her face up, and with a soft smile he brushes his fingers along the skin of her cheek.

“You and the boys were all I could think about while I was gone,” he says, and brushing the hair from her face, he presses his lips to her forehead, trying to smooth away the lines of worry etched there. “I was coming home to you, no matter what it took.”

“I know,” she murmurs and when she rests her head against his chest, letting out a shuddering sigh he knows the worst of it is finally behind them.

-XX-
'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way, away
My way to you
-XX-

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