#ft. fallon

[b4rredteeth]

@conkniving

[b4rredteeth]

@conkniving @cfstvlla

VERONICA MARS S01E01

[itsblasttothepast]

After seeing Checo's F1 interview, this video came to my mind:

[handsnurtured]

🩸 ↝ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 : @labcoated 🩸 ↝ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 : leon   ft.   fallon 🩸 ↝ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : lexington  university  hospital

despite  the  fact  that  there  were  several  hours  left  of  the  shift,  it  felt  as  though  the  day  should've  already  been  over.  he'd  just  gotten  out  of  a  particularly  exhausting  surgery.  it  had  been  a  success,  sure,  but  he  still  felt  winded.  he  had  another  procedure  in  a  couple  hours  time,  so  he  wasn't  getting  much  of  a  reprieve.  stumbling  upon  fallon  wasn't  intentional,  but  it  was  always  welcome.  she  was  someone  he  worked  relatively  closely  with,  and  he  couldn't  complain  about  that.  leon  offered  her  a  small  smile,  a  slight  nod  of  the  head  trailing  behind  it.  “  hey,  ”  he  greeted  her  warmly.  “  how  many  hours  do  you  have  left  today  ?  ”

[labcoated]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  from  fallon  pierson  for  @elliot-mason  at  roosevelt  fields 

fallon  was  the  kind  of  person  who  overpacked  for  the  simplest  of  occasions.  if  you  saw  her  office,  you'd  know  that  that  was  the  case.  but  it  was  just  a  given  that  it  was  who  she  was  as  a  person.  even  going  to  the  park  with  her  daughter  in  tow  was  an  adventure  on  any  occasion.  a  pack  with  anything  you  might  be  able  to  think  of  at  her  side  as  well  as  her  own  purse  that  she  always  had  might  seem  like  overkill  to  some,  but  it  was  really  just  being  prepared.  she  never  knew  what  her  five  year  old  was  going  to  need  and  when  she  might  need  it.  so  bringing  what  her  mother  might  call  everything  but  the  kitchen  sink  for  almost  any  occasion  was  practically  called  for.  when  she  arrived  at  the  park  she  spotted  elliot  and  walked  over,  letting  violet  drop  her  hand  and  take  a  stuffed  toy  out  of  the  oversized  bag,  “just  stay  right  here  where  i  can  see  you.”  she  said  before  taking  a  seat  by  elliot.  she  waved,  grinning.  “i  found  some  of  violet's  books  and  things.  apparently  i  have  a  lot  of  duplicates.”  she  signed  while  she  spoke  too,  knowing  that  her  signing  wasn't  entirely  perfect  and  she  likely  fumbled  a  few  words  here  and  there  but  that  was  more  due  to  talking  with  her  hands  than  anything  else,  and  then  pulling  yet  another  bag  out  of  her  bag  –  as  if  it  were  possible  to  have  any  more  room  in  there  already  but  somehow  there  was.  which  was  practically  comical.  “she  won't  miss  having  two  of  any  of  this  stuff,  if  you  want  to  take  a  look.”

[razedhell]

[ @kindofuneven ] scott > daisy : "You’re bleeding."

" thank god for your werewolf senses . . . " words drip with sarcasm as the huntress presses her palm to the cut on her thigh -- in a different situation, Daisy would be far more pleasant but she's just had a knife stabbed into her & the adrenaline from the fight is beginning to wear off, making way for the pain. with her other hand, Daisy begins to take off her belt to use as a makeshift tourniquet, securing it tightly above the wound with a grunt. she grits her teeth & takes a couple slow, precautionary steps towards the warehouse doors, wanting nothing more than to get into the car to go home. " can you drive ? we've got a safe house a couple miles from here - i need stitch this up before the longer drive back to Marley's. " she leans against a nearby shelving unit, giving her leg a moment of rest as hazel eyes find brown & sighs lightly. " tell me you know how to drive stick ? "

[razedhellaa]

( @kindofuneven ) scott > daisy : i tried calling you a hundred times, but you never answered.

guilt creases her brow, lips pressing together & Daisy takes a moment to sheath her dagger behind her back. she remembers, his name flashing across the screen as she's barely holding it all together & the huntress couldn't bear to bring him into her mess, couldn't bear to lie to him more. she remembers when the calls started to slow & eventually, stop altogether. she remembers getting a new phone, a new number, a new life & keeping the old phone, the old number, the old friend. safely carried with her at all times, should he ever try to call again, Daisy would finally answer.

