#gp Dorothy

[mizz-sea-nymph]

People that don’t like her wish to be her ✨

[dq9]

on one hand i do like eduarent bc theyre an interesting dynamic between the subtly obsessive freak and the naive arrogant fool esp in regards to how they interact and play around each others mere presences but on the other hand i think makoto should be allowed to skin laurent and eat his innards raw with zero legal repercussions

[rae-arts777]

Here you go GP fandom!

[code-es]

The women who laid the foundation of tech

EDIT: I noticed that this post ended up being reblogged by terfs. If you're transphobic this post is not for you to reblog. I want to celebrate everyone who is not a cis man in this industry, including trans women and nonbinary people in tech, and it was my mistake to only include cis women in this post when there are so many trans women and nonbinary people who have done great things in tech as well. Trans women are women and just as important.

Here you can read about trans ppl in tech, and please do:

https://www.thecodingspace.com/blog/2022-03-01-six-trans-programmers-who-shattered-the-lavender-ceiling/

https://abcnews.go.com/Business/transgender-tech-visibility-obstacles-remain/story?id=76374628

The morning of women's day i attended a super inspiring seminar about being a woman in tech at a large tech company in my city, and now I'm inspired to share what I learned with all of you!

I didn't have time to finish this post on women's day, but it's not too late to post now: every day is a day to celebrate women!

Women actually laid the foundation for a lot of the tech industry.

For example, the first computer, ENIAC, was programmed completely by women! While men were the behind the scenes engineers, it was women who did all the actual programming of ENIAC.

The women who made up the team responsible for programming it were called Jean Bartik, Kay McNulty, Betty Holberton, Marlyn Wescoff, Frances V. Spence and Ruth Teitelbaum.

I think one woman who is finally getting her overdue recognition is Ada Lovelace. She was a mathematician (also often referred to as the first programmer) who created the first algorithm in 1842, which wasn't recognized until 1953! However, since none of her machines were ever completed it was never tested in practice during her time.

She has since been celebrated by giants such as google, and she has given name to a programming language (Ada). She was also the first person to write about what is today known as AI. Back when she was practicing, computers were simply thought of as calculators. But she had an idea that if computers can understand numbers, then that can be translated to letters, and in turn that can lead to computers being able to handle words, and eventually even write, draw and create music.

Hedy Lamarr was a famous Hollywood actress in the 40's, but she was also an inventor who laid ground for what we use today for Wi-Fi, Bluetooth and GPS services.

During WW2 she wanted to contribute positviely to the military efforts against the Nazis, and she tried to figure out how to radio control torpedoes. In 1942 she patented her technology "Secret Communications System", also known as frequency hopping, which laid the foundation for the technology we use today for Wi-Fi, GPS and Bluetooth. It wasn't until 1962 that it was first used for its intended purpose, during the cuban missile crisis.

Grace Hopper invented the first compiler, called A-0, in 1955, and was also part of the Univac team, which was the company also responsible for building ENIAC. She also initiated work on the COBOL programming language.

She was also the one to coin the term "bug" in 1947. Computers back then had lights to visualize their working process (which was also a womans idea to implement btw) and bugs would be attracted to the lights, but usually that was no issue - until a bug made its way into a tube which caused the computer to stop working. Hopper taped the bug to a piece of paper and logged what caused the crash - a bug.

Dorothy Vaughan (left), alongside colleagues such as Katherine Johnson (middle) and Mary Jackson (right), was a mathematician at NASA (called NACA when she started) who worked on the orbit for the first ever manned spaceflight and later also on Apollo 11 that would take humanity to the moon!

When Vaughan started at what was then called NACA, segregation was still prevalent in the US and she was not allowed in the same areas in the office as her white colleagues. Another department was formed for the black staff, and when the director of said department unexpectedly died, she was appointed as the new director and thus became the first ever black woman at that position at NACA/NASA. In 1958 when NACA becomes NASA segregation is forbidden, and that is when Vaughan and her colleagues Johnson and Jackson started working on programming the orbit and later also Apollo 11.

Continuing on the same track of NASA and space, Margaret Hamilton was the Apollo project's first actual programmer. Hamilton became the director of software engineering at NASA in 1965, and she was also the person to first coin the term !

In the image above, she stands next to all the handwritten code that was used to send humanity to the moon. During the early stages of the project when she would speak of "sofware engineering", software development was not taken as seriously as other forms of engineering, and it wasn't regarded as a science, either. She wanted to legitimize software development as an engineering discipline, and overtime the term "software engineering" gained the same respect as any other technical discipline.

And lastly, if you're a woman in STEM, I want to highlight and celebrate you! Being a woman in a male dominated industry is not easy, we often suffer from sterotype threat and are not seen as our own individuals, but rather "the woman" in a room full of men. But just as these women, I'm sure you will achieve greatness!!

Here are some additional resources if you'd like to learn more:

https://www.history.com/news/coding-used-to-be-a-womans-job-so-it-was-paid-less-and-undervalued

https://digitalfuturesociety.com/programming-when-did-womens-work-become-a-mans-world/

And this was mainly my source for this post, but it's unfortunately only available in Swedish:

Thank you for reading ✨

[gloopishka]

More GP cause I love them (Dorothy is underrated my bbg)

[totowlff]

chapter three — never be the same

➝ nico’s win at the monaco gp portended better things to come for the mercedes f1 team, but after the celebrations, elisabeth knew that things between her and toto would never be the same again.

➝ word count: 1,3k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: revisiting this story is being one of my favorite things. hope you enjoy!

MAY, 2013

Elisabeth never was a fan of motorsport.

She definitely believed there were better ways to soak up the Monaco sun than sitting in a stuffy garage, watching cars circle the narrow streets of Monte Carlo on a screen, while the people around her discussed the happenings of the race and their favorite drivers’ performances.

But there she was, sitting in the Mercedes’ garage, bouncing her leg anxiously, watching Nico Rosberg go past the hairpin turn at the Grand Hotel.

The team had never been closer to victory than it was now.

Biting her thumb as she watched the silver car enter the tunnel, Elisabeth felt someone tap her shoulder. She looked up to see that it was Toto, who was settling down into the chair next to her.

— Liesl, is your dad okay?

His worried expression made Elisabeth ignore the silly nickname Toto had just called her. It had all started with a joke of hers relating his own nickname to Dorothy’s little dog in The Wizard of Oz, as both of them followed a woman around the world. Then, Toto decided to counter by comparing her to the character Liesl von Trapp, from the movie The Sound of Music. When she asked for an explanation, he just said that she and the character both acted like they knew everything, and “Liesl” was a popular diminutive form of her given name anyway. 

She looked away from the screen, looking for Niki inside the garage. It had been several laps since he’d abandoned his silver headphones on the seat of the chair beside her. Soon Elisabeth spotted him, in his red cap, next to some engineers, talking about the safety cars that plagued the race, while watching at the car with the number nine on the screen.

