jean-kirstein

[jean-kirstein]

please direct any and all questions here ^ this is my main blog :)

[jean-kirstein]

like i feel bad for spamming but you never go on here and i really have been trying to get this account, and waiting for it to be taken down or something but he is my favorite character and i would really put this URL into action and i always have been active on this account that I am on, so please can I have it

no

[jean-kirstein]

like i swear ill just love whoever you are

even if i murder people?

[jean-kirstein]

like im not even joking please

nope

[jean-kirstein]

you are a really inactive URL, could i have your URL please?

no

[jean-kirstein]

stopped in on this account only to say

//protip, a character can be defined by more than just events in their life, but their reactions to said events and how it grows them.  A friend may die, they may be rejected by their crush, they may have a near death experience, but its not about the event but how the character reacts.

//in certain scenes, you may want to research on the stages of grief, but to say that those stages are certain is a mistake.  everyone takes death differently, and it depends on the relationship between the two.  Even the sight of death, or actualization of the reality of death can be a factor.

//also just because a character grieves or has a reaction over the death of another does not make them homo gay for said character.

#ollies out

[jean-kirstein]

#Radical Face #Always Gold

[jean-kirstein]

Hi Jean!

"Alright, spill it, what did you need?"

#Anonymous

[jean-kirstein]

"And nobody even notices me missing for so long.  Yeesh."

[jean-kirstein]

//wowwwwowowow i haven't been on this account in ages

//aghhhhh hi

#ooc

[jean-kirstein]

There is a crow moon coming in well you keep looking out It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in Lets watch phenomenons that rise out of the darkness now Within the light she is my storming heroine And old machines abandoned by the ancient races stand I hear them humming down below in hollow earth Oh hell I guess I know in a while I will go under too But just for now I let the spring and storm return I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin I live until the call And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone Yes I'll be leavin in the fall And I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree Just to be closer when my spirit's pulled away I left a nervous little boy out on the trail today He's just a mortal to the shouting cavalcade I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin I live until the call And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone Yes I'll be leaving in the fall Let's open up the windows have Satan departing now And we'll be even when the blues fall down like hail Hell I don't even care no more about cadejo now If he's a white one or a black one on the trail I left my heart to the wild hunt a-coming I live until the call And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone Yes I'll be leaving in the fall Yes I'll be leaving in the fall

#//soundtrack #the tallest man on earth #the wild hunt

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The shorter, dusty haired boy found himself confused as to how it could be painful.  Though Jean neglected to take in the fact that teeth plus face typically equaled pain.  And instead of finding his fault humiliating, the young boy finds it a little offensive that it wasn't as pleasurable as he meant it to be.

Though his red faced anger would be taken away rather quick by those kisses lined on his lips from Marco's, his fight quickly giving way to happy attention.

"I was practicing---That's how adults do it you know.  I've seen them all over my magazines like that.  Didn't you see in that one I let you borrow?"  Jean gave the other a shifty eyed glance, rubbing at his cheeks with an arm as if he didn't just try to consume Marco's poor face in a poor excuse of a french kiss.  Though from the flurry of kisses after that, Jean nor Marco had moved and now they held an awkwardly short distance between the two of them - Jean's hands still on Marco's back, wrapped around him in a sweeping manner along the lower back.

"Unless you have a better way..."  While most of the time that'd be in a grumbling tone of voice, this time it was anything but - an upbeat if not adventurous tone that'd begin to match his slowly growing grin.

A bit shaggy on top //tag: lucky7marco

Marco gasps against the kiss, which might have made him seem overwhelmed or surprised in some sort of swooningway, but it was simply from being taken off guard when he’s pulled forward into a slight bow. His eyebrows raise, eyes opening a crack to try and affirm the reality of the situation, feeling an embarrassing stirring within his stomach at having Jean’s arms wrapped so tightly around him. It felt like everything around them was drowned out by the sounds of heavy breathing and his own quickened heartbeat, a distracting enough cacophony that it almost took him out of the moment.

