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Pidge/Pudge | 23 | biracial | he/they pronouns
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Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming.

- THE ROAD, by Cormac McCarthy

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Me, constantly whispering at my computer screen: but Dorian my boy as we move through this area surrounded by the people who live in this area can you be chill, sensitive, and cultural respectful for ten fucking seconds

Dorian, in the middle of the avvar village: EVERY AVVAR STATUE I SEE IS THE UGLIEST ONE THAT I HAVE SEEN YET

Me, just tired, not even surprised: but Dorian my boy can you be yourself but quiet

That Dorian becomes an ambassador is buckwild considering the sheer amount of elegant tactlessness he extends to literally every culture, country, and individual he encounters

Dorian walking into the Thedas UN like “what up your countries are all rustic, cold, and destroy the flavor of every meal you touch, but on the other hand, my country is decadent, corrupt, and evil, and they kicked me out again. What a shitty continent we share. Could someone please direct me to a spare bedroom, I live here now”

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