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I can’t handle it 😩🥴 HES SO FINE

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✨don't judge book by it's cover✨

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I’m sorry but I’m not sorry. Of course I ship them what do you expect from me. 😩

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Watches fallout once ** my wallpapers a day later

God he is so fine

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no fancy caption here is derek tasting casey's saliva via a gummy worm with intense eye contact, my roman empire

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"let people be wrong about you" is such good advice that i am unfortunately physically incapable of following. if i am incorrectly perceived by anyone i will simply start ripping things with my teeth

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THIS!

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rodeo with Castiel

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Tree roots following the pattern of concrete footpaths

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yeah.... Michael's sword is flaming alright....

heh heh

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i mean sure, steve's character growth started with nancy, but that doesn't mean nancy is the only reason. she gave him a reason to take a step back and reflect, but the rest is all him. i think it's necessary to point that out.

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i simply had to ❤️✨🩵

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Ideal work schedule:

I show up and am given a list of cognitively engaging but achievable tasks

I complete the list

I leave immedietly

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I hate it when your parents are like “I know you better than you know yourself!” Like no you don’t

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I can't stress enough how much I miss StumbleUpon

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Derek stumbled into the kitchen, reading the clock on the stove. It was two in the morning and he was at home on a Friday night rather than at a party. Definitely not how he pictured his first week at University. He blamed Tina and Stacey. How was he supposed to know the two knew eachother? Or that they were twins? They looked nothing alike! Still, badmouthing him to the whole dorm was a bit much. He’d give it a week for everyone to forget. A groan from the other end of the kitchen startled him from his thoughts. Squinting in the dark, he made out a small form on the ground.

“Casey?”

He turned on the kitchen light and Casey threw her hands in front of her face.

“Nooooo.”

Well, that’s what he thought the garbled response must have meant.

He turned off the light and sat down next to her, the nightlight in the foyer casting a soft orange glow over her.

“Are you just getting back? Now?”

“Yeah.”

Okay that was English, that was a good sign.

“Great, Casey has plans on a Friday night and I don’t.”

“Tina—”

“I don’t need a play by play, I was there,” he replied bitterly. Casey scooted closer, till her head was resting on his thigh. His whole body seized.

“Hey Godzilla, I don’t want your—”

A light snore interrupted him. Still frozen, he took a moment to study her. Her hair was splayed over his lap, she’d curled against the warmth of his thigh. She was wearing pink gloss on her lips. And some other stuff, but it was hard to look away when she used that gloss. He lightly pushed her hair from her forehead.

“Never mind,” he said, softly.

She was still wearing her dress, but managed to take her shoes off. A small, tight dress that was now caressing every inch of her in ways he’d never admit he’d thought about. He looked away quickly and scrambled to take off his own hoodie and draped it over her. She responded by pulling it tighter against her body.

She’d gone out to the dorm mixer, which only newbies went to. Derek wouldn’t have been caught dead at those things. Which made it a perfect place for Casey. He was surprised she had even gotten drunk.

A darker thought hit him. She’d been unresponsive when she got him. Had someone tampered with her drink? Damn, he should have gone with her! She definitely smelled like beer. He looked frantically and found her phone under her arm. He used her fingerprint to unlock it. There was a message from someone named Vanessa.

So much fun meeting you Casey! I put your keys on your front desk when I brought you home. Text me to tomorrow so I know you’re alive after those two beers!

Derek’s shoulders relaxed. The lightweight had just gotten drunk for the first time. He tried to ignore the way his heart beat loudly and painfully at the thought of anything happening to Casey.

He looked down at her sleeping form. She smiled in her sleep, and his heart leapt into his throat. With a trembling hand he caressed her cheek.

“I’m fucked, aren’t I?” He whispered.