burnt offering

Jessica Lee Moore rp blog associated with devilhillshq

[ofembers]

samwchster​:

“Yeah” he chuckles at the idea and part of the memory that led to it happening “If you ask Dean, he’ll probably tell you how proud he is of that. It’s kind of a highlight for him. We ended up on the FBI most wanted list, somehow, all while being chased by Lilith and all her demons. We were arrested and all her demons attacked at once, so the FBI agent got to see what we were dealing with and got us off the hook. Me and Dean are ‘dead’ on the records, thanks to him. Henriksen was a good guy.” Sam gives her the summarised version, of course, doesn’t mention for now how hard it was to fight all those demons or how things turned in the end, but it serves as a distraction to keep her mind off of what just happened and all the pain she might be in. 

“I’m still a terrible cook. Don’t be fooled by my healthy habits of salads and smoothies, it’s all because I can eat everything raw that way,” he jokes while using the cuff of his flannel shirt to gently wipe off the smudges of blood she got on her cheeks all the while making sure she doesn’t move too much or too hastily. He’d rather be the one in her position and she can probably tell from the way he looks at her, with both adoration and concern.

“Of course I will.” If he’s being honest, he’s glad she asked because he was wondering how to ask to stay and look after her like he wants to. He has a knack for looking and sounding too worried all the time and being overprotective. “In fact, I’m glad I won’t have to stay outside huddled somewhere, watching your window like a creep.” He says, not very embarrassed of his confession. He sets aside the kit because he’ll still need a few things from there after and kneels next to Jess. “Put your arm around my neck. I’ll carry you to the bathroom.” 

“That’s completely insane. -- Really sucks, how much you’ve had to live through.” She replied, sympathetically. She had no idea who Lilith was, but a hoard of demons didn’t sound inviting. She hadn’t been able to escape one, after all. “Can’t imagine how dumb you thought I was, afraid of the demons in exorcism movies.” True demons were a lot more functional and dastardly than the ones she had once been terrified of in horror movies that she used to love to watch, with friends, rather than Sam of course. Her mind was quickly distracted, however, wondering what people that knew her and Sam thought about him popping up on the FBI most wanted list. It made her want to check on her family closer than she had let herself for a few brief hours back when she had first escaped the demons.

“Maybe I’ll have to find time to cook for you sometime. Something simple, but mostly healthy. I remember how amazed you were by the taste of a nearly bland homecooked meal.” She had always assumed that it was because he hadn’t had a mother and moved around a lot with his father... but a bit of hunting showed her how easy it was to just grab something quick and greasy at the end of the night.

Chuckling at his admission, she rested her hand on his shoulder for a brief, fleeting moment. “You’re always welcome to... keep me company instead of hiding in the bushes outside.” An arched brow as he knelt beside her, she looked down at him with a puzzled look in her eyes. “You don’t... have to do that. Stomach puncture... I should be able to walk, right?” Being close to him really set her nerves into overdrive, which was something that she wasn’t used to. Even when she was trying to pursue him when they were first introduced, she’d hardly been nervous around him.

[ofembers]

samwchster​:

“Well, you always said I had ‘old people habits’ for keeping pictures in my wallet, but if I wasn’t old at heart, I wouldn’t even have those. I’m not sure if anything material even survived the fire, but I didn’t stay long to know either. I left town soon after the burial.” Despite the fact that she is now alive, the memories of those days are still very hard to go back to. He could hardly look her mother in the eyes without feeling the worst person in the world for being part of the reason why she lost her daughter. Plus, there was nothing for him there after what happened and going after what did all that was more important than anything. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry you had to deal with that Sam for so long, I praise your patience.” It’s sort of amusing to think about it, but he can’t fathom ‘living’ in a cycle for all eternity. “Heaven does suck, I can agree with that. Still beats the second option.” Fortunately, she was never at the ‘basement’ like Dean usually calls it and while the older Winchester had that experience, Sam would like to think he had it even worse.

Sam wants to consider the fact that Jessica has been alive for a couple of years now, but still not completely aware of everything that has happened. As far as he knows, the only things that are public knowledge are the fact that there was almost an apocalypse, that he went to hell and stayed in the cage with Lucifer for a while but came back. In fact, he’s heard it from other hunters that his hell ‘adventures’ are kind of legendary and stories are often told when hunters gather together. He’s not very comfortable with that, but he doesn’t care either, as long as they don’t ask him to use them to entertain the crowd.  She doesn’t know about the aftermath, nor about leviathans or purgatory and definitely is left out on the trials business. Asking if Sam is okay now, in his current situation, is like asking to be lied to, which he doesn’t want to have to do. 

