#➤ 𝚇𝚅𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 ┊ marin gunderson.

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why? why is she? ughhhh.

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𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 holding out captain!/sea-god!/siren!/TLM/monster!Westley and siren!Marin out in humble offering because of the return of Our Flag Means Death.

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 :

Mostly because I think people probably tend to presume that Westley is taller than he is. Francis is 5'10, Westley and Luci are 5'8, Marin is 5'2 and Mariano is 6'3. When I call Westley a little shit I mean it in the sense that he is wee (but strong). And now he wants to fight me. (Also Marin is adorably short just only saying.) Mariano just carries everyone around.

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𝟓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄.

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬.

annie's song by john denver ( @batteredoptimist 's james) ; la vie en rose by daniela andrade ; shallow originally by gaga (nonny's muriel) ; may i by trading yesterday (**bonus: singin in the rain, a cover)

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲.

star of the county down high kings cover (nonny's james) ; run by delta rae ; for the dancing and the dreaming by erutan (another for james) ; a whistling lad by hound and fox ; follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie (nonny's muriel)

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧.

song of the sea ashley serena cover ; somewhere out there (from an american tail OW) ; hallelujah by leonard cohen but this version's my favorite ; over the rainbow by mree ; blackbird by the beatles

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞.

habanera from carmen ; belle's villain song by lydia the bard ; petit papillon by eurielle ; so this is love sneha cover (her voiceclaim) ; mr. brightside halocene cover (**bonus: all the things she said, tatu)

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨.

mary on a cross by ghost ; orpheus by sara bareilles (nonny's romana) ; tomorrow by sr-71 ; artillery by infected mushroom ; the blowers daughter giulia falcone cover (nonny's muriel)

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐫𝐚𝐬.

achilles come down by gang of youths ; 21 guns by green day ; welcome to the black parade by my chemical romance ; the hanging tree from the hunger games ; battlefield by svrcina

  **bonus playlists : (francis.) (westley.) (marin.) (lucienne.) (mariano.)

Tagged by : @velvetnviolentviolets (thank you! ♡ )

Tagging: @batteredoptimist (james & muriel) ; @imprvdente (all of the versions of fish? or at least the ones you want!) ; @astremourante ; @angerworn & @eltriador ; @wehavefoundthestars ; @charroblanco ; @florietiae (raven!) ; @sylkshe ; @asoulofstars & you, all of you - and tag me!!

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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 who wished Westley and Marin a happy birthday. Today has been a bit of a rough day, and those well wishes made it a bit better, so thank you dearly, I appreciate you. ♡

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to @batteredoptimist for being my best friend, partner in so much not-crime, my co-author and my sounding board. Thank you for loving these hellions like they're your own. They absolutely love you right back. Thank you for indulging in my ideas, for the love, for bringing our worlds and characters to life through our discussions, through our writing and through your gorgeous art... and for asking about my sailor boy all that time ago. Of all of the things I am grateful to Westley for, I think my favorite is that he brought us closely together. That means a lot to me, and so do you. You should always, always know that.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to @dutyworn and @wehavefoundthestars for sending asks today. Those made me feel very warm and fuzzy and cared about. Thank you both for showing interest in Westley and Marin both and helping me grow in their development and put them in different situations. Thank you for believing in my writing enough to give original characters a chance when I come from big canon blogs.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to @unfinishedbusincss for wishing them an early birthday last week because I broke out the limoncello (oops!). Thank you for coming back to Tumblr and being here. Thank you for giving me every single reason in the world to poke at Marin's siren lore and explore her in new ways (and for allowing Westley to torture Izzy and Ed, although admittedly I think Westley's the one being tortured right now and he kinda likes it.) Thank you for trusting me with your Anne. I hope to do these two badass ladies so much justice, and I can't wait to meet more of your muses as they make their way into the world of Tumblr.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to @imprvdente for sending a sweet birthday message and for always having AMAZING ideas for me to mull over and think about. It's because of things like that I get excited and see so much potential in all of my muses. Because you see the potential in them too. I'm really glad we met. I really admire your writing and am glad you gave my crew a chance and that you're as excited to explore the depths of their connections as I am. I am seriously so unbelievably excited to explore the worlds we're creating. Also, your message really meant a lot to me today, thank you.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to those of you who liked my birthday post for them: @ofburningsouls ; @sacrivoiced ; @spynorth & @sylkshe in addition to the other lovely people I just mentioned. Don't ever think that being kind and hitting the heart doesn't make a difference, it absolutely does. Thank you for your care.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    Thank you to Westley and Marin's writing partners. I'm not going to tag all of you because I don't want to accidentally forget anyone. Thank you to every single person who has encouraged me to grow as a writer and a person. Thank you also for those who are making eyes emojis at Westley and Marin and haven't reached out yet. I am so grateful to all of you, and appreciate the hell out of you being here.

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and my oh my what a someday that'll be.

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                            ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── for @wehavefoundthestars ; a chance encounter.

        𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐓 — but Marin finds that she doesn’t entirely mind. It’s one of those rare, stolen away kinds of moments that she wouldn’t replace for the world. Almost always, there is something to do, somewhere to be — and she is meant to act accordingly. Here, she is no one but this tiny and insignificant being, under the starry night sky. She had admired them once, the stars — delighting in the way they burn so brightly from so far. They so rarely shine in London, she’s found — even though they’re far enough out of the city. Often it rains, and when it doesn’t rain, there’s still the looming threat of it in the clouds overhead, gray and falling into line with the rest of the world in black and white. Even the circus tents match the color scheme; but then, this isn’t any other circus.

