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[mitchismirage]

Saturday At The Farmers Market

Every Saturday I shop at the farmers market. This week I thought I’d take you with me.

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#Eating healthy #Eating local #Support local farmers #Support local ranchers #Support small businesses #Youtube

[justajoshe]

#youtube #youtube shorts #farmers #ranchers #health and safety #health and wellness #support your local farmers

[thefearandnow]

So with Oppenheimer coming out tomorrow, I feel a certain level of responsibility to share some important resources for people to understand more about the context of the Manhattan Project. Because for my family, it’s not just a piece of history but an ongoing struggle that’s colonized and irradiated generations of New Mexicans’ lives and altered our identity forever. Not only has the legacy of the Manhattan Project continued to harm and displace Indigenous and Hispanic people but it’s only getting bigger: Biden recently tasked the Los Alamos National Lab facility to create 30 more plutonium pits (the core of a nuclear warhead) by 2026. So this is a list of articles, podcasts and books to check out to hear the real stories of the local people living with this unique legacy that’s often overlooked. 

This is simply the latest mainstream interest in the Oppenheimer story and it always ALWAYS silences the trauma of the brown people the US government took advantage of to make their death star. I might see the movie, I honestly might not. I’m not trying to judge anyone for seeing what I’m sure will be an entertaining piece of art. I just want y’all to leave the theater knowing that this story goes beyond what’s on the screen and touches real people’s lives: people whose whole families died of multiple cancers from radiation from the Trinity test, people who’s ancestral lands were poisoned, people who never came back from their job because of deadly work conditions. This is our story too.

The first and best place to learn more about this history and how to support those still resisting is to follow Tewa Women United. They’ve assembled an incredible list of resources from the people who’ve been fighting this fight the longest.

https://tewawomenunited.org/2023/07/oppenheimer-and-the-other-side-of-the-story

The writer Alicia Inez Guzman is currently writing a series about the nuclear industrial complex in New Mexico, its history and cultural impacts being felt today.

https://searchlightnm.org/my-nuclear-family/

https://searchlightnm.org/the-abcs-of-a-nuclear-education/

https://searchlightnm.org/plutonium-by-degrees/

Danielle Prokop at Source NM is an excellent reporter (and friend) who has been covering activists fighting for Downwinder status from the federal government. They’re hoping that the success of Oppenheimer will bring new attention to their cause.

https://sourcenm.com/2023/07/19/anger-hope-for-nm-downwinders/

https://sourcenm.com/2022/01/27/new-mexico-downwinders-demand-recognition-justice/

One often ignored side of the Manhattan Project story that’s personal for me is that the government illegally seized the land that the lab facilities eventually were built on. Before 1942, it was homesteading land for ranchers for more than 30 families (my grandpa’s side of the family was one). But when the location was decided, the government evicted the residents, bought their land for peanuts and used their cattle for target practice. Descendants of the homesteaders later sued and eventually did get compensated for their treatment (though many say it was far below what they were owed)

https://www.hcn.org/issues/175/5654

Myrriah Gomez is an incredible scholar in this field, working as a historian, cultural anthropologist and activist using a framework of “nuclear colonialism” to foreground the Manhattan Project. Her book Nuclear Nuevo Mexico is an amazing collection of oral stories and archival record that positions New Mexico’s era of nuclear colonialism in the context of its Spanish and American eras of colonialism. A must read for anyone who’s made it this far.

https://uapress.arizona.edu/book/nuclear-nuevo-mexico

There isn’t a ton of podcasts about this (yet 👀) but recently the Washington Post’s podcast Field Trip did an episode about White Sands National Monument. The story is a beautifully written and sound designed piece that spotlights the Downwinder activists and also a discovery of Indigenous living in the Trinity test area going back thousands of years. I was blown away by it.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/podcasts/field-trip/white-sands-national-park/

#oppenheimer #oppenheimer movie #barbenheimer #manhattan project #new mexico #los alamos #I never do posts like this #but I felt compelled #theres just so much like nuclear worship going on right now

[luimagines]

A Kabedon Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part three will include Time, Twilight and Legend.

Content under the cut!

Time

There was something that you wanted to try, but you weren’t entirely sure how you were going to go about it.

Sure it would be fun- but only in your head. What if you came on too aggressive? What if he took it the wrong way?

You were stuck in your thoughts as you walked with Time through the small village. It was small enough that it could hardly be called a village. There was no way it could support your group as it was, so you all were camping nearby.

The locals were hospitable and humble but there was little trade to be done between the two parties. You both managed to get more food but the other supplies were lacking.

You sighed and shook your head. Whatever.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” Time speaks softly.

You turn to him and tilts your head. “They’re not that interesting. It’s a bit disappointed that we couldn’t get everything we need. Although I can’t say that I’m surprised.” 

Time hums in reply and nods his head. “I can agree with the sentiment. But we’ve all dealt with worth. We can make it work.”

You want to fight that idea but keep your mouth shut. Instead, you feel like following through with your midday fantasy and you push Time to the side. You shove him up against the tree and trap him there with both of your arm on either side of his body.

Now what?

Time is shocked to say the least but he’s quick to recover. “And what is this about?”

You begin to fluster- not having thought this through. “Hush. Let me think.”

“I don’t recall saying much.” Time raises an eyebrow- beginning to see through you.

“Shush!”

Time bites back his smile and waits. You poke his chest, leaning to appear intimidating but you don’t any words to say. It’s so awkward.

“You may have dealt with worse.” you settle on saying your earlier comment. If only to save your pride. “But my little brother is all that I have. I have to make sure that I get back to him. It’s going to increasingly difficult to do so when the supplies are split between ten individuals.”

You nod for good measure. There. Told him so.

Time’s expression doesn’t change. 

When you pull back, ready to pitch yourself into the sun, time grabs your wrist and pulls your back. You find yourself face first in the tree you had just pushed the man against. His body is flush against your back and he has your arms pinned.

His breaths is hot against the shell of your ear. “Do you not trust us to make sure you can get home?”

You still and suddenly find yourself growing anxious. You didn’t anticipate this. What is he planning? 

“Do you have anything to lose by being with us? Is it not better to be in numbers than by yourself. I certainly wouldn’t mind looking after you.” He leans closer to you. His arms press against your body, highlighting the raw strength they contain. His lips dance across your skin as he speaks. For a brief second you think he’s going to kiss you but he pulls away.

The sudden lack of pressure and warmth is dizzying. You find yourself taking in a deep breath as he moves away from you.

Your heart is pounding. How did he turn the tables on you so quickly?

“The others are waiting.” He says calmly- as if he hadn’t merely taken you against the tree in broad daylight. “Come on. Before they start worrying about us.”

You slowly roll around and watch him go. He doesn’t wait for you.

...What is it going to take to get him to do that again?

Twilight

“Excuse you- but I have a bone to pick you, farm boy.” You chase after the Rancher.

He stops in his tracks and turns to look at you with a concerned and confused expression.

You storm up to him and grab his arm. The other boys steer clear, avoiding you in your tirade.

Twilight follows you anyway. He doesn’t try to stop you even as he stumbles to keep up with your pace. “Can I know what I did-”

“No.” You leave no room for argument. “Not here.”

Twilight shuts up. He’s never seen you like this. Frankly, he’s afraid of learning the answer. He keeps quiet just in case he may say something to set you off even further. He hopes that you plan on explain yourself first because he was under the assumption that everything was ok between the two of you

You dragged him along the forest path, not looking towards him even once.

When your reached a far enough distance, you pushed him up against a tree and trapped him there. “You better listen up Link, because I’m only going to say this once.”

Twilight gulps. His eyes drop to your lips for a second before your eyes command his attention once more. “Y-yes.”

“If you have any reason to hate on the animals in this group then you have another thing coming. So help me I will personally kick your butt, do you hear me?” You poke him in the chest with each emphasis.

It only serves to confuse him further.

Animals? In the group? There’s Epona... but she’s his horse. And he loves her. Surely that’s not who you mean though. Where did this come from? Who are you talking about?

The confusion must show on his face for longer than you’d like because you shove him again. “Link, I mean it! He didn’t do anything wrong. Why do hate him so much?”

