I used to be an amulet.

Oh, hello there. My name is Tamimah. It means Amulet. Strange, I know, but you see, it describes what I am. Of course, you could call me Tami if it's easier. ((Indie RP blog for human!Samulet from Supernatural. Both mun and muse are of legal age. I am not entirely caught up with the series, but it doesn't matter, because I'm caught up enough to play my muse (somewhere beginning to middle of Season 10). This is a safehouse blog. You can come to me if you need comfort or to talk about anything. I try to tag things, but I may miss a few spoilers or triggers. If this happens, please let me know. Please read "My History" and "Headcanons" before we start a thread.))

[michonnee]

Help me take Layla to a vet. Please.

This is Layla. She is not even 2 months old by what seems. I found her outside my house, maybe 2 days ago, she was so hungry she ate a whole cup of cat food that i got from a neighbout.

Since then, we got her inside, got her a pot of food, water, we got a cardboard box and an old shirt and she’s been adopted.

The problem is, i need to take her to a vet. Her belly is a little too big for her and i think she is sick. and she has those weird fur-less spots on her which she keeps itching and these are parts of her skin that have like a crost, as if its scars, i dont know… But i think its scabies, most probably, or some kind of fungus, or bacteria, i dont know really. It’s why i have to take her.

Its not as bad as before because i’m using a cream i had i used for me, that is super great for healing scars and stuff like that, but i still need to take her to a vet.

If you could help me with any $5 bucks so i could take Layla to a vet, i would appreciate it very much.

I really love her already. I cant sit on the front yard without her crawling up on me and laying on my lap. She really loves me back. She meows until i let her come sit on me. HAHHA

Yeah, if you could help me, donate at Paypal, to “[email protected]”, choosing “payment for products”

Any $5 will help. Really. Help me take care of her. I want her to be healthy.

If you cant help with money, please do reblog this post. it costs nothing and even SHE will thank you for that.

Thank you, guys. <3

[carosarchive-deactivated2020060]

i want y’all to remember that your blog is your blog. post what you want. there was a time when i tried to make my blog generic and tried to follow the format of other, more popular blogs to maybe impress them but idk what i gained from that? i don’t want my blog to be exactly like someone else’s blog. it’s my blog. we all like different things and want to post different things. blog about what you love! make your blog yours.

[kodaksnacks-blog]

I’m fuckin shocked/Amazed asf

[femalehumansamulet]

Bedtime. I got stuff to do in the morning.

[deakery-deactivated20200516]

[sorrynotsorrybi]

Freddie out here validating us from beyond the grave

[klauseance4]

Baby gay: *wears something extra™️*

Freddie: fucking MAGNIFICENT darling

[official-space-cadet]

Not to get political on main, but my 18+ Canadian followers better be registered and informed for our federal election coming up October 21st.

[acecorvid]

all of my fellow Canadian followers: Vote. Get out there and vote.

[mysenia]

Read up on the party platforms. Make sure you have your voter card and the correct identification. Know where your poll station is located.

I voted today in the advance polls. My family and I made an outing of it so that we all got it done and there was no stressing. Bring a friend, a family member, a coworker; motivate yourself and others.

It’s so important that every person who is eligible to vote does so. You have a voice so use it. GO OUT AND VOTE.

[humofnight]

i love one (1) disaster wizard

[curlicuecal]

It’s a good metaphor tho, because the situation is never going to get better if you don’t eventually pull the door. And afterwards, no matter what the damage was, you’ll have a working cabinet, whatever plates you could salvage, and a place to start putting new plates.

[artbymoga-deactivated20200516]

Reblogging for that comment ^

[starjeweled-alpenglow]

Hats off for negative jokes turned to wholesome posts

[rosarenn]

So this was me for a long time. Afraid to open the door, certain that all that I was would crash and break. That I could never be repaired.

But I opened the door.

And what fell out and crashed to the ground was not me. They weren’t my dishes.

They were other people’s dishes.

Put inside we without my permission, when I was too young to know that I could not hold them all.

I opened the door, and I’m still here.

It turns out, I’m not that fragile.

[randomslasher]

Oh damn it got better

[femalehumansamulet]

Song for a Soulmate

[femalehumansamulet]

saunteredslowlydownward‌:

Bottle green eyes widened in surprise and worry as Tamimah’s breath grew short and panicked.  “Woah, easy there.  Breathe, ok?  Just… breathe.”  She stepped closer, not quite touching but hovering close enough that it was clear her instincts wanted for her to reach for the other woman.  She wasn’t sure which part of that information had set her off like that but she definitely hadn’t been expecting that reaction.  

“They’re back in town, at the hotel.  Why?  How do you know them?”  Curiosity had given way to a worried, gently demanding tone.

A quiet, high-pitched whine left her lips.

She couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t she breathe? She needed to--she had to calm down. She was scaring Emma. She was scaring herself.

Tamimah almost lurched forward, instinct pushing her toward the woman standing so close to her, and grabbed Emma’s forearm. She needed something to focus on--something to ground herself with. The rough canvas of Emma’s sleeve beneath her hand was a good focal point. Sensation was good. Sensation was real.

