#but decided the whole thing needed shared

[xetlynn]

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Arcane Imagines- Vander Headcannons

X Piltover reader Headcannons

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When you were a young adult you wandered into the undercity after a fight with your ex boyfriend, finding Vander’s bar and going in since you didn’t have anywhere else to go at the time. Vander, Felicia and Silco were alone there. They stared at you at first so you turned around to leave but Vander welcomed you in. 

Felicia and Silco were weary of you at first. Vander seemed to click with you instantly. Even though you were from the uppercity you seemed to have been through a lot yourself. 

After that night you kept going to see Vander. Talking for hours on end. 

It took some time but you got close with Felicia and Silco as well. 

As you got closer with Vander though, feelings grew and you two were inseparable. You guys started dating 6 months after meeting. He wanted to wait since you had just gotten out of something rough before you met him. You understood and just enjoyed his presence in the beginning. 

A couple months later you decided to move to Zaun, it seemed idiotic to your family but it was more of a home than Piltover ever was to you. You lived with your boyfriend behind the Last Drop. 

When Felicia had Vi and Powder you and Vander were watching them whenever Felicia and her husband ever needed it. Creating a close bond with the two girls. 

You and Vander had a small wedding, the girls as your flower girls. Felicia, her husband, and Benzo were there and that was it. Silco didn’t show due to Vander and him getting into heated arguments deciding to go different ways. 

When the couple passed away Vander and you had taken the girls in, along with Claggor and Mylo after they were orphaned as well. 

You and Vander ran the bar together while also being full time parents. It was a lot of work but so worth it to the both of you. Loving those kids with your whole hearts. 

And when they pulled their stunt in the uppercity it devastated you. Especially because they felt like they had to do that to help Vander and you. 

You reprimanded the children as Vander spoke with Vi who was the head of the operation. You explained to them how that is not okay. And not to worry about adult things since Vander and you had it handled. 

When Vi went to turn herself in and Vander locked her up going to turn himself in, you pleaded with him not to. Not wanting to lose anyone in the situation. Begging that there has to be another way. You and him argued and you stayed home with the children. You went to the bathroom for not even five minutes to cry and when you came out the children were after their father figure. 

When you got there you were too late, the place engulfed in flames. Vi was taken by enforcers, locked up. Powder was gone and you found your husband’s body along with your two sons. 

You were devastated. You lost everything. You lost your lover/best friend. Your children. You found out that Benzo was even killed. When you found that you, you took Ekko in. 

It was hard in the beginning. But you built something amazing with Ekko. The Fireflies. 

<3 Time Skip <3

Finding out Powder was with Silco hurt you beyond belief. You couldn’t believe an old friend didn’t even have the decency that your daughter was alive. You hoped she was alive since you never found her body that night. But she’s not even Powder anymore. 

And when Vi came out of prison, Ekko bumped into her. Attacking her, not knowing if she was working for Silco as well. After that he brought her to see you. The both of you share a huge embrace. Both sobbing, clinging onto one another. 

As time passed and Jinx attacked the Piltover Council. Zaun went deeper into a bad state as Piltover got stricter with the people in the undercity. 

Jinx was wanted. People dyed their hair blue in honor of the girl who defied against the Uppercity. She was nowhere to be found though.

The tree sanctuary was running strong but the tree they depend on was getting sick. Ekko and Heimerdinger decided to figure it out with Jayce’s help. 

You went out some time after that and bumped into Vi along with some large guy. Vi’s hair was now black. The large guy, Loris, explained everything that happened. You were shocked that Vi tried to kill her own sister. You helped Loris with taking care of Vi. She was a mess. 

One day you went home from one of her fights with her and Jinx was in her room. You had to calm Vi down so the two of you could hear her out. 

When she said Vander was alive your heart sank into your stomach. You went with the girls, even meeting Isha. Isha loved you, making you carry her in the tunnels. 

When Vi and Jinx fought you just watched, knowing they needed it out of their systems. Isha went to stop Vi, ending up getting hit. You observed how caring Jinx was with the tiny one. 

Moments later though a beast attacked you and Vi. Jinx was pleading for you to not hurt him. He was Vander. 

Your eyes locked with his mid fight before he attacked you and he immediately stopped his movements. “[Name]?” He turned to Vi as well. “Violet.” He spoke. 

