#TyMara

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#borderlands #borderlands 3 #TyMara #amara the siren #tyreen calypso

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Day 10: Competition

Amara has one reason for finding the vault.

For @saltysatellite804

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There was only one reason Amara was in the competition of finding the vault.

"I'll take those siren powers now!" Tyreen called gleefully, chasing her.

"Come and try!"

The two collided with fists and kicks. Just as Tyreen was about to get the upper hand, Amara grinned. "Time to show you what I can do." She let the power surge through her, releasing her other arms. Amara pinned her, using two of her siren hands to pin Tyreen's above her head, holding her firmly as she leaned in. "I thought you were tougher than this, I already caught you."

Tyreen tried to wrestle her off, but Amara was more built than her. "Let go of me!"

Amara grinned wide, knowing Tyreen couldn't take her powers if she could only touch her siren crafted ones. "I like you like this, and those tattoos." Her second set of blue hands ran over Tyreen's arms.

The woman glared. “I  will  get your siren powers!”

Amara laughed and then moved in a perfect hand-stand over Tyreen, landing on her feet and running to higher ground. “You gotta catch me first!” She grinned as Tyreen yelled loudly and scrambled to her feet. “I’ll get that vault before you even realize!” She called back to the furious beauty.

A gunshot sounded and Amara just barely dodged it, laughing loudly. There was only one reason she was chasing after the vault, and it was a very hot one.

#borderlands #femslashfeb2020 #Tymara #Amara/Tyreen #amara the siren #tyreen calypso #flirting

[capricornus-rex]

Two Sides of the Coin (13)

Chapter 13: Strange Way of Finding Things | Jidné Sheedra x Cal Kestis

Summary: Hell-bent on exacting revenge and retrieving the Holocron, the dreaded Darth Vader is now on the hunt for the young Jedi Knight, Cal Kestis. Under the assumption that he still possessed the artifact, while fueled by the intrigue of the boy’s strength and skill with the Force, the dark lord hires the bounty hunter, Jidné Sheedra, to track him down and have him delivered alive. However, the task becomes a trial for young Jidné, as she faces a conflict that tests her beliefs of a scarred past she had hidden for so long.

A/N: This was supposed to be a full-length flashback chapter but I looked at the word count and I just-- 😳😵😧😬 So I just decided to split it because I don’t wanna drag you guys on with more than 5000 words of a single chapter. I would’ve broken my record average word count 😜 anyway, I hope y’all are ready for the angst

Also tagging: @silver-is-in-too-many-fandoms​ @berenilion​ @justtinfoley​ @stellar-trinity​ @peterwandaparker​ @calgasm​ @queen-destenie​ @calsponchoemporium​ @cal-jestis​ @ayamenimthiriel​ @sweeetteaa​ @fallenjedii​ @superwarsofthrones​

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Tags: Fem OC, Jidné Sheedra, Force-Sensitive! Fem OC, Bounty Hunter! Fem OC, Jedi! Fem OC | Additional (last 2 tags count as TW): Nomara Anesh, Jedi Master! Fem OC, Togruta Fem OC, Jedi Seeker! Fem OC, family separation, separation anxiety

Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 | Previous: Part 12 | Next: Part 14 | Masterlist

13 of ?

31 BBY

ESHYN, LAU’NON SYSTEM, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

The clouds clear a path for the Jedi Starfighter, aboard it is the young Jedi Seeker, Nomara Anesh, one of the youngest seekers at only 34 years old.

Her aerial view of the archipelago captivated her as she flew by the land mass. The sapphire blue coastline surrounded the island, high mesas with a vast carpet of grass framed the formation while the torrential waves kissed the rigid rock faces with its ivory-white seafoam and mist.

It was simply breathtaking.

Though it saddened her that the Trade Federation has begun to press its ugly thumb into this tropical masterpiece. Prior to her visit, Nomara did her reading on the planet, its current political and economic state as well. She has always been the curious one amongst her batch—said her former master—thus resulting to her inquisitive upbringing.

“There it is, Evy,” Nomara peered through the side window of the cockpit. “Sa’Junna: where we need to be.”

She afforded another pass above the main island, searching for a safe place to land with the assistance of the astromech droid.

“Do you see anything, Evy?”

The droid, EV-65 or Evy as Nomara personally nicknamed it, chirped in excitement, equally as captivated as its Jedi owner; the droid popped out a tiny satellite from a small hatch on its dome head.

