#mama jean

[jean--harlow]

Jean and Mama Jean at the racetrack

[sugarhighxoxo]

lil mama & Avril Lavigne on set of girlfriend remix

[oxygenbefore1775]

whenever I feel salty about Jean being only the sixth best in the 104th top ten, I have to remind myself that he got outranked by 4 shifters and 1 Ackermann

so Jean in a sense is the first and the best normal (i.e. not a titan holder or an Ackermann) Cadet in the line-up

out of hundreds of Cadets Jean emerged on top and the only ones he couldn't best were literal superhumans with super abilities on their side

[thesigmasdumpinggrounds]

"How. Many. LIGHTS ARE THERE??"

"YOUR MOTHER!!"

[harmoniouseclipse]

Woe fankids be upon ye

Doing a little series where I took some ship requests on my instagram to make them fankids, this one is for me tho (jeanlisa to kick it off whoo 🙌🏻) The lineup so far is Cytham, Kavetham, Lionfish (aka Freminet x Gaming aged up probably idk how old they are canonically), Cynonari, Jealuc, and Beiguang, and feel free to send me some other pairings you wanna see (as long as they are legal pls otherwise I will ignore it 👎)

I'm gonna ramble about some headcanons and lore for them under the cut, continue with caution bc I'm insane

These two are my brainrot rn, don't even joke lad. And I wanna tell yall their name meanings too bc I like them a lot 🥹 Zephra's means "west wind" derived from Greek, and it's the feminine version of Zephyr. Tyrian was a type of purple dye used by the Ancient Phoenicians, huge huge HUGE thanks to my pookie bear @miothefish for helping me out with his name!!! Also he has Lisa's butterfly earring and you can't see bc of the angle but Zephra has the rose that went in her hair holding her ponytail <3

I'm also making a massive family tree for the characters as a go along, and just the jeanlisa tree is taking up half of the canvas bc of the KoF and Sumeru characters since Cyno is their uncle and the rest of the gang are their honorary uncles 😭 I'll be posting that once the series is done/all the requests are finished/I run out of ships and otps I enjoy

Here's an alternative version with some more info on most of the characters I wanted to briefly mention in their relation to them; Tyrian likes calling Eula his aunt too even though she was never really considered one for them so it's kind of like her unofficial title she pretends to dislike but she loves it and dotes on Tyrian 🤭 She and Diluc also helped train Zephra with a claymore and Diluc kind of became a parental figure to her in her teen years after Lisa's passing 🥺 She also feels like she's outshined by Jean and that she's not smart or powerful enough to follow in Lisa's footsteps (something that Lisa wouldn't want anyways bc it led her to her death 😔) rip zephra she's just like me fr

And yeah some Kaeya angst bc he's still going thru it I fear, and Jean is single mombossing but she's worried for zephra which me too dawg, im afraid to say she might be cooked 😦 Zephra is also kind of like a weird mix of Lisa when she was her age and Jean, where overall she's well-mannered and kind but she can be competitive and feel the need to push herself too much and pull a few strings to get what she wants from time to time. Tyrian is a ray of sunshine tho, he has not yet witnessed the horrors 💔 I do think that Jean is also a lot easier on him than her mom was with her so that also helps. He's very shy tho and wants to stick with Zephra or Razor most of the time, and they both have some nasty tan lines from going out with Razor and Klee and Fischl a lot 😔 Cyno also freaking loves them and dotes on them and Tyrian is getting a TCG addiction because of it smh, Cyno is also one of Zephra's favorite people and when she's in Sumeru she stays with him and Alhaitham (bc in my universe they are married ough I love cytham)

And (I think?) Klee physically and mentally ages slower than humans so I think she'd be technically 9 or 10, and Zephra is left with babysitting duty most of the time if she's home on break or smth 😭 Klee really looks up to her tho

Also, I wrote Tyrian's last bullet point like he was super young when Lisa died, but I think he was around 7 so he actually remembers Lisa better than I intended it to sound, he was just younger than Zephra (who was 11 at the time) and just didn't have as much time with her as Zeph did, but his most fond memory of Lisa was reading with her and she probably taught them some potion-making skills too.

