No, I’m not making a play on that awesome K-Mart “Ship my pants” commercial, as brilliant as it is. I’m talking about fangirl-shipping. Pairing people. Let’s just say that my real life OTP FINALLY GOT TOGETHER, AMEN. Even when he was dating another girl they were practically a thing. Best friends, attached at the hip, always taking silly pictures together and posting them on Facebook…those guys.
And this morning as I am happily scrolling through my feed I notice that my dear, gorgeous, perfect, adorable friend Mel (I love her to bits and think she’s basically the bomb diggity) has added a life event: She is in a relationship with Bailey. THANK THE GOOD THOR.
Those two are the cutest thing ever. I know a lot about Mel’s love life (having played Cupid for her once upon a time) and I know that together, she and Bailey (yes it’s a boy) could probably take over a small country without much more than their cuteness and rule it happily together for many years.
I should write about that. I am going to write about that.
I ship Bel. Bel is my OTP.