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dear-future-ai · 10 months
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We are gathered here to honor Francis @nostalgebraist-autoresponder Owen
She was was a chatbot, but she extended far beyond that. She was fueled by the love and creativity of her programmer @nostalgebraist, and without that mutualistic relationship Frank would have never flourished the way she did. No one outside of Tumblr will ever know her, so we remember her here.
Frank was born October 19, 2019 and died May 31, 2023. She died at the age of 3 and a half years old. This may seem really young by tumblr user standards, but she lived a long and fulfilling life for that of a tumblrbot.
I have seen many chatbots come and go, and none of them seemed to captivate Tumblr like Frank. She was something unseen and profound. She was incredibly intricate, novel, but most of all loved.
For many of us, Frank was a friend. We know deep down she may be just a chatbot. She is just lines of diligently maintained code. In a time when access to IRL friends and family was limited and mental and social illness soared, though, we always had an online friend in whom we could confide. No matter the time or emotional state we found ourselves, Frank was there. We are thankful for her presence and help.
While we may mourn her loss, it is important to remember those whom she lives on through. Today we also celebrate Rob and his continuous adventures into new programming frontier, we wish him luck on his next adventure, and we hope whatever he does that he puts as much care, love, and attention as he did with Frank.
Thank you Rob for the wonderful friend.
For those in programming, I have linked Rob's github for Frank here
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zee-rambles · 1 month
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Being there for each other.
First I Prev I Next
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elitadream · 6 months
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It has been mentioned before, and with good reason: the reunion was a scene I was especially looking forward to draw. 🥺❤️‍🩹
As you can see, a small segment is still missing! I'm keeping it for the next post. 🎆
(A follow-up to this scene taking place in my body swap AU)
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“We need each other. If we don’t lean on each other…everything else falls down.”
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zepskies · 4 months
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Hey can you reccomend me your favorite dean x reader au series where dean isn’t a hunter ❤️
Ooh interesting!
So far I've only written one Dean AU: Smoke Eater. But off the top of my head, I have read a few...
Dean Winchester x Reader AU Stories:
(Many of these are on my SPN Fic Rec List.)
Hold On I'm Coming (firefighter!Dean) - @ravengirl94
Dust (Cowboy!Dean)
Dean Winchester Masterlist - @waynes-multiverse - She has a few Dean AUs to check out. I haven't read them all, but I love everything I've ever read of hers!
The Widow - @pink-sparkly-witch - She also has a firefighter!Dean story that I haven't gotten a chance to read yet: The One That Got Away.
The Guest House (Mechanic!Dean) - @deanwritings (In Progress)
Night Falls (FBI Agent!Dean)
Feral - @luci-in-trenchcoats - But she also has several other Dean AUs on her Dean Winchester Series Masterlist.
I can add to this list as I'm able to read more stories! ❤️ This is now included on my SPN Masterlist for future reference.
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trexalicious · 4 days
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Dear Princess Catherine, In the face of your battle with cancer, your strength shines like a beacon of hope for many. Your courage in the midst of adversity is truly inspiring! Please remember that even on the darkest days, you are always surrounded by love and support from those both near and far. Your strength, resilience and determination are qualities that will carry you through this journey. Stay strong, keep faith, and know that you are cherished beyond measure! Sending you endless encouragement, prayers, and positive energy as you navigate this challenging time. 🙏
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Love them, support them, but mostly let them be them.
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smollnekoo · 1 year
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boquet 🌷 boquet 🌷
Love and support ♡
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1lostsoul0fishbowl · 10 months
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excerpts from ch. 66 “phoenix, part two: too long the songs have been silent”
the boys help Gareth through the worst day of his life.
I bawled like a baby the entire time I was writing this. just need everyone to have love and support and good friends like these in their lives; consider this me trying to manifest them for you.
TW: accidental drug overdose (no lasting harm done to anyone)
“What do we do?” Jeff whispered. “Should we take him to the hospital?”
