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Fine.
FINE.
In light of recent events, it appears I've made a post that has displeased many of you. I... apologize. It was not my intention to make anyone upset. I believe... I typed largely without thinking, and defaulted to a train of thought that was once natural to me. I won't deny that there is a part of me that truly believes what I said, (and that squirms at the idea of acting remorseful for it), but that part of me is a leftover from a long time ago, and I'll make an attempt to rise above it. After all, it's a gym leader's job to be an example for others, is it not? I'd be dreadful at that if I didn't make more attempts to spread positivity...
With that said, allow me to humbly try to rectify my statements by taking a moment to... hmph... appreciate the types that I named in that post.
Oh, this will be difficult.
Bug types. Oh, bug types. let's just get the hardest ones out of the way first, shall we. I believe... I appreciate the transformations some bug types go through. Like going from Caterpie to a graceful Butterfree, or Grubbin to a fearsome Vikavolt. I see myself in that. It feels very inspiring, even if I still wouldn't allow a Vivillon to land on my arm.
Specifically, @artyburgh, Leavanny is one of the few bug types I'd be able to call "cute", and I appreciate its caring nature. It's expressive in ways I'm not accustomed to in bug types. I also think it's one of the few pokemon you can say has a sense of style, ehehehehe... hem. Furthermore, I enjoy the sense of style you bring to your gym, if such praise means anything to you from a budding gym leader such as myself.
Dark types... I respect the challenge they've presented to me in the past. Contrary to what one might think, I do enjoy being presented with hurdles to outsmart- not only does it make me appear capable when I manage to do so, but it's simply... engaging. Thrilling, even. As a former psychic type trainer, dark types being immune to my attacks certainly was a challenge I had to rise to meet. I believe battling some of them made me a better trainer. Not to mention, their cunning is ever so slightly reminiscent of the trickery I enjoy in fairies, even if it may be... annoying, occasionally.
@grimsley-official, I respect your restraint, but... I suppose... hmmmmph. I suppose just because I'm a "kid" doesn't make my platform any less impactful (at least I should hope so), and dark types already receive quite a bit of slander from the public as it is. I should not have said what I did. Also, Liepard is a wonderful choice for a pokemon- It's proud and elegant nature is very endearing. In fact, I find many of your choices to be quite respectable. If I had to pick dark types, anyway... @piers-official, I'd say I also find your cohesive team choices and commitment to your aesthetic admirable, even if it is one I'd never see for myself. Malamar, in particular... such a presence from a pokemon...
Poison types... poison types, poison types, poison types... Tch. I simply don't believe I like them. But, I can see that they're fierce battlers. In fact, I see that all the time, given that people are constantly bringing them into my gym. But that's beside the point. Their battle style is unique and all their own, and I can acknowledge that it might appeal to some. And of course there are a few I don't mind, like the Glimmora in Paldea or Roserade I see about Galar. Venonat looks like something Miss Opal would like.
@rockstar-roxie, I can not honestly say I enjoy any of your pokemon, but I suppose they need someone to care and vouch for them all the same. Hats off to you for doing so.
Steel types- this one happens to be quite easy. They're sleek, efficient, streamlined... very proper pokemon. Nothing to write home about, In my opinion, but not inherently awful for any reason either. Other than being very good at defeating my fairy types, I suppose.
I don't happen to want to go into detail about why they make me uncomfortable to be around.
I acknowledge that dragon types are extremely strong. I do believe the consensus in official leagues is that they are, pokemon for pokemon, one of the most powerful types there are. And anyone who would seriously invest in training even one of them... I understand that it is quite the ordeal, so I must respect anyone who has managed it as a pokemon trainer. Just... kindly keep those jaws at arms length from me. Please.
Ground types... from a battling perspective, it's difficult to completely disregard ground type moves, as it's the only type that is super effective against electric types. Even my Rapidash knows Drill Run. They have a very respectable battling niche, and I should not be so quick to dismiss them. It's only... the dirt... shudder. I realize that that's a personal problem, though, and I ought not to let it get in the way of the way I perceive the pokemon themselves.
