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[narcissisticpdcultureis]

Dear sacrifice,

I've also gotten "more narcissistic" as time goes on and I think it's actually (in my case anyway) evidence of healing. Back when my NPD was at its worst, I never saw anything as I did as narcissistic. I'm sure part of it is that denial, and another big part is that NPD comes with ups and downs.

My few highs were accompanied by so many disastrous lows, I wasn't seen as arrogant or self centered by myself or anyone else that I know of. That would be ridiculous, I obviously hated myself!

And in reality, NPD in its worst form is more self hatred than confidence or self love. That's the form of narcissism that hurts narcissists, and the form that makes it an actual disorder. If someone just thinks they're pretty great and doesn't really care how they seem to others, that's not NPD, but it's seen as narcissistic. If someone is a huge people pleaser and doesn't know how to be themself because they try so hard to be whatever will bring them the most praise, they very well might have NPD but no one's gonna accuse them of being a narcissist...

Because much like neurotypicals with ADHD, egotypicals only give a shit about how our narcissism affects THEM. So a healthier ego after years of recovery may be seen as more narcissistic as someone who crashes daily

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[hotgirlmeg]

babygirl im booping people i've never seen in my life

[souvenir116]

Q: Tell us how you both met, when did the friendship start?

Virgil: We went on tinder and then we-

Max: Well, in this case, I guess grindr then! Oh my God... we cannot use that!

Virgil: New start, new start!!

Max on grindr:

[meidui]

favourite (sassy) quotes | for @catws-anniversary ♡

[smthaboutusss]

rdst my beloved

[papayadays]

🧸Oscar + the silent eye contact from across the room pleaseee

tysm for the cutest ideas, sasha!! <33

the garage was buzzing, metaphorically and literally. the crew were working on the car, the sound of the engine a constant background noise; the engineers were busy staring at the data, crunching the numbers and optimizing performance. it was a familiar scene to anyone aware of the sport, a still life that encapsulated the controlled chaos of the sport.

you were in the back of the garage, papaya headphones on as you glanced at the mclaren members working. lando was gesturing about something on his side to the pit crew, casting a look at his car; oscar was huddled with his engineers, a hand running through his brown hair as a chart was pointed at. he nodded, but you could tell he was getting bored. his eyes glanced up, meeting yours almost instantaneously.

you gave him a small smile and a wave, to which he returned. his brown eyes gave you an amused look, and it was like you two were conversing without uttering a word. you rolled your eyes playfully, and you saw oscar struggling to hold back a chuckle. while you wanted to go over, take his hand, and tell him not to worry about qualifying, you knew he had duties to the team and his engineers.

his engineers, which were currently tapping on oscar’s shoulder to bring him back. your boyfriend gave you a quick smile before turning back to his engineers, cheeks the faintest bit pink from being caught glancing at you, though you both loved it.

joyce's birthday bash! 😽

[pretty-little-kitty]

not much work getting done at work today 🥴

[care666bear]

[socgf]

thinking about sassy 18 year old matt dillon telling francis ford coppola “you know what, how about you spend a night in jail 😡😒” when francis suggested he do it to get into character

[jujuscrolled]

honeymoon!kento , fem!reader, suggestive content !! minors dni pls <3

A cruel icy chill licked its way up your spine coaxing a soft, sleepy groan from your tired body. You hand blindly tapped around you, trying to find the hem of your blanket so you could warm yourself up but before you could find it you felt the warmth of it enveloping your figure before an even warmer touch ran itself down from your arm to the dip of your waist.

You felt a soft blush kiss your cheeks as you thought about who would be touching you so gently.

Your husband Kento Nanami placed a soft kiss to your temple, smiling down at your sleepy figure next to him. Your face was squished against your pillow, hair tousled and a soft pink adorning your sleep puffed cheeks. Truly a work of art, he couldn’t help but think.

You felt him run his hand the curve of your hip before placing itself firmly on the soft plush of your thigh causing your leg to twitch involuntarily.

