Why I DON'T Ship JelsaNote: The following essay is an OPINION. Can’t handle it? I refer to the back button in the top left corner.More Like This
This is not meant to offend any shippers, I just felt the need to express my point of view. I will try to be as respectful as possible, however please note that I am also very blunt. Can’t handle that? I once again refer you to the top left corner.
I don’t expect anyone to stop shipping Jelsa because of this. I know that people will ship whatever they want regardless of what I say, and that’s fine. But if you don’t mind someone’s opinion, then please take some time to read this.
One last thing: Please read the ENTIRE essay before commenting. Thank you.
Why I D
Rise of the Guardians - Jack and Pippa - Goodbye'sMore Like This
Year- 1712 – Jack is 17 years old
"Jack! Get down from there!" Called Pippa, Jack's little sister.
Jack swung from the middle branch of a tree, carelessly and upside-down, by his legs.
"Jack, be careful." Called his mother, setting up the picnic that they had planned for the day.
Jack chuckled, climbing down the ruff bark of the tree and skipped over towards the blanket that was laid out on the grass. Opening the picnic basket, he grabbed out the freshly made bread his mother had baked the morning before and tore off the crusty end to eat.
"Jack." Scolded his mother sitting down to join him. "Pippa come over here and have some lunch." She called as Pippa picked some wildflowers nearby. She happily skipped over to them to join them.
"Mom, Jack and I are going ice-skating later. Is that okay?"
"We are?" Asked Jack.
"Yeah. You promised, remember?" Pippa muttered to him.
"Right!" Jack said loudly, "I'm taking her ice skating…"
Their mother chuckled softly.
"Jack! Hurry up!" called Pipp