Elisabeth couldn’t help but smile a little. She’d grown up watching Niki act that way every time someone tuned a television to a race. When the commentator announced that the red lights had gone out, she always saw her father turn back into the three-time world champion he was.

His behavior had not gone unnoticed by the Mercedes staff — there had been several times she’d been approached by them, concerned about Niki’s reactions, worried that he might get too excited for his own good. However, Elisabeth always assured everyone that it was normal — after all, it was her father’s way to involve himself with the sport that he was no longer competing in.

— He’s great — she replied.

— And, as for you — Toto chuckled, placing a firm hand on her left leg, which had been bouncing. His touch was able to stop the movement of her leg and sent a wave of heat through Elisabeth’s entire body, including her face. Her gaze moved from his slender fingers, positioned perilously close to the hem of her white summer dress, to his face.

— Well, I am my father’s daughter — she smiled, trying to ignore the pounding in her chest. “Why does he make me feel this way?”, Elisabeth questioned herself, looking back toward the broadcast.

A few seconds later, the tension rose in the air as the words “last lap” appeared at the top of the screen.

— We’re now on the final lap with Nico Rosberg, the race leader — the commentator announced, as Nico shot like a true silver arrow toward Saint-Devote. Behind him, the Red Bulls of Vettel and Webber were trying to narrow the gap, but not having any  success.

— Come on, Nico — Elisabeth mumbled nervously.

The German followed the circuit, passing Beau Rivage and Massenet towards the Monte Carlo Casino. With every turn he took, Elisabeth could feel the tension building inside the garage, conversations quieting into whispers, as if any errant word would spoil the moment.

— Vettel passes Casino Square and can see Nico Rosberg going down Mirabeau — the commentator’s voice echoed through the garage, conversations coming to a halt. There wasn’t much race left.

Nico carefully skirted the Hairpin, past the Portier towards the Tunnel, where he picked up the pace towards the Nouvelle Chicane. 

However, another touch had Elisabeth looking away from the car on the screen, down to her leg. Toto’s hand was still resting next to her knee, his fingers tense, squeezing her thigh. However, she didn’t have time to protest — in a blink of an eye, he rose from his chair as Rosberg passed the Piscine, Toto running a hand through his dark hair. She looked back at the screen in time to see the German driver round the Rascasse towards the checkered flag.

— Vettel takes the fastest lap, but Nico Rosberg, making one more turn, will take the win — the voice at the broadcast said, as the Mercedes driver raced down the final straight.

— It’s ours — Elisabeth heard someone yell in the garage.

300 meters.

200 meters.

100 meters.

50 meters.

— And thirty years after his father Keke, another Rosberg takes the victory in Monaco! — the commentator announced triumphantly over the garage speakers.

An immediate burst of collective euphoria consumed the Mercedes garage.

Elisabeth jumped out of her chair, clapping her hands together excitedly. Then, she turned to Toto and, on a whim, pulled him into a tight hug. However, before she had time to regret it, he wrapped his arms around her torso, picking her up, her feet leaving the ground.

— You did it — Elisabeth said into his ear, as she breathed in the scent of his musky cologne she liked so much. That scent alone was capable of breaking down any defenses she had mounted against him, not that she'd built many to protect herself from the feeling that was growing day by day inside her heart.

— We did it, Liesl — Toto replied quietly, his breath making her skin tingle.

Elisabeth pulled away to look into his brown eyes, she could see a sense of fulfillment within them.

A sense of joy.

A sense of desire.

One movement was enough.

However, neither of them dared to go any further. A few seconds later, she felt her feet touch the ground again, but it still felt like she was floating. In the midst of the cacophony of hugs and cheers, it felt like it was just the two of them inside the garage, facing each other, his hands on her waist. Elisabeth felt like she wanted to stay in that moment for the rest of her life, standing there, staring into Toto’s hypnotizing chocolate-colored eyes.

Seconds later, though, she was overwhelmed by a wave of guilt.

— I’m sorry, Toto, my God, I’m sorry — Elisabeth repeated, pulling away from his hands, her face turning red — I couldn’t, my God, I couldn’t…

— It’s okay, Liesl — he tried to reassure her, to no avail.

She was sure she had gone too far.

— I, yeah… I’m going to look for my father — she stammered, moving quickly away from him, looking for the red cap amidst the sea of silver in the Mercedes garage.

After failing to find Niki inside the garage area, Elisabeth headed out into the pit lane. She felt dizzy from what had happened, so many thoughts mingling inside her mind. The turmoil inside her was distracting, and made finding her father even more difficult. Despite being outside, her head was still there inside the garage, in Toto’s arms, feeling the warmth of his touch and the texture of his shirt on her skin.

“This is wrong, Elisabeth”, she scolded herself, as if self-reproach could magically make her stop feeling everything she felt for that man.

— Mauslein? — she heard a voice that snapped her out of her thoughts. Her father was looking at her, a curious expression on his face. He had his hands in his jeans’ pocket and a tight smile on his lips.

Without saying a word, Elisabeth gave him a hug.

“Sorry, Dad”, she thought with a tight throat.

[banjotheturtle]

My thoughts on Great Pretender Razbliuto (warning spoilers)

I’ve just gotten round to watching the spin off show and I’ll be honest I didn’t think we were going to get anymore content, i know they hinted at it with the showing of Dorothy at the end of season 2 but I didn’t think GP was popular enough so the fact that we have a spin off is a blessing haha. I know there is always that hope when you watch a spin off to see the original characters and I know it’s not guaranteed but I wish we could have more than a name drop for Abby and Cynthia. I will say I really did like how they built up the tension at the end for Laurent’s reveal. I like most of the new characters I think they have fun personalities that make me laugh ( I’ll be honest when I watched the trailer I thought Hayashi was a masc lesbian.. haha ). The artwork is still stunning especially the colourful backgrounds and character designs, the linework somehow looks even more fluid than the actual original show if that’s even possible?! The plot is fine, I think I’m just nostalgic for our main 4 ganging up together on a target that it feels kinda weird having an “on the run” type plot instead of a high tension personal scamming game. The music is excellent as per usual. The visual Parallels were so well thought out!

I would say overall it’s pretty good, I prefer the main series but I’ve always liked Dorothy as a character so it’s fun to see her more also I think that this is probably going to be the last piece of great pretender official content that we’ll get ( unless the artist who’s drawing the manga gets better ) so I’m quite happy with this film :)

[starlitangels]

Broken (Not Broken) - Part 4

Welcome to what is most likely to be the final part of the Broken (Not Broken) little mini-series! 2.8k words CW: fantasy violence, blood (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 3.5)(Epilogue)

—

“Be careful, baby,” David said. “You know I hate that stupid motorcycle.”

He heard his partner snicker. “I know you hate it. Why do you think I still like riding it so much?”