The young woman managed a smile at her droid’s happy trills, but something stirred within her as she approaches the island. The closer she got, the swirling at the pit of her stomach became stronger—though, it didn’t alarm her because she doesn’t sense anything wrong with it; nevertheless, whatever the Force was subtly telling her, it intrigued her.

“Bee-beep!!”

“Great job, Evy. Override the landing cycle now,”

“Beeep-doo!”

It took Evy a few seconds before relaying the area coordinates for a safe landing area to Nomara’s dashboard. A virtual map of the island flashed and a green blip blinked over the center section of the land mass. The Jedi followed the lead and managed to dock her ship in between the capital and a village half a mile away from each landmark. The droid remained on the ship while Nomara dismounted the vessel.

The city of Sa’Junna was developed by a civilization of old, and then later cultivated and nurtured by the past generations until the current one. Having grown and thrived for countless millennia, a great majority of the residents were humans, but other humanoids like Twi’leks and Nautolans have migrated to this idyllic sanctuary. The place appeared to have seen better days priors to the Trade Federation’s occupation.

Nomara could see the bustle of trade in the city, it wasn’t as grand as Coruscant or Naboo, but the prosperity is evident.

Upon alighting her starship, she was promptly greeted by a tall stature of a human male with a greying beard that covered half of his olive-skinned face. He gestured with open arms, welcoming the Togruta, while subtly keeping a tinge of caution in his words and actions.

Nomara bowed slowly and solemnly in greeting.

“Welcome, traveler. What is it that you seek in our already-disturbed home?”

“The exact disturbance you speak of, friend.”

The tribe leader introduced himself as Sentuk Nirmo, he governed one of the villages that networked with the main city—where most of the trade transpires. Seeing that Nomara bore better will than the Trade Federation’s emissaries, he invited her into their settlement where they could speak openly within closed walls. As they walked, Sentuk briefed Nomara of their situation.

“At first, they wanted the metal. But when they found the deeper caverns, that’s when they’ve completely sucked our mines dry! The Federation has robbed us of our own homeland.” Sentuk grieved, and then added. “They barricaded the Yishen Strait—our main trade route—from civilians and real traders. Since then, business has been slow for many of us.”

Sentuk’s voice trailed off when he noticed Nomara subtly panning her head left and right, as if searching for something. The Jedi apologized for zoning out, the tribe leader dismissed it as a fascination towards the planet as well as exhaustion—and so he invited her to their settlement. The Togruta follows the Sentuk into the village; along the way, he explains that each village has a leader which then comprises the council. With every step, the faint trace of the Force that Nomara has picked up gotten stronger.

Sentuk presented his humble home, it seems that the Federation has already left its mark in this village along with the others surrounding the capital city—Nomara looked around and found children playing out in the open, whilst weavers make baskets and rucksacks out of their looms for the hunters to store their game, other residents tend and plow their modest vegetable gardens and orchards.

“It seems so peaceful here,” Nomara’s smile faded as instantaneously as it appeared. “But I sense the distraught in these people.”

Sentuk hummed in agreement, recalling his grievance of their overall predicament. Nomara’s brows pulled together, she closed her eyes for a moment to detect that trail she’s picked up.

“There’s something else,” she mumbled so quietly that Sentuk barely heard.

The Togruta blinked her eyes open and the first thing she saw was a small girl watching the other children play—she looked like she had just learned how to stand and walk. Forgetting that she stood with the tribe leader, Nomara approached the child slowly until the girl acknowledged her with wide, quiet eyes bursting with curiosity.

She knelt down to level with the child, she offered her open palm, and without a single ounce of hesitation the toddler placed her pudgy hands on the vibrant red-skinned palm of the visitor. Their eyes met, Nomara’s heart leapt for a reason she can’t explain, her lips involuntarily curled and by impulse, her fingers folded around the soft, tender hand.

“Jidné!” a melodic voice beckoned from the cottage.

Both Nomara and the child turned to the direction of the voice, it was the mother. Nomara slowly hoisted herself back to her full height, when the mother stepped out of the doorway of their home, two more little girls followed behind her—presumably the little one’s older sisters—but they kept themselves close by the skirt of their mother, intrigued and at the same time shy of the unusual-looking visitor.

“I’m sorry, I just…” stammered the Jedi softly. “Your daughter.”

The mother flashed a friendly smile, “Yes, what about her?”

“She’s strong with the Force. For someone so little, she carries a significant amount of it within her.”

