#jeank

[happybirthdayanime]

April 7th

[serendipi777y]

Apple bottom jeanks

Boots wit the furb

[444names]

Names generated from American, French, German and Dutch forenames, excluding the letter "I"

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[okkotsuus]

what if started sobbing.

[kaceden]

Unveil. Jean Kirstein x Reader

Word Count: 3,370 A/N: I was really passion-driven writing this, so I do hope you enjoy! There’s no sexual themes or nothing in here, just a lot of soft stuff :,) 

━━━━━━━ The faint sound of water trickling and resurfacing along the oceanside had always been your source of peace. Your body rests directly in front of the glistening ocean, the water gliding over your toes as it arises. You are a very ambiverted person, though you lean more towards the introverted side. You had always enjoyed accompanying yourself to sitting down and drawing, listening to music, singing, writing. You love that kinda stuff. So, whenever you have the chance, you make your way up to the ocean and relax amongst yourself.

To be honest, though, you’re here because you’re frustrated. Frustrated with yourself. You just needed a breather, a time to pinpoint your thoughts and the true meaning of them. You just needed to breathe. You scatter random words along your notebook page, each representing word correlating with the exact way you are feeling in some way. You don’t dare to take an attempt at drawing this time around, because you knew exactly what your bruised-up hands would end up creating.

A man. Not a boy, but a man. A chiseled, sharp jawline. Confident, passion driven eyes. Slightly pink, smooth, pointed nose. Slim ears. A very light, almost faint brown color of hair, with an extremely adorable undercut to compliment his already unbelievably attractive features. Jean Kirstein.

Jean Kirstein, the man you can not get off your mind no matter how hard you try. You always act casual around him, as you have to, because you are the type to act differently around someone you admire. You sigh, eyes directing themselves toward the earth’s colorful horizon. The sky looked like something out of a fairy-tail, dazzling a bright blue that slightly strained your eyes. You want to understand yourself.

You hastily stand up, resting your hand on your knee as you trip over your feet. You find yourself forcefully running as soon as you gain balance over your body again. You need to see him, it has been awhile since you’ve seen Jean. Truth be told, you’ve been avoiding him for several days now, but every time you visit that damn oceanside, all you can think about is him. All the times you ran to the ocean in a distressed manner, sacrificing your breath solely to sit there for hours on end to think about Jean. You were just desperate to see his face, even for a moment.

You run towards a vast field that Jean always resided in on days like this, a very familiar place to you. You were thankful for these special days where everyone could relax. Struggling to catch your breath as beaded sweat rolls down the sides of your flushed cheeks, amidst the distance, you can see the soft brown-haired man amongst his friends Connie and Sasha. You had no intention of letting him see you, so you hid behind a tree that was several feet away from them. Your head shyly poked out, locked to his every move.

You watch the anger on his face arise from a comment Connie made, to which Sasha bursts out in laughter from. You can’t help but smile goofily, seeing the angered expression on Jean’s face. You are so jealous of Sasha and Connie, always getting to be around Jean with absolutely no tension. No second thoughts, no self doubts, no discomfort, no embarrassment, no feeling of shyness, just being friends casually. You, deep down, knew you wanted that with Jean more than anything.

Growing up, there was nothing in your life that motivated you. You had no life goals, nothing to strive for, absolutely nothing peaked your interest. Your family always tried to encourage you to try things, but you always shrugged it off, a careless “maybe” escaping from your lips every time. Maybe meant no.

For years on end, you wished for something more to your life. You wanted to live life with a purpose, you wanted to have an answer when people asked you what you wanted to do with your life, your goals, your passions, the things that inspired you, but you were left with absolutely no answer every time you had been asked these questions. It truly affected you as you grew up, and you felt like you were a coward and absolutely worthless to the world, you felt you were a coward that would never mean any significance to the world.

This trend of self deprecation and lack of motivation carried on for years, until, a moment in which you’d drawn several times occurred. Your mother had allowed you to go outside for a little bit so you could escape from the boredom you suffered through in the house, so you did. You walked outside, the sun instantly illuminating against your skin. Your eyes squinted as you adjusted to the sudden burst of sunlight flashing in your eyes. You skipped along the street, admiring the beauty of the world you lived in. You broke into a run as you spotted the familiar tree you’d always go to. You stumbled as you finally arrived, gasping for air because you had ran so fast.