The two of you embracing him in a hug. Vi told Jinx to join and then you waved to Isha as well. Savoring every moment. 

[wuaxoi]

ꪆ୧ ( cherry flavored lipstick ) ft. 선우

𝒮ynopsis — sunoo never liked spin the bottle game, especially when everyone who played were drunk. but now, he had to change his mind after tasting your cherry lipstick.

𝒞lassmate! sunoo x 𝒞rush! reader ౨౿ uni au

fluff , idiots in love ⟡ ⌢ . kisses , they both tipsy lol

𝒩ow is playing! . . . just friends ( sunny )

the music was so loud it almost cause sunoo a headache and he was so close to just leave this stupid freshman party, but then he saw you. looking beautiful as always, you entered the crowded room smiling and waving to your friends. sunoo could've sworn you were glowing and if it was his another classmate he would never noticed them in that dark room full of drunk students.

if we're being completely honest, sunoo's crush on you started when he saw you in the coffee shop on campus. your pouty face looked just too adorable while you were thinking of what to do with your homework, so the only thing he could do is approach you to offer his help. he saw you at class a few times before that, so he was sure about the fact that you were smart and always nice to everyone. he also knew the professor wasn't one of the best and the class you shared together was the hardest one so far, so he felt guilty and wanted to help. but wanting to help a pretty girl is not a wrong thing to do, right?

it's been a few months since that day, you two were getting along well, sharing same interests and opinions, so you became friends pretty quickly. in your opinion, sunoo was super cute and funny, he would always offer his help or pay for you even though you told him that there's no need in that like hundred times. he was a good friend, supportive and kind, it was great having him around and you loved being friends with him.

the thing is, sunoo wasn't enjoying it. yeah, obviously you were a perfect friend, but it was that he liked you. not in a friendly way. and he hated the fact that you only see him as a friend. although he didn't do anything about it either.

"hello, earth to sunoo!" sunghoon waved his hand infront of his friend's face. sunoo blinked a few times, refocusing his gaze and attention on his friend. "too stunned?"

"what are you talking about?" sunoo rolled his eyes. sunghoon was his best friend, obviously he knew about that crush his friend had. sunoo didn't even need to tell him, he figured it out himself, not that it was hard.

"oh come on! as soon as y/n came inside the house you went silent and your jaw almost dropped to the floor," it was sunghoon's turn to roll his eyes as he crossed his hands on his chest, pointing at you. "go talk to her."

"what? no!"

"what's wrong with that? you're friends, right?"

"the talk you want me to have with her is not exactly friendship related.." sunoo took a sip from his cup. he wasn't sure what he was drinking, but it was tasty and has an alcohol in it, so it didn't matter. "Im not gonna confess at some stupid party!"

"you're an idiot."

he should've say no to that stupid idea, to sunghoon and his "ways to get a girl" thing, but when he heard you wanted to play… oh boy, he did change his mind so quickly, totally whipped.

"everybody knows how to play spin the bottle, right?" the guy with thick australian accent asked. sunoo wasn't sure, but this guy threw the whole party… was his name jake? whatever.

"hey sunoo, wanna sit with me?" you asked looking up from your phone. sunoo's eyes widened in surprise like you two weren't friends at all and why would you even talk to him? why was he acting like a loser? that was just too stupid, he was standing there, trying not to move like if he'd do something that'll make you change your mind.

"oh, um.. yeah!" sunoo nodded, sitting down on the floor with you. your shoulder touching his arm, the contact sending shivers through his whole body and he tried his best to not look at you every few seconds. clearing his throat, he decided to make a conversation with you to feel less nervous. "don't you think it's stupid though?"

"what?" you looked up, turning your phone off and placing it infront of you on the floor. your gaze turned to sunoo, searching his face, noticing his rosy cheeks and awkward smile. he looked cute as always, but something about him now, under that soft lightning, with pretty color of blush covering his face just did something to you. "no, I think it'll be fun… to be honest, I won't play that game sober, but this party is getting boring anyway."

"oh! you're right.." sunoo agreed, looking away from your intense gaze. he wasn't expecting you to stare at him so shamelessly, but he didn't mind. it probably didn't mean anything, right? you were a bit tipsy, so it's understandable that you acted a bit differently.

