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Kathleen Hanna playing with bikini kill at Newspace, Dayton, OH, September 12, 1992. x

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When The Protest Sign Reveals A Lot More Than Intended

The news coverage of the protests outside a local (to me) YMCA yesterday missed the most important sign the TERFs (trans-exclusive radical feminists) were holding. The one that really revealed how they felt.Quick side note: While I am aware that "TERF" might not be the most accurate term -- I really doubt most of those folks were feminists in any meaningful way -- they were attempting to employ feminist language, so I'm going to run with that label for the moment.The background: The City of Xenia -- not the YMCA, to be clear -- decided to prosecute a transgender woman for utilizing the female changing room. To recap the Dayton Daily News coverage, a Fairborn, Ohio woman "was charged in Xenia Municipal Court with three counts of public indecency, for incidents in September, November, and a third incident between November 2021 and 2022." Xenia council president Will Urschel, in a video posted to YouTube in January 2023, "told a meeting of the Greene County Tea Party that if the city is able to successfully prosecute the person involved, they may bring legal action against the YMCA for aiding and abetting the alleged crime." The YMCA, in response, "has said that state non-discrimination laws require it to allow transgender individuals to use locker rooms, changing rooms and bathrooms that align with their gender identity." The organization also says "posted locker room guidelines ask patrons to 'remain properly covered while in public areas of the locker room.'" The court date has been pushed back due to publicity.Yesterday, 25 Feb 2023, three to five times as many pro-trans protesters showed up to show support for human rights (across the street in this photo), while a dozen or so TERFs protested against the policy, something you can pretty clearly see in some of the video from the news coverage. For quite some time, there were only four folks protesting against the YMCA - the guy with his cross-on-wheels, one man who kept letting the American flag he was holding hit the ground, one guy who seemed to think he was "owning" people by taking their pictures, and a single woman holding their anti-trans signs. That 3:1 ratio seemed to hold true for the anti-trans protesters, while it was easily the reverse for those protesting for human rights. There's a lot I could talk about and unpack there, but specifically, I want to focus on one sign that the anti-trans woman held. The read, "The YMCA cannot give consent for all women." (The sign is just barely visible below the flag in the photo linked here.)The assumptions embedded in that one sentence really reveal a lot. - Using "consent" here inherently brings in an implication of prurient (or sexual) interest to a non-sexual action. This was reinforced by the "keep our women safe" sign another TERF was holding. - It absolutely ignores the actual data about who commits sexual assault. - It ignores the YMCA's own policy of being "properly covered while in public areas of the locker room." - It ignores that gender expression is not -- and does not necessarily correlate to -- sexual orientation. The folks I know were all confused by the sign. Because to us, changing in the locker room or using the restroom is an individual act. The idea of "consent" is utterly misused here, and makes no sense whatsoever. I have never asked "consent" before going in the public restroom at, say, a truck stop, and I've never seen or heard of someone doing so. Even if you were thinking about knocking on the door before using an individual restroom or stall... well, your gender doesn't matter, you don't use the same stall (or individual restroom, or individual changing room) as someone else when they're using it. Problem solved.The anti-trans panic does not actually keep anyone safer. If anything, it distracts us from the actual perpetrators of sexual assault. Transgender people are overwhelmingly survivors of sexual assault. On the other hand, it is shockingly easy to find recent cases involving a church leader in Florida, a youth pastor in Mississippi, a youth pastor in Massachusetts, a pastor in North Carolina, a youth pastor in Arkansas, and a youth pastor in Virginia, and, of course, the Southern Baptist Convention's own released list of "about 380 Southern Baptist church leaders and volunteers have faced credible accusations of sexual misconduct. Of those, roughly 220 were convicted of sex crimes or received plea deals."If actual "indecent exposure" happens, then it is actually a violation of the YMCA's rules already, and has nothing to do with a person's gender expression. Problem solved.The last point is the most telling to me, though... because these TERFs have already signaled that this is just part of their campaign against LGBTQIA+ people as a whole. The concept of people whose sexual orientation -- including asexuality! -- is not the same as their own simply did not occur to them. They were utterly unable to think beyond their own motivations and experiences.And if you put all that together, that brings us back to something I said at the beginning of the month. Their actions, their signs, make no sense when measured against observable data. At first glance, it seems nonsensical, even hypocritical.Then you look at who is assaulting women, is stripping away rights, is denying the existence of others for their identities.And then you realize.It is not hypocrisy.It is projection. Featured Photo by Lena Balk on Unsplash Read the full article

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Saturday Rant...Ohio is Crying

As expected, the folks in Northeastern Ohio – along with a number of rail workers cleaning up the toxic spill in East Palestine – are getting sick while Ohio is crying. And, sadly, the heartless red-haired witch – Joy Behar – from The View said “The People in East Palestine are getting what they deserve for voting for Trump.” Ironically (or NOT) many people all over Ohio are still in the dark about what happened. Not surprisingly, we’re being told that the local news media outlets in Ohio are very quiet about it. So, to get a better perspective we’re going to turn today’s rant over to a friend of Financial$Matter, who goes by the handle of Lady Di, who lives in Ohio. Take it away, Lady Di:   James, the first I even saw the mushroom cloud was in your daily email. The local news did not cover it and in fact the first we heard about the derailment was a week after it happened. Our news and the worthless Dayton Daily Newspaper are so far left they only cover it when they can't ignore it anymore. So, Tic Tock and Fox News have helped shine a light on it. The folks I talk to believe DeWine has been completely worthless (so weak) and all of those idiots putting on a show of drinking the water was a fake and laughable (if you notice DeWine takes a drink and laughs) photo op. They should go spend a few nights there and slug down well water for a few days. We all agree the way they have been treated and ignored is a travesty. I want to know what idiot thought it was a great idea to blow the train up after it derailed. Don't they try to minimize the damage and contain the dangerous chemicals, spray foam on it, etc.? Why blow it up to spread the dangerous chemicals. They wouldn't have the attention they have gotten if Trump didn't announce he was going forcing the weak administration to visit. And the local news barely covered it before JD Vance went there and scraped the water with a stick to show the chemicals.   The Trump visit was not covered on our local news.   And I am definitely not impressed with the Mayor of East Palestine. He needs to be shouting from the roof tops that they need help and asking where is the government. When I have seen him, he says they are getting everything they need. What??? In summary, I hope some kick ass lawyer steps up and helps those poor people who have lost everything and helps them sue everyone involved. I also hope that they can break the papers those poor people signed likely to release anyone from guilt or a lawsuit to get their water tested. It is all very sad. And worthless Pete Butthead blames Trump - what a waste but what else is new with this administration? Thanks, Lady Di. It’s always great to get a perspective from a viable source instead of the local media. As always, if you – our Dear Readers – have a rant you’d like to share then please send it to us. You never know whose life will be affected by it. And if you want to see some NSFW rants then go (HERE). Remember:  We’re Not Just About Finance. But we use finance to give you hope. *********************************** Invest with confidence. Sincerely, James Vincent The Reverend of Finance Copyright © 2023 It's Not Just About Finance, LLC, All rights reserved. You are receiving this email because you opted in via our website. Read the full article

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hmm cj as president for the au headcanons!

this was a super interesting idea! I’ve literally never thought of this but it’s very compelling

- CJ does the Jackal exactly One Time. It’s like three days before inauguration for the next guy and it’s the end of an era so everyone’s feeling weird about leaving. Everyone is. Very impressed

- I have no clue who CJ is married to but whoever it is is just “THATS MY WIFE”

- actually wait no I have an idea

- Toby is CJs first campaign manager after he got her out of recruiting for EMILYs List (“you’re ten times better than any of the candidates you’re recruiting” / “I think you’re only saying this because you hate hearing the name of my organization”). It’s also the last campaign toby ever runs for her because they start dating and CJ has a lot to say about conflict of interest

- Toby has never ever liked any of CJs other campaign managers.

- Josh is CJs campaign manager after she runs the second time for the Senate and it’s true, he and Toby don’t get along at all, but they end up in a position of grudging tolerance because even Toby can see that Josh doesn’t just love Senator CJ Cregg from Ohio. he loves CJ Cregg the first woman to dunk a ball in Dayton Valley, and the same woman whose faith and love are infectious and laugh can be heard from across the room

- Toby doesn’t write CJs speeches for her (well he does, and then CJ thinks some more about conflict of interest and tabloids and that’s that) so they spend a solid couple of months in between comms directors. Of course there are people, CJs the rising star of the Democratic Party and pretty much slated to be the Democratic nominee for President somewhere down the road, but Toby had found something scathing to say about every one of them.