I think there will be some abyss angst in here too at some point, since I hc Lisa to be probably an Abyss Lector/Harold (I forget which is which) um so thinking that Zeph and Tyrian experiencing some not normal things happening and Jean doesn't know what to do since Lisa also didn't really know what that dog in her was until it was too late 😔 That's what Kaeya's for tho since he's like the heir of the abyss???? Go off king. Also some touchy ragbros angst bc Kaeya is scared for Zeph knowing how close she is with Luc and he doesn't want him to push her away because of her being from the abyss or smth (they mostly made up but it's still a fear in Kaeya's mind both for him and Jean's kids)

I think that's all I wanted to touch on for now?? Mainly just thinking about domestic fluff and angst all the time now 🥺 Zeph not being able to be open with Jean bc she feels like a disappointment but Jean would literally actually die for her and shes proud of her no matter what ough im going to lose my freak dawg guess who my favorite fankid is it's super hard ik

Send me asks or dms or whatever for more ship requests!!! I'm having so much fun with this dawg 🫶🏻

[jellysquiddles]

MOTHER!!!! MOTHER!!!!

[ffverr]

Synchronized team leaders Jean and Scott my beloved !!!!

[nerd-stuff-inc]

When X-Men: Apocalypse first came out I thought Jean, Scott, and Kurt were super badass. Like the characters, I was a 16/17 year old high schooler, so of course I would think that. But looking at them now, as an adult with fully developed frontal lobes?

They don't look badass, they look like kids. Do you see those baby faces? (Especially Scott. 🥺) They don't need to save the day, they need a hug and someone to tell them they deserve all the love in the world.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Calling their kids "squirt" because that's how they got into their mama's belly.

☆ Levi ☆ Connie ☆ Jean ☆ Reiner ☆ Eren ☆ Armin ☆ Aizawa ☆ Izuku ☆ Kirishima ☆ Bakugo ☆ Denki ☆ Gojo ☆ Yuji ☆ and anyone else you can see doing this (I'm sure there are some I'm missing) 😁.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Hobie Brown gives me such a Virgil Hawkins vibe.I know he a mama's boy who lost his mama when he was lil but does his best to keep her spirit alive through himself and that those wicks used to be dreads but he switched 'em up as visual black character development

[dixiedeplorable3rdtime]

Don’t mess with the Mama Bears! Be Prepared! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

[princessanneftw]

Princess Anne, Peter Phillips and Zara Phillips attending the Royal Windsor Horse Show on 11 May 1985

[sydneighsays]

*a few months after Edward joined the army*

Roy viewing security footage : *Edward opens the door to the office building but the wind blows it back and smacks him*

Ed: *smacks it back* fuck you

Fuck you, stupid fuckin-

Fucker, stupid bitch

Bitch motherfucker

*middle fingers at door*

Fuckin bitch

*walks calmly into the building*

Roy: I don't know how to handle this. Do I punish him?

Havoc: fuck that door.

[spacedadsupport]

Jean-Luc Picard @SpaceDadSupport Everybody makes mistakes. Do not allow inconsequential mistakes to haunt you or awful people to repeatedly throw them in your face. I was tempted to build an error into this text but that would have been deliberate, not a mistake. Some of my messages contain errors; so be it. 3:03 PM · Jul 6, 2024

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[jihyein]

221130 || Minji

[corner-stories]

the whole "boyfriends" thing

Jean Kirschtein. Reiner Braun. High School AU. Chess Boards. Cigarettes. Mother-Son Conversations. 1657 words. (ao3.)

By dumbass teenage boy standards, Jean Kirschtein’s bedroom is fairly neat. Even if the odd marker or paint tube finds itself on the floor, every sock is either tucked into his drawer or tossed into the hamper, every sweater is hung cleanly in his closet or methodically placed on a hook near his door. Even his lacrosse sticks are leaning neatly against a wall. 

