Damn right, REO

Plagued || John & Jo

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:39:20 -0400

He chuckles, “I would… But the last time I did that Adam threatened me with a knife. He assumes I’m possessed or something whenever I say anything of the sort…”

Jo rolled her eyes and ran an hand through her hair. A+ parenting, Winchester… she grumbled silently. “Well… you’ve got to start somewhere. I think it does him good to hear it and you good to say it, even if he doesn’t believe you right away. But, until he does, you show him your serious…I’d start small. Ask about his day and actually listen. Have him show you around, meet the animals, all that kind of stuff.”

Routine || Elizabeth & Jo

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:36:38 -0400

theyoungesthas-been:

Elizabeth took them without a second thought, sliding them into a pocket inside her jacket. She was impressed; the exchange had been short, but effective, quite well handled.
“That happen a lot?” She guessed with a laugh. The men at the table seemed the types to get a little too wasted and regret it in the morning, just to do it all again.
And she understood where Jo was coming from—the natural grace that she handled it with. This was just another part of the job, like teaching the younger generations was Elizabeth’s. You do something enough times and it just becomes … smooth.

“Enough… I tend to remember the ones who need a little incentive to be safe,” Jo answered with a shrug. “I honestly don’t think about it anymore…He’ll look for a few minutes then give up and take the cab.” She had been running a bar long enough to know how to tell which type of drinker would try and drive themselves home and, honestly, didn’t have the patience to try and talk them out of it. This was just an easier solution for everyone.

Catching Up | Bobby & Jo

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:09:56 -0400

bobby-ya-idjit:

Bobby put a little smile on his face seeing her remember everything. “Believe it or not I don’t have anything to do for other hunters at the moment. Besides I wanted to check up on ya kid. It’s been a while. You look good, considering last time I saw you, you were in the bloody ripped up clothes you were brought back in. Can I get a beer?” Bobby had sort of a “bonding” experience when Jo came to him after being brought back. He helped her through a lot, got her back on her feet.

“Well, if that’s not a miracle I don’t know what is,” Jo replied with a grin. She scooted over to the beer taps and filled a glass to the brim with what she knew to be Bobby’s favorite and slid it over to him. A wry smile crossed her face as he mentioned how disheveled she’d been when she showed up on his doorstep. “Thanks, I think I’ve bounced back fairly well, all things considered. How’ve you been? Keeping busy, I assume?”

fuckyeahspookyshit: When a child is born, most often their...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 15:40:17 -0400

fuckyeahspookyshit:

When a child is born, most often their parents are imagining all the possible things they could grow up to be. I’m sure Mr. and Mrs. Mudgett didn’t have serial killer on that list for their baby boy Herman. Born on May 16, 1860, Herman Mudgett a.k.a Dr. Henry Howard Holmes grew up to be America’s most deadliest serial killer. It’s believed the body count mounted in to the hundreds but only twenty-seven were confirmed. How does a person kill hundreds of people without drawing unwanted attention? Mix a big city with a large fair and you have the perfect disguise.

In 1889, Holmes arrived in Chicago taking up residence in what is now know as the Englewood neighborhood. He began working for Dr. and Mrs. Holden as a pharmacist. His charming demeanor masked the divorces, frauds and indiscretions performed during medical school, leading the couple to believe they had the perfect assistant. When Dr. Holden succumbed to cancer, Mrs. Holden mysteriously disappeared. Holmes explained to the community she had headed west after he bought the store from her. Business continued to do so well that he bought a lot across the street at 63rd and Wallace with the intentions of building a hotel. The reason for this endeavor was to provide housing for tourist during the upcoming 1893 Columbian Expedition World’s Fair.

The result was a heft three-story building with 60 rooms dubbed “The Castle”. There were also hidden passages and secret stairways, trap doors, chutes plunging to the basement, a staircase that opened to the alley below, asphyxiation champers, a dissecting table and a crematory. Guests who checked in to The Castle often didn’t check out. Even female employees made up of tourists and small town or country girls fell victim to his torturing and murdering ways. After the fair and successfully faking his own death and collecting on the insurance, Holmes traveled for a while looking for the right place to set up shop once more.