He rubs his thumb through her cheek gently and shakes his head no, now with this lips pressed together, but still with a hint of a hidden smile. “I am very far from okay. I’m alive, and not too sure if that was a good thing or not because the world is broken again, but I’m planning on doing my best to fix it, I guess.” He pulls his hands from her face to pick up the items set aside from the previous testing, stashing them in his bag and securing the strap on his shoulder. “You’re right, we are in the eye of a storm here and I hate that you’re a hunter, but if I need to be practical, and I really do right now, you’re safer knowing how to hunt than not knowing what’s out there. We should probably get out of here, maybe talk about this whole thing. I mean, it’s your first apocalypse after all.” 

“Well, I can say that I am happy you’re an old soul or whatever they say. Though I’m sure having a picture of me didn’t help with the pain all that much.” Less than RoboSam had helped her, she would assume. It was strange, living day to day knowing the ins and outs of how life worked. It was the system she was raised to believe in, or at least it had been once upon a time. Now it was broken and overrun with monsters that nobody knew about. Instead the doubt in God came from disease and natural disasters as well as scientific advancements proving that Earth was a lot older than anyone could have previously imagined. 

The idea of reincarnation had once been a whimsical thing that she would sometimes fantasize about when discussing soulmates with her sister and cousins when they were younger. Of course, Jessica always had more dreams about her future than a husband and kids, but she still spent her fair amount of her young childhood dreaming about it. 

The demon in Brady had slowly shattered her view of the world in the hours before Sam returned home. Plenty of time had been spent in Heaven wondering about the what ifs. If she had been able to push past his walls about his family or his past, if she had asked him about how they always had so much salt in the apartment or the time she had found some lining the windowsill of the window nearest the fire escape a couple weeks before the fateful night. But she never wanted him to feel that any of it was his fault or  that he had failed her for not telling her about any of it. More than anything, she wished that he could have gotten out like he had wanted to.

“I’m happy to go anywhere. But I was on my way to getting some greasy food to chase off the rest of a hangover.” His words confirmed her suspicions that her dying had only been the beginning of his turmoil and it made her already uneasy stomach churn. At least he was as accepting as he could be about her being in the life he wanted so desperately to leave back then. “At least I have a good teacher to show me the ropes for handling an apocalypse. And seriously, I’m sure I’m not much of a help for whatever’s going on with you. But I’m willing to help in any way I can.”

[ofembers]

samwchster​:

It’s all so surreal, he thinks. There are definitely more questions than answers going through his mind, even if he tries to process everything she says. Eight years ago, Jess becoming a hunter wouldn’t be on his bingo card at all. In fact, the reason why Sam always kept to himself about monsters, about hunting, about his father and Dean, had been to keep her out of it. The kind of innocence one has when they don’t know about all the evil of the world is something he envies to this day. It’s not a secret to his brother and anyone that truly knows Sam, that he wished his father had never taken that innocence away but alas. Now he knows there was a bigger picture, he knows there was nothing he could do to stop the snowball of events that started with Jessica’s death. And yet, yes, he blames himself for it, although she is not the only one on his long list of regrets, despite being top of the list of his greatest hits.

Sam keeps in mind that her being there, alive, and him being able to hold her, is as close to a miracle as he is going to get in his life. Safe for him and Dean’s continuous cycle of dying and coming back to life, Sam is not used to good things happening without a price tag attached to them. There has always been a catch, a soul to sell, something evil being thrown into the world at the cost of one Winchester being brought back, but this time, he didn’t even ask. 

“I really thought that dreams and old pictures were the only way I’d ever see you again.” He doesn’t remember tightening his grip around her, but there is a fear that takes over him, as if he’s afraid he won’t be able to hold her again or maybe that something will come to drag her away again. Or maybe he just missed her that much; maybe he is just overwhelmed by the fact that she smells exactly how he remembers and how even if he is slightly taller and broader now, she still fits perfectly against him.

“You have no idea how much I missed you all these years.” He pulls away just enough to cup her petite face between his giant hands. His chest feels tight, he feels lightheaded, his eyes are watery and he feels like every emotion comes out pouring, without any filter whatsoever. He can’t help but smile at her. For the first time in weeks, he forgets about the world ending, his body shutting down and every evil creature running rampage around town. “You know, this is probably the first time in weeks I think it might have been a good idea to survive this mess” he’s referring to the incident from weeks before, but she has no way of knowing.

Her dreams had probably exhausted all ways for their reunion to play out, but she didn’t really feel prepared. As cliché as it was, she felt as though all of her nerves were on fire... wondering what this really meant for them but trying not to get her hopes up. She meant what she blurted out before they found their way to the alley. Jessica wasn’t going to expect anything from him and he did not owe her anything. If they ended up getting involved romantically again, it would be because they both wanted to. But the emotions flowing out of both of them would probably have anyone fooled. The love they shared wouldn’t go away with time or her death, but she worried it was also unrealistic to believe they would fall back together seamlessly.

