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Some Kind of Animal, Cannibal
Sam Winchester x gn!reader
Summary: You and Sam get lucky when trying to find the missing peopleâŚthe luck being you both get taken too.
ASK: N/A
Warnings: angst with a happy ending, illness, injury, refusing to eat, kidnapping, cannibalism, talks of feeling sick, itâs basically all angst, early seasons Sam (3-4)
Author notes: VERY INSPIRED by Possibly in Michigan - Animal Cannibal, Reader is smart and took criminology in college. loosely based off of season one episode fifteen, I thought of this when talking to myself at 12:03 am as any good fic writer does.
word count: 4012
The three of you had been in the small town of Bayfield, Wisconsin for almost a week now and still barely anything had come up about the seven missing people. From what you had figured out, there was a sort of pattern; they were always taken at night and it was always in pairs.
Dean assumed it was a demon, but something didnât feel right to you. Demonâs were vicious, masochistic, it didnât make sense for them to take a person and not parade the kill about the town for all to see. Sam thought it could be a vamp, maybe even a rugaru, but you werenât sure.
âHowâs the research goin?â Dean asked nonchalantly as he walked back into the damp motel room, a bag of beers and snacks in his hand. You looked up from your uncomfortable position on the bed with an exasperated look and Sam leaned back on his chair. That was all the answer he needed. âSo weâve still got no clue at all?â He continued, turning to look at you, âand youâre sure itâs not a demon.â
You shook your head, ânot completely, but it just doesnât make sense for the profile.â Sam smiled slightly as you spoke; you couldâve been an FBI agent (meaning you probably wouldâve ended up crossing paths anyway) but instead you chose the hunting life. Despite this, the criminologist in you snuck out sometimes, something very useful to the two. âIf it were a demon, it would be an outlier, one who had either devolved or worked differently.â
There was silence for a while and Sam sighed, pulling his hands through his hair. It was getting longer now, the tips of it tickling his jawline every so often. âWhat if theyâre human?â He began, ânothing about this screams monster.â Sam turned to look at you, wanting your input.
âWell what would you prefer, a monster who we know how to kill, doing something weâd expect, or a human, who may be completely insane, doing this purely because they can.â Somehow the second option seemed scarier to the three of you.
Time passed the three of you in comfortable silence, interrupted only by the low humming of MTV reruns coming from the TV Dean had put on. Sam was the first to fall asleep, leaning his head gently against his book. Dean followed soon after, his ability to fall asleep pretty much anywhere was something you had always envied. This left you in a half-awake stupor, trying to get some last few moments of research in before falling asleep like the two boys in front of you.
Eventually, you called it quits and closed your book, heading over to Sam to do the same for him. You gently replaced Johnâs diary with a small pillow and were placing Samâs coat over his shoulders when you heard a crash outside. This area was known for raccoons but the noise sounded too loud to be an animal. You shook Sam awake and pulled the knife from your waistband, preparing for whatever might be outside.
Sam blearily looked over at you, standing up quickly despite the tiredness that clung to him when he saw the look in your eyes. He followed soon after, his gun firmly in his grip as the two of you walked out the door.
It was almost impossibly cold outside, the mist of the early morning clinging to your clothes. You pulled your jacket closer to you and turned round the corner into the alley, both of you with weapons raised. âAre you sure it wasnât just a drunk guy?â Sam asked tiredly as he slowly lowered his gun. You shook your head in confusion and turned round to face him.
âIt couldâve been, but something justâŚfelt off.â You replied. It had always been impressive, your intuition - Dean had called it witch-adjacent. Neither of you were concentrating on your surroundings, talking quietly between yourself when Samâs eyes widened and he went to raise his gun again. Though, you didnât get a chance to fight back as pain bled through your skull. You fell to the floor as the sharp crack of Samâs gun went off and the final thing you saw before darkness clouded over your eyes was Samâs unconscious figure beside you.Â
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This is where you are now, waking to an unbearable pain, cold metal stinging against your skin as you come to your senses, your body racked with shivers. You sit up slowly, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room. The only light that streams through was from a dirty, mould ridden window that tints the area with a sickly green. You can hear the sharp breaths of another person from across the room and small, pained cries echo across the dark every so often. âY/n.â The voice whispers, out of breath and harsh. You move slowly, eyes flitting across the darkness to find the source of the voice.
Sam sits in a cage of his own, hands harsh against the iron bars. His hair is damp and slick against the side of his face, face hollow and pinched from the fug of the basement. âWhat the hell is going on?â You reply, voice sharp from sleep.
You can see the surroundings through the thin strips of light, sun warping itself around cracked glass - it was day. âI donât know. Youâve been asleep for a while, maybe three days. God, I thought you were dead.â
Silence spreads like a cancer. Itâs been three days. Where was Dean? Did he know you were both gone? Did he care? Of course he did. You push the thought from your mind and move across the cage, hands clasping cold metal. The area wasnât tall by any regard and you had to crouch to walk across - you felt bad for how uncomfortable Sam must be.
Eventually, you reach the other side where Sam was sitting and look at him with the same, unnatural quiet. He reaches a shaking hand across the space and clasps it over your own. He is cold, hands sweaty - though you find that you donât care. You and Sam had always been close, leaning against one another during research or allowing him to plait your hair (and you to him if he was stressed). You run your hands over his in repetitive, soothing motions and lean your head against the rusty metal.
Sam sighs, though you arenât sure of the emotion behind it. His hands work over your knuckles, almost as if he was massaging them, though he moves away quickly when a door opens at the top of the stairs. It shines a new light in, one thatâs warm and forgiving - it feels like a new world.
Eager heeled footsteps click down the endless stairs and come to rest by a third cage, her hands laying on the side as if it were simply a wall. âThank goodness, I was wondering when youâd wake!â She speaks cheerily, hands now clasped together. The caged woman edges closer to the light, you can see a shining, silver cross necklace resting against her chest, the metal contrasting against her dirtied skin.
Thereâs an almost silent click and the door in front of you swings open, creaking and worn. Sam is first to exit, his hands being chained to a small lead she holds in her palm. You felt like a dog, some kind of rabid animal she was trying to tame. She leads the three of you up the stairs, metal chains clinking miserably against your wrist.
The two of you look around your surroundings, surveying every corner, crack and door with a pinprick precision. You can see Samâs hand instinctively move to his waistband - though you know thereâd be nothing there. The three of you are led into a small dining area, lit with the homely glow of candles. You could almost laugh at the difference.
Lori, as she had introduced herself, sits you down with a smile and places a plate in front of you. Itâs warm and suddenly reminds you that you haven't eaten in a while. You share a wary look with Sam and lean back in your chair, youâre not an idiot.
The girl opposite you, a tangle of sinew and bone, eats silently, hair withered and face gaunt - God knows how long sheâs been here.
Sheâs pretty, she wouldâve been. The girl has a sharp hooked nose and deep brown eyes, skin dark and warm. But sheâs lost her hope, and with hope goes will, strength and livelihood. Though beauty seems to have stayed.
From her, you come to the conclusion that the food wasnât poisoned, but you donât want to test it anyway - you wonât accept food from someone who kidnapped you.
The room is quiet, the only sound being the crackle of candles and the repeated scrape of a fork on a plate.Â
Itâs a winding path to sleep, something Sam doesnât seem to be blessed with any more. His hands shake in yours, his eyes screwed shut. This is you, sitting, waiting for the path to end, withering resolve and aching eyes. This is you, standing on the shoreline as Hero - a goddess' daughter - as your Leanderâs searchlight dims. This is you, letting time slip from your fingertips like golden blood.
The routine continues like a paper mobius strip, one thatâs tearing. Thereâs an end, you can see it carving itself into marble - but itâs an ending you do not want for Sam.
Itâs in this routine now, that you wake, hold a slowly succumbing hand in yours, refuse to eat and you hold Samâs hand once more. Itâs made you think more than youâd like, about time. About stories. Sam shivers, almost like clockwork now. His shirt is baggy against hollow bones and the tattoo on his breast seems wilted, like it wonât offer protection. He whispers too, short sentences you can never grasp.
The only word youâve ever understood is a drawn out, yearning, âPlease.â
There had been an offer of treatment, of safety. But Sam had seen to have found a sanctity in his suffering, he tells himself itâs a blessing, reminding him his limbs still ached, his body still yearned. Sam spits at the feet of his saviour and is rewarded with a harsh whip-like slap across his cheek.
He crumbles, rocks slipping from a cliff face, and grows still. âSam?â You whisper, afraid. You were afraid most days now.Â
Thereâs a moment, then a breath and you lean forward to brush the hair from his eyes. Dean would know what to do - he had always known. Instead you hold his hand again, thereâs not much else you can do.
The woman in the corner weeps. It had been the first time she had dared to make a sound, perhaps the violence had scared her.
âOh, my dear.â Lori speaks soothingly, smiling with bared teeth of mock sympathy. âCome along, letâs calm you down.â
The words feel like an attempt to cajole a scared kitten, but the glint in her eyes shines radiant in the dark. You and Sam donât see the woman again.
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âWhere do you think he is?â Sam asks, leaning against the bars. A welt has risen on his face and a large cut streaks across his angled cheek from Loriâs ring. He looks like a corpse, a victim of an illness that never stops taking.
You donât reply, he nods. Every so often, Sam holds your hand, rubbing your palm with his thumb, and youâd be Hero once more, seeing Leander for the first time at the festival. Though, he lets go eventually (he always did) and as he pulls away, his livelihood drowns - searchlight fading.
In the evening, careful hands guid you up the stairs once more, careful not to touch the raw skin around the handcuffs. Hunger picks at you, stretching your skin over your bones. You look at Sam, allowing a mournful sigh to escape from you. The both of you are dying, itâs something you have accepted, but you canât bear the thought that heâll die before you.
Youâve listed every single thing that changed in your mind, every time he shivers, every time the bags under his eyes darken. Maybe itâs become a way to cope. The both of you sit and Samâs near shoulder length hair falls in front of his eyes - it was an indication of how much time has passed. The both of you have no choice tonight, you have to eat.
This was the choice. You sit, silent, and know that you are giving in to the final piece of defiance you have. You watch while self-loathing washes over Samâs face as he too is forced to make the same choice, his body weaker than his mind. This is the choice; let go of your morals. Or die.
Itâs almost funny how quickly morals leave you in the face of death.
You find thereâs no way to delay it either. You have already analysed every movement of Loriâs. Every breath is calculated, every smile is vicious and hungry. So, with one final look toward your closest friend, you bite into the grey meat, the taste of something akin to pork overwhelming you. Itâs stringy, but it still tastes like the best thing you had ever eaten - perhaps it was the amount of time you had had in between meals. You take a bite of the mash on the side and feel something cold and metallic in your mouth.
