[thehauntedhuntress]

So I just saw the news about closing :( And I wanted to mention that I think I’ll either be making a multi muse or an allison indie because I love you guys and all the interactions here and I don’t want to lose them. This group is really awesome. Hopefully some of you guys feel that way too? Please message me if you might be interested in staying together at all!!! I may also individually hunt y'all down and ask XD depending on work. My door is always open for you guys. skype: claire.1331 gross kik from 2012: musicgirl1322

[thehauntedhuntress]

Dad-

  I don’t even know where to start with this one. I don’t know how to explain. I must have disappeared right out of thin air for you, along with the rest of Beacon Hills’s supernatural population. You probably saw that pattern right when it happened… You were always good at that.  

  I think that I must be here because of the gift. We hadn’t had a lot of time after the darach to read up on those stories we thought were myths, so I don’t blame us for not realizing that it could have consequences. At least, not consequences like me being sucked into a different world. Try not to worry about me too much dad, because there are a few things here that aren’t so bad. There are other civil people in this dimension, people that I might be able to befriend. As for my friends… I’ve found a few. I know you couldn’t bring yourself to wholly approve of my involvement in the pack, but I think we can both agree now that I could use that kind of family here. 

  Don’t ask about the nightmares, because they haven’t gotten any better. Lately they’ve been worse. I see things when I’m awake, when I should be safe. It’s a little warmer here than back in Beacon Hills, which is good, because I’m so cold, dad. My hands are like blocks of ice all the time, and I can’t get them warm. But I’m getting used to being cold. 

  There are a few things I need you to do for me. Please, please, try not to worry about me. Take care of yourself too, and try to take care of Mr. Stilinski and Mrs. McCall. I always sort of thought the three of you would make a good team. And keep an eye on Mrs. Martin too. I know they'll all be hurting. Maybe you can help them, even if you can't help me.

  I miss you so much. I don’t know how to sleep, or how to breathe when you’re not snoring down the hall. I don’t know how to hunt without you by my side, I don’t know how to be the only Argent. I think I could almost enjoy this world, if you were here. All of my friends are here, and everything is always dangerous, so you’re never caught off guard. I have an apartment, and a job. But I don’t have you, and you’re the thing I need the most. I keep telling myself I’m going to get back, because I can’t think about the alternative. I can’t have lost you, dad, I love you.  Please find me. Please.

With love, Allison

[obriens]

–– and now we’re on the verge of losing it

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GUESS WHO'S COMING HOME TODAY?!

That’s right bitches, it’s me. Feel free to pretend to be excited. (But really guys, no parades. Keep it classy.)

[teenwolfplus]

[shawnphunters]

list of favorites [28/50 female characters]: Allison Argent

“I was thinking that maybe I should be prepared. Learn to be a better fighter and learn all the things that you can still teach me. And maybe a few things more. But we’re going to have a new code. Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger.”

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@lykosmccall

[malisaac]

“Yeah. Been there, done that.”

[thehauntedhuntress]

@stillnothelpful

[incorrectteenwolf]

I am not in danger, Scott. I AM THE DANGER.

Allison Argent (via incorrectteenwolf)

[hunnvm]

“I don’t know — I don’t know anything.”

[thehauntedhuntress]

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Even the sun sets in paradise.

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handsoffthejeep :

Since the nemeton. Since they had woken that damned thing from it’s slumber, everything had gone to hell in a handbasket. He knew Scott had been feeling it, Stiles knew he had been suffering himself, but seeing Allison snap like this was enough to know there was a third. She had gone under, just like the two of them had. They should have known… 

“It’s okay…” He replied with a weak smile, not able to muster much more than that. “I know. I know what it’s like… I don’t–” For a boy that was normally incapable of shutting his mouth, this was near enough impossible. To talk about himself, his own problems, they never mattered. They were unimportant compared with the rest of the pack. His hands falling from her shoulders, the boy shrugged lightly. “I don’t even… Know when I’m awake anymore… I keep waiting to wake up at home…” 

Allison tried to shake off the small amount of relief she felt, knowing that she wasn’t the only one like this.  She wasn’t the only one who felt like she was losing her grip.  But that train of thought would only bring an avalanche of guilt, so she let it go. The fact that Stiles was mentioning his struggles told her more than the actual words he said.  Because she often found herself noticing, back in Beacon Hills, that he talked a lot- but often he didn’t say anything.  

“How do you-” she wrung her hands, folding her fingers together.  “How do you know? How are we supposed to tell what’s real and what isn’t?” Allison wanted so badly to reassure Stiles, to tell him that this was real and she was certain of it.  That he was awake, not just dreaming.  But if she really thought about it, that would make more sense.  She had always considered Stiles to be a friend, but he didn’t often speak to her or seek her out unless it was for Scott. And besides, Stiles was human.  He shouldn’t have been there at all. “I don’t want this to be a nightmare.” Allison gestured at both Stiles and their spread of textbooks and papers that had taken over her kitchen table.  Even if she had lost it for a minute, she didn’t want either of them to wake up and find out that they hadn’t found each other in this hell of a place.  

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ahunterinplaid :

“If you want to use it, go for it. I’m not stopping you. It just announces that you’re a hunter.” Sam tossed her a spare pistol. He handed her a few bullets loaded with rock salt and silver. “These are bullets with silver and rock salt. You can pretty much kill anything with that. You can also hide it. I usually use my angel blade, but I only have the one on me.”

Allison caught it with ease, and rolled the bullets over in her hand with a distant expression.  “Silver bullets.” She nodded, thinking of her dad, of her family.  “Right.  I’m usually more of a bow and arrow kind of girl,” she pulled a Chinese ring dagger from concealment.  “but I use these a lot too.” A small smile spread across her face.  Hunters and their toys. 

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black-blake :

Cassie cocked an eyebrow at the name. She had never heard it before back home and she didn’t recall running in to one of them here. “What’s a druid?” she asked. “Ah yes, the werebooks. I’ve heard you guys are pretty wild,” she joked, “All that knowledge could really hurt someone.”

“Hard to say.” Allison grumbled.  “All of the ones I’ve encountered have been infuriatingly vague.  I know that they have power, and sometimes they ally themselves with packs.  Werewolf packs, I mean.”  She explained before grinning.  “They say that knowledge is power for a reason.”