"y/n, it's your turn to spin!" you heard jake saying. you reached out to grab the bottle, looking around the room to pick yourself a partner to kiss, to hope that the bottle would stop pointing at them. sunghoon weren't that bad, he was attractive and… oh ningning! she was a great choice, you'd kiss her. and sunoo. you stopped at him. well, sunoo was your friend and it'll be nice to kiss a friend, not a stranger, you thought.

as you shook your head to get rid those thoughts on your mind, you placed the bottle on the floor, spinning it and waiting for it to stop. it was so quick you couldn't even get a chance to understand what just happened and when that bottle stopped and pointed at sunoo.

you turned your head almost immediately to look at his reaction and got to hold back a chuckle when you saw his face. all red like tomato, mouth opening and closing, but he can't speak, just like a fish without water. you knew sunoo would never act like that if he was completely sober, he'd be embarrassed because of that for the rest of his life, but he looked so adorable and funny at the same time. you smiled at him when he slowly turned his head, his gaze dropping to your lips.

tapping at your thigh, you felt impatient. the heat inside your body grew with intense quickness, you could feel it in your throat. you could feel your cheeks heating up so much almost like you've had a fever. "just kiss me, sunoo.. it's alright." you told him, reaching out to hold his hand gently, stroking it with your thumb to make him less nervous, to make him feel a bit more comfortable.

"o-okay.." sunoo swallowed hard, leaning closer to you. it was like in a slow motion… or he was just doing it so damn slow, you didn't know. you didn't care. all due nervousness, sunoo felt incredibly lucky at that moment. what a chance for him to get to kiss you because he decided to play spin the bottle? you of all people. he couldn't help but smile brightly right before his lips covered yours in a soft kiss, tasting your cherry lipstick. oh he was addicted to that taste from now on, your own unique flavor mixing with that sweet cherry one made his head spin, he almost felt dizzy.

as soon as sunoo's lips touched yours, your eyes closed, hand squeezed his a bit tighter. it was just a simple kiss, but somehow you felt so… cherished? treasured just by the way he kissed you, you could almost feel all emotions he was hiding inside through that kiss. you also felt him smiling.

it'll be nice to continue kissing him, but you had to let go. as you opened your eyes, you looked at sunoo, making an eye contact and smiling shyly at him. you never felt shy around him before, but now, after that kiss, you did. you chuckled, looking around the room. "heeseung, I think you're next to spin, yeah?"

the game continued after your words, everyone was still drinking, laughing and talking, but you and sunoo both felt different. the unspoken tension between you two was clear for every single person in the room except you. because you didn't want to ruin the friendship and sunoo didn't want to confess at some stupid party. and he wished he could taste that cherry lipstick again. and again and again until his lips are swollen and puffy and tastes the same as yours.

author note: this is super short and non proofread i jst wanted to post something about sunoo bc yk he's a cutie i love him <3 anyway hopefully yall enjoy, this is not cringe or whatever and also!! new theme for my works, what do we thinkkk

[eddiegettingshot]

Tbh I was radicalized this summer when you said we have progressed past the need for eddie therapy spec and fics. i havent read a single one since and probably wont again and my life has been so peaceful since… he literally does not need that. He just needs to feel secure and open with his feelings, needs to let people love him fully, and maybe some grief counselling/a support group to go to occasionally. If frank was going to help with that he would have in s3. (no offence to people who write/read therapy fics Im sure they are wonderful and profound and frank is actually good at his job in them)

helpppp good. thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about my beloathed therapy eddie because i think it’s so so so funny that after 8x06 the predictable response was that eddie needs to go to therapy. which i feel like there are soooo many things happening on both the character and the story level. like what’s funny is that frank really could not be a good therapist on screen because that’s not interesting tv. i’m not a therapist but i imagine that in fear-o-phobia he should have probably like. worked with eddie to decide on who he’d try to contact, figure out how the conversation might go, work on coping strategies, etc. but obviously eddie had to blow up. it’s funny because all of the other presumably “good” work frank does is completely off screen. because it’s uninteresting. so eddie wouldn’t have the kind of therapy arc people think he should have anyway, it’s quite literally just something people demand because they need a virtue signal that eddie is “trying” (and of course therapy is the only picture of “trying to heal”). the fact that he’s growing and dealing with stuff outside of therapy is like, not acceptable i guess? i think it’s also funny that as far as fic goes eddie is pretty much always in therapy but it is truly once in a blue moon that we see buck or really any other character talk about therapy.