He was arrested and incarcerated in St. Louis after a horse swindle in July of 1894. It was during this period he struck up a conversation with the person who was to later snitch on him, Marion Hedgepeth. Holmes failed to deliver Hedgepeth’s share on a failed insurance scam. Hedgepeth’s tip led to the doctors arrest on November 17, 1894 in Boston. Police obtained a warrant to search The Castle. What they found defied all imagination: a dissecting table, bottles of poisons, containers of quicklime, acid big enough to eat away a body, stretching rack, a gas chamber, coffins holding female corpses, an incinerator littered with charred human remains. Holmes was tried and found guilty. He was hanged at Moyamensing Prison On May 7, 1896.

On August 19th, The Castle mysteriously burned to the ground. It was rumored a former accomplice burned it in order to cover up his part in the horror. Some think it was burned down by neighbors or perhaps by accident. Either way, the lot remained vacant until 1938 when a U.S. Postal Office was built. Because of all the blood shed on the property, many believe it to be haunted, maybe even cursed. A number of people involved with his trial died under bizarre circumstances, including a priest who had visited him before his execution, the doctor who certified him dead, the jury foreman, Marion Hedgepeth (who was pardoned) was shot by police at a saloon, and others. There are reports of poltergeist and spirit activity as well as strange noises and unexplained weary feelings. Some even claim Holmes’ ghost visits the Museum of Science and Industry, one of the few remaining structures from the 1893 Exposition, located nearby.

Is Dr. H.H. Holmes continuing his joy of killing or is the horrific history enough to fuel the legend for years to come?

throwbacksongs: Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 12:20:38 -0400

throwbacksongs:

Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven

Red.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:51:48 -0400

Red: 5 facts about my best friend

He’s super tall. Like, super freakishly tall. He makes me look like I escaped from munchkin land. But he comes in handy when it’s time to clean the rafters or change a lightbulb.
Kid’s got a way with animals. He practically lives with a zoo and they all follow him around. It’s adorable.
While he’s not technically gay, he comes in handy when you’re in need of a “gay best friend” for shopping trips, baking advice, or just someone to tell you whether or not you can in fact pull off those boots.
He’s incredibly loyal, I know I can count on him for anything. If I tell him I need him, he’ll be there.
Despite what he sometimes thinks, he’s one of the kindest, gentlest, best human beings I know. ~~Even if he’s not exactly pure human anymore.~~

white

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:39:00 -0400

White: 3 facts about my personality

I am stubborn to a fault. If I decide I’m going to do something, I don’t care if the rest of the world is against me, I’m going to do it.
When I’m stressed, I clean. Cliche? Maybe, but it works for me.
It takes a lot for me to get attached to someone. I tend to keep people at an arms length until they prove they’re actually going to stick around.

followers, what do you want to know?

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:16:50 -0400

Purple: 10 facts about my room
Blue: 9 facts about my family
Green: 8 facts about my body
Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood
Orange: 6 facts about my home town
Red: 5 facts about my best friend
Pink: 4 facts about my parents
White: 3 facts about my personality
Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things
Black: 1 fact about the person I like

allinye: THOSE WHO HAUNT THE EARTH: RUSALKA According to...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 12:20:27 -0400

allinye:

THOSE WHO HAUNT THE EARTH: RUSALKA

According to Slavic folklore, a rusalka is the spirit of a young women who was murdered in or close to a lake or river. They appear as beautiful young women with bright green eyes who try to lure men and children into the water, where they will drown them. Their shrill laughter is known to be deadly to humans. A rusalka can leave the water at night to sing in trees or join other rusalki to dance in the local meadows, but she cannot live long on dry land. However, rusalki are kept safe with magical combs, which give them the power to conjure water when they need it. According to some legends, should a rusalka’s hair dry out, she will die. A rusalka’s fate can also be undone by avenging her death.

