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@pscentral event 09: comfort ↳ Dan & Blair in GOSSIP GIRL (2007 - 2012)

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Handle with love

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Vampire yoonkook for the soul - baby vampire and baby vampire protector

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Figure One: Peter looking at Stiles like “what? Someone thinks I can help? Someone is actually, genuinely asking me for help with no sass, no strings, no begrudging belligerence?” and then it converts into “Stiles is the only smart one here.” Stiles knowing that Peter can do what needs to be done.

Figure Two: Stiles going head first into trouble, Peter reaching after him– balance? caution? just in case he needs to push Stiles out of the way of harm or pull him back?– who fucking knows.

Figure Three: Peter pulling his niece close, protecting her; Stiles placing himself between Cora and harm’s way; Peter’s hand resting over Stiles’. Shared concern.

Figure Four: Stiles helping Peter into the ambulance, booty graze, and hand lingering on his shoulder/back. More concern.

Point: mutual concern, mutual kind-of-trust.

Also: I fucking love this shit.

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Pick a bottle any bottle lol

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I recently read an article about a therapy group for depressed people who had all attempted suicide at some point. The breakthrough question for them was, “If your goal was to be just as miserable as possible, what would you do?” Most of them listed things like not getting enough sleep, or isolating themselves from everyone… the list goes on, but the point is, they listed things they already do. But now they saw those “coping mechanisms” for what they really were: things that were actively making their condition worse.

I read that article at 2:00 AM, asked myself, am I TRYING to be miserable tomorrow? And it was easier than usual to put my phone down and fall asleep. Even my intrusive “lying down” thoughts about meaninglessness and existential dread were easier to suppress when I framed them as things I’d think about to purposefully make myself feel as awful as possible.