“I’m happy you’ve had some pictures. And the in memoriam page my sister probably freakin’ turned my myspace into.” Her voice was a little breathy, but his tightened grip around her felt nice. For the first time in a very long time she felt safe and likely he could feel her body fully relax against his. “I guess I can’t truly imagine, but I can guess. I’ve missed a version of you that wouldn’t repeat the same words no matter what I said back to me.” Reliving memories in Heaven got old quickly when all she wanted to do was to tell him that she was okay and he couldn’t have ever known that Brady had been planning to kill her since they had met.

She couldn’t help but lean into his hands as they cupped her face, but his last sentence took her a bit off guard. “As in you weren’t okay... recently? Are you okay now?” Her hangover was all but forgotten, but she would probably suggest they at least get some coffee or something soon. Anything but stand talking in the middle of the alleyway. Now that they both knew the other was alive and the obvious abundance of monsters in town, she doubted it would be long before she was caught in the middle of someone’s plans against him.

Those weren’t worries for now though and she was fine with letting him steer the conversation, but she did have a lot to say and bits and pieces of it would probably be spilling out whenever her mind found a moment for it. “I know this isn’t really what you would want for me -- or what i would really want for myself. I mean -- I’ve always wanted to help people, but.. I guess it’s unlikely that I’ll be able to protect people from going through what the demon inside of Brady put me through... But I could at least save them from dying at the hands of monsters. The outlook isn’t so great here in Kansas, now, it seems.”

[ofembers]

samwchster​:

Sam feels like he knows her answer before she utters the words. Perhaps he still knows a bit of how she thinks even of the situation at hand is a first for the both of them. In their time together, all they had to deal with a few small cuts on Sam’s fingers from every time he tried to cook unsupervised. He still remembers her face whenever he retracted his fingers and would give her a ‘don’t say a thing’ look before she even had the time to roll her eyes. He finds it funny now, thinking about it, and knowing that she probably thought he would probably be the worst at handling any kind of sharp object.

He opens the first aid kit and takes out what he needs. Antiseptic, gauze bandage rolls, scissors; and from his own suture kit, thread and needle. He thinks it’s a weird world thy live in and a weird life they live when carrying suture tools is normal and something he uses quite frequently.

He can’t help the chuckle though. “Of course you’d be worried about lying to everyone,” he says “If I were you, I’d worry about how fast they’d jail me, thinking I stabbed you. Do you know how hard it would be to explain the FBI how a guy they think has been dead for five years is walking around?” He jokes about it now, but really, if it wasn’t for Henriksen, both him and Dean would still be on the list of the country’s most wanted.

There isn’t much time to worry about the blood on his hands or the fact that there is no gloves and no needle holder. He removes the blood-stained that covers the wound and sprays it with the antiseptic so he can clean it as much as he can before starting. He’s determined to be as gentle as he can, but he knows it’s not going to be easy for her and she knows it too, so he looks at the girl once more and gently caresses her cheek “This is going to hurt like hell, but I promise it’ll be over quick.” he reaches to the side, picking up one of the gauze rolls “Bite into this” he advises her before picking up the needle to start. And maybe it’s just him, but he thinks that stitching his own body himself is way easier than doing it to someone else, especially when he’s doing it in cold blood and will have to ignore the grunts of pain. The needle pieces the skin once; more blood comes out and he cleans it up again as he pulls the thread and then it pieces the skin again, again, again, until everything is connected and the gash is closed. Sam only ‘comes back’ from where his mind took him once he’s done and the sound of the scissors sniping the thread snaps him back into reality as well.

“Done.” he lets her know.

( I’m sorry )

The apology is there though, silent, in his eyes, and the way he looks at her, half-worried, half-waiting for her to let him know it’s fine.

“The FBI thinks you’re dead? For five years?” That made her more curious about what her family, their friends, thought about her death. Of course, Jessica knew next to nothing about what Sam had been through since she died in 2005 and she doubted that she would ever get to know the greater extent of it. Too much time had passed and she didn’t doubt there were things he never wanted to talk about again. Though, his grieving habits may have even changed considering he kept a lot of the issues with his family buried because he wanted out of hunting so desperately. 

It’s been over a week since they met again in the diner and she was able to convince him that it was really her, but time hasn’t yet eased the electric feeling she gets whenever he touched her or their eyes met for prolonged periods of time. It filled her with a nervousness that she rarely remembered feeling before she had died apart from the first time with a boy in high school jitters. Now, though? So much is still up in the air between them and the time she had spent wondering if who they were now would still love each other weighed on her. Not like an apocalyptic onslaught of monsters left much time for romance, anyway.

