I Need Answers From Kit

How DARE he make me ship Jonsa?!? Rude. Side blog

[jonskory]

jon snow and sansa stark

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[fedonciadale]

I think it’s getting funnier and funnier how obvious it seems to be that Kit made zero effort to make any of his scenes with EC romantic but seemed to put 110% when it came to his scenes with Sophie. I mean, he’s been in other things, he can be convincing romance wise when he wants to be. I can only guess this was an acting choice of his or something D&D told him to do and then scrapped the reasoning last minute.

Hi there!

The thing is, that it cannot be just an acting choice. It is also a question of editing, of how to set up a scene etc.

I think we can agree on either Kit being a horrible actor who doesn't manage to act in love (and there is actual evidence from other films that he knows how to do that) or Jon's lack of enthusiasm is portrayed on purpose.

In the latter case, it is not just Kit, reason tells me that it cannot be coincidence. I mean I would buy Jon doing an eye roll when Dany does not look at him, if it just happened once... But almost every time we see his face and Dany doesn't see it, we see him having a reaction that just does not fit with love: eye roll, grimace, exasperated look etc. In episode 2 Jon narrowed his eyes at Dany, when she said something irrational, in episode 4 we see his face when Dany enters and his face clearly says 'Just leave me alone'. There is no reason to leave this in during the editing process. None whatsoever...

And then there are the strange Jonsa scenes, the lighting, the set-up as power couple, you name it.

Even in the last episode there is a notable difference between how Jon says goodbye to Arya and to Sansa. He hugs Arya, but he embraces Sansa, breathes her in, clutches her even and he turns around for one last look.

Why? Why?

My explanation is that Jonerys will be one-sided in the books, that Jonsa will be a thing (if maybe never addressed openly by either) and that the producers of the show went for the ambiguous route on purpose. Because they feared the backlash, did not want to kill their milking cow before the last episode. There are possibly many reasons.

If/when the books ever come out and people @ them because of how the show gave us a 'star-crossed' lovers, they can shrug and say that Jonsa was there all along - and it would not be a lie.

Call me delulu for believing that (I've been called worse by Antis) but intentional ambiguity is the only thing that makes half-way sense. This way everyone can choose what they like best - and everyone is dissatisfied because they would just not commit.

Thanks for the ask!

[bethnoel]

7x04 - The Spoils of War // 8x05 - The Bells // 8x06 - ?

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[theignoblehouseofbarca-blog]

I think the only thing you need to know to understand the GoT fandom is that Sansa publicly disagreed with Jon once and has never been forgiven for undermining him, while in that very same season Dani stripped him of his weapons and ships, refused to ever use his proper title even once, pushed a demotion at him as if she was doing him a grand favor, and repeatedly insisted he subjugate himself to her, and the fandom’s general reaction was “omg she respects him in a way nobody else does, they truly are equals uwu!!!”

[bricklebeary]

“Uwu they’re equals’”

[nyangibun]

reblog if you can’t wait for jon and sansa  to bang in season 8  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

[fuckjonsa]

i got the best url in the game what’s good

[jonsafuck]

I beg to differ

[jonsagonnafuck]

Me too

[jonlovesfuckingsansa]

Can I join the discussion?

[sansalovesfuckingjon]

You know it is true.

[licking-lemoncake-off-jon]

OMG these url responses 😂

[jonandsansashouldtotallyfuck]

I’d like to throw my offering into the hat too

[shutupandgimmejonsasmut]

Not sure I can compare to the greatness of these reblogs...but I definitely trump OP :p

[jonsa-creatives]

He hadn’t noticed it at first, too preoccupied with the way her tongue sometimes swipes slowly across her lower lip as she concentrates on her work. But, in the firelight, Jon catches a glimpse of red thread being dragged through the fabric in Sansa’s embroidery hoop. A strange choice of colour, considering the Lannister connotations.

He takes a discreet closer look, giving the illusion that he’s still reading through one of his many missives.

Jon is surprised to see that Sansa’s dainty hands are elegantly painting a depiction of a white direwolf with the poke and pull of needle and thread. The red yarn was being used to colour the beast’s eye. It was Ghost - it could be no other.

Words very almost leap from his mouth out into the warmth of Sansa’s solar. Is she taking such care over a new article of clothing for him? Those words never experience their escape however, once Jon sees that the fabric Sansa is working is far too light and silky to be used for any man’s attire.

