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Some life experiences that may apply to you, Lev St. Valentine

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[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

La Seduction Vengeance // Part Two.

CW: mentions of violence, manipulation

The rope was tight. Enough. Coarse, tied securely around the trunk of a blossom tree outside the house, I observed my setup. If my amateur calculations were correct, the breezeblock suspended from the tree should fall directly onto the bonnet of Mr Thompson's car. It was midnight, people on my street known for getting early nights. That was the lucky thing in my situation, the residents of Blossom Close either over the age of 80 or so inundated with money that they'd be visiting their multiple holiday homes as soon as the sun burned the streets warmer. My dad and I were the youngest on the street, keeping everyone feeling youthful and hopeful with the sitcom-like happiness that used to radiate from our home.

Now, Mr Thompson wasn't a terribly behaved man, he just had some what he called 'old-fashioned' ideals about the way the world was changing. And it was those outlandish opinions shared a little too loudly to those on our street that made me choose him for this particular mission. I needed to get that SUV down this road, and I needed to speak to that officer. Double checking that none of the houses lights had switched on - elderly folk up using the bathroom at witching hour - and when I was sure it was clear I pulled out the shiny engraved switchblade my dad had bought me for my 18th. "Every young woman should have one of these. In case of emergencies, you know?"

I'd consider this an emergency, Dad. Slicing the thick rope in one swift cut, the breezeblock came tumbling down onto the grey metal, the alarm instantly blaring to alert the street. I ran away to my house, three doors down - thankfully - and ran through my screen door. Sweat formed on my brow as I peered through my living room curtains, making sure to keep all my lights off. As I heard commotion and angry yells from Mr Thompson; I knew that was my cue. Wrapping a large hoodie around my frame and pulling it over my head, I pulled an eye mask over my head too, letting it nestle on the rim of my forehead as I slipped on some slippers. Heading out into the cold, dark night once again, I found Darcy coming out to our side of the road.

"Looks like Jerry's in a bit of trouble there." Darcy spoke with a slight giggle. She didn't like him either, not many of the residents of this street did. Looking down the pavement at Mr Thompsons arms flailing about angrily as residents began to gather at the chaos, the all too familiar silhouette of the black SUV came swinging around the corner of the street. Bingo. Clunky black DM's hit the concrete as the young man stepped out of the car, sucking back a disgusting cloud of flavoured smoke from a vape I could see was electric green from down the street. He came towards Mr Thompson and his beautifully wrecked car (you're welcome) before looking around at the other residents. His eyes landed on mine for a moment before drifting back to Mr Thompson.

"He might just be the dishiest officer we've had around here, you know. Your age too." Darcy mumbled as she folded her arms, trying to hug herself away from the chill of the night. I knew what she was trying to do, trying to hook me up with the not entirely unattractive sheriff, but she had no idea of my ulterior motive. I chuckled lightly in her direction, keeping my eyes on the officer. Shit. He was walking towards me. If I end up in a jail cell I'm screw-

"Good evening ladies, or should I say mornin'?" The young man spoke with a sideways smile. Darcy and I smiled in response, her bony elbow nudging mine subtly. I nudged her back. "You lovely ladies see what happened to Gerry's car?"

"No, sir. I was sleeping. Woke up to the alarm blaring." I replied innocently, pointing to the eye mask atop my head. His eyes flickered up to it, studying it for a moment.

"Sleep is for the week?" He read the lettering on it aloud, chuckling to himself as he turned towards Darcy. "What about you, Ms Brook? Know you ain't too fond of the man. Got some weightlifting trophies we don't know about?"

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his ridiculous attempt at humour, my eyes looking over his uniform and his features. He had beauty marks dotted over his skin, ironic considering his cocky personality was so ugly. But the way his kevlar hugged his frame, his cap rested almost over two big chocolate eyes was getting a little intense. He didn't seem that attractive when he was perring out of the SUV window, but I suppose that's a distance away. Doubt flooded my mind that this young man could have possibly killed my father, but I needed to get answers nonetheless.