@underground-boss-clay, even I have to admit that the Galarian Wild Area would never be the same without the Palpitoad song in the evenings. Perhaps appreciation for that pokemon is something that we can actually agree on?
And for those of you who I haven't mentioned by name, how about this- for the next ten relevant asks I receive, if you send me something about one of your pokemon, I'll be obligated to compliment it no matter what manner of creature it is. Does that feel fair to you?
Sigh... I HOPE everyone's satisfied now.
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Moonie my beloved.
i’m not sure if your requests are open but. i need eddie munson // gremlins content like i need god. What are his thoughts watching the movie for the first time. is he haunted by the thought of stripe. does he need a gizmo in his life or is he already a gremlin after midnight. inquiring minds must know ,, thank you g bless
WWUUUHHH UHEUUU REY THIS GOT ME SO EXCITEDJKkghkfk
eddie and you love going to the movies, barreling out right after school or sneaking into midnight shows of the latest horror releases, spending full weekends in the theater to watch your favorites over and over again. of course you guys sneak in your own snacks and treats, but you're respectful about it, always making sure to clean up after yourselves. eddie'd worked a few shifts as an usher one summer and christ how he hated cleaning up after the slobs -- he vowed to never be that kind of customer.
oh, but, when you two first see the trailer for gremlins on tv? he's already staring at you and grinning when you whip your head around to him.
"um. we're seeing that," you state matter-of-factly.
eddie snorts, about to say something in agreement, and then gasps, full shock,
"...babe... BABE!"
"what??"
"that's the SAME DAY ghostbusters is out."
wayne just watches from his recliner with a smirk as you -- unsure of how to express your excitement -- begin dog-piling yourself on eddie while cheering, your boyfriend cackling all the while.
that friday, eddie and you aren't at school, oh no. in fact, you're one of the first ones in line at the theater, 'giddy' not even covering it as you both recite lines from the trailers, discussing theories and what you expected.
ghostbusters is the first flick of your double-feature -- to say you both enjoyed it is a heavy understatement -- and going into the second movie of the day you're beyond ready for whatever gremlins throws at you.
the set-up part of the film has you both hooked -- hell, just the trailer had you hooked, but when you finally see gizmo for the first time, whining over how cute he is, eddie is cheesing hard and squeezing you into him. he loves the movies as much as you, but watching you watch movies? sometimes that was even better. eddie was a sucker for your commentary.
he's scolding the screen as every mogwai rule is eventually broken, fully immersed, fully engrossed, fully ready to fight stripe with his bare hands. the moment the antagonist dares to spit upon sweet, innocent gizmo, eddie has a vendetta.
although, that's not to say he doesn't absolutely love every minute of the gremlins being gremlins. he's cackling and pointing, elbowing you excitedly through the whole chaos montage. and when it comes to mrs. deagle's turn for a visit, he's on the edge of his seat just waiting to see what will happen.
when the old lady goes soaring, you both along with the audience are clapping and cheering at the grisly yet much-deserved demise. barney could rest easy now, poor dog.
now, eddie would never openly admit it, but he was a sucker for those old disney movies -- ever since he was a kid. when the gremlins are all together in the theater, watching snow white and entranced by the dwarves' working song, he's singing along with them too, with a grin so wide his cheeks are hurting.
somewhat surprisingly to you, eddie is near hiding his face in your shoulder when stripe finally meets his end, whining sounds of distaste as the creature melts and perishes. you just coo and pat his cheek, while your eyes are glued to the screen in delight.
you could swear as well you hear him sniffle when gizmo bids billy goodbye as the movie draws to a close. you don't judge, though. you're definitely crying a little, too.
you'd gotten to the theater early in the afternoon, and after two flicks it still wasn't too late in the day, but the excitement had definitely wiped the pair of you out. eddie leans into you heavily, almost sad, pouting and squeezing his arm around your shoulders as yours does around his waist.
"...i want a gizmo..."
you snort softly and tilt your head to peck his cheek, "i know, sweetie, i know."
in bed that night, curled up together and yawning in-between reminiscing in the day you'd had, eddie is about to get up for a glass of water when he pauses.
