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  1. Summary

    Bored with studying a dry and oppressive subject, Dean searches for ways to express himself and his real passions.

    Convinced that he's only worth what people think they can get from him, Castiel struggles to make real connections.

    College is a brief, bright moment in time, and if we don't grab it with both hands, it's likely to slip through our fingers.

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    "I mean, you’re–” He gestures at Cas, in his neat oxford shirt and nice pants. “–and I’m a high school dropout who tattoos for a living.”

    Wherein Dean makes a hefty living as a tattoo artist who owns the space next to Gabriel's cafe. Sam attends the local university. When Gabe's cousin comes to live with him while starting grad school at Sam's university, Dean thinks for sure that all his negative karma's coming to bite him in the ass because Cas clearly has a thing for Sam. No one would ever choose him over Sam. That's just logic.

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    24 Oct 2020

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Tattoos and linguistics and one of the best uses if Alistair in a fic I've ever seen. Beautiful.

  2. Rec 25

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    When Dean thought about corsets at all in his younger days, he thought they were something girls wore just because they wanted to look pretty. (Okay, really damned sexy, but still: pretty.)

    Now, he knows better—but he still can't get the damned thing to tighten up right.

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    02 Jul 2020

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Exemplary characterization, tender and hot as hellfire. DEAN IN A CORSET. CAS LACING DEAN INTO A CORSET. CAS'S TOTAL AND COMPLETE DISREGARD FOR GENDER ROLES AND OF COURSE MEN WORE CORSETS TOO BACK IN THE DAY DEAN DMFMFMFMMGNGNFNF

    ahem.

    I really liked this one.

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    At twelve years old, Dean makes a friend, who becomes his best friend, who will eventually become the love of his life.

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    08 May 2020

    Bookmarker's Notes

    What do you expect from Annie D? Masterful characterization, emotions like an anvil to your face, pacing that snaps. Life, told beautifully.

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    “I think I misjudged you,” Castiel says.

    Dean shuts and then opens his mouth like an idiot fish. “What do you mean?”

    “I don’t do well with alphas and I’m not interested in being flirted with.”

    “Hey,” Dean interrupts, “I swear that’s not —”

    “Dean.” Castiel’s voice is deep and firm enough to shut Dean up. “I understand that now, but my original assumption was that you’re the kind of aggressive alpha who just wants to get his knot wet. You're not like that."

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    12 Feb 2020

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    Sweetness and love, Cas with a sad past but Dean helps make it better. Fluffy warm blanket of a fic

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    Across the space of a thousand lonely miles and approximately four and a half feet of boot-worn, hide-anything-colored carpet, Dean watches his brother twitch. Twitch. Twitch again. Then still, stop. Breathe. Twitch.

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    03 Oct 2019

    Bookmarker's Notes

    The best kind of fucked up. Back when everything was a little bit wrong, a little bit raw, balanced on the edge of a very sharp knife.

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