Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
I’ve not been the best writer and I took a small break because of some nasty things that were said to me. I’m sorry about wanting to write for a profit, but I needed, and still do need, the money. Still, it doesn’t give anyone the right to call me and my work disgusting.
Anyway, I want to start interacting with you guys again, so drop some asks into my box. I love you guys.
My lovely blog-wife is back!! I’m spreading love to her because she’s an amazing, gorgeous person who only deserves love and positivity.
It really drives me insane that I don’t know how people feel about me. Like am I nice??? Am I funny???? Am I mean???? Am I rude??? Am I obnoxious??? Am I dumb???? What am I????????????????????
ask game: tell me how i come off to you
I’m actually really interested in what you beautiful people think of me.
Dark: How do we fight back? Give me some options. Wilford: Do you…want me to seduce Anti? Dark: How would that help? Wilford: I don’t know, I just want to see if I can do it.
Jack looks like he bolted 2 caterpillars onto his face and they’re trying to rebel.
At least my forehead doesn’t wrinkle up like a leather purse!
But then my wrinkles go away. Unlike your grey hairs.
Well sorry we don’t all have a stylist to take care of our hair Mr. L.A.
My hair is a luxurious gift from heaven. Yours crawled out of some backwoods Irish bog, a stylist wouldn’t even know where to start with you.
Bog water makes your hair strong and glorious!! We Irish tend to our own hair like beasts, other people cant handle our sensational locks!! something a city boy like you wont understand.
Call me city boy all you want, I was born on a volcano and raised by the woods. You were born on potatoes and raised by sheep. G’night boo