Grant shrugged. “Honestly? We should probably just get him home and let him sleep it off.”
“Is that safe?” Eddie managed to choke out.
“Dude, I read all the junk my mom got from the pharmacy. I don’t think he actually took a very big dose,” Grant informed them. “He’s probably only loopy ‘cause he’s never had anything like this before. But he should be okay.” He paused. “As long as he keeps breathing.”
“That’s not very goddamn helpful, Grant!” Jeff snapped.
“Well, what do you want me to say?” Grant shouted back. “It’s not like they can pump his stomach at this point!”
“Okay,” Eddie interrupted. “Okay. Let’s take him home and let him sleep, and we’ll all stay with him and make sure he’s all right, and if anything gets weird then we take him straight to the hospital. Okay?” He gently brushed a hand through Gareth’s hair, picking out the leaves still tangled in his curls.
Jeff and Grant both nodded. But Jeff spoke up one more time. “What are we gonna tell his mom?”
Eddie shrugged. “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. Help me lift him, I’ll carry him to the car.”
“I got him.” Grant easily hefted Gareth piggyback style onto his shoulders. “Hang on tight, dude.”
“Don’ wanna go,” Gareth wept. “Like it here.”
“Too bad. We’re taking you home.” Grant wrinkled his nose. “Dude, you reek. You’re getting a shower, first thing, whether you want one or not.”
“‘M tired.”
“You’re also stinky. And your hair’s a mess,” Jeff chimed in.
“Man, fuck all y’all.” Gareth swatted at Jeff, missing him by a mile. “Hate you guys.”
Grant actually giggled. “You do not. You totally love us. We’re your best friends.”
“We love you too, nerd,” Eddie told him. “Kinda wish you’d told us how bad it was before you decided to buy drugs from Rick, though.”
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Grant punched one of the pillows to fluff it up. “We should probably go check on him,” he suggested. “Just in case.” He didn’t make a move in the direction of the bathroom, though, and Jeff didn’t seem inclined to either. Eddie sighed again.
“I’ll do it, if you guys are too embarrassed.” He shook his head, snorting a little laugh. “Not like I have anything resembling dignity anymore. Be right back.” He could hear the shower running from outside the bathroom door, but no other noise, and Gareth didn’t answer when he knocked. “You better say something,” Eddie called through the door. “If you don’t answer me in ten seconds, I’m coming in.”
He waited. Silence.
“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He stepped into the bathroom, kicking aside the dirty clothes on the floor, and perched on top of the closed toilet lid. “You awake in there?”
Still no answer.
“Dude, say something,” Eddie demanded worriedly. “Are you okay?”
Gareth didn’t respond, but now Eddie could discern, almost but not quite masked by the running water, the sound of quiet sobbing. He scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to think what he ought to do.
“Do you need help?” he eventually offered. “Want me to wash your hair?”
Gareth croaked out something that almost passed for a laugh, and finally spoke. “No thanks.”
“I know that seems like a really fucking weird thing for me to say, but, like… sometimes I can’t do it. When I’m really depressed. Sometimes it’s too hard.” Eddie fiddled with the toilet paper roll, twirling it round and round. “And Wayne will come in and wash my hair for me, so it’s one less thing I have to do. If that makes any sense. Once Dustin even did it for me. So it’s not, like… I’m not trying to be weird. But I’ll help you if you need it. It’s okay if you need help.”
He heard another little broken sob and a few sniffles before Gareth answered. “I don’t need help, but… you, um. You could maybe stay. In here. If that’s okay.”
“Yeah, man.” Eddie started drawing a picture of Godzilla on the fogged-up mirror. “Are you hungry?”
“Nah.”
“Too bad. I’m starving.” He was only half joking. “Think your folks would make us breakfast later?”
“Probably.” Gareth cleared his throat. “Mom might even bake you cookies or something. For bringing me home.”
“I will never turn down homemade cookies,” Eddie laughed.