“You awake yet, darling?” He asked you softly, placing another kiss to your temple as you stirred. “Mmm,” you murmured in response, trying to find the energy to turn to face him but the newfound heat from both his touch and the fluffy blanket had you lulling in and out of consciousness. How desperately you wanted to take in your husband in all his morning glory - after all, it was the first night after your wedding. The events of last night flooding your memory causing your stomach to flutter with butterflies and yet another burning heat dancing its way across your cheeks. The image of his blissed out face, his hot touch and passionate kisses. You’d lost track of how long you devoted yourselves to each other - your soreness and exhaustion now making far more sense. You were wiped out.

And yet, the desire to see your devastatingly handsome husband overrode that exhaustion. Your eyes fluttered open, body aching as you looked up at Kento. He smiled down at you again causing your heart to ache with adoration. How lucky you felt to see him like this. Hair messy, cheeks pink, lips still red and swollen from your hot kisses and his own teeth gnawing at the soft flesh in an attempt to muffle his saccharine noises.

Your eyes trailed down to his neck, adorned with semi-permanent kisses and nail indentations. Trailing lower, your eyes widened at the scratches along his strong pectoral muscles. Your fingers gently traced the marks brows furrowing in concern. “D’ya run into a werewolf last night, my love?” You cooed, running your hand up towards his neck causing a rush of goosebumps to trail up to where your hand met his jugular.

“Mm, more like my gorgeous, insatiable wife.” He all but purred reaching up to cover your hand with his. You grinned bashfully up at him before whining and hiding your face in the pillows.

“Ah, don’t hide from me, beautiful.” he sighed, reaching over to place his hand on the back of your neck, coaxing you to look back up at him through your lashes. “There ya are.” heather murmured leaning down to place a soft kiss onto your lips.

“I made you some breakfast, dear. Do you want to eat in the kitchen or would you like me to bring you your plate?” Your lips parted in shock. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Kento to make you breakfast in bed, but for some reason you expected him to just call in room service or order in - you hadn’t even gotten groceries so he’d clearly been up much earlier than you expected.

“Ken, you didn’t have to do that!” You whined, fingers curling around his bicep. He only kissed your forehead before running his hand down from the back of your neck to your arm and then taking your hand that had previously been gripping his bicep and placing a kiss on your knuckles. “Can’t have my pretty little wife eating room service after such working so hard for me last night… What kinda husband would I be if I let that happen?” He all but scoffed, smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he watched you blush at the mention of last night.

“Ken,” you groaned shaking your head but not being able to resist the smile playing at your lips.

“Can we eat here?” You asked, not really wanting to leave the warmth of your bed quite yet. Though you didn’t really think you could if the ache in your legs was anything to consider.

“Breakfast in bed it is.” He nodded, squeezing your hand in his before standing.

You couldn’t help but ogle him as he stepped out. Shirtless and stunningly gorgeous under the golden rays of sunlight peeking into your bedroom as if also wanting to sneak even the tiniest of glimpses at your darling husband.

He came back quick enough with a wooden tray full of an array of delicious foods. Eggs, toast, both pancakes and waffles in case you couldn’t decide (he’d eat whichever you didn’t want), hash-browns and of course your favorite warm beverage accompanied by his usual plain black coffee. You couldn’t help but giggle at the mugs he had used, white and simple with big red cursive letters spelling out Mr. and Mrs. You remember giggling at Satoru’s proud face as you opened his engagement gift to you.

“Now ya don’t even need to tell people you’re married! Just bring these to work everyday! I’m the best aren’t I?” He had cackled, clapping his hands in a self-congratulatory manor. Kento had only rolled his eyes at him, telling him that the ring around your fingers would be more than enough but you knew he secretly loved the idea of the mugs.

Clearly.

“Looks delicious, Husband.” You murmured as he set the mugs down on the bedside table before taking a seat next to you on the bed. You had managed to sit up while he went to get the food, only struggling slightly with the soreness between your legs.

“Hope it’s as delicious as it looks, Wife.” He grinned, placing a gentle kiss to your lips before greedily placing three more; one the side of your mouth, your cheek and then a final one on your lips once more.