“You get off on making me nervous?” David asked.

They laughed on the other end of the call. “I will neither confirm nor deny—but that’s not why I still ride my bike. I’m just hoping one of these days you’ll unwind a little and cool it,” they replied. “I’m a safe driver. I know you think I’m a reckless, bullheaded, wayward idiot, but I have never gotten in a traffic accident. Because I actually am pretty safe when I—” They paused.

“Baby?” David asked.

They swore under their breath.

David heard shuffling of leather on the other end of the line. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he demanded.

He heard his partner scream—a scream he never would have imagined possible from them.

The call went dead.

“Dammit,” David muttered under his breath. He pushed himself out of his desk chair and left his office. “Ash!”

Asher looked up from the Rubik’s cube he’d been flicking while “reading” some paperwork. “‘Sup—wait, what’s wrong?”

“Tank. We were on the phone and I heard them scream and then the call cut.” His knuckles were blanching with how hard he was gripping his phone.

Milo perked up from where he’d been looking between a calculator and his computer screen. “Do you two share your locations with each other on Google Maps or anythin’?” he asked.

David couldn’t help but clench his teeth. “No. Not yet. We were talking about it, but haven’t.”

Milo bounced his eyebrows and hopped nimbly out of his chair, extending a hand. “Can I see your phone, please?”

David handed it over. Milo took it and plugged it into his computer. He plopped back down in his desk chair and started pulling up windows David had never seen before. “What... are you doing?” he asked.

Milo didn’t break eye contact with his screen. “Pingin’ the GPS in their phone. If that don’t work, triangulatin’ your call with them.”

“How do you know how to do that?” Ash asked.

“His mate’s an Investigator for the Department,” David reasoned.

Milo snorted so hard he started coughing. “Please,” he muttered with gleeful sass. “I’ve been able to do this since looong before I met them.” David grunted. Milo shot a quick glance over his shoulder. “Never once claimed to be a chaste pinnacle of purity.”

“Noted,” David said.

Milo chuckled.

His computer dinged like a bell. “Bingo,” he said. He took the location and put it into David’s phone. “That’s where their phone’s pingin’ right now. Doesn’t appear to be movin’. Start there.” He unplugged David’s phone from his computer and handed it back. 

David snatched it. “Thank you, Milo.”

“Want us to come with you?” Ash asked, halfway out of his chair, Rubik’s cube forgotten.

“Ash, come with. Milo, stay here and keep an eye on everything.”

“You got it, boss,” Milo said, settling into his chair. 

Ash sprung from his and half-jogged to keep up with David’s quick stride out of the office. They got in David’s car. David handed his phone to Asher. “Don’t let the screen turn off. Navigate for me.”

“Sure thing.” Ash put his seatbelt on as David did the same.

—

Everything hurt and I was fairly certain at least one of my ribs was broken. Again. I groaned quietly, reaching toward my sides to feel for busted bones.

Someone scoffed nearby. “Well, well. You came back to consciousness faster than I thought. I figured you’d be out for at least a couple hours. Congratulations on only being out for forty-five minutes.” A nasally, female voice. One that, unfortunately, I recognized. I groaned again. Less quietly. This time in complaint.

“What do you want, Dorothy?” I complained.

“It’s Dotty, wolf,” she spat.

I peeled my eyes open. “I don’t give a damn,” I retorted. “I already kicked your ass once. Yours and... What’s-Her-Name’s. The other vamp with you a few months ago. You think I really care what your preferred nickname is?”

“You should be grateful you’re still alive. I could have drained you while you were unconscious.”

“But you didn’t. Which means you need me alive. What are you gonna do, tell Quinn you’ve got me chained down? He won’t care.”

“But I could warn him you’re hunting him down.”

“Could,” I agreed, pushing myself so I was sitting up. Pain roared down every nerve ending but I’d been through so much worse before all this. I could sit up through this. High pain tolerance at this point. “But if you were going to, you would have done it while I was passed out. So, what do you actually want with me?” I wrapped my hand over my aching side and glared at the vampiress.

She looked exactly like I remembered. Blonde, dolled up. Obviously used to having money to burn. What was it with vampires and dressing like they were first class passengers on the Titanic?

She also looked surprised. “How... how the hell are you upright?” she demanded. “I’ve never seen a human take a beating like that and stay upright.”

“I’m not like normal people, if you couldn’t guess,” I retorted. “I’m not just human. I’m a damn werewolf, princess.” I spat the title like it was poison past my lips. She sneered at me, fangs extending and gleaming in the half-light.

I growled back at her. Mine much more feral and animalistic. I didn’t have fangs in human form, but that didn’t make my bared teeth any less of a threat than hers.

“Put those teeth away,” she spat. “You have no power here.”

I snorted. “I’m a shifter, Dotty. My magic isn’t in my Core to be muted like any other empowered human’s. Mine is in every. Cell. Of my body.” I managed to get my knees underneath me. This was going to hurt. Probably me more than her. But if I could do enough just to get away...

I spat blood out onto the ground between me and her. She still looked shocked.

Good.

With my knees beneath me, I planted one hand on the ground, the other still holding my side.

I let that hand fall to the ground with a small grunt.

Clenching my jaw, I squeezed my eyes shut.

The wolf erupted out of me faster than it ever had before—minus the night I found Quinn attacking my friend.

As a wolf, I was tougher and more resilient than I was in human form. In human form, I was as fragile as anyone. As a wolf, though? As a wolf I could take a lot more punishment and feel a lot less pain.

Snapping my jaws, I leapt at her.

—

David burst into the house. He’d recognize those growls and snarls anywhere.

A massive grey-and-tan wolf was thrown through the wall. David didn’t miss the yip of pain, but it seemed they were trying to tough it out.

A blonde vampiress rushed through the hole the wolf left in the wall.

David swore under his breath and shifted.

His snarl tore through the air in the house. The blond vampire and the wolf both turned to look at him. If a wolf could smile without lips, the grey-and-tan wolf did.

Hey baby, his partner greeted.

Hearing them call him that filled his blood with so much adrenaline it caused his lungs to ache for more oxygen.

Need some help? David asked, leaping on the vampire.

I totally had it covered, his partner replied. Apart from the fact that at least one of my ribs is probably broken.

David huffed out his nose since he couldn’t snort or scoff. Of course, he said. Catching the vampiress’ shoulder in his teeth, a whip of his neck sent her flying through a wall. What’s her problem?

Me. As usual, his partner replied. David rolled his eyes as the vampire came rushing back at the both of them. David made sure he was between her and his partner. If their rib was broken, it was better he take the hits.

The vampiress slammed into him before she could reach his partner. David was big as a wolf. Always had been. He took the hit and barely felt a thing. When most empowered people thought of a “powerful” magical user, they thought of lighting the sky on fire, wiping out an entire city with an earthquake, an illusion so massive it was difficult to distinguish it from reality, a nightmare someone couldn’t wake up from, an impenetrable ward, a sonic blast that could level buildings, a tsunami controlled by one person. Most empowered people didn’t give shifters a second thought when thinking about “powerful” magic.

