hopelessly hopeful

LIZZIE✴ TWENTY-ONE ✴ PHOTOGRAPHY never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game

[lizziemallard]

Drabble Me

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

[inothernews]

[bisithehummingbird-blog]

hlep

🐝: i need your hlep

🐝: help.

[lizziemallard]

🦆: hey sure whats up bumble bis?

[thatgirl-pearl-blog]

Text @ open

Pearl: can you please pick up some bird seed if you go by the store??

Pearl: the kind with the tiny seeds if you can!! bert hates sunflower seeds :(

[lizziemallard]

Lizzie: yeah sure np!

Lizzie: anything for my favorite fluffy nephew 😊❤🐤

Lizzie: i have to swing by target anyway

Lizzie: ill let u kno when i get there

(One hour later.)

Lizzie: is bert a basic blend or a supreme kinda guy?

Lizzie: he is supreme in my ❤ ofc but idk if his tummy feels the same

[museinspo]

“Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.”

— S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via whitebeyonce)

[kr-0nos]

ⱤɄ₴₴ł₳₦ Ɽ

[lizziemallard]

cagedhawk‌.

A lone voice rang out before his index finger could pull back the trigger and the owner of the voice didn’t exactly seem pleased to have the attention on her. In fact, she seemed to shrink from the spotlight, as if the pairs of eyes suddenly staring at her hacked at her self confidence more than her beliefs could build it back up. Nevertheless, with her faltering voice and her desperate gaze, she stood by her point about the gun.

“They gave us rules,” Jamie spoke up at last, shifting the attention back to him and the shiny pistol in his hand. He looked over at the timer and noticed seconds before his gaze past a particularly annoyed glare from the blonde to his left. “We’re supposed to show them we’d do anything,” he continued, “Including injury. It’s a game of chicken. A dangerous one, but it proves just who would take on pain head on and who’d divert danger towards an innocent bystander. I could’ve chose you.”

With emphasis, he pointed the gun at the stranger–an action that prompted a few shuffles away from him by those who were watching the ordeal. Instead of keeping his opponent in a pool of sweat and fear, he flicked the chamber, pointed it back at himself, then pulled the trigger.

Nothing.

A chorus of sighs and relieved laughter until the five minute timer started again. Bella leaned in and pressed a small, congratulatory kiss on the side of his head before she took the gun by the handle and walked over to the red head, her eyes sharp and predatory. 

“Want to give it a go?”

       A game of chicken. She felt like a chicken. Lizzie wasn’t made for this sick sort of game; she was far too soft for this perilous competition of survival. But there was no turning back now. 

       All attention in the library was focused on to her: fourteen pairs of eyes and one loaded gun. She squirmed under the laser-like gazes of the room, pressing her elbows into her sizes as though to shrink into invisibility. This wasn’t what she’d wanted, not at all. Her leg muscles stiffened, ready to sprint away to safety, but she stood in place; there was nowhere to run. Was it against the rules to escape your fate as prey? She wanted to ask, but her vocal chords failed her, just as her body had. 

      He was going to shoot her, and she was going to die here. In a library full of strangers. 

      --Or not. It felt like an eternity had passed when the boy returned the gun to his own head. Though she regained control of her limbs, it didn’t make the situation any better. Her hands didn’t know if they should cover her ears or her eyes—what needed more protecting: her eardrums or her mind. She figured she could end up with a scar no matter what, but perhaps it was too late to save her from the traumatic memories. 

      Click.

      Funny, she thought gunshots were supposed to be a lot louder. She peeked through her fingers to find the boy still standing, just as her eyes had left him. Relieved, she dropped her hands from her face in victory. Anxious laughter filled the room, and for a moment, everything was fine.

      Though they only had five minutes until the next storm. 

      The girl who approached her was smooth and poised as she crossed the room, confident and strong like a feline. With sharp cat-eyes, shebstalked towards her prey, and Lizzie felt hunted. She wanted to refuse, to run as fast as her feet could take her, but she knew there was no place to go. She couldn’t escape the timer; none of them could. Instead, she held her hands out for the gun, cupping them for an offering she never wanted. 