You had breakfast in relative silence, a comfortable one full of shy smiles and lingering stares. You understood what honeymoon phase meant now, it felt like everything - every touch, every glance, every word was dipped in honey. Your heart fluttered like it did when you first started dating - though you can’t really remember a time when it had ever stopped or wavered. With Kento in your life, it seemed like everything was rose colored and bright. You could guess due to your recent wedding the feelings had only been amplified. A new big step; a new milestone in your relationship. It only made you giddy for what was to come but at the same time, you wanted to bask in whatever this feeling was. After all, you had the rest of your life together.

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

Tw sui

NPD culture is seeing "if you're trans/disabled/etc you need to STAY ALIVE, absolutely DO NOT kill yourself, we need you here!!!" But being pretty sure they'd all make an exception for me

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[necrominn]

so very fond of you leviathan obey me

(praying i don't get doxxed because i made him a little fat pathetic loser)

don't mind the body inconsistencies some are from months ago

note: just to clarify, that's acne, not freckles

[souvenir116]

Charles being sassy for 39 seconds:

all vids are from Clara 🤍

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Hey so Wonu overstimulating you, and Mingyu watching because he wants to know why you're so loud, and he needs proof.

tw: dom!wonwoo, sub!reader (fem), voyeur!mingyu, male masturbation, use of sex toys, praise, squirting, overstimulation, possessiveness - minors dni.

You don't know if you want to crawl into a hole and disappear from the face of earth or devote a statue for your boyfriend's sake. Maybe you don't even have the necessary functional brain cells at the moment to actually decide.

All you know is that you want Wonwoo to throw away that damn magic wand and rearrange your guts in front of his hot best friend.

"I almost feel sorry for her, she hasn't stopped moaning ever since you started." Mingyu grunts as he watches your legs shake again, his own hand occupied on his thick cock.

"You were the one who wanted to know why she's so loud." Wonwoo refreshes his friend's memory and moves the wand closer to your entrance.

"Wish I was the reason she's so damn loud." Mingyu throws his head back on the chair, his fingers spreading his precum over his shaft.

"One more word about this and I'm kicking you out." The older man grits his teeth and presses the toy closer on your pussy.

"F-Fuck, Won- I'm gonna cum!" You cry out and squirt on the fabric of your panties, some of your juices dripping on your boyfriend's lap.

"Loud and messy." Mingyu hisses while rubbing the tip of his cock.

"And mine. Do not forget that, Gyu." Wonwoo looks directly at the other man, his free hand rubbing your inner thigh.

"W-Wonu-" You sob between moans, your hands holding his wrists in a futile attempt to stop him. "I c-can't take it anymore."

"Don't be like that, sweetheart." He presses a kiss on your cheek and lets his hand roam over your white now turned translucent panties, gathering some of your cum with his fingers. "I know your pussy can give me one more, hm? One more and I'll give you anything you want."

"P-Promise?"

"Anything for you, pretty girl."

You part your legs again and let him put the wand directly over your clit and he turns it on the max setting, keeping it there until your legs start shaking again.

The cotton barrier separating the toy from your clit adds on the pleasure, the fabric clinging on your pussy like second skin and showcasing every ridge and curve of it.

"God, I can see her clenching even with her panties on." Mingyu moans and speeds up his fist, bringing himself closer to his climax.

"Are you close, sweetheart? Are you gonna cum with pretty boy over there?" Wonwoo asks you with a sickeningly sweet voice and you nod furiously.

"Words, darling."

"Fuck, I'm cumming, Won, I'm gonna squirt!" You yell and arch your back off his chest, squirting harder this time, toes curling and nails digging on his thighs.

Your senses are overwhelmed from the intensity of your climax, completely missing the ropes of cum splattering on Mingyu's abdomen, adding white streaks on the golden of his skin.

Wonwoo lets out a low grunt of satisfaction when you rest on his body, nearly passing out from exhaustion. He turns off the toy, softly petting your hair.

He gently lifts you in his arms, trying his best to carry you to the bathroom for a thorough cleanup.

"Hey, what about me!?" Mingyu whines breathlessly.

"What about you?" Wonwoo asks nonchalantly.

"Don't I get a cleanup sesh?"

