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by honey 12/11/2015, 7:12 pmstiles prevalsky
OH OH OH IT'S MAGIC
it was proof of stiles's unbelievable boredom that he was hanging around the courtyard to look for fun. he'd almost gone to the freakin' library. and then the climbing wall, the one with lava on it (but that was too much of a death wish even for stiles. he was uncoordinated enough, he didn't need burns on top of the various little scrapes and bruises he got from being a flail-y klutz). he was currently draped across a bench, upside down, his head resting lightly on the grass. his earphones blasted mr blue sky by e.l.o.
speaking of blue skies, the cold december day allowed for perfectly blue skies. what made skies blue, anyway? and more importantly, was it possible to change the colour of the skies? if it was, maybe he could convince some of his half-siblings to help him do it, at least over chb. it'd be funny to watch people freak out, probably.
speaking of blue skies, the cold december day allowed for perfectly blue skies. what made skies blue, anyway? and more importantly, was it possible to change the colour of the skies? if it was, maybe he could convince some of his half-siblings to help him do it, at least over chb. it'd be funny to watch people freak out, probably.
TAG: STILES & KATE | NOTES: YO SIENNA WELCOME TO STILES'S HYPERACTIVE MIND
