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The construction of the Golden Gate Bridge began in San Francisco Bay on January 5, 1933.    
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US Marine Chance Brannon, Arizona State University alum Tibet Ergul arrested by FBI
Chance Brannon, 23, of San Juan Capistrano, Orange County, California, United States is an active-duty U.S. Marine Corps member stationed at Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton in California. Tibet Ergul, 21, of Irvine, Orange County is an alumnus of Arizona State University in Tempe, Maricopa County, Arizona, USA.
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Gigantic Skull of Prehistoric Sea Monster Found on England’s ‘Jurassic Coast’
The remarkably well-preserved skull of a gigantic pliosaur, a prehistoric sea monster, has been discovered on a beach in the county of Dorset in southern England, and it could reveal secrets about these awe-inspiring creatures.
Pliosaurs dominated the oceans at a time when dinosaurs roamed the land. The unearthed fossil is about 150 million years old, almost 3 million years younger than any other pliosaur find. Researchers are analyzing the specimen to determine whether it could even be a species new to science.
Originally spotted in spring 2022, the fossil, along with its complicated excavation and ongoing scientific investigation, are now detailed in the upcoming BBC documentary “Attenborough and the Jurassic Sea Monster,” presented by legendary naturalist Sir David Attenborough, that will air February 14 on PBS.
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Such was the enormous size of the carnivorous marine reptile that the skull, excavated from a cliff along Dorset’s “Jurassic Coast,” is almost 2 meters (6.6 feet) long. In its fossilized form, the specimen weighs over half a metric ton. Pliosaurs species could grow to 15 meters (50 feet) in length, according to Encyclopaedia Britannica.
The fossil was buried deep in the cliff, about 11 meters (36 feet) above the ground and 15 meters (49 feet) down the cliff, local paleontologist Steve Etches, who helped uncover it, said in a video call.
Extracting it proved a perilous task, one fraught with danger as a crew raced against the clock during a window of good weather before summer storms closed in and the cliff eroded, possibly taking the rare and significant fossil with it.
Etches first learned of the fossil’s existence when his friend Philip Jacobs called him after coming across the pliosaur’s snout on the beach. Right from the start, they were “quite excited, because its jaws closed together which indicates (the fossil) is complete,” Etches said.
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After using drones to map the cliff and identify the rest of the pliosaur’s precise position, Etches and his team embarked on a three-week operation, chiseling into the cliff while suspended in midair.
“It’s a miracle we got it out,” he said, “because we had one last day to get this thing out, which we did at 9:30 p.m.”
Etches took on the task of painstakingly restoring the skull. There was a time he found “very disillusioning” as the mud, and bone, had cracked, but “over the following days and weeks, it was a case of …, like a jigsaw, putting it all back. It took a long time but every bit of bone we got back in.”
It’s a “freak of nature” that this fossil remains in such good condition, Etches added. “It died in the right environment, there was a lot of sedimentation … so when it died and went down to the seafloor, it got buried quite quickly.”
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Fearsome top predator of the seas
The nearly intact fossil illuminates the characteristics that made the pliosaur a truly fearsome predator, hunting prey such as the dolphinlike ichthyosaur. The apex predator with huge razor-sharp teeth used a variety of senses, including sensory pits still visible on its skull that may have allowed it to detect changes in water pressure, according to the documentary.
The pliosaur had a bite twice as powerful as a saltwater crocodile, which has the world’s most powerful jaws today, according to Emily Rayfield, a professor of paleobiology at the University of Bristol in the United Kingdom who appeared in the documentary. The prehistoric marine predator would have been able to cut into a car, she said.
Andre Rowe, a postdoctoral research associate of paleobiology at the University of Bristol, added that “the animal would have been so massive that I think it would have been able to prey effectively on anything that was unfortunate enough to be in its space.”
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A Gentlemen's Agreement [Reader x Loki/Steve/Bucky]
A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: It's time for you to make up your mind. And the boys have just the plan to help you do that. (w/c 3.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smutty. Teasing. Sexual tension. Not a foursome. A/N: Loki is my king. I just needed to get this out thanks to @sidepartskinnyjeans
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The click of Steve’s dress shoes echoed as he ushered you away from the busy ballroom of Stark’s county house. Your nerves were fizzing, but your face didn’t betray the flutter of excitement growing in your belly. In the darkness of the mahogany lined corridor, firelight licked from a solitary open doorway. A nod from the captain urged you silently inside. Walking into the room, your breath hitched. Whatever you had expected from his clandestine invitation in the crowd, this wasn’t it.