No, this soft pale peach material purred luxurious femininity. And it was…..well, there wasn’t much of it.

Jon sucks in a sharp breath once all the pieces of the puzzle slot into place.

They are her undergarments.

“Jon? Are you well”? Sansa asks, tying off her last red stitch by nipping the thread artfully with her teeth.

“Ah….yes, yes….I am fine” he flusters before hastily making his leave for the night.

Over the coming moons Jon wonders - each day, he wonders - if she is wearing those silky smallclothes with a wolf as white as the snow on them.

Sansa had told him once that her clothes are something like a kin to a language silently spoken. What is she saying with those undergarments?

Somehow, he persuades himself that it is best to put it down to Sansa’s love and growing bond with his wolf - for where you find one, you will normally happen upon the other.

However, once the shock of Jon’s true parentage has dissipated into something close to acceptance, he spies a new pair of smallclothes in Sansa’s sewing basket. The silk is deep red and striking, and the delicate black stitches look suspiciously arranged to depict dragon wings.

He’s really going to have to ask her about this.

[jonsasmutweek]

Jonsa Smut Week Masterlist!

Once again, a BIG THANK YOU to all the participants and supporters of our very first Jonsa Smut Week - we were blown away by your enthusiasm and your filthy minds!

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[sxpiosexualx]

Reblog if you’re a Jonsa shipper who doesn’t wish for death upon Arya Stark or hate her.

Trying to prove a point to some j*nrya shipper that made an assumption that Jonsa’s want arya to die because… j*nrya…?

[lover-of-lemoncakes]

Lost and Found IV

Part I | Part II | Previously | AO3

@best-at-brooding

It was noon and Sansa had claimed the three seater sofa for herself and her duvet, wallowing in her hangover cocoon on one side of the lounge as Arya took the two seater at the other. Robb was yet to make an appearance.

“Urrrrrgh….I feel like a furry animal died in my mouth” Arya groaned yet again, her sore head the only thing visible to Sansa - she too having encased herself in a protective fluffy swaddle of blankets.

“At least you didn’t ruin your chance with a hot guy by drunk texting him” Sansa retorted groggily, her hand slipping out from her duvet momentarily to take a tentative sip from her bottled water.

Arya snorted “oh yeah! What did you say again?”

Sansa whined at the wave of sickness washing over her, as well as the memory of re-reading what she’d sent last night “I called him ‘hot Jon’” she wailed, covering her face with her hands.

Arya burst into a renewed fit of giggles before putting on a high pitched mocking voice “niiight hottt Jonnn!”

Sansa threw her water bottle at her sister.

After lounging around for a while and then forcing some food down, Sansa showered and before sitting at her vanity to dry her hair. She glanced at Jon’s phone.

Still nothing. Great Sansa - you’ve scared him away with those texts and that ridiculous selfie!

Sansa cringed as she looked back at the photo of herself, complete with ‘duck face pout’. She only just managed to resist the urge to fling the phone across the room when it came to life with what she’d been waiting for.

“…I’ve spent the past 12 hours in bloody agony over that picture. i even let my dad talk about his boring job to distract myself from u…”

The grin that spread across her face soon started to make her cheeks ache.

What to text back?

Her thumbs hovered over the letters before words started to appear…

Agony? You poor thing! What on Earth can I do to make it better? 😉

….then she hastily deleted them, huffed and flung Jon’s phone down on her bed.

As she dried and fussed with her hair, Jon’s words swam in her mind, making her smile to herself all over again. Her own phone started ringing and she thanked the Gods for her friend’s timing.

“Margie!” Sansa squealed into the call, flinging herself back on her bed to stare up at the ceiling as she indulged in some girl talk.

The conversation soon got round to Sansa’s ‘hot Jon predicament’.

“Well darling” Margaery started in her husky tone “just tell him that you’ve been a terribly good girl all year in the hopes that Santa would bring something delightfully naughty for you this Christmas…”

“Marge!”

“…then ask him if he prefers to be unwrapped slowly or if you’re allowed to rip anything?”

Sansa snorted “I can’t say that!…Besides, Christmas-based seduction never goes well for me - even when I literally spelled it out for Joff by wearing my handmade festive panties - complete with little mistoe motif right above my hoo-ha - he still didn’t get the hint!”