David was a powerful shifter. For shifters, powerful magic affected their other form. David was bigger, faster, and stronger than any member of his pack as a wolf—and probably most other wolves in the city in other packs. He knew his reputation. An intimidating alpha who was fiercely loyal to his pack—a powerhouse of a wolf who took and dealt damage like a force of nature.

The vampire seemed surprised when her body slam did nothing. Hell, David didn’t budge an inch.

She hissed at him. He snarled back.

In a blur of movement even he couldn’t track, she dodged around him. David swore and twisted to pursue.

Too late.

She grabbed his partner by the scruff of their neck and hurled them. Their body busted through two walls before coming to a rest outside the front of the house. David couldn’t ignore the way their whines and yelps of pain tore at his heartstrings.

Baby—baby, are you okay? David demanded.

The mental link wasn’t just quiet—it was gone. They were unconscious or...

No. No. They were tougher than that. David shook his head. He couldn’t let himself think like that. They were still alive. They were so tough. They always had been. It was one of the reasons he’d fallen for them so hard in the first place.

That didn’t make seeing their broken, wolfish body on the floor any easier or less heartbreaking.

Snarling and feeling damn near feral—at least, the wildest he’d ever felt in his life—David pounced on the vampire.

—

I woke up feeling like death warmed over. My entire body was aching and I was exhausted. My eyelids were heavy and I didn’t even want to bother opening them. I could just tell that if I opened my eyes, they would hurt.

I tried to raise a hand to rub my eyes, but it was heavy and my muscles didn’t want to respond like they normally would.

“Baby!” a breathless voice whispered.

“D... David?” I rasped.

I felt pressure around my hand as his grip closed around mine, but I didn’t feel his skin. I felt... fabric?

No. No, it was texture similar to fabric, but I knew the difference between fabric and gauze without needing to look. I’d been bandaged plenty enough to tell. I groaned. “What happened?” I groaned. “Is... is she...?”

I could practically hear David’s jaw clenching. “Subdued. Taken into custody,” he ground out. “She threw you through two walls and I lost my cool.” His grip tightened around my fingers. “I... I saw red. No one gets to hurt my m—partner like that and get away with it.”

I pretended not to notice the way he almost said mate instead of partner. We’d have that discussion another time—when I didn’t feel like someone was forcing golf balls through either of my temples.

“Is that why my hand is all bandaged up?”

David sighed. “Yeah. You got pretty beaten up.” He took a deep breath. “Marie is on her way over so she can help get you patched up.”

I grunted.

“How... how are you feeling? Are you hungry?”

I finally managed to peel one eye open. David was sitting in a chair beside the bed I was lying on. Both of his hands were wrapped around my hand closest to him. He didn’t look much worse for wear. But he hadn’t fallen unconscious—so I assumed he’d cleaned himself up after the fight. Ever the neat, organized alpha.

“You’re really asking me about food, right now?” I managed a weak smile. “Glad to know you’ve always got your priorities, big guy.”

David snorted and rolled his eyes. Those incredible, vibrant green eyes. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”

I realized we were in his bedroom. He’d brought me back to his place, not mine.

“Yeah, but you love me,” I replied.

His expression softened. “I do. I do love you. And don’t you ever forget it, you troublemaker.”

“Hey,” I protested tiredly. “This one, for once, was not my fault. Need I remind you that she kidnapped me.” I raised a hand and waved it around vaguely as if it would prove my point.

“After you picked a fight with her a few months ago,” David pointed out.

“She attacked me first that time too.”

“After you provoked her with that smart mouth of yours.”

I opened my mouth to defend myself again, then paused and closed it. Okay. He had a point there.

He noticed the way I seemed to concede that point to him and chuckled. “You never answered the question, by the way,” he said. “Are you hungry? I can make you some soup or something.”

I shook my head—even though it made my neck ache to do so. “Don’t leave me,” I said. “Stay here.”

His grip tightened on my hand. “I’m not going anywhere. Not if you don’t want me to.”

I pulled on his hands. “Hold me?”

Normally, he probably would have given me attitude, poking fun at the fact that I was asking for affection for once.

But he didn’t. Just pushed himself to his feet and circled the bed so he could climb onto it next to me. He gathered me to him, tucking my head under his chin. The contact made some of my injuries ache, but it felt good to have him surrounding me. His warmth, his strength—David was safe. He was safety. I’d managed, in that old house, to keep my relief at seeing him to myself. Instead of projecting it down the mental link.

But the moment I’d laid eyes on the veritable brick wall that was David’s pitch black wolf form, I’d been relieved. I didn’t need saving. I could have handled myself, but the fact of the matter remained that I loved him, and seeing him made me feel like the situation wasn’t as dire as I’d thought.

His arms around me were strong. Grounding. Reminding me that I was really here. All the mistakes I’d made in the past—all the hell I’d raised and razed—they led me to lying in bed with David. And, despite every ounce of reason saying he should feel otherwise toward me, he loved me too. We’d only been dating for a couple weeks—actually, a little over a month—but I felt my wolf calm down every time we were in the same room together.

David reached up and palmed the back of my head. “I’m... glad you’re okay, baby,” he said quietly. “I... I was really scared, when I heard you scream and the call cut.”

Oh my God—he was shaking. David Shaw, the strongest (most emotionally constipated) person in Dahlia, was shaking. I really had scared him.

“I’m sorry,” I said. I hated apologizing. Never did if I could help it. But I felt like I needed to.

“It’s not your fault. I’m just relieved that you’re okay.”

“Thank you. For coming to help me.”

He kissed my forehead. “Always. I’ll always come for you.”

I nodded. “Can we... stay like this for a while?”

“As long as you want, or until Marie gets here.”

“Fair enough.” I tilted my face up and kissed David’s jaw. He met my lips, capturing them softly. “I love you, David,” I added quietly.

“I love you too.”

I snuggled my face against his chest, just listening to his steady, sturdy heartbeat. Despite the fact that I was beaten to hell and back, I was alive. I was going to heal and recover. I was loved—one of the harder concepts to wrap my mind around, still—and I was... home. My small apartment had always just been a place to crash and keep what few belongings I ever bothered with.

David was home.

[birdofdawning]

The Woman From the Sea

The beginning is here; the previous part is here.

5. Mendacity

They sit at the kitchen table eating. Dottie is looking out at the black clouds rolling in from the ocean.

“Gonna be another bad night, I’m afraid,” says the Lighthouse Keeper. “The forecast is for several days of bad weather.”

“Well, it was a lovely afternoon,” says Dottie absently. “I thought lighthouses were all automated these days?”