anyway on the character level. obviously people who relate to eddie’s experience might find therapy really useful but i am not talking about real people i’m talking about a character who is fake. something that is very funny and interesting to me is that in the fear-o-phobia scene eddie is pretty much being resistant and mean and a bitch the whole time but when frank says “you can’t put all your feelings in a box eddie because someday it’ll blow up” and eddie literally already knows what’s going on (“…and take me with it”). actually eddie pretty much always knows what’s going on when he’s having issues it’s just he packs it all down. so seeing a character like this do the internal pathologized work of therapy with just. A Therapist. is… soooo boring to me. it’s funny because i do think frank was right. like in the end i think it’s sort of indicated that eddie is not only feeling this survivor’s guilt/pointlessness but that he also fears he’s going to end up like all the other people who share his pain. so he does need that sort of external pathway to dealing with his issues, like… exactly what you said… leaning on the people in his life… loving them and letting them love him… perhaps a support group or volunteering or whatever… in terms of an actual story these things are soooo much cooler and more fun than what therapy stuff can offer eddie specifically (like… strategies? identifying various cognitive distortions? idk). because he’s already a character who’s always in his head… it’s so much better. To Me. to see him work through things in other ways. such as by talking to a gay priest.

[silverynight]

The roommate

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Part XXVI

"What's your ideal date, Izuku?"

Perhaps it's just an innocent question, but Izuku is so tense because of the mission, he immediately has a bad feeling about the whole situation. Besides, even though he's usually friendly towards anyone, the way Toga is grabbing his arm is making him want to put some distance between them as soon as possible.

"Uhh... it used to be going to the park or maybe a fair and share a crepe with the person I like–"

"Are you hungry, Izuku? Do you want a crepe?" Toga asks, blushing even more.

"No, thanks... I actually have to go."

"Why?" Kana cuts in, the moment she notices that Toga looks disappointed. For the most part, she left them alone; she seemed happier walking right behind the two and not engaging in their conversation at all.

"My boyfriends are waiting for me," Izuku blurts out, not knowing if it's the right thing to do at the moment. He knows he should be trying to pretend things aren't going that great in his relationship, but right now there's nothing he wants more than to see them again.

The grip Toga has around his arm tightens and it becomes slightly painful.

"You're hurting me," he points out and Toga squeezes him even tighter against her before she lets him go.

Izuku doesn't like Toga at all. She makes him feel uncomfortable and nervous.

"They'll eventually hurt you," Toga narrows her eyes. "They don't deserve you."

Izuku starts wondering if Toga is one of those people who started sympathizing with the heroes' haters after Kana was released and shared the villain's ideals with the world or if she was always like that due to personal experiences.

"They love me and they try their best," Izuku argues; the need to defend them is stronger than anything else. "I can't ask for more. Besides, I make mistakes too. Nobody is perfect."

"Pro heroes certainly aren't," Toga huffs, getting more irritated with Izuku's response. "But people seem to think they are."

"Some of them do," he agrees. "But not all of them. It's truly a mistake to idealize people, not only pro heroes. They are human too and although they shouldn't get away with crimes just because of their position, we shouldn't judge them too hard when they make harmless mistakes."

Toga shakes her head, but doesn't argue with Izuku because she doesn't have anything to say to that.

"I don't trust pro heroes and you shouldn't either."

"I trust Kacchan and Shoto."

She hisses and Kana doesn't look happy either, but Izuku stays calm, mostly because there's a lot of people around. Although he shouldn't feel like this; they're just two girls with strong opinions.

"I must go. It was a pleasure to meet you," Izuku tells Toga, before waving at Kana.

It looks like Kana wants to say something else, but Toga stops her; Izuku has never been that relieved to leave a shopping center before.

As he walks away and into a street nearby, he finally has the time to read Hagakure's texts; she apparently didn't like Toga at all and decided to ask Yaoyorozu to find out more about her.

"Izuku."

