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wandavisionedits · 3 months

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—Elizabeth Olsen arrives at the 81st Golden Globe Awards

#elizabeth olsen #eolsenedit #eolsendaily #elizabethdaily #golden globes #dailywomen #marvelcast #marvel #marvelcastedit #wandavision #love and death #red carpet #candymontgomeryedit #wanda maximoff #my edit #WVE edits

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fawnedolly · 1 month

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#deerie’s daydreams ྀིྀི #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #candy montgomery #love and death #wanda maximoff smut #wandavision #wlw smut #wlw #lesbian #marvel

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thescarletmouse · 2 months

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God is a woman and her name is Elizabeth Olsen🩶😍

#mine #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #i love her #she’s beautiful #stunning #god is a woman

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vanessacarlysle · 1 year

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Elizabeth Olsen as Candy Montgomery in Love & Death, Episode 1: The Huntress

#tvedit #eolsenedit #loveanddeathedit #elizabeth olsen #love & death #candy montgomery #*#the most beautiful woman

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frenchylefrancais · 4 months

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Mix de star féminine.

#jessica alba #jennifer aniston #alyssa milano #alexandra daddario #kaley cuoco #winona ryder #lacey chabert #ariana grande #elizabeth olsen #anna kendrick #jennifer love hewitt #courteney cox #scarlett johansson #salma hayek

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wandasverison · 1 month

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Wanda this… Scarlet Witch that... why is nobody showing love to MOMMY MONTGOMERY???

#I do be loving Wanda tho #I’m just an Elizabeth Olsen whor3 tho #I’m also just a whor3 #anyways #drunk posting cuz I don’t wanna go back to school #I literally hate being a real adult #wandasversion vent #elizabeth olsen #candy montgomery #Wanda #Wanda Maximoff #scarlet witch

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lizzieswillow · 2 months

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look at her! she is the most beautiful

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff #leigh shaw #love and death #marvel #celebs #celebrities

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romanoffshouse · 2 months

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Happy Birthday Lizzie!

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #happy birthday lizzie #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #i love her #she's the cutest

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misselesava · 9 months

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#elizabeth olsen #eolsenedit #love and death #tv shows gifs

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wandavisionedits · 3 months

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—Inside Elizabeth Olsen's Golden Globe Awards preparations

#elizabeth olsen #eolsenedit #eolsendaily #elizabethdaily #dailywomen #marvel #marvelcast #marvelcastedit #marvel women #women of marvel #golden globes #wanda maximoff #love and death #mark townsend #ig #my edit #WVE edits

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natsgrave · 5 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

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.