“Oh, yeah most are,” says the Lighthouse Keeper. “But Grey’s Rock is outside of the arm of the Cape and it gets hit with every storm that blows up the Atlantic. And it’s right on the approach to Boston, so someone has to be out here to fix anything that goes wrong as soon as it happens. ‘Cause if the weather’s bad a boat might not be able to get out here for a few days. Well, it could get out here, but they might not be able to land.”

Dottie frowns. “But surely it’s not best practice for a remote station to be manned— (‘manned’?” she wonders, suddenly unsure; “Maintained?” suggests the Lighthouse Keeper, and Dottie brightens) “Maintained by only one person? What if something happened to you?”

“Yeah, you’re not wrong. And the Rock had a rotating staff of three guys for decades. Over a century. Then they went down to two about twelve years ago, and when I came along they decided they only needed one. Budget cuts.” The Lighthouse Keeper offers more beans and rice, but Dottie shakes her head. “And frankly, with satellites and maritime GPS and everything I think we would have gone automated by now too if the Rock wasn’t in some weird black zone for all that stuff.” She serves herself the last of the food. “Once they crack that I’d say I’ll be back on the mainland.”

“How long have you been out here?” asks Dottie, curious.

“Comin’ up two years,” says the Lighthouse Keeper. “Three weeks on, one week off. This is day seven.”

“And you just… maintain the lighthouse?”

“Well, I mostly read. And go for short walks. You can’t really go for long walks here.” She gives Dottie a wry grin. “Truth is, there’s not enough work for one person here, let alone three. Until the weather blows up and there is,” she adds more seriously, “and then you gotta be paying attention. Watch out for problems, get things fixed as soon as you can. Day or night, it doesn’t matter. The beacons have gotta be going. But yeah, summers, anyway, are pretty much weeks of holidaying by the sea. On a bare rock in the ocean. All by yourself.”

Dottie stares out the window. “It sounds…”

“Lonely? Or ‘nice and relaxing’? Those are the two things people say when they hear what I do.”

Dottie gives her a long look. “Challenging. Unless you were the right person. At the right time in your life. Then it might be… centering.”

The Lighthouse Keeper is surprised but keeps her face impassive. “Yeah, maybe. But we gotta talk about you now.”

She isn’t surprised when Dottie immediately looks evasive. She’s realising that her guest a) isn’t keen to talk about herself, and b) has about the worst poker face the Lighthouse Keeper has ever seen. And she’s met some terrible liars in her time, but she feels like she can read every emotion that washes over Dottie’s features.

Dottie clears her throat. “Alright,” she says.

“Okay then, let me clear some space here.” Dottie stands with her, and they work together without speaking, stacking the plates on the countertop ready to be washed. The Lighthouse Keeper fetches a legal pad and a pencil.

“Right. So your full name. Dorothy I guess? Dorothy…?”

“Isles,” says Dottie. Was there a hesitation? Maybe, but the Lighthouse Keeper thinks this is true, or at least close to the truth.

“Okay, great. Where do you live, Ms Isles?”

Dottie reaches up to grip her collar tightly closed and the Lighthouse Keeper waits.

“I, um, don’t actually live anywhere right now.” This rings true. “I’ve been staying in the family beach house. Quite alone.” Also true. Dottie grips her collar in a tight fist and takes a deep breath. “Actually, I’ve decided to move to Paris for a few years. So I’ve given up my house and put everything in storage. And I was having a short holiday at the Cape before I left the country.” Not so true. The Lighthouse Keeper writes it all down without comment. She’s not a cop anymore, and Dottie will be someone else’s problem to sort out soon enough.

“So there’s not really anyone to contact. Not right away. My mother will expect to hear from me in the next few weeks though. But she’s in France.”

“Gotta be someone, Dottie. Someone’s gonna have to meet you when you get to the mainland,” the Lighthouse Keeper says without looking up from her writing.

“I, um…” When Dottie’s voice trails away the Lighthouse Keeper glances up. Dottie has gone bright red. “No. There isn’t. I don’t have any… friends. Not really. Not for something like this. And, as I said, my family isn’t in this country.”

“People from work?”

“I resigned from my workplace some time ago.”

They stare at each other for a long moment before Dottie looks away.

“Okay. Okay. Well, you can deal with that once you get to Boston.”

“Oh. Couldn’t I go back to the Cape? My things are there, and—”

The Lighthouse Keeper puts her pen down. “Dottie, you were in the ocean for I don’t know how long in order to get all the way out here — or were you in a boat? Either way, it’s a miracle you survived and washed up here. Last night felt pretty touch and go, I gotta tell you. And someone’s gotta check you out, someone a bit more qualified than a lighthouse keeper with an outdated first-aid manual. You need to see a doctor.”

“I am a doctor,” says Dottie.

Well, that explains some stuff. “Okay, and as a doctor what would you recommend for someone who had been swimming in cold sea water for half a night?”

“I would… want them to go and be examined properly in a hospital,” concedes Dottie reluctantly.

The Lighthouse Keeper picks up her pen again. “Yeah, you would. So when I can get a boat out here you’re going to Boston, and you’re going to be looked after. And that’s non-negotiable. How did you end up in the water anyway?”

The Woman From the Sea blinks several times. “I was on a boat…” she says, carefully.

“Great. A ferry? A yacht? A sailboat? What?”

Her hand is at her throat again. “A row boat.”

The Lighthouse Keeper gives her another long look. “You were in a row boat. Wearing an evening dress. At night. During a storm.”

“Yes,” says Dottie. “Well, the weather seemed temperate when I left.”

“The storm has been blowing for almost three days, Dottie.”

The Woman From the Sea frowns at this. “That can’t be right.”

“Hey, you know what? It doesn’t matter.” The Lighthouse Keeper throws her pen down and stands up. “I got your name, and I’ll get a boat out here for you, and then you can tell them whatever the hell you want. Not my problem.” She steps over to the sink and starts filling it with hot water from the jug.

After a moment she feels movement at her elbow. “Sorry,” whispers the Woman From the Sea.

The Lighthouse Keeper turns with some ugly retort sitting ready in her mouth. But looking up at her she sees a person who expects the anger. Who is waiting for it and accepts it as her lot. What she deserves. And abruptly the Lighthouse Keeper hates herself and her harshness.

“Dottie, are you in trouble?” asks the Lighthouse Keeper, more gently. “You’re safe here, you know that right? It’s only you and me.”

But Dottie lowers her eyes and doesn’t speak.

Okay then.

“Grab a towel.” The Lighthouse Keeper nods at a lower drawer, and they wash the dishes in silence.

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My brain randomly was like it's the Miami gp, Golden girls is set in Miami so now I'm trying to figure which driver would be which golden girl. Fernando is Sophia without question. You know I'm right. In that vain, I'm thinking Max/Esteban are Dorothy and Lance/Lando are Rose and screw it I'm bringing Jenson back to be Blanche you know I'm right in that regard too lmfao.