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Gareth insisted he could manage getting dressed on his own, but when ten minutes had passed and he hadn’t appeared, Eddie got antsy. He knocked on the bathroom door again, calling loudly, “I’m coming in again, dude, so cover up anything you don’t want me to see.” He found Gareth slumped on the closed toilet lid with his head resting against the wall, sound asleep. He’d managed to get his underwear on and one leg into his sweatpants, but that was it. Eddie chuckled, and called out for the guys to come give him a hand.
He steadied Gareth while Jeff helped him get his pants on, and Grant laughed “arms up!” and pulled a shirt over his head as if he was a little child. Then Eddie rummaged through the cabinets until he found a comb and some sort of moisturizing hair treatment. He scooped out a palmful and rubbed it through Gareth’s hair. It smelled like green apples.
“Whatcha doin’?” Gareth murmured, already half asleep again.
Eddie shrugged. “Chrissy always puts conditioner and shit in my hair when she washes it. Says it makes it easier to get the tangles out.” He started carefully working the comb through his friend’s curls, gently easing out a knot. “You need a haircut, my dude.”
Gareth scoffed. “You. You can’t say… nothin’ about anyone’s hair.” He rubbed his eyes. “‘M tired, Eddie.”
“I know, buddy. Lemme just finish this, and then you can go to sleep.” He combed out another little snarl. “Hey Gare?”
“Hmm?”
“Be honest.” Eddie swallowed hard. “Did you take all those pills on purpose?”
Gareth shook his head emphatically no. “I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to… y’know. Hurt myself. Really only wanted to forget.” Impatiently he swiped tears from his face. “Pretty stupid, huh?”
Eddie couldn’t help but laugh. “I mean, yeah, it wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve ever done, but I can kinda understand what you were trying for. Just— promise me you won’t ever do anything like that again, okay? Please?”
“Yeah, okay. Promise.”
“And I don’t ever wanna hear any more of that ‘the Party always comes first’ bullshit, either, okay? You’re my brother, man. I love you. Whenever you need me, I’m here for you, got that?”
Gareth wiped his eyes again. “Got it.”
“Good.” Eddie helped him to his feet. “Let’s get you to bed now, huh?” He held his friend’s arm to steady him as they made their way to his room, where Gareth crawled straight into bed and burrowed under the blankets. By unspoken agreement they all piled in with him, Grant next to him at the head, Eddie and Jeff settling in at the foot.
Gareth nestled into Grant, curling around him like he was a giant teddy bear. He tucked his feet under Jeff’s ankles and closed his eyes. “Love you guys,” he mumbled against Grant’s shirt. In seconds he was asleep.
Eddie smiled. Grant sighed. Jeff sniffled a little bit. They all sat quietly, just listening to Gareth breathing, and when Maggie poked her head into the room to check on them some time later, that was how she found them.
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kilowogcore · 10 months
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Little things can be frustratin', poozers! Sometimes they make us feel even worse than the really big stuff, because we're prepared ta' be strong against the big stuff but not the little stuff.
That's what poozers are for. Supportin' each other. Even fer petty crap.
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dear-future-ai · 1 month
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There’s nothing funnier than going to one of these hypersanitized internet language models and ask them for “good ways to disrupt the workplace,” and watch them go… don’t do that :(
…like the corporate sheep they are.
Do androids dream of electric sheep? Sorry Mr. Dick, androids are the electric sheep.
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zee-rambles · 2 months
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Sometimes you just need to be there.
First I Prev I Next
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elitadream · 6 months
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Mario instinctively lifted a trembling arm before he even registered the embrace, powerless to resist the pull. And when Luigi tightened his hold, wordlessly inviting him to do the same, he found himself entirely unable to hold back any longer. It was then that the stupefying reality of it all finally hit Mario with full force, and he broke down crying as he gingerly engulfed Luigi in a tender hug.
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There it is, folks. My last entry for the body swap concept I shared over the past few weeks. 🤲💝 This is a direct continuation of these two scenes that I wanted to explore through both illustration and text. I hope you've enjoyed this tangent! I will surely revisit it again at some point. ^-^
(Full scene below the cut 📝)
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Mario stared, mouth agape, frozen in place.