Steve circled around you, taking his place in the menacingly sensual line-up. There they stood in quiet stoicism, dressed in fitted finery – the trio of beneficiaries to your relentless flirtations. Their arms were folded, their legs wide in triangular determination. For the briefest of moments, you wondered how all of them had managed to excuse themselves from the party at once. But seeing the way they were taking up space, stretching the air with their achingly large egos, that question was quickly forgotten. Each was more breathtakingly handsome than the last. Rogers. Barnes. Laufeyson. “What is this?” you giggled nervously, snapping to each set of blue eyes in turn. They began to smirk in unison. You shivered despite the heat from the fire. “S’come to our attention you’ve been pulling the same tricks on all of us,” the winter soldier drawled, his accent thick with playful taunt. You swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “I don’t know what you-” “Oh, I think you do, Agent,” Laufeyson hummed, tilting his head. Long fingers drummed on his bicep as he rocked on his heels. Roaring firelight was haloed behind the ebony mane that cascaded around the shoulders of a midnight-blue suit sitting snug to his body. You pressed your lips together, stifling a whimper. “Look fellas, she’s blushing," Steve teased. The three of them chuckled. “I don’t blush,” you snipped, folding your arms to match them. “And I’d appreciate if you could tell me why the three of you are lined up like...like…” The words you searched for ebbed as you readjusted your feet. It was all you could do not to go over on your ankle in these stupid heels. Heat was building between your thighs, the unmistakeable thump of arousal beating as your addled thoughts raced beneath their penetrating stares.
You knew exactly what Bucky meant. And now it seemed, so did they. You knew bending over to pick up that pen in front of all three of them yesterday was a bad idea. Although, no one in the world would blame you – working with three of the finest specimens of masculinity ever created. Had you gone out your way to tease and flirt with each one of them over the past several months? Possibly. But hey, it was good for morale. And besides, there wasn’t a hope in hell any of them would return your affections. Not serial-bed hopper Barnes, he didn’t fuck where he ate. Not tightly wound Rogers, you seriously doubted he’d approve of subordinate relations. And as for the ice king – you weren’t even sure he knew your name.
The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire. God, you wished it wasn’t so hot. Your eyes searched the floor, hearing Loki clear his throat. “As Barnes noted, you have been toying with each of us in a manner both indecent and egregious these past months.” He let the rhetorical judgement marinate in silence before continuing. “Do you deny it?” You raised your eyes to his, seeing the embers of mischief smouldering within. “No,” you said confidently, as all three men cast conspiratorial glances to one another. Rogers balanced his elbow on a tight fist, raising his fingers to his chin. He narrowed his eyes. “That dress though fellas," he growled with uncharacteristic lust. "Have you ever seen such a thing?” Barnes snorted. “Forget two birds with one stone, that outfit takes out three cocks with one hit.” His blue eyes were dark in the low light, heavy brows shadowing the contours as his chin dipped. “An assassin, even off the clock.” he grit. “And she knows how much I love that neck.” While he was speaking, you instinctively brushed a strand hanging from your up-do away from the boatline collar of the dress. He was right. You did know. You had known ever since the first of his ragged breaths, tangible desire pulsing in his veins and stretching his trousers as he massaged your shoulders. The first time you had asked, he had thought you were joking. But every time you felt the cool flatness of his metal limb against your spine, steadying you as his fingers found every pocket of tension in your upper body – both you and he knew it was no laughing matter. Had you exaggerated the moans of pleasure his touch released? No. There had been no need. It felt fucking phenomenal. Orgasmic, even. And you hadn’t held them back. Your neck had extended to the side as his fingertips pulsed into the most delicate areas, breathy pants filling the air that you hoped made him think of how you would sound as he fucked you into the headboard. “And she knows how much I love those legs,” Steve smouldered, curling a finger against his lips as his gaze ran from your hips to the floor and back again. The dress stopped midway up your thighs, perfectly tight before the sheer drop of your limbs to the heels. You had caught him staring open-mouthed as you pulled yourself dripping wet from the ocean on a mission in the Seychelles months ago. His face had flushed as you’d clocked him running up your femurs, a bite of his lip betraying the base need boiling beneath an all-business exterior.