You sat down, sluggishly resting your head against the tree as you caught your breath. You began to hum some songs you had made up in your head, your head swaying to the rhythm.

“What do you think you’re doing in my spot?” A stern voice questioned, causing your frail body to jump in shock. You placed your hand against your head as you tried to calm your breathing down.

“This is my spot,” you replied, unbothered by his rather disrespectful words that were thrown at you. “I’ve never seen you here before anyways, so don’t try to claim something that isn’t yours.”

“Well, I don’t wanna listen to some random girl sing, I’m trying to relax,” he replied, annoyance obvious in his voice. His fingers gripped onto the grass. He forcefully ripped the grass out of the ground, gripping it tightly, debating. He pitched the sharp grass into your face, and he watched as it fell back down into your lap. “So shoo!” He laughed at his actions.

“What’s your name?” You question, your eyes meeting his gaze. He was taken aback, surprised he wasn’t able to get on your nerves.

“W-Why the hell do you care!” The little boy shouted, desperately wanting you to leave him alone.

“It’s pretty much morally ethical to just introduce yourself to someone,” you reply nonchalantly. “I’m Y/N.”

“You think you’re so damn smart using words like that,” he growled. “I’m J-Jean, but I don’t feel ‘morally obligated’ to tell some random stranger that.”

“That’s fair, I’m not forcing you, Jeannn,” you drag his name on, teasing him. His face grows flushed from frustration, and he opens his mouth but you stop him. “Hey, Jean, I have a question.”

“Yeah, me too! Can you go find your own damn tree?!”

“What’s your dream?”

He was confused, fingers curling against his pants. He tried to open his mouth to make another snarky remark at you, but he was genuinely interested in the intent of your question. He slightly scratched his head, looking ahead of him, his eyebrows deepening as he knew exactly what his dreams were.

“I’m gonna serve in the Survey Corps!” He shouted in excitement, passion glowing in his eyes from the mere thought of it. He looked to you, arms supporting him to stand up straight. “I’m gonna protect every damn person on this island, you hear me? Every single person!” he took a moment to catch his breath from the amount of excitement he was exuding out of his voice. I wanna fight those titan bastards and give them a piece of their own medicine! I wanna protect the people of my island!” He shouts enthusiastically, jumping around in the thrill that filled his body. “HELL YEAH!!!”

Your eyes lit up, a tinted glow swirling around your dilated pupils. You’d never seen someone so genuinely passionate about their life, or about life in general. Your face lit up, it was almost like his pent up excitement was traveling through to you, causing you to stand up as well.

“I...want to have a dream too,” you smiled, looking down at the ground. He turned around to you, his head tilting. “I want to be like you.”

“What?!”

As the years passed by from the innocence of your nine year-old selves at the time, you grew closer and warmed up to each other more. You’d often find yourself eating over his place with his family, they were also so kind to you. You always made sure to remind Jean how lucky he was for the family he was blessed with, to which he’d roll his eyes at you and shout “I KNOW!” Jean would tell you stories of the way he wanted to take out titans, and the plans he had to lead humanity to freedom and peace, and the same feeling that flowed through your veins, heart, soul and mind from when he first told you about his dreams of joining the Survey Corps hit you like a truck every time. He was the only person that made you feel something.

It’s not like the two of you drifted apart, it’s just now, things are...different. You were nine years old when you met him, you had no idea what “feelings for someone” even were. Maybe that day marked the first day of your raging crush for Jean, or maybe it was genuine admiration, hell, maybe it was both! It is just undeniable that it’s harder for things to be how they were back then. Not when the mere second he even steps toward you, you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, your palms beginning to form sweat, and your seething urge to let all your feelings for him escape you.

You clumsily let your fingers slip off the tree, causing you to stumble forward from behind it.

“Y/N!” Sasha calls, waving her hand frantically at you. You’re stunned, your face instantly glowing a bright red from the realization that you’ve been spotted. “You hungry?” She yells extremely loud, despite only being a few feet away from your position.

