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skaterflz · 1 year
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fr tho
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skaterflz · 1 year
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we all collectively know what page on ao3 where the fics become traumatic right?
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skaterflz · 1 year
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i’m a sucker for tropes where it’s absolutely hopeless and they both know it
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skaterflz · 1 year
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love reading random fics in fandoms i’ve never even thought about being in
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skaterflz · 1 year
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read a super small fandom/ship fic and it was so “we are real people” type of shit that it i cannot get it out of my head, i am literally going to sob why isn’t there anything else like it, why, why must i be cursed to read something like that and be told i can’t have seconds
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skaterflz · 2 years
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skaterflz · 2 years
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i love the trope where dean goes to therapy
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skaterflz · 2 years
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sitting on the floor is underrated
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skaterflz · 2 years
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a safe space is not a safe space if it's only safe for white people
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skaterflz · 2 years
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the bad angel and good demon trope has me by the throat
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skaterflz · 2 years
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i love when people tell me their most unrealistic and completely bat shit crazy dreams
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skaterflz · 2 years
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4.22 / 15.18
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skaterflz · 2 years
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i like to size people up (i am literally 5’5) just to see peoples reaction and someone looked straight ahead (mf was 5’9) then squinted his eyes LIKE HE WAS LOOKING FOR ME
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skaterflz · 2 years
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so the thing is. in the trap, when dean says “i hope it’s not too late.” it is. it’s too late. cas already made the deal. they’re doomed.
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skaterflz · 2 years
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it’s always a surprise when spn is number one trending
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skaterflz · 2 years
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It wasn't just the handprint.
When Cas pulled him from hell, and rebuilt Dean's body, stitching love back into his very soul, he made his claim once more. Rearranging his freckles in the pattern of all the stars Castiel had hung by hand, his own constellations strewn across the delicate skin of the righteous man.
Now, here they lie, bodies entwined in the golden dawn light. Castiel traces each perfect constellation that adorn his new heaven. The stars look better here, anyway.
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skaterflz · 2 years
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dad bods r what i LIVE FOR
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