On every mission, you now made a point of elevating your leg as you snapped on the holsters, lunging forward against the nearest bench. Wall. Anything to drive him mad. You wondered how often he thought of your legs wrapped around his hips while his tactical suit lay strewn around his ankles. Without fail, his teeth always found their way to his bottom lip; a clench of his ass and a forbidden husk of ‘goddam’ under his breath making you smirk as you turned away. “And I think not that I need to point out what aspect of the offending garment is for me,” Loki purred, releasing the cross of his arms to fall behind his back in a ceremonial clasp. “It’s green," Bucky stated, licking his lips. “Yes," Loki replied in baritone, cheekbones sharpening. “It is.”
Loki. Now that was a story. Yes, you had felt the linger of his keen eyes on your ass. But who hadn’t. And yes, his gravelled pleasantries that always dripped a little closer than necessary into your ear were tempting. But the god was a walking temptation. It was his nature. He was indiscernible, a mystery. Aside from briefings, the longest you had ever spent in his company had been when he would extend his hand wordlessly on nights just like this, leading you the dance-floor. All onlookers would see was the standard wrapping of his arms around your waist, and yours over his shoulders. They did not see the small circles grazed on the nape of his neck beneath his curls, the half-innocent moans released by his ear when he brought you in from a spin. They did not see the lingering play of your fingers on the delicate skin of his wrists, the bite of your lip as Loki’s hips pressed into your stomach. A solitary flame in a sea of cold indifference. You’d take any heat from him could you get. They didn’t see his brows twitch as he registered the green lingerie down the carefully calculated neckline of your dress. Just for him. Your breathing had becoming shallow. Were you actually about to have all three of them at once? Was that even physically possible? Two super-soldiers and a god? You didn’t know if you would survive – but something told you it might be worth it. Positions and logistics raced through your mind, making you dizzy. You shook your head.
“OK you got me, I fancy all of you. So what? It’s just a bit of fun,” you gasped, running sweaty palms casually down the front of your dress. “The fellas and I have an idea, if you’re agreeable of course,” Steve said slowly, following Loki in clasping his hands behind his back. You squinted, congratulating yourself for encouraging the captain’s foray into unbuttoning the top of his shirts. His pulse was racing, you could see it pumping beneath his jawline. Bucky still stood with his arms loosely crossed over a waistcoat, the cotton of his thick white shirt bulging against metal and flesh. A sliver of steel glinted in the firelight, sleeves folded up to the elbows. He nodded once, without a flicker of a smile. Fuck, they all looked so good. “A gentlemen’s agreement, if you will,” Loki uttered, a smile curling on his lips. He’d been waiting to deliver that line, you could tell. “You like us. We like you. But we don’t share," Bucky glowered matter-of-factly. You could feel the thin fabric of your panties sticking to your lips, tacky and unbearably wet from this erotic ambush. “You don’t?” you quipped. “What a shame.” “We don’t," Steve repeated. “At least not ye-” he cast a glance to Bucky, before clearing his throat. “We think it’s important you uh...focus your attentions. If that’s what you wanna do.” A sudden thrill raced through your blood. The idea that they had planned this, that they had spoken about you in hushed whispers behind closed doors made your pussy hum with forbidden pleasures.
You wandered to the antique sofa to the side, feeling the heated stares of each of the men follow you. “What’s this gentleman’s agreement, then?” you purred, crossing your legs. Steve swallowed as the tight emerald fabric rode up your thigh. The god of mischief laughed softly, a deep sound which seemed to shake the room like bass.
“Each of us will kiss you, and then you must decide,” he said matter-of-factly. “The unsuccessful will respect your choice of victor and no retaliation will be made.” “Decide?” “Which of us to get to know better," Steve explained, shrugging off his suit jacket. He threw it gently over his shoulder, making it land on the back of a chair behind him with magnetic finesse. Bucky rolled his eyes. “I think what the captain’s tryna say is that we all wanna get to know you, better. So it’s lady’s choice,” he winked. You raised an eyebrow towards Loki. You couldn’t imagine him ever agreeing to something like this. A solitary nod was his only response, eyelashes fluttering down in a moment of panty-wetting reverence. “I accept,” you said slowly, running your eyes across the line-up. Their competitive sincerity was catching. You wet your lips in anticipation, still in disbelief that this was actually happening. Perhaps your corpse was lying strewn on the dance-floor, paramedics hoisting you onto a trolley in a body-bag. Perhaps this was heaven. And maybe it was the low lighting, or maybe it was the dancing shadows licking their wide bodies stacked with endless muscle. But you could swear that each and every one of them was hard. “As discussed. Thirty seconds,” Loki murmured coolly to the men standing to attention on his right, flourishing a hand. Barnes stepped forward, smoothing long strands of chestnut hair behind his ears.
