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Queerahim-Bitch: Trainerdelaney: Happysellout96: Jean-Luc-Gohard: I Was Born In The Wrong Generation. This Generation Is Still Racist As Fuck And I Can’t Download A Pizza. Wake Me Up In The Year 3019. *Update From The Year 3000* Not Much Has Changed

Zantehchanteh: Patheticjunkies: Patheticjunkies: The Weirdest Shit I Have Ever Experienced As A Swede Is When Around The Mid 2000’S It Became Popular In Sweden For Teenage Boys To Wear Rubber Bands Around Their Legs On Top Of Their Jeans. The More

Brown-Princess: Thechanelmuse: Artist Paints The Universe And Nature Into Black Women’s Hair Pierre Jean-Louis Is A Multimedia Artist Based In New York And Philadelphia, Who Has Built Up Quite A Social Media Following As A Result Of His Unique Works.

Knight-Without-Armor: This Is Why We Don’t Do Drugs, Children. Use Jean As An Example And Remember— Hugs, Not Drugs.

Colonelmustangsnipples: Rosethespiritalchemist: Jean Havoc X Roy Mustang Otherwise Known As “Joy”

Redlantern-Rivaille: Okay, So In This Scene Where Marco Tells Jean That He’s Not Strong, But Thats What Makes Him A Good Choice As A Leader Because He Can Judge The Situation Better, I Really Love It. Because Basically Marco Is Saying Just Because

Dazexxx: Niuniente: For Me Jean And Marco Are Playful Together As A Couple. &Amp;Lt;3 Eheheheh

Jkirschtein: Can We Talk About How Jean Fucking Stood Up On A Fast Galloping Horse, Leapt, And Activated His 3Dmg (With Fair Precision, Too, As The Hook Landed Right Next To The Female Titan’s Foot) If I Know I’m Going To Pull This Kind Of Shit I

Matsuos-Deactivated20140505: Attack On Titan Horoscopes: Aries → Jean Kirschstein Aries Can Often Come Across As Arrogant And Headstrong, But They Possess A Strong Instinct To Protect The Ones They Most Care About, Making Them Natural-Born Leaders

Chellodello: Real-Talk Time. This Scene Hurts Me More Than The Any Other In This Episode Because Jean Is So Raw, So Desperate, In His Anger. Not To Say That The Others Aren’t Just As Frustrated And Angry But His Situation Is Different From Theirs

Spooky-Thera: Luckied: Jean Giggled As He Wiggled Out Of Zane’s Arms And Stumbled Across The Road, Landing Stomach First Into The Water. Laughing And Snorting Along The Way, Havoc Flopped Around In The Puddle, Soaking His Uniform And Himself Along

Spooky-Thera: Luckied: &Amp;Ldquo;Weeee!&Amp;Rdquo; Jean Giggled As He Was Dragged Along, Shifting His Head Down To Look At Himself Being Dragged Along. &Amp;Ldquo;I Can See My Feet From Here,&Amp;Rdquo; He Exclaimed Happily. He Raised A Hand And Waved. &Amp;Ldquo;Hello,

Punky-Thera: Luckied: Punky-Thera: Luckied: Read More Read More Read More Read More Jean Smiled And Playfully Nipped At Zane&Amp;Rsquo;S Neck As The Redhead Rested His Head Against His Own Neck, Teeth Carefully Tugging At The Paler Skin. &Amp;Ldquo;It

Punky-Thera: Luckied: Punky-Thera: Luckied: Punky-Thera: Luckied: Read More Read More Read More Read More Read More Read More Jean Arched His Back As Zane Prepared Him, The Pleasure Drove Him To Pant And Whine. His Hands Went Up To Firmly

Punky-Thera: Luckied: Punky-Thera: Read More Read More Read More When Zane Slipped Another Finger In, Jean Arched His Back Again And Gasped Loudly, Panting As He Struggled To Control Himself. &Amp;Ldquo;Gods, I Want More,&Amp;Rdquo; He Hissed Out Through

Punky-Thera: Luckied: Punky-Thera: Read More Read More Read More Holding His Breath, Jean Bit Down Harder On His Bottom Lip As Zane Slowly Entered Him, Moaning With Each Passing Moment Until The Other Was Fully Enclosed By Him. Havoc Wasn&Amp;Rsquo;T

Punky-Thera: Luckied: Making A Face, Jean Raised His Eyes Up As He If He Could See The Ears On Top Of His Head. “I Feel…Ridiculous,” He Mumbled Deadpanned, His Cigarette Laying Low Between His Lips, Like A Dog With His Tail Between His Legs.

Punky-Thera: Luckied: Punky-Thera: Read More Read More Read More Jean Let Out A Long And Low Groan As The Redhead&Amp;Rsquo;S Fingers Wrapped Around His Neglected Member, Almost Seeing Stars Before His Eyes. &Amp;Ldquo;F-Fuck,&Amp;Rdquo; He Grunted, Moving

Punky-Thera: Luckied: Punky-Thera: Luckied: Punky-Thera: Read More Read More Read More Read More Read More Jean Softly Laughed And Stretched His Legs Out, Grunting As Cramp Started To Set In From Keeping It Wrapped Around Zane&Amp;Rsquo;S Waist.