" i know & clearly there's a lot we both need to say. " a teasing twitch to the corner of her mouth, she knows most of what happened in Beacon Hills, hunters talk & the internet is free ; she may have had to disappear but Scott certainly didn't. still, she needs to hear it from him, the truth of it all because she still can't believe. " feel like catching up ? "

[conkniving]

❝ is something wrong, is there anything I can do to help you ? ❞

the muzzle of hell's eponymous guard dog nudged at fallon's thigh seated on a graves-seong couch, and though gentle as it was, it still emitted a hiss of agony from the femme that annaki was sure to hear through the phone line. it really wasn't helping her case that everything was fine — explanation failing in its ambiguity — and that the days that had ticked by without anything to show for her attentions was for no other reason than, "... i just got... mixed up in some shit." a storm of her own manipulation. it didn't seem likely that annaki's elder had informed her of the state the debt collector had been when cyrek discovered her comatose body, or she was doing a good job of hiding the severity in the chance that fallon might tell them about it herself. it was worry that kept her from diving into the details, how she didn't want to stress annaki with another life event gone wrong. it was getting exhausting, truthfully, that the milestones of their... whatever it was... was dotted with unfortunate events. "i just wanted to call you." there was supposed to be more to say, but that admittance needed a spare breath to let sink in. "i didn't want you thinking i was ignoring you or something." swallowing thickly, leaning black locks back against the cushions and closing her eyes, "i'm at dustin's. needed to get away from the shit for a while. but they're going on a trip soon, i think?" to what degree her concussion was affecting her, fallon knew at the very least it was fucking with her short-term memory. pinching the bridge of her nose, "my next stop is dae-hyun. you know, the guy i work with at the motel, dunno if you've met him. he's in my apartment building, and i need someone to sorta watch me—" well, that was begging to be questioned. "plus, he kinda hates me right now. but he'll be easier to win over again than stella." abruptly, the thai felt exposed. her voice was much softer when, "sorry. i don't know why i just rambled like that. you must be rubbing off on me."

[stilloves]

jack abbot, dancing in the rain.

the rooftop of the hospital had been an escape, even before ellie had gotten sick. and it served it's purpose, even now, a few years later. even when the drizzle of rain was coming down, catching in her hair, it still didn't feel like enough time had passed to go back down stairs again. then jack had been there, and he offered a different kind of escape. well, she isn't sure she could really call it an escape anymore. he resemble more of a safe haven to her. this person she can land with, and it's not scary. no need to explain, no need for words at all. it'd become his arms wrapped around her, no music up here, but there is that slight sway to a dance. her forearms rest on his shoulders, hands folding at the back of his neck, forehead lightlypress against his. and for the first time tonight, there's a small smile forming upon features.

@gobagx

[rootsrotted]

starter for @cordrots !!

"if you don't skip with me, i won't share my weed. come on, don't leave me hanging!"

[josiahhuddington]

@deputyhuddington just posted a photo for the first time in awhile.