“Alright,” he growled confidently, swaggering the several steps and planting onto the sofa beside you. His thighs spread against the antique furniture, flexing beneath the tight suit trousers as he twisted his torso to face you. The scent of his cologne filled your nostrils, smoked wood and lingering sage like a wet autumn forest. His hand cupped your jawline, the steel arm resting on the back of the curved rest.
“Here goes nothin,” he whispered to himself, curled digits trailing longingly down the curve of your neck. They tugged at the neckline of your dress, slipping it over the curve. He leant forward, parted lips colliding with the crescent of your shoulder. Your eyelids fluttered closed, a staggered moan you didn’t realise was hiding released as he worked across your skin. His stubble tingled against the delicate surface, the flat of his nose slotting beneath your ear as his kisses became hungrier against your pulse point. Less delicate. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, darlin',” he rasped, before licking licentiously from the base of your throat to the angle of your jaw. In seconds, his mouth was pressed to yours; tongue eagerly flicking against your lips before you let him enter. Bucky’s moan was dynamite, fingers guiding your chin as he devoured you in targeted desire. He leant you backwards into the cushions while your arm instinctually slid between his shoulder-blades, pulling him closer. Barnes groaned as his hand slid covetously from your waist and up the curve of your breasts, before burrowing deep into your bun. He thrust gruffly against you on instinct, something thick and menacingly primal dragging against your thigh. The feeling of his fingers tugging at your scalp sent your heat into overdrive, clenching desperately around air. “Time,” Loki purred calmly. Stubble scratched a final time, your hand flying to rest on his metal arm as you breathlessly broke apart with a whimper. Barnes winked, the skin surrounding his mouth pink as he rose and re-joined the other two. You cast glances between them while your chest heaved.
“Do you need a moment?” Steve inquired politely, folding the sleeves of his shirt up further. You watched the veins in his muscled forearms tighten with the movement, the slight bend of his knees as he gave a deferential cough. As if he’s preparing for a fight, you thought as your head continued to spin from Bucky’s kiss. “No, I’m good,” you slurred, smiling as you straightened and patting the sofa beside you. “I prefer it standing, if that’s alright,” Steve said tentatively, brow twitching in mild alarm as he saw your eyes widen. But he didn’t retract it. Standing obediently, it suddenly occurred to you that a kiss on the hand would be very on brand for him, perhaps rethinking his part in this atypical charade. But Steve paced towards you, looking as determined as he did striding down the ramp of the quinjet. Your breath hitched as the captain’s hands cupped your face, walking you expertly back towards the walled bookcase. A shelf pressed against your spine while Rogers bore down, his gentle tongue nudging at your lips; and with a whimper, he breached. The warmth of the muscle caressing your own made your knees wobble. Hard, rippling abdominals pressed flush against your chest, pinning you softly beneath Keats and Wordsworth while his hands began to smooth over your shoulders, over your waist. You felt like the poets would approve. Steve moaned into your mouth as his palms slid possessively down your thighs, grunting as he whipped them forwards effortlessly around his waist. You yelped in surprise before his lips swallowed yours again, ankles crossing around taut hips. The heat from his skin warmed the scent of ginger wafting from the base of his collarbone, its spice firing in your nostrils. The kiss was hungry and desperate and wild. You could feel his solid cock rubbing against your stomach, tasting every inch of your passion as his fingertips dug into the soft flesh beneath your ass. He thrust softly with every wax and wane of his jaw, needy fingers running through his newly mussed golden hair. You pulled greedily before there was a soft clear of someone’s throat. It sounded like Loki. “Time,” Bucky barked, and reluctantly, Steve returned you to the ground. Still in a daze, and with palms spread against the bookcase, your eyes fell on the final figure. “Believe me…” Loki purred condescendingly, “you’ll wish to sit down for this.”