He hears Shoto's voice and he definitely bumps into a broad chest and a hero suit that looks exactly like his, but as soon as Izuku looks up and stares into familiar mismatched eyes he is completely sure this is not his Shoto.

He knows Hagakure is still following him because it's part of the deal, but he wonders that now that she's seen his "boyfriend" she would go back to the agency immediately.

"Hi," he mumbles nervously before he takes his phone to text her quickly, but a pair of hands snatch it off his as they also take Izuku's groceries.

"Let me help you with that."

"You know what?" Izuku smiles, trying to look as calm as possible. "I forgot something, I need to go back to the mall."

"I know you're really smart, Izuku and I'm sure you know this is not your stupid boyfriend. But you'll have to come with me–"

"Hagakure!" He screams. "This is not Shoto!"

The villain makes such a disgusted expression that looks so foreign on Shoto's features that it makes Izuku to instinctively take a couple of steps back. He's ready to run.

"There's a pro hero here?" The fake Shoto hisses. "I should've known!"

Then he takes a knife out and Izuku has the sudden feeling (maybe because of his nightmares or the way Toga approached him earlier) that he has finally solved a complex puzzle.

"Toga?"

"I told you to call me Himiko!" She hisses again with Shoto's face before stabbing him.

Izuku screams in pain.

"What are you doing? You told me you weren't going to hurt him!" Is that Kana's voice? She doesn't sound happy anymore.

"I won't kill him. He just needs to learn a lesson!"

Izuku wishes she stopped using his boyfriend's face and voice because it hurts to see Shoto trying to harm him, even though Izuku knows it's not the real one.

Then, she removes the knife, which is even more painful; he knows it'll also make him bleed profusely. Then, something collides with Toga, and she begins to turn back into her original form.

A blond, naked, but wild young woman willing to do anything for what she wants.

Although Izuku is not sure what she wants at the moment, the only thing he knows is that he's bleeding, feels dizzy and his knees can't support him anymore.

He falls to the ground as he realizes Hagakure is the one fighting Toga.

There are a couple of people in that area now and some of them are calling an ambulance and others the police and asking to be transferred to a hero agency.

A couple of them are taking videos of what's going on. At least they have Toga's transformation on their phones now.

Everything's confusing.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know she was going to hurt you!" Kana is at his side now, although Izuku can't be that sure; his vision has become blurry out of the sudden.

He's going to pass out.

"She's confused, but she means well..."

There's a scream, but this time it comes from Toga.

"What did you do? You blinded me!"

Izuku nerd's heart would have loved to see how Hagakure managed to do that with her quirk; he has seen her on YouTube videos a couple of times... does she reflect light to the point–

His vision turns completely black for a second.

Maybe it's not the time for hero combat analysis.

"Die!"

The familiar, absolutely rude yell comforts Izuku immediately and even the explosion that follows it.

"Izuku, love, are you alright?"

For a second, he flinches at the sight of Shoto, but one look tells him this is his boyfriend, the real one.

"It's alright, Izuku. It's me, please..."

He feels safe now, despite the pain and the amount of blood that's coming from his open wound; Izuku had been trying to stop it with his hands, but he's too weak to put pressure on it.

His vision is turning black again.

"Izuku, don't close your eyes," Shoto pleads, desperate, worried; Izuku is almost sure he's about to cry. "Stay with me. The paramedics are here–Izuku!"

"IZUKU!"

His Katsuki is getting closer now, but he can't stay awake anymore.

At least he's with them again.

***

He wakes up a couple of times; the first one he's inside an ambulance and the paramedic is asking a few questions to Katsuki.

"Izuku?"

His eyes can't stay open for too long.

The next time he's on a bed, in a room that smells too clean and covered on light blue sheets.

"Are you alright, baby?"

Izuku beams as he looks up at Katsuki; he's being extremely soft and gentle with him because he's worried. He also looks tired and like he's about to break.

"Love?"

Shoto is there too, which makes Izuku feel better immediately; he's still dizzy, but there's no pain now, although Izuku suspects they gave him a couple of painkillers for that.

Suddenly, his boyfriends take his hands and lean closer to him.

"I'm glad you're here," he manages to say.

