#jamean

[chrry-p1e79]

i just found out Jean and Logan’s ship name was never referred to—and still isn’t referred to—as WolverJean?? i just always assumed that’s what it was. in honor of Hugh’s Wolverine revival, i will not shut the fuck up about this. WolverJean shippers, what the fuck were you thinking??

[military1st]

A U.S. Marine during Certification Exercise (CERTEX) aboard Camp Pendleton, California.

The U.S. Marine Corps photo by Sgt. Jamean Berry (2015).

[peakyblinders1919]

Haddie Harrington Pt 3

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“And he just looks… exactly the same?”

“Well, not exactly…” Stopping, the wheels in your brain turned and turned. How was one supposed to eloquently describe something so beautiful? In simile, in metaphor, with a wave of a paintbrush, and still no words or drawings could do him justice. “He looks like Steve but older. His hair is a little shorter in the back, still long on top, sort of reminiscent of his hair junior year when he still cared enough to style it-” before he let it grow out, you remembered, nearly salivating at the thought. “He was wearing wire-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, shirt tucked into his jameans at the right place, a hint of a five o’clock shadow on his cheeks…” You were doing a meek job of describing him, babbling rather than using words to form the masterpiece you’d laid eyes on. Like a fine wine, he’d only aged well. 

Better than well. 

Robin listened, though inattentively, while focusing on the new vase on her potter’s wheel; tongue sticking out in concentration, hands covered in gray mud, wet clay caked under her fingernails. 

“And all you said was ‘hi Harrington’?” 

It was way better than you had anticipated.

“Well, yeah. At first. But we talked a little bit about the school day, when he should expect to pick her up and all that.”

“And he had nothing to say about being MIA for four years?”

“Robs, I had twenty other parents and students to greet, we didn’t exactly have time to catch up.” 

“Then I hope one of you dingus’ asked the other to coffee after school or something…”

That would have been too easy. 

As much as you’d like for it to be that easy, as if four whole years had not gone by, it was too long a time to ignore. Too many changes; the school, your job, all of Hawkins looking a little different, subtle changes like the new statue in Jefferson square, the restoration and slight modernization of city hall, his daughter, his life.

Steve Harrington looked like a Dad ready to live his life.

“Was he wearing it?”

“Wearing what?” 

As if reading your thoughts, as if she knew what you were anticipating, she made you stop and think. How easy it was to remember the buttercup yellow of his polo shirt reflecting against his pale ivory skin, freckles leaving dots of constellations glowing across his face. How easy it was to notice the way his biceps stretched against the cotton sleeves of his shirt, the chocolate brown of his eyes matching the rich, brown syrupy swoop of his hair, even how easy it was to notice he still wore that damn watch on his left wrist, hands ticking a few minutes behind, the watch that he had inherited from someone who’d believed in him along the way, and you swore he never took off since.

But you failed to notice if he was wearing a ring.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Your best friend brought the potter’s wheel to a halt, extra wet clay spinning off in a flash and smearing against her cheek.

“I didn’t look.” 

“Well, that’s the most important thing to find out.”

“Well, why do I have to do it? I’m his daughter’s teacher for fucks sake, I’m sure I’m going to see him again. Dropping her off, picking her up. Speaking of, when are you going to go see him?”

“Whenever he decides to step up and call, introduce his little girl to Auntie Robin.” Rolling your eyes, nudging your shoulder with hers as she wiped herself clean, you waltzed around each other in the studio space, closing it for the night.

“She looks just like him. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s some miraculous clone of him, no woman involved.”

“That’d be easier for you, wouldn’t it?”

“I know what that smile of yours means Buckly, and you can wipe it clear off now before I do. Steve Harrington and I are just friends.”

Did just friends know each other’s favorite color, favorite ice cream flavor, favorite band, favorite guilty pleasure song? Did just friends finish each other’s sentences? Did just friends remember little things about each other, like their mother’s birthday, the anniversary of the day they first met, their birthdays? Did just friends know how to comfort the other when they were hurt? Did just friends remember what made the other laugh, what made the other tick, how the other liked to be touched softly here, roughly there? 

Did just friends know how each other tasted?

Did just friends dream about getting another taste?

“Just friends,” Robin mocked as if the woman lived in your head. She shut off the lights, edged into the refreshing night air, and walked a few blocks with you back home. 

Even if you did entertain the thought of Steve being a single father for even a second, who was to say he wanted you to be anything more to him than his daughter’s teacher? Your relation to him destined in the stars, never to change from just friends to something unspoken, something more.

“I’m not a homewrecker.”

“I wouldn’t insinuate such a thing.”

“Why are we even entertaining this?”

“You tell me.” Through the darkness, you could make out the wiggle of Robin’s eyebrows.

Were you entertaining it? No, not yet. Daydreaming wasn’t your fortè. The bubbling in your chest felt that morning was just the anticipation of seeing him again if you were going to see him again. The bubbling simmered, low and hot and persistent when it was him standing in front of you, not a ghost of who he was. Even in the dark, evening breeze cool against your cheeks, maybe the heat never left, parts of you warm to the touch and still a bit bothered by the sight of him. Who he was.

