jemima’s faceclaims:
main - eliza taylor
younger - sabrina carpenter
older - claire holt
alt 01 - britt robertson
alt 02 - shailene woodley

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@knwsdeath-a
jemima’s faceclaims:
main - eliza taylor
younger - sabrina carpenter
older - claire holt
alt 01 - britt robertson
alt 02 - shailene woodley
No, no, no. No, she’s dying.
headcanon 03 : older life
as jemima grew up, she began to save as much money as possible. she was twenty-five when she gave up hunting, and demon slaying. she kissed that life goodbye, realising that it was time to heal instead of cling to the past, to allow herself to grieve her families death instead of resent them for leaving her in a world she clearly did not thrive in. from her saved up money, jemime rebuilt and reopened the roadhouse for traveling hunters and old friends. she became the bartender of the tavern, but that didn’t mean she had gone soft. she could and would kick you out on your arse if you caused trouble in her establishment. on the wall hangs several pictures of william, ellen, jo, bobby, dean, sam and other friends and fellow hunters she had met across the time and befriended.
guess who has returned. it is i, hello buttfucks ( i missed you all )
i’ve been sat on youtube watching old vines for the past two hours because i’m sad wow
She’s an old flame.
stop dismissing disabled female ocs
stop dismissing female woc ocs stop dismissing transwomen ocs
stop dismissing women ocs with mental health issues STOP DISMISSING FEMALE OCS
* watership down
watership down is a novel by richard adams.
‘ by yourself, alone? ’
‘ you can’t. you’d die. ’
‘ i’ll look after you. ’
‘ i think that’s something we can only wait for. ’
‘ what do you think of that? ’
‘ you need a rest. ’
‘ i’ll tell you all about it later on. ’
‘ you hurt? ’
‘ they didn’t want to disturb you. ’
‘ just let me look after you for a bit. ’
‘ are you all right? ’
‘ how did you get that wound? ’
‘ can you hear me? ’
‘ i don’t blame you. ’
‘ you haven’t got to. ’
‘ if you are not careful, people will begin to trust you. ’
‘ i can’t trust anyone else, but you’ll come with me, won’t you? ’
‘ can we trust you? ’
‘ i don’t like this story. i know i’m not brave – ’
‘ let me go! let me go! ’
‘ why did you cry like that, if you were all right? ’
‘ you’re all alone, sharp and clear, like a dead branch against the sky. ’
‘ come down there: we can talk more easily. ’
‘ you can see the whole world. ’
‘ the funny thing is that you feel terrified to stay and i feel terrified to go. ’
‘ there’s nothing to be afraid of. ’
‘ there’s nothing to worry about. ’
‘ i don’t want to go. ’
‘ i feel very sad. ’
‘ he seems quite at home with you. ’
‘ where do you come from? ’
‘ does the thunder worry you? ’
‘ are you sure? ’
‘ and if that’s not meeting your fears halfway, then i don’t know what is. ’
‘ why can’t we go home? ’
‘ do you really think we will? ’
‘ what’s your idea, then? ’
‘ why’s he called that? ’
‘ he’ll remember that. ’
‘ that is the test of your belief. ’
‘ well, i thought, this sounds hopeful. ’
‘ couldn’t wake him up. ’
‘ how can we find them? ’
‘ are you trying to make me angry? ’
‘ how can we find them? ’
‘ do you know he was out all night in the rain? ’
‘ can we go back to sleep now? ’
‘ we can’t fight them. ’
‘ let’s hear the rest of the story. ’
‘ i hope you understand. ’
‘ have a look outside and you’ll see why. ’
‘ i’m not going to get angry because you call me stupid names. ’
‘ what’s the alternative? ’
‘ it doesn’t matter where. ’
‘ just you and i? ’
‘ but what else is there to hope for? ’
‘ it’s all forgotten. ’
‘ then all the rest follows. ’
‘ it’s no good. ’
‘ run! ’
‘ piss off! ’
‘ bad place. ’
‘ yes, yes, all friends. ’
‘ i don’t know what it is. ’
‘ you can hide there and i’ll join you. ’
‘ come on, hurry up. ’
‘ they’re all mad, you know. ’
‘ blame you? blame you for what? ’
‘ unless you feel it isn’t safe? ’
‘ no, it’s safe enough. ’
‘ it must be something very bad. ’
‘ we’ve all got to stop running one day, you know. ’
the death of a demon never got old for jemima. killing creatures that could cause harm to those surrounding her had become her main priority. if it weren’t for the demon meg and her dumb hell hounds, her mother and sister would both still be alive. eyes narrow as she watches the life fade from the vessels eyes - collateral damage was damage worth making for the good of humanity. the vessel lays limp at her feet, drenched in blood from the torture she had put it through a few moments previous - she liked the make them beg for their sweet release. pulling blade from chest, cloth is pulled from back pocket, wiping the sticky blood from it almost too casually. she doesn’t hear the other approach, if they approached at all, ❝ . . . the fuck are you ? ❞ / @connectedfaith
one thing jemima hates the most is people asking is she’s okay after jo and ellen’s death. it’s very obvious she isn’t but she won’t ever admit it or seek help
foot collides with the bed frame, jolting the wood under the mattress in the hopes of waking sleeping beauty up, ❝ oi, shit for brains. ❞ she’s standing at the end of the bed, arms crossed over her chest as she stares down at the older male. motel window ajar from her entry, small breeze casting smells of downtown into the room. she thought he’d stay in better places, but she was obviously wrong, ❝ i got you breakfast. ❞ head tilts towards the pie and coffee that lays upon the paper covered table. / @endfault
concerned meme
“ are you okay? ”
“ you don’t look so good ”
“ sit down, you look faint ”
“ have you eaten today? ”
“ please, just rest for a minute please ”
“ i’m worried about you ”
“ what the hell happened? ”
“ did someone do this to you? ”
“ what’s wrong? ”
“ how long has this been going on? ”
“ why didn’t you tell me? ”
“ i can’t not care about you ”
“ don’t tell me you’re fine. this is not fine ”
❝ why are you hesitating ? ❞ voice is a strangled shout as she nears the other. before them lays a small girl, bound by silver chains, surrounded by salt. her eyes wide and brown, her bottom lip jutting over her top one and her nightgown white as snow : she couldn’t be more than seven years old, ❝ put the damn bullet in her head, for fuck sake. ❞ she’d entrusted this kill onto him, he wanted it and who was she to deny what he wanted ? but now she wasn’t so sure. there’s a growl in her stomach, an impulse that needed to be fed, but she waits, ❝ helo. fucking kill her. ❞ / @waldenborn
papers scatter the motel room floor, blonde hair falling lazily over tired features. the silence within the room could be cut with a knife, both figures concentrating on their own research. personally, jemima was still seething from her argument with dean a mere twenty minutes ago, an argument he had shortly left soon after. she hears the smack of the younger winchester’s lips, readying himself for some sort of conversation, ❝ don’t even think about it. ❞ she mutters, flicking through the pages of the book in her lap, ❝ you may be older than me but it doesn’t mean i have to listen to you. ❞ / @lightcreators