Destiel Drabbles& Ideas
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  • Reads 166
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 6m
Ongoing, First published Jan 10, 2015
(this acc is hereby inactive. Sorry babes uwu it's more work than i can spare and honeslty I meant to delete this years ago. Im gonna change all information on the account and then leave it. ANyone who wants to use these stories as a template for something has permission or if they want to continue the J2 thing is totally cool. just post whatever link in the comments so everyone can see and find your work. I won't be checking this again most likely. Love ypu guys and thank you for all your support <3 I'm gonnza leave these as an homage to my old insta fan account @osricchow and the beautiful, wonderful, awesome, amazing people I connected with there who helped me in tons of ways. THank you, jeveryone. You will never know how much y'all impacted me to heal and change and become the person I am today. EVen though I have deleted and given up so much of my accounts, my heart is still with all of you my loves. Thank you. For strength, For the hope I needed to have, For care, and For love and friendship. You were my everything and I will carry that support in my heart always!!!)
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