Farewell Teen Wolf Challenge - Best Character Development (1/2): Allison Argent

I want to not be scared. That night in the school, I felt utterly weak, like I needed someone to come in and rescue me. I hate that feeling. I want to feel stronger than that. I want to feel powerful. 


SECOND… I would like to bring to light the fact that stydia…. stydia. That shiz is real. Can we talk about 6x09 when Lydia is going through her memories and she remembers stiles and she realized that the day she kissed him to stop his panic attack changed everything and that she really loves him. And then in 6x10 when they saved stiles and Lydia is like “I didn’t say it back” and he’s like “you don’t have to” and then they unite ***and finally the kiss that teen wolf fans had been waiting centuries for finally happens and we all melt in our seats and die***

I needed to say that.

My girlfriend and I had planned meeting each other for the first time but I wanted to surprise her so I decided to show up a week earlier than expected. Here’s our meeting video. I’m absolutely obsessed w this girl.


Farewell Teen Wolf Challenge - Favorite Relationships (2/2): Allison and Lydia

Allison. I love you. 

tygerblaze  asked:

1) Cousin and I were talking, the whole Scott telling Allison that he forgave her for what she did after her mother had died. I say it wasn't his place to forgive her b/c he isn't the one she almost murdered. Cousin says that Allison was grieving and being manipulated and she didn't murder anyone. I pointed out she held herself back from putting an arrow in Scott but she didn't hold back from attacking Erica &Boyd. If her father hadn't shot her weapon, I think she would have wound up killing her

2) I asked her, at what point do we stop excusing Allison’s attempt at murder as grief and manipulation. Gerad wasn’t there hunting Erica and Boyd, Chris and Allison was. Yes she was grieving but if I can’t use that excuse for the shitty things Derek did. She can’t use it for Allison. My cousin said it was different. I asked how. She couldn’t answer that, maybe you can settle it for us?

The thing that annoys me so much about Allison going off the rails like that was that she supposedly had this epic first love thing happening with Scott, and she never asked him what happened? (Or worse, Scott just let her believe Derek did it for no reason?) 

I think it was an interesting direction for her character to take, but could have been done with a little more logic behind it. 

Having said that, the people she really needs to apologise to are Erica, Boyd, and especially Isaac. I mean, has Isaac ever had anyone in his life he loved that wasn’t abusive toward him in some way? Maybe Camden and his mom, who are both dead, so… I’m not sure why Isaac dated a girl who’s previously shot a bunch of arrows into him (or was it stabbed him? It’s been a while) but I’m betting a psychologist would have a field day with it. 

Basically I think Allison’s excuse of grief can only take her so far. I think that instead of thinking of it as grief, you should think of her as taking back her control. In a multitude of unhealthy ways, but hell, hunting makes her feel strong, and Allison is very much a girl who  needs to feel strong at that moment. So I think she’s in denial, actually. I think she lets herself believe all that anti-werewolf propaganda because it suits her to at that time. 

Allison makes bad choices and people are hurt, but she redeems herself in the end. She might have redeemed herself a lot sooner if Scott had actually made the effort to tell her exactly what happened, but that’s a whole other rant! 


its been a while since i was really annoying about how much i LOVE my goddamn FRIENDS and i was going thru pics to find which ones i wanna print out and hang in my new apartment n getting all emotional bc wow!! i just love them so much and idk what i’d do without them !!!! so here u go im being annoying about it now


Characters: Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Victoria Argent, Reader.

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“Allie? Allison! Allison, stop! Stop it!” You shouted.

Allison thrashed about in her bed, screaming at the top of her lungs. “No! No, mom! No!” She cried. You turned around to face your best friend, attempting to hold her arms down before she hurt herself. Chris barged in the room, gun in hand. “Allison, Y/N?” He called strongly.

“She’s having a nightmare again.” You told him quickly. He rested his gun down, rushing to hold Allison. “Allison,” Chris grunted as she hit his chest, “calm down. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He soothed. “No! Mom! Mom, please!” She screamed. “Allison, listen to me. You’re alright.” You said shakily. Tears brimmed in your eyes at the sight of her.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” Chris sighed, stroking her hair. Allison had calmed down. Her trashing had ceased, and the screams stopped. Slowly, she opened her eyes. “D-Dad?” She choked. “I’m here. I’m here.” He whispered into her hair.