You breathe in sharply and sit in place, slowly moving your hand toward your mouth. Thereâs a moment of emptiness before your realisation, a stillness as you hope the silver cross necklace you had pulled from your teeth did not mean what you thought it did. You release a shaky breath and hold a hand to your mouth, feeling sick to your stomach.
You had eaten her.
âSam.â
The whisper is almost inaudible. Youâd never spoken at the table before and, though it was allowed, you feel as though youâre breaking a rule. He looks up and his eyes widen, seeing how quickly your face has paled. You look down at the plate, then back at him, shaking your head in a warning motion.
Itâs only now he sees the necklace in your palm, pieces of dried blood sticking to it. Lori hadnât even bothered to clean it - she had probably meant to throw it away. You lean back in your chair, looking out the window to your left and seeing how the trees stretch for miles past it, leaves heavy with snow. You werenât sure when it had snowed. You try not to cry.
âAre you alright dear?â Lori asks, tension cutting across the room. Your head turns slowly, tears falling down your cheeks like hot tar, eyes wide, sucking in quick breaths. Sam seems scared - you look animalistic.
You hold up the necklace. âDid you make us eat her?â Your voice is unnatural, toneless and uncaring - a stark difference to the look on your face. Lori smiles. All she ever fucking does is smile.
You stare silently, face set with fear as she approaches, placing a manicured and veiny hand on your shallow cheek. You turn your head to the side, but her hand never leaves your face.
âDid you enjoy it?â It almost wasnât a question - not when she knew the answer. You turn back to face her and her hand moves across your face, coming to rest by the corner of your mouth.
If you were to be treated like some kind of animal, thatâs what sheâd receive. You bite down hard, ignoring the scream as your teeth carve through her finger. You get to bone and pull, degloving the skin and muscle from her finger and holding it in your mouth like a dog. Then, just as she looks back to you, you spit it onto your plate with an almost smile.
Sam looks at you with an unreadable expression. You meet his eyes, ignore the feeling that settles in your stomach and simply reply, âWeâre done with our meal.â
Lori pushes you down the staircase and into one singular cage, being in too much pain to open each individually. This is your plan. She closes the doors and snaps the keys. This is your plan.
Sam is withering, flu-like and scared. âWhy?â he asks quietly, moving from your arms. âWhy would you do that?â his eyes are wide, begging. Tears litter his cheeks. Heâs given up thinking thereâs a way to be saved. Heâs grown accustomed to dying behind rusted metal bars.
You donât reply and with blood stained lips you kiss him, trying to offer reassurance. He returns your kiss with a sigh, his pained fever making his skin hot to touch. He leans into you, hands holding your waist as if youâd disappear. You pull away and cradle him, gently brushing shaking hands through his hair. You kiss his forehead every now and then, staining his skin with darkening red.
Everything about you is strangely calm. You donât fear Lori, not now you have seen her bleed. She could die. She would. You fall asleep almost smiling; she would, she would.
Lori wakes you in the early morning, hand bandaged and face stern. Thereâs no more smiling. Thank God. Your confidence chipped at her, annoyed her. Itâs your turn to smile now. She unlocks the cage to move you to your own - you knew sheâd had a spare key, she loved theatrics. As soon as you stand to move to your own cage you sprint, knocking her to the floor.
You knew you wouldâve won, but weak monsters always bring a weapon when they feared the Hero the most. Though, you refuse to be Hero. There is no Leander, there is no searchlight. Itâs you and Sam: wild eyes, knotted hair and blood stains.Â
A knife pushes you off of her, sinking itself into your abdomen with aim and anger. Lori had known youâd bite again.
Your breath escapes you, blood seeping from your sullen skin. You fall into the agony, screaming out to the sky. Itâs not the single cut that wouldâve killed you, it's the anger. Lori stands now, placing a foot against your throat. âA rabid dog bites three times before itâs greeted with death's hands, a rabid human? They get one chance.â She whispers, her words distant.
Behind the both of you, Sam slowly rises, hands clenched in fists, teeth baring. Her head hits the floor first, a horrible crack echoing in the basement. Screams had a way of sinking into you, biting at your heart, but these made you strong. You stand beside Sam as he hits her, ripping the fabric of your large jacket to tie around your wound.
You let him kill her.
Sam lifts you up the stairs and you help him walk through the cold, each taking turns to keep the other alive. You walk through the snow, damp and ripped clothes doing nothing to keep you warm. It feels as though itâs been hours and eventually, Sam collapses into you, the both of you falling to the soft snow.Â
He kneels forward into you and you hold his face gently. The image was almost too familiar; Sam falling into the arms of someone he loves, face slick with tears and body weak. He had died too much already, you wouldnât let it happen again.
You kiss his jawline so softly it mightâve been a snowflake landing on his bruised skin and he lifts his head. âSorry.â he mutters repeatedly, a slurry of vowels and tears. You donât dare to shush him, it wouldnât help anything, it wouldnât stop him. âIâm so sorry.â
You kiss him again. âNone of this was ever your fault,â You whisper, voice tired and teeth stained. After a while, you try to move again, stumbling over only the iced floor. Thereâs a cough from Sam that pushes blood to his mouth, then heâs losing his footing again and falling into you, his hand pressing into the wound on your abdomen. You cry out, collapsing to the floor, spilling red on the pure white snow.
Itâs his turn to hold you now, muttering endless apologies and ripping his own clothes to rebandage you; his skin is pale, a majority of his muscle eaten away by time and hunger. He looked like a corpse. You lie there, cold and silent as his hands shake, tying knots as though itâs routine. He pushes past his own pain, placing a blood stained hand on your cheek and whispering to you. You shiver under his touch and it shocks you how much youâve missed being near him. You smile gently, and bury your head into his shoulder. The both of you sit there for a while, slowly freezing and holding each other with a softness you hadnât felt in a while.
Eventually, you reach the road and lean against a barrier, slowly, softly. He kisses your collarbone as he leans into you and you both wait to die.
âI love you.â You whisper, ready to close your eyes and not open them again. He sighs almost contently, his lips finding your skin again. Your fingers were red and sore, blood picking at the frost.
âI love you,â he replies.
Just as the two of you close your eyes with a sad acceptance, thereâs a roar of an engine you recognise. The wheels screech, a voice yells, but neither of you respond. Samâs fallen asleep now and you donât have the energy to speak. Hands grip your shoulders, press down to stop the flow of blood, scream your name. You can see him in a blur, but thereâs not enough in you to react. Your eyes close and itâs something youâre ok with.
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You wake up slowly, bleach biting at your nose. The room is stark white and clean - beeping rings in your ears. Youâre alone. You climb out of the hospital bed and wince, the wound clean, but still painful. It didnât take you long for you to find Dean, his voice loud against the hush of the ward. He turns, eyes locking onto you and grins, running over and leaving the doctor he was talking to behind. His arms wrap around you, soft and welcoming. âThought the both of you had left me. Took me a month and a bit to find you.â He pulls away, smiling, âYouâre both too strong, found your own way out.â Heâs happy, Samâs alive.
He sees the look in your eyes, he knows. âHeâs inside, not awake yet.â He replies, voice softer now. You spare one more, thankful glance at your best friend and make your way to Samâs room.
Sam lies there, still and peaceful. His cheeks are brighter and his bones hidden by strength once more. You sit by his side, eyes tired, and wait for him to wake up. He will, he has to. Eventually, sleep takes you and you lean against his bed, head resting on his chest to feel the gentle rise and fall. Your hand holds his, thereâs not much else you can do.
âArenât you meant to be in your own bed?â A voice asks and your eyes open to see him smiling at you. His hair is brushed back and his skin is clean of dirt. He sounds okay.
You laugh slightly, smiling for the first time in a month and reply, âI had better things to do.â You lean forward, kissing his lips softly, careful not to hurt either of you. He returns the sentiment, hand tying itself into your hair. You hold his face, thumb tracing his jawline, and smile as you pull away.
He stays there, noses touching slightly. Youâre centimetres apart. âYouâre lucky Iâm not infectious.â He whispers. You laugh again and move your hands to gently clasp the back of his neck.
âI wouldnât care anyway.â
Sam kisses you again.
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The Fosters: Our Thoughts on Episode 5x02Â âExterminate Herâ
Weâre back for more of our thoughts on this weekâs Fosters. Â As usual, check out @tarajean621âs thoughts on Jesus and brain injury representation in italics below:
You Know What Could Have Happened, Callie?/Honey, She Was Terrified: Â I can totally understand Callie wanting to focus on the good side of things. Â Iâm sure she is keenly aware of just how badly things could have gone. Â And Stef being short with her and Lena taking the time to explain how scared Stef was rings so true to Real Stuff Parents Do.
This Is Nothing to Celebrate!/Surprise!  And, naturally, all the charges are dropped.  But how awkward is this surprise party led by Robert?  Especially Mariana leading her brothers in a rousing chant of âhip hip hoorayâ because âour sisterâs a hero!â  So cute, though.
How Long Are You Gonna Stop Speaking to Your Brother?/How Long Are You Gonna Stop Speaking to Mariana? Â I missed this part somehow when it first aired. Â
Howâs The Treehouse Going? Â Has She Taken Over Yet?/No, She Just Found Us a Tree: Â Wow, everyoneâs crabby today, arenât they? Â Settle down, Emma. Â Only a few more days and you can be really far away from Mariana. Â (And Jesus. Â I wonder how that will go?)
Hey, Can I Talk to You for a Second?/Uh, Yeah, Sure: Â I hate that everyone is now actively fearing Jesus. Â Itâs especially disheartening seeing Mariana react out of fear here. Â And the camera stays with Brandon as he jumps and then leaves the table. Iâd love for the assumption that Jesus now resides at Intimidation Station to not be a thing.
I have been looking for statistics on how likely it is that people with TBIs assault their caregivers, since this seems to be the slant the writers are taking with 5A. Â I could not come up with one link. Â
I did, however, find pages of links (over 3 million results) about disabled abuse and victimization. Â
One source says that disabled people are 4-10 times more likely to be victims of violence, abuse or neglect than nondisabled people.  It goes on to share why people living with TBIs are likely to encounter victimization - the list includes the use of undue force (which I covered last week when Gabe restrained Jesus), caregivers misperceptions about TBI leading to abuse or not believing us when we report abuse, or having to endure abuse âin return forâ help with tasks of daily living.
Definitely. Â In just existing as a disabled person and talking to others who are, I can say that everybody I know who is disabled, has, at some point, been abused. Â (Usually, this is by a caregiver.) Â Another source I found on the maltreatment of children with disabilities states that:
âChildren with disabilities may have increased vulnerability to abuse because...[they] may be perceived as less valuable than other children. Their reports may not be considered trustworthy. Discipline may be more punitive and accompanied by a lack of respect.â
So, Iâve Been Thinking and I Wanna Do My Senior Project By Myself/Well, You Canât: Â Um. Â Wow, Mariana. Â Maybe you should have been honest with Jesus from the start about this.