With shaking steps you teetered to the sofa, plonking down with a sharp intake of breath. Loki glided towards you, elegantly manoeuvring his long limbs aside your own. He brought a finger beneath your chin, tilting your head back. “You are so beautiful.” he murmured, before pressing in to a firm, chaste kiss. One of your hands flew to his thigh, running your palm over the hard, forbidden mass concealed tight and thick beneath the cotton. You desperately keened into him, tongue searching against closed lips. Loki withdrew with a chuckle, sweeping the hair from one side of his head. “If you wish me to stop, tell me,” he whispered hot in your ear, a wave of amber and spices and decadence filling your senses before he slipped from the sofa to his knees. Your eyes widened as he gently spread your legs. “The rules did not specify where I could kiss you.” he explained softly, pre-empting the questioning thrill lighting your eyes. Disgruntled huffs from Bucky and Rogers barely registered as you felt a cool tingle of the god’s magic dissolve your favourite underwear.
Loki’s smouldering gaze latched to yours, lust-drunk and determined, before it fell to the glistening mess at his eye level. “Do you consent to my audition?” he hummed, tentatively pushing the sides of your dress to the tops of your thighs. Your stare flickered to Steve and Bucky, suspiciously observing Loki on his knees with pure jealousy. "Yes," you heard yourself murmur under your breath. Fresh arousal was seeping from your centre, spreading down your heated skin. You had never wanted anything more. "Louder, please," Loki smirked, the curve of his fingers fastened to your knees. “Yes, Loki...g-god-” you gasped, brow furrowing as you urged him on with a tilt.
Immediately, his tongue licked a wide, earth-shattering stripe up your slit from base to tip. Your head fell back with a rattling moan, one hand combing through his hair as the other gripped the armrest. Loki quickly moved your legs over his shoulders, sliding you further back. The god’s open mouth latched to your swollen clit, sucking and lapping lower with sinful precision. All you could see was his dark curls and proud brow, the sight of the god buried between your open thighs making reality blur. Every caress made your hips thrust further into his mouth, shaking breaths shuddering your body as he moaned against your wet heat. The noises he made were utter devastation, muffled pants and enthusiastic slurps sounding between your splayed legs as he ate you out like a starving man. Behind your eyelids, you could feel the covetous gazes of the two soldiers rolling over your body as Laufeyson’s fingertips dug into your calves like a hunter. “T-time,” Steve choked. “No!” you gasped, pawing at Loki’s cheek in despair. The god smiled, chin glistening while closing your trembling knees in a move that could only be described as gentlemanly. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, unfurling and retreating backwards to the line-up with his arms spread in a show of feigned innocence. You panted, gathering your thoughts as your gaze landed on each of them in turn. “Lady’s choice,” Bucky re-iterated gruffly, widening his legs. Beside him, the captain’s fingers rested wide on his hips, biting his lip while his eyes lingered on the fresh sheen of sweat clinging to your legs. Loki raised a finger absent-mindedly to the corner of his mouth, brushing the edge before sucking it clean to the second knuckle. His eyes smouldered, fixed on you, the flicker of firelight casting deep shadows in hollowed cheekbones. You took a deep breath, the only name it was ever going to be dancing on the tip of your tongue.
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🤷‍♂️ For those who want a bit...more - A Gentlemen's Bond is the follow up to this.
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The U.S. just did a prisoner swap with Russia. This is what you need to know:
We traded Viktor Bout, the ‘Merchant of Death’ for America-disrespecting Brittney Griner.
We did not exchange him for Paul Whelan, a US Marine jailed in Russia.
That's all you need to know.
Slander this county, you’re golden. Serve this county, you’re fucked.
Biden, who can’t stop talking (lying) about his dead son, doesn’t give a rat’s ass about anything that he can’t parlay into political points. (Reminder: who checked his watch as our troops were being returned home in flag draped coffins).
I mean this from the bottom of my heart: All of you who support this cocksucker can go fuck yourselves.
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Marlene Olive was born in Norfolk, Virginia, to an unwed mother who placed her up for adoption. She was subsequently adopted by Jim and Naomi Olive. After living in Quito, Ecuador, for Jim’s work until Marlene was 14, they moved back to the United States, settling in Marin County, California.