“I-Um, Sure! Yeah...I’m hungry!” You call over to her, shyly looking to the side. You are desperately hoping that Jean doesn’t catch on to the fact that you were just watching them a few moments ago from a distance.

“Then get your ass over here!” Connie yells, causing Sasha to slap her hand on top of his head. “Oww!!”

You lift yourself up off the ground, eagerly walking, then running towards them. You finally land in front of them, shooting them a grin. Jean, however, doesn’t bat an eye at you. Your heart drops. Is he mad? What did you do? You couldn’t bare the thought of Jean being upset with you.

“J-”

“Hey, Y/N, I’ll go grab you some bread!” Sasha interrupts, recalling you informing her that you were hungry. 

“Thanks,” you smile, turning your head to the side to wave to them as they run both run to be your servants. They shoved each other onto the ground and began to fight, causing you to burst out in laughter. I’ll never get my food, you figured. You turned your head back around to face Jean, biting your lip in fear and the awkward tension that surrounded the two of you. “J-Jean?” No reply.

“Jean, I, um, I’m so sor-”

“Why do you act this way now?” He breaks out, his voice echoing with fury. His fists balled at his sides, and he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from coming off on you too harshly. “You never want to be around me anymore! You never even bother to check on me like you used to, you don’t talk to me about my dreams anymore, y-- you don’t even give a rat’s ass about me anymore, so why do you insist on even smiling at me?”

Your heart twists in a knot as you struggle to find the words to say, you can’t even blame him for a second for feeling the way he feels. It’s true, you had been acting different around him for months now. Naturally, if a close friend starts acting different around you, it will cause concern overtime, and eventually cause you to lash out like Jean was. You swallowed.

“I-I’m sorry,” you mutter, ashamed of yourself as you look down to the ground. “I...think about your dreams every day.”

He turns his head to face you. Finally, you think to yourself.

“I-I just can’t go on like this anymore..”

“What? Can’t go on like what? What about me, Y/N, goddamit. How do you think I feel?”

“I know! I know...I’m sorry, I’m not trying to discard your emotions,” you clench your hands around the bottom of your shirt, desperately trying to tug out the right words. “I’ve just been stuck in my head for awhile now.”

“Tch,” he mutters, annoyed at what he thinks is your ignorance of his emotions. You can’t even blame him for feeling how he does, you went from hanging around him every day to avoiding him at all costs. It hurt him deeply, seeing you drift away from his reach when all he wanted to do since he was that little boy you met behind the tree, was keep you close. “Me too..”

“Jean, come on,” you demand sternly, looking up to face him. “I need to show you something.”

“W-What about Con-” you already got ahold of his arm, grasping onto it before he can finish, forcing him to run with you. The two of you heavily pant as your legs carry you closer and closer to the ocean. The wind brushes back your hair as you head towards the familiar spot, your arms bent at your sides. The warmth of the sun grazes on your back, and you turn to your side to look at Jean. His eyes are focused on what’s ahead, as they always had been. That’s what made you admire Jean, and you blush to yourself as you recall all of the entrancing memories you’d shared with him.

“It’s hard to believe we’d..” he paused to catch his breath. “..ever reach this point of freedom.”

Your face lit up at his impactful words, knowing that he was the reason you joined the Survery Corps alongside him many years ago. He helped your find your motivation, he was your motivation. Your purpose to smile, your reason.

“We’re..here.” You announce as you both rest your hands against your knees, desperately attempting to catch your breath.

“Finally! This better be good if you dragged me all the way here,” he laughs. He seems to have let loose, you thought. “So, w-what is it?” he questions, falling to the sand to lay his body down.

You walk over to where you left your notebook, clutching it in your hands as you pick it up, like all the pages were going to fly out of it. You held onto it for dear life, your legs shaking nervously as you walk back to Jean. Y/N, it’s time to face this. You fall down to your knees, sighing as you finally feel the relief of being able to sit down again. He chuckles at you, causing your cheeks to burn up with happiness.

