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[̲̅𝓦̲̅] elcome! my name is Bea —— I'm making fic covers to ignore the crippling amount of real life responsibilities I should be doing & to give all the works I've downloaded a cover. Feel free to use them & feedback is 100% appreciated! All I ask is that you do not remove my watermark & reblog if you use them! or just like them! ✶ — ——please do not repost my work——

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on the wings of war—

The four Horsemen are not just people with fancy rings. They aren’t even demons with fancy rings. They are another species entirely, a force unto themselves, and Lucifer is kidding himself if he thinks that they are at his beck and call. They are separate. They are neutral. Dean Winchester is not built like them.

one action-packed amazing fic that I love with all of my heart. If you haven’t read it you're missing out on so much.

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the path of fireflies —

After his humanity is restored, Dean wakes up in bed with Castiel, a wedding ring, and no memory of the past twelve years.

I put off reading this book for a while because I had 6 other books I was reading and a didn’t want to add more, but I finally got around to it and I LOVED IT. So glad I finally sat down to read this.100% worth it.

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twist and shout —   What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea. 

get ready to cry, read with a box of tissues okay.

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It’s Only Monday, Mr. Mom — ‘’But Dean had been leaning back against a park bench, free beer in hand, when Cas had asked if he could sit down, and well. That was that. “

this is just super disgustingly cute domestic fluff, it’s gross, I got cavities reading this. It’s so well written though & it’s incredibly worth reading. i also missed a comma in the title but shhh ok

The link above is for ao3 but it’s restricted to users only but I found that they’d also posted it on DW so here's the link for that:  It’s Only Monday, Mr. Mom —

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hey look at the new little edit for cas! 

this is just for fun & not for any book.

please do not repost.

please give credit.

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prosopagnosia  —

“I could turn around right now and I wouldn’t be able to spot you out of a lineup. There is nothing remarkable about you I could identify and say: there, that is Dean.”

“So you mean I’m not just another pretty face?”

go read this please. go. 

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On Drowning —

The absolute last thing Dean would ever admit, after saving Cas' life, is that it was all thanks to the unhealthy amount of time he spent reading about drowning on Wikipedia.

Not that he's not grateful, but what he really needs is an instruction manual for everything that comes after.

I remade the terrible cover I made for this fic earlier. This fic deserves so much omg. 

[estrelecer]

Like I said, you know I’m almost dead You know i’m almost gone When the drummer drumms He’s gonna play my song To carry me along

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Fearson’s floating cigarette. — 

 "That son of a bitch," Dean says. He strangles the handful of french fries he’s been holding, and one by one their warm, helpless, potato-y insides crumble over the tops of his fingers. He feels a brief burst of irrational, almost homicidal rage. "That floppy bow-tie wearing son of a bitch.” Dean is gonna kill Jimmy Wonderman. He’s gonna shove a never-ending string of scarves down his throat. He’s gonna make him eat balloon animals until he floats off into space.

I read this and immediately went and made a cover cause I enjoyed it so much! Definitely worth a read.

[poinsciuri]

when u dont like ur art take a deep breath and remember u created it from nothing, like a god

[wifihunters]

You know he’d be the one on dangerous runs making clover chains. 

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the inexhaustible silence of houses —

There aren’t words to describe how much I feel for this book, & how much this book made me feel.

So I remade the cover, & added another on. I like the first one more but I love the second picture a ton.

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— 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. —

An Exercise In ‘Worthless’   A+  book, love this so much go check it out because beastofthesky is such a great writer?? bless them??

Yeah so I made two because I wanted to test the differences but then I couldn’t decided which one I liked best. The softer colors or the brighter ones? 

Feel free to use either! also clicking on them shows better quality. 

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There is a darkness where my heart should be. Here it is, bleeding on my sleeve, freely for the world to see. It beats in a rhythm I do not understand. Beats like thunder louder then drums. hearts are not meant to be this way too bleed so freely for the masses, fall to broken bits and shattered glasses. This absence in my chest,  and the rhythm of my bleeding heart feels too much like a ruined melody.

Ichabod. b — HEART.

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Eleven may flowers mark the hour ushered in by april showers. Eleven seeds grew bright and green sixteen dewdrops kiss their leaves. Suddenly it’s clear to see, the gentle breeze that speaks to me. The sky cries tears through greying eyes but they soon will clear for sun to shine. To laud the earth for its creations and send to us its salutations. Eleven flowers fade away, but more will soon be here to stay. Sixteen drops have gone away, but they shall fall another day.

Ichabod. b  — XI