Well that doesn’t clear things up.

You begin to love your nerve.

“...I’m lost.” Twilight finally speaks.

“Wolfie.” You spit. your voice is not lacking any venom and it sends Twilight’s brain into a whirlwind. “You’re never around when he’s here and you never want to talk about him. If anything you avoid him at all cost. What did he do to get you to hate him so much?”

Twilight stays silent. Slowly, he begins to grin. Fangs on full display. “That’s cute.”

“What?” You growl, stomping your foot in anger. How dare he? Can’t he see you’re pissed?

“I thought.. no, I knew I wasn’t exactly being subtle.” Twilight puts his hands on your hip, trapping you near him. “Why do you think I’m not around?”

He pushes himself forward and leans into your face. The action throws you off guard. Before you can even register what’s happening, you’re backed up the same tree with Twilight blocking any means of escape. 

You lose your bravado completely. “Because you don’t want an-anything to do with him.”

Twilight smirks. You gulp and squeak. “My... what big teeth you have...”

“Thank you.” He growls, taking a little nip of your nose. “If you haven’t figured it out by yourself then I have no reason to explain myself.”

The sound shakes your core, awakening something with you.

Twilight pulls away before you can dwell on the thought much longer. “Come on. Let’s head back. I don’t hate him. but it’s quite personal. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

You slide down the tree trunk. ...Well that was new, wasn’t it?

Legend

You had wondered if there was something you could get away with. You had been pushing the boundaries with what the Veteran would let you do and what you would call you out on.

You were beginning to see that he was much more lenient when it came to you versus anyone else in the group.

So naturally you decided to try and push him further.

“Hey Vet, can you come here for a moment.” You beckoned him closer.

Intrigued and none the wiser, Legend dropped what he was doing and walked over to you. He tilted his head and put his hands on his hips. “What’s up?”

“This way.” You gestured to him and he followed you without question. So naïve. So trusting.

It was hard to keep your mischievous grin off of your face as you lead him away from the others in the group.

“Ok...” Legend looks around and tries to guess as to why you’ve called him away. “So tell me why we’re all the way over-

You attack.

You shove Legend against one of the trees and place your hand square by his head. Legend zeros in on your face with a wide eyed and nervous expression. You smirk. “I’ve been watching you, Hero.”

“....oh...”

Your smirk widens. “And what I’ve noticed is that you like watching me too.”

“...oh...” Legend gulps. Something switches in his head then and he fights back.

He wraps his arms around your neck, bringing you closer than you originally were going to go. He smiles back and puts his foot against the tree to gain purchase against he pressure. “What can I say? I like what I see.”

This is not how this was supposed to go. You blink, unsure what to say to that.

Legend takes the silence to keep at it. “And since you’ve been watching me as well I can only assume that you like what you see as well?”

“..Um...” How.... How did he do this? And so fast too. He’s still against the tree but somehow you’re the one who’s flustered.

“If you didn’t-” Legend pushes it. “-then by all means explain to me why you pulled me aside. Explain to me why you wanted me alone. At your mercy. Explain to me why you wanted to be pressed up against my body.”

“Hoooo my god...” Your voice cracks and you looks away from him.

No. You hadn’t accounted for this. You were supposed to make him blush and lose his nerve. You were supposed to have the power here. Why is he like this? 

Legend sees your reaction and pushes his face closer to yours. There’s a smirk on his face and a special glint in his eyes. You’d try to look away is he wasn’t holding onto you.

“What?” There’s a laugh on his breath. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You mAde yoUr poINt.” You cough and hide your face in his shoulder.

Legend laugh and chances a kiss to your temple. “Two can play at this game, sweetheart. But thank you for this enlightening experience.”

You whine and sag into his arms. He pats your shoulders and the top of your head in mock sympathy. Something tells you that he’s still enjoying himself. “If it helps you feel better, I don’t plan on telling this to anyone.”

“...ok...” You sigh. “I can live with that.”

“You still haven’t answered my question-”

“Shut up!!”

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu x reader

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧

To foster and encourage growth, you had to first begin with a seed — a start of a new life, the beginnings of a story. It was similar to how you met your husband if only a little unorthodox, but who were you to question a newfound tradition?

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☼ Farmer!Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☼ Fluff ჻჻჻ TROPES: Meet Cute

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☼ Colton is the best wingman. Fight me.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ☼ Fire by Noah Gunderson

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☼ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 8 — "How did you meet?" — Masterlist

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ‘𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The morning was crisp, and the sun was bright, the beginnings of a new, hopeful day – one that you were excited to see the outcome. It was a Sunday, and the Farmer’s Market was in full swing of being set up. Even Bucky had elected to come and help on this occasion instead of working on the farm.

“Where do you want this?” Bucky asked, large crate in hand, this one full to the brim of your famous peaches. 

You pointed to the end of your table. “Over there, please,” you replied. Bucky nodded and placed the crate down with a huff. “Thank you.”

“It’s lookin’ good, sweetheart,” Bucky said abruptly, right over your shoulder. You gasped quietly in surprise and turned to stare at him. “What?”

“Stop scaring the shit outta me,” you sniped, slapping his arm. “We’ve got shit to do now, c’mon.”

Bucky sighed and continued lugging crates from the bed of the truck to the stand, all while people started flooding the square, milling about the stands of produce and haggling for bargains. 

An older woman, the greying strands of hair at her temples bright under the morning sun, stopped at your stall just as you finished setting up the jars of jam. “Hey there,” you greeted, beaming at her. “What can I get for you today?”

“Just some jam, love,” she said. You nodded and collected a couple of jars just as Bucky dropped the last crate with a groan. The older woman smiled at him as he stood behind you.

“All loaded, baby,” Bucky breathed, kissing you on the cheek. You nodded and pointed to a chair, indicating he should sit for a minute (if only to get him out of the way). “Damn right ‘m gonna sit after the hard work you made me do.”

“Ignore my husband,” you breathed, shaking your head.

The older woman laughed. “How did you two meet? I’ve seen you in these parts before, and everyone loves you both.”

Bucky laughed. “It’s my damn horse’s fault, ma’am,” he said, “the bastard was gone on her from the very first second.”

You rolled your eyes as the memory flashed through your mind.  

The old truck you had borrowed from a friend rumbled down the road, gravel, and stone kicking up in its wake – the bitumen long overdue for a patch job. 

It did add to the charm of your small town, though. Your family had spent generations farming the land and supporting the local economy by running endless farmer’s markets – a tourist hotspot, if you did say so yourself, especially going by the recent uptick in new arrivals. 

The recent overtake of Parker’s Provisions by the newcomers , May and Peter Parker, had been a successful move – both having been welcomed and adored in equal measure by the townsfolk, Peter especially. That firecracker of a young man always made your day, rain or shine, and you were looking forward to your weekly supply run for the animals back home. 

Though, the sight of a horse hitched at the front of the sprawling lot of buildings that made up the Parker’s Production lot was a shock. It wasn’t often that the ranchers and farmers on the outskirt properties actually rode into town. Instead, they always elected to bring their trucks and trailers. 

Your truck came to a shuddering stop when you parked, and you killed the engine, taking just a moment to marvel at the horse hitched. It was a stallion, his face soft and kind, but his body was a whole other story. Muscles rippled and twitched as he stood while waiting for his rider – the build of a Quarter Horse very much evident in the stance of the creature. A barrel or cattle mount, you couldn’t quite tell. 

His coat was a chocolate brown, with splashes of white over his flanks and legs, and a thick, pretty stripe adorned his face. 

You couldn’t help but feel that while he looked at you, he was staring straight into you – deep into your being to reveal secrets and mysteries you kept hidden from the world.

It was unnerving, though assuring in the way that being seen was. 

The driver’s door opened with a squeak, and you slid out of the truck and into the hot summer air outside. People milled about with bags and baskets, each one waving a small hello, and you smiled back at everyone politely. A loud voice inside the closest shed told you Peter was on site today, and you smiled. 

“Hey, Pete!” you called, and a brunette mop of hair peeked around the doorway. 

“Hey! Just a sec, I’ll be out with you soon,” Peter yelled back, disappearing again.

