#eliza forever

[ylissebian]

HAPPILY PHOREVERAFTER 💗

[johnsspacesuittight]

As a former Bellarke shipper I’m still mind blown by the fact that Eliza Taylor and Bob Morley are married it makes me so happy

[halloweenshenanigans]

hotel st. marc redraw (x)

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

💋 Kiss Tag 💋

Rules: From your Story/WIP, share a kiss. It can be any kiss—from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts. Spread the love! ❤️

Tagged by @pipergirl17 for this— thank you so much lovey! You inspired me to dig out my coffee shop WIP and touch up this half-written scene. I definitely needed that motivation!

😚😚😚😚😚

Slowly, hardly even daring to breathe, she let her hands drift down through his fluffy curls until they rested on his face. Wonderingly she brushed her thumbs over the freckles scattered across his soft cheeks; reached up to delicately run the tips of her fingers over his downy eyebrows. Felt the flutter of his eyelashes against her skin, and her heart fluttered right along with it.

“You,” she whispered, cradling his face in her hands, “are absolutely adorable.” His eyes closed briefly, a shaky sigh whispering through his lips, ghosting against her own. They were so close. Bold, she thought. Be bold. One hand moved to his chin, her thumb tracing the tempting plumpness of his lower lip. Gareth’s mouth moved ever so slightly, pressing the tiniest shy butterfly of a kiss against her thumb. Then his head turned toward where her other hand still caressed his cheek, and softly, sweetly, he kissed her palm. Shivery sparks danced through her veins.

It was now or never. “Gareth. I really want to kiss you,” El whispered. “Would that be okay?”

His eyes seemed to darken, holding her gaze with a piercing intensity, even as a teasing smile suddenly quirked his mouth. “Is that number one on your Someday List?” he said softly.

“Maybe it is,” she giggled, teasing him right back. “Maybe it’s not. What if it was, like, number fifty-three?”

Gareth pretended to ponder this. “I guess, as long as it’s definitely on the list somewhere, it’s okay if it’s not number one.”

“Oh yeah,” she said, somewhat breathlessly. “It’s definitely on there.”

“Good,” he murmured, lifting one hand to gently tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Because I’ve been dying to kiss you.”

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No-pressure tags: @deadheaddaisy @hellcheercaine @krakoansam @the-unforgivenn @ladyfluff and anyone else who wants to join in! 😘

[aelswiths]

Aelswith and Alfred (eye fucking) in 2x01

For @kingslionheart, @thedarknone, @volvaaslaug, @garunsdottir

[yellowbadgergirl]

Today I made my nine year old self, my thirteen year old self and my seventeen year old self very happy.

I went to HeroesComicCon and met Eliza Taylor, Paul Wesley and Misha Collins.

[sloanedodson]

It’s good that it happens in 2015/2016. It’s a good thing.

[lulu-cat-princess]

If YouTube exists in the early 1800s, I will pay big money to see:

Jane Austen

Lord Byron

Dr James Barry

John Keats

William Wordsworth

Percy Bysshe Shelly

The Brothers Grimm

Anne Lister aka Gentleman Jack

Eliza Hamilton

React to Thomas’ poems. Also I like to see these fictional people who would be alive at the same time as Thomas react to his poems:

Dr Henry Morgan from abc forever

Horatio Hornblower

Richard Sharpe

The bridgerton and featherington families

[iiowaw]

Part 14 of the Twitter AU for my AFTG fic End of Beginning

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Also, yes I know the Lorax is orange. It’s red for the bit though.

[elizadushkudaily]

Happy Pride Month from Eliza! "Happy Gay Pride! Right?! Whoo!"

Image from June 2015, Eliza's IG (x) / Quote from June 2010, Eliza's Twitter (x)

[papers-pamphlet]

Alexander and John

Eliza and Alexander

[nutella-icecream]

I recorded the end credits of my Hackett's Quarry Massacre. a great time was had by me and no one else

[talkingteardrop]

Yo yo yo!! Can you draw saw and gaty? You don't have to if you don't wanna! :>

(I think you might be able to guess who this is)

Argh i hate how gatys face turned out

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

@pearlypairings and I did a fun writing sprint together this morning (thanks for the motivation bestie!!! 🥰) and I decided I wanted to write just one more important scene in my Greatmage college/coffeeshop AU before I wrap a cozy blanket around that WIP and tuck it away in a box labeled “problems for future losty”. Hope y’all like it!!!

(isn’t this the cutest divider? it’s by @strangergraphics 💜)

El wasn’t scared of the corn maze.

Not exactly.

It was just— she hadn’t expected that she wouldn’t be able to see anything. The stalks towered over her, and grew so close together, and the paths seemed to get narrower as they ventured deeper in. But Max, Lucas, and Gareth had looked so excited about it that she’d squared her shoulders and boldly marched in right behind them.

Now, she was sort of wishing she hadn’t.

A bunch of middle school aged kids had crashed through their group, shouting and laughing, playing some insane version of tag. They weren’t paying one bit of attention to their surroundings, and they accidentally knocked against both of the girls. They shoved Max so hard she would’ve fallen backwards if Lucas hadn’t caught her at the last second. But El hadn’t fallen right there on the path— she’d stumbled sideways, into a cluster of cornstalks, and then fell. With nobody to catch her.

Luckily she wasn’t hurt. So she stood up, brushed off her jeans, and pushed an armful of stalks aside to get back to her friends. The path couldn’t be more than two or three steps away. She’d be out in just a few seconds.

Except… it wasn’t there.

Okay, no problem. She’d just go back a few steps in the direction she’d come from.