He glanced at you, and you quickly nodded your head. You rushed down the stairs, grabbing the box of Earl Grey tea. Putting the kettle on, you wiped away your fallen tears. It’s been three months since the passing of Allison’s mother, Victoria, however Allison can’t seem to heal the opened wound. You couldn’t blame her. It was her mother, after all. Losing someone that close to you, it’s like half of you dying with them.

Just as you took the kettle off of the stove, the father and his daughter slowly came downstairs. Allison’s eyes were red and puffy, her eyes focused on her feet. You noticed Chris’s eyes were a little red as well, however you didn’t dare say a word about it. “Here you go.” You said softly, handing Allison her cup of tea. She blew on the steaming liquid before taking a small sip. Chris and Allison sat down beside each other, whilst you stood at the end of the island bedside Allison.

“Thank you.” Allison whispered. You simply nodded, squeezing her soft hands. “It’s gonna be okay.” You told her. She quickly knew what you meant by that, and moved to hug you. You tightly hugged the girl you thought of as a sister, your hand stroking her hair. You both pulled away, Allison taking her seat beside her father again.

At school the following day, Allison was a completely different person. The completely different person she’s been for a while now. She never payed attention in class. She always kept her head down, and never spoke to anyone besides you and Lydia. You hated seeing Allison this way. You hated seeing her completely shut down, and completely shattered.

You couldn’t stand by and watch your best friend go through this. You had to do something. You had to help her, save her. From what? You had to save Allison from the dark parts of her mind, the ones that she kept tucked away and tried so hard to suppress. The dark parts that had broken through the dam, and flooded her mind when her mother died.

“Allie!” You called, unlocking the door to her house. “Upstairs.” Chris called from the kitchen. You dropped your bag by the door as you always did, rushing up the stairs. Your feet pounded against the steps, and down the hallway. “Allie?” You called into her room. You slowly opened the door, finding a quiet Allison laying on her bed.

Your first thought was that she was sleeping, but you were wrong when she called your name. You sighed, laying beside her in the bed. “Allison, we need to talk.” You said seriously. “I don’t want to. Just please, lay with me.” She whispered. “No, Allison. We need to talk now.” You insisted. “You’re using my full name. This is important, isn’t it?” She asked.

You nodded. She turned to face you, stands of her hair falling in her face. “Allison,” you started, “I am so sorry.” She furrowed her eyebrows, confusion written all over her face. “I am sorry you lost your mother. I really am.” You spoke softly. Her eyes watered, her face becoming hard.

“And I know you’re hurting right now, okay? I know you’re hurting, and I can’t possibly begin to imagine how terribly” you said shakily, “but you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” A tear fell from her eyes, “I know, Y/N.” She whispered. “You can’t keep blaming yourself for what happened, and completely shutting down.” You stated. “I know that you feel completely shattered, and that no one can pick up the pieces, but you’re wrong. You’re wrong, Allison.” You cried along side her. Her cheeks were lined with tear stains. She bit her lip at the words, trying to keep her trembling at bay.

“I know I might not be able to, but you can. You can pick up the pieces, Allison. You can heal. You may not be able to be entirely fixed, but you can be mended. You shouldn’t shut down because of what happened to your mother. She wouldn’t have wanted that for you, and you know it.” You told her.

“She would have wanted you to move on, and be happy. To live. Please, Allison, we all want you to. But we can’t help you unless you let us. And even if you don’t, not only do you owe it to yourself, but your owe it to your mother to help yourself.” You said honestly, tears slipping here and there. Allison eyes were similar to a tomato now, her nose red from her harshly wiping away the tears that fell. “You’re right.” Allison cried. “You’re right, I shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t know how to stop, Y/N. It’s like, every since I lost her, I can’t help but feel— empty. Like a part of me is missing.” She explained. “I know, Allison. And that part will always be missing, but that doesn’t mean you can’t work to try and to patch it up so that way it doesn’t hurt as much.” You said, pulling her into a hug. “I love you, Allison. Please, fight, and if you can, let me help. You can’t lose to the bad things. Too many people need you.” You whispered into her hair.

“I love you too, Y/N. Thank you so much for being there for me. Thank you for helping me.” She whispered back. You stifled a small laugh as you pulled away, hooking her pinky with yours. “Always, remember?” You smiled. “Always.” She smiled. “Now, let’s go ask dad for Chinese.” She giggled.