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H33y Ard33n! I'm just writing to t33ll you I hav33 b33n making SO MUCH T33A! Lik33 way to much. I think I got carri33d away trying to mak33 my own kind of t33a r33cip33...
“HaVe you noW? I am glad your enjoying tea so much, you should let me try some of your blends.” “If you find that your making too many you could perhaps sell them in the city market place and maybe make a feW caegars out of it”
The idea that someone is chaotic and violent in all other aspects of their life except for their significant other is so simplistic and honestly silly. That’s like a badly written romance novel. He’s an inherently violent character - it’s going to slip though at moments of stress. I don’t know why people are surprised at this. The books are written as a history book with no intimate details so people have actually just applied fanon to Daemon.
Yeah I agree with what you say. I just was extremely surprised when he started choking her because the whole season was built up where rhaenyra and daemon had this sort of tenderness between them. but you’re super right about him being unhinged and that bleeding over into assaulting rhaenyra. Guess I got stuck in the fandom lore after all.
@mo-bu replied to your post: im lonely, no one will hire me bc im fat and...
arden im really sorry i know how frustrating this is im not getting hired for similar reasons too but please know.its not always going to be like this and youll get out ans be with people you love soon
i hope ;-; ty rey it just. makes me hate everything about myself that people would judge me so quickly and i just want to work and make money and live with my friends
i've tried, hun, but the messages never seem to go through! i'm assuming it's due to whatever deadzones you go through while adventuring, but still, it'd be nice to see ya again
“Yea and I usually forget to tell folks or leaVe some automated message telling eVeryone that I’m out adVenturing. I reely should considering there are some folks that like talk to me noW a days.”“Artifact and treasure hunting requires myself to go to some pretty obscure and often in the middle of noWhere places. I just got hiVe recently. But a lunch or somfin Would be nice, break myself back in to socializing With folks again”
...Why do our 33y33s suck?
“Whale in my case, it’s mostly because When I Was young I had an accident that resulted in me being effectiVely blind. Which is Why I fuss about my glasses When they break or or lost. I haVe to haVe them specially made or all I see is a sea of disgusting nauseating colors and nofin else.
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"You don't have the guts to kiss me." Arden scoffed as she looked at the male in front of her- Rory? Was that his name? She'd avoid saying it in case it was the wrong one. Not like anyone at this run-down party would care, everyone seemed to be too far gone already. Arden had been tempted to take another drink herself, but at the same time she didn't really know anyone there, and didn't feel comfortable getting shitfaced.
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Arden couldn't say that Dallas was her every dream in a man. She couldn't say she was happy when he disappeared for days on end, only to turn up again with a half-assed excuse. She couldn't say she was pleased about him going out to drink without her, without telling her, and then having to take care of him when he returned trashed as hell. The evasive comments, the open vulgarities, the sometimes unrequited advances-- no, Arden couldn't say that Dallas was perfect by any means.
Yet no matter which way she looked at it, she loved him. She loved curling into him on nights spent sleeping together, she loved feeling his warm body pressed against hers on cold nights when her heating system didn't work, she loved sharing her drinks and faking her anger when he downed the rest of it, she loved playing with his hair and massaging the back of his neck, she loved the stolen kisses and trails of fire his lips left on her skin.
But she knew him. And she knew that when she woke up, hearing rustling as he got dressed, something was wrong. "Going where, exactly?" She blinked groggily, trying to disperse some of the post-sleep haze. She caught a look at his face before he turned around, heading for the door, and her stomach suddenly twisted into knots. Something was different. She didn't like it when he left during the night, and she sure as hell didn't want him to leave now. "Dally, no, wait!" She scrambled out of bed and ran after him, meeting him at the door. "Where are you going? Why are you leaving?" She choked out.
"Alcohol and mistletoe"
"This is my favorite kind of whiskey." She glanced up at him, her face slowly breaking into a knowing smile. "But just for the added in mistletoe...I think I'm willing to share tonight." She held up the mistletoe, standing on her toes to make it higher than both of them.
"First kiss of the night?" She grinned at him.