After their return, Marlene - who was used to her privileged life in Quito - found it hard to adapt. Naomi - who was used to having an active social life, a lavish home, and servants - also found it hard to adapt. Marlene developed a stomach ulcer and was prescribed pills to combat the ulcer. She soon began to take these pills, and other drugs, recreationally and fell in with the wrong crowd.
Naomi had difficulties dealing with Marlene’s behaviour and started to drink and get into screaming matches with her daughter. Marlene accused her mother of being an alcoholic while Naomi retaliated by telling her daughter she was nothing more than the unwanted daughter of a whore
When Marlene was 15-years-old, she met 18-year-old Chuck Riley and the duo started to date. Life at the Olive house soon became unbearable and Marlene referred to her mother as “that disease.” Jim attempted to keep the peace but it was unfruitful and soon, Marlene started plotting to kill her parents.
On the 21st of June, 1985, while Marlene was out with Jim, Chuck crept into their home and bludgeoned Naomi to death as she lay on the daybed in her sewing room taking an afternoon nap. When Marlene returned with her father, he was shot dead. Following the murders, the couple wrapped the bodies in sheets, hauled them to China Camp State Park, doused then with flammable liquid and then set them on fire in an old sewage cistern user as a barbecue pit. When firefighters discovered the remains, they initially believed hunters had been roasting deer in the pit.
Following their arrests, the once-lovers turned on one another. Chuck claimed that Marlene had forced her to kill her parents. However, Marlene claimed Chuck killed her parents of his own accord and then forced her to take drugs. Chuck Riley was sentenced to death but his sentence was commuted to life in prison when the U.S. Supreme Court struck down the death penalty in 1975. Marlene Olive was tried as a juvenile and sentenced to the California Youth Authority where she remained until she was released when she turned 21.
In 2015, Riley was granted parole. However, this was soon reversed by Gov. Jerry Brown, who stated Riley “continues to downplay his active role in the planning and carrying out these murders.”
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On this day, 26 January 1944, Angela Yvonne Davis was born in Birmingham, Alabama. A communist, civil rights organiser and the third woman to feature on the FBI's most wanted list, for a time Davis was also closely associated with the Black Panther Party. Davis worked at University of California, Los Angeles until being fired for her political views on the orders of governor Ronald Reagan. Soon after, Davis was arrested following the Marin county courthouse incident on bogus charges of murder, kidnapping and conspiracy of which she was later all acquitted at trial. Davis has also been a consistent advocate of feminism which takes into account factors like race, class, capitalism and transgender rights, and highlights the vital historical contributions of Black women: "When we speak of feminism in this country, there almost always is the tendency to assume that this is something that was created by white women… Women like Ida B. Wells, women like Mary Church Terrell, women like Anna Julia Cooper, are responsible for the feminist approach today that we generally call intersectionality… What I want to argue is for a feminist perspective that understands that we cannot simply reform institutions like prison and the police, because they are so embedded with racism and violence that, if we're ever going to extricate ourselves from that, we have to abolish prisons". * We only post highlights on here, for all our anniversaries follow us on Mastodon: https://mastodon.social/@workingclasshistory https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.296224173896073/2195303000654838/?type=3
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ok while cleaning out my backpack i found a recipe that a church teacher gave me for butter chicken. he supposedly makes the second best butter chicken in utah county (and it is very good) but he was also kind of transphobic and an asshole so heres his secret recipe if anyone wants to steal it and make delicious chicken out of spite:
seminary butter chicken
chicken:
1 lb boneless skinless chicken (thigh is best)
1/2 cup plain yogurt
2 tbsp lemon juice
1 tbsp ginger (paste or minced)
1 tbsp garlic (paste or minced)
1 tbsp red chili powder
1 tbsp salt
oil to pan fry
gravy:
2-3 tbsp oil
1 medium-large onion, roughly cut
2-3 medium tomatoes, roughly cut (or 1 28 oz can stewed tomatoes)
1/3 cup cashew nuts
1 tbsp garlic (paste or minced)
1 tbsp garam masala powder
4 tbsp granulated sugar
2 tbsp white vinegar
2 tsp chili powder (optional)
5 tbsp butter
3 tbsp heavy cream
salt to taste
2 tsp kasoori methi or fenugreek leaves (optional)
* if cooking on cast iron or skillet - cut chicken into bite size pieces. if cooking on bbq grill, leave chicken in large breast or thigh
* marinate chicken with yogurt, lemon juice, ginger paste, garlic paste, red chili powder and salt. set aside, overnight if possible.
