take a lap.

                “ i would be grateful for zombies at this point. ”    head falls,  eyes on the floor before closing them and trying to control his breathing that had gotten a little heavy in the past few minutes,  he leans into the touch which almost shocks him,  thinking that he’d pull away from any type of contact.  “ you don’t need to worry about me. ”  he looks up at her,  finally meeting her eyes.  “ want me to walk with you? ”

"You'll die! Why are you doing this? Why?"

"Well that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that."

"Well I tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast, bud."

" I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders. It is good to once again be among friends."

"This dumb tree is also my friend."

"I have lived most of my life surrounded my enemies. I will be grateful to die among my friends."

"Aww, what the hell, I don't got that long a lifespan anyway... "

"Well now I'm standing. Happy? We're all standing now. Bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle."

"We've already established that you destroying the ship I'm on is not saving me!"

"That is the most real, authentic, hysterical laugh of my entire life."

"Finger on throat means death!"

"They got my dick message."

"His people are completely literal. Metaphors go over his head."

"That dude there. I need his prosthetic leg. "

"God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him. He's useless."

"Well, supposedly, these bald bodies find you attractive, so maybe you could work out some sort of trade."

"That's for if things get really hardcore. Or if you wanna blow up moons."

"You just wanna suck the joy out of everything."

"Who put the sticks up their butts?"

"I am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy."

"Fine, but I can't promise when all of this is over I'm not going to kill every last one of you jerks."

"See, this is exactly why none of you have any friends!"

"Oh she has no idea. If I had a blacklight, this would look like a Jackson Pollock painting."

"You got issues."

"He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does!"

" I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over and turned into some little monster!"

"When I look around, you know what I see? Losers."

"You're an imbecile."

"I can't believe I got taken down by a raccoon."

"Raccoon? What's a raccoon?"

"Ain't no thing like me, except me!"

"We're just like Kevin Bacon."

"I live for the simple things... like how much this is going to hurt!"

"Dance-off, bro. Me and you."

"I like your knife, I'm keeping it."

"Oh, I was just kidding about the leg. I just need these two things."

"He said that he may be an... a-hole. But he's not, and I quote, 100% a dick".

"Well, I don't know if I believe anyone is 100% a dick."

"Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots in your freakin' face!"

"Creepy little beast!"

"I don't learn. One of my issues."

"Look at this thing. It thinks it's so cool. It's not cool to ask for help! Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle!"

"Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede! That song belongs to me!"

"Hold on a second, you're being serious right now?"

"I can't believe I'm taking orders from a hamster."

                 “ no. ”   avoiding mirrors,  he can’t look at himself.  he has the same face as the thing that killed so many people,  killed allison.  he can tell she’s just trying to help,  he can sense in her tone but still,  he just wants to be left alone.  he hasn’t slept in weeks,  too afraid to close his eyes and wake up not in control of himself.  “ all of the above. ”    you know something is wrong with stiles stilinski when even the mention of star wars doesn’t get him going. 

@facetiious

aaaand she’s frozen in place, eyes locked onto the other girl.annie was about to bite into this donut. this. amazing. donut.so there better be a damn good reason as to why she wasstopped. 

                       “ i don’t look like the sky is falling. ”   except he does,  that’s what he always looks like these days and maybe that’s because it is,  that’s what it feels like anyways.  he watched her for a minute,  tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip as he shifted in his chair.  “ just tired. ”  it’s not a lie,  since void all he ever feels is exhaustion,  he can’t remember what it felt like to not be exhausted. 

              he doesn’t need anyone worrying about him,  he doesn’t need those looks of i don’t know how to fix you he got those looks enough when he was younger and his mom died,  he doesn’t need them now.  he looks up at her with his jaw slacked and his eyes pressed together in a squint.  “ —- why do you care ? ”

                     “ i’m fine. ”    he’s not fine,  when was the last time he was fine when those words slipped past his lips?  does he even know what fine is anymore,  when was the last time he felt truly fine?  he looks at her with tired eyes,  is she going to let it go now?  is he going to have to make up another lie?  he’s fine with it,  lying is what he does these days and he’s gotten too good at it.  he rubs his face with the palm of his hand,  looking down.  “ yeah — nothing to talk about. ”