- Josh ends up bringing Sam Seaborn, some pretty boy (that CJs pretty sure Josh has something for) graduate from Princeton and Duke (of which he informs her proudly before critiquing her Berkeley Bears which pisses her off and endears CJ to him in equal parts) to be comms director. Toby is prepared to hate him but then Sam starts a discussion about the poetic nuances of Herbert Hoover’s inaugural speech and writes a damn good speech in the first week of his job so Toby grudgingly decides this kid is alright. Maybe.

- Donna moss is Josh’s assistant and then his deputy because CJ noticed within like a year or two that Donna has plenty of knowledge from on the job and that Josh desperately needs a deputy he can trust. Donna is, of course, highly competent. And that CJ refuses to be surrounded by this many men. There are intelligent, not shitty women in politics. CJ is gonna find them

- three senate terms in CJ runs for president. She spends one day answering questions about “a woman president” before she just starts banning shitty reporters. Josh takes gleeful pleasure from taking away people’s press badges

- Toby is…not great on the campaign trail. He’s grumpy and often scowling, but occasionally he’d say something incredibly moving that endears him enough to the public. It also helps that Joey Lucas, Donnas off-again, on-again girlfriend, is good enough with spin to make him look a lot nicer than he is. Of course, anyone near him is perfectly happy to talk about Tobys steadfast loyalty and stubborn streak and how much he loves CJ but well. They don’t.

- also I forgot to mention this but Toby proposes during CJs second term. Toby makes the mistake of mentioning it to CJs staff and with the exception of Donna, they are no help. Sam and Josh spend the entire lead up to the proposal wiggling eyebrows at Toby behind CJs back

- (CJ, of course, knows. toby is good at a lot of things but subtlety is not one of them)

- when they’re in the White House, it’s Josh as cos, Donna as dcos, Sam as comms director, Joey Lucas as press secretary

- Will becomes Sam’s deputy because the inaugural happens and then the first state of the union and Sam spends a week looking like he got hit by a truck

- CJ is FIERCELY protective of the staff

- she’d walk through fire for them and they’d walk through fire for her

- amy is Tobys cos

- (this is purely because the idea of Amy and Toby together is an…intriguing idea)

- Andy Wyatt is vice president! This is just bc I love her

- Charlie’s interview happens about the same way. He’s one of CJs closest friends within a week of his hiring

- it’s him she talks to when she disagrees with the staff and Tobys away or busy

- CJ is very stubborn about her beliefs. I’m not sure a “Let Bartlet be Bartlet” ep ever happens but I think it’s maybe the opposite? She’s gonna go after everything she wants done but setbacks and personal tragedies (Morris dying, that sailor on the ships during the Hurricane dying, etc) hit HARD

- Josh is aware of this and is guilty of trying to protect her too much sometimes

- rosslyn still happens, but it’s Josh and CJ

- CJ spends a lot of time in guilt because fuck he was HER cos so he’s HER responsibility

- as soon as Josh is aware he told her that was a crock load of shit and if they bawled like babies, nobody needs to know

- also after rosslyn CJ and Josh make a lot of getting shot puns that make EVERYBODY uncomfortable but it makes them laugh so

- CJ makes some of these jokes sometimes solely because of the face Toby would make

- also Josh is still. Him

- CJ is constantly having to be like “Josh you cannot kill Congress. Please for the love of god, be NICE” and Josh pouts like a toddler

- CJ doesn’t have MS because…no

- anyway, CJ is great and smart and competent and her faith in the country and her beliefs are palpable to even the opposing party

- she’s a damn good president

Okay this ended up being…long. Also I’ve never thought about this so thank you @quolant for helping me brainstorm and get the ball rolling on some of this!!

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What Caused The Mass Panic At Newark Airport? Racism.

Buzzfeed - Amber Jamieson - Posted on September 6, 2019, at 4:29 p.m. ET

When an Alaska Airlines employee yelled "evacuate" at a major New York��area airport on Labor Day, one of the busiest travel days of the year, it sent 200 panicked people fleeing amid fears of a mass shooting attack.

Dozens of Port Authority police responded to Newark Liberty Airport in New Jersey on Monday night around 8.30 p.m. after the female airline employee yelled for people to evacuate before setting off an emergency alarm. Initial reports said she believed two male passengers were acting suspiciously, and when she approached them they started running.

But the two Chinese-born men at the center of the incident told BuzzFeed News it all began as a case of racial profiling. In their first media interview, the men said they did not know each other, did not run away, and that it was the airline employee who had been acting erratically.

"It was a very shocking experience," said Han Han Xue.

Xue, 29, had spent the holiday weekend visiting friends in New York City and was waiting at Gate 30 to board his delayed Alaska Airlines flight home to San Francisco. As he stood "minding [his] own business," he said the Alaska Airlines employee in uniform walked into him from behind, pushing past. He brushed it off but moments later she returned, circling around where he was standing.

She then approached Chunyi Luo, a 20-year-old student standing near him. "Are you scared? Are you nervous?" Luo said she asked him.

Luo, who moved from Shanghai two years ago to study finance at a San Francisco college, said he told her he was feeling nervous because the flight was late. He said she told him that flights in the US were often delayed, but she stood "too close" to him so he stepped a few feet away.

Then she began asking Xue questions. She asked if he knew Luo (the two were strangers) and what his itinerary was. She then asked, "Why are you acting suspiciously?"

Xue said he struggled to know how to respond as the questions from the employee became more bizarre. "How much are they paying you?" he said she asked him, not clarifying who "they" were. "Did they give you a visa? Did they give your family a visa? Do you make a lot of money? Do you work on Wall Street? Are you on an American visa?" Xue said she asked him.

Born in China, Xue grew up in Canada, where he is a citizen, and works as a product designer at Lyft in California.

Luo said he could hear the woman asking Xue why he was acting suspiciously and heard her say the word "Asian."

Xue said at this point he felt like he was being racially targeted and harassed, so he walked about 6 feet away to join the passengers boarding the flight, hoping she'd bother someone else.

But she followed him, saying, "I'm onto you guys. The cops are already called."

"I couldn’t believe this was happening," said Xue.

He then watched the employee walk into the jet bridge at Gate 30, before emerging and starting to speak with gate agents. A gate agent then announced that boarding would be paused as there was an issue. Immediately afterward, the Alaska Airlines employee suddenly yelled, "Evacuate, evacuate!" and pressed an emergency alarm, said Xue.

"The moment it happened is really hard to describe," he said. "Everybody started running. It was the most insane scene I've ever been in or ever seen."

He said hundreds of people were tripping over each other, crying and screaming as they tried to flee. One man screamed at his female partner to drop her luggage so they could run faster. Xue ran with the crowd to another gate and escaped onto the tarmac.

Video posted on social media shows the chaos.

Michael Wolfmuller, 38, was walking toward the gate to board his flight home to San Francisco when he heard "evacuate" and saw people screaming and running in his direction.

"I heard the word 'shooter' when we were running," said Wolfmuller. He said he even heard glass breaking.

After the recent mass shootings in West Texas, in El Paso, and in Dayton, Ohio, Wolfmuller assumed he was next. "I thought I was going to get shot in the back," he told BuzzFeed News. "With everything that's been happening the last few months, that's pretty much what I was waiting for."

Luo didn't realize he had anything to do with the situation, and also believed there was a shooter. "I thought somebody had a gun," he told BuzzFeed News. "Everyone is running. I just followed them and escaped."

But once police arrived within a minute and started scanning the crowd, Xue said he felt compelled to come forward and identify himself. "I'm like, So, 90% chance I have something to do with this and it's escalated way too fast," said Xue.

"Intellectually, I know I didn't do anything wrong and that I can explain my way out of the situation," said Xue. "But the only time I was really anxious was when the cops first showed up."

He approached an officer and said that an Alaska Airlines employee told him she was calling police. Xue said the officer looked him up and down and then said "OK, we got the guy," into his two-way radio.

He said officers quickly surrounded him, and took him away from the crowd, asking him questions. One asked, "Where is your friend?" and Xue explained that he was traveling alone, but that the airline employee seemed to think he knew the young man standing next to him.

Police found Luo in the crowd and also started questioning him. Both Luo and Xue said police were calm and courteous to them. "Why do you think she thought you were suspicious?" asked one officer.

Xue replied that he didn't know "other than the fact we are both East Asian."

At one point, the Alaska Airlines employee came out of the jetway bridge and looked down below, where both men were speaking to police. "We got them motherfuckers,” she yelled, according to Xue.

Wolfmuller, who was busy helping a mother find her daughters on the tarmac, said he saw the employee return. "I heard the F-word and some screaming directed definitely at them," he said.

Once it was clear no one was in immediate danger and it seemed to be a misunderstanding, police let Luo and Xue go. All affected passengers had to be rescreened through security.

After several more hours waiting for their flight to San Francisco to take off, it was canceled and rescheduled for the following day, with passengers put up in a nearby hotel. Xue and Luo met for the first time at the hotel and shared their stories with each other and other passengers (the group even took a photo together).

