I cannot actually name my firstborn son Rhaego. That would not be acceptable to anybody so I should really just stop thinking about it…right now…
I just went on a 10 minute spiel to my mom about how she should read my hard copies of the Game of Thrones books that I’m leaving behind.
I regret nothing.
There have been a few people who have argued with me over how much slack to cut Sam.
I’m personally of the mind that he needs to learn to stand up for himself. That it’s his outlook that’s the problem, not his situation.
Points raised against this are that:
-His father hates him, and after an emotionally brutal upbringing he is being robbed of his birthright.
-He’s less imposing on a physical level, he’ll never be able to stand out as a fighter
-His true talent lies in scholarship, and we shouldn’t judge him on his capacity to deal with the outside world
To that I have only one thing to say:
Observe a gentleman who was dealt quite a similar hand to Sam’s. Now compare the accomplishments of the two of them.
Remember that time I wrote a higgledy piggley about Robert Baratheon on a whim, and it turned into two full weeks of the damn things?
The Baratheons: Robert, Stannis, Renly, Jeoffry, and Tommen (and Tommen’s b-side)
The Lannisters: Jaime and Tyrion
The Targaryens: Aemon (the knight), Aemon (the maester), and Daenerys
The Miscellany: Beric, Bronn, and Varys (and Varys’ b-side)
I regret nothing!
reblogging the greatest set of poems ever to bring me out of exhaustion.
Read them. READ THEM.
(Note: show spoilers in Joffrey, both Tommens, and Jaime - everything else is safe)
I got to that part in A Storm of Swords.
If you read the books. You know what part I’m talking about.
My heart just died.
I know that feel, bro.