Almost. It seemed like it was impervious to anything getting in the way of making this the most magical minute of his life. He practically melts against Jean, flattening him more against the shed with his own body, those distracting sounds slowly turning into a symphony…

Then Jean’s mouth opens against his, and there’s a strange, uncomfortable, unpleasant combination of teeth and wetness and hot breath. He feels like he’s being attacked somehow, and it’s almost enough to make him laugh, but somehow he feels nervous. Really nervous.  Jean was trying to make this an adult kind of kiss, and for a boy still in the springtime of puberty, it was both scandalous and titillating. Or, would be…if it wasn’t such a painful and bad kiss suddenly. 

He now cups both hands over Jean’s jaw, murmuring, “Jean, Jean…" to try and capture the boy’s attention or slow him down. One hand slips to cup his chin between his thumb and forefinger, trying to forcefully still Jean against the kiss as he pulls back a bit, only to attack his slack bottom lip with a couple of chaste, quick and fevered smooches. “Close—" smooch. "—Your—" smooch. "—Mouth."

#lucky7marco #*sets face in hands* #baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw

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Jean felt his feet sink into the ground.  He didn't want to move, which was perfect because it felt like he couldn't.  This whole situation was growing more and more...weird, though he failed to see why that was a problem.  This was practice, pure and simple...right?  He kept telling himself that, but every time he lost himself in Marco's freckles and smile it was becoming more and more apparent...

If Marco were a girl, he would had said this feeling was more wonderful than when Mikasa noticed him.  But right now, he chalked it up to it all being training.  He had to get used to these feelings.  Getting passed them meant he could be suave and charming instead of this bumbling embarrassment he was showing to the other boy.

He tensed when Marco's lips returned to his, breathing in deep enough to almost choke on the air.  He even laughed (a small chuckle, sure) when they bumped noises, maybe a reaction to let out the nervous sharp feeling that ran through his blood.  Leaning into the connection, Jean almost feels like his head is the only thing above the wave of something washing over him emotionally, cheeks burning red and his lips not able to stay still, quivering under the touch, the warmth of the other's lips.

Maybe it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing, but Jean wanted more.  Kisses, that was.  Disconnecting his palms from Marco's, he wraps his arms around the taller boy in an attempt to tug him closer and to his height, hoping to deepen and further the kiss.  Except this being...Jean, after all, it turned into a more clonk of their noses and then the shorter boy not knowing how exactly 'adult's' kiss beyond a wide open mouth.  It'd be awkward - Jean trying to pretend he had skill when instead it was more a sharp, painful, poor excuse of a kiss. 

A bit shaggy on top //tag: lucky7marco

His gaze darted down  to look at their hands. Well, that was it: cupid’s arrow had struck him in that moment, if it hadn’t before. All of those bad nervous feelings turned into something unadulterated and positive. Those almost nauseating loops and twists and turns in his stomach bloomed into a light, airy group of butterflies. The nervous words and fears in his head desisted, turning into something of a distant symphony as he left for cloud nine. 

He forgot to breathe for a second as he reveled in his newfound puppy love, running the pad of his thumb experimentally over Jean’s palm before staring back at his friend with the most disgusting twinkle in his eyes. 

He finally exhaled a shaken sigh, his other hand moving to cup over the left side of Jean’s jaw. He took a tighter hold of Jean’s hand, squeezing his fingers around it as his eyes shut nervously into a tight seal. 

"Okay." Marco said obediently and leaned in. He didn’t know if he was just supposed to leave his lips against Jean’s, but that felt too inactive, and he thought a proactive approach was best, right? That way he could control the smooch. He didn’t know much of what you could do with a kiss without any tongue, but he felt too afraid to explore that just yet. It seemed too…adult somehow.  Weren’t they all slimy and wet? Why would he want that? Why did the older, cooler kids like that stuff? Even Franz said he loved it when him and Hannah did that…blech.

Unless Jean wanted it that bad. Then maybe he could live with it. But his mind couldn’t wrap the idea around his head of why sucking on a tongue would be pleasurable. 