An Alaska Airlines spokesperson told BuzzFeed News in an emailed statement they were investigating what had happened. "We understand the Newark issue was alarming and distressing for our guests and other flyers, and for that we are deeply sorry," said Oriana Branon. "We are conducting a thorough investigation of the incident and gathering witness statements to understand what exactly took place and why this happened."

No one from Alaska Airlines directly contacted Luo or Xue until after BuzzFeed News reached out to the airline on Thursday. Within hours, the airline emailed Xue. "I just found out who you are today," wrote the director of customer advocacy, which was seen by BuzzFeed News. "Mainly I wanted to check in with you and see what I can [do] to help." (Xue noted that he had left his name and contact information with an Alaska Airlines manager at the gate after the incident when he asked for an explanation.)

Alaska Airlines did not answer any questions about the employee who caused the commotion, saying it does not comment on personnel. CBS 2 reported that a source told them the woman has bipolar disorder and had missed her medication.

Lenis Rodrigues from Port Authority said the employee was questioned and released by Port Authority police, but would not comment on health issues. The Union County Prosecutor's Office said their office is aware of the incident and is in touch with authorities but that no decision had been made yet if any charges will be filed.

Xue said any health problems do not excuse the racism he experienced. "If she does have issues, it's on Alaska to make sure she's not placed in a position where she is responsible for the safety of others," he said.

He noted that East Asians aren't usually profiled in shooting or terror situations, but said he feared that "maybe there is a shift in Trump's America and all this [Chinese] trade war situation."

For both Xue and Luo, the situation was a horrible and stressful incident, compounded by Alaska Airlines refusing to even explain to them what had happened as media reports spread saying they'd been acting suspiciously and had run away.

"I'm so angry about that," said Luo. "I'm just so scared... it's horrible, it's awful."

"It's very uncharacteristic of me to go public like this about anything and it's causing me anxiety," said Xue.

But Xue's frustration at Alaska Airlines made him feel like he had no option. "At this point for all I know she still works at Alaska in the same position, and that alone is worrying," he said. "I don't want to perpetuate this idea that you can just throw this under the rug and that’s it."

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Insurance, a joint enterprise, and . But the  is only one of the many companies that have partnered with the  company. The company was initially called The Company of the South (SAU), and is headquartered in Boston. If you choose A-Affordable (Avantage) to be able to get quote for Avantage Insurance Rates, but you have to look carefully into the reasons how  company did it for Avantage. It was a major insurance company, was able to get to insure  from its customers. They would be able to put the Avantage Insurance to work for them. The company does not have full coverage coverage through most insurers, most states do not allow full coverage, or they do not allow full coverage through the insurance company. That s because these carriers are held to legal contracts, do not allow the insurance company to pay for a claim against the.

[morbid-n-macabre]

Dayton, Ohio-

Klonda Richey absolutely adored cats. It was her mission in life to adopt the unloved and unwanted, and to give them a good life. She not only shared her own home with her feline friends, but when Klonda realized she had too many in her own house, there lady actually bought a neighboring home just for her pets! She didn't purchase the house next to her as it wasn't for sale at the time, but the next one over.

The problems only began when someone bought the house in between Klonda's two homes. When Andrew Nason moved in with his girlfriend, Julie Custer, and her 2 children the new homeowner understandably didn't appreciate constantly having all of his neighbor's cats in his yard. He even called animal control on Klonda's pet situation, but nothing was done as the cat's house was in tiptop shape and the felines were very well cared for. The biggest problem wasn't that animal control had been called, but Klonda knew for a fact that Andrew had been inside her second home as the complaint had stated that the kitties had been using a plastic kiddie pool as a litter box in the basement. This was information that no one could possibly have been privy to unless they'd actually been inside the cat's house.

So, Andrew had a sweet little puppy who he kept chained up outside 24/7. Klonda was an animal lover through and through, and she felt sorry for the pup. When no one was around she'd give him water and ensured his food bowl was filled. When Klonda witnessed Andrew actually strike said puppy, she called animal services.

Andrew retaliated by cutting every flower in Klonda's yard, and she began finding dead animals left on her doorstep which she definitely perceived as a threat to her precious cats. So, Klonda put up a chain link fence. Soon, Klonda's house was broken into by a man who, according to witnesses, fit Andrew's description; in response to this, Klonda installed security cameras. Andrew replaced the cute little puppy with 2 viscous pit bulls who he allowed to run wild in Klonda's yard. Yes, at this point the cat loving woman was afraid; she was petrified for the welfare of her own pets.

When Klonda believed there was neglect and abuse going on in the home next door, she notified family services; this was when Klonda's cats started coming up dead, they'd been mauled by dogs. Fearing for her own safety, Klonda hired someone to put up an 8 foot tall security fence; Andrew was upset about this as the fence would've prevented him from easily getting into his own back yard. Andrew harassed the handyman with his two large dogs, and the handyman up and quit. Klonda took her neighbor to court in an attempt to get a restraining order, but Andrew told the judge it was simply a property line dispute; sadly, the judge believed Andrew's lies.

It appears that Klonda was right, there really had been ongoing child abuse in the home next door; the two year old little girl was hurt after being left home alone with Andrew, she suffered a brain injury. Andrew was arrested for abuse, and the children were removed from the home. Andrew completely blamed Klonda for his arrest and the loss of the children since she'd placed a call to protective services in the past. In response, Andrew upped the harassment with the dogs; Klonda was threatened with them on the daily now. Andrew even verbally threatened Klonda; he stated that one of these days he would simply turn his dogs loose and that she would be their food; Klonda instinctively knew that this was not an empty threat; he was aware of the fate which awaited her, and she tried desperately to stop her murder from happening. Klonda called animal control more than 20 times begging someone to help her, she contacted 911 Sixteen Times claiming she was afraid for her life! Unbelievably, nothing at all was done, not even with the surveillance videos which proved without a doubt that she was in grave danger!

On February 7th of 2014 Klonda awoke to perform her morning ritual; she always got up at 4 am and walked over to the cat's house. On this morning when she walked outside her door, Andrew's dogs were waiting for her. They mauled Klonda to death, right outside of her own house, right beneath Andrew's bedroom window! This is the problem, there's no way in hell that Andrew and Julie didn't hear Klonda's murder, a neighbor down the road heard a woman screaming for more than 20 minutes!

The police were not called until 8:20 that morning when a jogger found Klonda's body. She was discovered completely naked; the dogs had ripped the clothing from her body, even her shoes were gone. It was a slow, horrendous death, with pools of blood everywhere. Once on scene, the blood thirsty dogs attacked the police officers and they had to be put down.

Though everyone knows what happened, that he likely set the dogs free to kill her on purpose, that Andrew and Julie had to have heard Klonda being ripped to shreds, nothing much could be done about it. The security cameras which Klonda had depended on were somehow unplugged. Now, some people believe this was done purposely, that someone had likely broken into Klonda's home again and unplugged them, but that couldn't be proven; it is possible that the plug simply fell out. Andrew and Julie were merely charged with failure to control their animals, which was only a misdemeanor! Andrew served 150 days in jail, his girlfriend was only sentenced to 90.

The only good thing to come from this is a new law which was put in place; The Klonda Richey act reforms dog laws. If something like this were to happen today, the dogs will be taken care of before it ever reaches this point. Andrew has, however, been sentenced to 5 years after being found guilty for causing those head injuries to his step daughter.

*There is a doc about this on ID- Fear They Neighbors, and the episode is Hell Hounds.

So, was Klonda a busybody neighbor who needed to mind her business? Yeah, probably. But did she deserve to die? Very few deserve this type of fate! Plus, because of the way these dogs were trained by Andrew, they had to be put down. It's a sad case all together, and it should never have happened considering how many times she tried to get help! Tell me what you think, what kind of punishment should Andrew have received?

[randomvarious]

Guided by Voices - “Surgical Focus (demo)” Noise Pop Compilation Song released in 1999. Compilation released in 2000. Indie Rock

There’s this small town in upstate New York, I don’t know what it’s called, but every time I’d make my nearly five hour journey to and from college, I’d pass this little gravelly lot off the side of the road that had a pipe that just perpetually gushed out fresh water. It was an unlimited source for the locals to get their fill at any time of day. That’s how I think of Guided by Voices. Everytime you drive by that little lot, that pipe is babbling water, and everytime you do a periodic check-in on Guided by Voices and their leader Robert Pollard, there’s always something new to listen to. That spigot is just always on.