* pan fry onions on high heat until caramelized, add tomatoes and cashews
* add garlic, garam masala powder, sugar, vinegar, and chili powder. mix evenly and let it simmer on medium-low heat for 10-15 minutes, stirring every few minutes until cashews are soft.
* blend onion/tomato/cashew into a fine puree
* cook the marinated chicken pieces until no pink appears. if using a skillet, cook in batches so meat does not boil in its own juices. otherwise, cook on bbq grill, let rest 5 minutes, then cut to small pieces
* add blended puree back into pan (strain to remove tomato seeds)
* combine puree, cooked chicken, butter, cream, and kasoori methi in large pan and let simmer for 8-12 minutes
* garnish with cilantro if desired
* serve with basmati rice and/or naan bread
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by Lucy Sherriff
The Guardian
May 18, 2023
Viewed by the Chumash people as their ancestral home, the Native American tribe is behind the first Indigenous-led initiative to protect the ocean and repair its damaged ecosystem
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If successful, it would be the first tribally nominated, tribally led sanctuary on the US mainland. The proposed site will be a co-management initiative between the Chumash, other local tribal groups and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration(Noaa). Noaa manages 14 national marine sanctuaries – as well as the Papahānaumokuākea and Rose Atoll marine national monuments – but this would be the first in partnership with an Indigenous group.
The sanctuary would stretch from near the coastal village of Cambria, halfway between San Francisco and Los Angeles, to just south of Santa Barbara County, encompassing 7,670 sq miles of ocean.
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The construction of the Golden Gate Bridge began in San Francisco Bay on January 5, 1933.  
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conandaily2022 · 1 year
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Aaron Orozco biography: 10 things about US Marine Corps veteran from Lynwood, California
Aaron Orozco Figueroa was a resident of Lynwood, Los Angeles County, California, United States. Here are 10 more things about him:
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inyourwildestdreams22 · 4 months
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For those that don't know much about Marin County, it's one of the most expensive counties in the US. It makes sense that TZ would buy a house there. The California celeb real estate press generally checks the property records of LA, Orange, Ventura and Santa Barbara counties, but doesn't focus on northern California
https://www.marinij.com/2023/11/14/11-of-americas-25-most-expensive-zip-codes-are-in-the-bay-area-heres-where/
Ohh they would beat the middleclass core allegations lol
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nintendoteuthis · 1 year
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What's up with Calimari Inkantation, anyway? The way that cover of "Chorus of Calamari County" sparked a mass Octarian defection can be downplayed by other factors, but its power directly facilitated L'il Buddy absorbing "marine life energy" and turning into Hugefry. Considering the song is etched into marine DNA, this strays into "magic crystal" territory. But it could additionally be a few stages up from ablaut reduplication or how we see 3 as a "magic number." Patterns inherent to the psyche.
What I think happens with Calamari Inkantation is that hearing the melody triggers a biochemical response in Inklings and Octolings. It basically induces the body to amp up release of neurotransmitters that enhance certain brain functions, which makes them hyped up. In humans, the ideal chemical for this would be norepinephrine - but cephalopods don't produce that chemical. Instead, they like most invertebrates have a closely related chemical called - I'm not making this up - octopamine, which does roughly the same thing. The mass Octarian defection could in part be chalked up to octopamine. Norepinephrine increases vigilance, attention, and memory formation/retrieval, so octopamine might have a similar function in cephalings. So it may have helped Octolings to see past the propaganda and wonder what life might be life outside.
Calamari Inkantation being "etched into their DNA" sounds like a poetic way of saying that the gene that causes this is present in Inklings and Octolings. And since the hype effects have so far only been solidly documented in them, I like thinking of it as a gene that first appeared in a shared ancestor. The Shellendorf Institute has an exhibit on it:
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And this makes me wonder: how far does it go? How much of the melody must be heard to induce this response? Does it have to be exact? Can it be in a different key? Could the bridge of this song cause the same reaction?
Now I think something different happened when the Smallfry heard it. Can't be the exact same thing since vertebrates use norepinephrine instead of octopamine. I'll note that the little guy will hum the melody to himself sometimes without becoming huge - so the melody by itself may not be enough to cause Hugefry. Perhaps something else happening as well to cause that.