Heart beating fast, partially because of him and largely because of what was about to happen, she nods with a timid smile that didn’t reach her eyes. When he starts, she obliges and bites down onto the gauze. She wasn’t queasy by any means, but her eyes focus on a stain of blood on his undershirt in hopes that not looking at it would somehow make it hurt less. While he worked, she tried to keep her groans and screams of pain to a minimum, but of course some slipped out. Muffled enough that the front desk wouldn’t get complaints like they usually did about her nightmares when they saturated her dreams. When he pulled back, she wiped at the tears that had fallen on her face, the blood she had forgotten about on her hands smearing across her cheeks instead. 

Chuckling to herself, she decides that was a sign to break up the tension with some humor. “Can’t help me cut up vegetables, but pretty good at sewing my stomach together.” A half-hearted teasing smile. She thought it was endearing, back then, whenever he tried to help cook or that one disastrous time he had tried to cook for her. Had that changed? 

However, she wasn’t about to let herself dwell on what all that she knew of Sam that simply wasn’t true anymore. “I -- should probably get a shower before I end up accidentally blood in my eye. -- Will you -- stick around?” She really wasn’t looking forward to being alone tonight, but she wasn’t ready to say that quite yet.

[paavchekov]

10 of ∞ pictures of adrianne palicki.

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samwchster​:

“You’re a hunter now” he blurts out. he’s not sure if it’s an affirmation or a question based on his tone alone. In a way, he may as well just be spewing out whatever comes to mind before his brain can process it. It’s a weird exercise, trying to think straight and make sense of what she is saying so he can put 1 and 1 together.  

In more ways than one, it’s stupid that he can’t wrap his head around her being there, but he supposes he’s too used to good things being fleeting and right now, Jessica being there seems like a lucid dream or simply one of the many situations where he’s be wondering if what he was seeing was real or not. He chooses to go with door number two yet again and carry the belief that this is, in fact, real. Does he know how to feel about Jess knowing about what goes bump in the night? Not exactly. However, if he considers everything as she tells it, it makes sense. Sam went back to hunting because of his dad’s disappearance, but continued because he wanted to avenge her death. Too bad the world kept almost ending after that.

He furrows his eyebrows when she states the timeline on the story, allowing his brain to rumage through his own memories to go back eight years before. Alright, he’s with her and he nods as she continues. Sam remembers the countless hours at the library, the empty cups of coffee pilled up next to his computer as he tried to burn through the hours. Sam’s healthy habits started and finished with food and exercise, when it came to resting and not pushing himself too far when he had a goal to achieve, balance was thrown out the window. She’d be proud to know that when it comes to the second part, nothing has changed. 

“Why do you think I insisted on you going to sleep first when we got back to the dorm? It wasn’t just the sharp stomach pain, that’s for sure.” he admits with a chuckle. how in the world, did she think of that story out of anything she could have used is beyond him, but also very much on brand, so consider him legitimately scared now. “I was still trying to fool you into thinking I was perfect, just in case you’d regret saying yes to date me.” he adds, recalling how he tried to be the best version of himself for her no matter what, despite their early fights, despite the frustration she felt when he kept his family almost a secret or the way he always changed subject whenever she wanted to know more. Sam never wanted to drag her into his messy family matters nor to his past and unwillingly, he did worse. “Bet you wish you’d kept your receipt on that one.”  he gives her a defeated smile, half trying to make her smile, half wanting her to cuss at him for the stupid remark.

Sam leans slightly against the brick wall, fumbling a little with his hands and what to do with them or himself for that matter, but he presses his thumb against his palm for a moment before he realizes he has to stop pretending he has any control over his emotions at the moment. There is nothing but sad puppy-eyes and an uncertain smile  — a contradiction on its own  — before he steps forward, towards Jessica. Sam’s guard is down, his arms envelop her into an embrace and it feels real, different from all the dreams where he could only hope before he’d wake up. 

“I mean... I’m trying to be. After I got away from the demons I wasn’t sure what else to do. I couldn’t just pick a random town and pick up a new identity and figure out a life I wanted to live. Not without my family.” Or him, but she wasn’t going to say that. She had checked up on her parents and sister a couple of times, but she had stopped because it hurt and she also hoped that without her lingering around nothing would try to use them to get something out of her. Of course, being left alone she had assumed that Sam was still dead and without him she didn’t mean much of anything to any monsters.

“I focused on self defense and how to get out of being tied up for a while. Stick to an area for a bit to get cash, waitressing or bartending.” From talking to a few of the other hunters that had come to town and the one or two she had met, credit cards and hustling seemed to be the status quo. She wouldn’t know where to begin with credit cards and she wasn’t very good at pool, so her options were limited there. 

A chuckle at his reaction to the story that she had chosen. It was the first random yet memorable moment they’d shared that came to mind. “I still feel bad about it, by the way. But the food I brought you tearing up your GI tract wouldn’t have scared me away, even in the beginning when I was trying to get the mysterious tall kid to decide I was the pick of the lot in all of Stanford.” Before Brady had introduced them, Jessica had asked about him a couple of times. She had seen them around campus together and she had been friendly with Brady seemingly before the demon took over at least. 