Reiner is usually able to find a place for himself, that place often being the bed or the floor, as it’s where he can best fit in the limited space. Today he sits with his back against the headboard, situated near the window on a chilly afternoon where the sky is covered with clouds. 

The size of the mattress may be small, yet Jean remains in front of him, his long legs folded as he balances a mixed media sketchbook on his knee. Despite the modestly-sized chess board between them, Jean is a lot more concerned with doodling than engaging in the game. 

Every few moves they’ll pass the lit cigarette between them, though as the pieces get scattered over the board Jean finds himself accepting it less and less. But Reiner doesn’t seem to mind, as the sound of the Pet Shop Boys playing off laptop speakers keeps their little corner of the world at ease. 

Reiner moves his rook across the board, placing it in the ideal spot to take out Jean’s king. 

“Check.”

Jean’s eyes show a mild disinterest in the game, yet he puts his charcoal pencil in his mouth so he can move his bishop in front of his king. He then goes back to shading his sketch with soft, dusty lines.

Reiner rolls his eyes and moves one of his knights, further creating another point of attack to take down Jean’s king. 

“Double check.”

Jean gives his boyfriend a glare. “You can’t double check, dipshit.” 

“Yes, I can…” Reiner starts, taking a rather slow pull of the cigarette. “...and I will.” 

Jean rolls his eyes before ceding to the notion. He’s far past the point of arguing over chess, and thus takes Reiner’s rook and knocks down his king himself. He doesn’t put up a fight when Reiner scoffs and begins reorganizing the board for round four. It helps that he’s not entirely invested in the match, as the drawing of a flower in his book is far more important. 

Reiner passes the cigarette to Jean as he assembles the next game, Jean tipping some ash into the tray before taking a drag of his own. After blowing out a puff of smoke he places the stick on the tray, which resides on his windowsill. 

Then like clockwork, a knock is heard and the bedroom door creaks open. Being used to Jean’s mother by now, Reiner’s disposition barely changes as she pops her head into the room. He hadn’t even heard her enter the house. 

Arielle Kirschtein’s eyes are a familiar shade of hazel, the kind with the slightest bits of green, but unlike Jean her hair is a bit darker and her face looks a lot softer, a contrast to her son’s more angular features. Donning a hoodie over her usual nursing scrubs, it’s safe to assume that she just got home from a shift. 

“Jeanbo,” Arielle begins. “Did you-”

“Yeah, Ma,” Jean grumbles, not looking up from his drawing. He places his pencil between his teeth again to start smudging the medium with his finger. He manages to speak through the object in his mouth. “The chicken’s defrosting. Took it out when I got home.” 

Arielle smiles and nods. “That’s all I needed to hear, thank you.” 

Reiner looks at Arielle with a calm expression. Perhaps any other mother would clutch her pearls at the sight, one involving a strappingly handsome linebacker in her son’s bed with a lit cigarette resting on the windowsill. But she proves to be different, giving the guest in her home an honest smile. 

“Hi, Mrs. Kirschtein,” Reiner greets, clearly trying to sound polite. 

“Oh, Reiner, you know you can call me Arielle, right?” she jests, letting out a laugh. 

The linebacker chuckles. “Yeah, I’m still working on that.” 

Arielle nods, then eyes her son being artsy and deep. “And Jeanbo, remember to-”

“Yes, Ma!” Jean responds, implying that he’s heard this particular tone of voice countless times. He dramatically pulls the pencil from his mouth to begin more shading. “We’ll clean up when we’re done!” 

Arielle lets out another laugh, an infectious noise that cuts into the music playing from the laptop. “Okay, you boys behave.” 

Once she’s gone she closes the door. The chess board is now set up and Reiner reaches for the cigarette again, holding it between his fingers. One would expect a football player to be more health-conscious, yet something about the atmosphere of Jean’s room helps him stop caring, even if for a moment. Sometimes he wonders what the school would think to see the star football player and lacrosse captain enjoying a smoke together, some people would find it more scandalous than the whole “boyfriends” thing. 

“Why’s your mom so chill?” Reiner asks, making the first move in the game.