I made the biggest playlist I’ve ever made back in the summer of 2017. I tried my hardest to replicate top 40 summer radio from 1990 to 2003. Musically, it was a lot of my childhood in a nutshell. I got really close to 1,500 songs. I briefly subscribed to Billboard Magazine just so I could sample all the songs from all of their charts. Any song I thought I had heard before got added. It started with Madonna’s “Vogue” and ended with The Bodyrockers’ “I Like The Way - Radio Edit.” It was a painstakingly long process for this dedicated nostalgia junkie, and what’s most incredible is that the amount of songs on that playlist wouldn’t even come close to the amount of songs that Robert Pollard has put his name on throughout his career. Fourteen years of summer radio tunes by thousands of artists and Robert Pollard’s catalogue somehow far exceeds even that number. He’s literally written thousands of songs. And somehow, the quantity doesn’t seem to ever outweigh the quality. There’s no one who can produce good music at the pace that Robert Pollard does. No one. Guided by Voices might be the best band of all time, not because of their overall skills as musicians, but because of their ability to continually churn out great tunes.

From long-time critic Stephen Thomas Erlewine:

Inspired equally by jangle pop and arty post-punk, Guided by Voices created a series of trebly, hissy indie rock records filled with infectiously brief pop songs that fell somewhere between the British Invasion and prog rock. Led by songwriter and lead singer Robert Pollard, the Dayton, Ohio-based band recorded six self-released albums between 1986 and 1992 that attracted a handful of fans within the American indie rock underground. With the 1994 release of Bee Thousand, the group became an unexpected alternative rock sensation, winning positive reviews throughout the mainstream music press and signing a larger distribution deal with Matador Records. Initially, the bandmembers stuck to their aesthetic, continuing to record their albums on cheap four-track tape decks, but by 1999, Pollard recruited new bandmates, moved up to a larger label (TVT), and began working with name producers in real studios (Ric Ocasek was at the controls for Do the Collapse).

Before they moved to TVT and handed the production reins over to Ric Ocasek (leader of The Cars, rest his soul) for Do the Collapse, Guided by Voices had released a total of thirteen albums. In those thirteen albums, they had become indie darlings with a dedicated college rock kind of cult following. But with their move to TVT, they were angling themselves for radio. Ocasek gave thieir sound a polished studio finish and the experiment ended up alienating a good chunk of their fanbase and earning mixed reviews from critics. 

But in the same year that Do the Collapse was released, one of its demos, “Surgical Focus,” ended up on a compilation called CARE for Kosovo, released digitally by mp3 retailer eMusic. It’s a compilation I’ve been on the hunt for for almost as long as this blog has existed, but luckily for me, the same song reappeared on another eMusic comp the following year called Noise Pop Compilation, which I proudly have. 

For me, the demo version of “Surgical Focus” is better than the version that ended up on the album. It has more power and more of a driving, garage-crunch. It’s also a bit noisier, and while Pollard’s vocals aren’t as nice, I prefer the multi-track thing that’s going on to the softness in the final product. Sure, the demo’s a minute shorter and there’s a brief and unintentional staticky scratch in the first half, but I don’t really care that much. This rules. The jangle is rawer. 

With the unofficial start of summer drawing nearer and the weather beginning to get warmer, this is a song you blast out of your system on one of those weekend evenings with the windows wide open and a nice, cold beer in your grip as the sun starts to set.

Stay the fuck inside you freaks.

[thegiftedoneishere]

Dayton, Ohio, August 7, 1865 To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jordon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin's to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance. I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy, — the folks call her Mrs. Anderson, — and the children — Milly, Jane, and Grundy — go to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated. Sometimes we overhear others saying, "Them colored people were slaves" down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again. As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor's visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams's Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire. In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve — and die, if it come to that — than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits. Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.

From your old servant, Jordon Anderson

I wonder if Col. ever sent them past wages?

Also there’s so much in this letter that it can be overwhelming, what the ancestors had to live through. My God. 

1. This slave master shot at him...twice.

2. This slave master was a murderer.

3. Jordan felt that his girls would be unsafe because the master raped his wife and the master’s son would probably do the same to his girls.

4. The fact that he’s getting paid now, his kids are getting educated, and they are going to Sunday school. 

5. Jordan valued education and it was extremely important to him.

6. Jordan wanted his family to be virtuous even after all the mistreatment they suffered through.

7. The folks call Mandy “Mrs. Anderson” as a show of respect. 

8. Jordan asked for his back pay at $25 a month and Mandy’s was $2 a week...roughly $8 a month. My God the wage gap. Jesus fix it.

I could go on and on but this is a gem of history and should be shared. 

[mylesudland]

Some thoughts on youth sports

Baxter Holmes at ESPN has a fascinating story out about the NBA’s concern over injuries in its young players. For anyone who has spent time training — at any level — the concerns outlined will be ones you’ve heard before: a lack of mobility in explosive athletes and a lack of flexibility in strong athletes create ticking time bombs that go off in the form of broken legs, broken ankles, and warped backs. 

The concerns voiced by executives and doctors at the NBA level are also familiar in the modern world of youth sports — by specializing in one sport at a young age, these athletes are set up for disappointment. They will be disappointed by their health and disappointed by their in-competition performance. In 2019, the issues surrounding the culture of youth sports are not new. The parents, the kids, the coaches, the administrators in every part of the country at every level in every sport have heard this story a thousand times. 

And the “answers” end up sounding a lot like what AAU board member Rod Seaford told ESPN. 

“The NCAA and the NBA loves to lay fault for their ills at the feet of youth sports or AAU,” Seaford told ESPN. “That's a pretty common thing. We've approached the NCAA and NBA with various proposals [only] to get lip service. We don't get much serious conversation. I don't doubt that it's a legitimate concern. But it's really easy to lay all those faults of the youth coach.”

The only answer is that there is no answer. Except that as I see it, the current youth-sports-industrial complex has a pretty straightforward incentive structure that perpetuates and accentuates that unathletic athletes that are filtering into the highest levels of American sports. It’s called the NCAA. 

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For a brief time, I ran cross country in college. My results are not inspiring. But my path to college athletics began during a heated dinner conversation in the winter of 2006 when I told my parents I was going to give up baseball. It was a decision my father didn’t really understand: why did I need to run all year round? 

The previous fall I’d had a decent cross country season for a sophomore. Especially with the limited training I’d done the previous summer. After a string of races that showed promise, I ended up with a hairline fracture in my leg that resulted from running a race on an already stress-fractured leg. I ended up in a hard cast for a month. For me, the injury did not prompt questions about whether running was a viable long-term pursuit — was there, for instance, something anatomically that would disadvantage me as a long distance runner? — but instead convinced me that a tighter focus on running is what would stave off these injuries in the future. 

In the spring of 2006, the first during which I gave up baseball to pursue distance running as a singular pursuit, I ended up with a lingering shin injury and eventually my season ended with torn ankle ligaments after hitting a rock the wrong way on a run. For the second time in six months, I was in a hard cast. 

The next summer’s training led to a fall with a nagging hip injury. My results did not improve from the prior year. I survived the season, however, without a cast. Then the winter and spring of 2007 proved relatively injury free. And the results were just good enough that the opportunity to run in college was realistic. This, of course, had been the point all along. 

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In March, the public was made aware of something we all sort of knew was happening, we just didn’t know how. Rich parents were buying their way into college. 

And while the FBI explicitly outlined that putting your name on a building and getting your descendants admission to an elite university as a result is not illegal, paying someone to take the SATs for your kid is. So is sending money to a fixer who sends some money to a college coach who then makes a spot for your kid on a team. Even if they’ve never played the sport. But the system that I think was laid most bare in Operation Varsity Blues is found in the name: it’s about the sports. 

If you watch any college sports, you’ve see a version of this commercial before: “There are over 400,000 NCAA student athletes,” we’re told, “and most of them will be going pro in something other than sports.

And so while the NBA is worried about the load borne by kids playing over 100 games a year between AAU and their school-sponsored team, for those kids the NCAA is the finish line. 

And as the FBI’s investigation into college admissions bribery outlined, one of the surest ways to overachieve your academic limitations is to be a good athlete. 

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My modest success running long distances encouraged both of my brothers — always superior athletes to me — to pursue running both at a younger age and more seriously than myself. Both of them had considerable success. Both of them attended elite universities they would never have been accepted to based on their academic achievements as a result of this athletic success. The specialization that came to the Udland family ultimately worked out. 

Most weekends in the summer now we play golf together. None of us are particularly great. But the thing with golf is that everyone always thinks that if they could just spend more time practicing... So when we get together, the conversation sometimes leads to “what could have beens” about how things might be if we’d focused on, say, the three sports we all played as young kids (football, basketball, baseball) once we got to high school. Or what kind of golfers we could be if we’d played in high school, and so on. 

It’s the idle talk of former athletes re-living a not-lived version of their glory days. But what these conversations usually ignore is that the specialization we might now dream away was the right decision. It opened to each of us a college experience that would have otherwise been impossible. 

