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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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its almost midnight but i need to speak my truth.

i would bend over backwards and spread my legs if joe santagato asked me to. there are FEW men that i would do anything for and he is one of them. i am so whipped- head over heels, bra off, jaw open for this man.

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✨girl dinner✨

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This obsession is getting put of hand yall. I want him, and ima have him, so I'm plotting and trying to force my family to move to America so he can fall in love with me somehow

#I'm just a girl with big dreams 😁

I JUST WANT HIM OMGNSHSGEG

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"what do you want for christmas?"

me:

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If I’m a dick rider I’m riding your dick so hard miss place you probably have the biggest dick out there boo 🥰

It drags the ground and makes it difficult for me to walk. I went out for track once, it was a disaster

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Falling asleep on Spencer’s shoulder on the jet, snoring lightly as you finally get some sleep.

Spencer’s been waiting all case for you to sleep properly, but no amount of tea at night and magnesium rich foods helped. The only thing that did it was you wrapping the case up and going home.

Now, he can’t move his shoulder for the next three hours of the flight and finds he doesn’t mind.

Spencer spends time just watching you, taking in the way your chest moves up and down and how your cheek smushed up against his shoulder makes you look delicate and soft.

“She okay?” Derek asks, seeing Spencer’s attention on you so keenly.

“Huh?” Spencer lifts his head, almost like he’d been in a trance. “Yeah she’s okay, just exhausted.”

His hand cradles your head to his shoulder as they move through a bit of turbulence. Derek smiles, a fierce sort of older brother feeling building in his chest.

“Do you think she’ll kill me if I take a photo?” He asks, Spencer shakes his head.

“Let her sleep, Derek.” He boos but walks back to his seat sipping his coffee.

Spencer stretches for his own coffee, frowning when you stir and grab hold of his shirt. “M’right here,” he murmurs, sitting back and pressing his lips to your temple as you settle.

“Okay loverboy!” Emily coos, Spencer rolling his eyes even as he blushes. “You guys going back together? Having a quiet night in?”

Before Spencer can answer, Hotch is chiming in. “Emily,” it’s a warning but the woman lives for teasing you and Spencer.

“What? I just wanna know if she has secretly pink walls with pretty flowers.”

Spencer scoffs, like he’d ever tell them. “Yeah they’re hot pink with white ones.” His thumb strokes your cheek, brushing up against the crush of your eyelashes every so often.

It takes Emily the rest of the flight to realise Spencer was fucking with her and Spencer is comforted by the fact that you have grey walls with posters of all your favourite shows and a couple pieces of artwork, some of pretty flowers; that none of them have seen.

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Greta Van Fleet as these collages:

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they are brothers wow

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need some help?

gifed for me by @readyforthegarden

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anyone remember who wrote Plastic Jesus? I’m pretty sure it was a Jake fic.

I was just listening to the song and it sparked my memory and I wanted to read it!

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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i wanna be saaaaved

emo jake please save me, please save me emo jake

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i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.

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PSA:

sam kiszka deserves forehead kisses