Routine || Elizabeth & Jo

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:05:40 -0400

theyoungesthas-been:

“We’ll see.” Elizabeth remarked with a grin, watching the older girl with mild curiosity. (Hunter, or ex at the very least. Not a pushover, definitely someone who could hold her own. Elizabeth liked her a bit.) “So what’s it like running a place like this?”

“Oh gosh, I’ve been working a bar since before I could walk…” Jo answered with a smile. The sound of glass breaking from the table she’d had her eye on distracted her for a moment and she sighed. “Some nights it’s a pain in my ass…excuse me one moment.”

She slid out from behind the bar, striding across the floor to plant both palms on the offending table. “James. You broke my glass.”

“Ehh wassn’t me, Joey, baby…” the drunk man slurred, making a grab for her wrist and missing.

“Of course it wasn’t, but it’s still coming out of your tab. You understand.” Her hand slid into his coat pocket and plucked out his keys, her fingers curling around them as she straightened. “I’m going to call you a cab, James.”

“Nooooooo, I c’n drive meself…” he began patting his pockets, searching for the keys she’d just stolen as she knew he would. “Jus gotta fin mah keys…”

“Tell you what, you keep looking for them, if you find them before your cab comes I’ll let them know you don’t need it, okay?” Jo smirked as she walked away, nodding to Deanna to call the cab and eventually stopping back in front of Elizabeth, setting the keyring on the counter in front of her with a knowing smile. “Hang on to those for a second, would ya?”

Plagued || John & Jo

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:58:18 -0400

winchester83:

John sighs, “I’m trying to figure out how to let him know i’m her cause i wanna be, not cause i’m guilty about what happened to him. I don’t know how to say that without actually saying it…”

“John, what the hell is wrong with just saying it?” Jo asked, crossing her arms. “You Winchesters… can’t just tell someone you love him? A little honest communication might do your family some good.”

Catching Up | Bobby & Jo

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:53:27 -0400

bobby-ya-idjit:

“Hey Jo.” Bobby put on a smile and watched Jo’s reaction once she realized it was him. “Thought I’d just drop by.” Bobby didn’t have research to do for a hunter, for once, and Sam and Dean were hunting a Djinn 300 miles away; he had plenty of time to catch up with Jo.

“When did you get back into town?” Jo asked, her smile stretching across her face. It had been a while since she’d seen Bobby, the man who helped her build her car, who’d let her run away to his house when she and Ellen were driving each other crazy. For a man who’d never had kids of his own, he sure had a habit of adopting strays.

Her mind drifted back to just over a year ago when she woke up in that alley in Carthage. The hardware store was still boarded up from the explosion, the town hadn’t recovered from what Lucifer had done there. But how the hell was she there? Alive? Still dressed in her jeans and bloody grey t-shirt, though the scars were gone. Her stomach had been clawed open, her guts held in by an ace bandage, how could the shredded t-shirt reveal only smooth, pale skin? It had to be a dream. A trick. Gingerly she felt her stomach, a look of confusion clouding her face. Jo got to her feet slowly, her boots crunching against the gravel and broken glass of the alleyway; Soon enough she’d realize she was still in hell, still on the rack and this was just some new torture devised for her, but while she was alive and whole, she was going to take advantage. The blonde slipped silently down the alley and onto the street, walking with her head down until she found a car she could easily hotwire. A few hours later she pulled into the entrance of Singer Auto Salvage in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

Bobby had put her through the usual tests, salt, iron, silver, holy water, the works. No reaction. Even Jo was beginning to doubt that this was just a dream…maybe by some miracle she was really out. It was Bobby who told her about the opening for a bartender at the local pub, who put a good word in for her when the manager was looking for someone to take over running the place. Hell, Bobby was the reason she was eventually able to buy it and turn it into what it was now. She owed him a lot.

“It’s really good to see you, Bobby. We’ve missed you around here.”

Plagued || John & Jo

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:37:11 -0400

winchester83:

He chuckles, “Bit a both… I’m supposed to have dinner with him in… An hour and a half… I came to see you first. Seein’ as you know him better than me. I thought maybe you could help me out?”