Yes, this might have been a more timely conversation weeks ago. Â Although, it was really up to Moms and Drew to deliver this news to Jesus, so Mariana is not the only one to blame here.
Iâm Gonna Talk to Drew Myself and See What He Says: Â You pretty much have to, Jesus. Â Itâs the only way youâre guaranteed the truth. Â
But wait, if Jesus speaks to Drew all on his own, who will Drew look to if there is not a suitable nondisabled person present? <-- Sarcasm
Was This Emmaâs Idea?/No. Â I Just Need to Prove That I Can Do Something on My Own: Â Of course, Jesus would feel strongly about this. Â His family doesnât respect him as he is. Â It makes sense for him to feel like he has to prove his capability to get them to take him seriously. Â Nothing else is working.
Our society views productivity as the be-all and end-all. Â You go to school to produce meaningful work so that you can graduate and get a job, thus becoming a contributing member of society. Â You are useful and worthy then. Â Jesus feels like he needs to produce a meaningful senior project without help to be seen as useful and worthy again. Â And it doesnât hurt that it might earn him points with Emma to distance himself from Mariana.
I Just Wanna Help/I Donât Need Your Help/Well, We Do/So You Want Me To Go Live with Robert? Â Honestly, though, what else is Callie supposed to think? Â Moms are pretty much saying she is too much for them and they need backup to handle her. Â
Callie, We Love You But There is Only So Much That We Can Do For You:  I guarantee you the only part of Lenaâs sentence that Callie heard was âWe love you, but...â which feels exactly like, âWe donât love you,â or âWe used to love you, but donât anymore.â  (Please think about what youâre saying Moms, these words will stick.) Â
You Need to Decide Who You Want to Be Going Forward, Because This Girl is Not Acceptable: Â OMG talk about a back-to-back gut-punch! Â Jeez... Â What is Callie supposed to do with a statement like this? Â She is who she is. Â She canât change who she is. Â She has had a ton of stuff happen to her before she ever came to Stef and Lena. Â That all impacts who she is and her decision making process. Â Â
This morning I read an article called 3 Reasons Traditional Parenting Doesnât Work With Kids From Trauma. Â Callie has lived months as an adopted child, as opposed to 7 years in foster care. Â She is in survival mode all the time, and completely shut down during Momsâ and Robertâs lecture.
Iâve heard similar remarks as an adoptee myself and that is exactly how they resonate. Â Momsâ words must feel like such a rejection.
After This Last Thing With Callie, I Just Donât Know What To Do/I Know That Was So Awful For You. Â Iâm So Sorry. Â How Can I Help? Â What Can I Do? Â This is probably a bit of a raw wound for me personally, because Stef absolutely needs and deserves comfort. Â But it feels so jarring to see this scene after the previous two with Moms and Callie.
Lena excused Stefâs anger at Callie in the car when Stef talked about how Callie could have been beaten or raped (she has experienced both in foster care, Stef.)  Then the lecture.  But we just donât see that level of love and support for Callie herself.  Nobody is asking Callie âHow can I help?â  or âWhat can I do?â
I Need You to Say You Canât Help Unless Itâs Both Our Projects, Because You Canât Choose Sides: Mariana, I get that you are always at least 25 billion steps ahead, seeing every possible bad eventuality but you need to try to reign in this impulse to manipulate the adults in your world. Â Maybe talk about that in therapy? Â (But speaking of Kids Who Came From Trauma...pretty textbook behavior.)
(On the positive side, give Brandon Quinn all the points for the physical comedy of trying to put those jeans on! Â So funny!)
Heâs Lucky I Didnât Suspend Him/And Youâre Lucky I Donât Sue You. Â And The School: Â Yes, Lena! Â (Also how gross is that pro-privatization piece in the ABCC school paper?)
Portfolio?/Your Body of Work: Â I find it hard to believe that Callie would have zero idea of what a portfolio is, but maybe she doesnât hang around a lot of art students?
Mariana Just Told Me That This Treehouse Project is Approved for Her and Not Jesus Because He Might Not Be a Senior Next Year? Â It was news to me, too, Gabe! Â Iâve literally been thinking (for months) that Mariana went in to support Jesus for his senior project. Â That it was his meeting. Â And that when it was not approved for him that was the end of it, but Mariana couldnât let it go, so she lied and said it had to be both of their projects.
But Jesus Has No Idea, Right?/We Donât Want to Frighten Him with All the What-Ifs/Keeping Things From Him Blew Up in a Pretty Big Way: Â I mean, Gabeâs not wrong...
Dean Bayfield: Â Well, hello, new neighbor. Â Looks like Stefâs a little tongue-tied around you...
When Do They Send the Paper to the Printer?/They Already Did/What If It Caught an Error and Sent a New File? Â Mariana Adams Foster...put that big, beautiful brain of yours to good use and be careful. Â (Iâm so proud! Â But Iâm so conflicted about being proud!)
Pick Up Your Senior Project/Toss It: Â This Girl Is Not Acceptable.
The Art Professor...is Gonna Let Me Audit Her Class and Help Me Put Together My Portfolio/Thatâs Amazing: Â This Mama Sandwich for Callie is so bittersweet because she looks so relieved that they still love her. Â
Do Think Iâd Be Better at Scooping Ice Cream or Flipping Burgers?/That Depends. Â Youâd Be So Bad at Both: Â OMG Callie! Â Hahahaha!
Maybe This Could Be My Still Life. Â Iâm Salty, Right? Â Why would she want to find an object that defines her if the girl she is is not acceptable? Â No wonder she is struggling so hard with this.
I Used to Blow Dry My Hair Straight, Too, Mariana. Â Itâs Called Time-Management: Â These are the moments that I love. Â Because Marianaâs hair is not a lost issue, and Lena remains supportive about it, giving Mariana advice from her own experience.
We Have 5 Teenagers/Oh God Bless You! Â We Just Have the One: Â Hahaha! Â I love Theresa!
A Good Basic Case With All the Essentials: Â Canât go to art school without supplies! Â
The Article Doesnât Appear to Quote You or Anyone on the Administration.  Itâs Just One Kidâs Opinion, Right?  OMG Lena, I love you!  Also, check out the screencap Tara got of the article in the Sea Breeze!  Love that it cites IDEA and points out what this article says, in part, which is â If the private...school does not accept any federal funding, then the school is not required to provide accommodationsâ to students with disabilities.
What Did You Bring to Sketch?/I Think Iâm Just Gonna Sketch My New Art Set: Â Because nothing says Callie like an art set you got 10 minutes ago... :(
Grace! Â Are You Okay? Â Are You Hurt? Â Why Are You Handcuffed to the Bed?! Â Brandon, your reaction to Grace here was, hands down, my favorite part of the episode. Â You give me hope for humanity in this moment.
Otherwise, Why Would You Be Here? Â I also love Ximena! Â There is such a shortage of positive female friendships depicted on TV that I would love to see Callie and Ximena develop one. Â But it looks like Ximenaâs complimentary question to Callie isnât sitting quite right...
Itâs For This Foster Family That Has, Like 12 Kids.  Some of Them Are Special Needs:  First of all, it seems illegal that one family would have 12 foster kids at once?  And secondly?  Pretty much no one in the disability community likes the term âspecial needs.â Â
Since I Got This TBI, People Treat Me Like IâM Special Needs:  So revealing there, Jesus.  I always say, the hardest part about being disabled isnât the disability, itâs the way weâre treated as inferior.  I imagine that dealing with a sudden disability as Jesus is, that feeling is even stronger.  (And I canât shake the feeling that the âpeopleâ Jesus is referring to is his family.  And honestly, nobody should be treated like theyâre less when theyâre disabled, especially by family.  Itâs bad enough to experience it in general society.)
Having a brain injury is not a bad thing, but it does take some adjustment.  The way Jesus says, âPeople treat me like I am special needsâ is revealing, as Tonia pointed out.  People treat him like a pile of unreasonable demands - like a list of symptoms - instead of as a human being who has a brain injury.
Talk to Your Moms/All They Do is Lie to Me and Keep Secrets.  They Arenât Going to Tell Me.  So, What Is It? I canât say I wouldnât be making the same call Gabe ends up making here...and so far, Gabe is one person whose ableism is at a minimum, and Jesus feels that.  He feels respected by Gabe.  His experience with Moms post-TBI has been that they treat him as less now.  They have lied to him and he doesnât need anymore of that.  Heâs out of the woods, healthwise, he doesnât need to be âprotectedâ in this manner.
No Longer Funding Any Junior Studentâs Senior Projects: Of course you arenât, Drew...
Did You Talk to My Father? Â Robert Quinn? Â Oh Lordy, this isnât gonna end well, is it? Â How humiliating for Callie. Â Like she needs Robert calling in favors for her to get to audit art school class...
Iâm Not Gonna Be a Senior Next Year?/We Donât Know That, Jesus: Â Now Jesus knows, and Stef still wonât give him a straight answer? Â Really? Â At least tell him what you DO know...
Also, inquiring minds would like to know what IS happening with regard to Jesus and school? Â Stef and Lena are both back at work and Jesus is home all day, talking to Gabe as he builds the treehouse. Â Lenaâs an educator. Â School is always on this familyâs radar. Â Even if Jesus isnât ready for full days, Iâd think a teacher coming to the house for a bit wouldnât be out of the question. Â But school hasnât even been mentioned by Moms except to say that Jesus is missing a lot, and taking Drew of all people as the expert on post-brain-injury reentry to school.
Jesus, I Need You To Calm Down/No, I Am Not Going To Calm Down/Then You Can Go To Your Room Until You Are Willing To Listen To Me. Now: Â
In my opinion, Jesus is not out of bounds or out of control here. Â He has a right to be upset, but Stef sends him away. Â (Instead of sending Gabe and/or Mariana away so she can have a private conversation with Jesus.) Â She tells him to leave until he is willing to listen to her - but Stef is in no way willing to be around his feelings in this moment.
Too often, disabled people are expected to âbe niceâ in the face of ableism.  And letâs be clear, not telling Jesus about what is going on with his schooling is ableism.  Dismissing Jesusâs current upset?  Also ableism. Â
If any of the other kids found out Moms withheld information for weeks about them possibly not being promoted a grade, upset would be an expected reaction. Â In Jesusâs case, it is not justified in Momâs eyes.