Punky-Thera: Luckied: Jean Softly Laughed And Stretched His Legs Out, Grunting As Cramp Started To Set In From Keeping It Wrapped Around Zane’s Waist. “Good,” He Remarked, His Hand Reaching Up To Touch The Indented And Red Skin. “I Like Being

Punky-Thera: Luckied: &Amp;Ldquo;Guess Both Of Our Countries Have Been Through Some Serious Shit,&Amp;Rdquo; Jean Commented With A Snort. &Amp;Ldquo;Any Air Nomads Survive Or Are They Extinct As This Cigarette?&Amp;Rdquo; He Asked, Holding Up His Now Dead Smoke And

Thefullmetaledwardelric: Luckied: Thefullmetaledwardelric: Ed Looked At Havoc, A Look Of ‘Are You Kidding Me?’ Unavoidably Spreading Over The Younger Man’s Face As He Leaned Back Enough To Be Able To Look Jean In The Eyes. “You Really Can Be

Hellakawaiimarco: Luckied: Jean Let Out A Little Yelp And A Laugh As He Was Flipped Back Over Until Marco Was Over Him. “Of Course You Can Be On Top,” Havoc Grinned. “You Can Be On Top Whenever You Want To Be.” Marco Rolled His Hips Down Against

Fma-Compliments: I Wanted To Send A Little Love For My Favorite Havoc Rper. Luckied’s Jean Is Adorable And A Total Goofball But Serious When He Has To Be, Just As I’d Figure The Smoking Soldier To Be. The Mun Is A Complete And Total Darling Too

Fullmetal-Headcanon: The Ex-Girlfriend Who Gave Jean That Lighter Wasn’t Actually An Ex. She Was His Girlfriend Who Suddenly Committed Suicide Seven Months Into Their Relationship. He Refers To Her As His Ex Because It Hurts Less That Way, And People

Vodkaxandguns: Luckied: &Amp;Ldquo;You Certainly Like To Be Blunt About Things…I Like That,&Amp;Rdquo; Jean Smirked As He Rested His Chin On His Hand. &Amp;Ldquo;Speaking Of Which, I’ve Never Seen You Around Town Or In This Store Before And I Know Just

Swift-Wind-Alchemist Replied To Your Post “Then I Think I Can Call This A Success.” Gentle Late Night Kisses As They Watch Their Babies Sleep. Jean Essentially Turns Into Hughes And Has Pictures Of His Family Everywhere. Erika Wonders How She Managed

Luxuriamordens: Jean: Without Clearly Thinking, The Distraught Havoc Reached A Hand Up And Grasped At The Front Of Her Dress, Raising His Head. His Eyes Were Red And Wet Trails Streaked Down His Face As He Stared Into The Face That Had Caused Him To

Luxuriamordens: Jean: His Body Tensed Up As She Wrapped His Arms Around His Chest And He Wanted To Push Her Away, Get Away From What He Couldn’t Bring Himself To Destroy, But Didn’t. He Stared Straight Ahead At The Wall Of The Alley He Had Cornered

Luxuriamordens: Grabbing The Smokes From His Hand, She Smiled. “Thank You, Jean, That Was Much Easier Than The Alternative.” She Smirked, Looking At The Seater With Knowing Eyes As He Took The Two To A Nice Seating Area. “So, What Are You In The

Twisted-Mortician: Undertaker Was Surprised By Jean&Amp;Rsquo;S Actions, But He Gave In Grabbing His Hips Rubbing His Lower Back &Amp;Ldquo;O I Do&Amp;Rdquo; He Panted As He Kissed His Neck &Amp;Ldquo;&Amp;Lsquo;Ust Not Me Chest I&Amp;Rsquo;M Ticklish 'Ere&Amp;Rdquo; He Bit His

Swift-Wind-Alchemist: &Amp;Ldquo;The Shit They Did To Me…,&Amp;Rdquo; She Choked, Crumpling Into Jean’s Arms As He Pulled Her To Him. &Amp;Ldquo;God, Why Me? What Did I Do? Why Couldn’t They Just Let Me Die?&Amp;Rdquo; She Continued To Sob, Practically Melting

Swift-Wind-Alchemist: She Didn’t Have The Time Or The Energy To React When Jean Lifted Her Up. She Was Silent As He Carried Her To The Couch And Sat Down Wih Her Curked In His Arms. He Suggested That She Sleep, And She Finally Realized Just How Exhasted

Swift-Wind-Alchemist: Luckied: Jean Gave Erika A Reassuring Smile As He Brought The Now Warmed Up Left Over Pizza To Her, Sitting Next To Her. “It’s Okay,” He Whispered, His Fingers Gently Tucking Lose Strands Of Hair Behind Her Ear. “I’m

Swift-Wind-Alchemist: Luckied: &Amp;Ldquo;Easy Now,&Amp;Rdquo; Jean Whispered As Erika Started To Crumble Again, Gently Taking A Hold Of Her Wrists. &Amp;Ldquo;I’m Not Saying We Should Leave Now And I Wouldn’t Do That To You, Not So Soon After Being On The

Swift-Wind-Alchemist: She Didn’t Object As She Was Lifted Off The Ground And Carried Away. All Her Energy Was Suddenly Gone, And She Knew She Needed To Sleep. And Tonight, She Was With Jean. She Would Be Safe, And She Could Relax. She Could Worry About

Punky-Thera: Luckied: Jean Grinned As He Was Pushed Back And Reached For A Bottle That Was Resting On The Couch Where He Had Been Sitting Moments Before. “Good,” He Spoke Up, Tossing The Bottle To Zane And Moved Toward The Couch, Settling His Knees

Punky-Thera: Luckied: Read More Read More Shuddering As The Fingers Were Removed And His Weeping Cock Was Released, Jean Bit Down Hard On His Bottom Lip And Gripped The Back Of The Couch. He Listened To The Lid Of The Lube Being Opened And The Slick

Punky-Thera: Luckied: Read More Read More Jean Allowed His Head To Be Pulled Back, A Grin Tugging At His Parted Lips. &Amp;Ldquo;Y-Yes. Fuck, Yes,&Amp;Rdquo; He Choked Out While Shifting His Legs Ever So Slightly, As If Trying To Take In More Of Zane&Amp;Rsquo;S