Knock, Knock, Knocking On Heavens Door

Stiles the loveable useless old fool is getting on in years, I got the notification today is his birthday & joy of joys he’s going to be an elder.

We decided to throw a party as this will be his final one I won’t bore you with all the pre-party nonsense we’ll get right down to the good stuff.

Here the party venue simple but effective I think

& off we go…

The guests have actually gathered to watch which I must say is a first. They normally stand around like idiots.

Thats it Stiles blow them out

Ooo do I get a wish?

Yes make the wish that you don’t die before reaching level 10 in your career!

Im going to die?!

Uh no course shush blow them out!

EEeeeeeehhh!

You look like your going to poo yourself whats wrong?

So excited!

The sparklies! Please be a boy! Please be a boy!

Barmy old fart it’s a birthday not a birth!

Ooooh I don’t like this. Make it stop!

I’m blind!

You put your right foot in! Your right foot out.

Groowwwrrrrr

Oh dear he doesn’t look happy

Where did my youth go? This isn’t what I planned for. Ow my acheing back.

Ughh my hand are so wrinkly I’m so old Noooo!!

I’t seems Stiles has been struck by grumpy old man syndrome hopefully it’s not terminal.

What the hell am I wearing?! I’m supposed to be a rockstar!

Belle seems more than a little surprised at the tranformation.

Urgh that is not my dad he’s so old! Look at his skin I’m never getting that old EVER!