The woman immediately got the hint, she’s heard the stories, though this is the first time she’s met one in the flesh. Her eyes wandered to the waistband of the Togruta’s robes and spotted the silver hilt shimmering, dominating the neutral colors of her clothes.

“You’re a Jedi, aren’t you?”

“Yes, my name is Nomara Anesh,” the Jedi bowed her head briefly as soon as she uttered her own name.

“My name is Tymara Sheedra, I see you have met my little Jidné,” the woman peeked over the backside of her skirt, spotting her two other daughters, she introduced Krea and Maryn—aged eleven and eight respectively. The girls greeted the Togruta who beamed a gentle smile at them as she returned the gesture.

Nomara clarified that she was a Seeker and stated her purpose to Tymara, the Togruta’s emotions synched with the other woman’s—that friendly smile reduced into a poker face and then replaced with a blank smile.

“Um… Why don’t we talk inside? I just finished making supper,” Tymara invited the guest into her house, who politely obliged despite the tension.

The single-storey cottage was quaint, although each room was cramped and limiting to a number of persons inside. The kitchen was in the same space as the dining table—which lacked chairs and had woven cushions and mantles in its place. If one is to peek a little bit to their right, they could see the bedroom—the girls’ beds were thick-enough cushions each sitting atop a wooden frame, whilst the parents’ bed is settled on another side of the room; the only thing distinguishing the “rooms” was a wooden divider panel.

Nomara wagered this house couldn’t fit any more family members, Jidné would be the live marker of the home’s limit. She settled herself by the table—across where she sat, the three girls played in a small space that only fit them perfectly without needing to duck or crouch, the two older sisters watched with great fascination as Jidné lift a doll off the floor without touching it, Nomara watched intently along with them.

Tymara offered her a bowl of broth and bread on the side.

“I’m really sorry about our house. It’s not exactly much, isn’t it?” Tymara initiated quite apologetically, poking the bits of meat in the soup.

“I don’t mind,” Nomara awkwardly chuckled, parroting Tymara’s nervous poking before scooping up a spoonful and then bringing it into her mouth.

“What is it that you Seekers do?”

“We search the galaxy for Force-sensitive children. We bring them to the Jedi Temple in Coruscant and then train them into becoming Jedi Knights like myself.”

Tymara bit her lip and gawked emotionlessly at her food, it took her a good minute before she started to touch her food again. She spoke again, but didn’t face Nomara when she did.

“Have you come for her?”

The Jedi’s head perked to the mother, Tymara let the bottom of the spoon float above the soup—sensing her fluctuating appetite swirling together with the anxiety slowly eating away her mind; Nomara inhaled deeply, ceasing to touch her food to find the right words to say.

“Not specifically. I didn’t even know it was her until I… well, found her. The Force—or perhaps the universe—has a strange way of showing things we need to see when we least expect it, no matter how difficult it is to accept the signs.”

“And this Force… showed you to my daughter?”

“It would appear so,”

“Are you going to take her from me?”

“I wouldn’t force it,” Nomara replied somberly, as if understanding the grief of separation. In a way, she has felt that in one way or another.

There was silence, even the girls have purposefully hushed their voices and giggling to secretly listen to their conversation between the guest and their mother—even the little, two-year-old Jidné followed suit of her sisters.

“Eshyn isn’t what it used to be anymore, this was my home, and my husband’s, and our parents…” Tymara mumbled, watching her daughters resume playing. “We thought the Federation would make us prosper—because that’s what they promised us. You could imagine how stupid we all felt when the Trade Federation delivered the perfect opposite of what they told us. Ever since then, life has been hard for all of us. Especially the children—even if they don’t see it that way, at least not yet.”

Nomara understood Tymara’s sentiments, after all, she is a mother just looking for out for children and wanting what’s only best for them. The collective giggling of the girls was the only thing that warmed the abode today.

“Where’s their father?”

Tymara’s clasped fingers tightened around one another, she breathed deeply and bit her lip before she spoke a word.

“I lost him to a mining accident… because they wanted more metal. That’s all we ever heard from them. More metal. More work. More yields.”

“I’m sorry,” Nomara averted her gaze to the food that had now gone cold.

Little Jidné approached the table, specifically to Nomara’s side. She waddled towards the Jedi, the baby stared and studied the vibrant indigo patterns of the montrals while feeling its texture; then her pudgy paws found the tassel of turquoise beads that framed the side of the Togruta’s face, mistaking it for a toy. The two women giggled, endeared the little one’s innocence as Jidné continued to lightly swat the accessory and watch it dangle, immediately and easily entertained. Eventually, her sisters joined in and bombarded the Togruta with questions of wonderment—to name a few, they asked her where her species lived, if the white patterns on their faces were actual skin or tattoos, and how long can their montrals grow.

