allison's baby


November 8, 2009. 

Hands-down GOAT Stanford x Cal (x kellex) game: 


KO in her headband phase, and she was wearing a red one. Matchy-matchy with Alex.😻😻😻

Except for the hat trick, of course. Sorry Alex. ⚽️⚽️⚽️

Too much to get into. Brianna Bak, Alicia Jenkins, Ali Riley & KO at the coin toss…Ali at Amanda White’s heels…Allison McCann x Baby Horse…Mariah Nogueira and Baby Press celebrating KO’s brace (two consecutive headers)…KO celebrating for three…UNDEFEATED. 

—at least for another month.


          they weren’t exactly friends—-truthfully, they weren’t friends at all, but he sat next to her for an entire year in american history, and she had been sweet. KIND. she wasn’t cruel, she didn’t judge him, she didn’t ask about his bruised knuckles or his split lips or why he was always sad. 

           she was the closest thing he’d had to a friend save for his brother—–and he misses her.

            it’s a risky thing, going to her grave; scott, stiles, lydia… they’d probably kill him should they ever find him out, standing before the stone with ALLISON ARGENT etched into it, flowers in hand, bottom lip QUIVERING, dejection welling in his chest as a chill slips down his spine. a quiet breath in, a shaky breath out, and as blake stoops to place the bouquet atop sandstone, something… familiar happens. 

            (something not natural.)

                          i know you’re there. as he speaks, his hand falls, thumb tracing over the smooth letters of her name. i’m–sorry. i shouldn’t be here, i know.


ALLISON ARGENT MOODBOARD  1/?                             

                       Baby, I’m a sociopath

                                                        Sweet serial killer

                                                                                          On the WARPATH.