"You have legs that can carry you to the bathroom." The older man deadpans and Mingyu huffs dramatically, looking down on the mess he made all over his torso.

"Motherfucker."

[papayadays]

🧸 + denial. realization. obsession. + lando (maybe a little friends to lovers 🤭)

a/n: ohhh maddie i love your brain!! (oops i kinda went overboard for this)

you and lando had known each other for what felt like ages. the two of you had gone to the same country club when you were younger, both of you often following your parents. you instantly hit it off, becoming buddies as you wandered around the country club together.

since then, you and lando had become fast friends normally, staying close despite lando making it into formula 1. you still kept in touch as much as you could with countless facetimes, online games, and texts about each other’s day. you often couldn’t go to races, having been busy with work; however, when max and the rest of lando’s friends in quadrant decided they were going to go watch lando race, an invitation was extended to you.

you were hesitant at first, knowing the expensive lounges they were going to choose, but max said that he’d pay for it. (which meant that lando would pay for it, most likely) so now, you were getting out of the car, heading towards the track. you and ria were laughing about something when some teenage girls tapped you on the shoulder. “excuse me, are you lando’s girlfriend?”

your eyes widened with surprise, shaking your head. “no, i’m a close friend of his,” you answered. glancing up, you expected ria to be just as surprised as you were, but she gave you an amused smile.

“that was odd,” you commented to her, walking towards the mclaren garage.

“right, odd,” ria murmured, but it was almost a half-hearted agreement.

you were about to respond when you heard a voice behind you call your name. spinning around, you saw lando, who had a look of surprise on his face. “you’re here!” he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in a tight hug. lando nuzzled his face in your hair as he spoke. “i didn’t know you were coming, but i’m so glad you’re here.”

“glad to be here, lan,” you beamed. you both pulled back, maybe a bit reluctantly, and turned back to the rest of the group, who gave you the same amused glance ria had. but to add to that, the mechanics in the garage also shared a similar expression that you couldn’t decipher.

“this your girlfriend, norris?” one of the mechanics asked, chuckling. lando’s eyes changed into something veiled, something you couldn’t place. “you two make a good couple.”

“thanks, she’s one of my best friends,” lando responded, throwing an arm around your shoulder. you nodded, smiling at him, though something in your gut twisted at his words. best friends, that’s what you and lando were, so why weren’t you happy with that?

but. wait.

lando had said thanks to the compliment about being a good couple. and he hadn’t necessarily said you weren’t a couple. your mind was reeling with the implications, heart fluttering at the thought that maybe you liked him. what made it more suspenseful was that he quite possibly felt the same.

“hello? you good?” lando laughed, waving a hand in front of your face as you blinked. “spaced out, huh?”

you chuckled, though somewhat nervous, and tugged at his hand. the surprise and faint hope in his eyes wasn’t lost on you. “wanna go for a quick walk?” you suggested. “my brain’s a little busy.”

lando quickly nodded, hand on your waist as he guided you out into a quiet area in the paddock. with your newfound epiphany, you were paying attention to every single detail. had lando always put his hand on your back? when did he start? did his touch always make your heart flutter?

“are you okay?” lando asked softly, eyes seeming green in the sunlight.

“i’m fine,” you replied. “it’s just…” you trailed off, not brave enough to voice your hopes about something that could change your friendship.

“just what?” lando questioned, scrunching up his nose in confusion.

“everyone’s been asking me if i’m your girlfriend lately,” you started.

“is it bothering you? i could-”

“lando, no, it’s not that,” you said, cutting him off. “but i was thinking. if you’d ever thought it about. us dating, i mean.”

lando glanced at you, surprise in his expression as he took a step towards you. “i do think it about it,” he nodded. “every time i look at you.”

your jaw dropped at the revelation, and you mentally kicked yourself for being so stupid. he had had feelings for a while now? and you had still maintained that you were friends? “what if,” you started, “we could tell people that it was true?”

lando’s mouth curled up into a grin, arms wrapping around your waist. “is that what you want?”

instead of answering him verbally, you pulled him down, smiling as you kissed him.

[martyryo]

drew him too

guys I fear that life is getting weird and I'm not matching that weird