You chuckled and made to step towards the stallion, hand outstretched. “Hey, handsome–aren’t you a sight, huh?” The horse snorted, twitched his ears, and stared at you. “I know it’s hot out, but you look like your rider takes good care of you.”

Slowly, the stallion stretched his head out and sniffed the air around your hand, and once he made contact, the soft skin of his muzzle tickled your palm. “You’re just gorgeous,” you breathed, scratching his chin gently. 

“Well, well, well–ain’t every day he finds a Peach he likes,” a voice drawled behind you, and you startled, spinning around on the spot. “Easy, love,” the man said, hands outstretched. “No harm done.”

“I’m sorry, I just- He’s gorgeous,” you rushed, hand over your heart. The man smiled and shook his head, the movement freeing his long hair from behind his ears. Taking a second, you took in the stranger. He was wearing a white tank top that was far too tight, a plaid jacket, and a pair of light jeans with boots – his hair was half up in a bun while the other half hung around his face, sticking to his skin from the sweat of a hot day. 

“He is. A good horse, too,” the man said, still smiling. He walked closer, dug into his saddle bag, and pulled out his wallet. “Aren’t you, Colton? Lettin’ a pretty Peach love on you like that, huh?”

Colton snorted and nudged your shoulder, evidently displeased you stopped paying him attention. You chuckled and pet his neck, feeling the strong muscles under his skin. “A very good horse, indeed.”

The man grinned and shoved his wallet into his back pocket, then he offered you his hand to shake. “I’m Bucky, by the way–too distracted by the fact that my asshole of a horse actually lettin’ someone near ‘im that’s not me.”

This time you laughed, shaking Bucky’s hand and offering your name in return. “It’s nice seeing a fellow rancher out and about with his prize; makes me miss having my own,” you commented, slightly wistful. It had been years since you had owned a horse. 

“I honestly jus’ couldn’t be bothered goin’ back home to get my truck, and Colton needed the exercise anyway, so.” Bucky shrugged. “Best be gettin’ back inside. Stuff won’t pay for itself.”

“Okay,” you said, “I best be going in there too. I have to pick up my order.”

“Oh!” Bucky exclaimed. Then, to your absolute and utter shock, he offered you his arm. “Together then?”

“Well, alright,” you laughed, placing your arm through his. “Why not.”

It was an hour later that you strode back through the doors to your truck, arms full with bags of feed while Bucky and Peter trailed behind you with their own arms full of bags – having had offered to help you carry, and you couldn’t resist the sight of seeing Bucky’s arms bulge under the strain. 

And Lord above, he did not disappoint. 

“Alright, that’s it, miss,” Peter huffed, heaving a bag into the truck’s bed. “See you next week, yeah?”

“Absolutely, Pete, thanks,” you called, waving to the young man’s retreating back. You turned to Bucky, smiling. “Well, it was good to meet you, Bucky.”

Bucky grinned. “Likewise, sugar. You should come and have coffee sometime.” He turned to Colton. “I know that bastard would love it if you came and fed him some peaches or somethin’–greedy sonofabitch,” he laughed, shaking his head at the hilariously deadpan expression on his stallion’s face. 

“I would love to.” The words tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them, and you inwardly sighed. So much for subtlety. “It would be great. How about tomorrow? We can have lunch.”

“Sounds perfect to me, Peach,” Bucky said happily, saluting. “You get home safe now, I’ll come pick you up tomorrow–where do you live?”

You recited your address and smiled nervously, watching as Bucky mounted Colton and turned him around. “I expect all the stops pulled out, mister,” you joked, pointing at him. 

“Can’t disappoint ya, honey–promise,” Bucky joked, “see you tomorrow!”

Colton snorted and started a slow trot away, Bucky’s hand loosely holding the reins as the stallion moved away and turned a corner, out of sight.  

“He’s a decent boy,” a voice said behind you, and you jumped. May was smirking at you from the office. “Always kind and sweet–should give it a go, honey, can’t hurt.”

“You’re right,” you conceded a soft smile on your lips. “Can’t hurt. He ain’t bad to look at, either.”

May laughed and waved goodbye, and you jumped back into your truck, already thinking of all the ways tomorrow could go – or how it would end.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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[gatheringbones]

[“While “essential workers” in the poultry industry were made to feel dirty, nonessential workers in fields like finance and computer engineering—the “people with laptops”—were sheltering in place, more distant from what transpired in industrial slaughterhouses than ever before.

Thanks to FreshDirect and Instacart, consuming meat no longer even requires coming into contact with a deli butcher or grocery clerk. With a few taps on a keyboard or the swipe of a screen, consumers can get as much beef, pork, and chicken as they want delivered to their doors, without ever having to think about where it comes from. And yet, as the popularity of bestselling books like Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Dilemma and Jonathan Safran Foer’s Eating Animals attests, a lot of Americans do think about this. In recent years, more and more consumers have begun to carefully scrutinize the labels on the packages of the meat and poultry they buy. The ranks of such consumers have grown exponentially, paralleling the rise of the “good food” movement, which promotes healthier eating habits and reform of the industrial food system.

Although the movement is, in Pollan’s words, a “big, lumpy tent,” composed of a broad coalition of advocacy organizations and citizens’ groups that sometimes push for competing agendas, one of its aims is to persuade consumers to become more conscientious shoppers and eaters. Among those who put this idea into practice are so-called locavores, who buy food directly from local farms, ideally from small family-run enterprises that embrace organic, sustainable practices: ranchers who raise grass-fed cows that never set foot in industrial feedlots; farmers who sell eggs that come from free-range chickens reared on a diet of seeds, plants, and insects rather than genetically engineered corn and antibiotics.

Locavores engage in what social scientists call “virtuous consumption,” using their purchasing power to buy food that aligns with their values. The movement appeals to the growing number of Americans who want to feel more connected to the food they eat and to the people who raise it, with whom locavores can interact directly at farmers markets or through community-supported agriculture programs. It is a captivating vision, and the benefits of eating locally grown food—which is likely to be more nutritious, to come from more humanely treated animals, and to be better for the environment—are manifold.

But locavores have some blind spots of their own, most notably when it comes to the experiences of workers on small family farms. As the political scientist Margaret Gray discovered when she set about interviewing farm laborers in New York’s Hudson Valley, the vast majority of these workers are undocumented immigrants or guest workers who toil under abysmal conditions, often working sixty- to seventy-hour weeks for dismal pay. “We live in the shadows,” one worker told her. “They treat us like nothing,” said another. In her book Labor and the Locavore, Gray asked the butcher on a small farm why so few of his customers seemed to notice this.

“They don’t eat the workers,” the farmer told her.

“He went on to explain that, in his experience, his consumers’ primary concern is with what they put in their bodies,” Gray wrote, “and so the labor standards of farmworkers simply do not register as a priority.”]

eyal press, from dirty work: essential labor and the hidden toll of inequality in america, 2021

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[delafiseaseses]

I thought about the NCR Sharecropper Farms and Concluded they should not Exist.

Strong opening line, 'ey? How's ol' Delafiseaseses gonna justify that?

Quite easily, actually. Y'see some people misunderstand the NCR Sharecropper Farms, they think it provides food to the Mojave. Not true. It provides food to the NCR, clues in the name, really. Its a Sharecrop, the NCR gets some of the crop and the sharecroppers get the rest of their crop as payment, the portion the NCR takes goes to NCR Military bases. As Romanowski says 'A lot of the crops grown here support the various NCR camps in the region - McCarran, Golf, and Forlorn Hope, to name a few. We can't have wastelanders popping in here for a free meal, so my squad and I are assigned to keep things from going to hell.' and when Romanowski says 'Wastelanders' he means 'people from the Mojave Wasteland' of course.

Do the sharecroppers sell their crops to Mojave citizens? Possibly, but remember all the sharecroppers are NCR citizens brought over by the 'Thaler Act', nobody from the Mojave directly benefits from this arrangement.

