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“Thank God. Oh-thank God. This is so-bizarre.”
“It’s so…cold.”
“I suppose it is-in your own body without any covering-we-we’ll fix that.”
“My own body…and yours is just yours again?
“It…seems so. It feels...empty in here.”
Arthur and John separate. It brings on feelings and concerns neither had taken the time to anticipate.Series
- Part 1 of Freedom in the Flesh
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04 May 2026
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In the spring of 1944, the 104th Medical Battalion of the United States Army is disbanded, and its men reassigned to various infantry companies in preparation for their invasion of occupied France. For First Lieutenant Novak, this is less than helpful, as he has so far met his platoon’s designated medic a grand total of twice, and has both times found Sergeant Winchester to be the optimum combination of reckless, arrogant, and downright insufferable so as to make cohesive platoon function near impossible. When the time comes to move out, however, Castiel has to reconcile himself to the fact that men are going to go down and trust that Dean Winchester may well be the only person who can put them back together again. WW2 ETO infantry AU.
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- Part 1 of Ninety One Whiskey
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03 May 2026
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Cas time-travels back to when Dean is 19 and has 90s prettyboy swoopy model hair. He pets his hair. They cry together. Cas holds him all through the night, giving Dean one night of peace and comfort and safety.
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- Part 1 of there's still time for you
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30 Apr 2026
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Tenna learns new things about how the world is growing past what he once new, and thats not a bad thing.
Learning about the LGBTQ community (in the 2010s) and his favorite right hand man spamton.Bookmarked by Ducksocks
30 Apr 2026
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"Tens, Tenna, I'm– I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, you know I didn't, I just-" He was dying. His soul was slamming against his ribs, thudding loud in his ears, and it was the only indication that he wasn't dead already. He needed this. Needed it more than he needed air in his lungs. He was dying and this was the only thing that could stop it, the only thing that would rip out the tumor-like dread crawling up through him like a blight. He needed Tenna to reach inside him and rip out the writhing, undulating mass inside him and kill it for good.
Instead of saying any of this, he whispered a ragged "please," and hoped—God, Angel, whatever was listening, he hoped—that the tone of his voice would convey everything his words couldn't.
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Spamton copes through pain and sex, and not always separately.
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- Part 2 of Spamtenna erotica
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27 Apr 2026