May we use your spnedit in web weavings? With permission ofc
sure!! thank u for asking:)
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DEAN: He never hit me, except for the time Sam ran away. He was always here when we needed him. He was a deadbeat. I know him better than anyone. He is as unknowable as God. He was a hero. He was an obsessed bastard. He showed me things no other sixteen year old had seen. He didn't really need me. He couldn't live without me. He turned me into a weapon. He raised me right. He put too much on my shoulders. He made me a mother. I always took his side to keep the peace. He was a master. He left me to die. He died for me. He left a hole in me. He exploited me sexually. He saved me from sexual predators. I always got the extra cookie. He kicked me out when I pissed him off. Rapist fathers remind me of him. Absent fathers remind me of him. Demanding and overbearing fathers remind me of him. Loving fathers remind me of him. I gave him everything I had. I am scared of turning into him. He brainwashed me. I loved him with everything I had. I dream about him all the time. He is my heart’s desire.
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Louise Bourgeois, Touching Christ
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Richard Scott - Red Star, 2021
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the black cat (1966)
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one of my favorite things about supernatural is the way they’re always very careful about how they put fake blood on dean. it’s always very pretty and deliberate and meaningful and not at all realistic: a single streak that looks like he’s crying blood, or a crack on his head that recalls his father’s death, or a messy stain over his mouth like messed up red lipstick etc.
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some old sketch about Dean’s childhood
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the bunker is how you KNOW they lost the plot. they’re supposed to be on the ROAD. and then they bring the british into it???
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But when I wind my arms around
him, put my face into the dimmed scoop
of his neck, he smells like good warm fire
like dark sweet dreams.
Lucie Brock-Broido, Birdie Africa
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