Iâm Not Going Up There With Him! Â Did You See What He Did to Brandonâs Room? Â What If He Takes a Baseball Bat to My Head? Â Kids learn ableism from their parents...and Stef doesnât refute Mariana here... Â So harmful. Â (And also - if Mariana isnât comfortable going upstairs, the least Stef could do is tell her to go to the living room or something. Â Anything so she is not right there when Stef tells Gabe that if he canât respect Stef and Lenaâs authority as the twinsâ parents, heâll have to leave. Â Awkward. Â And not a conversation for one of the kids to overhear.)
Is This a Bad Time?/Jesus is Up in His Room and Iâm Sure He Would Love to See You Right About Now: Â Um... Â If Jesus is supposed to be being punished or taking a break or whatever, why would you send Emma up there? Â (But I have a pretty good idea why. Â Disability as a Plot Device, anyone? Â Because up until now, Emma was the only person who wasnât fearful of Jesus. Â The choice to send her up there just to witness Jesus throwing things is a conscious choice to continue his ostracization and isolation. Â To make sure he has no one to turn to or lean on. Â
Notice how this âoutburstâ comes immediately after being dismissed. Â
Also, here is another example of how traditional parenting does not work on kids with traumatic backgrounds. Â And a Traumatic Brain Injury is yet another trauma for Jesus to juggle, in addition to his unstable infancy and childhood (until age 8). Â Sending Jesus to his room just drives home the fact that he, like Callie, is seen as unacceptable now. Â Â
I Wish I Had Somewhere to Unleash My Beast/You Do. Â Your Art: Â Jesus, do you hear this? Â You and Callie could totally channel all your feelings into art. Â Thatâs what itâs there for, and youâre both good at it. Â (Iâd actually really like to see this!)
How Did Your Job Interview Go?/I Was Late So I Probably Didnât Make a Great First Impression: Â Yeah, like when your girlfriend calls you with fake emergencies when she KNOWS you have a job interview soon...
Pretty Sure She Was Trying to Have Sex With You/Oh, My God: Â I loved this! Â Rang so true to me that the adopted kid would totally get what Grace was trying to do with Brandon while Brandon remained innocently oblivious...
I Wanna Try to Be a Senior Next Year, Even If That Means I Have to Go to Summer School/Honey, Thatâs Really Great to Hear, But Your Senior Project Will Have to Wait Until Then: Â Okay but Jesus literally did not say anything about his senior project. Â Heâs talking about his education right now. Â Why does no one take him seriously? Â (Oh wait, I know...)
âThatâs really great to hear.â What does that even mean?  âThatâs really great to hear that you still desire and value an education even though you have a brain injury?âÂ
It sounds as if that was Lenaâs way of possibly skirting the education conversation. Â Â
Because I Got Mad? Â Are You Punishing Me? Â Of course, it feels like a punishment.
Drewâs Not Funding Any Senior Projects by Juniors/Youâre Lying:  Moms, remember Stefâs brilliant take on âtrust has to be earned?â  I feel like itâs time to work on starting to earn Jesusâs.  Because right now, he canât trust anything you say, and why should he?Â
Also, Iâm pretty sure Monte said last episode that Drew isnât the principal because she hasnât yet resigned. Â So...why is the vote invalid but his word about Jesusâs senior project like signed, sealed and notarized by a judge?)
I Could Probably Get Jesusâs Uncle to Donate/Birth Uncle: This is interesting, because we watched this episode with a friend who adopted her daughter. Â And she specifically commented on this scene. Â Said she never corrects her daughter when she wonders about her birth mother. Â And she felt it was out of place for Moms to correct Gabe here.
I Do Wanna Keep My Senior Project/We Took It to the Dumpster Already: Â Ouch, Callie :(
I Didnât Give Her Any Money, I Just Asked Her to Give You a Chance, But Only If She Believes in You, Which, Obviously, She Does/You Donât: Â Bam. Â Itâs truth time, by Callie. Â And that really is what Robertâs actions communicated. Â Instead of helping with her or giving her advice on what to do next, he went behind her back and appealed to the teacherâs pity, and that never feels good.
I Know You All Think That Iâm Unacceptable/Thatâs Not What We Meant/Itâs What You Said:  Right, Callie?  And no matter how many other times she is affirmed, those words will be inside her, challenging the love sheâs shown.  Itâs this thing: anger resonates as the âtruestâ feeling, while love feels forced.  Itâs hard to explain...
When You First Met Me You Told Me I Wasnât Disposable and Iâm Really Trying to Believe That: Â We keep track of every single word.
We Donât Want You to Throw Away Your Past, We Just Want You to Stop Repeating It: Â But that might not be entirely in Callieâs control. Â How often do we rehash or recreate an aspect of our past in an effort to work through it, or because it feels familiar and that feels safe? Â Moms want Callie to feel safe, but safe is new. Â And itâs going to take some getting used to. Â (Also Iâm really glad Lena rescued Callieâs senior project from gettting thrown away.)
So, Iâm Not Going to See You Before You Go?/Iâm Sorry/I Love--: Â Emmaâs pulling away so hard and fast. Â This sucks.
I really hope that this whole Aggression Is A Symptom storyline does not end up Teaching Jesus A Lesson.
Did Mamas Talk to You About The Treehouse?/Iâm Gonna Ask Emma to Do It With Me...If Thatâs Okay: Â Ugh, and the twins arenât getting along still. Â And at this point it seems like working with Emma on the treehouse this year or next is gonna be a bust...
Not being able to connect after an injury is a thing, and I appreciate that it is being depicted. Â To add to Toniaâs comment about Emma, we donât know what is going to happen with them. Â He is trying to make things work with his girlfriend while putting Mariana in her place. Â We will have to see what happens...
I Guess I Shouldnât Have Read Fifty Shades of Grey: Â Oh, Grace, what a terrible book!
I Donât Know Where The Keys Are. Â I Think Theyâre Over Here/Okay, Iâm Coming: Â Hahaha! Â Donât play with handcuffs, Brandon and Grace...or Stef will have to come unlock you...and wouldnât that be embarrassing?
Fearless: Â I love Callie showing Ximena her necklace from her mom as her object for her Still Life and I love Ximenaâs reaction to it!
Tess/Oh, My God! Â Stef! Â So, I was in the shower, the morning after this aired, and it occurred to me. Â The thing that everybody already knows about who Tess is. Â But in case someone hasnât made the connection. Â I realized Tess was Stefâs high school friend who she was cuddling and got caught by Stefâs dad. Â Also the reason Stef was sent by her dad to see a priest, who told her being gay was a sin (episode 1x06, I believe.)
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PAGE TWENTY-FIVE
Finally at the end of his sleepy walk through Bayfield, Castiel arrives at his destinationâElevenses. The coffee shopâs name is written across the window and the door in a curling, almost Elvish script, and a couple of posters decorate the glass. One reads; HOT CHOCO IS LIKE ROLLING AN EASY 20, and is decorated with a single die. The other reads; Dungeons & Dragons Every Wednesday at 8pm - ALL WELCOME!
On the pavement beside the door is a water bowl, labeled Let your dog drink here! A single tree grows nearby.
As Castiel opens the door, we get our first peek inside at the bookshelves that fill the coffee shop.
At the counter, Charlie Bradbury, wearing an apron over her Super Mario t-shirt and Deathly Hallows pendant, serves coffee and pastries to a customer. Behind her, a menu decorated with a drawing of the Vulcan salute offers an assortment of themed tea and coffee.Â
It reads:
WE <3 CARRIE FISHER (iced tea, green apple) WINTER IS COMING (iced caramel macchiato, cinnamon)
FANDOM FAVORITES
ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE (blueberry-lavender tea, honey) MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (pumpkin spice latte) HOGWARTS!AU (butterbeer, alcohol free or not) CHRISTMAS FIC (cinnamon spiced latte, honey) MUTUAL PINING - FOR FIRST DATES! (2 mugs of Americano for the $ of 1) NSFW (spicy hot chocolate, chili peppers)
Beside the menu, two posters are pinned to the wall. One is handwritten, and advertises FANFIC NIGHT! On Fridays; the other is a licensed poster for one of Castielâs books, A Length of Rope.
The counter itself is set on top of a bookshelf, packed with sci-fi and fantasy novels, and a small flower in a pot marked with a crown acts as a book-end.
Opposite, an empty pastry stand is labeled with a handwritten note;Â PIES ARE SOLD OUT (thanks Dean :P) followed by another encouraging Elevenses patrons to adopt a cactus at Winchester Flowers and Plants.Â
The tip jar is labeled HAIL THE HYPNOTOAD.
PAGE TWENTY-SIX
The bell over the door jingles as Castiel walks the rest of the way inside, and the other customer leaves. Charlie, now tidying up, glances up at the sound. She smiles, delighted, when she sees who it is.
Charlie: Cas!
Castiel: Hello, Charlie.
Charlie hurries over to tackle him in a tight hug, and Castiel returns it warmly.
Charlie: Iâm so glad youâre finally here! I missed you.
Castiel: I arrived three days ago.
Charlie:Â And youâve been a hermit since. Doesnât count.
PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN
As they catch up, Charlie grips Castiel by the shoulders. He smiles down at her, happy to see his old friend after a long separation.
Charlie:Â Has it really been five years since I saw you in person?
Castiel: Six, I think.
Charlie:Â Now I feel old.
Castiel: I suspect an aged pension is just around the corner.
She shoots him an exasperated look.
Charlie: Donât make me regret convincing you to move here.
Castiel smirks at her. As Charlie heads over to the counter, he moves toward a table to sit.
Castiel:Â Youâre right. I should leave that to Gabriel.
PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT
He doesnât get far before he notices the books at the counter, and after leaving his laptop bag to hang over the back of a nearby chair, he goes back to look at them more closely.
Along the top, bookended by the potted flower, is a collection of Castielâs work.
Faded Grace. Perdition. A Length of Rope. Darkside. The Big Empty. Ring of Fire. Profess Your Love. Â
The back cover of The Big Empty is printed with a quote from the New York Times reviewââScary and sexy. Canât get better than this.â
Amused and flatteredâbut mostly to be a painâCastiel picks up A Length of Rope and smirks at Charlie.
Castiel: Then again, I doubt my biggest fan would ever really want me to leave.
Charlie feigns annoyance as she responds.
Charlie: Smartasses donât get free coffee.
The threat would be more convincing if she wasnât bringing him coffee while she said it.
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âKinda bent, but we ainât breakinâ⌠in the long runâ
Maverick Saturday stretched out before us like a challenge - thirteen hours is a long time on your feet for a couple of oldsters, but weâd give it our best shotâŚ
We didnât catch all of Dan Walshâs opening Barn set, but his closing number, a lyrical, backwoods folk-flavoured instrumental that peaked in an increasingly frenetic celtic reel to the whoops and stomps of the crowd, was enough to impress us with its fleet-fingered dexterity.