Back in town, at the hotel.

Her boys were nearby. So close, after so many years. After so long, she’d get to see them again.

How was she going to act around them? How could she act? She couldn’t...they couldn’t know what she was, what she’d been. She’d have to pretend she was just another hunter.

But Emma needed the truth from her. Tamimah couldn’t lie to her soulmate. She couldn’t start what was meant to be the most meaningful connection in a human life with lies.

“I...It’s...it’s a long story. I know them, but...” She clutched Emma’s sleeve tighter, and her free hand fiddled with the top button of her shirt, just above the mark on her breastbone. The tattoo-like mark that was the only visible remnant of what she’d once been. Heat pressed at the backs of her eyes, signaling the tears she didn’t want to shed. “...They won’t know me. Not like this.”

[femalehumansamulet]

Song for a Soulmate

[femalehumansamulet]

saunteredslowlydownward‌:

“Tamimah,” Emma repeated, lips turning up in a small grin at the unique name.  “That’s a beautiful name.  It’s uh… Hebrew, right?”  It was just a guess, but Emma usually had a pretty decent ear for languages.

Her smile faltered at the sharp tone as Tamimah repeated her last name.  Well, that was definitely recognition, that was for sure.  “Uh, yeah, I am,” she confirmed with a shy nod.  “Dean’s… uh, well… Dean’s my dad.”

She tilted her head, curious and just a little worried.  She hoped this woman didn’t have some sort of beef with her family.  “You know them?”

“Arabic, actually, but thank you,” Tamimah corrected, pulling a hair tie from her wrist and tying back her hair. She didn’t know why she hadn’t done that before going into a fight with a mob of demons, but she needed to get it off her neck now.

Maybe she ought to cut it. That would cool her off a bit, for certain.

“You’re--Dean’s your--” Words failed her, and it felt for a good, long moment like her heart had, too. Dean was her soulmate’s father. Dean had a daughter who looked to be only a few years younger than she did. How was that possible? How could he have an adult child she didn’t know about? Unless Emma was a child from one of his many encounters before Tamimah had become human?

No, that couldn’t be right...could it?

“I--You could...you could say I do, in a way.” It was hard to breathe past the lump in her throat--and harder to speak--but she managed to push out the words. “They’re not--If you’re Dean’s daughter, he wouldn’t--” Dean was too protective of his brother to let him out of his sight for very long. Surely he would be even more protective of his child. “--They’re somewhere nearby, right?”

[diminuel]

A glimpse into Dean’s wardrobe

This is an updated version of my previous Dean’s outfits through the seasons post~ 

[femalehumansamulet]

Headcanon

Tamimah has a major sweet tooth. She doesn’t know where it came from, and she always has to make sure she budgets herself really carefully around sweets.

[jamiedornaniseverything]

Dean ► Route (1.13)

[bcdtouch-a]

IT’S OKAY TO REPLY TO THREADS AND ASKS “LATE”.  THERE’S NO TIME LIMIT. 

Please DON’T stress yourself out thinking there is a time constraint on these things because there ISN’T.  Reply when you have muse, when you have time, when you’ve taken care of yourself!  But please don’t be afraid to take MONTHS to reply to something!  We all write at different paces!  We all have a life outside of rp!

Writing is a hobby!  It’s not a job, and you’re not obligated to reply to any one thread or ask for any reason!  

It’s okay if you forget about them or if you lose them, too!!  You’re HUMAN.  You’re not perfect, and no one should expect you to be!! 

THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO IS TAKE YOUR TIME.  Roleplaying is a hobby, and if you’re not having fun then it takes out all the joys and magical experiences that can be had!!  The relationships you can form between muses and the friends you can make as writers! 

Not feeling muse for one thread? that’s okay!! want to start another even though we already have 5 going on? THAT’S OKAY, TOO!!  Need to drop one? DON’T SWEAT IT!! YOU come FIRST.  As my rp partner, I want you to put yourself first above this site, above any relationships we’ve formed, any plots we’ve fleshed out! 

I want you to have FUN.  So PLEASE don’t stress! You’re okay, and there’s no such thing as replying ‘late’.  You reply on your own time.  The thread isn’t going anywhere! 

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. <3

[toastbutteregg]

meet “blueberry muffin”

[guilty-as-battery-charged-deact]

Fanfiction is becoming people’s primary form of entertainment right now because most media right now is so cheap, bland, recycled, and sponsored by people who love money more than the source material. Fanfiction is written for free by people who genuinely love what they’re writing about. That’s why it’s better. That’s why it’s more satisfying. Fanfiction is a home-cooked meal made for yourself and for your friends. Media today is junky fast food spoiled by too much grease and the knowledge that the people producing it are being criminally mistreated and underpaid. 

[the-strongest-decoy]

FANFICTION IS A HOME-COOKED MEAL

WOW. BRO.THAT’S. 

[spnwhenever]

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