#Lizzie Chatter

[commandertollwife]

AH yes my fav games, PBG and GW2

[lizziebylife]

Werewolves Werewolves Werewolves 👏👏🐺 I'm so excited to finally take part!

[chipistrate]

I hate this image so much I hate it a lot it haunts me any time I try and look for Elizabeth or Gregory references this image sucks it's SUCH blatant mischaracterization of both of these characters it drives me so insane every time I see it and the worst part is that I don't think it's satire.

[aldoodles]

He’s pointing at gregor’s swordsmanship

[lizziebylife]

why is this the same image TT_TT xD

I was taking photos of the work room to try and get a quote from the decorators and didn't notice Cream was in the photo til we sent it. Cream what are you doing???

But also she loves sitting in her gay baby jail:

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

YOOOOOOOOO JOEL WIN!!!!!!!

W H O O O O O CONGRATULATIONS JOEL 🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎊🎊😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰!!!!

He finally did it :'D!!

That was so good y'all 🥰🥰 another great life series, so excited to be back here with y'all :D

[lizzieraindrops]

idk if I've sent this before, but I just want to say there have been multiple moments playing through Lightfall & Defiance with my boyfriend where I've just say "Destiny is a story about shapes and grief" because HOLY SHIT IT'S SO TRUE.

DESTINY IS A STORY ABOUT SHAPES AND GRIEF!!

thank you anon, i'm delighted to hear it.

literally though. this is my thesis statement on destiny. it's literally All about grief told through a metaphor of shapes. dig deep enough into any storyline and you'll find that it's about the shape someone's grief takes - the shape of grief, if you will.

literally every character is experiencing a kind of grief, and their stories are about how it shapes them and what shapes they let it take.

sometimes those shapes are horrific - see Eramis, the Hive Gods, making choices that increase the suffering in the universe. other times the resulting shapes are kinder, choices made out of grief to alleviate that same suffering in others - see Zavala, Eris, Caiatl, Misraaks. some struggle to move through their grief, resisting letting it take form at all - see Ikora, Nimbus, Osiris - though Osiris is working on it, nowadays. some are destroyed by their grief, like Uldren. some struggle to balance the pain and grief of the past with the potential pain and grief of the future, like Elsie and Mara.

i really like the way destiny's overarching narrative frames your choice of how to respond to your grief as the most important thing. anyone can have terrible things happen to them, and we inevitably do. but the action you choose to take in response, whether or not it accomplishes what you hope, is the only thing we truly have control over. therefore it is the most powerful way you can shape the world. maybe it's corny, but i think that's deeply inspiring. nothing wrong with a good bit of corn if you mean it. and destiny most certainly, earnestly does and i respect that so much lmao

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

Everyone place bets now on who we think #cecilsweep is going to kill. I'm crossing my fingers for Musk

[mezalean-mezzatinta]

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[commandertollwife]

Please look at my Eternal Youth Snapper, Bulbasaur!

I love them.

[lizziebylife]

Morning! It's been a hectic week for me, summer is always very busy with family and other things! I have lots of art fight pieces to post and some updates on merch 👀 hoping to start getting things up in the next couple of weeks! So stay tuned all!

[chicorysaints]

also, i've run into like every single person i know today

[last-red-life]

LIZZIE FIRST OUT NOOO

[jburrgf]

About You I — The Love Trope Series.

“Do you think I have forgotten about you?”

◦pairing: ¡lsu! joe burrow x ¡ex situashionship! reader

◦summary: second change trope, college relationships, slow burn love, right person wrong time.

◦description: you and joe had a thing months before, but the things ended in a bad way. now, you see yourself stuck in something that requires you to be close to him every single day.

◦playlist: About You - The 1975, Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Golding, Like Real People Do - Hoozier, I Bet You Think About Me - Taylor Swift, Called You Again - Lizzy McAlpine, Tolerate It, ImGonnaGetYouBack, Clean - Taylor Swift

PART ONE: CLEAN.

There are certain moments in life that seem impossible to forget. The second I walked onto LSU’s campus, I knew my life was about to change. But not just because of the classes, the social scene, or the crazy football culture.