And so when we speak of the ills of youth sports, we must remember that the parents are not motivated because of professional sports, but about college sports. And while playing a sport in college is not realistic for most youth athletes, it is way more realistic than playing a professional sport. And the benefits — namely, an education at a university you might otherwise not be qualified to attend — are worth the risks of having more fun as a kid. Or, at least, that’s how many parents see it. 

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When I sat down to write this piece, I don’t think I meant to apologize for youth sports culture. And I’m not sure I really did. But re-reading this piece it seems that I have a lot of sympathy for a culture that directs money away from families who don’t have a lot to spare and takes time away from kids who won’t ever get their youth back. 

The youth sports industry is fueled by bitter parents who think things should’ve gone a different way and put that anxiety on a child who is not equipped to know they’re but a pawn in an insecure adult’s do-over. Youth sports should be fun. And for many kids, they are not. 

But the incentives that underwrite the youth sports industry are also not hard to decipher. Athletic achievement for many kids unlocks academic — and in turn, professional — doors that otherwise don’t exist. You can be a national level concert pianist and make your pitch to Harvard on that basis, but if you’re a high school boy that breaks 9:00 for the 2 mile, you’re pretty much in. 

This argument is also the one used by NCAA executives who believe that paying college athletes is not justified. “They get an education,” you hear the amateurism defender saying. “That’s the payment.�� And for an Olympic sport athlete, this may well be true. For the members of a major football program where television rights and ticket sales bring in tens of millions of dollars a year, this argument is obfuscating bullshit. 

This argument also leaves out the kids who end up at schools they aren’t really qualified to attend. But the lack of investment in public schools in America is beyond the scope of this post. (The demonization of public schools is one of our nation’s most shameful public policy stances.) 

Holmes’ article simply struck a chord for me because the NBA viewing itself as a relevant stakeholder in the culture of youth sports seems to me like an odd position for the league to take.

The league is defined by a dozen or so stars and their backgrounds are highly varied. LeBron James was The Chosen One at age 16 and has, improbably, exceeded that hype. Kevin Durant went to a major university to play college ball, was a star from the beginning of his freshman season, then entered the league and was one of its best players within three years. Kawhi Leonard and Paul George were overlooked high school players, mid-first round picks, and have grown into themselves. Giannis Antetokounmpo’s journey to the NBA from Greece earned the 60 Minutes treatment. 

All of which is to say that the NBA’s worry about youth sports matters little to the league’s players that actually define for the public what the sport really is about. Which is about stars. 

Certainly, some NBA general managers would like the deeper parts of the league’s pool to be more mobile and less injury prone. The freak leg fracture suffered by Julius Randle — a product of the AAU system and the University of Kentucky’s NBA farm system — was certainly a blow to Randle, his family, and the Los Angeles Lakers. 

But the lesser versions of Julius Randle, the kid from Dayton he played in a summer league tournament back in 2011 that ended up getting a scholarship to Kent State, probably doesn’t regret his choice to overextend himself during high school summers. Because while that kid might’ve had his eye on Ohio State, a scholarship came through. The gamble paid off. 

And when you’re at a desk making calls to sell P&C insurance in suburban Cleveland, you don’t worry about your chronically stiff ankle in the morning. 

Instead you wonder what could’ve been with your buddies, knowing it worked out just fine. 

[handeaux]

Weird Rash Of Cincinnati Suicides Blamed On Doctor Osler’s Joke

Both Monty Python and Al Capp’s Li’l Abner comic both explored the concept of a joke so hilarious, anyone who heard it would die laughing. Jokesters would have loved Doctor William Osler. He once told a joke that really did kill people, including some in Cincinnati.

For a respected medical authority, Dr. Osler was quite the comedian. Under the pseudonym of Egerton Yorrick Davis, he mailed bogus research papers to distinguished scientific journals, which often published them. These fake articles usually involved gynecological or urological topics that were decidedly off-color. Osler’s most controversial joke was intended as self-deprecating humor. When it backfired, he spent the rest of his life trying to undo the damage.

It all began in 1905 when Oxford University in England invited Osler, one of the founders of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, to accept a distinguished professorship in medicine. Osler was 56 years old and, in a farewell speech to his Johns Hopkins colleagues, suggested modestly that his best years were behind him. According to the Cincinnati Enquirer [26 February 1905]:

“Not everybody understands so easily the professor’s parting joke with his old associates at Baltimore. Some people have taken seriously his solemn protestation that at 40 a man is comparatively useless, while at 60 he should be unobtrusively chloroformed.”

Problem is, although the newspapers reported it that way, that is not what Osler actually said. While he definitely stated his belief that men accomplish their best work before the age of 60, Osler’s comments regarding chloroform were quoted from British novelist Anthony Trollope. The Washington DC Evening Star [23 February 1905] published a verbatim transcript of Osler’s speech:

“In that charming novel, ‘The Fixed Period,’ Anthony Trollope discusses the practical advantages in modern life of a return to this ancient usage, and the plot hinges on the admirable scheme of a college into which at sixty men retired for a year of peaceful contemplation before a peaceful departure by chloroform.”

Although Osler jokingly endorsed the general concept, he credited a satirical novel as the source. This nuance was lost on the mass media, and headlines across the United States claimed that a top medical doctor recommended a peaceful death by chloroform for men over age 60.

Some readers agreed, and promptly killed themselves. On 21 August 1908, the Cincinnati Post reported:

“No less than 10 men and women over the age of 60 have taken their own lives in Cincinnati during the past year. Nearly all of these believed they had reached their limit of usefulness, in line with this theory supposed to have been advanced by Dr. Osler.”

The Post quoted an aged Cincinnati veteran who had retired to the Dayton Soldiers Home. Just before he killed himself, he supposedly told his acquaintances, “Dr. Osler is right. I am too old to be of any use to mankind.”

Throughout the United States, the Post claimed, “hundreds of deaths” could be attributed to elderly people accepting Dr. Osler’s joke as fact.

While “hundreds of deaths” might seem like an exaggeration, many newspapers reported suicides found with clippings of Osler’s speech in their pockets, among them a Confederate veteran in Baltimore, a press agent in New York City, a butcher in New Orleans, and a contractor in Nebraska. The health officer in Cleveland, Ohio, claimed that more than fifty suicides in that city in 1905 alone could be traced to Dr. Osler’s pronouncement.

Some victims openly acknowledged the inspiration of Dr. Osler, even years later. The Pueblo, Colorado, Chieftain [17 January 1917] reported the death of Joseph P. Hanna, who drank poison in Salt Lake City and left a suicide note that read, in part:

“To the Coroner: This is just simply a case of suicide; not necessary to hold an inquest. I am sick and can’t get well. So life has no chances for me. I agree with Dr. Osler that everyone at 50 years should be chloroformed, especially if they are sick all the time.”

One decided skeptic about Osler’s influence was Dr. Otis L. Cameron, coroner of Hamilton County. While Dr. Cameron absolved Dr. Osler, he hardly offered a ray of hope for the county’s elderly. He told the Cincinnati Post:

“Dr. Osler never uttered it and I have never taken it seriously. It may have had some effect on old people. As a rule, however, they have other mighty good reasons for taking their own lives.”

Well, thank you for the encouragement, Doctor Cameron!

[isabellaxcole-blog]

FULL NAME: Isabella Adaira Cole AGE: 24 Years Old BIRTHDAY: 8 January 1995 HOMETOWN: Dayton, Ohio  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single (Unofficially); It’s Complicated (Officially) OCCUPATION: Teaching Assistant; moonlights as an Escort under the name Bella SPECIES: Human

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BACKGROUND INFORMATION:

Isabella Adaira Cole was just your typical girl-next-door – with the added benefits that she was quite complicated to begin with, and that was never by her own volition that she made her life a little messed up and complicated to begin with. Born in a rather well-off family of a writer father and a socialite mother that had a divorce as soon as her father found out that her mother was cheating on him with a director and fleeing off to France subsequently. Bella lived with her father after winning rights of custody to her – an act she secretly endorsed and agreed on. Bella then was exposed to the arts more with her filibuster father’s writing background and her grandmother’s stage acting background as well, making her love the artist world a lot more.

Bella was never an overachiever at times, although she was always the one getting the good grades and doing a lot of things at once, owing that to her free spirited and impulsive nature. It was her impulsive nature that led her to be kicked out from her first school for sleeping with her Spanish teacher, all because she found the Spanish teacher hot. Her schooling days went off with little problems afterwards as she went along to graduate her high school and subsequently entered college in Miami, Florida. It was there when she was exposed to her freedom and her creativity more, even going so much as to explore her sexuality, one which culminated into getting herself into a Dominant Master/Submissive Slave relationship with her history professor while she was going through her sophomore year until she graduated.