Luckily for him, he was standing far enough away from her that she couldn’t shove his shoulder with that remark about her wishing that she kept her receipt. “I wouldn’t change a thing about my time at Stanford. Especially anything concerning you. It wasn’t your fault, no matter how much I know you think it is.” She wouldn’t let his guilt become a point of contention between them because she understood where it came from, but she also wished that she could find the right thing to say to help him see that there was nothing he could have done. 

 A wave of nerves shot through her when he stepped toward her, but before she knew it his arms were enveloping her. A body that she really didn’t recognize pressed up close to her, but the second he was close she felt safe with a strong urge to completely melt into him and let go of all of everything she had been through in the last couple of years. Her arms find her way around his shoulders, her cheek pressing against his neck as she tried desperately to hold herself together. “It’s nice to see you... The real you instead of RoboSam in Heaven.”

[ofembers]

samwchster​:

He never had the time to think about the words he would never want to say to her, but that sentence just a few seconds ago, was incredibly close to his list of worsts. Then again, living to see Jess hunting wasn’t on his to-do list either if he thinks about how things were, eight years ago. And yet, there they were. Jess was alive and a hunter now and he was  — still the same. In fact, Sam suspects he will never be anything else, not as long as there is something out there.

He’s taken her back to her room but only because she insisted. If it was him calling the shots, he would have taken her to the bunker, simply because it’s safer there than anywhere else in town. But then he imagines Dean watching him barge in with a “dead” girl and how long it would take for his brother to stop throwing salt at her to make sure she wasn’t a demon or worse. Sam comes back with the aid kit moments later. A small box found behind the sink plus his bag because if there’s something that Sam is, is prepared. He kneels beside the girl and shows her a concerned smile  — but a smile nonetheless. Inside, he’s frantic, but he doesn’t need to let her know that. “Yeah, I know,” he responds to her statement, placing a hand over hers so he can lift the bloody shirt off the wound and inspect the depth. It’s not an insanely big gash, but it’s deep. Sam lowers her hands back onto the wound, pressing against hers “The bleeding is not stopping and I don’t think it will unless I stitch it. The cut is not too big, but it’s deep enough to be concerning. Listen, Jess, if you want to go to the medical center, I can take you there; I’ll carry you all the way there, but I don’t think it’s your best option.  I have everything here to patch you up, but there’s not much to numb the area and make it painless during the process.”

“Whatever you need to do, I can handle it. I’d rather not have to deal with lying to everyone at the hospital.” She wasn’t really sure if she could handle it, but she would do everything in her power to make sure she didn’t show it. Later, she would reflect on this and apologize to Sam for all of the times that she was upset with him for hiding his past from her. Of course, it had been close to a decade since they had last seen each other but something told her that he knew how to do stitches before he made his way to Stanford.

She was scared, but if he could stop the bleeding here it would save both of them a lot of headaches even if that meant that she would inevitably show him more weakness. “I thought I had it.” An apology still at the forefront of her mind, but she knew that him being witness to it put her in a better spot than if she had been alone.

The likelihood that he was panicking was fairly high, but he wasn’t showing much of it. His hand on hers was enough to take a bit of an edge off of her own fears, but the pain was getting to her and she knew it was only going to get worse. “I’m going to be fine, though, because you’re here.” She offered the best sort of return reassuring smile back to him that she could muster. That was a fact that she believed, regardless of any of the circumstances in the town. Her dying had nothing to do with his ability to protect her or her ability to protect herself, now that she knew about monsters and how to kill some of them.

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Unus Annus Sentence Starters

In celebration of the end.

Memento Mori.

Feel free to change them around should it be required.

“ Math was never my strong suit, nor was anything else. ”

“ We live our lives taking each second for granted. ”

“ What would you do if you knew how much time you had left? ”

“ God help any woman you ever finger. ”

“ Well I’m going for the record, baby! ”

“ They’re a good colour on you. ”

“ Does this please you? ”

“ I don’t want to be a burden to anybody when I die. ”

“ How come you never give me gifts? ”

“ Life’s too short to not try new things. Don’t let opportunities slip you by. Grab it by the tail and bite its head off. ”

“ That’s not up to us, is it? ”

“ Making something more complicated doesn’t make it any better. ”

“ It wasn’t what we planned for, necessarily, but is life ever what people planned for it to be? ”

“ A year seems like such a long time, but if you’re not paying attention, days can seem like seconds. ”

“ I don’t know why but I just get happier and happier every time you’re in pain. ”

“ Don’t tell [Name]! ”

“ Hey, this is a family friendly place. Watch your fucking language. ”

“ That’s not funny. ”

“ I thought it was funny. ”

“ My mother told me she loved me every day. ”

“ Death is not different from life. It’s just one end of the bookshelf. ”

