#ship texts

[teebsbutyoudontknow]

[inafieldofdaisies]

Ship Edit | Maxwell x Penelope | Ship: A Chance Encounter with Lady Love | inspo

@socially-awkward-skeleton @derelictheretic @imogenkol

@cassietrn @strangefable @voidika @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather

@trench-rot @purplehairsecretlair @theelderhazelnut

@raresvtm @simonxriley @cloudofbutterflies92 @killyourrdarlingss @direwombat

@g0dspeeed @la-grosse-patate @shellibisshe @aceghosts

@elligatorrex @mkdecimation @carlosoliveiraa @simplegenius042

[dumbbelle]

🐘  #Jeongcheol (feat. fed up Boo) [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Request: ✔  (Mayonnaise Anon) || Masterlist

Seungkwan pointed his toothbrush accusingly in the direction of their fretting leader, who until this point had curled himself into a ball and settled in the corner of their bathtub (just imagine the freight that Seungkwan had to experience when he only wanted to brush his teeth). “You know, the two of you really need to move out,” the younger said, spitting his toothpaste into the sink. “Your bullshit drama is starting to clog up my pores,” he continued to complain, poking at his face in the mirror. Seungcheol, whom had enough pride as if to pretend he wasn’t just nearly on the edge of tears, smoothed out his shirt as he climbed out of the tub.

“What? Afraid Hansol won’t 'help you with dance’ anymore if your pores are clogged?” Seungcheol answered pettily, leaving before Seungkwan could get a word in. Seungkwan sputtered, pouting his lips as he started his daily moisturizing routine, muttering to himself angrily.

“At least I’m not second place to some Otome game. There ain’t anything mystical about you.”

{{This was?? Less cracky than I originally set out to be?? Someone tell me if I’m good at this >.< – Belle}}