"Well here's a card with my details on. You know, incase something comes to ya." He said, shoving a little piece of cardboard into just my hand, Darcy peering over my shoulder at the writing. Gator Tillman. Tillman sounded familiar, but i couldn't think where from. I nodded up at Gator, tucking the card into my dressing gown pocket. He walked away, taking one more quick glance over my shoulder at me before patting Mr Thompson on the shoulder; seeming to have made amends with the old crony about fixing his car. Hm. I needed to speak to him more, I thought to myself, as I bid goodnight to Darcy and headed back into my house to sleep. And plan.

Like some kind of crazed, grieving magician I'd been working on my next trick for just a few days. The middle of the night worked best, as it seemed Gator was on call a lot more nightly as of late. I'd decided to make this one a little personal, meticulously planning out a break in. Of my own home. I'd wait until the street was silent, all the elderly folks resting peacefully in their beds - bar Gerry Thompson who I could practically still hear grumbling about his car even still - and I'd smash my front door window in. My dad had left some money in piggybanks in the basement and it was a little window, easy to fix. In he'd come, like a knight in shining camouflage and then I'd out him. Or whatever, I hadn't actually thought of the crux of the trap yet. The onyx sky rolled around quickly, as I bound multiple tea-towels around my fist and headed through my back door and around the porch towards the front. Punching straight through the glass, I unlocked the door and snuck in; making sure to use a pair of my dad's old shoes to tread in the glass. I did the same to my back door, punching out the glass towards the patio so the 'attacker' could escape.

Unwrapping the tea-towels and putting them back in the kitchen drawer, I was relieved that my fist was unharmed. The next part was to wreck my beautiful kitchen, making sure the drawers were emptied and the knife block was menacingly strewn onto the floor as it looked like someone had ransacked the place. Grabbing duct tape from the drawer, I wrapped it around my wrists, pulling it and securing it tightly with my teeth. Some feat. I threw the duct tape underneath the sink. Holding two strips in between the fingers of one hand and my mobile phone in the other, I headed upstairs to my dad's bedroom, sitting in the corner opposite the dresser and tying one of the duct tape strips haphazardly around my ankles. Calling 911, I took some quick breaths in succession before they picked up. Just as an unfamiliar male voice answered, my tied feet kicked the dresser and let everything crash from its top. I screamed for help as the person the phone confirmed someone was on their way. As I covered my own mouth with the final strip of duct tape, I muffled some fake screams through it as the call handler tried to reassure me. Rolling my eyes I took the final step, adrenaline running through my veins at my intricate plan; drawing my head back hard against the wall and slumping down with my eyes.

I came round to a deep voice and a firm hand pinching my shoulder. "Ma'am? Can you hear me?" Groaning and mumbling, I blinked my eyes open to see two officers knelt beside me, holding pieces of duct tape from my body and bottled water. "Is he gone?" I mumbled, mentally noting that I should absolutely write a speech for my upcoming Oscar. "Is who gone? We found signs of forced entry, you're looking at getting two new doors replaced. No perp though." One of the young officers spoke softly. Neither of them were Gator. My entire plan had been to get Gator into a corner, like a little rat. A rat who, no matter how intelligent he may have seemed, had no idea that the person holding the cheese had backed him up into that corner on purpose.

With an inspection of my head and more numbers to call if I was 'alarmed', the officers headed back to their station as I packed a bag to stay at Darcy's for the rest of the night. The officers warned that the 'perp' may come back with my broken doors, so they'd asked my sweet, oblivious neighbour if I could crash at her place. She was kind, as always. Opening the door in her fluffy robe and matching slippers, her smile as warm as the heating that rushed out of the door of her home. "Come on dear, tea is ready for you. Lord knows you must be shaking like a willow in a storm." Her soft voice carried me into her home, as I settled on her floral-patterned couch. We drank tea, as I allowed my mouth to ramble about the horrors of what - I had orchestrated - had happened that evening. I felt awful lying to Darcy's face but the rigid ache in form of flashbacks and memories of my father pushed the lies right out of my mouth.