He keeps aligned with Jean when he dips in,  the tip of his nose being pushed up by his friend’s sharper nose. With a soft smacking sound, his lips pull away to allow air between their mouths for only a lingering second, then move in for slight angle, making the kiss pliable and loose and partially open as he gets at Jean’s bottom lip with a bit of suction. It felt like his skin was on fire, and every part of him wanted to be confident and a good guide, but he had no idea what he was doing. Imagining this being a girl didn’t make it any less anxiety inducing.

#lucky7marco #I COULDN'T RESIST

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He barely notices Marco tugging at the edge of his shirt - his attention already centered on the freckled face in front of him.  Though as soon as the weight of Marco's hand on his shirt is gone, Jean reached for Marco's hand to catch in his own palm, tugging on it lightly.

He didn't even bother to check that the coast was clear.  He assumed it was.  He trusted Marco that it was.

"Yeah."  He breathed out, "I mean, we're practicing...that wasn't right, was it?  We have to do it til we do it right."  He gulped, staring.  He could have sworn he had the imprint of Marco's freckles on the back of his eyelids now for how much staring he was doing. 

A bit shaggy on top //tag: lucky7marco

Marco nodded, his usually wide smile subdued into something more graceful and shy. His eyelids drop half-mast, almost looking tired, as he loosened his grip on Jean completely. It was rude to keep a hold of him, right? His hands decide to fiddle with the hem of Jean’s shirt instead, before realizing…it’s Jean’s shirt and not his own.  Whoops.  

That gets rectified rather quickly.

"Um, yeah, that was a kiss…wasn’t it?"  He squeaks out quietly, looking around once more to survey their privacy. “Did you want more? He wasn’t sure how to explain to his own mind what his body was feeling right now. It was as if a tiny, goblin-like creature was trying to rip itself free from his ribcage and pounding angrily at his heart. He wondered if Jean had the same goblin inside of him…or was he not impressed? 

#lucky7marco #oh gersh jean #( /w\) u too cute

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And he felt Marco close in, he seemed to scrunch his face more and lean out with puckered lips.  It was hard to wince in anticipation once their lips touched. 

Well, this was it, wasn't it?  Marco's lips were...soft.  Chapped in some places, but smooth enough.  Leaning forward more, the shorter boy nearly knocked his nose into Marco's freckled one.  Luckily the other boy moved in time, though still kept their lips locked. 

When Marco pulled away, Jean peeked with one eye, not entirely sure how to respond to that all. 

"...That was it?"  It wasn't said in any kind of negative sense - no, if anything, it was said with incredulous intent.  Simple, chaste, but...something that made his heart beat as heavy as it did the day he joined.  He wasn't entirely sure what to do, staring at Marco with a face full of red, stammering to find the right words.

That was practice, right? 

A bit shaggy on top //tag: lucky7marco

Marco swallowed down the nervous lump that formed in his throat with an audible gulp. It seemed like his heart was suddenly going back to beating too fast for him to handle, now that Jean looked less like an animal in its death throes. He didn’t buy what Jean said at all, of course. The other boy seemed just as nervous and scared as he felt, which caused a wave of comfort to wash over the tension that twisted at Marco’s nerves.

He stared at his best friend’s mouth for a few seconds, silent and distinguishing as he judged his course of action.  "Uh," Marco stuttered out, then finally closed his eyes and went in for the kill. By ‘kill’, I mean pressing his lips so softly against Jean’s that it seemed like a butterfly landing on a flower. He pursed his lips slightly and felt his ears burn, mentally going over the texture of Jean’s bottom lip and how it was kind of soft and were all lips that soft or was it just Jean’s? He decided to align their lips better with a slight angling of his head, stopping their noses from awkwardly clashing…and released the kiss with a gentle smooching sound. Quick and painless, right?

#lucky7marco

[jean-kirstein]

fun fact: 90% of my snk art’s filenames are some variation of “NOOO" or other sounds of agony

#babe #selfie #friends

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#Attack on Titan #Shingeki no Kyojin #Mikasa Ackerman #Jean Kirschstein #Jean X Mikasa #Queue #jean kirstein #colossal queue