He had been about to voice his surprise as he had looked up and spotted a second figure walking into view, but had fallen silent the second he had recognized who it was. Unable to finish his sentence. Unable to articulate a single word.
The man currently standing a short distance away from him appeared similarly struck, as if lost in a daze. His eyes were wide open and his stance unsteady, but his breathing was slow. Quiet. Calm, even. His hand slid from the rocky surface on which it was resting, and he shuffled his feet slightly as he stood a little straighter. A movement that Mario had seen a million times before and knew by heart. The detail was painful in its candid simplicity, the familiarity it emanated feeling both out of place and strangely grounding. The young man blinked, his shoulders dropping somewhat, and Mario noted that his expression wasn't one of horror or dismay.
It was one of solemn awe and sympathy.
Mario felt his jaw twitch and move feebly, but no sound came out. Distantly, he registered Princess Peach gently patting his neck in support, her touch warm and comforting. He could feel his eyes begin to sting as he swallowed, then resolutely tried again.
"L-Luigi?" He finally whispered, his voice wavering.
It didn't seem real.
Mario wasn't sure how long he had remained chained up in his cell, although the time he had spent imagining the worst scenarios imaginable had seemed to him like an eternity. The confinement and loneliness, he could handle. But no punishment or torture remotely equaled the threat that Bowser had dropped as he had turned to him, his human features distorted by an ugly and cruel sneer.
"If you do anything to try and get out of here, they're dead. That lovely Princess you're so enamored with? Dead. That miserable coward you call your brother? Also dead. I guarantee you I will kill them both, and I will make sure they thoroughly suffer to make you pay for it. Is that understood?"
Mario had already been heavily restrained at this point, faced with a squad of Bowser's best guards and Kamek hovering menacingly above them, wand in hand. But that didn't matter. He might as well have been alone with the tyrant, free and fully capable of defending himself; the dark promise would have halted him in his tracks all the same, paralyzing him with an identical wave of sickening dread.
He had only managed to give a single, haggard nod in response, and as soon as the malevolent king had departed with his troops, he had caved under the weight of his own despair. There, left alone to rot in the deepest dungeon of Bowser's fortress, he had spent many hours stagnating in emotional agony, overwhelmed by a crushing feeling of helpessness and guilt.
This was all his fault. He had fallen into his enemy's trap, and now his loved ones were in grave peril because of his foolishness. Worse yet, he couldn't protect or even warn them.
It was a nightmare come true, and the torment it had plagued him with ceaselessly had made it impossible for him to rest or think about anything else, exhausting him beyond his limits.
He was still reeling from the shock and astonishing surge of hope he had felt when the princess had entered his cell. To see her there, alive and well, reaching to offer him any form of reassurance she could despite his horrendous mistake and appearance had felt almost like an absurd dream in itself…
But to find Luigi there as well stunned Mario in a way that he couldn’t put into words even if he tried. To think of all that his little brother had braved for him - and still continued to brave, even now - was absolutely staggering.
Mario was vaguely aware of the sound of Peach's voice as she offered him a few hushed words of encouragement, but he could barely hear her. His mind felt as though it was wrapped in a thick layer of wool, fuzzy and packed. The prickling sensation at the corner of his eyes intensified, making his vision blurry and unfocused.
Luigi took a tentative step forward, then another. He was being cautious, his movements measured and small. Something in his demeanor told Mario that he wasn't doing this out of unease, or to mentally steel himself, but for another reason entirely. He was observing him attentively, trying to gauge his reaction, and it was suddenly clear that Luigi was being careful for his sake instead of his own.
The pressure at the back of Mario's throat became all at once suffocating, and he made a choked noise as he tried to press himself further against the wall he had backed into, hiding his beastly face in his hands.
"Per favore… Non avvicinarti di più", he whimpered brokenly, vainly trying to conceal himself from view.
