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maximoffsgirl · 2 months
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look at her, she's just a sweet little baby :(
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natsgrave · 4 months
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TOLERATE IT | elizabeth olsen
While you were out building other worlds, where was I? You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins? ( story inspired by @taylorswift song bcs i love her sm ) i'm not sure if someone else already wrote something like this or what, but if you see a story quite similar to this, let me know so i could give them a proper credit. thankyou!! ( colored wording would be the lyrics ) i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist
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Y/N'S POV Lizzie and I had been together for five years. We met in college, fell deeply in love, and spent countless nights talking about our dreams and aspirations. We were each other's rock, supporting each other through thick and thin.
But how can a perfect relationship turn into a toxic one where we barely talk anymore?
I sit and watch you reading with your head low
I don't know what happened. I don't know how to fix it, it that I didn't even know exist. One second we were fine then the next, we're like strangers.
All I could do is sit here and watch her read the script for her new movie. Reading with her head low and sitting far away from me, almost as if I have a disease. As if there's an invisible wall between us.
We would always sit in silence, her pretending to watch TV or read books, but the tension between us was palpable. I know she could feel my eyes on her, but she never spared me a glance. It was as if she was avoiding me intentionally.
Minutes ticked by, and I decided to make her food. After making anchovy, I gently touch her on the shoulder. She jumped, startled, and looked up to find me standing next to her, holding out a plate.
"I made you your favorite," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Anchovy toast."
Lizzie took the plate from my hand, "Thank you." she replied before looking back at the script once again.
I simply nodded and sat down where I originally sitting, and focused on my own hands folded in my lap with a sigh.
I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes close. I sit and watch you, I notice everything you do or don't do, you're so much older and wiser
I woke up around five in the morning, the sun hadn't completely risen yet, but the little lighting shone through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. My gaze fell upon my girlfriend, who lay beside me sleeping lightly. The rise and fall of her chest matched the rhythm of her breathing, a calming sight that used to bring me comfort.
As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but watch my partner, Lizzie, sleeping peacefully beside me. I stayed there, watching her for a moment and appreciate the sight before me. But despite the serenity of the scene, I still felt a pang of sadness in my heart.
Lizzie had always been a restless sleeper, constantly shifting positions throughout the night and sometimes even talking in her sleep. But tonight, she was lying completely still, her face calm and relaxed. If someone saw it, they would instantly let it go and think that she's in a deep slumber but I'm not just someone.
I know the truth.
She was pretending to be asleep and it felt like she didn't want to wake up beside me, like she is simply tolerating my presence.
I wait by the door like I'm just a kid, use my best colors for your portrait
They were small things I did for her, but meaningful nonetheless. Always wait by the door every day to greet her, to offer and show her some love and comfort after a hard day at work. I would always stand there, gazing out into the evening sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of my lover making her way home from work. It didn't matter what time it was, or how tired I am after a long day, I always made sure to be there, waiting for Lizzie.
I even took painting classes as it seemed to ease my mind. I poured all of my emotions into my painting, using every color in the palette to capture the beauty of Lizzie's face. I spent hours each day working on the portrait, trying to convey the depth of my feelings for her and I'd use my best colors for her portraits.
Lay the table with the fancy shit, and watch you tolerate it
I had always been a perfectionist when it comes to cooking and entertaining. I would always spent hours in the kitchen, preparing elaborate meals and setting beautiful tables for my lover. I would carefully select the finest ingredients, meticulously prepare each dish, and arrange the table with exquisite linens, flowers, and candles.
I'd make her favorite dishes, lay the table with best cutlery and yet again, no matter how hard I tried, she never seemed to appreciate my efforts. All Lizzie gave back were strained smiles, small and almost whispered hums, and nods in acknowledgment of my attempts, and a whisper of "thanks," as she shoveled the food into her mouth, barely taking the time to taste or savor any of it.
she seemed to simply… tolerate it.
If it's all in my head tell me now, tell me I've got it wrong somehow
Despite my best efforts to communicate openly and honestly with Lizzie, I felt like she wasn't really listening to me, and it made me feel invisible. I began to wonder if I was overthinking everything, if maybe I was the one who was misinterpreting our interactions. Maybe I was being too sensitive, too needy.
Maybe I was the one who was crazy, paranoid.
I felt so alone, so lost, and so unsure of what to do.
I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it
I began to feel like I was living in a dream world where everything I created was invisible to everyone else. It was as if I was speaking a language that nobody understood, except for my own echoes in mind.
"Liz," I said with a trembling voice, "I've been giving everything I have to make you happy, but it feels like you don't see or appreciate it anymore. I feel taken for granted."
My choice of words caught her off guard, she paused for a moment before responding. "Y/N, I never asked you to do all these things for me. I don't need grand gestures to feel loved, I thought you knew that."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this really what our relationship had become? A constant stream of argument and neglect?
Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the disconnect between our expectations. I had been trying so hard to show her love in a way that I thought she would appreciate, but it had only pushed us further apart.
And it happen, I finally snapped.
I felt a surge of anger and frustration well up inside of me.
Why was I putting so much effort into something that seemed to bring her no joy? Why did I care so deeply about pleasing someone who didn't seem to care about me at all?
I knew, I couldn't keep living this way, constantly pouring my heart and soul into something that brought me nothing but pain and disappointment. I realized that no matter how much I gave, Lizzie would never truly reciprocate and still, I constantly yearn for someone who clearly did not want me.
With a heavy heart, I packed my bags. Our relationship had become toxic, with me constantly sacrificing myself for someone who didn't appreciate me. I knew it was time to leave, before I lost any more pieces of myself.
Before leaving, I took a one last look, the last thing I want to remember was the way Elizabeth used to laugh at my jokes, enjoy our food, take me out on dates. The last thing I want to remember was how she used to love my presence, and not just tolerate it.
Maybe one day someone would be enough to have their love celebrated by her.
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lesbianpizza · 2 years
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EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW
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I THINK I JUST HAD A HEART ATTACK HELP
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ABSOLUTELY NO ONE CAN TELL ME SHE DOESN’T KNOW EXACTLY WHO HER AUDIENCE IS AND WHAT THIS WOULD DO TO EVERY LESBIAN ON PLANET EARTH
Also her interview is up on YouTube for anybody who wants to watch it!
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olsenmyolsen · 11 months
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On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen Masterlist
(Female Reader x Elizabeth Olsen)
"Months after being cheated on and working at a coffee shop with no promising future in sight what happens after Y/N agrees to a date with a kind stranger."
The fic is 18+ AND A WIP deals with themes such as alcohol, self-harm, mental and physical abuse, love, death, smut, hospitals, heartbreak... so yeah minors DNI and safe reading everyone.
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Part 1: Content
Part 2: Comedy
Part 3: FaceTime with My Mom (Tonight)
Part 4: How The World Works
Part 5: White Woman's Instagram
Part 6: Unpaid Intern
Part 7: Olsen I
Part 8: Sexting
Part 9: Look Who's Inside Again
Part 10: Problematic
Part 11: 30
Part 12: Don't Wanna Know
Part 13: Shit
Part 14: All Time Low
Part 15: Welcome To The Internet
Part 16: Olsen II
Part 17: That Funny Feeling
Part 18: All Eyes On Me
Part 19: Goodbye
Part 20: Any Day Now
Part 21: Olsen III
Part 22: The Future
Part 23: WTFIGO (What The Fuck Is Going On)
Part 24: 1985
Part 25: Feel Good
Part 26: Three Weeks
Part 27: Arnett
Part 28: Microwave Popcorn
Part 29: Olsen IV
Part 30: Spider (Dates)
Part 31: This Isn't A Joke
Part 32: All Eyes On Me (Live)
Part 33: The Chicken Pt. 1
Part 34: The Chicken Pt. 2
Part 35: Waltz
Part 36: Brand Consultant
Part 37: Looking Back
Part 38: Looking Forward
Part 39: Singer and An Actress
Part 40: An Album, Apologies, and A Movie Premiere
Part 41: Pressed Against The Glass / Making New Friends
Part 42: Dinner with Scarlett, Brunch with Geneva and a Tracklist with Fans
Part 43: The Next Couple Of Months
(Future Chapters NOT Underlinded!)
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marysia94 · 6 months
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Amy Winehouse + the Olsen twins
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whatever-y2k · 2 months
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imstuckin1999 · 4 months
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They were such style icons in the 90s
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connaisseuse · 5 months
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comforticons · 1 year
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icon + header
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bestoftweets · 1 year
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bruttoarchives · 6 months
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the row, summer 2024, look 7
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lovewanttimetopause · 3 months
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johnny69150 · 17 days
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Elizabeth Olsen
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lesbianpizza · 1 year
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THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS I CAN’T DO THIS
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I couldn’t get the whole video uploaded but
EXCUSE ME WHILE I PICK UP MY JAW OFF THE FLOOR🤤
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fhuzee · 7 months
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z9c03 · 1 year
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*Y/N taking her kids to Lizzie’s set*
Y/N : Lizzie.. The blan B’s are here
Lizzie : They are our son’s, call them by their names
Y/N : make up and drunk sex. Is that better?
Lizzie : CHASE AND CHARLIE!
Y/N : Same difference
*Scarlett and chris E giggling*
Charlie : Mama said she would take us to go seen some girls.. Wanna come auntie scarly?
Chase : also, What are boobies? Mama keeps telling us that she loves them
*Lizzie looks at Y/N while scarlett and chris are dying of laughter*
Y/N :
Lizzie :
*Y/N squeezes Lizzie’s boobies before running towards hemsworth and screaming*
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