"what's up, babe?" you question softly, rubbing his back. eddie shuffles a bit and turns his head to look at you, bemused and smirking.
"... what if there's gremlins out there..? ghouls..."
you can't help the laughter, giving him a playful shove out of bed to which he whines and makes a show of tiptoeing to the door, cracking it open and peaking out.
"well, then, you better go bust 'em! show 'em who's boss, baby, you got it."
and, of course, eddie most definitely is a gremlin, as he sheepishly re-enters the room with the glass of water and a plate full of food for you both to share. tired before, he's wired after the late-night feast, leaping around you sat in bed asking repeatedly as you're wracked with giggles, 'who you gonna call?? ED-BUSTERS!'
the next few days neither of you can go a full sentence without quoting the films at each other, and of course you go back over the weekend multiple times, at least once with wayne after convincing him to join you.
a few weeks after release and it continues when eddie is crouched in front of the tv, grumbling softly and smacking the sides, adjusting the antenna while the screen shifts between shades of fuzz. he huffs, calls to you while you're in the kitchen. "hey! theres GREMLINS in here. we got gremlins in the tv."
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stolemyhheart · 1 year
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https://www.tumblr.com/murdrdocs/745240191578537984/do-you-have-a-showcollection-of-movies-you
what are your fave community episodes
the law and order one (s3 ep 17), the pillow fort vs blanket fort documentary one (s3 e14), the western paintball one (s2 e23), the one where they all tell scary stories (s3 e5), the ass crack bandit (s5 e3), meow meow beanz (s5 e8), the second dungeons and dragons (s5 e10), the james bond paintball one (s6 e11) anddd that’s it
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redjayson · 4 months
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me: this is fine, I’ll just write a very stressful medical scene for this chapter and plan out some of the ways it’s going to get a bit worse before getting better. being in the doctor’s pov is perfect for this. also why yes I did just drink a big cup of coffee
also me: well now I’m stressed as hell
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parasitic-anomaly · 1 year
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Idk why I wasted 7 hours on this but ta da
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OBSESSED with the way Big Time Rush looked at the way their fanbase has shifted/changed in the last ~9 years and came to the conclusion of "ah, okay, y'all are gay seem to like the songs without 'girl' or pronouns in them" and proceeded to give us an entire album with no pronouns, and we loved it because we're all just a bunch of gay people jamming to funky music
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dhampiravidi · 9 months
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👗 to help my muse pick out an outfit (for Oraia because picking outfits together is cute and also has the potential to be sexy xD)
"Hi, again." The auburn-haired woman jumped, turning to confront Oraia while wielding a hairbrush. "Sorry. I forget that some aren't used to portals." Anna Marie decided to forgive her for the moment, even though the goddess wore a smile that looked suspiciously mischievous. Maybe the expression was a reaction to the X-Woman's outfit, which consisted of a faded Joan Jett t-shirt with some joggers and Crocs.
"Ain't nothin. So, uh...where's the clothes?"
"C'mon. I figured it'd be easier if I brought you to them." As Oraia went back the way she came, Anna Marie noticed that the portal led into a pricey-looking home. Curious, she followed and nearly dropped her hairbrush.
"Oraia! What the heck is all this?" she cried. There were at least three garment bags lying on the bed, a couple of shoeboxes that Anna knew were expensive brands, a giant canopy bed (she might've sat on it, just to try it out if Oraia hadn't been right there) and a large vanity with several drawers. "Ah-ah can't afford you, Oraia. 'm real sorry..." she mumbled, stepping back to go through the portal. But Oraia was faster, closing the portal with a flick of her wrist.
"It's a favor, Rogue. Or should I call you Anna Marie?"
"....Rogue's fine..."