"Don't you dare scare us like that again!" Katsuki huffs, trying to hide his own concern, but he intertwines his fingers with Izuku's. His eyes are red; he must've been crying. Shoto doesn't look any better.

"I was scared." The man with mismatched eyes admits.

"It's okay," Izuku smiles, pulling them closer (one at a time) to give them both a kiss on the forehead. "I'm here."

***

You can read Part XXVII, Part XXVIII and Part XXIX on my patreon already.

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[dissectingthecosmos]

Paganism and the perpetual victim complex.

Okay, due to even more nonsense on my feeds I've decided to share my thoughts on this whole... Christianity being a white supremacist religion nonsense. And the general hostility towards Islam and Christianity.

I understand that it's most likely coming from a group of people who are American, white and most likely some form of polytheist, maybe even one of those who believe in the daughters of witches you couldn't burn bullshit.

If you genuinely believe this, or believe Islam to be a cult, or a harmful religion. I want you all to read the following sentence and internalise it.

Your terrible experience with a version of a religion is not universal, it does not apply to everyone, you can not apply your criticism to the entire religion.

And listen, I understand the want to, I was raised in a cult like fanatic family, and to this day I am uncomfortable with the prayer rituals. But that doesn't mean that I get to apply that discomfort to everything related to the religion.

Instead of having actual criticism towards the harm that capitalism of religions, and erasure of historical artefacts due to making religion a political tool, all I see is the same whining circulating all over the spiritual niches of social media. And then I turn on the news and see people I know thanking Allah that they survived the carpet bombings.

Point is. Your personal discomfort is valid, so long as you recognise that it is a personal thing. And there may be plenty who have similar ones due to once again, religion becoming a tool of governments and institutions to gain power, but that does not give you or anyone else the right to spew nonsense and be crude to occultists who are Muslim or Christian, and it does not give you the right to lie about or slander religions.

And if you genuinely believe that Isa ibn Mariam, who stood on the side of the ones cast out from society, should in any way be associated with the capitalist hellscape that many sects of Christianity and Islam have become. Then you need to pick up a history book that doesn't whitewash everything it touches.

And one more thing. Any attempts to argue with me will be ignored, I am not in the mood for that today, especially not with people who can not differentiate between religion and politics.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Assorted Eddie Coming to the Hendersons for Thanksgiving Thoughts

A/N: It's been a while since I wrote about these two. I've missed them. If you guys want to see more, my inbox is always open. Also we're setting this sometime post series where everything is fine, don't worry about it.

Okay, so first things first, holidays are always a bit tricky for Lucy and her family

In my version of things, her and Dustin's father died and in order to be close to her family that's what prompted Claudia to move them to Hawkins

The Hendersons are their dad's family so while they're still considered family, it can be hard because the absence of her father is felt by everyone

But they always put out a nice spread and they have *thoughts* about Lucy bringing Eddie with her to Thanksgiving

Eddie is absolutely sweating bullets the entire ride there

He's never done the whole meeting the parents thing, let alone meeting the whole family

Yes, Claudia accepted him almost immidiately, but he knows for a fact Lucy's grandparents (on Claudia's side) don't like him and now he's going to be facing down aunts and uncles and cousins and another set of grandparents

Lucy is nothing be reassuring the entire time, but it does little to help his nerves since Lucy has a habit of assuming everyone is like her and willing to give him the benefit of the doubt (they're not)

It is very easy for him to get overwhelmed upon arrival; the Henderson are loud and there are a lot of them

Lucy did her best to give him the run down, but frankly there are only so many names he can be expected to memorize

He decides to hide himself away in the kitchen for a while since 1) that's there Lucy is helping all her grandma, aunts and female cousins cook, 2) he cannot even pretend to know anything about football and 3) that is where the food is

This actually works to his benefit since he's quickly put to work chopping and the fact he's willing to help without grumbling endears him

I'm convinced Eddie can be an absolute hit with grandmas when given the chance; Wayne taught him at least some manners, he's very adaptable to an audience, and he eats enthusiastically

Honestly Eddie can turn on the charm if he wants to and he is laying it on thick to the point some of Lucy's female cousins might be curling their hair a bit

However, he can't stay in there forever, and eventually he has to face the male cousins and uncles

(Yes there is a clear division of labor based on gender norms, this is the midwest in the 80s/early 90s)