Nomara is simply overwhelmed by the cheeriness of these three girls combined, but the unexplainable lightness of Jidné prevailed. She knew it was the girl’s Force energy, but also the purity of her heart and spirit.

Tymara smiled at the sight of her youngest daughter getting along too easily with their visitor, but it was a sad smile—in her mind, she was already arguing against herself for the betterment of her youngest. With the occupation rendering them dirt poor and being a single parent, she had to make the toughest decision of her life. It took Tymara the entire evening to let it sink into her and toughen herself up even though she’s already falling apart because of their economic state.

By sunset, the entire village was rattled by the presence of the Trade Federation emissaries and their guards—a small unit of battle droids. What barred them from taking a step further into the settlement is Sentuk, with his warriors and hunters united to making a barricade out of themselves to protect their home.

“Not one step further!” Sentuk bellowed.

“I am sure you are aware of your settlement’s dues, old man,” the Neimoidian official flapped its trouty lips at the tribe leader.

“Your demands do not have a single drop of realism in them! You demand large yields over a short period of time, not even the manpower of two villages combined can make that quota,”

“Yeah, with what you’ve done with our mines—that quota is ridiculous!” added a spear-wielding warrior standing beside Sentuk and the men behind them murmured in agreement.

“Is your brain smaller than what it appears?!” taunted another man in the barricade, the joke was received differently from each party.

Vexed and provoked, the Neimoidian emissary raised a finger at Sentuk.

“I have given you more than enough time for that quota and you have failed me once more! I told you what would come to you should you not do what you are asked!”

A hasty wave of the hand prompted the guards to aim their rifles at the people making up the human barricade, the people in the village shrieked in fright—many of which have already retreated into their homes but peered through their windows. Nomara, who had been observing the sour exchange between the leader and the slimy emissary, rushed into the scene a split second after the command to fire has been given—killing off five of the men already and fatally wounding Sentuk after being shot in the side of his stomach.

“Jedi!? Here!?” the Neimodian screeched in a panic.

All of the villagers completely retreated into their homes—including Tymara and the girls—while Nomara aided the warriors in eradicating the battle droids, leaving the empty-handed emissary standing amongst the pile of dead clankers. Completely befuddled and frightened for his life, Nomara had him at swordpoint.

“I… I didn’t give the order! I’m just a messenger…!” he whimpered and his sheer terror had unconsciously dragged his legs to make him run away, leaving the wake of the ruined droids behind him.

When the tension eased, Nomara quickly turned her attention to the wounded Sentuk. A group of people have already gathered around him.

“Bring him to your healer, quickly now!”

The group carried their leader by the feet and underneath his arms, they briskly brought him to the cottage of the village healer while Nomara caught her breath and examined the droids’ remains. She felt the gaze of Tymara piercing right through her, she found the mother and children huddled by the doorway after the skirmish; Nomara saw the sad, disdainful sigh of the mother as she herded her children back into the house again.

After tucking the girls to bed, Tymara joined Nomara who was overlooking the coastline; the ocean breeze made the ladies’ robes and skirt billow wildly above the grass. There was a voiceless banter between the women, as if they have already began this conversation in their minds and linked it to each other.

“Will she be taken care of?” Tymara blurted.

Taken aback by the question, Nomara turned her head to the mother and stared at her for a long moment, unaware that her lips have parted due to the surprise. She turned her eyes back to the ocean slowly being devoured by the evening’s darkness.

“What?”

“Jidné. If you bring her with you, to become a Jedi, will she be taken care of?”

“Tymara, a Jedi’s hard life is a hard life,” Nomara shifted her body to face Tymara. “Jidné will have to grow up facing a lot of dangers as she grows up if she comes with me.”

Tymara bitterly chuckled, more of a nasal exhalation than an actual laugh, “Better than scratching the earth for her next meal. At least I know that she lives fighting for something honorable.”

“What about you? And Krea and Maryn?”

“We’ll manage. They’ve already learned how to loom and tend farms, they know their craft well. But for Jidné, well…” Tymara licked her lips. “This will always be her home, but I know she’s made for something greater. I just know it. You can never underestimate a mother’s intuition.”

Nomara smiled, although sadly, mostly for Tymara and the girls. Having nothing more to say, the two of them continued to look into the horizon, finding an individual sort of comfort underneath the pale blue moonlight.