“ Well I get to spend every day with you, [Name]! What could I ask for other than that? ”

“ I am mad every time I hear your voice. ”

“ Ex-fucking-scuse me? ”

“ Words can’t explain what this means to me. ”

“ I’m the one that’s supposed to be getting drunk. ”

“ All we are are walking bags of memories. ”

“ Make the best you can, while you can. ”

“ This was my magnum opus of ideas! ”

“ One year. That was the deal. ”

“ Do you feel close to god? ”

“ I know it’s tough being you. ”

“ I’m embarrassing myself! I’m embarrassing myself in front of the whole wide world! ”

“ Eventually, we’ll be the only people to remember it. ”

“ I just need some more fucking time. ”

“ It’s gonna be gone. ”

“ Time always seems to move faster when it’s running out. ”

“ What is a graveyard other than humanity’s hall of fame ? ”

[littlelovelymemes]

(   *   &.   –   SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS .

‘  an old person, huh? in a hospital? phew, better call the coast guard.  ’

‘  between you and me, it’s freakin’ comfortable. it’s like i’m wrapped in hugs.  ’

‘  don’t make me lick your damn face.  ’

‘  don’t you remember? we’re married.  ’

‘  drive picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.  ’

‘  family don’t end with blood.  ’

‘  for us every day is halloween.  ’

‘  gun. mouth. now.  ’

‘  here ghosty ghosty ghosty. come out, come out wherever you care.  ’

‘  hey! ass butt!  ’

‘  i can’t do it without you.  ’

‘  i can’t do this alone.  ’

‘  i could go into detail, but i’m not going to.  ’

‘  i don’t care that i don’t care.  ’

‘  i found a liquor store and i drank it.  ’

‘  i got to say, you, uh… you don’t suck.  ’

‘  i lost my shoe.  ’

‘  i never lied. that’s important. it’s fundamental.  ’

‘  i started a blog. mostly just pictures of cats, they’re so cute.  ’

‘  i think the fourth kind is a butt thing.  ’

‘  i want to know what you are.  ’

‘  i wasn’t supposed to play favorites, but you were mine.  ’

‘  i will keep fighting. i’ll keep swinging until i got nothing left.  ’

‘  if it’s any consolation, i think you’re a truly awful person.  ’

‘  inside, you’re already dead.  ’

‘  it’s just an interesting observation. in a, you know, observationally interesting way.  ’

‘  i’ll pay you money if you sit still.  ’

‘  i’m in pain, that’s how i’m doing.  ’

‘  i’m proud of us.  ’

‘  maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie cause the think it sucks. cause, i mean, it kinda sucks.  ’

‘  maybe you should try ‘plan d’ for ‘dumbass’.  ’

‘  no matter what you hear or what you see… promise me you won’t get out of bed.  ’

‘  no one in the history of torture has been tortured with the torture like the torture you’ll be tortured with.  ’

‘  screw consciousness. that’s what i say.  ’

‘  so what, our home’s not good enough for the ‘hang in there, kitty’ poster?  ’

‘  son of a bitch.  ’

‘  sure, humans are weak and they cheat and steal and destroy and disappoint. but they also give and create, and they sing and dance and love. and above all, they never give up.  ’

‘  the human soul is not a rubber ball. it’s vulnerable, impermanent, but stronger than you know. and more valuable than you can imagine.  ’

‘  there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you.  ’

‘  they are better than us. damn right they’re flawed, but a lot of ‘em try. to do better, to forgive.  ’

‘  they say you can’t protect your loved ones forever. well, i say screw that. what else is family for?  ’

‘  too many things are things.  ’

‘  we didn’t lie. we just avoided certain truths to manipulate you.  ’

‘  well, boohoo. i’m so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess.  ’

‘  we’re far from perfect, but we are good.  ’

‘  we’re the ones you should be afraid of.  ’

‘  what happens when you’ve decided i can’t be trusted? …again?  ’

‘  when you betray us, i’ll be the one to carve your heart out.  ’

‘  who cares where happiness comes from? look, we’re all a little weird, we’re all a little wacky – some more than others – but… if it works, it works.  ’

‘  you are a great big bag of dicks.  ’

‘  you brave little soldier. i acknowledge your pain.  ’

‘  you don’t have to be ruled by fate. you can choose freedom.  ’

‘  you explain to me… tell me why you abandoned me.  ’

‘  you have a guinea pig? …where?  ’

‘  you know who does that? crazy people! we are insane.  ’

‘  you know who spies on people? spies!  ’

‘  you, me? we deserve to be loved. i deserve to be loved! i just want to be loved.  ’

‘  you’re all duct tape and safety pins inside.  ’

‘  you’re bossy… and short.  ’

‘  you’re too precious for this world.  ’

[ofembers]

@maxbxnes​ asked: thanks for saving my ass. for meme weekend

      ❝ anytime i’m in the area and you need it, i’ll be there. i’m sure you would do the same. ❞ she smiled, truthfully on a high of being able to bust in and actually help somebody else. there was something utterly appealing to her about feeling like a badass rather than the girl that had no chance against a demon. later, she would probably try to remind herself that she shouldn’t let any successes get to her head, but for now she was flying high on the success. 