You may think 'Well, not like anyone in the Mojave before was using the land.' possibly wrong. While he's not from the Mojave (and is an unrepentant Enclave fascist, but that's irrelevant) Orion Moreno has this to say 'I came out here to get away from them - didn't work out so well. Next thing I know, I'm squatting in "their" land. Never mind that I'd already been living here for years.', and when he says 'years' he could mean up to over 3 decades. So we've got to wonder... was the land unoccupied? Moreno is a stubborn old Enclave soldier, he wouldn't scare easy, he gets harassed by the NCR, as he says when you first meet him 'Bah. Looks like I forgot to lock the doors again. If you're with the NCR, get out. This place is mine, and I'm not leaving.' or, if you am in NCR faction armour 'Look, trooper, I was living in this house long before your farms got set up. Don't even think about evicting me.' most people would be forced off by these tactics. So it is entirely possible the NCR has displaced Mojave residents to set up their precious farm.

Both quests involving the Sharecropper Farm also include a backdrop of NCR vs Mojave Locals. The most obvious is, of course, The White Wash. The Westside Co-Op, an actual local community farming effort (which does have some New Californians, but they're unaffiliated with the NCR), is only surviving because of the syphoning of water from the Sharecroppers by Tom Anderson. The water from the local water system that the NCR took over, I might add. Why do they get to claim ownership of Lake Mead's water and the Vegas water system?

And the second, Hard Luck Blues is more indirect. The NCR isn't at fault at all for this, the Vault 34 Civil War damaged their reactor and that was entirely on them. But the final choice between saving the Vault 34 Survivors or dealing with the radiation leak caused by the Vault 34 Civil War killing the survivors. So it is literally saving an NCR Asset or saving people who for over 200 years have lived in the Mojave.

Now, I'm not saying the Sharecroppers themselves deserve to suffer lower than needed water rations or radiation in their soil. They didn't set this up, they're just working class NCR citizens trying to survive, but, the thing is, the Sharecroppers can just... leave. And they do if these quests are resolved in ways that hurt the Farms.

After the White Wash siding with Anderson/Westside the affected sharecropper Trent Bascom says he's quitting because 'I wouldn't be able to meet the quota, and the NCR would kick me out of my job, anyway. Nah, it's better I get out on my own terms.' and he's even got a plan for his future 'I hear the Brahmin ranchers out in Redding are looking for some hard workers, so I might try there first. I hate working with Brahmin, though.' so, yeah, that sucks for him, but he's got a future. He may not like that future, but its more of a future than the Westsiders have if they lose their Co-Op.

And after Hard Luck Blues you can find some Sharecroppers out front of the Big Horn Saloon in Boulder City. The named member of this group is a woman named Anne, she has this to say 'We're heading back home. I hope our troops do the same. This land can't be saved. Trying to grow crops in this heat, with so little water, is bad enough, but now we've got radiation seeping into the farmlands east of New Vegas. We're done. Let the people of these hell-hole deal with their problems, I say.' and, y'know, I agree. Maybe the people of the Mojave should deal with their problems and not have a military force from somewhere else claiming their land and water? Especially since the area is still disputed at this time. They're literally fighting a bloody war which they have a 3/4 chance of losing during all of this.

To put this all in a shorter way: The NCR Sharecropper Farm's existence is an example of NCR colonialism.

Like, it's textbook fucking colonialism. They forcefully took over part of a land that's not theirs, brought in their own people to 'settle' the land and violently keep the locals out of it all, who suffer because of it. I've said before that the NCR playacts the USA and they certainly playact it accurately.

So, unless you're doing an NCR playthrough, I'd say its probably best to side against the Sharecropper Farm in every instance because the NCR Sharecropper Farms should not exist. It sucks for the Sharecroppers, but they'd be out of the job when the NCR withdraws anyway. Probably best for everyone if they get out before the NCR Military does.

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[homomenhommes]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … December 29

Greek Lovers 

570 B.C. – Polycrates, the Greek tyrant, was born on this date (d.522). By pirate raids and indiscriminate warfare, the tyrant of Samos dominated the East Aegean. He waged various wars and was, until the end of his life, victorious. His ruthlessness drove the philosopher Pythagorus from Samos, where Polycrates was generally despised. Eventually he was lured to Magnesia by one of his enemies, where he was crucified.

But even meanies can lose their hearts to the right guy, and Polycrates, tyrant though he was, was still a normal Greek. His special friend was Bathyllus, so beautiful that Polycrates dared to erect a statue in his honor in the temple of Hera, goddess of women. Polycrates may have thought it appropriate that beautiful Bathyllus have his place among women, but it was considered an act of arrogance nonetheless. Almost immediately thereafter he was crucified.

1879 – Died: Charley Parkhurst, born Charlotte Parkhurst (b.1812), also known as One-Eyed Charley or Six-Horse Charley, who was an American stagecoach driver, farmer and rancher in California. Born and reared as a girl in New England, mostly in an orphanage, Parkhurst ran away as a youth, taking the name Charley and living as a male. He started work as a stable hand and learned to handle horses, including to drive coaches drawn by multiple horses. He worked in Massachusetts and Rhode Island, traveling to Georgia for associated work.

In his late 30s, Parkhurst sailed to California following the Gold Rush in 1849; there he became a noted stagecoach driver. In 1868 he may have been the first female (though passing as a man) to vote in a presidential election in California. At his death, it was discovered that his gender assigned at birth was female.

After Parkhurst died in 1879, neighbors came to the cabin to lay out the body for burial and discovered that his body appeared to be female to them. Rheumatism and cancer of the tongue were listed as causes of death. In addition, the examining doctor established that Parkhurst had given birth at some time. A trunk in the house contained a baby's dress. "The discovery of her true gender became a local sensation." and was soon carried by national newspapers.

The fire station in Soquel, California, has a plaque reading:

"The first ballot by a woman in an American presidential election was cast on this site November 3, 1868, by Charlotte (Charlie) Parkhurst who masqueraded as a man for much of her life. She was a stagecoach driver in the mother lode country during the gold rush days and shot and killed at least one bandit. In her later years she drove a stagecoach in this area. She died in 1879. Not until then was she found to be a woman. She is buried in Watsonville at the pioneer cemetery."

1950 – Jon Polito (d.2016) was an American actor and voice artist. In a film and television career spanning 35 years, he amassed over 220 credits. Notable television roles included Detective Steve Crosetti in the first two seasons of Homicide: Life on the Street and as Phil Bartoli on the first season of Crime Story.

Polito was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He is known for working with the Coen Brothers, most notably in the major supporting role of Italian gangster Johnny Caspar in Miller's Crossing. Polito won an OBIE award in 1980 for his theater performances off Broadway and for his lifetime of work in film and television he received the Maverick Spirit Event Award at Cinequest Film Festival in 2005.

When Homicide began pre-production, Polito was asked to audition, and was initially reluctant – he didn't want move to Baltimore for the series, because he had just relocated from New York to Los Angeles. The script he received featured a dialogue scene between two detectives, one Polish American and the other Irish-American. Polito decided that the part he wanted was that of the Irishman, but he was told that he could not read for it. After reading for the part of the Polish-American detective, Polito added a message on his audition tape, saying that if the producers wanted to call him back, he would only be interested if he could take the part of the Irish detective. Series co-creators Barry Levinson and Tom Fontana did call him back, and they rewrote the character as an Italian, and cast him in the role. The other character, the Polish-American detective, was also rewritten, becoming Det. Meldrick Lewis, played by African-American actor Clark Johnson.

Polito was openly gay. He married fellow actor Darryl Armbruster on October 16, 2015, fifteen years after they first met.

He died from multiple myeloma on September 1, 2016, at the City of Hope Hospital, where he was being treated. Polito was 65 years old.

Self-portrait

1960 – Sean Martin, born in Hereford, Texas (d.2020), was a Canadian cartoonist, illustrator, and graphic designer, best known for the Doc and Raider comic strip series which appeared in LGBT publications in the 1980s and 1990s.

Martin lived in New York and San Francisco before moving to Canada in 1986. He took Canadian citizenship in 1989, living in Vancouver, Toronto, and Calgary. He published the first Doc and Raider strips in a Vancouver gay publication in 1987. Although the issue featuring Doc and Raider turned out to be the final issue of the publication, the strip was quickly picked up by other LGBT publications, including the Xtra! newspapers in Canada.

