we literally Should learn to speak in a language that rich people who don't dream can't comprehend.
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"Little girl, your honesty and pluck have made me a friend, and that's rarer than a lover; it's more unselfish anyhow."
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when i say cringefail legolas sexy gimli i don’t mean legolas is some ugly incompetent elf while gimli is some suave alpha dwarf. i mean that when the dwarfs of erebor travelled to mirkwood for a week to discuss gimli’s engagement to their prince, legolas tried to wear his hair loose and unbraided like his father in a bid to seem more regal but in the middle of a training exercise he shot off an incredible bow shot at the expense of getting a handful of his hair caught and launched with the arrow to his Complete embarrassment & everyone else’s mirth- and gimli was just like “ach… would you look at that… like the golden leaves from the most beauteous autumn tree flowing in the air, there goes his fine hair, flowing in the breeze- nae a sight more beautiful to be seen seconds before death than those golden strands flying.” and all the dwarfs start “oooing” and “ahhhing” at his poetry while legolas is standing there with a chunk of his hair sticking out of his head like 🧍
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my SECOND piece for the @mcytblraufest !!
this time, for @theminecraftbee 's fic, [ SOLVING COUNTING SHEEP ] !! i had so much fun trying to settle on what scene to draw that i ended up with uh. Major Spoilers. dont worry about it! youll know it when you see it.
was genuinely an honor to work on this with Second, @seawaveleo, and @strifetxt !! o7
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charles leclerc + lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos!
and i hope next week is better for you <3
"I can't..." you huff, dropping from your tip-toes flat onto your feet. An extra couple inches wasn't going to help you, not with half a dozen people--all a head taller than you--stood in front of your frame.
You sigh, put a hand on the shoulders of the men on either side of you--Charles and Riccardo--and then you jump, putting using them as leverage to attempt to hoist yourself up higher.
Unfortunately, you were severely underestimating your own upper body strength, and do little to aid yourself outside of getting the attention of both guys.
Riccardo laughs. And so does Charles, but only one of them offer you any help. "What are you doing?" Charles says, the threat of another laugh in the back of his throat. His lips are upturned into a smile, and his are dimples deep as ever.
You glare up at him, gesturing to the sea of backs in front of you. "I'm not tall enough."
"And you had to take my shoulder down with you?" He jokes, feigning pain, massaging the joint. You roll your eyes and cross your arms decidedly over your chest. He laughs again, at you or at his own joke, you're not sure. "C'mere," he says, but he's the one who does all the moving.
He lowers himself into a near-squat, loops an arm around the back of your thighs, and tells you to hold on. One of your arms wraps around his neck, the other clings to the material of his sweatshirt, and you let out a giggle when he hoists you up into the air.
Your head is now more than level with everyone else in the group, and you rest your head against his, just in time for the woman taking the group picture to shout, "Smile!"
grab a bite (sized fic)
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