Dustin is one of the youngest of the whole family and he's used that position to try to hype up the younger cousins about Eddie so they're more inclined to think he's cool

He pulls Eddie outside and while neither of them know what they're doing in terms of sports; Eddie is absolutely willing to play with the younger kids which prompts some of them to question how he's Lucy's boyfriend of all people

The older cousins are a bit more catious; Lucy lands in the middle in terms of age so they're all not sold on the guy with long hair and tatoos

Uncles are also divided as they feel the need to put on the dad routine since Lucy's father isn't there to do the job

I think what might start to win them over is hearing that Eddie does know cars and has a job to fall back on besides "rockstar"

Eddie also doesn't do the macho man thing and does not hide how much he cares about Lucy, and Dustin too

The only thing that would get tongues clucking if is Lucy and Eddie shared a room since they live together

Claudia would do her best to smooth things over, but while the Henderson's aren't necessarily religous there are certain, let's just say expectations

Overall though, Eddie is able to survive relatively unscathed with at least a sense that he'll be welcomed back next year

[ladytemeraire]

#I'm 32. if there was a time when I could be ''just a girl'' it is long gone. #(if not more - if there's one thing being ugly will do it's get you kicked out from the warm embrace of girlhood early) #but I will say that one thing all the girlhood discourse misses is how incredibly good NOT being a girl feels. #not just professionally but personally too. #I am an adult woman. I speak to and cultivate relationships with other adults. I go into the world knowing that I have power #to affect others; to shape the places I'm in and what others experience in those spaces. #.....that old post about how chivalry means ''having a horse'' and accepting the corresponding responsibility not to trample people #that's what I think of. adulthood is like chivalry. #as a woman you have a horse. and while it can be annoying to keep it fed and watered and not trampling people #to give away your horse and go back to being a girl? no. never.

Hey hi apologies but I wanted these tags preserved because they hit me directly in my soul

[kindnessoverperfection]

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)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 210

The battle had been long. Long and destructive, power rolling from both combatants as they launched at each other and tore through armor and flesh alike. 

Islands fell from the skies with every clash, swaths of utter annihilation following as they fought long after their armies had finished. Wings swept great gales of wind that shadows raced to block, fire meeting fire and claws meeting blade as two beasts brawled. 

Finess was no longer a thing needed- this was all about who could last longer now. One who fought for itself, for its legacy of tyranny, and another who fought together, as one. 

The battle was long, no one quite sure how long but enough to be called as such. It could have been hours, it could have been days, it could have even been centuries in this mauling of what was and what could be.  

And finally, the One-That-Was-Many rose victorious over the king before it, dead once more at its talons, wings spread to usher in a new era for the realms. 

Or at least, that was how the tale went, according to Marvel. Even he wasn’t sure what parts of it were true or simply legend, but it was an interesting story all the same. It kept the kids entertained at least, and caught the others attention so there was that.

[angelnumber27]

violently forcing myself to have better days

[starfacedstudio]

ID: Two versions of an 8-point turnaround of a Hebridean sheep character with a humanoid face. Her fur is an ashen gray, and her limbs, face, and four long horns are dark brown. The grooves in her horns, as well as the tips of her hooves, are golden in color. The first turnaround is in full color, and the second version is colorless and has ruler lines to measure various parts of the character. End ID.

ID: A layout of character exploration drawings for the sheep character in the previous turnaround, including three illustrations in various styles of slightly different sheep as well as sketches of facial shapes and general silhouettes. The three larger illustrations are labeled A, B,and C.

Some exploration of an important character in 'Glas', a visual development project I created at the beginning of 2024 after being assigned to create a project adapting a fairytale. It only felt fitting to start my development with her!

The story is (somewhat loosely) based on 'The Sharp Grey Sheep,' often called a Scottish version of Cinderella!

[omarfor-orchestra]

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[theyarebothgunshot]

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[roboyomo]

BAD NEWS BAD NEWS PROMETHEUS IS NOW THE ONE HAUNTING MY THOUGHTS NOT KENIX ANYMORE

[doecrossing]

just sat through the most horrible, awkward, tense dinner I've ever experienced in my whole life

[teeayohess]

i love hopping from wip to wip like a deranged little gremlin*

*person with adhd