[nvrlcnds]

Closed: @dimonyita continued from (x)

It was rare for Fallon to get to spend time with Elliot but when she did, she never failed to find herself smiling and feeding off of his optimistic energy. She took notice that he always looked so happy to see her and honestly? she was flattered. Not even her own boyfriend, his brother, looked that overjoyed to see her these days and that was part of the reason why she had stopped by, truth be told. Humming lightly, she shrugs her shoulders at the thought. Her boyfriend was quite private but she didn't think that he would try and avoid her from being with his family as much as possible. "I mean, I have only gotten to hang out with you and your mom a few times but I've never felt like she was prying and I enjoy getting to know you," the blonde admitted, an inevitable pink tint creeping its way onto her cheeks. "I was just making sure. I tend to wonder about those things when I think about everything, that's all. I like being around you, you seem pretty nice to be around - definitely opposite of your brother personality-wise, too." "Thank you very much," she finds herself giggling at the finger guns, but she wasn't making fun of him at all, in fact, she found it rather cute that he seemed so flustered to be around her. It had been a while since she entertained the thought of making someone feel that way. Fallon had come over to ask about his brother, but she also wanted to see if she could prove a theory, her own theory. There had been a part of her that wondered if maybe she had met the wrong brother first. It made her feel guilty to think about it, but even some of her friends she confided in couldn't blame her. "I have a feeling that your brother doesn't feel as strongly as he claims. He has issues with me hanging out with you guys, and he's never asked me to spend holidays or anything like that..." she trailed off with a frown. "I don't mean to unload onto you, I just... I had no one else better to talk to than you, you know?"

[labcoated]

fallon  narrowed  her  eyes,  “sure,”  she  drawled  out,  a  slight  shake  of  her  head  as  she  looked  at  him.  she  was  right  to  be  suspicious  of  jett.  but  realistically  she  knew  better  than  to  actually  be  truly  suspicious  of  his  motives  at  all.  “you  can  do  that.  but  somehow  i  think  bumping  shoulders  with  me  isn't  way  of  saying  something  so  buttery  sweet,"  fallon  commented,  “y'know,  for  future  reference.”  she  added  in  with  a  slight  tilt  of  her  head,  almost  a  shake  as  she  was  joking,  but  not  quite.  “now  we're  going  to  get  lawyer's  involved,  i'm  not  sure  my  insurance  covers  this  sort  of  thing.  how  would  you  even  explain  that  to  someone?  sorry  neither  of  us  were  looking  in  while  we  were  walking  but  hey  we're  practically  unscathed  save  for  some  paperwork  that  landed  on  the  floor  and  our  egos?”  she  pretended  like  she  was  dialing  up  a  number,  shrugging  her  shoulders  as  if  to  ask.  she  had  dealt  with  being  on  her  fair  share  of  emails  about  law  suits  and  all  that  sort  of  things,  so  she  knew  actual  jargon,  it  just  wasn't  the  time  or  the  place  to  say  it.  a  sigh  at  the  thought  of  violet.  “she's  in  this  stage  where  she  just….  she  wants  me  there  constantly  and  how  do  you  explain  to  a  five  year  old  that  you  have  work  when  the  only  thing  they  truly  understand  is  that  the  movie  they  want  isn't  on  and  they've  got  to  get  out  of  bed?”  fallon  explained,  a  bit  exasperated  at  the  thought.  it  was  taxing  for  her  to  do,  but  she  still  loved  her  daughter  more  than  anything.  doing  it  all  on  her  own  was  simply  never  part  of  the  plan  when  she'd  ever  thought  of  kids,  so  dealing  with  this  was  just  something  she  could  learn  to  handle.  it  was  just  one  of  those  phases  that,  hopefully,  she  would  grow  out  of  sooner  rather  than  later.  she  laughed  at  his  words,  a  light  roll  of  her  eyes,  "please,  as  if  spontaneous  combustion  is  really  something  i  keep  you  from."  then  she  added  in,  “and  you  can pretend  you're  charming  enough  for  the  both  of  us  on  any  given  day,  so  do  i  really  need  to  say  yes  to  this  lunch  when  we  both  know  you'll  show  up  in  my  office  one  of  these  days  around  lunchtime  to  pester  me  anyway?”