“Help you out with Adam?” Jo echoed, “Uh, well, I guess I can try… I mean, he’s my best friend so…” She brushed her hair back over her shoulder, tilting her head to the side, “What is it you want to know?”

Routine || Jo and Elizabeth

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:32:10 -0400

theyoungesthas-been:

“Like karaoke.” She said, a bemused look on her face. It was, more likely than not, a mostly-oblivious crowd sort of deal, like the Ladies’ Night she’d seen advertised outside, but still definitely something she hadn’t expected. “What else should I be expecting?”

“Ahh, now that would be telling…” Jo said with a gentle smile. “Isn’t it more fun to figure that kind of thing out for yourself?” She looked around the bar, surveying things out of habit; table six was getting rowdy, it was probably close to time to cut them off and call a them a cab. “Don’t worry,” she said, turning her attention back to the young woman at the bar, “I’m sure you’ll figure it all out soon enough.”

Catching Up | Bobby & Jo

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 16:10:54 -0400

bobby-ya-idjit:

Bobby decided to drive over to the Roadhouse and see Jo, how she was holding up the place and all. He never gets out of the house anymore, but he figured he needed to check on someone he considered family.

After a long drive he finally parked in front of the bar. He turned the car off and sat there for a few seconds. He finally got the motivation to go in because there were booze on the other side of the door. Once Bobby sat down on one of the stools, he waited for Jo to wander over.

The bar was busy, Jo moving gracefully through the crowd serving drinks and clearing tables as fast as she could. It was one of those nights where she was tempted to call in another bartender or two to help cover, but really she didn’t want to have to pay anyone overtime and she hardly had the time to even stop and make the phone call. Still, she’d rather have the bar packed than empty and she was staying on top of things alright.

She made her way back to the bar, a plastic tub full of empty bottles and glasses balanced on her hip. Once she got back behind the counter, she had a bit more room; a busboy took the dishes from her back to the kitchen to be washed and Jo wiped her hands on a rag, smiling instinctively at the newcomer before her brain registered who it was.

“Bobby?!”

geniustimelordphilanthropist: “If I could get us a shot at the...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 15:40:33 -0400

geniustimelordphilanthropist:

“If I could get us a shot at the Devil… we have to take it.” ⇒ The best of the best: Jo Harvelle

Damn right, REO: Routine || Elizabeth & Jo

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:18:00 -0400

Damn right, REO: Routine || Elizabeth & Jo:

theyoungesthas-been:

“Karaoke?” Elizabeth couldn’t help but snort. That was just about the last thing she’d expected. “Kudos for throwing me off.” And she was definitely sticking in Sioux Falls for a bit.

“Hell yes, karaoke! It’s fun,” Jo replied with a wide grin. “You might be surprised by the things you find around here, Elizabeth. Sioux Falls has changed.”

I may or may not be watching Grease.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:03:46 -0400

the-winchester-reject:

…Right, yeah. Don’t worry about it, Jo.

But yes, do that. We should set this up and webcam it like those Ghostfacers I saw online. They’re stupid as hell but most of their shit’s right, oddly enough.

*mutters* It was a long time ago…

You watched the Ghostfacer’s videos? They’re not exactly your brother’s biggest fans, unless you can somehow turn douche-nozzle into a compliment.

I may or may not be watching Grease.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 12:37:29 -0400

the-winchester-reject:

Haha, ‘lousy with virgin’~ -blinks, was joking about the Dean thing- Oh. I was joking but…. Good to know.

Damn straight you would. There’s already a documentary about the last part. We just need to convince them to let a few hunters go down and it’ll be fucking awesome. The next Syfy movie. Usually played right after Sharktopus or something.

Don’t start that again…. *blushes brightly* I, uh…so was I?

I guess I should go ahead and get certified as a scuba diver then huh? Because there’s no way in hell I’m missing hunting the Titanic.

I can’t fight. I can’t walk. But I could do something. For...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 12:20:23 -0400

_{I can’t fight. I can’t walk. But I could do something.}

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