The arrangement was a unique one in that Martin's fee for providing the panel was instead turned over to local charities and organizations, not necessarily LGBT ones; in its time, Doc and Raider underwrote everything from AIDS hospices in New Zealand to an arts festival in Scotland, resulting in total donations of close to a quarter million dollars (US). The characters have also been used to promote safer-sex practices and AIDS education, as well as rodeos, country dance conventions, and film festivals around the world.

Martin published two books of the comic: Doc and Raider: Caught on Tape in 1994 and Doc and Raider: Incredibly Lifelike in 1996. A third, to be presented as an eBook, is currently in the works. He has also written a manual for theatre designers, "Big Show Tiny Budget", based on his years as a scenic and costume designer, and a novella, "Triptych".

Martin retired the regular strip in 1997, although he drew two special five-page stories for the Little Sister's Defence Fund, anthologies What's Right and What's Wrong in 2002. He continued to work as an artist and graphic designer, and prior to his death explored projects to revive Doc and Raider in new formats, particularly with a more political satire slant, as well as short form animations. In addition to the CG reprise of Doc and Raider, which can be viewed at its website, http://docandraider.com, Martin also turned to illustrating such projects as Candide, Gilgamesh, and Aesop's Fables.

During his time in Calgary, Martin worked extensively with the Alberta Rockies Gay Rodeo, providing graphic design for the organization's posters and brochures. His work was honoured in 2001, with a Lifetime Achievement Award from the International Gay Rodeo Association. Martin's illustration work has also been celebrated: his series of images for Candide are part of the permanent Voltaire collection at the University of Wittenburg.

1966 – Jason Gould is an American actor, writer and director. Gould was born in New York City, the son of singer/actress Barbra Streisand and actor Elliott Gould, who divorced July 9, 1971. He spent his formative years around major Hollywood players in Los Angeles, California.

Gould has appeared in Say Anything... (1989) and the Streisand-directed film The Prince of Tides (1991), but has since rarely appeared in front of the camera. In 1997 he made his West End debut in the play The Twilight of the Golds at the Arts Theatre in which he played the part of David, an opera designer. In 1997 he also wrote, produced and directed the short film Inside Out, playing Aaron in the humorous story of the child of two celebrities who is outed by the tabloids. His real life father, Elliott Gould, also played his father in the short film. His real half-brother Sam Gould played the part of his brother. The short was later combined with other features for Boys Life 3 (2000).

Around 1988, at the age of 21, Gould came out to his parents about being a homosexual. Around 1991, tabloids outed Gould as being gay. In an interview with The Advocate published August 17, 1999, Barbra Streisand said

I would never wish for my son to be anything but what he is. He is bright, kind, sensitive, caring, and a very conscientious and good person. He is a very gifted actor and filmmaker. What more could a parent ask for in their child? I have been truly blessed. Most parents feel that their child is particularly special, and I am no different. I have a wonderful son. My only wish for my son, Jason, is that he continues to experience a rich life of love, happiness, joy, and fulfillment, both creatively and personally.

Nobody on this earth has the right to tell anyone that their love for another human being is morally wrong. I will never forget how it made me shudder to hear Pat Buchanan say that he stood "with George Bush against the immoral idea that gay and lesbian couples should have the same standing in law as married men and women." Who is Pat Buchanan to pronounce anyone's love invalid? How can he deny the profound love felt by one human being for another? ... Unfortunately, however, as long as people like Newt Gingrich and Pat Buchanan continue in public life, the fight to codify gay marriages will be a tough battle to win.

1971 – Wakefield Poole’s trend-setting Boys in the Sand premieres, prompting Variety to remark, “There are no more closets.” Shot on Fire Island, Poole’s slickly produced film marks a dramatic departure from the low-budget pornography previously available. Boys in the Sand had its theatrical debut on December 29, 1971, at the 55th Street Playhouse in New York City. It was the first gay porn film to include credits, to achieve crossover success, to be reviewed by Variety, and one of the earliest porn films, after 1969’s Blue Movie by Andy Warhol, to gain mainstream credibility, preceding 1972’s Deep Throat by nearly a year. It was promoted with an advertising campaign unprecedented for a pornographic feature, and was an immediate critical and commercial success. The film’s title is a parodic reference to the Mart Crowley play and film The Boys in the Band.

1993 – Dalton Harris is a Jamaican singer. In 2010, he won Digicel Rising Star, and subsequently signed with VP Records. In 2018, he won the fifteenth season of The X Factor in the United Kingdom.

Harris was born in Clarendon, Jamaica, before moving to Kingston to pursue his music career. Harris recalled living a difficult life growing up in Jamaica with a large family with 22 siblings, being poor, and living on his own since the age of 15. He also talked about being physically and mentally abused in his early life. Harris attended Kingston College, where he passed six CSEC subjects. In October 2020, Harris stated that he is pansexual*.

In 2010, Harris became the youngest winner of the Jamaican singing competition Digicel Rising Stars where he won a cash prize of $1.5 million JMD. After his win, he began releasing music in Jamaica. He then traveled across the States for five years to widen his scope. He released many tracks like "I'm Numb", "Watch Over Me" and "That Wonderful Sound" in 2015, "All I Need", "Whisper in the Wind", "Unfaithful Chronicles" and "Dem Kinda Woman" in 2016 and "Perilous Time" in 2017.

In 2018, Harris entered season 15 of The X Factor in the United Kingdom. He auditioned for the series with "Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word" by Elton John. He received four yeses from the four judges. Competing in the category of "Boys", he was coached by Louis Tomlinson. Owing the success and increasing popularity of the Jamaican act, the British X Factor was broadcast in Jamaica after the local Television Jamaica (TVJ) bought the rights of broadcasting the programme live in Jamaica.

He reached the final of the contest on 1 December 2018 alongside Anthony Russell and Scarlett Lee. In the final, he sang "A Song for You" from Leon Russell, and dueted "Beneath Your Beautiful" with Emeli Sande. His winner's single was "The Power of Love", performed as a duet with James Arthur, who won the ninth series of The X Factor in 2012.

*Pansexuality is sexual, romantic or emotional attraction towards people regardless of their sex or gender identity. Pansexual people may refer to themselves as gender-blind, asserting that gender and sex are not determining factors in their romantic or sexual attraction to others. Because pansexual people are open to relationships with people who do not identify as strictly men or women, it is often considered a more inclusive term than bisexual.

2012 – Same-sex marriage takes effect in Maine with a voter approval of 53%-47%. Maryland and Washington State are the other states to win marriage equality by popular vote.

[leiawritesstories]

prompt but Rowan sees Aelin wearing another cowboys hat and then has to tell her about the rule “you wear the hat you ride the cowboy”

i'm not even sorry. enjoy!

word count: 1,293

warnings: ummmmmm....*cackles* none.

Hop Right On

for an even better oneshot of this kind of prompt, READ THIS by @empress-ofbloodshed

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Rowan Whitethorn, Wyoming’s finest cattle roper, had been staring at the woman perched on the fence for at least an hour. And he wasn’t planning to stop staring anytime soon. 

Because the woman was Aelin Galathynius, owner of the local Flamin’ Heart Diner chain, and she was sprawled on his fence with her hair loose and coffee in her hand, watching the sun rise, wearing cutoff jeans shorts, an old plaid flannel shirt of his, and her worn old leather boots. 

Oh, and Fenrys Moonbeam’s cowboy hat. 

Fen was his second in command; he headed Rowan’s land while Rowan was off handling the herds. He’d been friends with Aelin for years, having known her since the two of them were seven and eight years old and in the same class at the elementary school. Rowan met Aelin in high school, where her spunk and her sass caught the eye of just about every guy in the building, but her eye, somehow, had fallen only on him. 

Aelin had taken to spending more time out at his ranch, claiming she preferred the quiet of the open skies as opposed to the noise of Cheyenne, though both of them knew she was a city girl at heart. It was definitely because she was his girlfriend, and honestly? Rowan had absolutely no complaints against the woman he loved staying at his place. 

He did, however, have several (thousand) complaints about her boldly wearing another man’s cowboy hat. 