“Oh you’ve just had rotten luck with men sweetie….but this guy…well, I don’t know about you but he’s got a naughty little gleam in his eye…”

“Yeah” Sansa sighed “and I’ve never been with a guy with a beard before….I kind of want to stroke it” she giggled before sobering slightly. “I don’t know anything about him though…and as you said, I’m just a walking disaster when it comes to men, what with Ramsey and Joff. I don’t want to rush-“

“SANSAAAA!! MUM’S MADE LEMONCAAAAAKES!!” Arya shouted from downstairs, interrupting her conversation.

“OKAAAAAY!”

With a rumble of her stomach, Sansa quickly wrapped up her converation with Margaery and hung up the call. She bounced up off of her bed and bounded over to the doorway, hair swinging with the most amount of energy she’d had all day.

Spinning back into her room after deciding to take Jon’s phone with her, she went back to the bed to retrieve it.

Sansa’s eyes widened when she saw that the screen was alight and that the phone was on a call - with Jon.

Oh shit! I butt-dialled him?!?!

Her pulse raced as she reached for the phone and stared down at it.

Is he there? Did he hear me talking about him?! Fuck!

Sansa’s thumb hovered over the ‘end call’ button as a debate raged in her head.

Do I start talking or hang up?….DO I START TALKING OR HANG UP?!

[best-at-brooding]

“You should send her one back!”

Jon rubbed his temples and glared at the telly instead of at his friend. “Remind me again why you’re a day early.”

“Because my dad’s a prick and you love me,” Theon said, chipper as always. “But don’t change the subject, mate. She sent you a hot picture; it’s your turn to send one back! That’s how dating works now!”

“I’m not sending her a dick pic,” Jon said firmly.

Theon snorted. “Not a dick pic. That can come later. But now, you gotta send her like… I don’t know. What about you girls find attractive?”

Tearing his attention away from a rerun of Peep Show, Jon glared at his friend. “What? What are you on about now?”

“Oh!” Theon threw his body over the length of the couch and incidentally over Jon’s lap. At first, he hadn’t the foggiest what his mate was doing other than having a complete breakdown, but then when he saw Theon come away with his borrowed phone, his heart dropped to the soles of his feet.

“If you value your bloody limbs, you will give that back!” Jon growled.

“Alright, calm down, Hercules,” Theon said, jumping over the back of the couch. “Ooh, your lady love is ringing!”

“No, no! Theon, don’t you dare!” The irritation had now evolved into a full-blown panic as Jon tried to grab the phone back once more. “I think I could really like this –“

A voice cut through the room, crackly but distinct.

Both Jon and Theon had frozen as soon as they realised what she was talking about. She didn’t know she had rung him. “Oh my god…”

“She doesn’t know!” Theon whispered.

In the background, they heard someone calling for her and her ensuing reply. The line then went silent for a few seconds. Jon immediately took the opportunity to tackle Theon to the ground, twist the phone away and hang up. “You utter fucking prick!”

“Your girl is kinky!” Theon shouted, apparently incapable of listening to a sodding word Jon said ever. “We should take a picture of you naked with a bow wrapped around your junk. ‘Unwrap this, babe!’”

Jon punched his friend hard in the shoulder. “I take that back. You’re a disgusting prick.”

“Disgusting, maybe,” Theon said, rubbing his shoulder. “But also faster than you.” He kneed Jon in the balls, grabbed the phone and took off. Unfortunately, the idiot was faster and he’d locked himself in the toilet.

“Theon, don’t do it! Please!” 

Merry Christmas, Hot Mystery Girl. For your hoo-ha bank. Love, Jon’s best mate 😉 😘 👉👌💦 xxx

[myrish-lace-love]

Window dressing

Summary: Sansa can’t get enough of staring at Jon Snow when he visits the Starks to help out with yard work. This time she accidentally confesses to checking him out. Turns out she’s not the only one who’s been looking. They share a lovely moment alone in the house. Meanwhile Margaery and the Stark siblings can’t wait for these two dorks to finally hook up. 1k.

***

Sansa pressed her nose to the glass pane. Discreetly, of course. Jon Snow had been raking leaves for the past hour and this was the first time she’d peeked, so really the universe owed her a medal. Besides, she had the house to herself, so she could gawk without worrying about getting caught.

The view wasn’t quite as enticing as the summer months, when he mowed the lawn shirtless, but she wasn’t picky.

