Update: It's 6k Words Of Notes Instead Of 3k Now And Still 500 Words Of A Draft.

Update: it's 6k words of notes instead of 3k now and still 500 words of a draft.

Me, making notes for a fic I'm never going to write:

couldn’t stop thinking about how sam and darlin are gonna make their whole immortal mortal relationship work

and yes i love me some angst that makes darlin get turned (either by quinn in a spiteful last breath, or by sam in an intense but intimate moment) but then it hit me

and yes i know this aint ever ever never gonna happen but hear me out

sam turns mortal

SOME HOW

I HAVENT THOUGHT OF HOW

BUT JUST THINK ABOUT HOW EMOTIONAL IT WOULD BE IF HE WAS A FREELANCER AGAIN😭😭😭

plus, it’d fix the whole immortality issue ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (ik this is brainrot i just love them sm)

I'm currently writing Darlin's death scene while listening to "I Found" on repeat and I'm only 300 words in and am already crying.

I present to you: Angel - the one character out of my D.I.P. S.H.I.T.S. trio that isn't either constantly pissed and choking on sarcasm or drowning in paperwork and anxiety even though they have the most traumatic past of the group.

(And yes, D.I.P. S.H.I.T.S is the actual acronym for their paranormal investigators gig. It stands for "Dahlia Investigators of the Paranormal Sort [Hurtful, Intrusive, Traumatizing, and Similar]")

[Yes, I consider myself funny.]

Asher, at some point: Baabe! Can you come to the bathroom??

Baabe, fearing for their ankles: I'm not getting in the shower with you, Ash!

Ash: No, there's a spider on the outside of the door and I can't get out!

Angel, talking about a video game character: Davey, you do not understand, I love them.

David: Good for you- Why are we bringing this up again?

Angel: And I will spend money to get them.

David: Angel no-