#sunford

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tag game! found this adorable picrew where you can kiss your fave

tagging @jasonsmirrorball @teddybeartoji @orchidsangel (no pressure!) and anyone else that wants to join in!

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＃jaysun

jason todd x sunnie red wine on rooftop patios, polaroids stuck to the fridge, second hand books, burnt fingers from fresh baked goods, midnight laughter, his and hers bookmarks, eating fast food at 3 in the morning in the parking lot, fresh lipstick stains, bear hugs

＃sunford

conrad oxford x sunnie morning dew, first love, temple kisses, linen curtains caught in the breeze, champagne bubbles, handwritten letters, cocktail dresses, freshly brewed tea, jazz music, outdoor picnics, bridal carried home when my heels are too high, slow mornings, fingers buried in a borrowed sweater

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just to be clear, sunford is bi for bi

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hi sunnie!!! it’s august 16 for me and i was wondering, what is going on in the jay-sun household!! what are the vibes?

also a question for sunford: what are a few images that you feel capture your selfship’s vibes?

love u!!

Ro darling, I’m always so excited to see you in my inbox 💕

The birthday boy is getting a nice, lazy lie in. I’ve called in a few favours so the other bats will cover his patrol and we’ll have all day and night to celebrate ;) I’m making French toast for brunch and I can’t keep Jason out of the kitchen long enough to stop him from trying to prep toppings. He keeps trying to take the knife from me because he thinks I’ll cut myself instead of the fruit again (it’s only happened once!) and I let him just so I can concentrate on flipping the bread back into the pan instead of onto the countertop. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve got two tickets to the movies in my purse for the afternoon showing at the little indie theatre, the kind where the ticket counter is the same as concession stand and there’s only one screen. We’ll get popcorn and M&Ms to share. After the credits roll, we’ll stop at the ice cream parlour on the way home and I’ll get some on his nose when I try to share a bite with him. He’ll joke about ruining our dinners and I’ll pinky promise not to tell. Today is just for the two of us, sunshine yellow and sweet. Dinner with his family later will be a little more complicated, but Alfred’s got my recipe for lemon pie to serve as dessert. My annotated copy of the Scarlet Pimpernel and a new whetstone sit wrapped at the back of our closet. I’ve saved his presents for later tonight, something to look forward to if the weight of his family becomes difficult to handle. And if I got a little something for me for his birthday, well he’ll enjoy unwrapping that gift all night.

This is my little Sunford mood board I’ve been working on:

It’s the kind of love that makes you ask each other if you had met before, in another life or dream perhaps. Trembling hands of a first love and the gentle ache of a last love.

Thank you so much for the questions 💋 💋 💋

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sunnie your ask was so delightful so I’m here to return the favor!

I know pretty much nothing about conrad, so would you be so kind as to tell me a little bit about a day in the life of sunford? 💛

hello mags 💕 i'm so happy you had fun with those questions!

conrad's a secondary character from the king's man, a movie that didn't really become big on tumblr but i love him anyway. i have been mulling over this question for a while, thank you so much for asking it!

(if he survived) conrad goes into the family business, politics and espionage. usually that means long hours and frequent work trips, but we've worked out a routine so the absences don't feel so terrible. if he's there in the morning, we eat together. we take turns picking the tea for our shared pot; he likes darjeeling and i prefer earl grey. he reads the paper while i swim towards consciousness and when i've consumed enough tea to finally resemble a human being i tease him for it until he laughingly puts it down and pays attention to me.

if conrad doesn't make it home for breakfast, he makes a point to be there at night. he's a terrible cook but he's trying to learn. luckily knife skills are transferable and he's happy to chop whatever ingredient i put in front of him. dinner is for catching up with each other, good food washing away the stress of the day. the evenings are for us. curling up into each other without the world looking in, soft words and gentle hands. time to laugh over new movies picked at random or cry over new poetry bought on the way home from the airport. home is where we come together.

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going a little bit insane over the height differences for my self ships