Sometimes I forget how much I love and loved certain shows. Like i’m sitting here watching Teen Wolf edits and sobbing over Stiles again. I love him him so freaking much 🥺️🥺️🥺️
Destroy the idea that you can only be a certain thing if you’re good at it. If you make art because you love it, you’re an artist. If writing is your passion, you’re a writer. If you love making music, you’re a musician. Same goes for everything else. Don’t feel like you’re not good enough to do anything. Keep doing what you love and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
You know when dogs sit outside with their face turned towards the sun and their eyes closed and they look so relaxed and when you pet them they’re warm that’s how I want to feel always
He’s trying, Trying to pull himself back together, To pick up the pieces so he could stop her from worrying because he can’t be another burden. He can’t. But Victoria’s not stupid, And Peter knows that, He also knows she’s picked up on how he’s been feeling far before this; How could she not? He’s been so paranoid, SO TIRED recently and it’s shown more than he knew.
WOULD SHE BELIEVE YOU? It’s a quiet voice that claws it’s way into his mind, It came behind another that begged him to tell her what’s been happening. She would, He’d tell himself, She already knows about his sister’s death. BUT, her knowing about Charlie wasn’t going to help explain what else was happening.
His free hand comes to his throat, A reaction to another bout of sobs that interrupted his attempt to calm down his breathing which only caused more crying; infantile and pathetic sounding to the point where he sounds more like a scared child. AND HE IS.
Peter nods, It’s his only way of telling her that he’s listening and he is. He welcomes the feeling of her forehead against his, Closing his eyes to fully focus on Victoria. Slowly he takes in shaky breathes, They’re laboured at first but even out slightly while he continues to
try and copy her. “It – It feels like… like my throats big. Like I’m having a – a reaction.” He blubbers. “I know I’m not! It’s just –” He stops himself, That familiar frantic feeling threatening to ruin his progress.
“ Hey! Hey… I know. I know…I-I get like that too but you’re not. You’re just worked up so you have to breathe with me. It’ll get better, okay? I promise. T-then we’ll get you some water a-and the feeling will go away. It’ll be gone, Pete. “
Was she saying this more for him or her? Honestly it’s a mixture of the two. She nearly whined feeling him slip away again just when it seemed that maybe he’s getting better, calming down, even if only a little.
Victoria pulls back to look at him, tucking some matted hairs away from his face and then she took his free hand, holding it firmly in her own. “ I’m not gonna go anywhere. I’m staying right here….with you… “