“No, I suppose not.”

That night, Tymara snuck upon her sleeping daughters, but fixated her eyes on the youngest—plump cheeks squished against the pillow, her round and supple belly rising and falling as she slept, and her twitching eyelids made Tymara wonder what the little one could be dreaming of. She knelt down by Jidné’s bedside, her hands smoothly glided over her soft head and fine head of dark hair, and leaned forward to kiss Jidné’s forehead—it was a long kiss, and even after she pulled her lips away, the roundness of the baby’s cheek perfectly fit the curve of Tymara’s nose bridge, inhaling Jidné’s infant scent.

The woman bit her lip as she battled with her tears. It’s going to be a long night for Tymara.

Nomara watched from the open doorway, arms crossed with each other, there was a heavy gloom around the house that suffocated her—not even sighing deeply helped. She retired to the space in the bedroom that Tymara had personally fixed up for her.

In the morning of their departure, Tymara held her youngest daughter for the final time and rocked her as if putting her to sleep. Her sisters, as well, bade their own tearful goodbyes to their baby sister, ceaselessly riddling her plump cheeks with kisses and leaving tears stains upon her skin—in a way, Jidné is lucky that she is unaware that this is the sorrow of parting.

Tymara nuzzled her cheek against Jidné’s smooth forehead. One last embrace and a kiss buried into the crook of the child neck; with her eyes closed, she imagined how Jidné would grow up to be—but she’s completely certain that she’d grow up to be a strong, courageous woman—and she painted a mental picture of how her daughter would look like once she’s come of age.

In a prayerful solemnity, Tymara whispered all of her wishes for Jidné to Jidné herself—be strong and brave yet remain kind, wise, and gentle; make good friends with the other children if she meets any; listen well to the instructions of the elders; and most importantly, listen to her heart.

Tymara savored this last moment, Nomara was kind enough to give all the time she needs—the Togruta passed the time by prepping her Starfighter and doing the necessary maintenance checks before takeoff.

“I love you… I love you so much, my darling girl,” Tymara feigns a brave face. She held Jidné right in front of her, then Jidné’s pudgy hands caressed both of her cheeks, and that’s when she lost it—tears streamed down her cheeks, wetting the child’s tiny fingers.

The true, final embrace and kiss from her mother before Jidné is transferred to the arms of Nomara Anesh.

“You have my word. She’ll be treated well.”

“I know,” muttered Tymara quite weakly, rubbing her arms together to whisk away the cold goosebumps pelting her skin. “I know.”

Tymara watches her daughter walk away in the arms of the Togruta. She watches a part of her heart and soul shrink in the distance, unaware eyes looking over the shoulder of the Seeker and back into the grieving eyes of her mother. Tymara’s hand flinched into a short-lived wave and quickly brought them to her lip, biting into her fingernails until her daughter has fully disappeared in a ship with Nomara and out of Eshyn.

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[dwellordream]

Hi! I just wanted to show a little more love for "I inherited hunger, popped jaw, all teeth" because I've been so long interested in Clegane sister fics, there are too few of them, and fewer still of fleshed out stories like yours! I loved how it seemed smaller in scale than your others bc it felt more soft, intimate & Tyrion gets some happiness. I'm a sucker for an unwanted arranged marriage that works out surprisingly well for the involved parties. Sorry if this has been asked before, (1/2)