When I started in LSU, it was supposed to be a clean slate. A chance to focus on my career path and prove to myself that I could thrive in a bigger pond, surrounded by people just as driven as me. Advertising and Public Relations wasn’t just a degree—it was a strategy. A way to blend my creative instincts with a business-minded edge.

What I didn’t expect was LSU’s football program to be the centerpiece of everything.

LSU football wasn’t just a sport. It was culture, identity, and religion rolled into one. By my second semester, I was interning with the athletic department, brainstorming marketing campaigns and filming promos for the team. I was good at what I did—so good that I convinced myself it didn’t bother me when my work bled into my personal life.

Everything started to go wrong when I met him. Tall, blond, American aesthetic, and so, but so kind. That was Joe Burrow, the youngest transferred from Ohio State to the south. New just like me.

Joe was Joe —calm, collected, and infuriatingly charming. He wasn’t flashy like some of the other players, but the air shifted when he walked into a room. Everyone noticed him. And the first time we crossed paths, I did too.

We met my junior year at a party, back when he was just Joe—a talented quarterback with a quiet intensity and a way of looking at you like he could see straight through every mask you’d ever worn. I hadn’t planned on noticing him, but it was impossible not to.

And since then, I'm haunted by his face, his smile, his smell, his body. Every little thing that made him Joe, it was inside my head like a bad song that you can’t stop singing. I didn’t want that, not in the beginning.

And now, I'm running from him like the plague. Every place he might be, I'm not going. Every little encounter or party, or dinner, or what else, I wasn’t going.

It was a party I didn’t want to go to. Maddie had been bothering me for weeks to go to this party, and honestly, I didn't feel like going. Simply no desire.

"I'm serious, Y/N. You work too hard," Maddie, my best friend at LSU, said to me. We had just left one of our classes together, and were walking around the campus, heading towards Maddie's car. "You're missing the entire college experience."

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m here to build my career, not get drunk at frat houses.”

“Even Beyoncé has to relax,” she shot back. “I’m picking you up at eight, tomorro, no excuses. But now, we’re going to Malone’s.”

[…]

I didn’t want to be here.

Malone’s was Maddie’s favorite spot, a college-town bar where everyone gathered on weekends to drink, laugh, and pretend their responsibilities didn’t exist. It was the kind of place where the sticky floors were part of the charm, and you couldn’t walk two feet without bumping into someone you knew. Normally, I’d avoid it like the plague—especially on a night like tonight, when Maddie’s sole mission was to convince me to go to that stupid party tomorrow.

“You’re being dramatic,” Maddie said as I slid into the booth across from her, the sound of the bar’s chatter and faint music drowning out half her words. “It’s just one party. What’s the worst that could happen?”

I rolled my eyes, pulling my coat tighter around me despite the warmth of the bar. “You say that like you don’t know me. I don’t do frat parties, Maddie. I don’t want to spend my Saturday night elbow-to-elbow with drunk people I barely know.”

“That’s the fun of it,” she countered, her grin far too smug for my liking.

“You’re impossible,” I muttered, reaching for the drink she’d already ordered for me.

“I’m persistent,” she corrected. “And don’t think I didn't notice that you didn’t actually say no.”

I groaned, leaning back in the booth. Maddie had been trying to drag me to this party for days, claiming it was some can’t-miss event that would somehow make my life infinitely better. I wasn’t convinced, but I’d stopped arguing because, frankly, I didn’t have the energy.

I was checking on the bar from above my shoulders when It happened.

Joe Burrow.

The last person I ever expected to see here, especially tonight.

My chest tightened the moment I spotted him standing by the dartboard, his tall frame impossible to miss, his blond hair was slightly disheveled, and the faint scruff on his jaw made him look older than he had when we’d last spoken. Joe was dressed casually, jeans and a hoodie, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world, and was laughing at something one of his friends said, the sound cutting through the low hum of the bar like a knife.It wasn’t just the way he carried himself or the fact that he was Joe Burrow—LSU’s star quarterback—but the way my body reacted, as if it had its own memory of him.

I hadn’t seen him in months—not since we’d ended things without really ending them. And now, seeing him here, so casually present in my space, felt like a slap to the face. Work Out from J Cole was playing, and everything felt like a movie scene.