Kelly Bayfield made her second barn appearance with another stylish set drawn from the new album: Kelly taking to the piano to give us a new short number Sing which was twinned (âwell, theyâre a similar flavour, and in the same key!â) with her last single Hitchhiker, both oozing classy 70s chanteuse vibes and the latter closing in some great Telecaster work from Andy Trill in a majestic closing solo.
Thereâs not much thatâd drag us away from a Kelly performance early, but having spotted his programme picture (âLong hair, Les Paul? Thatâll do!â) we pottered down to the open air Green Stage for David Banks and his band. He did exactly what we thought it said on the tin: lots of Springsteen/Petty influenced muscular Americana with a dash of Molly Hatchett topped with excellent southern-fried guitar and classic âbig endingsâ⌠marvellous.
He was followed by Simon Stanley Ward (another âold faveâ) who brought his Jonathan Richmanish irreverence and wit to Old Time Country in Excuse Me While I Feel Sorry For Myself; the Graceland-African-style Iâm A Worrier (ââŚthatâs worrier, not warriorâ) a swinging rockânâroller Bigfoot, Baby (Eddie Cochran meets cryptobiology) and Rocket In The Desert (the salad leaf not the projectile) with its Lawrence Of Arabia theme tease. While lampooning his own assumed-Nashville twang in American Voice the accompaniment was as echt as you could want, and the deadpan humour of Beluga Whale was sung to a properly stirring Journeyesque anthem.
As it wasnât raining The Green seemed the place to stay, where Forty Elephant Gang came next. Reviewing their album we were a little sniffy about their âcrowd-pleasing festival songsâ but aside from the field holler-meets-O Brother Where Art Thou-style Songs Of Praise, this set was mostly the ones weâd liked: the relaxed Tex-Mex of Strange Things Happening with three-part harmonies and intertwining mandoânâguitar lines; the melancholic waltz of Young Manâs Game and the Squeeze-y domestic wit of Drunken Promise Song. A final âcrowd-pleaserâ came in the chugging bluesy Hands Out Your Pockets, an instruction the assembled masses eagerly followed to add the required clap-along.
Sam Chase Trio made another appearance at The Green, wooing the larger crowd with both edgy humour (including praising UK portaloos in comparison to US versions, and introducing Everyone Is Crazy But Me as âa childrenâs song... now, what they mean is that itâs simple, since kids are generally at the dumber end of the spectrumâ), and songs as varied as the fiery protest of What Is All The Rage and the haunting, wistful Lost Girl, (from the âFaustian Spaghetti Western Of Epic Proportions Known As The Last Rites Of Dallas Pistolâ) sung by cellist Devon.
Now Plunger do like a bit of bluegrass, whether itâs grainy b/w Flatt & Scruggs clips from the 50s, through Sam Bush and New Grass to BĂŠla Fleck and Greensky Bluegrass so The Folly Brothers should have been our kind of thing⌠however what we heard of them was more My Old Manâs A Dustman than anything Appalachian so we wandered offâŚ
Back at The Barn Dean Owens and the Southerners drew a large and attentive crowd, but the popular Scot also left us a bit underwhelmed. Mellow, melodious troubadoury country that wouldnât have been out of place on a mid-afternoon 70s Radio 2 show, the kind of thing that takes a deep listen in your bedroom to appreciate the stories told: very easy on the ear for sure but without any particular thing to grab us at a festival.
After an abortive attempt to catch Ella Spencer and her accompanist at The Moonshine (an extremely long soundcheck with problems with feedback from pretty much everything they touched meant we gave up) we caught a snatch of Los Pistoleros as we rounded The Green: probably the most C.O.U.N.T.R.Y. thing of the weekend, complete with draggy fiddle, pedal steel and old time vocal harmonies⌠if Iâd not left my cowboy boots at home Iâd have been out line-dancing with the best of them.
Plunger had only just seen Alyssa Bonagura (with Tim De Graawâs band) less than a week since. Here at The Barn she was nominally solo but Tim joined her to add sweet harmonies and mellow guitar to Alyssaâs polished Cali-country: her strong yet ethereal vocal equally at home in slow emotional confessionals or giggly upbeat Big Yellow Taxi-style big strummers.
Listed only as âDogs Play Deadâ it was only a lucky guess that took us down to The Green for what turned out to be Fridayâs headliners Black Eyed Dogs playing a set of Grateful Dead classics. Mainly those with a countryish twist to them already, like Casey Jones, I Know You Rider and Friend Of The Devil; and bringing that flavour with fiddle and pedal steel to others like Truckinâ, China Cat Sunflower, Playing In The Band and the epic closing Franklinâs Tower. All done with the right degree of loose, shambling rhythms and discursive noodling on guitar (and fiddle!) Fabulous stuff for grooving on the grass under what by now were glorious sunshine-filled blue skies.
Brooks Williamsâ jangly sonorous acoustic and warm, smooth higher register vox was ideal early evening fare at the barn, in covers like Dave Alvinâs King Of California, traditional numbers like Deep River Blues and originals like the Gordon Lightfootish melancholy of Frank Delandry, and the damp-eyed nostalgia of Palomino Gold, aided toward the end of his set by some more excellent banjo from Dan Walsh.
The USP of Eddy Smith & the 507 is Eddyâs gravelly soulful voice, ideal for their bluesy-edged material, like the harp-led strut of It Donât Feel Much Like Living and the new single Ticket Out Of Here, a bustling two-step with impressive three-part harmony vocals. They definitely have moved up a level since we last saw them a couple of years back.
Somehow we managed to miss Sarah Petite with her band completely on Friday, and almost all of her stripped-back Moonshine set on Saturday. Which was definitely our loss gauging by the brief snatch of crackling husky vocal over restrained bass and reverb laden guitar that we heard while hunting for a still-open toilet (a water supply problem having rendered all loos unusable for a considerable portion of the late evening... pretty much the only fly in the ointment all weekend!)
As the sun set the two-month date differential was beginning to tell: clear night skies in September arenât quite the same as July and the growing chill was testing our stamina a bit. We headed for The Peacock and the tribute show to John Prine, hosted by Rich Hall. Pretty much every act who was on site came to do a turn in honour of the recently-deceased songwriting legend, with their own favourite from his oeuvre. Kelly Bayfield band gave us Hello In There, Tim De Graaw with Alyssa did Thatâs The Way The World Goes Round, Alyssa gave us the obligatory Angel From Montgomery, and Simon Stanley Ward (plus Kelly) gave a fantastic rollicking Lake Marie. Entirely in character, Sam Chase Trio broke the mould and gave us their own tribute song John Prine.
Rich Hall had to skip out on MC duties to attend his own set at The Barn: sacrilege to say, but the appeal of stand up (even to music, even from such a big name) palled a little. It was getting bitterly cold (you could see your breath hanging in the air) and given that what we could hear of his set was the same as weâd heard last time he was here we spent much the time attempting to warm up with piping hot beverages. However it was by far the rammedest set of the weekend, with the tightly-packed crowd spilling out of The Barn for some distance.
Jon Langford was unsurprisingly somewhat hindered by the draw of Rich Hall (which left The Peacock a bit underpopulated!) His spiky, punky approach wasnât entirely our bowl of chilli, although the rendition of Eddie Waring (originally by Help Yourself with Deke Leonard and BJ Cole, who was sitting in with Jon tonight) was very good.
The programme description of headliner Jerry Joseph did its best to weaken our staying power too: with our deep suspicion of any write-ups that include the âp-wordâ, and somewhat incredulous of the mention of âjam bandsâ, Jerry looked like he wouldnât be our kind of thing at all. However he didnât live down to expectations (wholly). A very animated stage-prowling audience-provoking figure in shorts and no shoes, there was no shortage of energy even if it was largely unchannelled and could get a little wearing⌠(maybe it was that, maybe it was the chill, but The Barn steadily thinned out during his set, ending less than half full). War At The End Of The World was the pick of the bunch, although like most of his material it would probably have sounded better with a band (like, erm, Stockholm Syndrome, which he co-founded; or, erm, Widespread Panic who he has written for⌠so much for our âjamband incredulityâ!)
While it might have ended as a bit of a test of endurance, there were more than enough high points to make Saturday another enjoyable Maverick experience.
âDid we do it for love? Did we do it for money? More like stubborn dumb persistence and hot chocolate, honeyâŚâ
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New garden takes root in Bayfield with focus on healthy ingredients, food security
Pine River Shares is taking up meals insecurity in japanese La Plata County with the assistance of a brand new, sustainable meals backyard.
The backyardâs produce will add contemporary, wholesome components to the nonprofitâs weekly meals share packages in Bayfield and Ignacio. Already, apple timber and garlic are taking root on the Bayfield Schooling Middle, dwelling of Pine River Shares, with the assistance of neighborhood volunteers and college students.
âEverybody deserves entry to wholesome, sustainably raised meals,â stated Halie Forsthoff, dean of the Bayfield Faculty District Wolverine Academy.
Final week, college students on the academy, a project-based studying program, planted 20 apple timber within the backyard. Group volunteers additionally put in backyard beds close to the orchard and planted garlic this spring, Forsthoff stated.
Armondo Dominguez and Grace Smith, each college students at Wolverine Academy, water the newly planted timber Tuesday within the Pine River Shares backyard in Bayfield. The backyard makes use of sustainable, closed-loop permaculture rising methods.
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New backyard takes root in Bayfield with give attention to wholesome components, meals safety
Armondo Dominguez and Grace Smith, each college students at Wolverine Academy, water the newly planted timber Tuesday within the Pine River Shares backyard in Bayfield. The backyard makes use of sustainable, closed-loop permaculture rising methods.
Jerry McBride/Durango Herald
The backyard is a part of the Pine River Shares Area to Fork challenge, which launched in 2017. It drew enter from 200 locals to ascertain a sustainable meals system that meets the wants of the worldâs 14,000 residents.
The brand new backyard, which makes use of permaculture rising strategies, might be a spot the place residents can study meals manufacturing at dwelling by means of instructional neighborhood work days.
This summer time, Pine River Shares plans to put in a 35-foot develop dome, which suggests year-round meals manufacturing for food-insecure households and seed begins for the neighborhood.
âMany individuals donât essentially develop up gardening or concerned in meals manufacturing, and this challenge makes this information extra accessible,â Forsthoff stated. âReaping the scrumptious advantages, or generally studying from the failures, teaches us many classes about ourselves ⌠but additionally teaches us to understand our ties to the land.â
Straw covers garlic planted Tuesday within the Pine River Shares backyard in Bayfield. Produce from the backyard might be used within the nonprofitâs meals share packages.
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New backyard takes root in Bayfield with give attention to wholesome components, meals safety
Straw covers garlic planted Tuesday within the Pine River Shares backyard in Bayfield. Produce from the backyard might be used within the nonprofitâs meals share packages.
