♡ allison argent ♡

“Just friends”? Yeah right!

“ it was an accident ”

Who asks the other on dates: Who is the bigger cuddler: Who initiates holding hands more often: Who remembers anniversaries: Who is more possessive: Who gets more jealous: Who is more protective: Who is more likely to cheat: Who initiates sexy times the most: Who dislikes PDA the most: Who kills the spider: Who asks the the other to marry them: Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Who would bring up possibly having kids: Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: Who tries to make up first after arguments: Who tells the other they love them more often:

there   is   beauty   in   the   courage   of   the   fragile   fighter.   those   who   persevere,   despite   all   they’ve   been   through,   those   who   still   believe   there   is   good   in   the world,   as   dark   things we   often   find   we   need   that   light   the   most.   //  independent stiles stilinski, penned by lea.   ©

     the smile gracing opaline features hadn’t faded or even wavered a second.  ❝ one lavender dress for fun, and we’ll find you the prettiest midnight goddess dress, ❞ the strawberry blonde almost sang, features rosy with pure happiness.  ❝ as for me, i was thinking something like a mauve or a pinkish orchid… you don’t think that would be too clashy with my hair, do you? ❞ she asked, genuinely inquisitive to allison’s opinion.

    it took a moment for the huntress to react, her best friend flowed with a royal-like grace, one that was surely not misplaced. ❝ i think something pink would definitely... suit you. ❞ tongue flipping with the words as allison’s elation flew between relaxed breaths. ❝ maybe something fitted. show off those curves like you show off your brain. ❞ a tease, referencing the way lydia found tendency in hiding her brilliance. 

     lydia beamed in delight — it wasn’t that she judged allison’s taste, but she adored playing stylist and it was her way of expressing how much she cared for her. after all, the brunette was her very best ( and very first ) friend. she couldn’t help wanting to do everything with her.  ❝ i would be honored, ❞ lydia giggled, in favor of allison’s terms and conditions.  ❝ were you thinking pastels, or muted colors? personally, i think lavender flatters you. ❞

     brows furrowed, a look of thought crossed the brunette’s porcelain skin before she retorted, ❝ i was thinking something more along the lines of black... or maybe an olive tone.  but i’ll try on a lavender dress, just for you. ❞ nose scrunched, dimples beaming with the same friendly smile she always shared with lydia — her best friend, her first friend in beacon hills. ❝ but only one lavender dress. ❞

 i am a shy roleplayer. messaging people first doesn’t come easy to me. i go to send someone a message and then my mind goes a million miles an hour; what if they don’t like my writing, what if they don’t even know who my muse is, what if they don’t like the fandom, what if they’re roleplaying with someone who roleplays the same muse, *rereads the rules 10000s times but still gets paranoid im brekaing a rule*, what if they aren’t following me, are the mutuals only, what if they don’t like the plot i have in mind. and basically it fills me with so much nervousness and fear i just back away and continue to watch from afar.  this doesn’t mean i never message first, when i’m confident the person likes my writing style/blog i find approaching them a little bit easier.  this isn’t anything personal or me trying to be superior in any way. i am shy, have low confidence, and am very unsure of myself and my writing.  if i follow you and never message you, i’m sorry, i truly am. but i adore each and every one of you and love to see you all. if i had it my way i would speak and roleplay to all of you.  i hope you all can understand and forgive my unhealthy way of thinking (✿◠‿◠)