It wasn’t there, either.

El was not scared of this stupid corn maze. Not in the slightest, she told herself sternly. There was no need for her palms to start sweating, no reason for her breathing to turn rapid and shallow. It was fine, she’d be fine. All she had to do was yell. Her friends would find her.

“Gareth?” It came out a croaky whisper. No, no, no. She had to get out of here. Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced herself to take a deep breath and try again. A real yell this time. He couldn’t be far. He’d come for her. “GARETH!”

“Hey, there you are.” El’s eyes flew open— yes, it was really him, standing before her with a big smile on his cherubic face. He was right there, the moment she called. Just as she’d known he would be. A rush of grateful tears flooded her eyes and refused to be blinked away.

“Liza, hey,” he said, his expression turning to concern. Reaching up to put his hands on her shoulders, he quickly asked, “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

She was too relieved to be embarrassed about the way she flung herself into him and hid her face against his shoulder. Gareth murmured a startled “oh!” but before she could even think about pulling away, he wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace. Soft and snuggly and extra tight. Her nose, buried in his shirt collar, breathed in not only the faint scent of laundry detergent but also his cologne, rich with sandalwood and lightly lemony sweet. A familiar, comforting smell. Definitely the best hug she’d ever had. The panic of a few minutes ago fled; she was safe now.

Gareth soothingly stroked her hair. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I got you. Everything’s okay.”

And it really was.

He didn’t let go until she did, and even then, he didn’t go far. Holding her at arm's length, he gently brushed a few leaves and some cornsilk from her sweater. “Are you okay to keep going?” he asked, a worried look in his eyes. “Lucas has a map, if you wanna just head straight for the exit.”

El cleared her throat. “No, I’m okay. I can keep going. Only,” she faltered slightly but pressed on regardless, “you won’t— you won’t lose me in here, will you?”

“Course I won’t.” Gareth took her hand, wrapping his warm fingers around her chilly ones. “There. Where you go, I go,” he said with a grin, waggling their clasped hands between them.

Oh, heavens. She could feel herself blushing. “Sorry my hand’s all sweaty,” she mumbled.

He gave her fingers a little squeeze. “Hey,” he said, waiting until she looked up to meet his gaze before continuing. “I couldn’t possibly give less of a shit if your hands are sweaty. But, if it makes you feel better, here.” Loosening his grip, he slipped his hand up to take hold of her wrist and gently draw her hand closer. He carefully wiped it dry with the tail of his soft flannel shirt. Then, lifting her hand to his face, he blew a delicate stream of cool air over her palm. Good grief. Or, as Max would say— holy shit. El shivered a tiny bit, and Gareth glanced up at her through his lashes, lips pursed, breath still ghosting across her fingers. Double holy shit. El couldn’t tear her eyes away. That look was even hotter than his wink.

“Better?” he said softly, and she was too stunned to even speak, but she managed a nod. He grinned, taking her hand again, lacing his fingers through hers. “Cool. Ready to get out of here?”

She felt a little silly when she realized she’d only been two steps away from the path after all, just completely turned around. But Gareth didn’t seem to notice; or if he did notice, he didn’t mind. Then as they made their way through the rest of the maze without incident, she felt even sillier. How could she have been so frightened of something so simple? El sighed as quietly as she could, bracing herself for Gareth to drop her hand like a hot potato as soon as they cleared the exit. To her surprise, though, he only gave her hand a little squeeze and kept her fingers firmly intertwined with his.

It felt like the most natural thing in the world to give him a squeeze right back.

Gareth flashed her a beautiful smile, his eyes shining, and gently bumped her shoulder with his. “That mulled cider smells awesome,” he remarked. “Whatcha say, Lizy-J? You wanna try some with me?”

Something about that simple question made her breath catch in her throat. He was so considerate of her, so caring, but completely casual about it. Like it was second nature to him. He was just adorable, and her hand fit perfectly in his, and the cider really did smell delicious. She did want to try it, and she knew he’d already known she would. Because he knew her so well, because he—

Oh, she thought, eyes going wide in wonder. Oh.

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[eliza-doodles-fanart]

Drawing this actually freaked me out w/ the 👀.

I don’t normally mess with horror genres but this was so good and I just had to watch it in the daytime so I wouldn’t have nightmares 😂

Barcode was fully the STANDOUT actor in DFF he was absolutely amazing.

Dead Friend Forever

[buried-in-autumn-leaves]

OUR LIFE / XOXO DROPLETS OC MASTERPOST

Baxter Route:

Aurora King: Most Developed, author, nervous personality preset, 2 kids

Oline Whitlock: Obligatory "got pregnant in step 3" OC, fashion designer, direct personality preset, 1 child

Derek Route:

Felicity Druan: Obligatory Artist OC, Cove's sister, direct personality preset, she got heart issues 🤞

Tamarack Route:

Freya Wren: Lowkey a self insert, selectively mute, maladaptive daydreamer, journalist, nervous personality preset.

Qiu Route:

Trixie Callegari: Resident Baby Punk, Emotionally Unstable, Prone to Fighting, Protective, Cosmetologist, Direct Personality Preset.

Shiloh Route:

Vanity Franklin: Fake Goth, Argumentative, Anti-Social, Easily Flustered.

Fan Kids:

Eliza King-Ward: Firstborn Child of Aurora and Baxter, spends arguably too much time with the jerksquad.

Autumn King-Ward: Secondborn Child of Aurora and Baxter, idolizes Qiu.

Sasha Whitlock: Only Child of Oline and Baxter, highkey attached to Nico and adores Derek.