After graduation, and subsequently calling off the relationship – citing the worry of the Master because he was married, Isabella moved to another state, another city for another adventurous experience. Her father wanted her to move to Nice, France, after five successful books written and sold, and getting married to a police detective there in Dayton. Isabella declined politely, as she was looking forward to seeing and trying out new things. Of course, she has heard stories about the city and the hushed whispers about it being a haven for supernatural. Call her crazy and impulsive and curious about it. Isabella just wanted something new.

Therefore it was her decision to move to the city; living on her own and jumping from one job to another, not straying far from the job that sought the flesh. She had been a lingerie model for part-time, had been a cocktail waitress and even went so far as to have her photos taken naked in the name of art, before she settled down with a place as a teaching assistant at the local university in Shifter University. Even so, somehow at a rather funny turn, she was recruited by a local madam to become an escort in the city. Depending on the money at hand, Isabella moonlights as one, going with the name Bella for short.

Isabella was impulsive and random at best at times, following her gut and her instincts about what she wanted to do. She could pick up things fast, and her impulsiveness made her do a lot of things ranging from drawing and painting, to things like dancing and even being a slave in a BDSM setting. Reckless and stubborn at times, Isabella usually gets herself into trouble and sometimes complicates things just because she was too stubborn or too reckless in her decision making at times. Despite that, she is a good-hearted soul who shares her passion for the arts with gusto, along with her random-but-good skills at drawing, sketching and painting. Her impulsiveness did also let Isabella to jump from plaything to plaything sexually at times, even going out with her ex-boyfriend of 49 years old at that time. Eternally curious and enthusiastic, as well as eager to please and help out at times, Isabella has an infectious desire to explore and learn new things at times, even though she knew that she could get herself in deep trouble at times.

PERSONALITY:

positive: laid back, easygoing, affable, chatty, flexible.

negative: impulsive, reckless, stubborn, random, curious.

SUGGESTED CONNECTIONS:

a madam who hired Bella

clients, former clients who know her even before entering Sanctum

acquaintances from Shifter University, class members that she is assisting

former Spanish teacher from high school

former Master from college

literally anything, hit me up!

[facesdcwn]

(  brie larson  /  twenty nine  /  female   )   I think that’s  CECELIA “CEE” HARSHA  in the COMFORT STATION  who grew up in  DAYTON.  Hopefully the apocalypse hasn’t shaken HER  up too much. They’ve been in the group for  TWO YEARS  and has taken the job of a LEADER  within the group. Apparently they’re  GROUNDED  but they can also be very IMPULSIVE  I’ve heard.

 hi!! i'm mackenzie and i also play mason. under the cut you'll find history, personality, and some wanted connections! feel free to come plot with me 

too lazy to read? just want the gist? small farm girl that got caught here during an agriculture convention. misses home, but took her knowledge and became leader of comfort station.

before

cee grew up on a small farm in dayton, ohio. herparents looked like they were dragged straight out of american gothic.

she was always a trouble maker at school, and would have rather been out cutting wood with her dad than inside cooking with her mother.

once she hit her teen years, she realized the value of what her mother did and became well versed in the world of physical labor and domestic life.

she was content with her small farm life and planned to take over once her parents got too old, but her parents insisted she see the world.

they came to a compromise: she goes to all the agricultural conferences in chicago, and wherever else they pop up, and she still gets the farm.

she never thought the Executive Women in Agriculture conference would change her life.

after

she took shelter in comfort station, a nearby art gallery, with some other members from the convention. along with other chicago natives or those just passing through, the small space filled up quickly.

one woman in particular had taken charge, but was later overtaken with the virus.

cee saw this as an opportunity to step up and take charge, although she did grieve the loss of her fast friend.

however, she does feel like she gave up on her parents. she can’t make a trip to dayton in these conditions, and knowing they are out there on the farm surviving on her mother’s jarred goods is the only thing that gives her hope.

playlist

wish by diplo // “maybe you should find your chill, cause boy does this shit get real.”

the bodies, the zombies! by mal blum // “i heard your heart is about the size of your first, but that’s not true it’s just a myth.”

headcanons

cee loves children! she has a soft spot for any of the children her manage to work their way into comfort station

in her free time, she locks herself away to knit. it reminders her of her mother.

wanted connections

i think we’re close enough // cee really likes this person, loves even, but chicago is currently not a good place to be in love and it’s not her priority at the moment. (and guess what.. she has big Pansexual energy)

you’re in my space // this person always manages to make themselves too at home in comfort station, and while cee is definitely no dictator, she’s a bit territorial.

i won’t let go of you // cee’s right hand person. 

i have nothing in particular for her! but if she can fill any of your wanted connections, hmu!

[webcricket]

Looking Glass

Chapter 2 - Welcome to Bunkerland

Pairing: CastielXAU!Reader

Word Count: 1643

Summary: A summer hiatus series. The reader is a refugee from the apocalypse AU where angels pursue humans with righteous wrath under the rule of the archangel Michael. Against all odds, the reader awakens in a world where the apocalypse never happened and not everyone is who they seem to be. Does her heart truly long to save her world, or does it belong now to the last person she ever expected to give it to?

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Humming contentment, inhabiting the sluggish middle-ground between sleep and sentience, you loll to one side of the bed. Knees curling to your chest, you nuzzle your chin deeper into the pillow and slide a hand beneath the cushion to cuddle it closer. The cotton fabric is cool and crisp to the touch. The clean floral hint of the dryer sheet with which it tumbled – and recently, judging by the fresh fragrance – tickles your nose. Poised at the brim of awareness, consciousness gently cascading over your somnolent senses, untroubled comfort blankets you for another blissful moment before wakeful alarm courses through your languid frame.

Fighting the reflex to flail off the sheets and flee, balling the pillow in your fists, you force yourself to freeze and formulate a plan. You still the dissenting shudder of your body as your heart sprints and adrenaline floods your veins and urges you contrariwise – every double beat a deafening drum to rise and run in your ears. You drink in a deep calming breath through your nose, reciting the mantra to stop and think over the wail of your pulse. Reaching into your memory to try to figure out what happened, you contort bodily and choke back a scream. Thinking hurts.

Mind a dense haze of smoke, brain a smoldering black coal that flares in a painful fiery burst when you try to recall any detail of the who, what, where, when, why, or how of being here, you default, instead, to basic survival instinct. You have an indistinct sense that wherever this place is, it’s very unlike the last place. You feel that you’re safe; some piece of you, however – a bit of coding programmed into your DNA – knows it’s not safe to trust safe anymore because nowhere is really safe from . . . You gasp at the galvanizing flash of lighting striking down the attempt at thought. Not thinking is hard.

Enough. Your eyelids separate into the slimmest of slits necessary to admit light in order to inventory the immediate surroundings: Bedside lamp, bulb illuminated and radiating a warm glow. Digital red numbers on an alarm clock indicating a time of 5:37PM. Glass of perfectly clear water, three-quarters full. Sheet of paper, thick enough to stand on the folded edge, a message scribbled across in bold black ink.

You clamp your lashes shut and take a slow and measured inhalation. Holding the air in your lungs until they begin to burn, you listen. You perceive only the rapid tinny race of your bounding heart. Identifying no imminent peril, you pop open both eyes and blow out the hot torrent of checked breath, panting afterward in relief. Swinging your legs over the side of the mattress, attention sweeping the bare walls, single wooden door, and beige-brown color palette of the windowless utilitarian room, your focus settles once more on the piece of paper on the nightstand.

You pluck it up to examine the note evidently intended for you as there doesn’t seem to be anyone else here. It reads: Back soon – make yourself at home. It’s a concise welcome, but does nothing whatsoever to clear up the confusion of where you are or how you came to be here. Your temples throb as you tread dangerously near a rising recollection. Rubbing at the ache, you notice ink bleeding through from the other side and flip the sheet: Stay put – don’t break anything. The handwriting is as different as the vaguely threatening sentiment and equally meaningless to you.

Tossing aside the paper, you hop to the floor. You suck in a quick shot of air to shallowly expand your ribcage and peer down at the external state of matters stretching from your neck to toes. It isn’t the oversized fleece-lined sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder, extending well beyond your fingertips and shrouding you to your thighs that shocks you. Nor is it the wide-legged plaid pajama pants rolled up to your ankles that come as a surprise.

You tentatively shift your weight from one leg to the other and jump again. Your bare feet land with a quiet and painless thud on the tile. The pleased smile – small as it is – has no time to brush its subtle curve onto your mouth before a cinch of blazing embers ensnares your skull. Knees buckling, you sink shrieking to the floor as you realize your left leg isn’t the shattered limb you remember. You badly broke the leg when you lost your footing on a rugged mountain pass leading to a camp in Dayton, Ohio and the rumored promise of safety there. Safety. Through the crippling agony, specifics of the incident of failing to outrun a band of angels and your subsequent capture return to you.