      “I’ve never held a gun before,” she whispered. The chattering became muffled in her ears, like someone had draped a blanket over the whole room. “I didn’t think it would be this heavy. Or this cold.” When she glanced up at her audience, they seemed to blur in her vision: one big amalgamation of people who were stronger than her. “I…I don’t know how to use this.” Her gray eyes glazed over as she looked back at the killing machine in her hands. “I’ve never used a gun before. I’ve only ever done those little shooty games at the arcade.” Her voice grew breathy and shrill, an uncontrollable whimper passing through her lips. “They don’t have real bullets, or those safety things. You just point.” She held the gun firmly in her two trembling hands and slowly lifted it, aiming it against the other side of the room. “And shoot.” 

      She glanced over at the timer and her already-fair face fell ashen. No matter how much she rambled, how much she time she wasted, the timer still continued its terrifying count down to zero. Her voice grew choked with tears that she didn’t even know were there. “I don’t want to do this,” she whispered. “I … don’t want to do this, I don’t…” She took a deep, shaking breath and pulled the gun down, pointing it firmly at the floor by their feet. “My dad never told me about this. He said he made his best friends here. He never—he never said I’d have to do this.” 

         With a shaky breath, she commanded the attention that she’d already had. “So, how do I shoot?” she called out in a trembling voice. “What do I have to do? Tell me. I don’t want to do this all wrong.”

[supermans]

[lizziemallard]

oneseagull‌.

Victor had commandeered the arm chair by kicking his long legs haphazardly over the side. His head was cocked back into the nook of his clasped hands. It was how he usually sat in the manor, mainly because it was more comfortable than the usual, partly because it annoyed some people. At Jamie’s pained reaction he glanced over towards Lizzie. Everything about her looked as though it were clenched in the vice grip of anxiety, concern for their Hawk’s wellbeing— everything but her steely gaze. Thus far he had kept his gaze fixed on the screen, body slack, along with his expression. Jamie had known what he was getting into when curating such a task, therefore he watch with only mild fascination. “What would I have done?” He echoed Lizzie’s words back to her, twisting his body around in the couch so that he was sitting upright. “I don’t know,” he said. “I’d probably drain the liquor and play with the phone. I’m a pacifist, after all. It’d be against my moral code to inflict pain.” He was also sure that none of the old birds would do a task like that, they weren’t really the type to offer themselves up on a silver platter. They were the type to remind them that it was them, the uncaged, about to be eaten. “What about you?”

      Lizzie broke eye contact with the screen to turn to the seagull. Victor looked a little too relaxed as far as she was concerned, but maybe he was just better at hiding his emotions. He was a chaotic sort of fellow; maybe he had experienced so many feelings at once that he had to go numb for a little while and recharge. She tried not to overthink it. After all, he had to be concerned: Jamie was important to all of them. 

       The mallard rested her cheek on her knee, her long, auburn hair surrounding her curled-up body like a curtain. “It’s hard for me to say,” she said. “I want to say the pen, draw something on him--maybe write a message on his arm. But if I didn’t know Jamie, would I do something different? If it was another bird, would they have the same objects? Would we be doing this at all?” Not even the Vulture would have been crazy enough to do something like this. At least, not this kind of crazy. “I don’t miss this part, all the mental gymnastics. It’s exhausting.” 

       She took a deep, calming breath as the uncaged left the room on camera, allowing them a quick emotional break before the next hellish contestant took their turn spinning the wheel of torture. “You know, sometimes I think I just ... repressed that whole year. Some of the things we had to do. I mean, do you remember your worst thing? Or do you have to really dig for it?” She ran her fingers through her hair, tangling them in the unbrushed strands. “You don’t have to say it--not if you don’t want to. I’m just rambling--you know me.”

[bisithehummingbird-blog]

nervous

[lizziemallard]

bisithehummingbird‌.

Bisi beamed and immediately seized his chance to hug Lizzie very very tightly to his chest, making them sway from one foot to the next. He really did damn hate what had happened last night, but if this was what he got out of it, maybe it was all worth it. Her words had him laugh and, still holding onto her, he shook his head. “Please. It’ll be your coronation. Princess Liz, monarch of breakfast and all surrounding lands.” The last bit was said with a dramatic tremble in his voice - only barely betrayed by the amusement underneath.