“I-I’m going to show you something...something very precious to me,” you confess, your eyes meeting his, almost as to look for some sort of reassurance in his gaze. His pupils dilate, not recognizing the feeling of your attention on him. “So, just..promise you won’t judge me, okay? Can you just promise me that?”

“I’d never judge you, Y/N.”

You open your notebook, gulping down an immense amount of fear, embarrassment and utter butterflies that entangled within your stomach from the thought of showing him what lied inside the pages.

“S-So, umm...it’s,” you laugh at yourself, hoping to break the flush from your face. “It’s not all that good, so, please bare with me.”

“Y/N,” Jean replies comfortingly, staring into your eyes. You feel your body heat up from his gaze, struggling to keep eye contact. You clench your fists, as you’re aware of how painfully red you are, and you know it doesn’t go unnoticed. “You’ve never judged me, and I’ve shown you the parts and sides of me that nobody else will ever know,” his voice sounded that of lying in the grass on a warm summer day, with a beaming sun closed in on you. Or maybe you were just recalling the memories of the day you meet Jean. “I’ll always want to be that person for you too, so...instead of worrying so much, just show me already, damn it!”

You can’t help but chuckle at his inability to say something sweet to you without lashing out in someway. You hitch in a deep breath, fluttering the pages open to the page you were searching for. The two of you sat there in the glistening sun, the echoing of the steady waves traveling into your ears. You would’ve never imagined you would be here right now, about to unveil the same drawing you had drawn over and over again since you were a child.

“Here.” You set your notebook in his lap, quickly darting your eyes away, but then back to him again, then away. You truly are dying to see his reaction, but you’re too embarrassed to even do so. Who can blame you? You are afraid of how he will react.

His face lit up in mesmerization, your heartfelt drawing sparking an emotion inside him that he knew he couldn’t deny anymore. Jean Kirstein was madly in love with you since he first laid eyes on you. Jean supposed his childhood habits had dug deep into his mind as he grew up, and he could never let that habit of suppressing his emotions and pretending like they’re not there go away.

A tree lied on the paper, with the back of your body resting against it. In front of you stood Jean, his arm raised in the air. You had drawn his face with precision, highlighting the excitement and passion in his eyes that you could still clearly recall. You could never, ever let that moment leave your mind, no matter what happened. You made a promise to yourself that you would never let that memory escape you. You’d drawn the grass and sky in immense detail, depicting exactly how the shimmering combination of the sun and sky made you feel, along with the aura of perfection that was Jean.

You felt your eyes tear up from relief, after years of suppressing your feelings for Jean, you were so incredibly happy to finally reveal a precious memory that followed you every day since it happened. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, it felt like you could finally breathe again. In an odd way, it felt like you were taken back to that day when you first met Jean. When you first met the man who touched your soul. You felt goosebumps trickle all around your skin as you admired Jean’s features as he stared down at your drawing.

“I don’t know what to say, Y/N I-” his breath went short as his eyes lifted up to yours, then back down to your drawing. “I feel like I’m looking into my mind in this drawing, like...you captured my thoughts,”

His words struck you in ways unimaginable.

“It’s...absolutely breathtaking,” he confessed, dragging himself closer to you. “I think about that day, hell-”

“Every day?” you insist, pulling yourself closer to his face in curiosity. Your lashes fluttered as you stared into his eyes, hoping you could pull more out of him.

“Yeah..” he admits, lost in your eyes. “I love being this close to you.”

Your body shook from his words, not expecting him to feel the same you felt. Being this close to him felt...felt like safety. It felt like peace and tranquility. You wanted to stay here in this moment, your cheeks flushed with his, pinkies brushed together, and noses slightly pecked as the clouds slowly glide across the sky.

“Thank you,” you whisper, salty tears waltzing down your cheeks. “Thank you, Jean Kirstein, for claiming that tree,” you lift your hand up to grip onto his for support. He responds by squeezing your hand tightly, letting you know it’s okay to cry. He wants you to not hold back, and reveal all your precious emotions to him. “thank you for always getting annoyed by me, thank you f-for-” you choke on your tears.

“Y/N-”

“Thank you for telling me that you wanted to join the Survery Corps!” you burst out, your words calling out to the wind. You wanted to be heard. “Thank you...for giving me purpose!”