I'll admit - there is no natural explanation for how the little buddy can grow to kaiju size and back. It doesn't square up with biology or basic physics. If I may editorialize: I thought that the scraps of explanation with "marine life energy" and "three lights united to consume the disaster" was... not nearly as built-up or fleshed out as it could have been. Came out of nowhere with no real reasoning. I'll probably rewrite that bit at some point because I'm not satisfied with how that played out. Nevertheless, I will let it slide, only because we get a kaiju fight out of it, and that was awesome.
Size aside, the other physical changes in the Smallfry can be explained. As is widely known, male salmon during the breeding season will dramatically change appearance. This is ultimately caused by the body being flooded with testosterone. A similar flood of testosterone causes musth in male elephants, and during this time they become extremely violent. Out of every Salmonid we've seen thus far, Hugefry most closely resembles a raging breeding season male salmon. Check out that kype.
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Conclusion: the Little Buddy grew to kaiju size and became flooded with testosterone. This sends him into Salmon Musth, which makes him drastically change appearance and fills him with rage and violence, directed right at Mr. Grizz. How much of that was a biochemical reaction to Calamari Inkantation 3Mix and how much of it might have been something else is unknown.
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Wound — Hanah Yendler
Fiber (embroidery and beads), 12" x 12" x 1", 2021
Presented at The deYoung Open 2023 (ID #310)
Listed for $300 *
Artist statement:
This visceral embroidery piece was born out of intense emotional rawness that I experienced in the fall of 2021, as well as a curiosity in pushing the boundaries of the format of embroidery to somewhat emulate sculptural art. Embroidery and sewing has normally been used to decorate or to mend, but this piece intentionally "rips" the fabric apart.
Hanah Yendler is a multimedia painter, poet, and fiber artist based in California. You can view more of Yendler's artwork on Instagram @/hanahyendler. .
The deYoung Open is a triannual exhibition featuring artwork by California-Bay Area creators. The most recent exhibit was on display at The deYoung Museum in San Francisco from 09/30/2023 to 01/07/2024. To learn more and view a digital gallery of all 883 pieces that were featured, visit deyoungopen.artcall.org . And if you're an artist from Alameda, Contra Costa, Marin, Napa, San Francisco, San Mateo, Santa Clara, Solano, or Sonoma County, you should consider making a submission for 2026! Applications will probably go live in early June 2026, so you have some time to plan :)
I am not an affiliate of The deYoung Museum, Hanah Yendler, or any of the artists featured in The deYoung Open 2023. I'm just posting to celebrate some amazing CA artists. If you are the artist and would like me to take this post down or add additional credit, please message me on Tumblr.
* Listing price is shown on the deYoung Open website at time of writing. The artwork may no longer be available for sale.
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its such a fucking tragedy that nobody has spread NOAA propaganda so heres some:
runs the national ocean sciences bowl which is incredible and so much fun and just like any other science competition but without the fucking stress from others that so many other more popular ones put on you AND they feature other similar competitions it helped me get into earth sciences and conservation (directly radicalised 14yo me to want to kill every executive ever oil spills are so. AGH)
ALL of their resources they have so many fucking maps they track so much shit and theyve got satellites and speaking of
they run the national weather service!! go to weather.gov its got so much fucking information and is broken down by county with SO much data
just in general. they do SO much research not only for like. stuff that comes to mind when you think about oceans but also about sustainable fish farming and renewable energy!! especially w endangered marine animals like do you KNOW how awful bottom trawl fishing is!! its the whole net thing but also it digs into the sediment on the ocean floor disrupting so many fucking ecosystem communities sorry this is a tangent ill get back to noaa
in general - they provide SO much conservation stuff bc its not just oceans that theyre looking at!! what happens at a river determines what goes into the ocean (like fertiliser runoff) and swamps and wetlands are also so much under their purview. literally any resource tangentially related to water systems and the ocean. theyve probably got shit for you
Climate change stuff!! like at this point its clear that theyre wide reaching but ive gotta drive it in - 71% of this planet is covered in water and it fucking affects us ALL theyre dealing with SO MUCH ok last bit
SANCTUARIES they help preserve so much i lvoe the national marine sanctuaries and marine national monuments theyre so beautiful and incredible
SLAY!!!
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