"I told you to call me if you needed help. Besides, I was hoping we'd become friends. Then moments like this wouldn't be so weird," Oraia replied, smiling. "Alright, belle, strip!" Anna Marie had changed in front of the other women on her team, so she had no problem stripping down to the convertible bra and basic grey cotton panties she'd pulled on. But the look Oraia was giving her...was something else. The shorter woman had taken a few steps back so she could give Anna Marie a look over. Her sea-green eyes appeared to glow for a second, and her lips quirked into a mysterious smile that was slightly unnerving.
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just...appreciate what you're letting me see, that's all. It's a pleasure to dress you." Rogue blinked, lips parting before she realized she didn't know what to say in response. All she knew was, if the heat in her face meant anything, her cheeks were aiming to be as pink as the goddess's lips. Is that her natural color, or-? "Let's get moving, hm?"
It was easy to see that Oraia was inhuman when she was moving around the room getting pieces together. The woman went from one point to another fast as a breeze, and no matter how many things she had in her arms, she moved with unnatural grace. Finally, she handed Anna Marie one of the garment bags, a shoebox (with a pair of new seamless panties slapped on top), and a tiny jewelry box.
"Thank ya'..."
"Don't mention it. I'll be in the other room, just call me back when you're done." And she was gone. Anna Marie didn't mind getting undressed in general, but it was a little weird taking off her underwear in the house of someone she didn't know too well. Shoulda thought a' that before Ah called. She sucked it up and put on what she'd been given.
"Oraia, could ya come in here, please?"
"Need me to zip you? Are the shoes comfy?" It would've been alarming how quickly Oraia reappeared if Anna Marie hadn't seen her fly around a couple minutes before. She replied with two nods, and bit her tongue as she felt a bit of pressure against the small of her back, letting her know exactly where her hostess was. But Oraia didn't linger; as soon as she'd carefully zipped up the back of the dress, she stepped away. "Over here, there's a mirror."
A little ways down, there was, in fact, a floor-length mirror. The belle smiled, pleasantly happy with how the dress fit her. It was off the shoulder, but somehow both sleeves were like typical short sleeves, neither reaching her elbow. The skirt was probably A-line by itself, but with her hips, it'd turned into a pretty mermaid shape. "Wow. Ah really like this one, thank--" Oraia held up a finger and hurried away, then came back with a necklace that made Anna Marie's jaw drop. It was like someone had tied a bow using a ribbon, then turned the whole thing into a choker made with tiny, round diamonds. "It's so beautiful," she whispered as Oraia clasped it around her neck.
"That's just Number One."
She turned to the brunette. "Oraia, Ah can't. Ah can't let you spend all this money on me--"
"And why not?" Her hands were on her hips, and it wasn't clear if she was truly angry or just exasperated. "You've saved the world without as much of a thank you given in return. I've lived for centuries and seen what humans do to powers they can't understand!" She huffed, then took a slow, deep breath. "Rogue, I'm not giving anyone any excuse to justify why mutants don't have a seat at the table. And..." Oraia's eyes softened. "You're allowed to have nice things. Funny, sentimental, or expensive. Besides..." A smile easily slid back onto her face. She looks real nice that way. Natural. "Pretty girls deserve pretty things. Now, do me a favor and strip again. Everything but the earrings and panties has to go."
"Y-yes, ma'am." Anna Marie watched the slim figure retreat until she was out of sight. Then she looked back at herself in the mirror and realized that she was wearing too many clothes. Superman would've been impressed by how quickly she got everything off, even though she made sure to put everything back the way it'd been given to her. "Oraia?" she called, unsure about...a lot.
When she came in, the goddess's tongue slipped out to moisten her lips, and Anna Marie unconsciously clenched her thighs together, wondering where that tongue would go if--
"Have you ever worn body chains?" Oraia asked, opening one of her drawers.
"Chains? Like, bondage?" She remembered hearing rumors that the Hellfire Club had a whole floor dedicated to that. Emma Frost's corset-and-thong outfit (which she, thankfully, never wore in front of the kids) kind of proved the theory. But Oraia just laughed and faced Anna Marie holding up what looked like a super-long, very thin necklace with diamonds every few inches.
