#Jean anderson

[zerothisnero]

TV smooch

[demon-creepypastas]

@zerothisnero I really tried,I hope you like it😔✋🏻

[kwebtv]

From the Golden Age of Television

Season 4 Episode 19 (Wikipedia lists it as episode 10)

Douglas Fairbanks Jr. Presents - A New Life - NBC - April 9, 1956

AKA: The Rheingold Theatre and Triangle Theatre

Drama

Running Time: 30 minutes

Written by Dan Harris

Produced by Douglas Fairbanks Jr.

Directed by Arthur Crabtree

Presented by Douglas Fairbanks Jr.

Stars:

Ron Randell as Dr. Lambert

Renée Asherson as Dr. "Susan" Braden

Gerard Heinz as Dr. Mory

Jean Anderson as Sister Charing

June Rodney as Hazina

Jo Enrika as Karam

[violettesiren]

O winds of the compass points, Yield me your rhythm, Here on this hill By moonlight and starlight, That my simple lyric Shall lift as it lightens A lonely heart!

O Winds! by Jean Anderson

[diioonysus]

it's all in the eyes

[kevinsdsy]

bonus (shawn & jean friendship? idk)

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trojans social media au (pt. 2): two posts in one day because it’s weekend on god i have a life

[jeanmoroses]

tsc social media au part one !!!

this is so bland but i need to build exposition or whatever bear with me

insta profiles here and here !!

[texaschainsawmascara]

Gillian Anderson, Melody Maker ‘97

[zerothisnero]

The sillie willie

[problemduetest4life]

Jean Moreau/Shawn Anderson One-shot

I was bored so here's less than a 1,000 words for these goofballs I wrote for a warmup, set in @kevinsdsy 's Trojan's social media AU

“No, it’s crazy that they would think this is a date,” Shawn said, playing the straw of his drink. “Like us? Going on a date? Wild assumption.”

“Yes,” Jean agreed. “That would not be my first thought.”

“That’s what I’m saying! But if Derek and Jeremy are thinking that we’re going out then they must be thinking about us in that way, right?”

“In what way?” Jean asked, confused.

“In a romantic way, like we’re people who could potentially go out on dates.”

“But this isn’t a date,” Jean clarified. “We’re not people who go out on dates, then. They are wrong.”

“Damn.” Shawn rested his foreword on the table. “Way to crush my hopes and dreams.”

Jean hummed in response, taking a sip of his coffee. He was well used to Shawn dramatics by now.

“But it could be a date,” Shawn said suddenly, a flicker in his eyes.

“What?” Jean asked.

“Jean Moreau, would you like to go out with me?” Shawn asked theatrically, jumping to his feet and holding out his hand. Jean was utterly lost though somewhat amused. That was why he liked hanging out with Shawn after all.

“Very funny, Shawn,” he said, not moving from his seat. Shawn took both Jean’s hands in his.

“Do you want me to get down on one knee? I’ll propose. If that’s what it takes, I’ll do it.”

Jean raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Why do you want to anyways? Just to prove you’re ‘dateable’?”

“No!” Shawn said in false offense. He plopped back into his seat. “It wouldn’t matter anyways. No one’s asking me out.”

“Fine,” Jean said. “I will go on one date with you.”

“Yes! Everyone’s been saying we should get together. It’s just meant to be!”

“Everyone?” Jean asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“Well, no. Mainly just Jeremy but...”

Jeremy, Jean thought. There was slightly cinching in the muscles of his chest but he brushed it off.

Somehow, they ended back in the apartment watching some silly movie Shawn had picked out. It wasn’t unlike everything other time they had hung out, but Jean could see Shawn tweeting something that was likely going to get at least one of them in trouble.

They were crowded together on the couch. With of their heights and builds it was always a tight fit, a jumble of long limbs and rearranged pillows. Shawn’s hair kept ticking Jean’s nose as the other man lay back against his chest. Jean pulled up his hood to cover it.

“What’re you doing,” Shawn murmured sleepily.

“Fixing your hair. It’s going to make me sneeze,” Jean complained.

“What?” Shawn twisted around to look up at him. Jean was about to repeat himself along with another snarky comment when he saw Shawn’s eyes widen. Their faces were inches apart and Jean was suddenly very aware of how close their bodies were. It usual for them to be physically close with one another and this was mock date after all, right? He swallowed sharply. Shawn blinked slowly, his eyes lashes were blonde and so Jean hadn’t noticed how long they were until now.

Just as he was about to pull away Shawn asked, “are we doing this?”

Jean nodded and met him halfway for a kiss. Shawn’s lips were chapped but they were warm and inviting, nonetheless. He sunk lower into the couch, parting his legs further so Shawn could comfortably lay between them. It felt oddly familiar, Shawn’s callused hands slipping under his shirt to clutch at his torso, pulling him deeper into the kisses. Jean felt safe between the quilt covered couch and his friend above him. He slipped his tongue into Shawn’s mouth.

“So that’s why it’s called French kissing,” Shawn laughed.

“Shut up,” Jean said, “and don’t you dare tweet that later.” He looped a finger in the collar of his shirt and pulling him into another kiss.

They stayed like that for a while. The only sounds were of the creaking couch and their breathing, caught up in one another’s movements. Jean pushed off Shawn’s hood to run his hands through his hair, giving it the slightest of tugs. Shawn made a hitching noise, muffled by Jean’s mouth.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the action on the TV, startling them both. Their teeth clicked slightly, and Shawn pulled back, hoisting himself up with one hand on Jean’s chest.

“Jean,” Shawn breathed. Jean sat up, sensing the moment was over. “I’m down bad for Derek.”

Shawn looked at Jean expectantly. Jean shrugged. “That’s good. According to his tweets, I would say he feels the same.”

“Well, sure,” Shawn. “But you don’t have anything to admit? About Jeremy?”

Jean looked away. Shawn sighed and settled back down against his chest. “We’re hopeless romantics the two of us.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“I’m going to post that the rumors are true and you punched me in the face,” Shawn grumbled. “Also, that you’ve recruited the freshmen into satanic rituals.”

“Those are lies. I can just tell the truth that you’re secretly a chronic overthinker,” Jean said before squinting at the TV screen. “And you have a kink for making out during Cars 2.

“I don’t know if I should be proud of my influence or disturbed that you’re using it against me,” Shawn said before yawning. He fell asleep shortly after, his phone left unlocked beside him. Jean picked it up, considering what chaos he could bring with full access to Shawn’s twitter account.

[lalaray]

Gillian Anderson as Jean Milburn, ‘Sex Education’ S4

[mvlderfox]

happy gillovny day! ✨🎂

[diioonysus]

green is the fresh emblem of well founded hope. in blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest

[out-of-body-xperience]

Guess USA Fall 2023

[kevinsdsy]

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the trojans social media au (pt. 36): EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU @kevindavidday FOR LEAVING ME INSPIRED WITH THE JEREJEAN MESSAGES bc i wasnt sure what i wanted to do and if i wanted jean to confront jeremy about using his words and then she connected it with kevjean and i was SOLD also thank you for listening to me when i’m talking about the au and throwing silly ideas your way hehe

also the last tweet about andrew breaking riko’s arm is credited to @tardisscreechsound who came w this idea in my chats hehe!! thank you omg 🫂🩷