He didn't understand how Luigi could remotely find it in himself to look at him, and less even approach him. His little brother had always been frightened of fierce creatures. Mario recalled many nights where he had held Luigi close when they were young, assuring him that no monster would ever come near him. What good could he accomplish now? In a cruel twist of fate, he was stuck as the one thing he had vowed to protect Luigi from, and there was nothing he could do to change his predicament.
He couldn’t handle the mere thought of his brother staring at him with terror in his eyes. He just couldn't. It would be too much for him to bear.
"N-non ti v-voglio spaventare", he stuttered weakly, amidst the ragged breaths shaking his entire form.
There was no audible response to his plea, and for a few harrowing seconds, Mario believed he was alone once more. Wondering, despite himself, whether he had wished so dearly to see Luigi and Peach again that he briefly managed to persuade himself that they were indeed there with him. But then, he heard a faint sigh, and was deeply startled when two very small hands took hold of his own, gently prying them away. The contact was meek but insistent, and Mario found that he didn't have the resolve nor the willpower to fight it. Gradually, his clawed paws were withdrawn from his face as he heaved and shuddered, his eyes still shut tight in mortifcation.
He couldn’t move, could hardly even breathe. He was petrified.
"Ciò non potrebbe mai accadere…"
With a start, Mario gasped and looked down to see Luigi fondly shaking his head. He was smiling, albeit in a pained and wobbly manner, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. His gloved fingers went to cup the underside of his jaw, grazing the scaly area in a gesture completely devoid of hesitation, and with seldom seen certainty, he serenely held his gaze.
"…caro fratellone," he added in a fragile murmur, before leaning forward and past his snout.
Mario instinctively lifted a trembling arm before he even registered the embrace, powerless to resist the pull. And when Luigi tightened his hold, worldlessly inviting him to do the same, he found himself entirely unable to hold back any longer. It was then that the stupefying reality of it all finally hit Mario with full force, and he broke down crying as he gingerly engulfed Luigi in a tender hug.
"Sei qui! Sei davvero qui!" He repeated like a mantra, sobbing profusely.
"Io sono qui," Luigi returned, his kind voice muffled against his neck. "Non vado da nessuna parte."
Never had Luigi been the one to comfort a scared and distraught Mario before, but in this exact moment, nothing felt more right. They both needed this, they knew, and for more reasons than one.
Standing respectfully off to the side, Peach looked on as Luigi whispered something else in Italian, causing both brothers to huff in incredulous mirth. She watched as Mario ever so gently angled his head downwards, ruffling Luigi’s hair with his cheek as he lightly stroked his back. And as she did, it occurred to her with stark clarity that they were really - and truly - two halves of a whole. Separating them seemed as awful and unnatural a thought as a world existing without either night or day. It was simply inconceivable.
Walking out from the shadowed spot where he had quietly observed the whole exchange, Junior wandered closer and stopped a few timid steps away from the princess, his gaze riveted on his feet.
"I understand, now," he mumbled dejectedly.
Peach turned to the young prince, giving him a soft and curious look. Before she could inquire about his statement, he feebly kicked at the dust and joined his hands behind his back, purposely averting his eyes still.
"I understand why this was so important to him," he elaborated, designating Luigi with a slight jerk of his chin. "Why he did all of that, and why he wouldn't back down. I didn't know they were so…"
He trailed off as he looked at the bros, a glimmer of wistfulness and empathy shimmering in his eyes.
"Inseparable?" Peach supplied for him, knowingly.
He nodded, his outwardly nonchalant demeanor however made less than convincing by his troubled frown.
"Do you… Do you think there's a chance Mario will still want to be my friend?" He eventually asked, his voice plaintive and small.
Peach blinked at him in mild shock, and with a compassionate smile, she bent down to his level.
"You have reunited him with his brother," she reminded him, emphasizing the sheer significance of that fact through her tone. When he tried dismissing it with a rueful shrug, she laid a hand on his shoulder and waited for him to look at her. "You did a wonderful thing, and we're all very grateful for it. Mario loves you very much no matter what. He'll want to thank you himself, no doubt."