As for who the golden girls would support, Sophia and Dorothy being Italian were assigned Ferrari at birth. Dorothy has had to hide Sophia's passport because she is at the point of flying to Maranello and taking over as team principal. Sophia has cursed Binotto, she thinks she may have overdone it and accidentally cursed all of Ferrari and is trying desperately to undo it. Dorothy pretends not to care but is yelling anytime Ferrari screws up strategy wise. Blanche supports whichever driver she's feeling most attracted to at the time, is convinced Fernando has been making eyes at her through the tv (great now I have a golden girls at the Miami gp fic idea enjoy my madness lmao). Rose has soft spots for Alex and Max, Alex because they're both animal lovers and Max because Rose is canonically super competitive in regards to sports and loves winning and I think she'd see herself in Max when he starts maxplaining lmao.

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Robert Morgan and David Holyoak, from Cumbria, have been sentenced to jail after being found guilty of neglect that led to the death of Dorothy Morgan, 71, who weighed only four-and-a-half stone when she was admitted to the hospital. The court heard that Robert and David failed to seek medical attention for Dorothy in time, leaving her emaciated, dehydrated, and covered in bedsores. The neglectful conditions in the family home in Whitehaven led to Dorothy developing gangrene and ultimately passing away nine days after being hospitalized. Both Robert and David were sentenced by Carlisle Crown Court, with Robert receiving a three-year jail term and David receiving two years and eight months. The prosecution stated that the defendants failed to provide Dorothy with food, water, and basic care, despite being aware of the high risk to her life. The defense argued that Robert did not have the emotional awareness to notice the severity of Dorothy's deteriorating health, while David was dominated by Dorothy's decisions. The judge acknowledged that Dorothy may have resisted seeking medical help, but emphasized that the defendants could have taken steps to provide her with a more hygienic environment and prevent the severe bedsores. Robert's defense attorney described the case as both sad and unusual, highlighting the impact of losing a wife and mother. David's attorney emphasized his love for his mother and his failure to care for her properly. The judge condemned the defendants for their gross negligence, which resulted in Dorothy being near death when she was admitted to the hospital, unable to communicate. The direct cause of her death was determined to be emaciation and neglect of the infected bedsores. Despite regrets expressed by the defendants, the judge held them responsible for Dorothy's death, emphasizing their lack of awareness of the severity of her condition. The court proceedings included details of a phone call in which Robert described Dorothy as looking like someone from a death camp when she was hospitalized. The judge stressed that the neglect became criminal as early as three weeks before Dorothy's admission to the hospital, when the defendants should have sought medical help from a GP or social services. The defense cited the challenging circumstances faced by Robert, who worked long hours and struggled with eating and sleeping, as factors contributing to the neglect. However, the jury concluded that the defendants failed to realize the imminent danger Dorothy was in, highlighting their responsibility for the tragic outcome. In conclusion, the sentencing of Robert Morgan and David Holyoak for the neglect that led to Dorothy Morgan's death highlighted the tragic consequences of their actions. The court found them guilty of failing to provide basic care and medical attention to Dorothy, leading to her severe emaciation and bedsores. Despite expressions of regret and lack of emotional awareness, the judge held them accountable for the criminal neglect that resulted in Dorothy being near death when hospitalized. The case serves as a reminder of the importance of recognizing and addressing signs of neglect and ensuring the well-being of vulnerable individuals.

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A Small Business Entity Responds to NASA / AARO UAP Meeting 6/03/2023 - 884 DAYS ONLINE To: science.nasa.gov (and those accessing tumblr, anywhere in the world.) The message below was a chore to post, it blurred and pained the eyes, it grew longer and longer, with edits and rewording, then - autosaving on tumblr nearly broke my mind, it took three days before the tumblr autosave battle was won, and I could press send, and post the thing. This post is not my best work, I sometimes sound brash and cocky, like a country fair carney selling to Dorothy Gale, and I apologize, (but,... if you can imagine being in my shoes, you can see the challenge.) if you can focus on the message - you will see that there is something to this tale. Thank you for your time. ________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________ Two days ago,... on May 31st, 2023, the day We broke 1000 new visitors for the month of May, the National Air and Space Administration, and the newly created Pentagon entity, the All-domain Anomalous Resolution (the place for 'everything anywhere' - that makes no sense', this is where you go - for Answers) Office, held a PUBLIC 4 hour talk on UAP - by the Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena Independent Study Team. Let it be known, that those of us here at the Home Office, have nothing but AWE and RESPECT for NASA, and what it has been able to accomplish - as has been witnessed on LIVE TV. KUDOS to NASA! I grew up watching launches before going to school. My grade school classmate was a niece of one of the Apollo 1 crew. (She was like a sad movie star to me, and I acted so goofy around her, I was such a silly boy back then! I apologize.) I support the work of NASA, I always will. KUDOS on Apollo XIII, KUDOS to Voyager, and Spirit and Opportunity rovers, - KUDOS on MANY AMAZING achievements! That being said,... AARO - Dr. Sean Kirkpatrick, "Without sufficient data we are unable to reach defendable conclusions". "People don't understand the Scientific Method and why we have to do, the things, we have to, do,... AND BECAUSE we can't just come out and say - '... the greatest thing... that could happen to ME,... is... 'Hey, I know where all these things are, here you go,...'  - but, they DON'T,...  (Who? Wait. What?)'... and it's going to take us time to RESEARCH all of that." Wait,... 'what' - was he talking about? (Who is  - 'they'?) Since 12/31/2020,... (for 883 days now), A Urumalli, U Macinasar, G Entum - Unique Destinations Enterprise and UniqueDestinations.org has SHARED with the ENTIRE PLANET (NOVEL/new) information, (of a 'bug-on-a-mount-board' variety, but better - because it is - in situ!) (Over time Updates have been provided, and work conducted to improve the  script, so that it might be comprehendible in 104 languages, and then, a 'select-text-to-voice' feature, added - for those with vision and/or literacy issues.) In the early moments of 4/16/2023 - a new 'Red Curtain Tour' music video premiered on our Home page bottom. (This was 3 days before the AARO, gave its presentation on UAPs to Congress on 4/19/2023!) (There was no mention of new - three day old - musical walk-around-tour video, at the meeting.) (Yes, AARO, GPS Coordinates are a thing!) Once upon a time, on a cold, and dreary December day, back in 2018, now 54 months passed,... my sensitive 'rock-hound eyes' stumbled on several things that I considered - rather 'boggling'.

