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❛ i should tell them that i’m not afraid to die. ❜ (@calloftheargents)
Finstock put a hand on Allison’s shoulder and motioned for her to sit down. “Look. I don’t know what you guys are going through and i’m sure I wouldn’t understand if you tried to tell me but, just because you’re not afraid to die doesn’t mean other people aren’t afraid of losing you.”
Usually he liked to keep it light with his students but, he could tell by the expression on Allison’s face that she was serious.
“Death isn’t something to throw around lightly.”
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continued from here || @calloftheargents
ALLISON.
“Jackson,” she murmured as a sleepy smile rested on her face. It was a surprise to see him at her door, but not an unwelcome one.
It hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing for Allison lately, but at this point that came with the territory. She wasn’t exactly sure what Jackson really wanted, but if he had come all this way… She could probably sneak him up to her room to talk.
What her dad didn’t know couldn’t give him a heart attack. He had enough opinions on Scott McCall and Scott had been the sweetest guy she’d ever brought home– but this wasn’t Scott, this was Jackson. It wasn’t the soft smiling boy in her class; this was an outspoken guy she hadn’t fully figured out. But it wasn’t like that. This was strictly platonic; she wasn’t in a stable enough place to let someone in like she had let in Scott. Not now. But it wouldn’t kill her to be a good friend.
Smiling sweetly, she spoke up one last time.
“Do you want to come inside?”
“Is your dad home?” Jackson shut his eyes, already feeling like a jackass for the way that came out, “I...I didn’t mean it like that.”
Jackson wouldn’t admit his own fear, but Chris Argent was a pretty scary guy. He wasn’t big, loud and scary. It’s not like he was jacked and could crush Jackson like a orange between his arms.
No, Chris Argent was the complete opposite and that was even scarier.
The guy was quiet, but the way he looked at you made you feel like he was scanning you from the inside out or something. Jackson probably had more mass on the guy, but Mr. Argent could probably snap his arm in half in two seconds flat.
Oh, and Jackson knew about the weapons he kept. Allison’s parents were total hard asses. Jackson had a feeling that Mr. Argent was the type to make teenage boys who snuck into his house late at night very acquainted with his collection.
“I just don’t want him to kick my ass.”
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[text]: You kept whispering to me that the guy making your burrito was an angel. (allison
cleaning out my ask box » @calloftheargents
[ 📱— Allison Scott's Ex]: You say that like it's a bad thing.
[ 📱— Allison Scott's Ex]: I didn't bring any cash to tip him
[ 📱— Allison Scott's Ex]: And whenever i did something good my parents would say stuff like "good job!" "We're proud of you!"
[ 📱— Allison Scott's Ex]: "good job!" "You're an angel!" "Wrap that burrito!"
[ 📱— Allison Scott's Ex]: So that's what i did. I paid him with compliments
[ 📱— Allison Scott's Ex]: also thanks for paying for my burrito since apparently compliments don't have "momentary value" or whatever
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@calloftheargents || ( x )
Erica was having fun with her new shewolf persona. It was fun to finally feel like the one with the power, to have people respect her rather than laugh. It was an insane rush of power and she was going to use it as much as she could. Sure, she wasn’t super happy about messing with Allison and Scott, but if that was the price she had to pay for being a part of Derek’s pack then she would.
Speaking of, as she was lost in thought Erica picked up the scent of the hunter down the hallway. Time to get up in her face as per usual. She stalked down the hallway until she reached Allison looking through her locker and leant against the locker right beside her. “Hello Katniss, shot any birds lately?”
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‘all my memories are hazy..’ (@calloftheargents)
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“They’ll feel that way for a while, I think.” Green eyes scanned the young woman. “How are you feeling, otherwise? Stable?”
#calloftheargents#i was thinking resurrection but i wanted to leave it vague for you if you didn't want to#Anonymous
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❛ How are your injuries? ❜ (@calloftheargents)
Deshi was holding a bloodied t-shirt against his left flank that was currently bleeding from a bullet wound. "I wouldn't have had any injuries if your trigger happy friends wouldn't have shot me." He had nothing against the girl he was just mostly angry about being shot.
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❛ Why should I believe you? ❜ [Allison]
LEGACIES MEME || @calloftheargents
God, could she catch a fucking break? All she was trying to do was help, but everyone looked at her like she had ebola or something. Everyone always thought she was trying to lie to them or trick them and yeah, she was a lot of the time because it was funny but this wasn’t one of those times.