(2/2) please just ignore this then. I was wondering about what your ideas for the plot would be??? I understood as much that it pretty much ties into the events of AGoT, so more specifically I was wondering how Delora and her children would affect/change Tyrion's actions and how other characters (especially the Starks) treat him. Also, how would Delora and her children deal with the fallout from Jon Arryn's death, Bran's fall, and the suspicions on the Lannisters? Thank you! Thank you! I will probably have a one-shot out in October about the Cleganes; unfortunately Delora will not be present in it. (Although she will be referenced). In regards to Hunger, it’s hard for me to answer this because I wrote it two years ago and honestly do not really remember much of what I had planned (I also did not have much of an outline).  I also do not agree with some of the plot choices I made (okay, arguably the fic itself hinges upon Tywin behaving in an OOC manner, which is to say the chances of him realistically deciding to wed Tyrion to a Clegane, no matter how infuriated he was with his son, are probably slim since he is still reluctant to just marry Tyrion to ‘whoever’ as he still considers his son a Lannister, same reason why he would never let him become a maester or septon and be in ‘service’ to another house). So the discussion below is in regards to not as the fic as it currently reads but if I were to ever do a ‘soft rewrite’ and continue it in some regard: - It’s probably safe to assume Delora is eager to tag along on this visit to Winterfell simply out of a desire to spend time with Sandor and let him bond with her kids, but Tyrion probably does not plan to visit the Wall because it’s just not really safe to travel there with a wife and small children, and he does not want to be separated from them, so they would leave with the rest of the royal party, which averts Tyrion getting captured by Catelyn. I probably would also retcon Tymara (probably would change her and Lorand’s names, too) witnessing Jaime push Bran because I think it’s too hamfisted; Tyrion already had his suspicions about the twins and has shared them with Delora, they know damn well what happened to Bran. - If Catelyn never captures Tyrion on her way back north then probably the war breaks out a little later when Ned is in fact executed, and also Catelyn reaches Winterfell without incident and is present for Robb calling the banners, and sees Bran awake, etc.  - The Riverlands 100% still get invaded though and so the West engages in the war. It’s now a matter of where Delora and Tyrion are back in King’s Landing and have witnessed the entire Ned and Cersei debacle go down, or if they headed back to Casterly Rock instead. Either way Tyrion expects to go to war with his father and brother , and Delora likely thinks of her kids and sends them straight back to the Rock if they’re not there already, judging it much safer than King’s Landing. She possibly has a run-in with Gregor and Sandor tells her to get the fuck out of the city, too. 

- So I’m not really sure where I’d go from there because I haven’t thought about this fic in a while and I’d have to figure out what I want the plot to be- is it just Delora on the very edge of this war sort of neutrally watching everything go down, does she choose to remain at court in support of Tyrion and Sandor, do she and her kids possibly get captured by northern forces when Robb launches his counter-invasion, etc. 

#ask #anon #hunger

[matthenslee]

2022 Pastors’ Conference Announcement: Vice President

Y’all. Cam has been a constant source of encouragement to me––from his passion for evangelism in the streets to his faithful exposition in the pulpit to his encouragement of fellow pastors and church planters in the trenches, he models what can make a Pastors' Conference great.

NEW ORLEANS (BP, with additional quote from Triggs) – Cameron “Cam” Triggs, lead pastor of Grace Alive Church in Orlando, will be nominated for vice president of the 2022 SBC Pastors’ Conference. Fred “Chip” Luter III, senior associate pastor of Franklin Avenue Baptist Church in New Orleans, has announced his intention to make the nomination.

Voting for the 2022 Pastors’ Conference will take place Monday afternoon, June 14, during the Pastors Track of the Send Celebration hosted by the North American Mission Board. Held at the Music City Center in Nashville, it precedes the Southern Baptist Convention Annual Meeting, which will begin the next day.

Luter described Triggs as “a bridge-builder who has a way of connecting people from a wide variety of backgrounds, regardless of location. We need more of that in the SBC because relationships and partnerships for the sake of the Great Commission is the bread and butter of the SBC.”

Triggs also is the founder and president of Apollos Institute and was a church planting resident at The Summit Church in Durham, N.C., after serving as the pastor of youth and young adults at Shiloh Church in Jacksonville, Fla. He’s also a regular contributor to The Gospel Coalition, Desiring God, For The Church and other blogs.

Triggs shares Henslee's vision for a conference that reflects the wide range of Southern Baptist pastors. "Without question, the SBC Pastors' Conference has been the rudder guiding and directing this Convention of churches. Historically, it has been a steady source of encouragement and a herald for doctrinal fidelity. With this conference, we have the beautiful opportunity to showcase our brightest pastoral voices and platform our beautiful diversity. As VP, I hope to be a catalyst for the rich tradition of expository preaching that has been a hallmark of Southern Baptists," he said.

According to the Annual Church Profile, Grace Alive was organized in 2017 and recorded 59 members in 2018, increasing to 72 members in 2019 and 95 last year. In 2019 the church contributed $6,500, or 1.6 percent, of undesignated receipts through the Cooperative Program. In 2020, Grace more than doubled its giving through CP to $14,300, or 4 percent of its budget.

Triggs is a graduate of the University of Central Florida and holds a master’s in theological studies from Reformed Theological Seminary. He is currently earning his Doctor of Educational Ministry degree at Southern Baptist Theological Seminary. He and his wife Tymara have a 6-year-old son and 3-year-old daughter.