"No, this kind of chain. The trend's inspired by Indian belly dancers. It's worn against the skin for this outfit, which is why I asked you to...bare some skin for me." She was standing in right in front of her, and when the tip of her tongue emerged again, Anna Marie suddenly became very aware of how close Oraia's lips were to the two prominent, pink-tipped girls on display. Her own mouth dried up, while something completely different began to happen down south. "You're going to put it on like a shirt: you slip it over your head, then you put an arm through each side."
Anna Marie did as she was told, stiffening when the fabric of Oraia's shirt tickled her firm nipples. But the goddess didn't seem to notice. Instead, she went and got a suit. The jacket was white until it reached the waist. There sat some brown stripes, followed by black. The pants were black, too. "It's real pretty," the redhead said approvingly, almost happy to put it on. She went to the mirror and decided that she liked how it fit.
"You're pretty," her stylist whispered, making a shiver run down Anna Marie's spine as Oraia gently squeezed her shoulders from behind. She gulped, wondering if the other woman could see her nipples tenting the fabric. Oraia let her go and took a big step back, which confused her. "Rogue. Can you look at me?" She did. "I don't think it's a secret that I find you attractive, or that I'd like us to be...closer. But if you aren't interested for any reason--"
"Ah didn't say that. Ah jus' ain't used t'women flirtin' wit' me, or spendin' money on me when Ah haven't given 'em anything." She bit her lip and crossed her arms, frowning. "What exactly did ya want fo' all a' this, anyway?" The sad look on Oraia's face made her almost feel guilty for asking--almost.
"I know what it's like to be...used. Undervalued. You'll just have to trust me when I say that I find you both gorgeous and interesting, so I want to know your body and your mind. But I will accept anything you wish to give if that's a one-night stand, a few dates, a lifetime...or nothing." Anna Marie thought carefully, deciding how much she felt like trusting Oraia. Finally, she placed a shaky hand on the shorter's woman's cheek.
"Let's say a kiss is what Ah give f'now." The smile she got in response was priceless, and the kiss was even better.
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"Oh, hey Kurt. Mail?" Anna Marie asked, seeing her brother standing there with a box the size of a human being. He looked somewhere between suspicious and confused.
"Eh, yes...it's for you...but I didn't hear a truck drive off--"
"All good, Ah got it!" Kurt stood there as his crazy sister snatched the box, yanked it into her room, and shut her door all in a matter of seconds. He blinked, muttered something about crazy people, and went back to folding his laundry.
Anna Marie smiled as she found a note from Oraia on top of the garment bags packed inside the box. It read: "To my Belle, who I hope to see again soon...enjoy the looks on their faces. The third one is for Stark's gala next week. The others are for you. -- O." She found the two outfits she'd tried on (and the jewelry that went with them), plus a tailored black three-piece suit, complete with a silk lining patterned with Xs, a silver vest, a black tie, and a white dress shirt. The pair of strappy silver sandals she'd tried on were there, too.
Ah think Ah'll take some pictures b'fore Ah leave. Just 'cause.
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notbrucewayne48 · 5 months
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"aphobia doesn't exist"
bitch literally not that long ago an aroace youtuber animator was insulted by almost half of its community for being it
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danielcalmdown · 3 months
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early morning, on the way to Martinaise
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veillsar · 6 months
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「The Pale Bat」
❗️Minor BG3 Spoiler Ahead❗️
Summary: Astarion encounters a small creature, and makes a decision.
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Part 2
(Edited because I forgot a panel, oops, & also added some refinement)
Astarion finds a bat and saves it, because I said so.
I did it, I did the thing!! I drew the wonderful and wholesome idea that originated from this post made by @miraculan-draws :
I loved this post so much, I had to make it real, and I hope people might find this entertaining as well. There is no way Astarion would not see himself in a little white bat who desperately needed help. This is set after traveling with my Tav for a while, and Astarion has softened his edges enough to be a bit more gentle.