“Mornin’,” he drawled, strolling up behind her and leaning against the fence, one arm braced behind her back. 

“Morning, Ro,” she hummed, her carefully cultivated city voice in sharp contrast to his rancher drawl. 

“Someone’s up with the sun,” he commented, mischief dancing in his bright green eyes. 

“Only time I can get coffee without worrying there’s ranch hand spit in the pot,” she teased. 

Rowan chuckled, low and raspy. “I wouldn’t put it past Moonbeam to drink from the coffeepot and backwash, no I would not.” His eyes narrowed. “Speakin’ of Moonbeam...” 

“Yeah?” Oh, she knew. 

“That’s his hat, ain’t it?” 

She flashed him a roguish grin. “Yup. Sure is.” 

“Baby,” he drawled, leaning close enough for his breath to fan across the back of her neck in the way he knew drove her insane, “What’s the rule?” 

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” She batted her lashes innocently. 

“Aelin,” he spluttered, not having expected that. 

She snickered. “And speaking of riding the cowboy...here he is!” she chirped, hopping off the other side of the fence and going over to meet Fenrys. “Morning, Fen!” 

“Well hey there, Galathynius,” Fen greeted, smirking at his hat sitting lopsided on her head. “You askin’ me somethin’, Miss CEO?” 

“Give me a ride?” she inquired, all sweetness and innocence. 

Rowan growled low in his throat. Actually growled. 

“My pleasure,” Fen grinned lazily, patting his shoulders. “Hop right on.” 

“Meet me at the ranch house, darlin’!” Aelin called to Rowan. 

And she hopped onto Fen’s back piggyback-style, her legs bracketing his hips as he hooked his arms hands under her knees, to support her. 

“Gods burn me,” Rowan grumbled, loping off after his laughing girlfriend and his second as Fen jogged towards the house, making horse-ish sounds for full comedic effect. Gods above. Was the man five? He sure as hell acted like it. Almost every damn day. 

Fen dropped Aelin off at the porch. 

“My thanks for the ride,” she snickered, placing his hat back atop his head. And squishing it down, much to his outrage. 

“My hair!” he yelped, pulling off his hat and fluffing his hair back up. 

“Such a lil’ diva,” Aelin teased, perching herself on the porch swing as Rowan approached. 

“Aww, is your poor hair flat?” Rowan snarked, cramming Fen’s hat down on his head just for fun. 

“Ass!” Fen shrieked, yanking off his hat again to re-fluff his hair. “Y’all are awful!” 

“We really are,” Aelin smirked. 

“Moonbeam, don’t you have fence to mend?” Rowan leaned against the front door. “Ain’t mending itself, boyo.” 

“Fine, fine, I know a dismissal when I get one,” the blonde man complained. “I expect food, though, y’know.” 

“One favor at a time, Moonbeam.” Aelin blew him a little kiss, then waltzed into the ranch house, swaying her hips more than strictly necessary as she passed her boyfriend. 

Then she snagged Rowan’s hat off its peg behind the door and settled it jauntily onto her head. 

“Much better,” Rowan purred, his eyes lighting up when he saw her don his hat. “Why you had to put Fen’s on, I’ll never understand.” 

“I just had to rile you up,” she grinned. “Y’know there’s nothin’ like a li’l jealousy in the morning.” Slipping back into the ranch drawl of her childhood. 

“Certainly makes a man hungry,” Rowan agreed, striding towards her, the light in his eyes darkening. 

“Which is why I’m making waffles!” she declared, dodging his arms and going into the kitchen. “And bacon, just for you.” 

Damn, but he couldn’t be too irritated when she promised her famous waffles, the dish that had propelled Flamin’ Heart Diner from her side venture into the highly successful chain it now was. 

After breakfast, Aelin barely had time to kiss Rowan goodbye before he took off for the section of his land where the fence needed mending and she left for town to spend the day split between her office in downtown Cheyenne and the Flamin’ Heart locations in the city, the day-to-day of being the owner of the chain a familiar routine ever packed with new surprises. 

Like the freezer malfunction in the downtown location that resulted in half the walk-in being somewhat flooded with a couple inches of water and everything in there rushed into coolers and atop ice to keep it usable. 

That little adventure had resulted in several phone calls and a visit from the technician, who declared that a component in the cooling system had blown out and needed to be replaced. Luckily, it was a part that was easily found, one he happened to have in the shop, so he went and got the part and restarted the freezer, which started running again like nothing had ever happened. Aelin left the staff with strict instructions not to put anything back in the freezer until the next morning, since it had to get to temperature again, and went back to her office shaking her head. 

The things one found in the restaurant business, indeed. 

She drove back to Rowan’s knowing she’d probably beat him home, and sure enough, when she parked in the gravel drive in front of the house, his pickup was nowhere to be seen. 

Perfect. 

Plenty of time for her to set her plans in motion. 

Rowan heaved a deep sigh as he walked into his house, greeted by the comforting sounds of Aelin whipping up dinner. “I’m home!” he called. 

“Go shower!” she returned, the laugh in her voice evident. 

He chuckled. “I don’t smell that bad, baby.” 

“Keep telling yourself that, cowboy.” A spatula waved at him from the kitchen. “I don’t allow cattle smell at my table, darlin’.” 

Grinning, he trudged upstairs to shower, the hot spray soothing his tired muscles and cleaning away the dirt and sweat of the day. He toweled himself off, throwing on an old t-shirt and a pair of boxers, and headed back downstairs, the promise of dinner tempting his nose and mouth with all kinds of tantalizing scents. He strolled into the kitchen, intending to give his girlfriend a bit of a kiss before dinner. 

And stopped dead in his tracks, every thought flying right out of his head. 

Because Aelin sat atop the counter, smirking wickedly, wearing his battered old cowboy hat. 

And absolutely nothing else. 

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[ausetkmt]

Supporters of two Black ranchers who’ve faced racist retaliation from their neighbors in Colorado are calling on the state to pass the CAREN Act, a law that would make racist 911 calls a crime.

On Feb. 17, Courtney and Nicole Mallery of Colorado Springs stood in front of the state Capitol in Denver to demand lawmakers pass the new law.

For months, the Mallerys have faced sabotage on their 640-acre ranch as their White neighbors continually called the police on them for frivolous reasons. They’ve faced death threats and killing of their livestock.

When they tried to confront their neighbors, they were instead investigated by the local sheriff, who initially refused to hear their claims of racist abuse. Instead, the El Paso County Sheriff’s Office arrested the Mallerys on Feb. 6 after listening to their White neighbors.

“The act of falsely accusing someone of something because of their color is disgusting to me,” Courtney Mallery told the crowd, according to 9 News. “What me and my wife have been going through, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

Living while Black

The couple have since gained the support of the local NAACP and the ACLU as the organizations represent them in their case and their efforts to pass the CAREN Act.

Melanin-deprived Americans were once legally entitled to wield the weapons of White privilege against innocent Black people during the Jim Crow days and earlier. It was a time when a Black person could be imprisoned or lynched simply for smiling at a White woman or for drinking from a water fountain.

No longer having the full backing of the criminal legal system, racists in the 21st Century continue to find creative ways to criminalize Black existence.

The list is long: Walking while Black, jogging while Black, banking while Black, babysitting while Black, barbecuing while Black, and even watering flowers while Black have all become hashtags after innocent Americans faced the threat of police violence for daring to live their lives in the presence of racist Whites.

Studies show the need for the CAREN Act

In 2001, sampling 215 Black folks, a study by Black psychologist Shawn Utsey, PhD, found that race-related stress negatively impacts the physical, psychological and social wellbeing of African Americans.

“Race-related stress was a significantly more powerful risk factor than stressful life events for psychological distress,” the study found.

Racism and the fear of racism also impacts the activities Black Americans choose to engage in.

Conducting a nationwide survey, Black sociologist Rashawn Ray, faculty associate of the Maryland Population Research Center, found that Black men in mostly White neighborhoods are less likely to exercise outdoors because of fears that they will be criminalized.

The CAREN Act stands for Caution Against Racially Exploitative Non-Emergencies. It’s named after the “Karen,” stereotype, which references middle-aged White women who use the police to endanger Black people and other persons of color.