When you recover your faculties, tears puddle on the porcelain where your forehead presses to the cold tile. Tongue swiping your lips, you taste the salt streaking your cheeks. Rocking onto your heels, you clasp your fingers around your wrists in turn and run the pads of them over the smooth skin. Like your fractured limb they, too, are unmarked by the tight binds that secured you to the chair in the cabin where . . . You flatten your palms to the floor in front of you to keep from crumpling at the emergent memory of him.

Castiel – the other angels called him Castiel, a seraphim sadist, strangely sentimental. He’s the one who set your brain ablaze. He wanted information about where the refugees were gathering and why. And he especially wanted to know the whereabouts of someone named Jack. He lit brush fires in your mind as if to smoke the information out. You don’t know jack, about any Jack, but you were willing to die before divulging anything to that divine douchebag.

You dare to think, perhaps, you are dead. Sitting upright, you glance around the room with that viewpoint. Imagining yourself in Heaven instills no solace. Heaven is chock full of angels and you’d rather be in Hell. You’ve heard it’s pretty decent digs since the apocalypse went down and all the demons went topside. You don’t expect anyone in power much cares where human souls end up nowadays.

From this vantage point, headache abating, you spot a square of pink in the center of the door you missed before. Standing up, you cross the room and squint at the writing: Kitchen is to the right if you want something to eat. It’s the same friendly scroll as the note bidding you to make yourself at home. Your stomach rumbles with enthusiasm. There’s a second square tucked below the first with a warning: Don’t drink all the beer.

“Seriously?” you snicker aloud. “Somebody’s in a bitchy mood.” You imagine it was quite the row these chuckleheads with warring memos had before they deigned to leave you here alone, wherever the heck here actually is.

Turning the doorknob, you step into the hall to make your way to the kitchen. Your eyes dart to each steady bulb of light illuminating the way. You find it curious there is no loud whirring roar of a generator providing the electricity. Until now, you believed electricity of this sort, available at the whim of a finger flicking a switch, was an extinct species – mere magical fodder for children’s bedtime stories.

You pause before a gaping door and peer into what must be the kitchen based on the stainless steel storage stretching along the walls. This room, you note, like the one you awoke in, is also windowless and tidy in efficiency. Throat itchy with thirst and thinking of the untouched glass of water you left bedside, you swallow dryly and cross over to the sink. Purely for your own amusement, since it also doesn’t exist anymore in a convenient manner, you twist on the hot water tap and cup your hands beneath the spout. Steamy liquid warmth instantly flows over and fills your upturned palms. Snorting a laugh, you dip your head to the basin to splash your skin with the soothing spray.

It’s with your face ducked under the faucet, letting the warmth pour across your foolishly grinning features, fully submerged in this fantasy come to life, fingers clasped to the sink edge to keep from falling in, that you fail to hear the gravelly voice resounding on approach in the hall over the rush of the water.

“Sam! Dean? I’m back. I have good news and bad news. The good news is, I was able to enter Heaven and the other angels didn’t murder me as we anticipated they would. The bad news is, they didn’t murder me because there are only a handful of us left and-” Cas swallows the remainder of his report as he leans over the kitchen threshold to study the peculiar scene.

Although he healed your physical injuries after Dean dragged you through the rift, he hadn’t expected you to wake given the sustained suffering of your mind. Even an angel cannot always undo the work of angels. He’s glad to see he was wrong. Determining his silent stare could be considered rude, he clears his throat, steps into the room, and announces his presence. “Hello?”

Through the blear of water wetting your lashes, you see a figure – a man, judging from the broadness of his shoulders – drifting toward you from the doorway. “Sorry, I-” You recoil from the sink, apologizing out of awkwardness. Slick fingers scrambling to turn off the faucet, you simultaneously grope along the counter for something to wipe your eyes.

“Here.” The raspy word is followed by a cloth laid against your arm.

“Thanks.” You dab the cotton to your face. “I-” When you look up from the towel, the man’s eyes lock on yours, both of them blue. The hue – an unmistakable shade seared into your memory – instills you with horror.

Next: Ch. 3 - The Quote Unquote Situation

[darkfaeluvr]

She was everything you’d want her to be. Just so naturally. Her energy, how she spoke, how she dressed. It was no wonder she was so desired by friend and foe alike. I guess that’s how she ended up like this. Too many people wanted her to share. That would always be her life’s fatal flaw. It was always going to be her fatal end.

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of the morning buses. God how I hated living in the city,but of course I did it if I wanted to go to the same school as my best friend. Lucky me, she had dropped out the first semester. At least I was able to keep a roommate. I know neither of us belonged in Ohio, but she really didn’t. If she would have stayed in Dayton, I already know what would’ve become of her. She would’ve aged, horribly… become a teacher or work in a dentist’s office and gotten married off to a man who peaked in the middle of high school. She deserves better than that. She deserved better.

By any stretch, it looks like we’re both stuck in mad ‘ol Chi-town for now. We survived off of coffees and sandwiches she would bring home from the shop she works at. Thankfully, I receive enough funding from school to help us get by a little more than that. She is your typical college drop-out, aspiring writer without a laptop, and full of peacock-ridden ideas that don’t go anywhere. Really bright, really beautiful, even less surprising when they fall through. I have her saved as “Peacock” on my phone. I’m sure she thinks it has something to do with being bright and beautiful. In reality, it has more to do with her feathers acting as a survival mechanism because she hasn’t much else to offer.

“ Time to get up, worm!” P yelled, running in and playfully hitting me with my pillow. “ I’m about to leave for work, and I know you don’t have class for a couple of hours… but the thing is I forgot ehh lost my key. I think it might be at the shop, but if not I’ll need your key to make a copy later. Do you think you could pick me up for work? And if you’re not too busy now, it might be better for you to drop me off… if you can!” If the early bird gets the worm, I am confident in why I’m the worm in this equation.

“ I’ll do you one better. You can take my car for today. I wanted to travel by subway today for some people-watching.” She squealed, “ Thanks, Jess!” She grabbed my keys and hurried off. As soon as I heard the front door slam shut, I received a text. Due to a personal emergency, class is canceled today. Well, at least that gives me more time to mope around. I locked the front door then headed to the shower. Flashes of my dream from before the buses awakened me popping into my head. Her golden-brown skin with a reddish undertone. Her smirk pulling at the corners of her eyes. I shook my head to get the image out of my head, the water beginning to run cold.

After I finally got out and dried myself off, I saw she left the door to her room wide open. Just for anyone to walk in. Almost calling to be entered. I stepped in cautiously, as if she would somehow run out from behind the door. “ Aha! Caught you!” All in my head. Her room was a kind of organized mess. Clothes on the floor, to be expected. Rented laptop on bed. Jewelry and makeup on her dresser. A variety of miniature wallets, cards, and cash on her nightstand. A couple of crumpled papers littered throughout. I picked up one off the ground in front of me. It was a poem:

Amicability of sad awareness

Being able to be blue but look pink

To sit in the dark and stop hating it

Learning to love it, but not lust with it

Is the best part of being human

Acceptance

Equilibrium of all emotions dire or not

The admiration of grief

For we know on the other side is deeper understanding

Seeing through the fog of bliss

Becoming the fog itself

It is all

Wonderfully human

Not to create nor change nor menstruate

The feeling that is

In whatever it may be

Is true love

Is true humanity

This is what I mean. Another feather, another color of the peacock. Another thing to be mesmerized by, by her. Her feathers are the only thing she has to fall back on.

“Jess! Oh my gawd!” P came rushing into my room as soon as she entered our apartment. Disturbing me as I caught up on last night’s homework for my cancelled class. “What?!” I attempted to say excitingly, but it sounded more like a half-groan mixed with a half-squeak.“ I! ME! Have a meeting with a publisher tomorrow morning! About my first book! I didn’t want to tell you until everything was confirmed, but they’re going to show me the final contract tomorrow and I’ll be a signed OFFICIAL author!” I almost felt a little guilty writing her and her antics off, I didn’t know she had it in her. So official. And adult. Two things I never, ever expected or even half-expected from her. “ What kind of book is it?” I asked, trying to not seem too doubtful. “It’s a surprise! I’ll tell you more details after the meeting. But for tonight… I want to celebrate. It’s already here. At least that's what my manifestation coach always tells me to do. Act as if! And whatnot.” Oh God. “Well, my favorite floundering Peacock, I say it is about time for a celebration!” Luckily, it is a Friday so I’m sure we could score some free drinks down at the clubs.

