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Sitting in the campus coffee shop, Stella stirred the contents of her cup with a teaspoon while facing the person sitting across from her at the table. “The new semester starts on Monday and I only feel halfway ready. Not to sound like a transplant from 2013, but may the odds be ever in your favor,” she said, raising her cup and anticipating it to be clinked by the other person.

stella couldn’t help but feel slightly more relaxed when celeste mentioned manicures. there wasn't much trouble that could be caused in such a proximity, and honestly, celeste was right -- stella could use the manicure. she tended to bite her nails when she got anxious, and considering she was anxious more often than not, she was looking pretty rough. "i think i can manage that," she said. "i've been meaning to try a nail dip anyway. you've gotta let me buy pizza after so i don't feel like a freeloader."

the sound of celeste’s voice calling her name never failed to have a haunting effect. when stella turned around, her friend’s smile was just like those responsible for so many wreckless nights in their past, which celeste probably remembered much more fondly than she did. she groaned, tilting her head back as she scrambled to think of a lie -- any lie -- that would save her, but alas, she was too slow. “i’m free,” she said, her voice full of self-hatred. “that doesn’t mean you get to kill me, though. i have rights!” 

                       celeste’s day had been so dull. she wanted to do something that she hasn’t done before, yet she didn’t know who she would tag along with her to this little thing she had planned in her mind. she sat comfortably on the couch, trying so hard to think and decide. the suffering didn’t last long, when stella passed by. “stella!” she called out, pulling off a cheshire cat smile when the other girl had turned around at the mention of her name. “got any plans today that you could cancel out for me?” @stellacolls

STELLA: where do you work?! STELLA: i’ll cover your shift, i’ve got your back

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STELLA: does that mean i’m taking over? am i the chosen one? STELLA: AHHH FINALLY!! not that i can say much because i have more neuroscience books than a bitch’ll ever be able to finish STELLA: let me know if you read anything good though, i’m not above squeezing more shit into my bookcase

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STELLA: preach girlfriend STELLA: this bread’s gonna have to get itself, i really cannot be asked

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As Alice curled into Stella, she wrapped her arms around her in turn. “Would it really be that bad, though? Not that I don’t love your family, because trust me, I do. I learn a lot from your mom and your dad’s always a treat.” Being that Stella was a neuroscience major and Alice’s mother was a practicing neuroscientist, it seemed like they had something to talk about more often than not, but how much Stella spoke was a direct correlation to the terms that Alice was on with her parents. Stella’s relationship with her parents was always much more predictable -- her energetic, overzealous, utterly quirky father always found new ways to embarrass her, and her mother, of whom she was practically a direct clone, would shake her head in confusion regarding how they got together in the first place. “Always, pumpkin. You’ll always have a spot wherever I’m at, whether that’s here or Timbuktu.” She rested her head against her friend’s. “Are you sure it’s just family and sabbatical stuff? Is there anything I can do?”

STELLA COLLINS’ BEDROOM !

Located on the third floor of the Delta Psi Delta house, Stella purposely chose a room on the top floor to avoid the hubbub that came with infamous Delta Psi parties. (The idea was good in theory; however, she frequently manages to find herself in the midst of chaos one way or another.) Her room is designed for maximum studying potential, even though she knows she’s never been able to get studying done in any place where she sleeps. 

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STELLA COLLINS, AS SEEN ON TV !

featuring tropes that stella shares with these characters, as outlined by tvtropes.org

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AMY SANTIAGO, BROOKLYN NINE NINE

adorkable badass bookworm the b grade berserk button competition freak go-getter girl inferiority superiority complex love revelation epiphany

RORY GILMORE, GILMORE GIRLS

always someone better cute bookworm deadpan snarker generation xerox girl next door must have caffeine teen genius

ALEX DUNPHY, MODERN FAMILY

brainy brunette determinator extracurricular enthusiast insufferable genius only sane woman surrounded by idiots

STELLA: but the likelihood of me making out with jake gyllenhaal is way higher in my dreams my friend STELLA: i’ve only thought about it a time or two it’s fine

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“Naomi Lewis, you’re a scholar and a saint. Waffle House is an institution and it’s about time I paid it another visit. I’m ready when you are!”

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STELLA: catch me sleeping for the rest of winter break STELLA: 2019 here i come

“The answer to that is always yes. Are we thinking of breakfast food? Don’t hesitate to say no, but some cheesy hashbrowns sound so good.”

“Sooo…I know it’s getting late but I just finished my workout and I’m starving. You in for a little late night food run?”

After a pointless Debate Team practice, Stella invited Rosa out for some drinks to commiserate just how miserably their time had been spent. As much as Stella took pride in the skill she contributed to the team, whoever let it slip that most of the team members were still on campus would never live it down. When they reached their destination, Stella led them up to the bar and took a seat. “Rosa, I don’t ask this of many people,” she said, placing her hands on top of her friend’s as her voice grew desperate, “but will you do some shots with me so I can forget the shitshow that we just endured?”

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Perched with her bottom on the Delta Psi Delta kitchen counter, a pajama-clad, messy bun-wearing Stella Collins nursed a cup of tea, her tiny legs dangling against the cabinet doors. “I think winter breaks bog me down as much as they do because there’s nothing for me to do,” she lamented. “What do you have on deck for the day, Z?”

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