here are #49 gifs of the lovely crystal reed as allison argent with her crossbow as requested. they all have ‘https://’ and ‘31.’ in the html, so there shouldn’t be any gray boxes whenever you use them. there may be a few from the same scene but they’re edited differently and are still a bit different, so it shouldn’t be an issue. please like and/or reblog if you find this useful!
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As one of the residents of Heron’s Hope, your mission is important - to develop LV-346 into a hospitable planet. You are the best of the best, and your colleagues are among the brightest as well. With the backing of the legendary Weyland Corporation, nothing can go wrong.
That is, until you figure out what’s really happening. LV-346’s barren landscape holds more than rocks and soil, and once the truth is revealed, it won’t matter how smart, strong, or brave you are. It’ll take everything you have to even have a chance of getting out, and even then, survival isn’t guaranteed.
After all, in the loneliest frontier of them all, even the best can fall.
Main || Plot || Residents || Directives || Apply
It’s 24 hour quite hours, so shut the fuck up please and thank you.
Ugh I want a student / teacher plot. I have such a muse for the student. And I’ve been studying all day for stats so I don’t have my laptop. Everything will be gotten to later.
D O N ' T T O U C H M E !: A Johanna Mason fanmix
The Capitol can’t touch her. President Snow can’t touch her. A Johanna Mason appreciation fanmix for her wonderful swearing, her hotbod during the elevator scene, and her not relying to anyone but herself. [listen]
Aurora and Luke are slowly growing more and more on me and just wow werewolf Romeo and Juliet without all the dying bullshit.
Under the cut are some plot bunnies I have! I wanted to organize ‘em and put them all in one place, so yeah. Crossed out means they are being done. If you’re interested un any, don’t hesitate in liking this or messaging me! Also check out my open plots.
Suddenly the door behind him bursts open and three Peacekeepers spring into the room. Two pin Cinna’s arms behind him and cuff him while the third hits him in the temple with such force he’s knocked to his knees. But they keep hitting him with metal-studded gloves, opening gashes on his face and body. I’m screaming my head off, banging on the unyielding glass, trying to reach him. The Peacekeepers ignore me completely as they drag Cinna’s limp body from the room. All that’s left are the smears of blood on the floor.