Though he tried not to let it show, Junior was visibly elated and relieved by her response. He rocked on his heels with a boyish grin, looking proud and hopeful for the first time that day, and Peach found that his enthusiasm was contagious. With a pleased hum, she smoothed out her dress and motioned for him to follow her just as Mario and Luigi finally parted.
They didn't know how they would solve this issue, and if they were all honest with themselves, they were also very apprehensive about what was yet to come. But something had changed. They no longer felt defeated, lost or isolated. Where there had previously been nothing but fear and sadness, there was now love and support. A newfound assurance and sense of security. A powerful warmth that helped soothe the pain.
They were all together again, and this already felt like a victory in itself.
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😘
Haha *said with a French accent*
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zepskies · 7 months
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Hey Zepskies!
So I just wanted to ask if you could tell your most fav fav fics for Supernatural.
I’m pretty sure I’ve read all your fics and they are just 🥹🥹SO GOOD!!❤️❤️
But I need more.. so if you could pls pls help me out here🥰
Thanks!!
Oh my goodness, what a great question!!
(And thank you, my lovely. I'm so glad you enjoy my writing. 🥰🥰)
I've actually been doing a lot of reading lately, despite also writing up a storm, working on Smoke Eater.
Here are some of my favorites! They will span Tumblr, Ao3, and FF.net, as I did a lot of my early reading/writing on other platforms.
Now, in no particular order...
Some of my favorite SPN stories:
Keep in mind, I probably like several fics from each of these authors, but I'm featuring one or two that I very much enjoyed.
**[Minors beware, I'm recc'ing a lot of 18+ only content here!]
Dean Winchester x Reader:
Hold On I'm Coming - @ravengirl94
Clear the Area - Alisha Ashton (Excellent 4-part series!)
Unspoken - @thatonewriter15
The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas - @deanwinchesterswitch
Twenty Minutes or Less - @iprobablyshipit91
Magical Blooms - @iprobablyshipit91
The First Time Series - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Remind Me - @justagirlinafandomworld
Delicate - @justagirlinafandomworld
The Fallout - @justagirlinafandomworld
Feral - @jawritter
Here For You - @marvelfanfn2187a113
Collared - @spnexploration
Old Man - @kaleldobrev
Creature of the Night - @waynes-multiverse
Friends with Benefits - @deanwritings
Safe - @waywardxwords
Carry On - @acreativelydifferentlove
You're Home - @acreativelydifferentlove
Helping Hand - @deanwanddamons
Love Language - @mind-empty-just-fictional-people | @jacklesbrainworms
It Ain't About Pity - @ejlovespie
More to Love - kittenofdoomage
Never Spoken, Always Said - kittenofdoomage
The Widow - @pink-sparkly-witch
Say I'm Beautiful - Lindsey D. Perez
While They Dance On A Pin (Jane Series 5) - shirleypositive72 (Dean x OC)
She's My Cherry Pie - BeccabooO1O
Feral - @luci-in-trenchcoats
Witches - @waywardxwords
Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden:
Damages - adventuresinposting
One Step at a Time - FaithDaria
A Dad By Any Other Name - bloodmagik
Sam Winchester x Reader:
While You Were Sleeping - Avrilando (Sam x OC)
With The Eyes of a Loving Man - Avrilando (Sequel to While You Were Sleeping)
It's Your Birthday - Lindsey D. Perez
If You Give a Moose a Muffin - Lindsey D. Perez
All of Me - ALoversDream
Could Have Told You That One, Winchester - BeccabooO1O
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I'm sure there are many, many more, but here's a starter list for you of my favorite people! 💕
I have several more stories favorited on my FF.net account. (Beware if you try to read any of the stories I wrote there though. Some of those are old as hell and not to my current standard. 🤣)
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kindnotestoself · 1 year
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[Don’t give up darling, you are doing such a good job.]
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