damn it, it’s eating my asks again.
Monthly Archives: May 2014
Beth shrugs in a ‘just trying to help’ kind of way and takes her turn, scoring a strike. Summer comes back and perches on the edge of the seat, just as careful as Stiles not to touch, although she’s casual and easy with the other two. She does nudge him conspiratorially, though, this time, and points to the scoreboard.
“You can change people’s names on the board here,” she whispers, and does just that, changing everyone’s but hers. She just makes Stiles’ his last name, but puts something goofy for the other two, some kind of inside joke obviously known only to the three of them. It’s pretty clear they’re very close, but Summer somehow still seems a little on the outside.
“I thought you were going to bring some of your friends?”
Stiles can sympathize with feeling a little on the outside of people. He watches Summer’s face for a second before his mouth quirks up, and he leans forward to change his name on the board from ‘Stilinski’ to ‘Batman’. That gets a decisive nod before he looks back at the girl sitting next to him. His expression is soft and contemplative. “Yeah, well—you didn’t really seem like you wanted me to bring anyone, and since I was kind of crashing your party already…”
His shoulders lift, then drop, hands folded between his knees. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Besides I don’t really have friends, I’ve basically got—Scott. And that’s more or less it.”
Of course that’s more or less not true, but Stiles’ vision has always been a little clouded when looking at himself, as much now as ever, with his shoulders bearing the weight of the nogitsune’s actions.
Summer pinches her lips together before she speaks, looking at him in a way that’s much more direct than any other time. “You can’t crash a party I invited you to. That’s not how it works. You might be new, but you aren’t unwelcome, and you don’t make me uncomfortable.”
Which is a blatant lie, but also absolute truth: he doesn’t make her uncomfortable the way he means it — bringing his friends wouldn’t have made her uncomfortable, or any of them; he makes her uncomfortable by existing, with his unconscious defense of her problematic social virtue and general geekiness and long-limbed attractiveness. She hates that she can’t /not/ see that, now.
She looks back at the keypad, and says, very quietly, “Did you /want/ this to be a date? With someone you’d only just met?”
She grins at him. “Oh, nowhere. Thought you might chase me.”
“Why would I chase you when you always come right back to me?”
“I might not come back? Chasing is fun? There are rewards if you catch me?” She lifts her wrist and looks at his hand. “Oh, I seem to be caught. What are you going to do with me?”
“You always come back.” Isaac watched Summer lift her wrist. “Let you go,” he replied while letting go of her wrist. “It’d be nice if you’d let me work on something, for once.”
“Oh.” Her voice was dejected, and she turned around, walking away.
She grins at him. “Oh, nowhere. Thought you might chase me.”
“Why would I chase you when you always come right back to me?”
“I might not come back? Chasing is fun? There are rewards if you catch me?” She lifts her wrist and looks at his hand. “Oh, I seem to be caught. What are you going to do with me?”
dont underestimate my ability to stay obsessed over a single game for years after i first played it
Or for years after it can no longer be played.
She grins at him. “Oh, nowhere. Thought you might chase me.”
what is in that box?
#this says so much about each of their plans #may is going to survive on that island; kill its beasts and live on their meat #trip is getting out with a sat phone someone’s going to pick him up he has faith someone will get him #fitz has no fucking idea simmons is the smarter one ask her #simmons has been dreaming of this moment her whole life #skye also has no fucking idea but her laptop hasn’t failed her so far???? #ward is like may but he doesn’t think he will have to survive for that long #he has finite ammo he believes someone will come for him too #this scene (via maximofff)
I was thinking about this and I wonder
Ward didn’t even pick a hunting gun
Or something with more than six shots in it
I don’t think Ward’s fending off anyone
I think he only needs one bullet
And I don’t think he’s getting off that island at all
I kind of hate you right now.
*pets the stupid, stupid specialist-boy*
I’m wet, I’m all wet… (x)
#i will reblog this until i die#and even then i want that first gif integrated into my funeral#the way scott is standing with hands on stiles is so possessive and protective like ‘this is /mine/’#and the gentle way stiles looks back and brushes scott’s hand away#his fingers lingering for a second or so longer than they need to#he doesn’t really want scott to let go but he needs to handle this one on his own#’i got this buddy don’t worry’#and don’t even get me started on the other three gifs#gentle touches and soulful looks im so done (via stilesmcalll)