A father. A dad. Carrying his little girl with ease, speaking to her softly and sweet, mirror smiling his. If there was one thing you could never forget about Steve Harrington (besides the hair) it was his personality. Spilling over such a strong sense of caring for others, protecting others, and accepting others. More so than himself. You didn’t have to wonder if that remained the same, that much was obvious from his smile as he picked Haddie up earlier that day.

“You’ll love her. She showed up in yellow rain boots.”

“Yeah?” Robing laughed, maybe a bit sad at the realization she might have to meet Haddie Harrington through you and your stories alone, left forever wondering what happened to make her best friend leave her life without an explanation and never give her the chance to enter it again.

“She’s smart, knows her letters and numbers. And she’s a real artist. Knows all her colors.. She had a unique interpretation of her and Steve, two yellow blobs with a blue sky background.”

She’s in her Picasso era, you could hear him say to his wife through a low laugh, hanging it up on the fridge. 

“Who’re you in love with here, Haddie or Steve?”

“What? Neither!” Defensive shouts fell from your lips at the accusation, the heat from earlier mixing with the blush on your cheeks making you realize how impossible it’ll be to stay out of her life, his life. “So.. so when do we pull the trigger?” Suddenly, your mouth was dry, licking your lips to continue when it was clear Robin had no idea what you were referring to. “When do we confront him? When do we tell Dustin and Lucas and Max? When are you going to see him?” 

Because I’m going to see him tomorrow, you thought selfishly. It was a 50-50 shot anyway, that, at least, you’d see him again. 

And that was somehow enough.

[rinatepaste]

Another troll oc. Sakura Jamean (Jaa-mei-an) is a cult leader and known for being a sarcastic asshole to everyone except friends, but the more she hates you, the more sincere the backhanded comments are. Favorite threat: "dead bod!es make great fert!l!zer :)"

[pan-mood]

Pansexual Character : Wolverine

[ohsolosoousa]

Where my dawgs at?

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[jamarcos95]

June 10 2010

Dear diary, Well, third day of pasukan or 4th year. Sobrang bago ng taon na toh. Una sa lahat, walang nagsusundo, pangalawa wala maggaguide. Third... I miss Kean!!!

Since frst day, nagdrama na lang ako. Sobrang emo ko lang, di ako makausap ng ayos. Nasasampal na nga ako ng mga kaibigan ko eh, and lalo na si Grasya. Kainis yon. bestfriend ko nga talaga yon. Hindi ko alam kung naiingit sila samin or ano eh. Ang hirap nga talaga ng highschool love story, di man malaman kung puppy love or ano. Kasi naman diba, muntk muntik may mangyari. May respeto lang si gago kaya ganern.

November 12, 2007 - grade 6 ako, 2nd year hs siya. it was the date when grade school visits highschool. Music club, music club ang nasalihan niyang club. Music club, ang una namin pagkakilala and meet. Very first meet.

November 18, 2007 - the day na sobrang haba ng chat namin, malupit may kasama pang text. Kung syota na yan, mukhang hindi namin namiss isat isa. Malapit na kasi birthday kaya may plano si gago. 14 na siya!!! Matanda na bebe ko.

November 26, 1993 the day Kean Rodriguez was born. ANG TANDA!!!!

November 26, 2007 - 14 years old na si gago.

November 23, 2007 - Birthday date namin. First romantic birthdate daw niya, I'm not his first pero he feel on me na ako pang first niya. Mas malandi pala siya, kasi 14 pero pangatlo ako. Special daw ako nung mga panahong iyon. Ako daw ang kahilingan niya sa tuwing birthday. and yes, girlfriend po ang pinapangarap niya. Kean's smart kaya malandi. (Wait, may patterns I am always the third one but his first love. Ayieee Sympre kikiligin ako nyan, tanga ako eh)

November 13, 2007 - the day we chatted. Gabi na kasi ako inadd nung 12, tapos natulog na ko. Kaya official first chat was 13th of November

December 11, 2007 Alabang Starmall 2pm-5pm - First date.

December 17 2007 - Aminan session, mutual feelings

December 23 2007 - First Christmas... as friends

December 25 - Christmas, with family kasi as friends lang.

January 4 2008 - New year date (SM MOA)

February 14 2008 - first 'i love you' each other.. with feelings. Legal narin sa side niya, pero friends.

March 26 2008 - graduation ko, and legal to mine.

March 31 2008 - First kiss. Okay okay, malandi na. He really waited to gradute ako sa elem days, para medyo labas na nang minority.

April 29, 2008 OFFICIAL KEAN and JAM. JAMEAN!!! <3

Random thoughts: Bakit kaya 1st hindi 1th

Loves, Jammy

[eurekakinginc]

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[themakistar-blog-blog]

#Jamean in #ThePinkUniversity #Escolarina #favoriteshirt #piccollage

[ohsolosoousa]

United States of Sore Losers

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[ohsolosoousa]

Who else will be the fall guy?

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[ohsolosoousa]

Smells like teen spirit ...

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[ohsolosoousa]

True superheroes

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[ohsolosoousa]

Pair that with a rabbit’s foot and some 8s for good measure

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[ohsolosoousa]

The weather prediction is surprisingly accurate

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[ohsolosoousa]

This time we failed the project

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