You pull away from him, your hands digging into the sand. Your whole body was shaking like your breath was, insanely flustered to be pouring your heart out to the most remarkable person you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. Your arms trembled as your legs supported you to stand up. “Thank you for being my world, Jean Kirstein.”

The breath taken man stands up, towering over you. His face is a bright red, his hands trembling from the immense weight your words held in his mind.

“I’ll...tell you my dreams every day,” he whispers to you, lowering his head. “if it means I get to see the beauty of your motivation a million times over like I did the day you joined the Survery Corps.” “Y/N, your motivation shines so brightly, even right now,” he takes your quivering hand in his, squeezing it tight in an attempt to calm you down. “I don’t know how I would’ve ever had the guts to confess to you, so...I know how hard it must be..t-to tell me all your secrets,” he breathes in sharply. "...even so, you’re gorgeous like this,” he gently smiles, eyes piercing into yours. “So just kiss m-”

Your lips collided with his, your knees struggling to hold you up from your trembling. You wrap your arms around his neck to balance yourself once again, to which he responds by wrapping his around your fragile figure. His body feels like that day, he feels like that day. He feels like freedom.

“Mmh,” you wince against the intense kiss you found yourself in. After years of concealing these feelings you had for him, it came out in a raging passion. It felt so good to feel his smooth lips plummeting against yours. It was out of a dream. When you two pulled away from the kiss, you were out of breath. “J-”

“I love you.”

[scrabbleknight]

It doesn't explain why he's conjuring jeans but I like his spirit.

Thomas Blackshear, from Illustrators 25 (1984)

[gilly-bj]

Hi guys I just wanted to say that if you are a multishipper and you can’t take criticism, my blog isn’t the right place for you. You know I ship Mikasa only with Levi and viceversa so obviously I don’t support all these unconfirmed leaks about Jeankasa canon. Many RMs have already said that, so please don’t throw hate on Jeank*sa shippers; we know how it feels to be hated for no reason, and I really hate when the one bullied becomes the bully. I feel you, I’m mad too but remember that the parts about Jeank*sa are not confirmed so let’s not throw hate on them for nothing. We must wait patiently June. I think i will post more about EH in this month, my EH heart is the only one that makes me laugh at 139 since I can’t really believe that chapter was meant to be taken seriously. Anyway, like I say, I will criticize Jeank*sa. Criticism isn’t hate if you are not disrespectful. I have the right to share my opinions and to criticize a ship if I want to, don’t use the hate thing as an excuse just because someone doesn’t agree with you. And talking about Jeank*sa shippers, I don’t really want to defend E*s right now but all these Jeank*asa supporters are acting exactly like them a month ago. I hate the hypocrisy here; E*s said it was obvious that E* was canon and now J* are doing the same thing when they probably hated what E*s were doing. Clap clap 👏 Again I don’t want to defend E*s but J*s behavior sounds ridiculous to me. This kind of behavior from J*s didn’t surprise me since I expected that; I know the aot fandom now and everyone there knows how to be a perfect hypocrite sometimes. I’m neutral about both E*s and J*s but I don’t support their behaviors at all. Obviously, Jeank*sa don’t deserve the hate they are getting but don’t treat them like angels because they are not, like everyone in this fandom. Please if, and just if, RM somehow becomes canon, don’t do this shit about the “it has always been obvious “, it’s easy to say so if you are a shipper. If

IF

our ship becomes canon then let’s write analysis that will help the non shippers to understand why they are a good couple. Let’s show we are different from the other fandoms and we don’t follow their hypocrite behaviors.

But This is just an opinion.

