Honestly, it's my own fault for turning one of them. I'm pretty sure I dug myself into this hole.
[ He's not excusing the existence of Scott fucking McCall but Jesus H. Christ. Regretting life choices. ]
What do you want to know? Who's dating who? How many hours I sit on my nephew's couch, waiting for someone to ask me some life-or-death threatening question on any given day? Or the general jest of how unbelievably screwed up this place is when it comes to the supernatural?
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[ He's not excusing the existence of Scott fucking McCall but Jesus H. Christ. Regretting life choices. ]
What do you want to know? Who's dating who? How many hours I sit on my nephew's couch, waiting for someone to ask me some life-or-death threatening question on any given day? Or the general jest of how unbelievably screwed up this place is when it comes to the supernatural?