Another fic! For @flufftober this time
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Another fic! For @flufftober this time
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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another fic????
incredible
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64411924
(my insert isn't working for some reason so just use the link :')
First 'tober prompt fic!!
Starting strong with Hannibal whump for @whumptober
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@colorful-craze my beloved hannibal moot <3
i actually wrote something?? and published it??
after like 2 years??
incredible
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
do you guys think that laika and the opportunity rover are friends

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aaaandddd just as I suspected only 5 days after finishing spn I have already begun my rewatch/analysis
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adding to a random drabble I’ve had down forever, very self indulgent destiel record player one shot
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The door is wide open and Dean is clearly visible within the outline of the frame, bathed in the warm lights that Castiel had helped string up a few months ago. The room had gained several similar additions within the past year, mostly bare walls now covered with band and movie posters alike, more tables and chairs and an almost full bookcase.
But most noticeable now, was the new record player that Dean was in front of as he swayed in time to the music, the robe he is so often seen in sweeping the floor every other beat.
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Life. Loss. And Leaves.
I remember when I was younger
I went out for a walk in late winter
Because it was warm out
I strutted along my familiar route
Eyeing the others along the path
Until I came across a tree
It was an oak tree
Just a normal oak
But I couldn’t help but notice
That it was all bare
Save for one
Singular
Brown
Leaf
A lone survivor
When I walked the next day
The leaf was gone
And the tree left stripped
And I’m not sure why
But it made me sad
That something that had managed to last so long
And had seen the old year turn to new
Could be gone so fast
And no one even cared
(a poem I dreamed up walking today)