Jerry McBride/Durango Herald
The Wolverine Academy college students are serving to to extend public consciousness about meals insecurity within the area, she stated.
College students are researching the primary components that contribute to native meals insecurity and the right way to resolve these issues. They plan to share their findings with the general public by means of the backyard challenge.
âSadly, in our nation, meals insecurity tends to coincide with weight problems on account of overreliance on processed meals,â Forsthoff stated. âProcessed meals take pleasure in being cheaper and lasting longer than contemporary alternate options, however the Area to Fork challenge goals to reverse this notion, which I imagine is vital to rising meals safety.â
The Colorado Well being Basis offered a $25,000 grant for the backyard challenge, whereas the develop dome might be bought utilizing cash raised by area people members.
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Kappa We All Just Get Along?
Series Summary: You didnât have the easiest life, after losing your family you escaped everything you knew and went on the run. You were young and alone, until you meet the Winchesters, a long overdue meeting. Now together the three of you will face adventure, horror, romance and suspense. The Winchesters become your lifeline, and you become theirs. But you have no idea what kind of adventures youâre really in for.
Word Count: 2,269
Warnings: None
Chapter Summary: You and the Winchesters caught wind of a case and head to Bayfield, Wisconsin to investigate a little girls stolen horse and some strange deaths.
A/N:  Another huge thanks to my girl @amanda-teaches for being my beta editor. Part 2 is coming soon. I'm having so much fun writing this! Thank you guys for your support! Love you all and hope you enjoy this chapter! FEEDBACK IS MY SUSTENANCE!!!
Catch Up Yaâll!! MASTERPOST
You could remember Your family reminding You to take baby steps⌠of course that was when you had a family that werenât two crazy monster killing men.
Sam and Dean Winchester were a force to be reckoned with, that much you had gathered before meeting them, but you were just as stubborn as the two of them combined, which, in the long run, meant that they had no chance.
âAnd, why canât I go out with you guys?â you demanded.
At the moment, the three of you were sitting in their motel room somewhere in Iowa.
For the past month and a half, you had been with the boys, but Dean insisted you stay at the motel and do the research. You were literally on lockdown, and although you loved the man, you wanted to hold a pillow to his face til he stopped breathing.
âWeâve been over this Y/N, we donât need your blood on our hands,â he said.
âDid you forget that I spent more than ten years on my own? With nothing but a kitchen knife? Literally living on the streets? Dean, I know how to take care of myself. You taught me how to fight yourself,â you insisted, practically desperate to get the hell out of the damn motel.
Dean shook his head again, his green eyes settled on you with a hard look of determination.
Sam sat quietly on his bed, letting the two of you hash it out, just waiting to see who came out on top. You figured he was betting on his big bro, well⌠you would make sure he would come to regret that wager.
âOkay, first of all, teaching, not taught. You still canât fight, and second, did you forget you also told me you werenât intentionally seeking out monsters? Itâs dangerous for you right now, Y/N. Youâre not a hunter, youâve admitted that to me yourself. I made my decision, and Iâm not changing it, so stop whining,â he said to you, making you even more tempted to grab that pillow.
âDean-â you tried, but he cut you off
âY/N,â he warned, giving you a steely glare, âIâm not kidding. Youâre staying in the room, end of discussion. Youâre the one that wanted to come along with us and we let you, so you play by our rules,â his words sent a pang of irritation through you.
âSam?â you said, looking to the man. Sam looked up from his laptop and gave you a shrug.
âI think you should be able to go,â he said honestly. You were ready to strangle him for not speaking up earlier.
âExcuse me?â Dean demanded, turning to his brother. You sat back and decided to watch the two of them.
âWhat? Sheâs proven herself capable every step of the way, she should be able to go on a hunt with us,â Sam informed Dean, causing the hunter to glare at his younger brother before turning back to you.
âNo,â he said coldly. You huffed, crossing your arms. âSo then weâre not playing by âyourâ rules,â you said to him, gesturing between him and Sam, âweâre playing by âyourâ rules,â you finished, pointing at Dean.
âYeah,â he admitted, looking at you. âAnd my rules are gonna keep you safe. Iâm not telling you that you can never go on a hunt with us, itâs just easier if you stay here and do the research like you have been.â
You wanted nothing more than to argue further with him, but you couldnât deny he was right before. You had agreed to abide by their rules, whether those rules were Sam and Deanâs, or just Deanâs. You werenât happy about it, but you would let it go for now.
Deciding to move on from the argument, you turned to Sam, raising your brow.
âOkay, so what is this case?â you asked the tall man. Sam sat up and moved to sit at the edge of the bed.
âLittle girl, Diana Greene. One of the horses from her familyâs ranch went missing. Apparently, Diana says it was a theft, she says she saw a giant frog steal her horse.â
You frowned, cocking your head slightly. âOh wow, okay. That⌠yeah I have nothing to say to that. Alright, Iâll go grab my stuff.â You sighed, leaving the room to gather your things.
Deanâs Pov
Y/N left the room to pack her things while Dean sighed, watching her leave. The girl was more trouble than heâd thought, and way more stubborn than heâd given her credit for. He looked over at Sam, ready to tear into the guy for not backing him up.
âWhat the hell was that?â Dean demanded of his little brother. Sammy looked up at Dean. He sighed and shook his head.
âDean, sheâs not four. She could help us out,â he said. Dean just stood from his seat at the table and grabbed his bag.
âYeah, she can help us out, from safely inside the motel room, researching,â he said. âSheâs not ready to be out in the field yet, she canât fight, I still havenât showed her how to use the damn guns. Sheâll be a liability and, whatâs worse, she could get herself hurt or killed. I wonât have her blood on my hands.â
He basically repeated everything he had told to Y/N, almost wishing he had a better argument. Not that he needed one. He wasnât going to sit around and listen to his brother and Y/N argue with him about this. She was staying in the motel, end of discussion.
âOkay, so when will she be ready?â Sam asked the eldest Winchester, making Dean scoff and shake his head.
âI donât know, okay. That depends on her, but I ainât letting her out there, and Iâm done explaining myself. When sheâs ready weâll get her the fake I.Dâs and everything, maybe even throw a party,â he said sarcastically, âbut until I say sheâs ready sheâs staying.â
Sam pursed his lips and nodded. âOkay, fine,â he said, accepting that it was Deanâs call.
Dean personally didnât care what either of them thought. Sam could try and reason him into letting Y/N into the field all he wanted, and he had no doubt that she could argue with him till her face was blue, but he wasnât going to fight about this anymore.
Y/N was staying safe if he had to tie her to the bed and tape the phone to her ear and the laptop to her hands.
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Your pov
Once the three of you had packed up, you left the great state of Iowa, where the boys had just finished taking care of a werewolf.
The case was in Bayfield, Wisconsin, which made Dean excited for some reason. It was probably related to cheese though. That thought made you smile.
Youâd been on the road for a few hours when Dean piped up, back to his usual dorky self. You swore he was such a child sometimes.
âHey, ya know what? We should go see the worldâs largest ball of twine,â he said enthusiastically.
âWhat, you mean for the hundredth time?â Sam asked his older brother. You sat in the back seat with a book on your lap. Dean had put you on research duty, but that didnât just mean you looked up what you could for the case. You had to learn your monsters.
Monsters, ghosts, pagan gods, anything and everything that he thought you might be facing. He had Sam start you with a few books which were currently piled beside you as you looked up at the sound of the boys conversation.
âWell, maybe Y/N hasnât seen it,â Dean pointed out.
âSeen it,â you said, as you studied up on something called a Rakshasa.
âBoy, you two are buzz kills,â he muttered under his breath.
âSays the guy who has me on book duty,â you reminded him. You could see Deanâs stance tense up.
âY/N,â he warned. You held your hands up in surrender, making sure they were visible in the rear view mirror.
âAlright, alright,â you muttered, not giving him another reason to stop being his playful self.
You silently hoped he would try and suggest a couple other tourist attractions to go to. Sure, you had pretty much seen it all but, still, you couldnât deny the adorable smile he got on his face when he was excited about something.
When Dean didnât speak up, you smirked at a thought, offering up a tourist attraction.
âThe Don Q Inn might be a fun place to go,â you shrugged, smirking at the questioning look both boys gave you.
âItâs a motel. Apparently you can do weird stuff like bathe in cheese,â you said. Dean immediately looked like an excited child.
âWait⌠you get to bathe⌠in cheese?â he asked.
You chuckled, nodding. âYes, Dean.â
âOh, we are definitely going there⌠after the case, I mean,â he muttered.
His reaction to the cheese bath made you chuckle. Shaking your head, you focused back on your book. You felt like mentioning the giant statue of beer a few hours away, but it might give him a nosebleed or something.
You arrived in Bayfield a few hours later. The road trip had been quiet mostly, aside from Sam quizzing you a bit.
Dean pulled the Impala up to a motel, going in to get rooms.
âFor what itâs worth, I really do think you should be able to do more than research,â Sam said to you, making you look up at him and offer him a smile.
âThanks, Sam, I appreciate that. But, clearly, thereâs no arguing with your brother.â You shrugged. âItâs not a big deal anyway. He is right, I never deliberately approached danger in the past, and I really donât know how to defend myself. If something were to happen, one of you could get hurt trying to help me. Maybe giving it time is the best go.â
Sam smiled and shook his head. A light chuckle left his lips and you raised a brow. âWhat?â you demanded suspiciously. Sam just looked back at you, his soft eyes meeting yours.
âNothing.â Sam muttered, a small smile on his lips as Dean opened the door and sat back in the car.
The conversation ended as you and Sam shared a look that Dean either ignored or didnât even notice as he turned the key in the ignition and moved the Impala, driving around and pulling it up in an empty space closer to the rooms.
Once he parked and turned the car off, he cleared his throat
âAlright,â he said, handing you your key as he turned somewhat to look at you in the back seat. You raised your brow in question as he sighed at you. His hand came up again, this time it had a cheap track phone.
You frowned at him as he gave you a look. âTake it okay,â he said. You reached out and took it, the skin of your fingers brushing against his palm.
âI already put my number, Samâs, and Bobbyâs in for you. Anything happens, you find something, you call us,â he said. âIâll call later to see what you found.â
You nodded at him, shoving the phone in your jean pocket and sliding out of the car. Dean climbed out with you and unlocked the trunk for you so you could grab your bag.
âWeâre going out to the farm to talk to the little girl and see what we can see. Have your ringer on so you can hear it,â he instructed you as you slung your bag over your shoulder.
âI got it, Dean. I can figure out a cell phone, I promise,â you assured him, giving him a smile. He looked down at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but he didnât speak up, so you did.
âIâm not mad at you, Dean,â you said to him. His eyes met yours for a brief second and you felt a sudden desire to hug him. He didnât respond to your words, instead pulling out a wad of one dollar bills.