#vision #sbc21 #conference

[road-side-destinations]

#david michael kennedy

[netbuzzafrica]

South African Gospel star Lundi Tymara dies at 38

South African Gospel star Lundi Tymara dies at 38

South African gospel star Lundi Tymara passed away of the age of 38 after a short illness.

His manager announced the sad news saying: “Lundi put up a gallant fight against his illness, but God’s will prevailed. We ask that his fans,supporters and followers join us in celebrating his life”.

Lundi, who was dubbed as the “bad boy” of the gospel industry spoke openly about his struggles with drugs…

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#Lundi Tymara

[ecotone99]

Urgent! Mandela effect!

This will read like some hack fiction piece written by a stunted twenty year old, but I’ve got to take a shot and hope this reaches the right audience.

We’re in a simulation.

Yeah, everyone’s already heard it, but it is true!

I first heard about because of the Bernstain Bears books. Autocorrect even corrected it to what I remember. That little red line is under the replacement word as I type this drivel. It’s Bernstein. It always will be… to me at least…

Anyways, I didn’t think too much of it at first. I’m not entirely reliable when it comes to remembering things—my ex-wife can account for that. Sorry, honey.

Then I started to notice other changes in pop culture. Darth Vader saying, “No, I am your father.”, rather than “Luke, I am your father.” Or how about Jaws’s girlfriend not having braces anymore? What’s up with that? It negates the punchline when he smiles…

A travesty.

Movies and books are one thing. Anyone can misremember small lines, names, but then the seesaw tilted into bizarre.

I bumped into a friend while grocery shopping. We started chatting about the old days. It got me to thinking about a girl we used to run with. The first girl I kissed… The only girl I ever truly loved…

I couldn’t help but ask if he’d kept in touch. He couldn’t remember her.

Not at all.

How strange.

A girl me and him ended up fighting over, beating each other until our faces were black and blue, lips busted, stitches, and he didn’t remember?

I probed a little deeper. Maybe he was ashamed of the past—I know I’ve got stains I’d love to forget—but he left me a believer that he’d never known Mellissa.

I couldn’t let it go. An invisible hand pulled at my brain, making me disoriented, but I couldn’t allow it to pull me away into amnesia.

I remembered her.

I always will.

I refuse to forget.

Digging deeper I found inconsistencies in my past: Tymara’s mom didn’t die in the fourth grade. She went on to live until high school, hit by a drunk driver while leaving to pick Tymara up after the prom. Travis never went to college on scholarship. He dropped out and ended up a drug addict, sleeping under a bridge.

So many changes.

So many…

It was only logical decided on a conclusion, as prosperous as it might seem.

God, the one true being me and you are slaves under, is some sort of cosmic writer. A hack at that. Oh, yes. There are so many plot holes and inconsistencies, I don’t know if this story will ever be submitted for scrutiny.

Edits are yet to be made. Are we on the second draft? Third?

The only thing I know is that if you’re reading this, I still exist. And I can only hope if I’m edited out, some glitch will allow one of your prying eyes to remember.

Remember...

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OLIVE, JEFFREY LEWIS

He attended and graduated from Hampton University and he was a member of the Omega Psi Phi Fraternity, Inc. He leaves to cherish his memories his wife of nine years, Gail Bentley-Olive, five children, Nyeshea Bentley, Trevell Bentley, Tymara Carter … {$inline_image} To read the full story please click here: OLIVE, JEFFREY LEWIS

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Colors of Sadness

They ask me Tymara why do you color your heart pink instead of red? I told them pink stands for happiness and red stands for dead. so, I rather be happy then deep down dead but the life I'm living its gotten my heart blood shot red. I ask myself oh why am I dead so to cover the like I color pink instead for the life of happiness I dream in my head.

-LIVE PINK!That's what i’ve  always said-

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MOAR DOODLES OF BOREDOM (2 of 2)

Remember this doodle of Jidné's hairstyle done by her sisters in a future sequel?

I added another doodle of it in a different angle!

Well, I ended up drawing her sisters and their mom—as well as their distinctive hairstyles!

The matriarch of the family, Tymara works as a member of the council alongside Teepa. Despite her disability—having the need for a hover-chair (a wheelchair irl) for the episodic weakening of her joints, rendering her unable to walk for a period of time—she was a respected member and she worked fiercely for it; blatantly disregarding her handicap, believing that it doesn't hinder her from what she's supposed to do. However, she was a melancholic woman—for she constantly remembers Jidné and often wondered how her youngest fared throughout these years.