Please don’t reblog this post with the tags: #jeank*sa #erem*ka #snk139

[ask-jeank-blog]

Being a vacay dad of two adorable chow chows for two more days

[mikaswarudo]

tw: mentions of inc*st, p*dophilia, gr**ming, m*lestation, etc.

okay yall i never post and just usually like a bunch of fandom content like a spectator, but now i feel like i need to speak up since the RM fandom has been getting a lot of hate on twitter, and now it’s coming onto tumblr. ive been in the snk fandom since early 2016 and i remember asking the small number of friends i had online/at school who they liked in snk together; they said rivamika. at the time i wasn’t into the manga, but saw a watchmojo vid that called levi an ackerman, so i assumed mikasa and levi were cousins and i immediately called my friends out saying how levi and mikasa were incest, but realized a few weeks later how wrong i was (LOL GOD I WISH I COULD TAKE THAT BACK)

i read the data book not long after and realized mikasa and levi are 3rd cousins, so i thought it wasn’t wrong bc this isn’t real life, snk literally a fictional world taking place in the past with child soldiers. nobody has time to worry abt age gaps? it felt weird shipping rivamika, as i personally wouldn’t go for someone related (albeit distantly) to me or with a significant age gap, but levi and mikasa just seem to make sense? i would’ve shipped jeank*sa more if we were given more content of them, but rivamika makes sense. last two members of an almost extinct clan, who are male and female, who happen to be in the military together, who aren’t closely related? levi, who’s watched and contributed to her growth as a person? it just makes sense; their entire dynamic just makes sense. also with grooming, i don’t think it’s grooming bc levi hasn’t made a pass or any sexual/romantic advances towards her. also rivetra has a big age gap so why is the age gap between levi and mikasa a huge problem? levi probably met petra when she was younger, and other age gap couples exist in snk (erens parents) and in real life, some celebrities have big age gap relationships. (correct me if i’m wrong lol) rivamika has a similar dynamic to most ships i enjoy (not gonna list to ruin tags, might share in the future tho)

seeing all the hate on twitter makes me sad, and the arguments are just plain stupid and ignorant, as if ppl don’t read the manga. i felt like i had to speak up. in real life, i tell people i ship erem*ka/jeank*sa (i don’t mind these ships, but i prefer RM) to not be judged bc i get how people would misunderstand rivamika, like how i once did. nowadays lots of people watch snk for the trend (especially those on tiktok) and these “fans” can be quite ignorant, hypocritical, and harsh (ex: anime-only gabi haters who say she deserves to get m*lested) i feel like rivamika shippers are super chill and accepting, and i don’t think we deserve this :(

also for the whole incest thing.. izumi and itachi were from the same clan, people don’t have a problem with it, but have a problem with RM... okay then

anyways there’s so much more i want to say but it’s late and i just needed to let this out. lol if there are typos, i’m so sorry i didn’t read over this ahh

[askaceattorney]

Dear Jeank Hdea,

That’s a bit personal, don’t you think?  I will say this much, though -- I love every last bit of him, from the top of his cute head to the bottom of his tired feet!  All that patrolling keeps him in excellent shape.

-Rola O’Malley

[djactionslacks]

Tonight on my @kmhd_jazz_radio radio show I’ll bid farewell to #ClydieKing who passed away on Jan 7. It was just recently that I shared this clip of #VenettaFields & Clydie from the 70s version of “A Star Is Born”. . Clydie & Venetta provided backup vocals on countless records from the 60s & 70s. In fact, as the music industry became more homogenized in the 1970s & opportunities for soul singers began to dwindle, artists who once had burgeoning solo soul careers found themselves being called in to soulfully enhance records by white pop and rock stars throughout the 1970s. Sometimes the back-up artists were given credit, often times they were little more than a fine print, liner note listing (if that). . Tonight, along with Clydie, during the 10 pm hour, I will feature soul recordings released by women backup singers: #MerryClayton, #GloriaJones, #CissyHouston, #PatLewis, #ClaudiaLennear, #JeanKing, and more! Join me tonight and each Thursday 9 - 11 pm at 89.1 fm! Stream it live worldwide at kmhd.org. . #Portland #SoulMusic #60sSoul #70sSoul #TheAndantes #Andantes #SweetInspirations #TheBlossoms #DarleneLove https://www.instagram.com/p/BseWPTSBgVQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=shnwtgn0h4fz

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Shoutout to user Jeank on the opm phone game Road to Hero who is hellbent on beating my team but hasn’t gotten there quite yet

Keep reaching for the stars my friend

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american surnames + atomic and subatomic particles BUT excluding "r"