We decided to leave at 10, to get an early-start on the club and bar-hopping. 9:45 came around and I was putting on my finishing touches, but was missing mascara. I walked to P’s room, partially to see if she was anywhere near ready and partially to borrow some mascara. I did a light knock on the door and asked to borrow some makeup. I heard a giggle, a gasp and a thump on the ground like a box hitting the ground. She opened the door just a crack with a reassuring smile and a glint of panic in her eyes, her hair more ruffled than usual. “What do you need?” She asked as if she already wanted me to leave. “ Just mascara.” I responded. “ Be right back.” She said, closing the door quickly behind her. As she closed it, I could’ve sworn I saw a pink wig on the ground. I never really knew her to be the type to cover up her beautiful dark curls. As quickly as she disappeared, she re-appeared with a little black tube in her hands. “ I’ll be ready in 10.” She spat out, quickly before closing and locking the door behind her.

When she finally came out, half past 10, she was in this red tight dress that cut off right above her knee. There was a small unnecessary slit on the right side of the dress going up nearly mid-thigh. You could see her Hello Kitty tattoo made to look more like a doll. She had a fake black fur jacket covering her small shoulders. “ It’s going to be cold tonight.” It sure is. Tonight is the night. We take a lyft down-town to the bar scene. Once we step out, we begin plotting how we’re going to make our rounds, what names we’ll go by, and a fun backstory. We always did this. Not just for safety purposes, but it’s always nice lying to men especially when they’ll probably never see us again. “ My nerves are shot. I can’t believe my life is finally turning around.” P says, as she sparks up a cig. “ You know those things won’t only kill you, but age you.” I warn her for the 1000th time. “Better hope I die young.” She responds, as if rehearsed.

A group of men walk by us as we’re talking. “ Hey ladies, need some company tonight? It’s not safe out here with a strong man by your side.”

“ Oh fuck off!” I yell at them. I’m not on the clock quite yet. Can’t they wait til we get inside? As they’re throwing out their insults in the other direction, I hear a small “Jess.” I turn around and a man in a black hoodie pulls a blade out of P’s back. He runs off as her cigarette drops to the ground, right before she does. Her dress becoming more velvet red than cherry. I touch her cold cheek as a warm tear drops from the purest look in her eyes. God she even looks beautiful when she’s- “P!” I cry. “ Please don’t go.” Why did it take so long for these words to fumble out of my throat? “ Help! Please someone help us!”

I don’t know how long I was yelling until someone came. They called the police. I just lie in her pool of blood next to her. Not believing any of it to be real. Like a bad dream I’ll wake up from if I just lie down and close my eyes… When the police and ambulance arrive they question both me and the stranger. I was still in shock. I have no clue what I was muttering. It wasn’t until I found myself in a hospital bed with most of the blood washed off of me that I came to. How did I get here? When did I get here? Was I dissociating the whole time? A cop had fallen asleep on the chair in the corner of the room. I guess they were waiting for me to come to. I had to get out of there. A flash of P’s final scene playing on repeat in my head. I had to find who did this. They probably blame me. I blame me. We should’ve just taken a train. None of this was supposed to happen this way.

How am I supposed to get out in this hospital gown? Maybe if I can find the lockers, I can get my hands on some extra scrubs. I slowly slip out the room. The hospital is crazy tonight. It must be a full moon. No one has noticed me yet. As I’m searching door-to-door, I see an older woman leave a room and check inside. I see a woman with a face wrapping in the bed. Her skin, like P’s, but more washed-out. As if she were…dying. I find an extra outfit in the chair, as if they were waiting to dress her and take her home. I’m sorry, I need this. I slip on the high-waisted jeans that are a bit too tight and the oversized sweater being used to hide my unbuttoned pants. I find some off-white keds by the bedside table and slip those on, before whoever that woman is comes back. I hold my breath as I put on the final shoe. The woman in the bed turns her head to me, as if she can see me. As if she knows. I dart out of the room with my crumbled up gown. I pace quickly to the nearest bathroom, I can feel a panic attack coming on. I rid myself of the gown and shove it far down the trash. I rush to the sink, my frail hands shaking, cupping the cool water running down and splashing it onto my face. The older woman from the room comes out of a stall.Her head down, but I can tell she’s been crying. The bags under her eyes alerting me of her ensured insomnia. I freeze, hoping she won’t notice me. She washes her hands and as soon as I think I’m in the clear, she turns around and says “ You remind me of my daughter.” Then closes the door behind her. I break down. My cheeks burning the tears strolling down my face. Who am I becoming? I can’t worry about that now, I have to get out of here.

[mittensmorgul]

Hi there, I wanted to know what your headcanon is about how the Apocalypse started in the AU world. Who broke the first seal, if Dean didn't exist? Could it have been John?

Hi there! I’m gonna start by saying this is like 99% guesswork and we have no idea of actually knowing for sure unless they decide it’s important for us to really know. So as long as the AU remains accessible and a part of ongoing canon, any of my headcanons can be overturned by actual canon. So, just a reminder not to give too much credit to anything else I say in this post. Since I see this more as headcanon territory and not speculation of future events or revelations, I’m perfectly willing to explain how I’ve personally rationalized the existence of... a lot of stuff in the AU.

First off, I’ve been under the assumption that everything in the AU is just... not quite the same as it is here. I mean, from the very start, one of the first things we saw of the place was that when Cas stepped through the rift from the bright sunshiny day in the real world, he landed in a place where it was night and stormy with dark clouds and strange red lightning. Cas had left a place surrounded by water and forest and arrived in a desert landscape filled with death and oversize symbols of weaponry in place of the forest.

Then we had demons with demonic faces and angels who wore military uniforms and never spoke of heaven. So I’ve had ongoing doubts that anything in that world is the same as it is here... right down to the basic notions of what angels and demons even are.

I don’t know if Sam and Dean Winchester were the prophesied vessels of the apocalypse in that world. I don’t know if the apocalypse was even prophesied in the same way, or required the same steps as it did in the regular world.It’s just... so completely different. I’ve been hoping since 12.23 that we’d learn a little more about any or all of this. Not because it has any real bearing on the plot, but because I nerd out over it and find it fascinating. :P

As for who broke the first seal in the AU... we don’t even know that there WAS a first seal (or any seal) to break. I doubt it could’ve been John, simply because according to AU Mary’s story she told Bobby, John Winchester died 40 years ago, which was about 25 years before the Apocalypse started, if the apocalypse timeline at least runs about parallel to the SPN universe’s apocalypse.

We don’t know the circumstances of that John’s death, if they were similar (and at the same time) as “our John’s” death, because the events of 4.03 only happened because Dean Winchester traveled back in time to make them happen, and in the AU, theoretically Dean Winchester was never born... and so never traveled back to 1973, never brought Azazel’s attention around to Mary Campbell... 

I’ve been trying to find a logical reason for Azazel to have even targeted Mary in 1973 in an AU where Dean never went back to poke that hornet’s nest. Before Dean showed up, Mary didn’t want anything to do with that hunt, and even Samuel wouldn’t have taken notice of Azazel’s activity in town.

So we don’t even know the basics of Mary Campbell of the AU’s personal history, aside from what Bobby knew from her drunken reminiscences. I’ve REALLY been hoping we’d have some way of uncovering more of that story, you know? Because pretty much everything we know of Mary’s life before 1983 was what we learned through Dean’s trip back to 1973, and then Sam and Dean’s trip back to 1978 chasing after Anna... who never would’ve had her grace restored to her without Sam and Dean’s interference and likely would’ve been killed by the demons who killed her parents, you know?

Like... SO MUCH in the AU just couldn’t have happened the same way without Sam and Dean having existed there, it’s just mind-bending to think about.

At the very least, the mechanics of how the apocalypse began over there had to be entirely different, and not reliant on Winchesters being willing to die for each other.

Comparing the AU to what we know about “our” world’s apocalypse through such things as 5.04 as the planet’s human civilizations slowly fell to things like Croatoan and demon incursions, and the fact that even back during s5 talking about what the result of the apocalypse would be, it was never instant and complete annihilation of the earth. It was always described as this slow but inevitable collapse that the War World seems to exemplify. 

DEAN: Look, I know this is a lot of information, everything I'm telling you, okay, but... we're running out of time here. I need to know where the Nephilim is -- Jack. And -- and my mom's with him, right?AW CHARLIE: Your mom?DEAN: Yes. She's from our world, too.AW CHARLIE: Uh...Last I heard, they were fighting somewhere in what remains of Dayton, Ohio, but I don't... Wait. Your mom?

(first off, I love how she’s called AW CHARLIE in the transcript, because AWWWW)

But the vast majority of humanity just seems to have been... ended. “what remains of Dayton, Ohio.” I mean... We’ve now seen four distinct locations in the AU, and NONE of them resemble modern human civilization, you know? It’s like Fallout.

How did it get this way? How did it start? I hope it’s actually relevant to the plot and we’ll learn more about it, but I have an increasingly sinking feeling that the rift is gonna be shut permanently by the end of the season, and we just may never know, because whatever story’s been mirrored through the exploration of the AU may have been concluded without delving any deeper into its metaphysics and history.