#wxtscn

[hqdonna]

*  ◞   𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭   ›   𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑜𝑛   .   🏊🏼‍♂️

𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚   :   i   saw   ur   ig   post   .   training   again   ? 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚   :   that’s   what   i’m   mf   talkin’   abt   👏🏻

[wydmariana]

                 ╰ ˚･ﾟ ♡  𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓  @wxtscn​  !

she was so happy to be home . spending the last 3 months in la to finish her album were productive   & definitely fun , but it wasn’t the same as being at home in the city with her real   friends . mariana’s last few days had been incredible . she really had forgotten how amazing it felt to release music ,  &  after the reaction her single got , she was so antsy to release her album .  it was pretty late ,&  she was just at home messing with some tracks when she heard a knock on her door . the brunette furrows her brows slightly , placing her glass down  &   shuffling over to her front door .  she looks in the camera next to it to see who it was first ,  &  as soon as she spotted watson standing out there in the cold , mari immediately opened the door for him .  “  hey ... “  she says , furrowing her brows slightly .  “  are you okay  ? ”

[pearlfm]

    being in a rush but stopping for coffee first: the pearl buchanan story. there was no real need to be in a rush seeing as her nail appointment wasn’t for another three hours , but she was the type of person to try and schedule her day around one thing. as she was stuck in her own thoughts , she realized there was a coffee cup sitting at the bar without a claim. ocean hues looked around the place to see if anyone was waiting , but it seemed like it was supposed to be hers. with a shrug , she grabbed the paper cup off the counter but before taking a sip , she realized the name on the cup was DEFINITELY not her’s. “ hey , “ she greeted to the male next to her , a cup absent in his hand as well. “ are you w— “ her heart skipped a beat , then two , as she looked up at him , all the thoughts flooding back into her memory like a wave crashing to shore. “ watson ?  like , watson young ?  “ // @wxtscn​

[eltvns]

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉. // @wxtscn​

        “ i can’t believe you’re somehow still not getting ‘round that good. shouldn’t the brace be off by now ? or, like, some kind of progress ? “ elton inquired as he kicked his feet up onto the coffee table in front of him. it was far too high end for his taste because the brunet wasn’t brought up with things like this, he wasn’t used to having furniture that cost more than his first car, so he was still unable to take care of things properly. his friend, who was quite a bit taller than him with a bicep the size of both of elton’s arms was supposed to be going to physical therapy, but the male had a hunch that wasn’t happening. being so active with sports and so accustomed to injuries of some sort, he knew there would be some sort of recovery this far into it. “ anyway. how was italy for you ? i didn’t see you at all. i.. laid low, drank way too many margaritas, made out with my buddy on accident, and came back to new york early. i think i gained a few pounds from those drinks. “