Adan Aggindan Aggy Agne Agnesie Alay Aldanny Alece Alen Alenna Aleody Aleon Aley Alile Alin Alles Allidan Alphottine Alvia Alvio Ambetthia Amel Amon Analia Ananda Anath Ancectone Anda Ande Angellyn Aniancia Anie Anis Anneugh Anneunevey Anny Antopha Asmon Aulia Axie Axina Axisotin Bece Belindyon Belyn Bethy Bettha Beula Bevadia Bevannia Blaude Blawn Blee Bone Boseteve Bothawn Candawn Cannadle Casemy Cecton Chel Chela Chellaulil Chype Clawn Clin Clis Clistifton Clyn Clystie Cobie Cobil Codix Cona Connet Cott Cotteph Couino Cusidgeo Dalino Dall Daluiseank Dalvale Dancith Dannie Davia Davive Deanianda Debosindy Dessam Dian Dildst Dine Dinon Dita Ditt Dollew Donin Donni Dony Dough Douine Dusie Dwilawn Dwinalie Ebet Edet Edga Edon Eita Elet Elexcil Eley Elia Elin Eline Elis Ellando Ellie Ellill Ellydealle Eloin Elsal Elson Emis Emmy Essamion Estie Eugett Eulistaque Evadita Exaney Exio Feley Gelexci Gelian Gelixine Gellily Gence Genny Gethew Gion Gleo Gleslixie Gluclielle Gluisa Glula Gluonna Hael Hana Hane Heliphype Hella Helva Heon Hewisy Higuell Hith Hithyon Holeon Hothle Hottin Iany Idixio Inet Inon Istie Istin Ivicky Ivittin Jacelate Jacy Jailla Jaita Jamagno Jamice Jamicky Jamon Jamoton Janal Jangell Jank Janne Jannyanon Jasemy Jashele Jashely Jasmon Javey Jealeene Jeancisa Jeandy Jeane Jeanice Jeank Jeankline Jeannina Jeatt Jeffay Jenan Jeneen Jennet Jeslennie Jesonettet Jestino Jila Jimola Jimp Joanceccam Joanda Joandy Joanel Joanie Joanni Joannie Joelia Johaly Johammy Johanda Johnne Johnnya Jonance Jony Josea Josefingie Joson Josonnie Joyanisca Juanie Judence Judille Judixin Judyon Julanie Juliannie Julino Junes Jusse Kata Kath Kathel Kathew Katonie Katte Kaymon Keida Kelenthyl Kella Kely Kena Kene Keve Keven Kieth Laine Lano Leen Leencellew Lenie Lenna Leste Lexiene Lexin Lian Lick Line Liona Livandy Livent Llynny Lodith Loino Loinon Loisa Loistau Lolina Luce Luclyn Luel Lulia Lupquan Lyne Lyssie Maditono Madlexinon Mael Maelisonia Magne Magno Majon Manca Manda Mane Manetie Manice Mann Mantiff Masham Massie Maton Maulip Maxis Maymon Mayn Mayto Megh Megie Megilys Mela Meleann Meline Mell Melmance Micence Mick Mickimon Miltoped Mina Minattino Mine Minne Mistam Mitne Mondstis Mono Mothel Nadle Nald Natheig Natte Nith Nuci Nucisonie Nuciston Nucliph Nucy Nuel Olette Olgay Ollentona Ophinon Paman Pammy Pata Path Pathon Pati Pealvice Pegino Pence Pennie Phenn Phennya Phew Phiggsbon Phigue Phown Phylfeliam Plan Plece Pley Polaudie Pold Poldannie Poldia Polino Poll Pomam Pomeston Possie Sabettyl Saleste Salle Sallee Salvine Sama Sambevela Samuon Scisto Scody Selino Shael Shelatoya Shleenne Shleony Sides Skyla Slee Sneleen Sonna Sope Sophon Stan Stie Stiell Stim Stin Suel Sustia Tack Tamell Tamion Tand Tanica Tassidi Taula Teptonnie Thanda Theanne Thilyntie Tinon Tithy Tomig Tona Tophiggie Vanino Vanthele Vend Vian Vice Viceces Vicia Vinette Viney Vingeodd Vion Vita Wale Wallie Wana Wayntie Whia Whiguy Wilia Wilyn Wimony Wine Yona Yvon Zacought Zanth Zine Zineuth Zinon