She gave me a kiss on the head as I stood in the doorway of her spare room. I felt my eyelids tingle with a sadness I hadn't allowed myself to process yet. "You'll be alright darlin'." Darcy's words were gentle, but her actions bore a heavy weight that I think she knew I needed. Then they came, what felt like gallons of tears washing over my cheeks as Darcy wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me against her chest. "Double squeeze." She whispered softly, her arms tensing around my shoulders twice. I pulled away instantly with a worried look on my face between sobs. "How do you know - about - about double squeeze?" I said weakly, my voice wavering with sadness. Darcy's face broke into a sympathetic smile. "I've known you since you were this big, darlin' -" She whispered, holding her index and thumb finger paralell to each other, "Saw you grow up. Saw how your father loved you. Saw how you loved him. He always told me how clever you were, how you were going to take on the world. I still see it. In your eyes, you're still that clever little girl, that clever big man raised you to be. He said to me one day," Darcy spoke with such passion, her elderly voice hinting with her own grief for my father as she grasped my hands tightly, "He said, if I'm ever not here, remind her. Remind her of her bravery and dont forget the double squeeze." I let out a sad chuckle as I kept the flow of sadness streaming down my face as her words clung to my skin like the double squeeze. My father would always hug me, tightly, sometimes so tight that my lungs felt like they could burst. He'd let go with a chuckle, kissing the top of my head as he'd wrap his arms around me tighter, squeezing twice as he mumbled 'double squeeze' into the top of my head. What I'd give to feel that from him again. Darcy's arms were thick, soft and plush and the squeeze felt too kind. I needed the air knocked out of me. With a sad smile, I hugged her and thanked her for her kindness tonight as I shut the door behind me and settled into the squeaky metal bed frame. I hugged one of her downy cushions tightly, letting a few more tears hit the pillow. "Take on the world." "Clever little girl." Darcy's words echoed around my head as I tossed and turned, staring up at the mottled ceiling. I needed to get to that smarmy officer. Pretty boy. Dangerous for an active murderer to wear such a sweet smile. I needed to come up with something better.

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[female-malice]

Remember: aiming to be less bad than straight men is a pathetic goal.

The goal should be reducing the harm inflicted on other women as much as possible. Trying to be less bad than men comes nowhere close to that.

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[officialyourdailyinspiration]

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Jesus said to her, “I AM the resurrection, and the life; he who is believing in Me, even if he may die, will live; — John 11:25 | Literal Standard Version (LSV) Literal Standard Version Bible Copyright © 2020 by Covenant Press. Cross References: John 1:4; John 3:16; John 5:21; John 5:26; John 6:39; John 14:6; Colossians 3:4

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[kitchensunflowers]

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[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

La Séduction Vengeance //

she lost the thing she loved the most, but unbridled authority left her using the oldest trick in the book to find answers.

Part One.

Part Two.

Part Three.

Part Four.

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[female-malice]

Patriarchal male culture is 100% harm.

If you're creating a culture, is your only goal to have less harm than patriarchal male culture?

"We're less toxic than patriarchal men. We're causing less harm than patriarchal men."

But are your cultural patterns and tropes causing zero harm? No. The goal is to be not as bad as men. That's the limit of cultural ambition.

If there has to be some kind of lesbian culture, the goal should be zero harm. I've already been harmed by patterns and tropes that are regarded as "lesbian culture." When I was a teenager, I thought those patterns and tropes led to a beautiful paradise. I thought about that perfect paradise every day. I couldn't wait to finally get the opportunity to go there. When I left home, I eagerly followed the patterns and tropes. But those patterns and tropes did not lead me to consensual sex. The difference between my naive fantasy and my ugly reality was shocking. After I was sexually assaulted, I ran from myself and tried to identify out of my reality as a lesbian woman. Eventually, I realized there was nowhere to run. I am what I am. But in a way, I'll always feel like an outsider around "lesbian culture." A culture that is less harmful than patriarchal male culture still allowed me to be harmed. So I'll wait around on the periphery until the goal becomes zero harm. And if that never happens, then it never happens. So be it. I'm not convinced sexual orientations even need cultures in the first place.