It wasn’t like we had history. At least not in the way most people assumed. We barely knew each other. But there had been that one night at a party a while back, and another one after a game, and another one at our friends house, and another one… and the tension between us had never fully died down. I could still remember the way his eyes had felt on me, like he was measuring me in some silent way I didn’t know how to interpret.

“Y/N.” Maddie’s voice snapped me out of my daze. She followed my line of sight and groaned. “Oh no.”

I shook my head, panic setting in. “I can’t do this.”

“You don’t even know if he saw you.”

“I’m not sticking around to find out,” I said, already sliding out of the booth.

“Y/N—”

But I was gone, weaving through the crowd toward the back hallway where the bathrooms were. I needed to breathe, to get away from the overwhelming weight of his presence.

The bathroom at Malone’s was about as glamorous as you’d expect—a narrow space with flickering fluorescent lights and graffiti scrawled across the stalls. I locked myself in one of the stalls, leaning back against the door as I tried to steady my breathing.

Of all the places to run into Joe, it had to be here.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about him. I had—more than I cared to admit. But thinking about him was one thing. Seeing him, knowing he was just a few feet away, was something else entirely.

I couldn’t face him. Not now, not here.

The bathroom was quiet, the kind of eerie stillness that felt out of place in the chaos of Malone’s. I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection in the smudged mirror.

“Get it together,” I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath.

I didn’t even know why I was reacting like this. It wasn’t like we were still together. We weren’t anything anymore. And yet, the sight of him had thrown me completely off balance, dredging up feelings I thought I’d buried a long time ago.

But I couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever, either.

I opened the bathroom door and nearly walked straight into him.

Joe was leaning against the wall opposite the bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest and his gaze fixed squarely on me.

I froze, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and steady, a hint of amusement curling at the edges.

Nope.

Without a second thought, I ducked back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. What the hell was I supposed to do now?

I paced the small space, my mind racing. He’d seen me, which meant he was waiting for me. I couldn’t hide in here forever, but the thought of facing him felt impossible.

Eventually, I forced myself to take a deep breath and opened the door again.

Joe was gone.

Relief flooded through me as I stepped out into the hallway, my eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of him. But instead of Joe, my attention was drawn to a small slip of paper pinned to the corkboard on the wall next to the bathroom.

It wasn’t there before.

Curious, I stepped closer and pulled it free. The handwriting was unmistakable—slanted and bold, with a certain sharpness to the letters that felt uniquely him.

“Go to the party tomorrow. Please.”

I stared at the note, my heart pounding for an entirely different reason now.

My fingers tightened around the paper as Maddie appeared at the end of the hallway, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“What’s that?” she asked, gesturing to the note.

“Nothing,” I said quickly, shoving it into my pocket.

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. “Ready to head back? I don’t think Joe’s here anymore.”

I nodded, though my mind was miles away.

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I would go. Maybe I wouldn’t.

But one thing was for sure: Joe Burrow had just made sure I wouldn’t forget this night.

——————————————

part 2: About You II (The Love Trope Series) — All Over Me.

hey guys! this is the beginning of my Love Tropes Series. The first part, About You, it’s going to be launched in four parts! stay tuned :)

[aldoodles]

Here's a toughy if your into some angst esque moments. You capture facial expressions so well.

Grace, sitting at the table, waiting for her kids to come home at the end of Book 1.

If I was her I wouldn’t’ve been able to function let alone keep going to work

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

WOW

That was a wild session xd

I've only seen Martyn's point of view so far so I don't know details for Certain Things but wow.

The entire session felt a bit off from the beginning (not in a bad way but kind of suspicious lol), but I was wondering if it was just because Martyn was alone and we were mourning the first deaths. But then it all made sense xd.

Zombie apocalypse was NOT the genre I expected Secret Life to be but I am LIVING FOR IT

All of the life series kinda is but this was for real, and I am so excited to watch Grian's point of view (or Cleo and Etho's, but I've watched Grian a few times already this season lol). Also Gem's point of view (since I'm pretty sure she started it xD).

Anyway, amazing session, rip Heart Foundation xd, no greens left on the server o.o