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You’re about to break all your bones. Willingly.
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09 Jul 2026
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Really, I ought to bookmark everything Paxlux has ever written
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Shane could spew black bile all over the television screen. In his whole life he’d never hated anyone more than Scott Hunter, because he knew this was how it would be written in the history books: groundbreaking Captain Scott Hunter bravely kissed his cute little boyfriend on center ice and everybody clapped; stupid slut Shane Hollander got caught with a cock up his ass.
Somebody leaks a sex tape of Shane.
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09 Jul 2026
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Amazing and heartbreaking and Shane may be 6 foot tall and 200 pounds or something akin, but I need him to get behind my small, weak, uncoordinated ass right now. The only person who can protect him is me
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If you'd ask him, Dean would tell you he's going to die on the hunt. Good luck trying, pal
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Bookmarked by quartereclipse
09 Jul 2026
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One of the SPN fics that has stuck with me for years. I just adore this. It's such a great example of a fic that doesn't have a lot of words or dive into the characters' heads too much, and yet still somehow (or maybe even because of that) manages to tell a complete story and convey Dean's emotions in a way that is achingly tragic but not just trauma porn. He's trapped in his own personal hell, and he's so flippant about it, and I want to cry
I'll treasure it forever ♡
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This isn’t a story with a deeper meaning. There is no moral at the end.
On December 28th, 2007, Sam Winchester walked out of the motel room he was sharing with his brother and never came back. This is the story of what happened after.
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09 Jul 2026
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Read this years ago, and many times over since, and no matter how much time has passed, it still haunts me
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This is one of those stories that just sticks with you incessantly, takes up every micrometer of your brain matter, and repeats on and on in a loop to the point where you literally cannot think about anything else.
ten thousand miles is absolutely beautiful. I don't remember where exactly I stumbled upon the story—most likely on a rec list back on LiveJournal. I know that I didn't read it for a while afterwards. I was scared, I guess, because I knew it was going to be gut-wrenching, and I tend not to enjoy fics that end with no real resolution or leave too many questions unanswered. But here... that's the whole purpose of the story, the notion that an unsolved mystery, forever asking yourself, "what could have happened?" is truly one of the most horrible things that could befall a loved one, especially someone like Dean, who's job it is to investigate mysterious circumstances and take care of his brother, and who ultimately fails at doing both.
It's an incredibly touching study of grief and purpose and moving on, and as for the mystery itself, it helps that I've come up with my own theory behind what happened, one that I'm fairly happy with, and one that makes the story feel like it has some closure to me. That being said, this fic is definitely all hurt no comfort; a tragedy in every sense of the word, but there's still something vaguely hopeful about the end. I like to compare it in some ways to what was supposed to be the ending of SPN—with Sam in Hell for all eternity. Sure the show moved on past season 5, but if I consider Swan Song the "true" ending and everything beyond that an AU, then the reality of the Winchesters' fates is Sam and Dean doomed to forever be apart. At least in this fic there's the chance that they will meet again in the afterlife, assuming Sam is dead (which I truly believe is the case).
So it's a sad ending, but it's not forever, and hell, in some ways that makes ten thousand miles less tragic than a fic like The Days Don't End Here, My Friend. Crazy, huh?
Note: The recent conversation about the potential closure of LiveJournal, especially in light of the changes that have been made there, has made me worry about the preservation of a lot of older fanfiction, including this story. The link in this bookmark redirects to the original LiveJournal post, but the story in its entirety has also been backed up on the Wayback Machine. I've tried to archive it on Archive.today as well, though we'll see how that holds up
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there you were by mindshelter
Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types
25 Oct 2020
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“You know, the cool thing about me,” Tim says, voice gone quiet and petal-soft, “is that even when I didn’t care whether I lived or not, I was pretty goddamn hard to kill.”
Kon sighs, eyes glued to his feet. His hand is still encircled around Tim’s arm, trailing up to the bend of his elbow.
“Also, who has the worse track record with dying, between the two of us?”
Well, Kon thinks, that’s—that’s rude.
“For fuck’s sake.” Kon throws his head back and groans, but it’s nullified by the upward twitch of his mouth. “That was terrible.” And definitely meant to lighten the mood. Tim is playing him like a harp, and he knows it; he grins back, wriggling free to knock Kon on the shoulder.
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in the wake of a suck-ass year, kon and tim gravitate back together.
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29 Oct 2020
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Wowwwwwww, this is so incredibly written. Tim/Kon forever and always ♡