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katherinesage:

JESSA APPRECIATION WEEK: day seven → why you ship them

It’s so hard to explain the reasons why you love something, but I’ll try my best to describe the reasons why I ship Jem/Tessa. One of my favorite thing about Tessa and Jem’s relationship is how all-encompassing it is. They understand each other’s sideway glances and sarcasm, but also their deepest fears and desires. They can tease each other and tell the other when they’re being stupid, but they care so fiercly and selflessly for each other that they will cut down anyone who threatened or disrespected the other. They can be a nervous, jittery mess, but also be overwhelmed with passion and longing so intense that they can’t hold themselves back any longer. I love how their relationship started out so sweetly, as a tentative friendship that slowly grew stronger, and how their love was forged by trust, comfort, and respect. Tessa and Jem confided in each other, laughed and joked freely, and took solace in each other’s presence. Their relationship deepened as time went on, and grew more heated and passionate, but passion never erased any of the wonderful qualities of their friendship — it only amplified them and caused their bond to grow deeper and stronger into something new. They make each other better, they challenge each other, and they always, always believe in one another. Jem and Tessa’s relationship is one of the most intricate, complex, and multifaceted relationships I’ve ever encountered. They build each other up; they are utterly selfless in every action they display towards the other; and most importantly they love each other purely, selflessly, unconditionally, and without judgment. 

rumaan

imjustasmith:

Arya Stark Appreciation Week

Day 4: Favorite Trait: Caring:

"Wolves. Arya went cold. Robb’s men, and my father’s. She felt drawn toward the cages. The bars allowed so little room that prisoners could neither sit nor turn; they stood naked, exposed to sun and wind and rain. The first three cages held dead men. Carrion crows had eaten out their eyes, yet the empty sockets seemed to follow her. The fourth man in the row stirred as she passed. Around his mouth his ragged beard was thick with blood and flies. They exploded when he spoke, buzzing around his head. “Water.” The word was a croak. “Please … water,..”
The bars were too narrow to pass a cup through, but Harwin and Gendry offered her a leg up. She planted a foot in Harwin’s cupped hands, vaulted onto Gendry’s shoulders, and grabbed the bars on top of the cage. The fat man turned his face up and pressed his cheek to the iron, and Arya poured the water over him. He sucked at it eagerly and let it run down over his head and cheeks and hands, and then he licked the dampness off the bars. He would have licked Arya’s fingers if she hadn’t snatched them back. By the time she served the other two the same, a crowd had gathered to watch her.”