San Francisco, New York and New Jersey have already passed similar versions of the CAREN Act, and the Mallerys, backed by the Rocky Mountain NAACP, are urging Colorado to follow suit.

“We need to pass the CAREN Act in the state of Colorado. I am personally going to be leading the charge with that legislation,” said Portia Prescott, president of the Rocky Mountain NAACP. 

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[themewtherverse]

Character Profile: Daylee and Sparta

Name: Daylee Nickname: Day, Dayday, Daday, Denden (ONLY dad is allowed to call her that) Gender: F Age: 16

Youngest daughter of Penelope and Ricardo. She is only just starting her journey due to an illness that kept her housebound for many years. Like her father, she is an expert Skidoo/Gogoat rancher and helped raise some of the most prized Gogoat in their herd. She raised her own Gogoat, Otto, from a runty Skidoo who was rejected by its mother to a prize winning champion in the local contests (not to be confused with a showcase). She isn't sure she wants to be be a pokemon "master" but she is excited to set out on her journey and find her own path in life after being sick for so long.

Name: Sparta Nickname: Daylee's ESB (emotional support bastard), Jerkface, Fuzzybutt Gender: M Species: Skitty

Sparta was adopted by Daylee when she was very young. She was relaxing while watching the Skidoo yearlings when the little Skitty seemed to appear from out of nowhere, badly hurt. She and her mother rushed him to the pokemon center where he proceeded to be the worst patient the local Nurse Joy had ever worked with. They thought they would end up releasing him back into the woods near the farm due to his extremely feral behavior, but when he was finally healed up he wouldn't leave, instead following Day around and sleeping outside her window (Penny and Rick didn't want to have a wild pokemon in the house while Day was so sick). One day, Daylee accidentally dropped an empty pokeball while helping her dad with a new skidoo and Sparta quickly bopped it so he would be captured by her. From that day on Day and Sparta have been inseparable, much to her parents dismay.

He is mean and violent to everyone EXCEPT Daylee. While he can be a bit of a jerk to her, he is very devoted to her and loves her very much. He would not leave her side when she was at her sickest and purrs to help ease her pain when she has the occasional attacks. He HATES Ricardo and tolerates Penelope. He has mixed feelings towards Bubbles and Otto. He dislikes being in his pokeball, choosing to follow Day or make her carry him around or ride on her shoulders.

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[mitchismirage]

Cute Little Store In A Barn

I came across this cute little store at a booth they have at our county farmers market. Not only is this store adorable but everything in it is natural, organic, non-GMO and free range.

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[amaiguri]

"Family isn't whose blood you have, but for whom you bleed."

On the peninsula farthest eastern side of the continent -- a dryer, temperate steppe, kinda like Sicily -- the City of Knights, Kivihkya, waits in the dust for the perfect moment to rise up. Though externally, they are known for their horses, leather, salt, and pearls, the one thing that unites most of Kivihkya is its disdain for the Aftokratoria's reign.

About 2000 years ago, when the Demons ruled the South, a council of 14 took on the roles of the 14 Constellations -- led by what is traditionally considered the Lord of the Burned Man Constellation but, to them, this was the Blood God Kivihk...

According to legend, the first Kivihk died after getting drunk in Ririkya and insulting Ririhks, leaving only his descendant behind and the war with Ririkya began. This descendant became the first Blood Tsar of Kivihkya -- each of whom takes the name 'Kivihk' when they come into power. He united the other Constellation Lords -- or sometimes, the Horse Lords or sometimes the Blood Riders -- and they began to overtake the South.

Of course, this didn't work out: Today, the city of Telethens has a strict military presence in Kivihkya and the relationship with the locals is tense.

While the Kivihk used to be a pinnacle of Svanihk architecture, the Telethenians bulldozed and burned large swaths of it to the grown -- before forcibly erecting new buildings in the Telethenian style after an attempted insurrection about a hundred years back. Some of the old square towers still remain. A giant statue of the Philosopher King was erected at the top of the city, but the locals secretly added symbols that mark it as their Kivihk instead.

Today, the Tsars still rule the city--people are pretty anti-Telethenians here and actively vote for the Tsars. It's a popularity contest basically with the current Kivihk always winning.

Primary Subcultural Values

Strength

Victory by any means

Ambition--they're very warlike, some still believe that it is their job to kill all non-believers on behalf of Kivihk

Imports:

Robotics/machinery

Somenian Silk

Metals

Tools

Other specialty goods

Exports:

Horses, leather-products, pearls, salt

Transportation wise -- Horses are the biggest thing, goats as pack animals, there is also a train but it only goes to other cities and is primarily for shipping.

Popular Arts

Dancing is the primary one

Singing

Drumming

Jewelry-making,

Technology-level:

While less sophisticated than Telethens, their horse husbandry knowledge is second-to-none.

They have some firearms but they're not that widespread outside of the military.

They do have nice roads and good carving techniques and knowledge of stone for these roads.

They also have more knowledge of demons than most places but they don't realize it because it isn't usually relevant--it's all considered either superstition, folklore, or like… irrelevant to people outside of the city. It's kinda insider knowledge and it IS, in fact, used as gatekeeping to outsiders.

Common Professions

Horse rancher

Fisherfolk

Pearldiver

Jeweler

Aftokratorian military

Population Distribution

The tsars are not significantly more rich than the average people--even before the Telethenians came, their willingness to distribute wealth was much higher than other Tsars. They are generally meritocratic, but they also believe everyone has a use: They'll either support or sacrifice those who are less good-at-things to the blood god, unless the Kivihk Tsar or another Tsar tells them not-to do it.

History of Kivihkya:

The Empire of Kivihk began after the Kivihk horsemen and sailors ceased internal fighting after hundreds of years of it by exiling its 14th--the Svana Tsar, who fled to Ririkya. They then began to conquer all their neighbors. However, they were turned back by the first Philosopher King. All this was about 400 - 350 years ago. It was conquered in a 7-year campaign under the First Philosopher King--which ended with the first Philosopher King leveling half the city to be rebuilt in his image. Then, from about 340 - 150 years ago, the Aftokratoria ruled it tumultuously--with a lot of internal rebellions, public executions, and so forth. 100 years ago, they burned the other half of the city to the ground to be rebuilt in the Telethenian style. Telethenians here are often unwelcome or are military.

The Svana Tsar from her home in Ririkya began to suck up to the Aftokratoria like crazy to win favor with them about 150 years ago, pissing off Kivihkya even more. She made the exclusive porcelain deal with the Aftokratoria--leading to the discovery of porcelain prosthetic skin about 70 years ago. Initially, porcelain prosthetic skin was only good for 5-10 years but eventually expanded to be viable for one's whole lifetime, (probably).

This made Ririkya popular and the ever-difficult Kivihkya less so--and new, stricter restrictions were put in place around their blood sacrfices and dances. Kivihkya began to leave Telethenians more alone--coming to respect their government as powerful conquerors but seeing individuals outside of leadership position as weakling pawns. Kivihkya began to try to undermine Ririkya with renewed ferocity.

The Blind Witch Tsar and the Tsars of Kivihkya begin to compete in policy, in public competitions, and then in bloodshed. A small civil war is started. Secretly. Kinda. Kinda secretly from the government in Telethens.

The Blind Witch Tsar and her husband both die, the Tsar's brother takes over and tries to make amends to avoid more warfare--but ends up getting walked all over and giving up waaay more than he should in their trade/border-dispute war.

Currently, the Tsars of Kivihkya basically run Ririkya and they're rebuilding their blood cult. Some of the local Inquisitors are getting sus and some of them are totally chill and they're trying to weed each other out.

Relationships with Other Cities

These days, the Kivihki are very proud and not particularly friendly to outsiders. They see a world full of enemies trying to take them down and stomp out their traditions. They have very particular and strange things they expect out of people and, if you fail to do those things, then you're just the worst. But if you fit their very specific expectations, they'll respect you:

Telethenians need to be leaders--literally or in-spirit. They must be ruthless, cunning, ambitious, and also agree with local values. Alternatively, they also respect Telethenians who are are ruthless, cunning, ambitious, and against them--but they'll still kill these ones.