Thank you for posting this lovely concept, I might continue to draw more of this :)
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justaz · 5 months
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country bumpkin merlin not knowing anything about city life and accidentally courting arthur without knowing
merlin, watching gwen give lancelot her favor: why do you do that
gwen, heart eyes at lance and not paying that much attention to the conversation: so he knows i’m rooting for him
merlin, with an Idea: ah.
gwaine, lover of chaos, pisser offer of nobles and royals alike, ultimate wingman: merlin…you have such lonely lips. shall i introduce them to mine?
merlin, unaware of the game gwaine is playing: so you can steal my breath away? i think not, scoundrel
arthur, crushing his goblet in his hand:
merlin: arthur’s been in a bad mood recently :( i should cheer him up
merlin, remembering when arthur was put out when merlin brought morgana flowers and not him: i know just the thing
merlin, bringing a bouquet of carnations, roses, and tulips and setting them on arthur’s table while he’s eating breakfast: good morning, sire
arthur, trained on flower language in hopes that one day when he was to take a queen he could woo her easily, trying not to audibly choke on his sausage as he reads merlin’s declaration of love sitting in front of him:
arthur, who recently found out about merlin’s magic and was trying to find a way to bring it up, catching him in the act and watching merlin panic to explain himself:
merlin, Freaking: and i swear to you arthur, i have only ever used it for you. my magic is yours. my life is yours. i am yours. i would never do anything to harm you. i have protected you for years and will continue to do so at your side if you’ll have me
arthur, already believing them to be courting, desperately trying to figure out if that was a proposal for marriage or not but tired of being confused and deciding fuck it: here.
merlin, taking it: i…uh…huh?
arthur, watching merlin with hawk eyes and trying to figure out what he’s thinking and feeling: it’s my mothers sigil
merlin, confused as FUCK but is focusing on the fact that arthur is handing him something of his mother rather than a death sentence: my…my lord?
arthur, realizing how scared merlin’s must be about him finding out about his magic and trying to comfort him while also proposing, killing two birds with one stone: i will always keep you at my side, merlin, so long as we both shall live. if you’ll allow me.
merlin, almost collapsing with relief and tearing up, smiling at arthur as if he had parted the storm clouds to allow sun to shine down on them in that moment: of course…of course, arthur. always and forever.
merlin, watching the castle staff rush this way and that: wow. this banquet must be incredibly important
sir leon the long suffering, day one ride or die, one of the original merthur shippers: banquet? merlin, this is for your wedding
merlin, overworked and exhausted: my WHAT? to WHO??
leon, regretting everything he’s ever done in his life that led him to this moment: to…arthur?
merlin, over joyed but also absolutely befuddled: i’m getting married to ARTHUR?????
leon: you two have been courting for the past year or so, have you not?
merlin: i’ve been COURTING ARTHUR?????? FOR A YEAR?????????
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tekkiperson · 6 months
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By a significant majority vote, I have unequivocally become a part in this esteemed fandom. In appreciation, I shall graciously contribute mundane content mostly featuring Casey Jr.
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I didn't expect to gain so much notes from my first post eeeeeeeh where are you guys coming from!
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kindnessoverperfection · 10 months
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Please, if you can, take a moment to read and share this because I feel like I'm screaming underwater.
NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) stigma is rampant right now, and seems to be getting progressively worse. Everyone is using it as a buzzword in the worst ways possible, spreading misinformation and hatred against a real disorder.
I could go on a long time about how this happened, why it's factually incorrect (and what the disorder actually IS), why it's harmful, and the changes I'd like to see. But to keep this concise, I'll simply link to a few posts under the cut for further reading.
The point of this post is a plea. Please help stop the spread of stigma. Even in mental health communities, even around others with personality disorders, in neurodivergent "safe" spaces, other communities I thought people would be supportive in (e.g. trans support groups, progressive spaces in general), it keeps coming up. So I'm willing to bet that a lot of people on this site need to see this.
Because it's so hard to exist in this world.