âFor the vending machines,â he said. âWhen we get back weâll bring food, but I donât want you to starve if it takes a while.â He let you take the cash.
âThank you,â you said. Dean just nodded. âWe wonât be too long,â he promised, âCall or text me if you go any further than the snack machines in the laundry room.â You smirked and nodded.
âYa know, Dean, I think Iâm growing on you,â you said to him, making Dean scoff and shake his head slightly.
âI think youâre a pain in my ass,â he muttered, going back to the driverâs seat.
âI KNOW Iâm a pain in your ass, but you started it by letting me join,â you smiled. Dean just gave you a look.
âYeah whatever, just call if you find anything,â he reminded you before sitting down in the car.
âWill do!â you called as he shut the door. You unlocked the door to your room and walked in, smiling as you went to the window and opened the curtain and gave him a thumbs up.
You saw Dean roll his eyes through the windshield of the Impala, laughing aloud as he pulled out of the spot and drove away. You watched him with a smile, the Impala disappearing as you chuckled to yourself, sighing and turning back to your gross motel room.
Oh well. Time to work.
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(from left) Tree (Jessica Rothe) and Carter (Israel Broussard) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
Release Date: February 13, 2019 Genre: Thriller Cast: Jessica Rothe Director: Christopher Landon Producer: Jason Blum Executive Producers: Angela Mancuso, John Baldecchi, Samson Mucke
JESSICA ROTHE leads the returning cast of Happy Death Day 2U, the follow-up to Blumhouseâs (Glass, Split, Get Out, The Purge series) surprise 2017 hit of riveting, repeating twists and comic turns. This time, our hero Tree Gelbman (Rothe) discovers that dying over and over was surprisingly easier than the dangers that lie ahead.
When last we left Tree, she saved herself from a certain death at the hands of her roommate Lori (RUBY MODINE, Showtimeâs Shameless) as she kicked the psychopath out of the Kappa Nu sorority window. Treeâs never-ending birthday was FINALLY over, and she managed to start an entire new life��swearing to never repeat her old mistakes again.
Or so she thought.
No sooner has Tree said goodbye to the endless loop and begun a promising new relationship with Carter (ISRAEL BROUSSARD, The Bling Ring) than she realizes that solving the puzzle of her bizarre murder has had unintended consequencesâon a scale that will send shockwaves through the multiverse.
Carterâs roommate, Ryan (PHI VU, Pitch Perfect 2), whose fascinating ability to always be in the wrong place at the wrong second, has spent his college years building a machine designed to prove that time can be slowed down to the molecular level. Alongside his fellow aspiring engineers Samar (SURAJ SHARMA, Life of Pi, Showtimeâs Homeland) and Dre (SARAH YARKIN, TVâs Foursome), Ryan and team are this close to perfecting the Sisyphus Quantum Cooling Reactor (SISSY) and becoming candidates for a Nobel Prize (or blowing up Bayfield University and everyone within a 100-mile radius, whichever comes first).
When Tree wakes up to find that itâs Ryanâs meddling with the natural order that has brought havoc to every dimension, she must rally the troopsâincluding Kappa house president Danielle (RACHEL MATTHEWS, upcoming Ms. White Light)âto get to the real source of the time jumps and fix it for good. The only problem? Treeâs stuck in a parallel version of her actual world. For good and bad, everything is slightly askew, and Treeâs wondering if sheâs better off here or back in the life she has always known.
As Tree reconnects with lost family, confronts those in her pastâincluding former fling Professor Gregory (CHARLES AITKEN, TVâs The Knick)âand faces new villains, such as
Dean Bronson (STEVE ZISSIS of HBOâs Togetherness, The House), she will realize that she is the only one keeping herself from getting home. Itâs up to Tree to take the karmic lessons learned from dying 11 times yesterday to rally her inner badass and take down everyone who ever underestimated her.
Equal parts terrifying horror, unexpected comedy and time-turning adventure, the new film from returning producer JASON BLUM (Glass, Split, Get Out) and returning writer/director CHRISTOPHER LANDON (Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones) proves that the only person who can save the megaverse is a (reformed?) megalomaniac.
Joining Blum and Landon behind the camera are a talented group of collaborators, including returning director of photography TOBY OLIVER (Insidious: The Last Key), VFX supervisor OLIVER TAYLOR (Happy Death Day), and composer BEAR MCCREARY (10 Cloverfield Lane). New talents to the Happy Death Day family include editor BEN BAUDHUIN (Krampus), production designer BILL BOES (Incarnate) and costume designer WHITNEY ANNE ADAMS (Netflixâs Barry).
Returning executive producers JEANETTE VOLTURNO (The Purge series), COUPER SAMUELSON (Get Out), ANGELA MANCUSO (upcoming Guardian) and JOHN BALDECCHI (Point Break) are joined by SAMSON MUCKE (Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse). Happy Death Day 2U is written by Landon, based on characters created by SCOTT LOBDELL.
Writer-director Christopher Landon and Jessica Rothe on the set of âHappy Death Day 2U.â
(from left) Writer-director Christopher Landon, Israel Broussard and Jessica Rothe on the set of âHappy Death Day 2U.â
(from left) Jessica Rothe as Tree Gelbman, Israel Broussard as Carter and Phi Vu as Ryan in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Carter (Israel Broussard) and Tree (Jessica Rothe) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Samar (Suraj Sharma), Tree (Jessica Rothe) and Carter (Israel Broussard) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(clockwise from left) Suraj Sharma (back to camera), Phi Vu, writer-director Christopher Landon (standing), Jessica Rothe, Israel Broussard and Sarah Yarkin on the set of âHappy Death Day 2U.â
(third row from bottom, from left) Phi Vu as Ryan, Jessica Rothe as Tree Gelbman, Israel Broussard as Carter, Sarah Yarkin as Dre, and Suraj Sharma as Samar in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) âBabyfaceâ and Tree (Jessica Rothe) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Tree (Jessica Rothe) and Carter (Israel Broussard) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
Jessica Rothe as Tree Gelbman in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
âBabyfaceâ in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
Phi Vu as Ryan in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
Writer-director Christopher Landon on the set of âHappy Death Day 2U.â
Tree (Jessica Rothe, far right) defends Ryan (Phi Vu, far left) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Ryan (Phi Vu), Tree (Jessica Rothe) and Carter (Israel Broussard) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
Israel Broussard as Carter in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
Writer-director Christopher Landon and Jessica Rothe on the set of âHappy Death Day 2U.â
âBabyfaceâ in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Carter (Israel Broussard), Lori (Ruby Modine), Ryan (Phi Vu) and Tree (Jessica Rothe) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Carter (Israel Broussard) and Tree (Jessica Rothe) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Tree (Jessica Rothe), Carter (Israel Broussard, face obscured) and Ryan (Phi Vu) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Carter (Israel Broussard), Ryan (Phi Vu), Dre (Sarah Yarkin), Samar (Suraj Sharma) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Carter (Israel Broussard), Ryan (Phi Vu) and Ryan (Phi Vu) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Carter (Israel Broussard) and Tree (Jessica Rothe) âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
Ryan (Phi Vu) under attack from âBabyfaceâ in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
âBabyfaceâ in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
Jessica Rothe as Tree Gelbman in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Tree (Jessica Rothe) and Ryan (Phi Vu) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) Tree (Jessica Rothe) and Lori (Ruby Modine) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
Jessica Rothe as Tree Gelbman in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
(from left) âBabyfaceâ and Tree (Jessica Rothe) in âHappy Death Day 2U,â written and directed by Christopher Landon.
Sneak Peek: Happy Death Day 2U Movie Release Date: February 13, 2019 Genre: Thriller Cast: Jessica Rothe Director: Christopher Landon Producer: Jason BlumâŚ
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Vaccine-preventable diseases are on the rise
A number of American states and metropolitan âhot spotsâ are vulnerable to outbreaks of vaccine-preventable diseases. Doctors say parents are opting out of getting their children vaccinations.
The risk of outbreaks is rising in 12 of the 18 states that permit non-medical exemptions from childhood vaccinations, according to a study published Wednesday in the journal PLOS Medicine. Those states are Arkansas, Arizona, Idaho, Maine, Minnesota, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Texas and Utah.
Over the past decade, these states have seen a rise in the number of non-medical vaccine exemptions represented by children entering kindergarten without their shots, said Dr. Peter Hotez, a co-author of the study and dean of the National School of Tropical Medicine at the Baylor College of Medicine in Houston.
âThis is a wake-up call,â he said.
Certain âhot spotâ metropolitan regions also show a high proportion of non-medical exemptions. This includes Kansas City as well as Seattle, Washington; Portland, Oregon; Phoenix, Arizona; Salt Lake City, Utah; Houston, Texas; and Detroit, Michigan.
High numbers of children without vaccines are living in large cities with busy international airports. This may contribute to the risk of a swift spread of disease, according to Hotez and his co-authors. Measles outbreaks in the US are usually started by people when they become sick while traveling to or from a country where the virus is endemic.
The scientists also identified a few smaller counties in Idaho, Wisconsin and Utah with high exemption rates.
Overall, Idaho has eight of the top 10 counties with the highest rates of non-medical vaccine exemptions. The low end of this range is nearly 15% of the kindergarten population having a non-medical vaccine exemption in Morgan, Utah, to 27% in Camas, Idaho. Other top 10 counties include Bonner, Valley, Custer, Idaho, Boise, Kootenai and Boundary, Idaho and Bayfield, Wisconsin.
âAn autism dadâ and his fight
âIâm a vaccine scientist, but Iâm also an autism dad trying to fight this anti-vaccine movement at a very personal level,â Hotez said. Anti-vaccine advocates often argue that autism is caused by vaccines, yet this theory has been debunked.
Hotez and his colleagues found an increase since 2009 in the number of children enrolling in kindergarten with vaccine exemptions for âphilosophicalâ or other non-medical reasons. The study does not explore the reasons why only some of these states have rising rates.
States where a higher percentage of parents exercised their right to a non-medical vaccine exemption showed lower coverage rates of the MMR vaccine in particular, the study finds. (The MMR vaccine, which is given to children in two doses at 12 to 15 months old and 4 to 6 years old, protects against the measles, mumps and rubella.)
âWe had a terrible measles outbreak in Minnesota last year,â Hotez noted, adding that vaccination coverage in 90% to 95% of all children is needed to protect against highly infectious diseases.
âMarin County, California, and Orange County, California, have very strong anti-vaccine sentiments,â he said. In fact, the state had lenient vaccine laws that allowed for philosophical exemptions prior to a 2014-15 measles outbreak in Anaheim.
Subsequently, in 2015, California voted into law a regulation against such non-medical exemptions, which were seen as a contributing factor in the outbreak. Between 2016 and 2017, the number of kindergartners with non-medical exemptions dropped to the lowest rate the state has seen in over a decade, Hotez said.