     ❝ one can only hope that we get enough of us around that we can have surprise backup when we need it. ❞ with as many monsters as it was made obvious lurked the streets, there had to be more and more hunters flooding to the area as time went on. she would have to try to keep spreading the word at the bar, collecting numbers and putting people in contact with others. maybe hunters were more of the solitary type, but they needed to at least network if they wanted any chance at this and jessica was too social and type a to not try and take the reigns. 

[ofembers]

@samwchster​ asked:  my life’s always in danger.  for meme weekend

            ❝ i know. i spent years in heaven wondering how i got there and how i wasn’t getting kicked out because i was so angry that god sits by while people get killed by all of these monsters. that you weren’t allowed to have the life you want at the expense of my life only used to light up a rage for vengeance in you. ❞ it hurt to know that on top of all of the terrible things that happened that everyone knew about, all of this was lurking under the surface as well. she didn’t think that she should get better treatment than anyone else, but how could the god she had believed in let all of these terrible things happen to people like sam and people like her?

          how was it only the humans that had lost someone to monsters be the only ones trying to rid the world of them? it made her sick to know her mom was probably out there praying to a god that clearly didn’t care what happened to anyone. plus, the design of heaven was kind of disappointing, would she really have never seen sam or her parents or anybody when they made it there?  ❝ but now that i came here where all of these monsters are... anything that didn’t know that i was a live does now. that puts me in constant danger too. ❞

[ofembers]

@samwchster asked:  [TEXT] Did you make it home safely? for meme weekend

[text] I wouldn’t call it a home, but, yeah I’m in my room. [text] You should get some sleep, instead of staying up worrying about me

[ofembers]

@maxbxnes​ asked:  “Everything is going to be okay. Just hang in there.”  from last meme weekend

            ❝ i know. it’s gotta be. ❞  after surviving being brought back and held by demons that quickly lost their chance to give her as a gift to literal satan and then learning how to hunt mostly on her own, she didn’t want to go down so easily in the middle of an all hands on deck situation. she knew how to fight and how to protect herself, which was half of the battle. getting more experience so she didn’t end up with a cut or a bruise or worse every time she tried to kill something hopefully wasn’t asking for too much. 

           ❝ thanks for your help. i’ sure it would be more than a few scrapes if it weren’t for you. think i’m going to head back to my motel room, finish off the bottle of vodka there so i can get some sleep tonight. ❞

[ofembers]

@samwchster​ asked:  “Press that against the wound, I’m going to get the med kit.” from last meme weekend

         she took the shirt and pressed it against her stomach while she tried to ignore the slick feeling of blood against her fingers. terrified, she did her best to keep her composure. of course, she had gotten injuries as she learned to hunt, it was inevitable when going up against things that were already at least twice as strong as herself. but nothing like this -- and for sam to be there when it happened made her feel like crap. it probably brought back all of the memories of not being able to save her and she didn’t want him freaking out on her behalf.  ❝ i-it’s really bleeding. ❞

         despite her best efforts, her fear was evident in her words. the blonde could be tooting her own horn a bit, but she thought she had some natural talent for this. of course, she had went after things less dangerous than a lot of the creatures apparently wandering the streets here especially in the beginning. this fuck-up could be enough to convince sam that she wasn’t cut out for this and she didn’t really want him to tell her to go live a normal life. in her mind, she could never do that and she didn’t want to be anywhere else but here. she wanted him to know that she was stronger than the girl that didn’t have a fighting chance back in 2005.

[ofembers]

@samwchster​ asked:  ❝ I stayed here and got older, while you went off and stayed the same. ❞ from last meme weekend

             ❝ yeah. i gotta say -- i almost didn’t recognize you in the diner. i like the hair, though, there was something charming about the bangs. ❞ the hair and the aging were only part of it. he was more broad and muscular from years of hunting, rather than the years hunkered down in the library with books back at stanford.  ❝ even after all that time of staring at robo sam’s face in heaven. wishing i didn’t know all the words he was going to say next. ❞ pursing her lips, she instantly regreted saying that. it was hard, being around him, easily forgetting that neither of them were the same person from back then anymore. 

         ❝ and i’m basically a blast from the past, with a couple years tacked on. ❞ she also wished that she had known he hadn’t been dead for that time, but with the nightmares and fears of being used against him she couldn’t exactly say that she would have sought him out. and she wouldn’t have even known where to begin in finding him, it wasn’t like she would have remembered his phone number if he had even kept the phone he used at stanford. all of this left her still tiptoeing around him, hoping that she would somehow figure out how they could make it through without either of them hurting. 

