Redacted Brain-Rot

Whenever Darlin sits on his lap Sam rocks their hips back and forth, pretty much subconsciously at this point

If they’re sat the other way his hands still always lay on his hips/thighs

Darlin is very very good at special awareness, this makes them very good at parking.

They are also somewhat clumsy at the same time, they don’t bump into things or people but will trip over their own feet.

Sam likes it cause it means he can catch them. Sometimes he watches them just to see if there is gonna be an opportunity for it.

Sam puts his clothes in the dryer before wearing them sometimes when Darlin’s away.

Neither of their handwriting is very legible. Sam’s in more of cursive way. Darlin in a ‘those aren’t even words’ way

Sam does in fact keep a photo of Darlin’ in his wallet

His wallet is falling apart, he does not want a new one.

Darlin doesn’t own one, they keep things in their pockets and constantly accidentally wash their change.

Darlin’s work out playlist is full of pure garbage. It’s just a mess, you could play it at a rave and some people would still leave.

They really like blackbird by the Beatles though

Sometimes they both just sit in the couch watching old music videos/performances on YouTube together

Sam’s seat on the couch has a genuine imprint of his booty

Nobody had wanted this job.

Sweetheart hadn’t been surprised when their co-workers had snubbed their noses at it, not even chancing the file a second glance.

Capturing a low-life drug dealer wasn’t exactly unusual for the Department, nor was it a large achievement. Certainly not a task you should waste your time on, if you could help it.

But Sweetheart couldn’t help their curiosity getting the better of them. They’d always had a thing for the underdog.

Besides, their priority would always be to keep Dahlia safe, even if they had to push down their competitive nature to remember that sometimes.

Picking up the abandoned file and taking it to their desk, Sweetheart prepared for the usual. A man seen around parking lots leaning through car windows or a woman spending suspicious amounts of time in club bathrooms. It had only taken them a few sips of coffee and a skim read of the first page however, to realise that the summary of the case had been deceiving.

A new drug. One that enhanced your core, giving empowered people more energy to use their abilities. The perp, a young Sonal-Energetic, estimated to be between 5’9-5’11 and in his early 20’s, had been photographed around academies in Dahlia, dealing to college athletes.

There was no possible way that this man had singularly created and distributed this drug.

He was the bottom of the food chain, hunched posture and frequenting the same places, not markers of an experienced criminal.

‘Easy pickings’ as their superior would say, and if Sweetheart could be the one to arrest and question him then they’d be first choice for taking down the rest of the operation.

Sure, arresting a drug dealer wasn’t a career defining moment.

The attainment of taking down an entire empowered drug ring however, just might be.

Aviors confession that he brought Starlight into the hellscape

Waiting for the inversion videos to drop

Sweetheart giving Milo literal head In the car (now fucking sleep aids get banned 😔 we didn’t realise how good we had it)

Gavins, ‘oh, oh’

‘Scratch it with me’

Kody literally sacrificing people to the shades ?!?!!

Darlin’ pausing the game the millisecond Asher mentioned the name ‘Gabe’

Vincent talking to stranger in the queue

When we got all of those non-canon damn squad BA’s and each of them lost control of their magic

When Milo finally shifted again

‘Drive safe’

Did I mention ‘scratch it with me’ ?

Asher talking about his ‘pack of friends’

Lasko seeking out the fucking 7/11 Gavin was working at 😭😭

The great purge of September 22, rip 🕊️

Imp!Vega explaining to pet what to do if the plan doesn’t work. To tell everyone he’d forced them to be with him

‘SCRATCH IT WITH ME?’ ARE YOU INSANE ?

Vincent being actually cracked at the start of his playlist. Why are you in my house? 🧍🏼‍♀️

Sam giving Darlin’ a key as soon as he realised they’d been waiting outside of his house

Morgan making breakfast

The Aaron & Elliot brother theory confirmation

Sam booping Darlin’s nose

Adam hiding lovely in the most traumatising place for Vincent to find them

Huxley breaking down because Xavier’s parents couldn’t welcome him back home

Blake and Besties make out sesh

Finding out that vampires and shifters have a history of hating each other

‘You feel like sunlight’

Milo’s dress sock rant

You shouldn’t have been shocked by it, the vampire had chosen to keep Quinns companionship for years, of course she was fucked in the head.

Pulling and slicing you apart like a ragdoll as you struggled to regain your footing. Not your best performance, but you made it out.

Keeping a weapon on you is only useful if you’ve got a good grip and God knows you’ve never been able to let go.

That vampire’s dagger protection had just as quickly become her undoing, as you’d shifted from under her grasp and unarmed her. Blindly punching and pulling as you quite literally fell apart.

A jagged cut down the entire length of your spine.

It was new. You had that to thank her for at least. That bruised ache across your body had become numb to you, boring almost. This, this stung like a bitch.

You’d tried to glue it. Reaching behind you to pull and stick your skin together like you were something out of a Tim Burton movie. Each time you joined your shoulder blades in search of healing, you just ended up ruining what had already been mended. Your flesh tearing apart over and over again despite your efforts to accomplish the opposite.

You weren’t sure where this tolerance to pain of yours had come from. You still remembered the first time you’d gotten sick without your mother there and although loathe to admit it, all you wanted was her side to nuzzle in and her sweet voice, however hoarse it had become over the years, to tell you it was all going to be okay. That the bad feeling would have an end.

Now, you couldn’t recognise yourself without hurt. Because that pain was the only thing keeping you present, keeping you from fading behind that flaming anger you’d tended since you were young.