And one of those things,... but, not the first - that I beheld,... caused me - quite - a 'stir' - (I can tell you!) when I finally looked CLOSE - and realized - what - exactly - I had discovered! (Listen to the Back Story to comprehend better.) Instantly I saw possibility. I saw opportunity, a MULTITUDE of opportunities. - A veritable lotus-blossom-on-lotus-blossom of opportunities. For personal financial boon, (yes, of course!), it deserves a proper 'recognition', But equally as awesome, is the opportunity it has presented, as a platform, to allow me speak before the World, and to share new info. - The gift of 'adding' to the body of Human Knowledge - contributing something - 'new'.  It is a remarkable feeling and experience to be in this position. It is quite something. Giving all the opportunity to read, think, reflect,... rededicate ourselves, give ourselves a chance to pause, consider, take a fresh breath,... form a fresh start? To consider passions, skills, hopes, and dreams? To inform us all, to try grow up, strive to be of help to others, to be aware of things that can be improved, reinforced, reworked,... to strive improve, as individuals, and as, a species? If we strive to improve our social graces, be more mindful and act/behave more responsibly? Realize - that each day we wake - is a gift - and we respond by striving to improve our interactions with our fellow humanity and planetary neighbors? Change the tunes we hum. Take ownership of our actions, to be responsible for what we are doing, to actively take ownership of our days, so that we might find more gardens blooming and smiles a-plenty, and happy sounds of life,... (Certain folk might take note, of the happier tunes being sung, and come forth, voluntarily, and say, 'Well done!' - NO! - NOT like THAT! - They might come forth and say - we 'pass' the test.) It is high time for humankind to grow up, find 'maturity' as a species. We need to step up, and strive for great things. Only the living can take action. Only the living can change the way things are. Climate Change is real too! (And STOP the hurling space junk!) Such is my voice on matters. I feel a 'strength', because of that which - I have beheld. (This is the direction I am aim for. This has filled my mind since the very start.) I needed to shape this narrative as much as I could strive do, so that those elements that I hold most dear, might get the attention they deserve, and the focus and flow be directed toward the most positive of outcomes.

I created a unique treasure hunt structure, so that those at the very top economically, might have another pinnacle/'mountain' to climb, and in the doing, serving to lift me up, 'stone-souped', into the philanthropic class, to become, myself, able to effect large-scale changes of my own accord, and help assist new developments, businesses, and dreams - as I have given thought upon (fixing cleft palates, and providing fresh water, and such) Aaaand... to act, as Santa, to my little helpers. (Ask ANY of my Blue Sky Word Press dot org programmer assistants. Each person who has  worked with me, has been told my tale, there must be at least a hundred of them. They are the ones who have heard 'it all', - at least, the stuff, shared over phone lines - they could help you refine, and  flesh-out my story, and intentions.) From the start, I have felt it, a duty to share. It took TWO whole years, before I could manage to package and present my news to the World. (When first turned on, I made an announcement in a 14-part Twitter Tweet consisting of: 1 B/W image; 5 word cut-line; domain name; and was sent to: 74 news agencies; 10 Specialty organizations; and 63 billionaires/foundation - Twitter handles. -(more parties have been shared with, with the passing time.) I feel a need to be responsible, (but also felt it a privilege), to bring into awareness, such - novel information. I felt if I could relay such a tale in as creative, disarming, and goodhearted a fashion, as I might cobbler together,... I might achieve the vibration I am seeking find, because I aim for 'hope' and the 'manifest potential' of success, upon success, upon success, and - not - as Orson Welles - would have it - told.

Recently, I posed myself the Question, 'If I could go back in Time, to my younger self, and relay any wise words,... would I say anything?'  I've had A LOT of great times,... but I've also experienced some pretty terrible times. I realized, being as I am - now, knowing - what - I believe - I do,... I would walk away from my young self, and tell him nothing - I would say - nothing to myself - to help me. Where I 'am' now - in my head, is the coolest place, I could ever imagine to be. (It would be nicer with some bucks, though.) - (I do have plans and places I'd love to visit!) I have a story - rather - a TOME of Tales to tell! I am trying to make this experience as entertaining, and uplifting as possible. As a personal-personal Back story, at the third-largest public post-secondary education institution in my State, the faculty there, thought to award me, scholarship money (so I might continue to assault them with difficult and challenging questions), and later, they pronounced me Valedictorian. (I studied Emergency Medical Technology), and I ate up every subject I was faced with - (except math), I was a late-bloomer, in math. I've also picked up pretty rocks all my life and carted them all the way home to plop in my yard. Over the years, my yard has filled with maybe a ton, of cool rocks. I have/I have 'had' - a discerning eye. I have always had a hunger to comprehend what crosses my visual field. I have now spent 54 months with an object, fully lodged, deeply, in my skull, and my thinking has only grow more tangible, more substantial. I know what I have come to know, and I have the data - to support my extraordinary claims. My intellectual property, (my needle in a planet-sized haystack), the knowledge around which my company was formalized, and my website constructed,... - while this data - remains in my - sole - possession, I will continue to share my points of view - freely - with everyone, while also seeking to find respectful, financial remuneration, and find a repository for the Art, and a hand-off of my Intellectual Property information to others. (Yet NOT to make it SILENCED, NOR DISAPPEARED!) I have always intended to have my data to be acted upon, and disseminated - not hidden away.

Have I mention 'lotus-like' opportunities? As I have said, I have a story - and you haven't even heard - the half of it! But,... in the meantime,... you can listen to The Back-story to the Premier: the Origin Story of Unique Destinations Enterprise. It is AVAILABLE in 22 AI subtitled/translated languages! You can read my script,... see what was done - to counter Orson Welles! You can take a 'Red-Carpet' tour! Read the 'About Us' page! Visit the 'Director's Den'! We have lots of words to read, and Tiktoks, YouTube,  Plurk videos, and tumblr posts to peruse. (Some videos have added music - to enhance the original, 'silent-study' versions.) With Congress resolving to pay its bills (Thank you!), and keep the lights on in the country's galleries and museums, We shall be moving forward with finding a home for Our UFO Art image 'Abstracting Enigma'. We are also  in the process of securing funding, (another thing reliant on a stable fiscal world), for the production of Our small item merchandise.   (We hope to be offering mugs soon!) And also - SOON,... The Second Iteration of the Deep-Dive Delving and the Destination of a Dream/GPS Coordinates to Adventure auction shall commence! (Terms of the Second Iteration Auction, may be different than those presently displayed!) Since 12/31/2020, We have knowingly made extraordinary claims (and I have certainly made BIG goofs!) - (The company name was misspelled, for 580 days before the error was noted! GOOD GRIEF - UGH! Enterprise  was spelled 'Enterprize'!) AND YET, 883 days later, like Hans Christian Andersen - I still am full of tales to tell. (There is even one involving 'Robot Chicken' - I have proof!) Listen to the Back Story. (It is rough, sorry, the book will tell it better - at least, that's the plan.) This - is  The Place to Begin the journey upon the path to entertaining educational illuminative enlightenment! (maybe) Once Upon a time, there was a man who virtually wandered the whole wide world, and saw many an amazing and curious thing. He wrote a bunch of words describing what he had seen. He then formed a company, designed and built a website, and used the website, on the last possible day of '2020' envisioning,... to pull the Curtain back - upon some thing... utterly remarkable. UniqueDestinations.org  is the place to go - if you have curiosity, besides just calcium, in your bones. If you would seek to gain knowledge, about something that may have occurred a VERY, VERY, VERY, long time ago? UniqueDestinations.org can help - point the way. Doctors and distinguished guests  -  (Thank you for your talk! I listened to it twice! 8 hours!) Now please, if you would give a listen to mine, it is only an 1 hour and 5 minutes long. It is accessed from the green 'Press to enter Back Story' button, in the PREMIER UPDATE section on the Home page of UniqueDestinations.org. The Back Story is in English and is subtitled into 22 languages. Click on the flag to pull up the proper subtitled script. I have not vetted the translations, but my Cebuano speaking programmers have said it follows well. (This reminds me, for best reaching the public, the videos that you - NASA - posted on YouTube, would serve better if they would be subtitled. It is easy to accomplish, and it would help those with hearing issues, and language comprehension ability. This is just a suggestion.) - I've used Kapwing, to subtitle and translate my materials, and found it very easy.