My disorder already makes me feel as if I'm worthless and unlovable, like there's something inherently wrong and damaged about me. And it's so much harder to fight that and heal when my daily life consists of:
Laughing and spending time with my friends, doing my utmost best to connect and stay present and focused on them, trying to let my guards down and be real and believe I'm lovable- when suddenly they throw out the word "narcissist" to describe horrible people or someone they hate, or the conversation turns to how evil "people with narcissistic personality disorder" are. (Seriously, you don't know which of your friends might have NPD and feels like shit when you say those things & now knows that you'd hate them if you knew.)
Trying to look up "mental health positivity for people with npd", "mental health positivity cluster bs", only to find a) none of that, and b) more of the same old vile shit that makes me feel terrible about myself.
Having a hard time (which is constant at this point) and trying to look up resources for myself, only to again, find the same stigma. And no resources.
Not having any clue how to help myself, because even the mental health field is spitting so much vitriol at people with DISORDERS (who they're supposed to be helping!) that there's no solid research or therapy programs for people like me.
Losing close friends when they find out, despite us having had a good relationship before, and them KNOWING me and knowing that I'm not like the trending image of pwNPD. Because now they only see me through the lens of stigma and misinformation.
Hearing the same stigma come up literally wherever I go. Clubs. Meetings. Any online space. At the bus stop. At the mall. At a restaurant. At work. Buzzword of the year that everyone loooves loudly throwing around with their friends or over the phone. Feels awesome for me, makes my day so much better/s
I could go on for a long time, but I'm scared no one will read/rb this if it gets too much longer.
So please. Stop using the word "narcissist" as a synonym for "abusive".
Stop bringing up people you hate who you believe to have NPD because of a stigmatizing article full of misinformation whenever someone with actual NPD opens their mouth. (Imagine if people did that with any other disorder! "Hey, I'm autistic." "Oh... my old roommate screamed at me whenever I made noise around him, and didn't understand my needs, which seems like sensory overload and difficulty with social cues. He was definitely autistic. But as long as you're self-aware and always restraining your innate desire to be an abusive asshole, you're okay I guess, maybe." ...See how offensive and ignorant that is?)
Stop preventing healthcare for people with a disorder just because it's trendy to use us as a scapegoat.
If you got this far, thank you for reading, and please share this if you can. Further reading is under the cut.
NPD Criteria, re-written by someone who actually has NPD
Stigma in the DSM
Common perception of the DSM criteria vs how someone may actually experience them (Keep in mind that this is the way I personally experience these symptoms, and that presentation can vary a lot between individuals)
"Idk, the stigma is right though, because I've known a lot of people with NPD who are jerks, so I'm going to continue to support the blockage of treatment for this condition."
(All of these were written by me, because I didn't want to link to other folks' posts without permission, but if you want to add your own links in reblogs or replies please feel free <3)
#actuallynpd#signal boost#actuallyautistic#mental health awareness#narcissistic personality disorder#people also need to realize that mental health professionals aren't immune from bias#(it really shouldn't come as a shock that the mental health field has a longstanding pattern of misunderstanding and mistreating ppl who ar#mentally ill or otherwise ND)#the first therapist i brought up NPD to like. literally pulled out the DSM bc she could barely remember the criteria. then said that there'#no way I have it because I have low self-esteem lmaoooooo#anyway throwback to being at work and chatting with a co-worker. and the conversation turning to mental health. and him saying that#he tries to stay informed and be aware and supportive of mental health conditions & that he doesn't want to be ignorant or spread harmful#misinformation. and then i mentioned that i do a lot of research into mental health stuff and i listed a bunch of things. which included#several personality disorders. one of which was NPD.#and after listening to my whole ass list he zeroed in on the NPD and immediately started talking about how narcissists are abusive and#he knew someone who had NPD and how the person who had it had an addiction and died from the addiction in a horrible way and he#was glad he did#fun times#or when i decided to be vulnerable and talk abt my self-criticism/self-hatred bc i knew my friends also struggled w that and i wanted to#support them by sharing my own coping methods. and they both(separately!) started picking and prodding at my npd through the lens of stigma#bc i'd recently opened up to them abt having it. they recognized self-hatred as a symptom and still jumped on me for it. despite me#trying to share hurt vulnerable parts of myself to help them and connect with them.#again..... fun times
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