       Luther Prescott is a man of wealth — and all of the luxuries that wealth can afford him. He’s built this circus as an art exhibit — not something for children; but rather, a place one can go to witness real magic, diluted to seem as though it’s just lighting and choreography. A trick of the mind. But it’s beautiful nevertheless. Never mind of course that the mythical theme in his shows is because those in his service are mythical creatures. Marin hadn’t known that she had siren blood before meeting her....boss? Investor? Boyfriend? Whatever it is that he thinks that she is. In any case, Luther had been wealthy enough to free her from Dominik — but though her cage is bigger now, it is still simply that. If Luther weren’t out of town, she wouldn’t be spared moments like this — listening to footfalls on the snow, one pair moving closer than the rest as she watches the steam of her breath hit the air.

        Within the circus, she spins on her aerial hoop in beautiful, mesmerizing acts where she sings, transfixes the audience until they all feel happy and vaguely drunk (a party trick that Luther uses to his advantage) — and at the end of her spins and swings, she plummets into a large tank of saltwater and transforms into what she’s apparently always been — different — with the added bonus of a tail. She has legs now though, and she bunches them up as she sits up on the bench to make room. Luther doesn’t like her talking to people. But then — Luther isn’t here. “An adventurer come to brave the cold with me?” she teases gently, the glitter of her makeup shining in the moonlight.

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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 (𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒), 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍.

who are proof that beautiful things can rise from the ashes of tragedy.

                            ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── for their birthday, please feel free to comment here if you want, or send an ask. we'll try to be active as we can in responding to birthday asks, but they're absolutely not mandatory. thank you all for celebrating them and giving them a place to grow, and most especially thank you to @batteredoptimist, without whom both of them would be nothing more than a vague idea.

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in case anyone was wondering what my siren girl sounds like — this is the closest i've found to a voiceclaim for her song. it's not 100% perfect but it's close. ♡

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your famous last words.

stolen from : @hstoryhuh steal it & tag me! ♡

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𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

repost. don't reblog. bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies.

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

tagged by: @luckhissoul (thank you! ♡) tagging: anyone who hasn't done it! (tag me so i can see?)

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    “𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞! 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤! 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫! 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤!” [𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲]

                            ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝟒𝟎𝟒 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. ( @tatteredxsails )

       𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 that giggling is only going to make matters worse. When she’d set out to become a pirate — this isn’t exactly what she’d had in mind. It’s a joke, the whole lot of it. The problem is that it’s a rather funny one — and she’s found herself endeared to them all and their incompetence in the time that they’ve spent together. “Oh, come on now, Captain,” she teases gently, “It doesn’t look any more ridiculous than the suits. Besides, it’s just hair — it’ll, you know, grow back. It’s what hair does. It isn’t my fault you thought I knew what I was doing just because I’m a woman. I did choose piracy over beauty, probably should have tipped you off. I just thought it might be fun. And think about it this way — everyone’s sure to pay attention to you now. And laugh! Laughing’s good — great morale for the crew. I could — try to fix it...” she adds on, holding up the scissors with a sly grin, which only makes a little giggle spill out after all.

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I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, Feel my tears as they dry.

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i love her, your honor. ♡

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    ‘ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ’ ~𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧

                              ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝟒𝟎𝟒 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.. ( @realmyths )

       𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘, a tender and pretty thing that’s been trained into her with such efficiency that the illusion of happiness and beauty even reaches her eyes, “I lie to everyone,” she offers mildly, only slightly apologetic in her tone. It is her nature, after all — Marin’s beauty keeps up the illusion that she belongs to this life full of wealthy investors, or, in this woman’s case — people that her boss wants to become an investor. She can’t say she’s ever been given over to a woman for such a purpose before, but there’s a first time for everything. 

     It’s not always intimacy they want, even when it’s the men — sometimes it’s merely a companion, someone to talk to. Marin’s task is figuring out which version of her they want her to be in order to get Dominik what he wants. She’s an incredible actress, and this is the first time someone has ever called her on it. It surprises her enough that her gaze falters. Dominik will tell people that her eyes are the color of gemstones and riches — but Marin knows that they’re just broken sea glass — eroded in time to look pretty. 

     “It isn’t personal,” she continues, moving her manicured fingertips over the cool windowsill. It’s nighttime — and if she wishes hard enough, she could almost see the stars. “I find that most people tend to prefer pretty lies to ugly truths.” Not that she could ever tell the truth, regardless. There are tells that she doesn’t belong in this world, though she knows all of the right things to say and do. She’d been educated as such by a governess — but isn’t around people much to get rid of the natural fidgeting, her fingers plucking at the simple necklace around her neck that she never takes off. In the end, people see what they want to see, and that’s all right — she wouldn’t know any other way of being, even if she were to try.

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 :

BOLD what applies to your muse, ITALIZE if there's potential / it depends. Repost, don't reblog.

holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publically confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from meal)

holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publically confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives (not him driving please god) · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee (more than likely with a stolen card but)· mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them (it's probably a goofy song) · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from meal)

holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publically confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives (just not her driving) · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from meal)

holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publically confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from meal)

holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publically confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from meal)

Tagged by: @fiirstnephalem (thank you!! ♡ ) Tagging: i could no sooner choose a favorite star in all of the heavens. so. all of you.