#most architects of 'lesbian culture' just hate lesbians and hate themselves #and they have limited imaginations and can't imagine what zero harm looks like #lsv

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

The LORD's Vineyard

1 In that day YHWH lays a charge," With His sword—the sharp, and the great, and the strong," On leviathan—a fleeing serpent, "" And on leviathan—a crooked serpent," And He has slain the dragon that [is] in the sea. 2 In that day respond to her, “A desirable vineyard,

3 I, YHWH, am its keeper," I water it every moment," Lest any lay a charge against it," Night and day I keep it!

4 Fury is not in Me; Who gives Me a brier—a thorn in battle? I step into it," I burn it at once.

5 Or—he takes hold on My strength," [That] he makes peace with Me," [And] he makes peace with Me.”

6 He causes those coming in to take root," Jacob blossoms, and Israel has flourished," And they have filled the face of the world [with] increase.

7 Has He struck him as the striking of his striker? Does He slay as the slaying of his slain?

8 In measure, in sending it forth, you strive with it," He has taken away by His sharp wind," In the day of an east wind,

9 Therefore the iniquity of Jacob is covered by this," And this [is] all the fruit—To take away his sin," In his setting all the stones of an altar," As chalkstones beaten in pieces, "" They do not rise—Asherim and images.

10 For the fortified city [is] alone," A habitation cast out and forsaken as a wilderness," There the calf delights," And there it lies down," And has consumed its branches.

11 In the withering of its branch it is broken off," Women are coming in [and] setting it on fire," For it [is] not a people of understanding," Therefore its Maker does not pity it," And its Former does not favor it.

12 And it has come to pass in that day," YHWH beats out from the branch of the river," To the stream of Egypt," And you are gathered one by one, O sons of Israel. 13 And it has come to pass in that day," It is blown with a great horn," And those perishing in the land of Asshur have come in," And those cast out in the land of Egypt," And have bowed themselves to YHWH," In the holy mountain—in Jerusalem! — Isaiah 27 | Literal Standard Version (LSV) Literal Standard Version Bible Copyright © 2020 by Covenant Press. Cross References: Genesis 15:18; Exodus 34:13; Leviticus 26:30; Deuteronomy 30:3-4; Deuteronomy 32:18; Deuteronomy 32:28; 1 Samuel 10:28; Job 3:8; Job 37:12; Psalm 80:8; Isaiah 4:2; Isaiah 5:7; Isaiah 7:21; Isaiah 10:12; Isaiah 10:17; Isaiah 17:2; Isaiah 50:1; Isaiah 54:7; Matthew 3:12; Matthew 24:31; John 10:28; Romans 5:1; 2 Corinthians 5:20; Hebrews 6:8; Hebrews 12:22; Revelation 11:15; Revelation 12:3-4

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[kitchensunflowers]

marjan begins 👏 marjan begins 👏

#finally watched 4x05 #ngl this ep has me most excited for the rest of the season out of any of the eps so far #love marjan always #thought her reaction to everything was great and loved her scenes with owen #really appreciated grace's storyline (& talking about why not calling the cops) too #and paul and asha omggg i love asha already and am excited for their dynamic #and this storyline for paul (finally!) #also really smart to have her as part of hr #so if she becomes a recurring character there's more than one role she can play #loved the hr bit at the beginning #(don't understand the bit with o'brian's nephew and what he's planning? #but i'm okay with that) #gonna miss marjan while she's gone #her journey back has got to be the marjan begins tho right? #and i genuinely might be more excited for that atm than the wedding #lsv #911 ls spoilers #911 lone star spoilers

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