Ririkihki must be either 1) Devoted craftsmen who care about nothing but their craft or 2) A perfect balance of emotional and cold, willing to listen and take criticism, but not give any themselves. Failing these things, they're despised. Any Ririkihk pride is considered fake and stupid--not unless you know the truth of Ririkihk (and no one does, in their mind)

Anyone else must be curious, open-minded, and strong BUT if they're stubborn or principled, they'll be eaten. They must be willing to learn about Kivihk without judgment AND be capable of defending themselves. The Kivihki will not grant you much leniency if you fail in these qualities, making them unpopular victims of imperialism.

On the flipside, most people consider the Kivihki to be difficult, stubborn, capricious, and violent. The stereotype is that they're outwardly violent, but most Kivihki are often sly, manipulative, and charming rather than obviously angry and insane. They will gaslight the hell out of you, if you're a visitor -- just to make sure you feel uncomfortable and leave. Many outsiders are afraid they Kivihki literally demons or that they eat people or that they're rebels. Most of them are not that… they just would be fine if their fellows were.

Major Threats

Ririkya is still potentially a threat, if it gets better leadership, could accuse the Kivihkya of many things. They're also potentially going to get more properly annexed by the Aftokratoria--particularly, the Telethenian Inquisitors have sent them several warnings telling them to stop their blood sacrifices or they're going to be the most-burnt witches.

Languages

They speak Svanihk almost all the time. They learn Telethenian in school and their accent is known for sounding sexy for its ladies and murderous with its men (kinda like how people from the USA perceive the modern Russian accent). They also have a lot of seal blood in their veins and many speak know Selkie phrases, words, and songs but few after deeply immersed in a Selkie subculture.

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[jervis-tetch-my-beloved]

Hello, my name is Cassandra. This is my bullshit blog where I post about my bullshit little guys and bullshit little tv shows. I’m, 20 She/They, and actually Jervis’s wife he told me himself.

I post mainly about Gotham but here are my complete fandom list

Fandoms:

Bold = Favorite/ Hyperfixation at the moment

General Batman Media ex: Arkhamverse, Reevesverse, Gotham, The Dark Knight Trilogy, 1989 movies, 1960 movies, Harley Quinn Animated Series, Batman: the Animated Series, The Suicide Squad

Stardew Valley

The Stanley Parable (Ultra Deluxe and original)

My Babysitters a Vampire

Taleblr

Danganronpa

American Mcgee’s Alice/ Alice Madness Returns

Slime Rancher

Insomnis

Resident Evil

Watcher/BFU/ Ghost Files

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Cuphead GAME

Super Mario Bros

Peacemaker

Sander Sides

Yandere Simulator

Doki Doki Literature Club

Amnesia

Detroit: Become Human

Analog Horror - The Mandela Catalogue, The Walten Files, local 58, etc

The Legend of Zelda (particularly botw rn)

BYF:

I don’t have a DNI, I just block people I don’t like. Terfs can kindly fuck off btw

Topics of incest are discussed, not anything like shipping but my favorite character was in a relationship with his sister, so if your sensitive to things like that tread lightly

Gore, violence, nsfw and swearing are things I post/post about often

If you are sensitive to yandere content or obsessive love and you wish to continue following me, I suggest you block the #yanderecore tag. Everything I reblog is tagged under that. Also I don’t actually support harming people and abusive relationships.

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[vivi-the-goblin]

Fun fact- thematic background music helps with most projects, but not when working with galarian ponyta. Too much 2012 nostalgia, lost the whole day on a rabbit trail. Anyway, ponyta and rapidash, the classic flaming steeds! Terrifying too, as flame charge will have it constantly bouncing around the battlefield in hit-and-run tactics. The galarian unicor- sorry, "Unique Horn" version is definitely more of a support, with fairy wind making it difficult to chase through the forest. With rapidash, smart strike is weak but a good finisher for a weakened PC. Galarian form however will just knock someone down as a reaction to get advantage and retaliate by goring them. Take note that either of these can hold their own in a fight, but are definitely designed to have a companion. Both forms of ponyta will see weaker creatures like halflings or pixies riding them to provide fire support, things that appreciate a hit-and-get-out sort of strategy. The rapidash are suited for high level cavaliers/paladins, ancient elves and fey, and maybe a party member for the final battle. Speaking of battles, here are a few encounter ideas. - A rancher wants to break into the big leagues by raising Ponyta for noble mounts, but needs to capture a colt first. Thankfully random adventurers will do all sorts of things for the right price. - Locals swear there's a young unicorn in the woods. A small group are loyal to it, leaving it offerings and swearing that its mere companionship is sorcery of the highest caliber. The local priest thinks it's witchcraft, as nobody else has seen it and a celestial would obviously show itself to him. He offers the party a reward for proving they're enthralled by some fiend.

- There is a single Rapidash in the area, a stallion known as The Lord of the Dale. Locals give him offerings, hoping for his continued protection after it slew a chimera. Today it has appeared in town. Wounded. It cannot speak, but it appears to be asking for help. A roar sounds in the distance. (whatever it is, if healed the rapidash will willingly carry party members into battle.) -Did you know that spells like Revivify are necromancy? It can tell there's a necromancy, but Blight and Spare the Dying all feel the same to its ability. You have entered the rapidash's glade, and the forest will heed its call.

#galar ponyta #dnd 5e #dnd 5e homebrew #5e homebrew #homebrew #pokemon #5e #pokemon 5e #5e monstrosity #5e fey #cr 6 #cr 10 #pokemon ponyta #galarian ponyta #rapidash #galarian rapidash #galarian pokemon #ponyta

[the-puffinry]

sorry another article but due to the insane goat story I'm in the California section of the Guardian now I guess and this is, again, cartoonishly evil. Actively endangering workers' lives.

"When record-breaking wildfires burned through the picturesque vineyards in 2017, winemakers and Sonoma county officials decided to salvage their region’s economic lifeblood by sending workers into mandatory evacuation zones deemed too dangerous for the public. Since then, the county has repeatedly deployed a hastily assembled system for approving worker entry into evacuation zones, known as Ag Pass.

Vineyard workers, supported by the coalition North Bay Jobs with Justice, won a small but significant victory in February when the county board of supervisors agreed to establish a committee to formalize the permitting system for work in wildfire evacuation zones. For the first time, the public has a say in how the Ag Pass program will work. Whether or not the county will incorporate demands from workers like García has become a major point of contention.

But in recent months, a slick website has appeared under the name Sonoma Wine Industry for Safe Employees, or Sonoma Wise, featuring counterpoints to demands from North Bay Jobs with Justice.

Vineyard workers apparently affiliated with Sonoma Wise have rallied by the dozens against the new protections proposed by Jobs with Justice. Since then, several have stepped forward to say they felt pressured to participate by their employers.

In early May, around 150 vineyard workers wearing matching t-shirts flooded into a weekly meeting held by Sonoma’s board of supervisors. They weren’t there to fight for better protections. “NBJwJ does NOT Speak for Me,” said the T-shirts, using an acronym for North Bay Jobs with Justice. “I am a Sonoma County Vineyard Employee,” they said on the back. According to local reporters, the workers were there as part of Sonoma Wise.

One by one, workers told county board members similar versions of the same story: they always have access to clean water and clean bathrooms, they feel safe at work, and North Bay Jobs with Justice does not represent them. Translating for Spanish-speakers was Raul Calvo, owner of Employer Services, a firm that has earned at least $2m over the past eight years by attempting to convince workers to vote against unionization, US Department of Labor records confirm.

The testimony led to positive news coverage for the wine industry. “Farmworkers show support for wine industry in front of Sonoma County Board of Supervisors as debate continues over wildfire safety,” read a local headline.

However, since the meeting, nine workers have contacted North Bay Jobs with Justice to say they felt obligated by their employers to attend the meeting. “If I didn’t do it, I would be out of a job,” one of the workers who wore a t-shirt told the Guardian. The worker declined to be named out of fear of repercussions, adding, “None of us are going to speak against the ranchers or the companies.”

#wildfires #sonoma wise #wine #california #fire safety #astroturfing