[creepyinbox]

tv meme / person of interest  content warning for death.

we’re not living. we’re surviving.

whose guardian angel are you this time?

don’t be a hero.    

people who say they have nothing to hide almost always do.  

you can end me all you want. right after your nap.     

best we can hope to do while we’re here is protect those closest to us. 

thanks for saving my ass.

while you may not be scared about what could happen to you the next time, other people are. people who care for you.

hang on, kiddo. i’m coming for ya.

run for your life.

i got bored sitting in the car.  

fugitives can’t be choosers.

we walk in the dark. doesn’t mean we have to walk in it alone. 

alright, you’re being weird.

do you want to talk about that? i really think you want to talk about that.

safety first.

my life’s always in danger.  

you were my safe place.

how much more do you really want to know?  

only the paranoid survive.

when that person is taken from you, what do you become then?

be careful. compassion and loyalty make people weak; easy to exploit.

now that you’re not going to die, we can have a little chat. 

silly me. brought a knife to a gunfight.  

that means yes. tell me.

guess the young lion is looking to be king.

if you really need a mystery, i recommend the human heart.

and you know what? it’s not a question of if, but when.

not a very friendly homecoming.  

how badly did you have to break it to make it care about people so much? 

you can’t make something right by doing something wrong.

i don’t need protection, okay? i do the protecting.  

it’s not that you don’t have feelings. it’s just like the volume is turned way down. like the sound of an old tape. the voices are there. you just have to listen. 

this might be the first time i feel like i belong.

i’m worried about the mission.

this isn’t personal. it’s just that you keep hurting people. and i don’t like when people get hurt.  

i guess, there are things i care about here.

i’m doing all of this to save you.

if you wanna die, okay. but die for something that you love.  

we shouldn’t throw caution to the wind.

that’s the problem with humans. they just sit around, hoping that someone will fix things. but no one will. no one cares. the universe is infinite and chaotic and cold. and there has never been a plan. at least not till now. 

i’m angry that you have people that you can love.      

we have free will, and with that comes great responsibility. and sometimes great loss.  

hey, there is no “dead” in team. so instead of going all charles bronson on me, let me clear the way.

you didn’t give us a name.

i’ve already lost a friend. i don’t intend to lose another. not tonight. 

where does a man hide when a god wants him dead?

don’t worry. i’m really good at this game. 

always trying to be the hero, huh?

i’ll come find you. bring you back.

[starprompt]

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS.

These can be quite fun when you don’t want a full fledged thread, but instead something shorter or different. Enjoy!

[TEXT] Are you drunk?

[TEXT] Are you free tonight?

[TEXT] Are you fucking kidding me?

[TEXT] Are you high?

[TEXT] Are you ignoring me?

[TEXT] Are you okay?

[TEXT] Are you up?

[TEXT] Can I ask you a question?

[TEXT] Can I borrow $20?

[TEXT] Can we talk about this later?

[TEXT] Can we talk?

[TEXT] Can you come pick me up?

[TEXT] Can you do me a favor?

[TEXT] Come over.

[TEXT] Delete my number.

[TEXT] Did you make it home safely?

[TEXT] Did you sleep together?

[TEXT] Do you ever wonder what it’d be like if we were still together?

[TEXT] Good morning, sunshine!

[TEXT] Goodnight.

[TEXT] Hey! Long time no talk.

[TEXT] I can tell that you’re lying, even over text.

[TEXT] I just woke up.

[TEXT] I know everything.

[TEXT] I know it’s late, but come over.

[TEXT] I love you.

[TEXT] I mean, if we’re both single…

[TEXT] I miss you.

[TEXT] I wish you were here.

[TEXT] I’m busy. Bye.

[TEXT] I’m so bored.

[TEXT] Leave me alone.

[TEXT] Let’s talk about this when we’re both sober. Goodnight.

[TEXT] Pick you up at 7?

[TEXT] Send a picture.

[TEXT] Shut the fuck up.

[TEXT] Sorry, that was not meant for you!

[TEXT] Sorry, whose number is this?

[TEXT] Stay away from me.

[TEXT] Stop blowing up my phone!

[TEXT] Text me when you get home.

[TEXT] Wake up!

[TEXT] Want to get a drink sometime?

[TEXT] Want to hook up?

[TEXT] What do you want?

[TEXT] Where are you? You said you’d be here 30 minutes ago.

[TEXT] Who gave you my number?

[TEXT] Why are you still awake?

[TEXT] Will you stop calling me?

[TEXT] Without me? ;)

[TEXT] You can’t hide from me!

[TEXT] You take a long time to reply.

[TEXT] You’re cute.

[TEXT] You’re gorgeous.