If there's two or more of me, I can be married. I am how taste is carried. I can vary based on style. I have no social media but can have a profile.

Lay the stones, stack them high, like a pie in the sky. Brick by brick, dreams take flight, a sturdy home to sleep at night.

Calm or not, this riddle is a rat, stuck in one.

Painful for some, yet mild for many I've been a girl but never a nanny Wrath is what might a captain say is sin A burning sensation that does not come with gin

A hero's trait, With it, the walk into shadows, Though danger may loom. A bravery of heart and will. I cannot erase fear- I stand by it's side. Do you know what I am in all my might?