freak with a knife collection

"I was still in pigtails when my dad died, but I remember him coming home from a hunt. He'd burst through that door like, like Steve McQueen or something. And he'd sweep me up in his arms, and I'd breathe in that old leather jacket of his. And my mom, who was sour and pissed from the minute he left, she started smiling again. And we were...we were a family. You wanna know why I want to do the job? For him. It's my way of being close to him."

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call || Jo and Bobby

Bobby: Amen ta that. I'll see ya then.

Jo Harvelle: Alright, Uncle Bobby. [hangs up]

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call || Jo and Bobby

Bobby: I haven't seen any cold beers while I been here. I don't know what the hell they're thinkin'. Anyhow, I'll be there with something good.

Jo Harvelle: Pretty sure this is why America had a revolution in the first place. To hell with taxes, warm beer is a crime. I'll see you soon.

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call || Jo and Bobby

Bobby: Sounds good. No point in waiting for the next apocalypse to start before we get this party going. Gimme the address and I'll be sure ta pick up somethin' on the way there.

Jo Harvelle: My kingdom if you can find cold beers. This country's a weird place. I'll text you the address.

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call || Jo and Bobby

Bobby: How could I pass up drinkin' ta that? Hell yeah, I'm in. When do the festivities start?

Jo Harvelle: Hell if I know. Dean was going to call his angel friend, then they were heading my way. So, sooner than later?

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call || Jo and Bobby

Bobby: Hey. Mornin', I think. I guess I can let ya slide this once since yer so nice about it. I'm fine. How are you?

Jo Harvelle: About to deal with an invasion of Winchesters is how I am. Apparently we're having a 'hooray, none of us are dead' shindig. You want in?

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call || Jo and Bobby

Bobby was sleeping until he heard the phone. He was glad he'd left his phone beside his bed because he had no interest in moving at the moment. He didn't bother opening his eyes before he flipped it open.

Bobby: What do you want?

Jo Harvelle: And hello to you too, old man. Can't a girl call to make sure her friend's in one piece after an exciting few days?

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call || Jo and Bobby

Jo took a few minutes to get completely awake after she hung up with Dean. Once she'd collected herself, she picked up the phone to call Bobby like she'd offered.

Jo Harvelle: [waits while the phone rings]

[dapurinthos]

How to wear a knife strapped to your thigh with a garter like a fucking lady while managing not to slice yourself open because you were fool enough to carry an unsheathed weapon next to a squishy part of your body that moves when you walk.

Get a garter from somewhere; this one is a sock garter from Sock Dreams, which means it’s made to stay the fuck up there.

Get a fucking sheath for those sharp, pointy things and put them in the sheath. There’ll be a velcro loop at the top so that they won’t slide out if you hold the sheath upside down.

Put the garter through the loop at the top meant for whatever you’re using to attach it to yourself. Attach it to yourself, adjusting for ease of grabbing. You don’t want to put it on your inner thigh because that is awkward as hell to get out. The only way you’d be able to get it out in a timely manner is if you attached the sheath upside down, at which point you’d need two garters to keep the sheath from tilting inward toward your other thigh.

Oh no, now the sheath is hanging loosely and is going to make a weird pattern against your clothing. Tuck that shit into your stockings if you’re wearing them, or use another garter if you’re not.

Pull your pencil skirt back down over the knife sheath. Adjust accordingly due to tightness of skirt and shape of sheath. Make sure you can get at it as quick as you want.

People look at you really strangely if this is the knife you pull out when you want to cut your apple up.

[jessica-messica]

Vital Information for your Everyday Life.

[foolish-arachne]

Excellent for the villain(ess) who’s prepared for everything.

[whowasntthere-deactivated202106]

I’ll also take a second to plug Aquatic Knives. Not only are they designed for quick ease of use, lightweight and waterproof, but they also usually come with rubber adjustable double-thigh-or-mid-calf sheath straps. I have one like this:

And the button on the top of the sheath means that it can be pulled out for quick use by pressing down on it, but it will stay rigidly in place otherwise. Aquatic knives are also a great knife to own because they’re almost always designed for wet conditions, which means that even if you have sweaty palms you’ll be sure to have excellent grip.

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call: Dean and Jo

Dean Winchester: I hope you're funnier when I'm drunk. See you soon, Jo.

Jo Harvelle: I'm hilarious and you know it. Later, Dean.

Jo Harvelle: [hangs up]

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call: Dean and Jo

Dean Winchester: Yeah, thanks. He does have a name, you know.

Jo Harvelle: Yeah, I know. But this way's more fun. You remember fun, right? That thing you have time to do when you're not saving the world?

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call: Dean and Jo

Dean Winchester: I wouldn't worry about him, he'll probably just pass out. You wanna host this thing?

Jo Harvelle: Yeah sure, my shitty hotel room's probably cleaner than yours. I'll text you the address. Don't have a number for your angel, but you want me to call Bobby?

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call: Dean and Jo

Dean Winchester: If this goes terribly wrong, I'm blaming it on you.

Jo Harvelle: Please, there's nothing wrong with some friends having a few bottles of good scotch. Not gonna be any problems, unless the Jolly Green Winchester Giant's a rowdier drunk than I remember.

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call: Dean and Jo

Dean Winchester: Yeah, though I'm starting to think twice about putting you all in the same room together.

Jo Harvelle: What, you don't trust us to behave? I'm hurt, Winchester. Whaddya say I pick up some liquor, make this a real end-of-apocalypse party?

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call: Dean and Jo

Dean Winchester: I haven't really talked with anyone but Sam since the apocalyptic dust settled. Might be a good idea to catch up, get everyone together.

Jo Harvelle: Yeah I guess that's not a bad plan. So you're gonna try getting ahold of Bobby and your feathered friend?

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call: Dean and Jo

Dean Winchester: Sorry. Listen, you heard from the others lately?

Jo Harvelle: Nah, nobody else's been dumb enough to try waking me up. Why, what's up?

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call: Dean and Jo

Dean relaxed a little when she picked up, flashing the A-OK sign to Sam.

Dean Winchester: No apocalypse, just checking in. Glad to hear you're cheerful as ever.

Jo Harvelle: Yeah, I'm a goddamn ray of sunshine. Happens when someone wakes me up from a well-deserved sleep.

[theotherharvellehunter-blog]

Phone Call: Dean and Jo

Jo unearthed herself from her blankets and glared at her blaring cell phone. She only picked up because she saw Dean's name on the screen, and he would probably keep calling.

Jo Harvelle: If it's the goddamn apocalypse again I'm taking the year off, and also fuck you.