m. stilinski

147 pounds of pale skin & fragile bones : with sarcasm as his only defense , mieczyslaw " stiles " stilinski : independent and mutually exclusive. unafilliated with tw fandom. canon divergent , heavily headcanon based + treated as an original character. driven in by willow ( she/her , 28 ) mature content , minors & personals do not interact. carrd ( personals , i'm not a resource for stiles. stop reblogging my stuff ) affiliated : vulpeshe ♡ , bansithe ♡ , foxfifteen

“ well tell him that i was going to scotts for a szkolny projekt, ” it wasn't to far fetch of an idea . . . plus he's keeping information limited so truly : she couldn't lie or make something up.

twisting and turning , digits clutch sheets . . . his breathing grows rapid. sweat beads down his forehead as he struggles to escape . . . flashing between him and his younger self , he runs down hospital halls as his father calls for a frightened boy . . why was she acting like this towards him ? did she hate him now ? a wailing boy : STILES ! WAKE UP ! HEY ! ----- a burst forward , what stiles hasn't realized was that he was screaming in his sleep. eyes wide , gray shirt soaked . . . his father holding him down from behind as she held his face in her hands. “ i --- katya . . . ”

the gajos girls and their children. @devilcrowns + @beac0ns

a photo album that claudia had started and noah added too it over the years.

stiles had been climbing a tree when he and scott were playing outside. frisbee got stuck in the tree and when stiles went up to retrieve it , he missed a branch and fell . . . noah had dropped everything to take scott and stiles to the emergency room.