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TOP 15 restaurantes de comidas rapidas de Bucaramanga

15. SUBWAY

Es una cadena de restaurantes de comida rápida estadounidense especializada en la elaboración de sándwich submarino, bocadillos, ensaladas y pizza por ración. Tiene sedes por muchos países en diferentes ciudades, y para mi es un lugar muy rico y tiene una gran ventaja a comparación de muchos restaurantes y es su agilidad de preparación en caso de apuros, ademas uno elige que quiere que le coloquen en su sándwich al gusto.

14. HAMBURGUESAS EL GARAGE

Bucaramanga se ha vuelto muy conocida por su comida rápida y Hamburguesas El Garaje se volvió para obligatoria para todos los visitantes. Son hamburguesas muy originales, algunas clásicas, de buen tamaño y de buen sabor. La tártara es deliciosa y  se acompaña con un melao de piña que nos encanta. las papas son muy crocantes y la atención es buena, y hay de diferentes sabores para gustos de diferentes personas.

13. MERCAGAN PARRILLA

Con el concepto de comida santandereana, en Mercagán Parrilla encontrará el cabrito, el cerdo, la carne oreada, la fritanga, la yuca frita, la arepa y las mejores sopas santandereanas. Sin olvidar desde luego a los jóvenes y niños a quienes ofrecen las mejores hamburguesas, pinchos y un exquisito menú infantil. En experiencia personal es excelente la atención , el sabor, la carne es única, y el ambiente es super santandereano.   

12. CAMACHOS 

Camachos es un restaurante de hamburguesas que ha cogido fuerza en la ciudad, este tiene algo diferente y es su innovación de hamburguesas con sabores exquisitos y con su distintas salsas para combinas y crear una explosión de sabores al probarlas.

11. CHOPES

Es un restaurante de hamburguesas, es del hermano del de CAMACHOS, son exquisitas, tienen buen servicio y han cogido fuerza por las redes sociales, super recomendadas. las salsas son super deliciosas y eso hace tener mas clientes.

10. LIBARDOG

Es un restaurante de comidas rápidas, con algo único que lo hace resaltar sobre otros, es su barra de salsas y las papas. uno decide que agregarle en la cantidad que quiera y tienen costos para disfrutar de mucha cantidad del servicio.

9. DONDE JEANK

Comidas rápidas de todo tipo, a mi me gusta son los perros, son gigantes y bien rellenos de pollo, huevo codorniz, salsa tartara deliciosa, piña, precios accesibles y super recomendado.

8. Chicken box

Para los amantes del pollo, las alitas , este restaurante de comidas de ese tipo y unas que me encantan , las chicken fries, super deliciosas, con queso cheddar, salsa bbq, super deliciosas.

7. AL ROCK BURGUER

Es un sitio de hamburguesas deliciosas , resalta por su piña y tártara, tienen un buen servicio, en mi opinion yo voy por las salsas, vale la pena.

6. VIKINGOS

el restaurante de comidas rápidas, hamburguesas deliciosas, y el lugar es muy al estilo medieval, por eso como dice su nombre, excelente atención, salsas super ricas y rico todo.

5.  JUANPA PIZZA

es una pizza con sabores exquisitos, a mi me gusta mucho, tienen de todo tipo para todo gusto y salsas aparte deliciosas

4. DONDE LUIGI

hamburguesas, perros , papas, salsa tártara deliciosa, un lugar para variar delicioso , excelente atención y ambiente para ir con amigos.

3. EL CORRAL

me encanta este lugar, hamburguesas hechas al carbón, deliciosas, salsa rica, atención muy buena, y un ambiente de mucho estilo.

2. ZIRUS PIZZA

pizzeria que no podia faltar, super deliciosa, sin palabras para este ligar, super recomendado, buen servicio y todo exquisito.

1. EL PATRON

Amantes de los tacos, super recomendado este lugar, todo es delicioso y no podia faltar por mencionar.

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Somewhere below the sea by JeanK

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que tal mi jeank