As I will most assuredly never write this, I release it to the masses.
Untitled WenPines Outline
Dipper and Mabel are sharing an apartment in Seattle, both mid-20s and post-college, both using their talents to work their way up the ranks of indie film production, both boinking each other on the downlow.
Wendy had taken six months off work to thru-hike the Pacific Crest Trail northbound, with Dipper and Mabel serving as her support team out of Seattle. The twins happily received Wendy’s progress reports via cellphone and (in some locations) emergency satellite phone, and helped manage her hiking blog, while also arranging shipments of supplies and equipment to supply stations on her route. When they received the dreaded call that she had to quit, barely a hundred miles shy of the Canadian border, they picked her up from the trail, got her to a clinic, and invited her to stay in her apartment until she figured out her next plan. Mabel offered her bedroom; Dipper took the couch so Mabel could have his room(technically their study; Dipper’s bed was mostly for show).
holy shit
non-suspicious 