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Having faith through the storms

So yesterday I was listening to the Rickey Smiley morning show. He was talking about all that he's been through in his life and how he could still praise God. He went on to say even through the storms he gave thanks. Now, if you don't know, he recently lost his son, I can't imagine, as that has to be the worst thing a parent could ever go through. Yet here he was, still praising and still giving thanks to God, even through such pain and heartbreak.

I also feel that way, as I've been through so much pain in my life. I still give thanks, and I'm so grateful every single day that God wakes me up. Yes, life is tough, and sometimes life just sucks but it's all about how you look at things. You could be mad and not be forgiving to the people that have hurt you or about the things that have happened in your life.

Or you could look at the positive even through your storms.

I always try to look for the lessons in my life even through the bad times. I ask what this is trying to teach me? What is the lesson here that I am supposed to learn? I know firsthand growing up with a negative grandmother. She hated the world and was mad at everything that happened to her, and how that affected her life, my mother's life, and my life because we had to hear about this every single day.

I get it. People hurt you, and yes, things happen. You can think why me? Or blame the world, but it's all about how you look at things. I choose not to be hateful, I choose to be grateful. I choose to be positive, and I choose to give thanks even through the storms. It's all about choices that you make, and this is up to you. You get to choose. How do you want to look at things, and how do you want to be able to move on?

I always say that forgiveness is not for you. It's for the other person. It's about letting go of the hatred and the anger inside yourself. If more people could look at life like this, the world would be a better place. Forgiveness is not that hard. I forgave my rapist. I forgave my verbally abusive husband. I forgave people who had hurt me throughout my life.

Now, don't get this twisted, I will forgive them, but I will love them from afar. I will not allow them to hurt me anymore, but I will no longer hold on to anger or resentment towards them. That is on them, I believe in karma, that everything you've done, eventually comes back to you.

So today my friends, remember the choice is yours. Just like Dorothy finds out in The Wizard of Oz, you've had the power all along. You just need to know it and use it.

You, too, can give thanks even though your storks.

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Thoughts 4 2Day

#VibrateHigher

This phrase, I've been throwing around for a couple of years now.

Energy is vibration n Movements, seen and Unseen.

Wen U vibrate, especially higher, there r unwritten rules that come w the Job.

Firstly, U gotta learn to shut up n, do wat U R told n trust the process.

Secondly.

U gotta learn to talk so those who have no clue what U r rambling on about, can not only hear U,but lissen to understand. Just cuz ur readi doesn't mean They r. Its a delicate dance. And all dance here. Wen we rnt busy floating 😏🎈

That takes a Tact and Grace that get rock polished by time.

3rdly...and dear God this the hardest one.

Being still.

The urge to fix things and help it happen is ....overwhelmingly strong.

Often by our impatience, We make it so much worse.

These lessons we r made to learn.... r NEVER presented Politely.

Often Its rude, harsh and beats the brakes off u-

U down ur core until u come up better.

It is the hardest, most brutal, experience U will ever face.

It will show up ready to work, showing up 2 you as

Pain. Loss. Valuable Things u held as trophies, lost to the Ether, never to be returned. Faith tests.

Loneliness.

The worst betrayals U have ever experienced.

U will want for death, cuz U think that wud be kinder.

All of these things are a stripping away of ur layers to have u emerging in ur best, most clearest, form.

U are awarded Gifts, Love and Guidance from hidden Angel's.

All to protect and prepare U for ur next phases.

What often looks like destruction....Is our dimond,metal-u-r-made of moments.

U can sink or swim.

Stand and B or wallow.

Who u r, at ur shiny best, comes through.

For some it's 5 days of head crunching, Heart Stabbing work. Clearing away Cobwebs and Vermin Pellets dusguised as stagmacy and palpable pains u held onto cuz it felt comfortable.its what u knew to do.

For others, it's a really bad year, losing Everything, ABSOLUTELY, every fortress compound and connection that had kept U safe ur whole life. Gone in instants wo explanations.

Wen those who SUPPOSED to Love u... Were ur Bullies. And their hatred,loathing of U is palpable.

They Been Big, Mad for a long time.

They had never, ever, saw anything as Shiny and Beautiful as U.

Ur mere exsistance confused them,daily.

It can be 3 years being taken away from all U knew and led and Bled to represent even if it was all a facade.2 easily accomplished w no real efforts

Locked in cages, way too small, where Y haf2 reflect on what Left turn, made rightly, got u here.

It cud be 10 years of Grief n pain cuz U,lost Ur best friend and ur compass.

Until u reach out on faith that Someone who loved U,hard once,will still take ur call. They show up running. finding u, they coax ur lungs back to breathing.

And they love u harder than they ever had,this time.

You can finally see n breathe again.

U fall into Ur places, quickly, soon after. Loving Her, Cuz U needed Covalent Bonds- She has always been the one that fit even though U never understood how deeply.

It's an amazing moment wen u realize and really see the problem wasn't U.

The problem is that U were left alone to Ur own devices, to figure it out w a roadmap,guidebook or compass.( GPS hadn't been invented yet.)

With all those obstacles, wen u go through hell, cuz all u ever knew to do was make it through the day ....and ur even shinier.

U kill them.

They hate u,harder.

We r the shiny kind.

We built n glow, different, down here.

We ALWAYS have.

We r cut from cloths, the Anscestors told in stories n whispered voices, ear to ear. CUZ the recipe wud kill the simpler ones.

And yet,here we R.

Emerging, after We had to be reminded, like Dorothy by The Goodest Witch;and Cellie by Sophia and Shug,

"U been Beautiful, this whole time!"

Wars r coming.

Its ok.

We Redi,

This time.

Stay Shiny, My Friends

#TheBeautifulOnes

#ThatShineDoe

#BoutDatShinyLife

#MommaDiva💋