“Because when I was young I was an absolute fucking nightmare,” Jean explains, his signature snark seeping into his voice. 

He reaches over and moves his own pawn, then when Reiner passes the cigarette he accepts, taking a drag with the energy of a vintage film star who’s no longer a suitable leading lady at the tender age of twenty five. 

“Life tip,” Jean starts, keeping his eyes on his significant other. “Lower the bar when you’re a kid so the bare minimum impresses your mother in the future.”

Reiner chuckles, though this time it’s plagued with a sense of unease, a contrast to the lightheartedness he had shown not a minute earlier. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

…

…

…

Reiner is gone by the time dinner rolls around. As per usual, Jean rids his room of the smoky smell with a can of air freshener and the strategic opening of his window. Once the warmer weather comes around he and Reiner should be able to spend time in the backyard, whether they be training like the productive athletes they are or continuing to be teenage dipshits. But in the meantime, Jean’s bedroom will have to do. 

Once the space is mostly clean he heads downstairs, entering the kitchen to join his mother. 

Arielle is cooking when Jean walks by. He heads straight to the fridge to retrieve the milk, then like clockwork he takes a pull directly from the carton.

Arielle wordlessly grabs a glass from the cupboard and slides it across the counter, where Jean catches it. 

Jean rolls his eyes but heeds to her request, pouring himself a glass of milk like a respectable young man. For once. 

“Did Reiner leave?” Arielle asks, focusing on her cooking as her son chugs milk behind her. 

Jean nods as he puts down his glass. “Yeah, he has to pick up his cousin from karate. It’s a whole thing.” 

Arielle hums. “Good to know.” 

A few moments pass as she continues to cook and Jean pours himself another glass of milk — clearly, his sudden growth spurt isn’t going to fuel itself. When Arielle steps away from the stove she heads to the spice shelf. She doesn’t need to reach for the tarragon for long before Jean steps in, silently grabbing the small bottle that’s just out of his mother’s reach. At least he’s using his freakish frankenteen height for good. 

Arielle grins as she accepts the spices, then heads back to the stove. “I ran into Karina, by the way, at the post office.” 

Jean raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Arielle nods as she sprinkles dried herbs into a pan full of stir-fried chicken and vegetables. “Yeah, she’s…” she begins, then pauses to think her words through. “...she’s not exactly the easiest person to talk to.”

Jean’s only reaction is to shrug. “That’s Ms. Braun for ya.”

The sound of a sizzling pan fills the kitchen as Jean feels his smartphone vibrate. He fishes it out of his pocket as he leans against the counter, reading the latest text from his boyfriend. The bulk of the message consists of a smiling selfie depicting Reiner and his little cousin, the caption explaining that Gabi finally earned her green belt with a flurry of excited emojis. 

Jean grins and sends back a reply about how she’ll be the next linebacker by the time she’s in high school. 

The memory of Reiner’s smile remains in Jean’s mind even after putting his phone down. Soon he feels his mother tapping his shoulder, then when he looks over he sees her gesturing to a cutting board, a knife, and several stalks of unsliced scallions. She doesn’t need to say anything for him to walk over and get to work. 

The sound of chopping permeates the air, alongside the sizzle and Arielle’s quiet humming. As Jean meticulously slices the scallions as thin as his mother prefers them, a sudden thought comes to his mind, one influenced by the conversion between him and his mother, as well as the message from his boyfriend. 

“Uh… mom?” Jean starts. 

Arielle doesn’t look up from her pan. “Yes?”

“Ms. Braun doesn’t know about me and Reiner,” Jean decides to say. He keeps his words simple, not wanting to complicate things. Like his mother, he focuses on cooking, but lets the topic in mind retain its weight. “So could you maybe… not let her in on this?”

Arielle looks to Jean, then when he meets her gaze he notices the worried, questioning look on her face.

“Not tell her we’re together, I mean,” he’s quick to clarify. 

And to that Arielle doesn’t hesitate. She nods her head and immediately goes back to cooking, understanding the request but not making a fuss about it.

“Of course, of course.”