“what, can’t a man ask his favorite publicist-slash-wizard-slash-actual-saint if she’s missed him today?” jett asked, stepping back with mock offense, hands raised as if she’d truly wounded him. “besides, i was jogging. you were folder-flailing. so if anyone’s getting sued, it’s probably you.” he offers her a grin, something bright despite the dull morning still clinging to his skin, sweat curling at his collarbone. “you always look like you’re holding this place together with sheer willpower. i don’t know how you do it.” then, gentler, just enough to be heard: “violet okay?” because he heard her, even if she hadn’t seen him at first. “you know . .” he added, already starting to walk beside her, “you should let me take you out for lunch sometime. purely as thanks. for keeping me out of headlines, jail, and spontaneous combustion.” a soft smirk tugged at the edge of his lips. “we both know i’d be unemployed without you.” and then, grinning again, “just say yes so i can pretend i’m charming.”

[labcoated]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  from  fallon  pierson  for  @sterilesmiles  at  lexington   

fallon  liked  being  on  her  feet  more  often  than  not.  but  still,  she  had  just  stopped  by  her  office  briefly  to  put  everything  down  that  she  had  just  accumulated  from  her  last  meetings.  she  had  been  building  everything  up.  it  was  almost  like  she  needed  to  carry  everything  around  with  her  in  some  sort  of  briefcase  like  one  of  the  hospital  lawyer  types.  but  fallon  refused  to  walk  around  like  one  of  them.  she  just  simply  liked  being  able  to  walk  around  the  hospital  the  way  she  wanted  to  –  as  unseen  as  she  possibly  could.  which  was  possible  for  a  while,  but  it  was  also  impossible  given  her  own  title.  it  was  just  inevitable  that  someone  would  need  her  for  something  and  she  couldn't  really  say  no  or  sneak  away.  so  when  she  left  her  office  she  was  looking  for  some  peace  and  quiet,  wandering  the  halls  and  nodding  her  head  to  herself  as  she  moved  through  the  building,  “devi.”  she  said  when  she  spotted  her,  a  smile  across  her  face  when  she  caught  up  to  her  in  the  hallway.  “any  chance  you're  free  and  not  going  to  ask  me  about  the  positive  ramifications  of  whatever  social  media  is  asking  these  days?”  her  eyes  scanned  the  other's  features  as  if  there  was  even  a  remote  possibility  that  she  would  ask  her  advice  on  that  sort  of  thing. 

[razedhell]

[ @rockgf ] teddy > emmett : "this isn't you"

he's lucky. no, not Emmett - the man he's holding by the collar of his shirt is the lucky one. it's been a rough night, the hunt had taken a turn & he lost the civilian in the fray, the victory more bitter than the alcohol he's been drinking. knuckles are white, the grip on the fellow hunter is practically unbreakable & there's a dangerous glint to Emmett's eyes, glittering in the low light of the bar. jaw clenches, roughly shoving the guy towards the door. " be grateful, she just saved your life - tonight. get out of my bar, you're no longer welcome here. "

gaze meets Daisy's from behind the bar where she's refilling his cup, a knowing & teasing look in her hazel eyes before they flicker to Teddy & back to him. it eases some of the tension, the unwavering bond between him & his twin, as he settles back on his usual stool. " you know i'm in charge of security here, right T ? " brows quirk playfully, taking a sip of his drink. " he was harassing one of my guests, i had to take care of the problem. "

[razedhellaa]

@klaeus continued from your reply eons ago !

face remains carefully neutral, watching him & his emotions closely. " not the biggest fan of crowds, " shoulders shrug half - heartedly as Daisy goes to lean against one of the many mausoleums. no stranger to death, the huntress finds an odd sort of comfort in cemeteries -- the dead don't feel. " disposing of any body is usually a task, i'm sure yours would be no different, Klaus. " brows quirk & based on his own curiosity at their interaction, Daisy can't help hedging her bets with his warm welcome. " thankfully for the both of us, that's not on my ' to do ' list. " head cants, a soft curl to her lips & she takes a few steps closer to hold out her hand for him. " i'm Daisy. "