Thanks, fam.
The hormones are magic.
I looked down on my father, not metaphorically, but physically. I landed on the Spring of 269 six and a half feet tall and beefy like only a continuous steroid cycle like puberty could make happen. Barrel chested, bull necked, it looked like my traps wanted to eat my ears and my arms and legs were doing their best impression of flesh colored tree trunks. Between my thicc bod and the thick black hair growing from my head to my toes I completed the standard Mormont transformation into a bear in record time.
Book&Literature · JManM
People keep saying this, but it looks the same to me as usual.
We got to a good enough ending point. Juan is the man who has it all and can fix anything by applying himself correctly.
It all looks normal on my end. Same formatting as every other of the hundreds of chapters I've posted.
I'm working on it. Should have something by Christmas.
I don't know if you know this, but most of human civilization has always existed by lakes, rivers, and the sea. Westeros has the distinct advantage of its waterways all being navigable.
Brandon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his interest piqued. "The new roads are made in the Valyrian style that you and Maekar rediscovered. How are they? Are they better?" he asked.
TV · Illusiveone
Sounds like a reason for FOMO
Oh boy, you underestimate the escalation factor on this story greatly.
Elia plays into Jorah's own sense of superiority and class. From the very beginning we establish that Jorah looks down on everyone around him, and does many things to set himself apart from the defeatism and squalor of The North. Elia is the farthest thing from that one Westeros. She's beautiful, classy, tasteful, ambitious, cut throat, and decisive. Elia is everything he wants in a woman, and he pays for it. What you want and what is good for you are often mutually exclusive.
For love? More like, for simping. It is a deep pain, these feelings. One that is hard to resist. Feelings, those treacherous things, cut right through the walls we build and wreak havoc on the foundational logic of our being. Those who give into their feelings build their lives on shifting sand, and will pay the price over and over until they are finally swept away to their destruction. Those who reject their feelings become hollow shells, caricatures rather than characters in the story of their lives. And they are doomed to failure, due to the cutting nature of emotion. They may seem a cold and calculating person of principle, but in truth the formulas are all complicated by feelings, and always have been.
Game of Thrones: Path of the Hungry Bear
Book&Literature · JManM