California wasnât included in the new study âbecause they already closed that door.â
His concerns extend beyond Americaâs borders.
âIâm worried this European-American style anti-vaccine movement is going to move into the global south,â Hotez said.
âWhat weâre seeing in Europe right now â with horrific measles outbreaks across Europe â could also begin in the US as well,â he said. He noted that with more than 10,000 cases of measles in Ukraine this year and higher-than-usual rates in Romania, Italy, Greece and Germany, 2018 will top last yearâs total of 20,000 measles cases across Europe.
âStarting in 2000, we put in place GAVI, the Global Alliance for Vaccines and Immunization. Thatâs been an incredibly successful organization,â Hotez said. âItâs done a terrific job of lowering deaths from childhood infectious diseases like measles. GAVI has brought down measles deaths by 90%, from over 600,000 to over 70,000. I worry weâre going to start eroding those gains.â
Possible solutions
The new study is a âgood contributionâ to the field, said Saad B. Omer, a professor of global health and epidemiology & pediatrics at Emory University.
Omer, who was not involved in the research, said one strength of the work is that the researchers conducted an in-depth analysis of individual states with non-medical exemptions, which had never been done.
Omerâs own research has shown that states with philosophical exemptions had both higher rates of refusal and higher rates of disease; his study focused on rates of whooping cough. âClusters of refusal overlap clusters of outbreaks,â he said.
However, âif itâs difficult to obtain an exemption, then you have lower rates of refusal and lower rates of disease,â he said. âWe established that framework and established that data.â In another study, he and his colleagues showed that rates of vaccine exemption were rising faster in states that allowed exemptions for philosophical beliefs.
âMore recently, at a national level, we saw a plateauing of vaccine exemption rates,â Omer said. The new study is important, then, because it looks at the states where this general national trend may not be happening.
âThe good news is that the policy option that is more viable for most statesâ â essentially, making it less convenient for parents to not vaccinate their children â âhas actual impact on rates of refusal,â Omer said. In Washington state, he noted, a law requires parents to be counseled by a physician about vaccinations before they can receive an exemption for their children for non-medical reasons.
Just by adding that law, he said, Washington saw an approximately 42% reduction in the rate of exemptions. In California, before the regulation against non-medical exemptions became law as a result of the Anaheim measles outbreak, there was a tightening of vaccination exemption requirements that helped reduce refusals, he noted.
Such incremental changes could have positive effects across the country, Omer says.
from FOX 4 Kansas City WDAF-TV | News, Weather, Sports http://fox4kc.com/2018/06/16/vaccine-preventable-diseases-are-on-the-rise/
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PAGE ONE
A still lake, woods lining the distant shore. The day is bright, and the trees reflect on the water. The image is overlaid with the location: Bayfield, Wisconsin.
Elsewhere on the same lake, a boathouse and pier extend out onto the water, and a sailboat floats nearby, sails furled out of view. On a far-off shore is a lighthouse, partially obscured by the haze of distance.
Away from the water, situated on a busy street of the Bayfield town center, is a shop with a domed conservatory roof and more windows than walls. Music floats out onto the street, past the eclectic display of potted plants and flowers set up along the sidewalk.
Through the windows, past the painted sign that reads WINCHESTER FLOWERS & PLANTS, is the faint silhouette of a tree.
PAGE TWO
Inside the shop. Three planter trays sit on a countertop, each holding a collection of labeled seedlings. Among the lavender and marigolds, a few unusual flowers are sprouting. Their names, according to the labels, are just as unusual as their flowers: Mary, Tuesday Afternoon, Pie, and Sammyâs Attitude.
On the wall, a pinboard displays an assortment of newspaper clippings and pictures;
A business card for a coffee shop called Elevenses, printed with a picture of a steaming cup of coffee.
A polaroid photo of Dean grinning at the camera while hugging an equally cheerful Charlie, marked Dean & Charlie 2007.
An old newspaper headline that reads âAPPLE TREE GROWING IN THE MIDDLE OF WINCHESTERâS SHOP IS NOW 200 YEARS OLD!â
A certificate of appreciation from the local preschool, thanking Winchester Flowers & Plants for their generous donationâcarrots given to feed the preschoolâs pet bunnies.
A pizza menu with the vegetarian option crossed out. A frowny face has been drawn beside it for good measure.
A childâs simple drawing of a man holding a bunch of flowers beside a tree, labeled Mr Winche Dean.
Another polaroid photo of Dean giving Sam a noogie while Sam grimaces, marked 1999.
A series of instructional images for the care of flowers.
A business card for Benjamin Lafitte, local handyman.
And finally, another, more recent newspaper clipping that reads:
For the tenth consecutive year, Winchester Flowers and Plants has taken the top prize in the statewide Blossom Awards. Consumers and horticultural experts from all over Wisconsin placed their votes at the Garden Expo held in Madison this February, with the award presented in-store over the weekend.
The family-owned shop has been a much-loved part of the Bayside community since the village was first established in 1911, and has been handed down through generations of the Winchester family. Currently run by 37 year old Dean Winchester, who took over the shop fourteen years ago, Winchester Flowers and Plants has become something of a local attraction.
âAnd itâs not just my winning smile,â Mr Winchester jokes. âWeâve got one of the oldest apple trees in the United States growing right here in the middle of the store. Sheâs well over two-hundred years old, and still going strong.â
When we asked what he planned to do with the prize money, he told us a small portion was earmarked for celebratory pie, while the remainder would be donated to the newly established Bayside Fire Service.
Mr Winchester extended congratulations to the runners up. Cuevasâ Garden in Madison came in second, while Tracyâs in downtown Milwaukee took third place.
Sitting on the countertop in front of the pinboard is a white coffee mug, printed with a hand throwing the rock and roll devilâs horns gesture. The hand is surrounded by flowers, and beneath it are the words âHEAVY PETAL.â
Musical notes float over the page, and the lyrics to Led Zeppelinâs Ramble On are overlaid in white text.
âGot no time for spreadinâ roots, the time has come to be goneââ
PAGE THREE
Dressed in jeans and a black AC/DC t-shirt, Dean Winchester stands to the left of the frame, facing away. His right arm is tattooed with a simple pattern of flowers and leaves.
The apple tree described in the newspaper clippings stands to the right, growing tall in the middle of the shop, branches spreading wide.
In front of Dean is a work bench, on which a number of potted plants sit. Most prominent is a vine in a dark ceramic pot, marked with the slogan âI Heart Doctor Sexyâ
Musical notes float over the page as Dean listens to Led Zeppelin and talks to the vine, encouraging it to grow.
Dean: Câmon, sweetheart. Just a couple of leaves.
Gently, he curves his hand through the vine. Golden wisps of magic swirl around his fingers.
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Responding to the magic, the vineâDoctor Sexy from here on outârapidly grows. Its leaves shoot outward, and it reaches up to touch Deanâs face with more affection than a plant should be capable of. Dean smiles, pleased.
Dean: Thatâs my girl.
As he speaks, a leaf detaches from the apple tree behind him. It floats slowly down, down, down, to finally land on Deanâs shoulder. It is withered. Dry. Dead.
Dean turns to look at the apple tree in alarm.
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Dean stares at the tree, eyes are wide and anxious as he remembersâŚ
The woods of Bayfield, a very long time ago.
In the center of a clearing, Deanâaround four years oldâstands beside his mother, Mary. Sheâs dressed in a long, flowing gown. Young Dean is wearing handmade clothes, stitches visible along the seams.
Growing from the earth before them is a young apple tree.
Young Dean: Nuh-uh, this canât be my tree.
Mary: Why not?
Young Dean: Itâs so tiny!
Mary: Give it time, love. Someday itâll be as big and strong as you, but first you need to help it grow.
Young Dean: Like I helped the sunflower?
Mary: Just like the sunflower.
Young Dean crouches in front of his apple tree, studying it carefully as magic weaves between the leaves.
Mary: Your tree is special Dean. Itâs a part of you, so no matter what, you must always listen to what it tells you.
Young Dean: Okay.
Peering through the leaves in awe, young Dean watches the tree grow.
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Back in the present, just as Mary predicted, the tree is tall and strong. The shopâs tiled floor has been carefully built around the base of the thick trunk, now engraved with Deanâs initials, and the treeâs branches reach up toward the high-domed ceiling. On all sides, countless plants and flowers flank the tree, making the shop feel like a lush forest.
Dean doesnât notice the glossy leaves and bright flowers of the other plants.
He doesnât notice the apple treeâs branches still spread wide.
He only has eyes for the dozens of leaves that are dying, dry and shrivelled where they grow. What might be normal for a regular tree is far from it here. This is not just any apple tree.
Deanâs hands spark with magic as he begins to panic.
Dean: No, no, no, no, pleaseâ
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Desperate, Dean sends ripples of magic into the tree, pressing his palm to the trunk as he tries to bring the dying leaves back to life.
Dean: Fuck, pleaseâ Iâm not ready for this. Please.
PAGE EIGHT
As he presses his hand more firmly against the tree, magic flows outward, spreading like veins of golden light through the cracks and crevices of the bark. His hand begins to glow, brighter, brighter, untilâ
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âit flares in a blinding burst that radiates outward, obscuring all from sight. The light fades as Dean begs for it to have worked.
Dean: Please, please, please, please, pleaseâ
But the leaves are unchanged.
Dean: Dammit.
PAGE TEN
Dean stands beneath his tree, the shadow of its dying branches stretching ominously toward his own across the floor as he stares helplessly. As he watches, another leaf breaks free and falls.
It drifts slowly down to land at his feet, hitting the tiled floor far too gently for something so dreadful.
Dean is silent and afraid.
His tree is withering.
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When Castiel Novak moves to the lakeside town of Bayfield, Wisconsin with his recently divorced brother, heâs not looking for much beyond a change of scenery and some inspiration for his next novel. He's certainly not looking for love--just the quiet of a small town, and the familiar sight of his friend Charlie's coffee shop on main street.
Horror and science fiction have always come easily, but as he struggles to find the right direction for the story he wants to tell, Charlie gives him some advice: go out, take the edge off, and the words will come.
A one night stand with a handsome stranger is just what he needs to smash through his writerâs block, but there's more to Dean Winchester than meets the eye, and soon Castiel finds himself in a situation straight out of one of his books.
Falling in love is the least of his worries.
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Withering is a collaborative Dean/Cas webcomic by @purgatory-jar and imogenbynight, and begins posting on September 22nd 2017.
Rating: mature to explicit Characters: Dean, Castiel, Sam, Gabriel, Charlie, and other minor characters Pairings: Dean/Castiel, and other minor background pairings Warnings: some sexual content
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