The meaning behind the braid: Three chunky braids frame the back of her head—each braid representing each of her three daughters—and then goes down to form a "cinnamon roll" bun, with it signifying Tymara herself as the root of her family. The overall denotes maturity, wisdom, and sophistication, as most female elders and women of all ages wear their hair in a similar style.

Being the eldest, Krea is poised and calm, underneath it all is a feisty demeanor that comes out when the going gets rough. A weaver by craft, she creates a wide range of textiles and clothing up for trade in the capital city and for personal use as well. She incorporates her weavin skill with hair-braiding, hence her quite elaborate braid. Krea is married to the hunter-gatherer Otris Feder, with whom she has 2 children: a six-year-old daughter Finara, and an infant son, Tryst.

The meaning behind the braid: Two braids crown the back of her head, whatever remains are turned into fishtail/fishbone braids—three to be precise: two that borders the sides, and the middle that is left from the top crowning braids. Halfway to the end of the length, all three braids are conjoined into a single loose ponytail. The complexity of her braid signifies her expertise in her craft and her proficiency in both weaving and braiding. It also establishes her place as eldest, likening the intricacy of the braid with maturity.

Lively and optimistic, Maryn projects herself in a bubbly attitude, seemingly always cheerful, with a tomboyish personality. In the village, she works as a fisherwoman, but oftentimes manned the boats while her companions fished. When she's not working, she often sails in the coastline and is known to be one of the best in the island. She shares the same infatuation of the ocean as Jidné, and has an extensive knowledge to maritime navigation and fishery.

The meaning behind the braid: A twin-tailed, three-tiered style where the first tier is a pair of braids starting from her crown, winding down to the base of her hair; the middle begins where the first tier ends, with the tails unbraided but is adorned with a strand of shells she personally picked and crafted, and then the final inches of twin tails are tied as the third tier. The twin-tails represent her playful and tomboyish disposition, aside from being a convenient style to keep minimal hair from flying into her eyes and face when sailing on strong winds and less loose strands when coming in contact with water.

Jidné is the youngest and the balance of both sisters. Inherently free-spirited like Maryn, despite being plunged into an era of darkness during the Jedi Purge and the years that followed; as a Jedi, she also shares the same demeanor as her eldest sister, Krea—calm, patient, and fierce.

The meaning behind the braid: The top half of her hair is brushed back and is secured into a "rose twist" bun in the middle, the excess length of the bun is turned into a thin, twisted braid secured by an elastic cord with beads. The two longer braids on both sides represent her life throughout the years—one being a Jedi, and the other being a bounty hunter, with the middle braid being the "core" of it all, representing her Eshyn roots—albeit shorter in length, it could also imply how short she lived her life in her homeworld before being taken by the Jedi Knight and Seeker, Nomara Anesh, at the behest of Tymara.

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Lundi memoral service disaster caused by sechaba pali

Lundi memoral service disaster caused by sechaba pali

Lundi memoral service – Gospel singer Sechaba Padi had to be calmed down after delivering a heart breaking speech at Lundi Tymara’s memorial at Grace Bible Church in Soweto on Tuesday.

He said the music industry did not love its artists because they’were only  celebrated once they are dead.

Sechaba accused record companies of exploiting them, leaving them with nothing to feed their families.

A…

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Top South African Gospel star Lundi Tymara dies at 38

Top South African Gospel star Lundi Tymara dies at 38

Fans of South African gospel star Lundi Tymara have received shocking news of the passing of the 38 year old singer who died after an illness.

His manager announced the sad news saying: “Lundi put up a gallant fight against his illness, but God’s will prevailed.

We ask that his fans,supporters and followers join us in celebrating his life”.

Lundi, who was dubbed as the “bad boy” of the Images:

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[capricornus-rex]

Ok, please hear me out:

Jidné visits her homeworld of Eshyn for the first time after being adopted by Master Anesh roughly 16 years ago.

But Eshyn has become impoverished by the Trade Federation; and now the Empire made it worse, leaving the residents poorer than before.

Her 2 older sisters, Krea and Maryn, recognize her but Jidné doesn't so she doesn't understand why 2 strangers are so happy to see her.

Jidné meets her mother once again—Tymara would be around her forties BUT she is paralyzed and uses a hover-wheelchair (like Kliegg Lars, father of Owen Lars).

The angst? Jidné gets the feel of a real family, HER REAL FAMILY, for the very first time.

Let me know your thoughts on this! I personally would love to put this in a fic very soon 🥺😭💜

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