Made this image a few months ago and I feel like this is still very accurate to how I feel about "Beta Ambrosius was so much better!! We were robbed" take😬
(I'm speaking about the design/LOOKS specifically, not the character - campy Ambrosius from the novel is one of my favorite things abt the novel itself)
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you're a third rate dragon with a fourth rate kobold clan
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I’m not gonna answer any negative messages I get in my inbox bc I want this blog to stay as positive as possible🫶🏼
But the fact that someone went through not one, BUT BOTH of my masterlists, only to then tell me that Pedro pascal is ugly, they find what I write ridiculous, and that I should touch some grass is insanely funny to me
Like… what did you look for to find my blog. You had to look for something that I write otherwise you wouldn’t have stumbled upon my writing😭 so who’s really the person that should touch some grass
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petit(e) ami(e) = boyfriend/girlfriend
小朋友 = kid
both literally mean “little friend”
this could cause issues
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I know this is a tiny part of the wider problems born of diet culture, fatphobia, classism, and racism but like god the idea that "healthy" food must inherently taste bad has completely ruined us as a society.
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Whether you're aware or not, your words can cause heartbreak
You never know what someone is going through and give them a break and space until they're ready to open up
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Don't overshare. Everyone is not your friend.
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cockwarming price in his office but it’s all about the visceral need to be closer. it’s sensual, yes, but it’s not teasing nor desperate; just him rubbing your back as you sink down his cock, swallowing it whole and letting it nestle deep in you. he murmurs his praises, affection heavy on his tongue, before he continues his work; sorting out files with monotony, if not for the way you’re wrapped around him, so warm, so good. you breathe through your mouth, your cheeks tingling with warmth at every twitch because god, john’s reaching so far and so deep in you; it’s both so much and not enough. your nails bite at his fatigues as you try to nuzzle closer. and it’s all this dizzying buzzing warmth—skin against skin, muscle against muscle, his bulk against your fat.
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