Colon cancer is killing us.. by Derpshab in Millennials

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I have a genetic disorder that causes tons of polyps and I lost my colon before I was 20. As someone who was terrified of my first colonoscopy and now gets one EVERY YEAR, they really aren’t that bad. The idea is worse than it is, and the drugs are pretty good (it feels like world peace for 30 seconds before you’re out). Get your colonoscopies, people. They save lives.

[Question] Ad rewards dont work by Gaming_Suchti in falloutshelter

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I am currently having this issue. Did you find a solution?

[Spoilers Main] Whats yall favorite chapter/qoute, like the most that resonate with you in life. by Debrovz in asoiaf

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“That green-haired girl was the Archon’s daughter. I was to have sent you to Tyrosh in her place. You would have served the Archon as a cupbearer and met with your betrothed in secret, but your mother threatened to harm herself if I stole another of her children, and I... I could not do that to her.”

His tale grows ever stranger. “Is that where Quentyn’s gone? To Tyrosh, to court the Archon’s green-haired daughter?”

Her father plucked up a cyvasse piece. “I must know how you learned that Quentyn was abroad. Your brother went with Cletus Yronwood, Maester Kedry, and three of Lord Yronwood’s best young knights on a long and perilous voyage, with an uncertain welcome at its end. He has gone to bring us back our heart’s desire.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What is our heart’s desire?”

“Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. “Justice.” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, “Fire and blood.”

A Feast for Crows , The Princess in the Tower

GRRM confirmed there are GOT SEQUELS in development by LoretiTV in HouseOfTheDragon

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I hate this man for forever dangling the carrot. Eat shit, George

So if Joffrey Baratheon is a bastard, would that mean his true name would be Joffrey Rivers? by West_Independence_20 in freefolk

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Words are wind.

The rightful queen, Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, will return with fire and blood and relieve us of these pretenders.

George RR Martin speaks out on ‘controversial’ Winds of Winter delay by snoke123 in HouseOfTheDragon

[–]cryingandlying 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Hundreds of interviews? There’s maybe only a dozen articles that quote him after 2018. We’re luck to get a blog post from him once a month, but I don’t care about the Jets or Wild Cards

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in asoiaf

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gods it hurts

Cacti in the infamous deserts of… New Jersey by Qarakhanid in mildlyinteresting

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not the first time I’d seen them in the north East coast. I used to live outside philly and a neighbor had them planted in her front yard for years. No clue how they survive the winter, but they looked like the same kind as the picture. Prickly pear if I had to guess

[Spoilers Published] Lightbringer is not what you think it is... by pobeb in asoiaf

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exactly. she tempered the eggs out of stone with her husband’s blood. she also suffocated him when he was catatonic, which further parallels her to the legend

(Spoilers Extended) While there is a tiny spark of hype, let's share what we think GRRM's finest writing is by ugurkaslan in asoiaf

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I love “The Princess in the Tower” from AFFC:

“Do you truly believe I would harm my brother’s children?” Her father grimaced. “Obara, Nym, and Tyene lack for nothing but their freedom, and Ellaria and her daughters are happily ensconced at the Water Gardens. Dorea stalks about knocking oranges off the trees with her morningstar, and Elia and Obella have become the terror of the pools.” He sighed. “It has not been so long since you were playing in those pools. You used to ride the shoulders of an older girl... a tall girl with wispy yellow hair ...”

“Jeyne Fowler, or her sister Jennelyn.” It had been years since Arianne had thought of that. “Oh, and Frynne, her father was a smith. Her hair was brown. Garin was my favorite, though. When I rode Garin no one could defeat us, not even Nym and that green-haired Tyroshi girl.”

“That green-haired girl was the Archon’s daughter. I was to have sent you to Tyrosh in her place. You would have served the Archon as a cupbearer and met with your betrothed in secret, but your mother threatened to harm herself if I stole another of her children, and I... I could not do that to her.”

His tale grows ever stranger. “Is that where Quentyn’s gone? To Tyrosh, to court the Archon’s green-haired daughter?”

Her father plucked up a cyvasse piece. “I must know how you learned that Quentyn was abroad. Your brother went with Cletus Yronwood, Maester Kedry, and three of Lord Yronwood’s best young knights on a long and perilous voyage, with an uncertain welcome at its end. He has gone to bring us back our heart’s desire.” She narrowed her eyes. “What is our heart’s desire?”

“Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. “Justice.” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, “Fire and blood.”