❝Um, because I skipped a nail appointment because of this,❞ Jennifer says, ❝And I don’t know if you’ve seen my nails lately but they look like I fingered a wood chipper. Finals week has me chewing them off like that mouth breather Louise chews on her ponytails.❞
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@unfortunatemainblog, @literally-lydia, @spider-gwenmaxstacy, @calloftheargents, @marvelxfox
para tu mi amor 💕
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@calloftheargents said: ❝ It’d be so sweet if things just stayed the same. ❞ || fine line starters - accepting
SMILE fades slightly at her words, they’ve spent the entire night together eating their weight in junk food and talking about their lives, telling funny stories from before Allison was ever in Beacon Hills. Right now, nothing was happening. No giant calamity, no monster trying to brutally murder them, no one was turning people into werewolves. Everything was normal and for a few days now they got to be normal too. Stiles knew it wouldn’t last. As long as the Nemeton was active it’d function as a beacon, pulling all types of things into the town. Some of those things were good but others were just there to hurt people, to cause chaos. ❝ yeah. ❞ Voice is quiet, ❝ guess the universe thinks that’d be making it too easy for us. nothing lasts forever. ❞ It comes out more negative than he had intended, the sarcasm just wasn’t really there like he hoped it would be. Tone lightening up, he playfully pokes her, ❝ but hey we’ve got an entire season of friends to get through so i’m sure things will stay the same until at least rachel and ross break up. let’s just enjoy it while we can. ❞
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[ 📱- sms ] I got your favorite [Allison]
SOME TEXT MEME (accepting) || @calloftheargents
[ sms — Allison A. ] The answer is still no.
[ sms — Allison A. ] I'm not doing it.
[ sms — Allison A. ] I can't be bought, Allison.
[ sms — Allison A. ] But nice try. I appreciate the hustle.
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MOONLIGHT AESTHETIC STARTERS (accepting!) || @calloftheargents
“I couldn’t sleep,” Jackson explains as he stands on the Argents’ front porch, his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweater, “Not with that lunatic running around murdering people.”
Jackson shrugs, his eyes going up towards the sky, “And I wanted to make sure you were okay, or whatever.”
He grumbles the last part, trying to throw the sentiment away.
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@calloftheargents said: ❝ Viscaria - Will you Dance with Me? ♡, Allison ❞
YEARS had passed, but from the look in her eyes, Allison was still hung up on Scott McCall. It was pitiful, watching the way her wistful eyes followed Scott and his new bride Kira as they waltzed across the dance floor as Mr. and Mrs. McCall. Jackson couldn’t pinpoint whether he thought Allison was strong or a complete idiot for showing up. Obviously, there was some unresolved feelings lurking underneath her porcelain features. If she needed him to dance with her to get her mind off of it, he figured it was the least he could do.
❝ Come on, ❞ Head jerks toward the dance floor, a hand extended toward her.
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“Nobody’s seen you in days.” [Allison]
sentence starters » @calloftheargents
❝Yeah. That was kind of the point when I said, ❛Go away, I don’t want to talk to anyone.❜ ❞
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[text]: You fell asleep standing up against the shower wall [Allison]
cleaning out my ask box » @calloftheargents
[ 📱 — Allison Scott's Ex]: Yeah I told you I can sleep anywhere
[ 📱 — Allison Scott's Ex]: One time i fell asleep hanging upside down from a tree
[ 📱 — Allison Scott's Ex]: Well...
[ 📱 — Allison Scott's Ex]: Actually i might've passed out because of all the blood rushing to my head
[ 📱 — Allison Scott's Ex]: but i looked like i was sleeping and that's pretty cool
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nightmare (allison)
cleaning out my ask box » @calloftheargents
A sliver of golden light allows Malia to see Allison sprawled out on her bed. Textbooks lay abandoned around the brunette like some kind of sacrificial circle. Malia doesn't make any noise to alert Allison of her prescence. Unnoticed, she slips into the room, shutting the door behind her with a muted click.
She doesn't need to wake Allison up. She doesn't want to talk, she just wants a warm arm wrapped around her for comfort. She just wants to be reassured that it was just a dream and she's not alone.
Moving the books out of the way, Malia slips into the bed next to Allison. She lifts a slender arm up and tucks herself underneath it, legs tucking up underneath her bottom. A small whimper leaves her lips as she snuggles into the bit of warmth Allison's body offers. As she counts her breaths, she realises how out of tune they are from Allison's. The other girl is breathing so shallow, it's almost as if she's not breathing at all.
Malia isn't sure when she falls asleep, but when she wakes up again, the sun is streaming through the slits of her blinds, casting lines across her face.
She's still in her own bed and Allison is still resting in the cemetery several blocks away.
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[text]: Let’s never forget the time I met you while you were running down the street naked and in handcuffs. [Allison]
「cleaning out my ask box」» @calloftheargents
[ 📱 — Alli]: or we could forget
[ 📱 — Alli]: but hey since it was me and i was naked, i can see why you wouldn't want to 😉
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