Lizzie let out an amused laugh: he was always so theatrical, it was a wonder he wasn’t a storybook character. She stepped away from his warm embrace and curtsied—albeit a little clumsily, but they couldn’t all have Bisi’s natural talent and confidence. With a royal flourish, she said, “In that case, this queen wants pancakes. Think you can make that happen?”

[lizziemallard]

peacock-sylv‌.

“Cannes is warm,” Sylv returned with ease, “It’s beautiful all times of the year, and if you like boats you can always dream about sailing away, but you’ll find that you’d never want to.” She glanced at Lizzie with a smile. “I’ll take you one day.”

“He made me ride on his bike once, and that was more than enough. Never again.” Her hand reached for the lever once more, but it seemed that the seat only wanted to go one way, trapping the brunette between the seats. She squeaked in shock before letting out a laugh, “Help me, Liz.” 

       It was incredible to think that despite their vast differences, their friendship had made it this far. People never ceased to surprise her; they never were what they seemed at first glance. She was so thankful that Sylv had given her a chance. The redhead gave her friend a warm smile. “I’d like that.”

       The sentimental moment was gone in a flash. She watched as her car attacked the aforementioned friend in the passenger seat in shock, though her gasp quickly morphed into a laugh. “Okay, hold on.”

      With only a few hiccups, the duo made it to the festival safe and (mostly) sound. It was bustling with big families, energetic kids, and one very enthusiastic mallard. 

      “Oh, look a this!” Lizzie waved her friend over to a pointing scarecrow, who was wearing a bright yellow sign around its neck. She crouched down and read, “’Vendors and Pumpkin Patch, this way.’ How cute!” The corners of her mouth lifted up at the thought of the scary secret society having a slew of smiling pumpkins in their yard. “What do you say, Sylv? Wanna go pick some pumpkins for the manor? It could really use some decorating.” 

[infuseing-blog]

“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

— Katherine Henson (via kvtes)

[lizziemallard]

✆⁇&$♀

Lizzie➡ Pearly

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

Lizzie: it’s a lil nippy out today. dont forget to bring a jacket! :)

Send “??” for a DRUNK text.

Lizzie: hi! just lettinvg ju know itm home!!Lizzie: thansk sooooo much for coming out wiht me tdody! i had os muhc fun!! Lizzie: brunch tomotrrow??? loive you!!!!

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

Lizzie: ur gonna ace that exam today! show it whos boss!!Lizzie: u studied so hard, the only thing u can do is ur bestLizzie: good luck! let me know how it goes! ❤️ 

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. 

Lizzie: i just dont understand why he even bothered with the phone?? like what was the point?? what a wasteLizzie: ahhhh sorry that was meant for my friend peter my b!!Lizzie: our friend doesnt know how to use his new phone hahaha 

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

Lizzie: if something were to happenLizzie: hypothetically i meanLizzie: like we got in a rlly big fight or u learned something about me that u didnt likeLizzie: would you still be my friend?

Send a symbol for a text meme | Accepting

[falloutbird]

mallards are underrated they genuinely have such beautiful feathers

[aurelle]

Live in such a way that if someone spoke badly of you, no one would believe it.

what i strive for (via fluerly)

[lizziemallard]

% &

Lizzie ➡️ Bisi Bee 🐝

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text

Lizzie: do u think u could teach me how to dance??

Lizzie: i think i rlly embarassed myself at the masquerade ball 😱 someone told me i dance like their dad

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

Lizzie: i know it’s been hard for u

Lizzie: being forced to step down from ruling member

Lizzie: but that doesnt mean we cant make a difference!!

Lizzie: hang in there. im here if u need me ❤

Send a symbol for a text meme | Accepting

[walgus]

fear and loathing // marina and the diamonds

[neuroticdream]

Smile at strangers. Do good things. Give your friends some advice. Enjoy your life. Love your life. You’ll never know how you could inspire people with these simple acts of kindness. Remember: little things do matter.

(via neuroticdream)