#p:liz

[chalametdaily]

elizabethchambers Yesterday’s golden hour for the golden boy. Happy Birthday, @ashtonramsey. We love you! x

[alt-mgg-blog]

Sharing isn’t caring || Gublies

It was their ritual: middle of the week coffee and pancakes (usually Wednesday ro Thursday). Always at the same time, always at the same place. At 8am sharp he’d be knocking on Liz’s door and they’d be gone as fast as possible, wanting to be the 9am rush. At this point, Matthew couldn’t even remember when or how it started. It just was, and to be honest, it was one of the best part of his week every time.

He had a certain spring in hi step as he walked up to her door. Being so close to her birthday, he’d decided to make this week’s a little more special, with a few surprises here and there, starting by the bouquet of roses’ stems only. Right on time, he knocked and waited. And waited. And waited some more, which was unusual. As he was about to text to see where she was or if she was okay, the door finally opened. Instead of finding the brunette bombsell, Matthew was stunned silent a moment to find a half naked strange man under the threshold. “Um... Hi, I’m...” he stumbled on his words, stuck between shock, confusion and a bit of anger flaring up. “Liz?” he called out over the guy’s shoulder. “Is your friend joining us for brunch?”

@fck-gillies

[alt-mgg-blog]

Table for 4 || Gublies

It was easy to see how fidgety Matthew was, walking up to the door. Jaw clenched tight, steps brisk and purposeful, hands perpetually pushing hair out of his face, the man clearly had something on his mind. Something that was waiting in the car. They had blindsided him, showing up at his door which was highly unusual and surprising and threw a massive wrench in the night’s plan. It was his birthday, for god’s sake, he wasn’t supposed to find it exhausting and distressing.

He thought of cancelling on Liz, saving her from the disaster the night was obviously going to be, but a slightly selfish part of him wanted her by his side. She made him both calmer and more confident, two things he definitely needed to deal with his parents showing up unannounced. Here’s to hoping she wouldn’t be too mad at the change of plan, he thought as he rang the bell and ran his hand once more through his hair. Shit.

@fck-gillies

[alt-mgg-blog]

Special delivery || F2F || Gubllies

Matthew’s long legs made the ascension to her apartment much quicker, going three steps at a time, holding the warm takeout containers tightly to avoid any accidents. He took a moment in front of the door to catch his breath, he did rush over, not that he’d admit it, and run a hand through his hair before knocking. “Food delivery.” he called out.

@fck-gillies

[heavenstrvck]

private starter for @svnriseglow || miranda & liz

"i'm just saying." elizabeth sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and stay calm. "that if we publish that as it is, we're exposing the entire magazine to potential libel lawsuits. if the sources aren't verified, we can't just say they are." the brunette nervously toyed with her pen, clicking it over and over again as she looked at the proposed article. "i know i'm only the gossip columnist, but trust me. that can't be published as it is, no matter how true or important it is." her eyes flicked to miranda, shaking her head. "you know that, so why are we having this discussion again?"

[heavenstrvck]

@dcgtown liked for a starter from liz || based on this

she checked - once, twice - that everyone had left the office before dialing in a now-familiar number, lips curling into a smile as she asked for a bouquet, lilies and roses, promising to come pick them up. a couple of hours later, liz exited the flower shop, making her way towards the apartment she wasn't supposed to live in, and yet where her keys fit perfectly into the door, opening it with a grin as she presented them with the bouquet. "one year and a half counts, right? i mean, it definitely does now."

[peterarchive22]

Time: Saturday night, shortly after 1 AM Location: the Manor @lizziemallard​

Tonight, like many nights before, the Caged had all gathered in the living room of the Manor. But there was little of the usual back-and-forth chatter; the silence was only occasionally interrupted by the crackling of the fireplace, while they sat, mute and solemn, eyes fixed on the television screen where Jamie’s task was being broadcasted live. If he’d been making bets about his own ability to endure the “viewing party”, Peter would’ve put money down on an early exit, but it came earlier than even he would have expected. The moment the scalpel was chosen- catching light with a malicious wink- he felt his stomach turn over. And once the cutting began, Peter had wordlessly excused himself to the kitchen. 

His phone was glued to his hand, his eyes darting to the screen every time a new message popped up to provide a play-by-play of what was unfolding on screen. He stood by the fridge, arms folded, jaw tightened. It still wasn’t pleasant to read. Still, it was better than trying to sit through a snuff film where a friend had cast himself in the starring role. Someone had left grapes and crackers out on the counter; Peter eyed them briefly, popping a grape into his mouth only to promptly spit it out into a napkin. He resigned himself to an empty stomach rather than a volatile one. Quiet footsteps drew his gaze away from the phone screen, up to the doorway- it was Lizzie who entered, her red hair tumbling loosely down her shoulders and her face pale beneath it. Peter didn’t even attempt to give her a smile. “How bad?”

[itshughgraham-blog]

Hugh waited nervously at the corner of the street where they were supposed to meet with Liz. He hadn’t told her where he was taking her; he wanted to keep it as a surprise. He quickly hid hands behind his back at the sight of Liz with a little blush on his face. Hugh was a confident person, he wasn’t shy, but he had to admit he was excited. “Hi!” He said when Liz arrived, his hands were still behind his back.

@lizz-morgan