#not obey me
I just had a dream where I went to work on my day off, had to work, Willy Nelson showed up, only talked to me, and sent me merch and a voucher for a new pair of shoes because I mentioned that my feet were hurting.
He gave me stuff because I treated him like a person. He just wanted to buy some lemonade beer.
My main blog has followers that aren’t porn bots? And I’ll just reblog the most random stuff and there is no tags. EVER. on anything posted there. And I’ll see notes for that blog and get super confused because I don’t know how they found my other blog
Tw for this post; degradation? Very personal post (I’m discussing why I am the way that I am),. (I also called out my cousin because she’s a horrible person. But if your name is also Lizz, please know that I’m not talking about you and I’m sorry about the unfortunate coincidence), I don’t go into depth on anything other than how the words started,
Basically, I’m bad at tws, please be careful
I guess I passively degrade people? My biological Dad and his side of the family didn’t treat me the best when I was little. They still don’t (looking at you lizz.) But, that’s not why I’m here.
My Mom, unable to make them change, started to use “insults” like dummy, and dingus, and dumbass, in a joking matter. She slowly changed the meanings of words for me. She turned all of the bad into a way to show affection.
And now, I passively insult everyone because that’s how I show affection. I’m good at stopping of you ask me to, obviously there will be slipups but you can tell that I’m trying.
Things I’ve said to my cat out of context!
- Don’t sit on that! You’ll bedazzle your butthole!
- Pete (that’s his name), you fool, you’ve activated my trap card! *Scoop*
- Move your head, you’re gonna suffocate. (he’s fine, just dumb)
- No! Dont- wait you’ve got a stuffy nose, continue.
- Get you ass away from the cactus!
- If you were half as smart as you are fluffy, you’d take over the world.
Good evening / morning / afternoon my lovelies! It’s day 4 of the Shookspeare christmas spectacular mini series and today we have Jean - how exciting ^^ I am super proud of this one & I just love Jean sm,, I hope you all enjoy reading this and ofc the rest of my works!
- JJ x
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Il est né le divin enfant, Jean D’Arc x MC
A pure white blanket of snow lay thick over the hills and fields of the countryside just outside of Paris, and cool breezes fluttered in the air around the couple who travelled together on horseback. Jean and MC eventually reached a quiet, quaint, secluded field and dismounted their beautiful horses and letting them run freely around the fenced pasture. MC gently took Jean’s gloved hand in her own and kissed it softly, causing a beautiful rose coloured blush to heat his pale cheeks.
The soldier gazed at his lover inquisitively when she took off, running to the centre of the snow covered meadow and laid down amongst the thousands cold, pearlescent snowflakes. Jean hastily approached her and shrugged off his protective winter cloak from his shoulders and held it out towards the beautiful lady on the ground, “Mademoiselle. If you must lie upon the floor, I insist that you lay on my cape. I cannot have you becoming ill.” It was at that point, he noticed that his dearest MC was moving her arms and legs in the most peculiar of manners, “Pray tell, mademoiselle, what are you doing? Are you hurt?” His voice was panicked as she shifted in the snow, however, his worries seemed to melt away when he took account of the delightful smile on her soft lips.
“I’m making a snow angel, Jean! Come on, you should make one too.” MC reached her hands up towards him, encouraging her fiancé to join her on the ground - But the inky haired man stood still, his boots feeling like bricks upon his feet, “What’s wrong, Jean?”
“I,”the Frenchman’s voice caught in his throat when he tried to speak, so much so that he could only reply in a whisper, “I don’t know how to. And I wouldn’t wish to displease you if I should happen to fail.”
The angelic woman in the snow’s smile drooped and her arms dropped to meet her torso as she thought deeply, “I’ll teach you.”
Jean nodded in reply, lying down next to her, his head turning to the side so their gazes could meet, “D ’accord: Please teach me.”
“Well, um,” MC hummed softly, her eyes still watching her lover carefully, “You out your arms and legs out to make a star shape then,” She demonstrated, giggling as she moved her limbs through the thick snow, “You spread the snow like this - Towards and away from your body.”
The youngman next to her copied her actions, his face straight in concentration as he did so. “What’s the next step, mon ange?” He asked quietly after he’s stopped, satisfied that he’s probably done enough.
“Stand up and you’ll see, mon coeur.”
At her commandment, Jean stood up and gazed down at where he’d just been - An angel shape lay in the snow where his body once was and another hot blush flooded onto his cheeks, “MC, how is this possible? I am no angel -” The words had barely left Jean’s mouth when the wind was practically knocked out of him by his fiancee who hugged him so incredibly tightly from the side.
“You’re my angel, Jean.”
“As you are mine, MC.”