How could he turn pushing a rake around into a sexy activity? The henley. Definitely the grey henley. Or maybe it was the way Jon’s muscles bunched under his shirt. Jon wasn’t particular about clothes - she’d patched holes in a few flannels for him - and he probably wandered into the shop and picked up the first vaguely warm shirt he saw. Never mind that it was a size too small.

Sansa wanted to pour him a mug of hot cocoa, maybe bring him a tray of the sugar cookies she’d frosted and…

What? Make him juggle a beverage and a plate while he awkwardly thanked his best friend’s little sister? Sansa sighed and settled back in at the kitchen table. At least she could make some progress on her history homework.  She jumped out of her chair when Jon walked in.

“Sorry,” Jon said, ducking his head. “Need more garbage bags. I’ll be out of your way in a minute, I know you’re studying.”

“Hey! I - I was just watching you from the window.” Get a grip, Sansa.

“Okay,” Jon said slowly, “…uh, did you need the leaves raked differently?” He rubbed the back of his neck. His shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of skin above his jeans. Christ, he was criminally handsome.  This was so unfair. “I can make the piles smaller?”

Yes, please, thank you. There were a variety of graceful exits from this conversation but her brain was determined to plow forward.

“No, it’s…I like to watch you when you work.”

Sansa wanted to bury her head in her hands. She was eighteen, not some forty year old housewife on a sitcom. What the hell was wrong with her? Where had her filter gone?

Jon froze. “Is that why you kept bringing me water when I mowed the lawn?”

She’d hoped she hadn’t been too obvious over the summer when she’d handed him a bottle of water, but she’d also been able to hide behind the excuse of checking on Bran and Rickon playing in the sprinkler. So maybe she’d flushed when his fingers brushed hers.

Jon took a step towards her. “Sansa, you don’t need to make up excuses to talk to me. Or, uh, to…”

“Stare at you?”

His lopsided smile made her stomach flip. “You definitely don’t need to make excuses about that. I, uh….I’m flattered you noticed. I, um, notice you a lot too?” He winced. “Okay, that sounded creepy.”

“It’s all right,” Sansa said. “I think we’re the same level of creepy. Or, you know…“

"Awkward?” Jon offered. The half-playful, half-hopeful way he said it boosted her confidence.

She put her hands on her hips. “I am not awkward Jon Snow. I am very smooth. Which is why I’m about to tell you that you have a leaf stuck behind your ear. So I can try to casually pet your hair.”

“It’s gonna work, if it makes you feel better,” Jon said.

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[shutupandgimmejonsasmut]

Apparently some people stalk the tags of their NOTP?!

[wolvesofspring]

This is my repost of the fanart from this post I made:

https://wolvesofspring.tumblr.com/post/167506530697/omg-are-you-really-taking-requests-because-maybe

It was recently stolen by someone and edited on freefolk. I ask to not fight with this person or engage in any other way but to simply reblog the original one or the one from this post. Thank you all a lot, have a nice day.

[him-e]

as much as i ship jon and sansa, i don't want it to be canon because of the sansa hate, the antis don't like that she is back at winterfell, imagine if she is also the romantic endgame of jon , the fandom would explode and grrm would get crucified

[scullylikesscience]

[ladywolfmd]

Idc if they riot.

[amymel86]

[nyangibun]

[winterfellchild]

[kittensjonsa]

[everythingbuthegirl-deactivated]

[sweetsummersansa-blog]

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[aliceinfwonderland]

This thread is amazing LOL

[a-baleful-howl]

[sebastienabuu]

[rose-of-red-lake]

[some-wintertown-whore]

[licking-lemoncake-off-jon]

[jonandsansashouldtotallyfuck]

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[shutupandgimmejonsasmut]

[aerishey]

“I pray you love her so much, when you close your eyes you see her face. I want you to know what is like to love someone. To truly love someone. Before I take her from you.”

[gafilmgurl-deactivated20201017]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STkiYfSh5nE) 

Beautifully done, expressing exactly what to expect in season 8!!! JONSA

[hereforthestarks]

STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING. No really. You wanna watch this. And then save. To rewatch again and again.

[maddiethefashionista]

@buttercup–bee @sansajons @sansa-starks @jonsasnow @sweetsummersansa @sansapotter @soapieturner @jonsansasource

[sweetsummersansa-blog]

WOW! JUST… WOW!!!

[jeynewesterling]

“Why do they call it a pleasure barge?” Jon asks and Sansa answers.

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