#maybe narcissistic

[sandinthepipes]

i don't doubt that music is hard to make. But how come there's the indie guy who writes and plays 25 instrument on his own and makes heart wrenching poetry, and it takes like 17 people just for the lyrics of a pop song that is three lines repeated in a loop about, idk, how you get wasted at a party

[littleoddwriter]

this is exactly why it's so important to educate. this is why we "police" language and tell you what words to use instead. because this is how you actively perpetuate stigmas and demonise a whole group of people. and this is how it keeps spreading because within three days this first comment has received 25 likes, which may not seem like much now, but those 25 people spread this "knowledge" to 25 other people and so on and so forth.

again: narcissists are people with narcissistic personality disorder. a cluster B PD that is usually developed through abuse trauma (and genetic predispositon). gaslighting is a term used for the act of knowingly making somebody doubt themselves and their sanity (how they perceive events, their memories, etc.). being self-absorbed and not taking responsibility for certain behaviours is something every person is capable of. it's not "narcissistic abuse". it's emotional abuse. every person is capable of it.

stop calling everybody a narcissist because they've done something like this. it's not right. it's just another term y'all picked up on the internet without ever doing research about what it means or where it really comes from. and of course it's just another way for y'all to demonise people and stigmatise mental disorders you think make somebody abusive and unworthy of being part of disability and mental health activism...

[r0ttenb0gb0dy]

i haven't shut up about the new album yet

i intend on getting this (drawn by me) tattooed on my flesh prison somewhere... thinking my right hip bc i have some space there . this song makes me feel like someone else in the void recognizes me and sees me and lnows what it feels like to feel so entirely insane in your own bones .

(song is damaged goods by @narcissistcookbook please go listen to myth if you haven't yet!!k

[potato-lord-but-not]

I hath been made aware (by them showing up in my notes) that @potato-lord-archive is now a blog that exists !! archiving art posts from February of last year !!!!! godspeed brother

[blue-thief]

im the biggest kiis shipper out there but cmon. isagi wouldn't cry if he found out about kaiser's backstory 😭😭

if anything he'd just be like "ohh. oh shit i accidentally took things too far didn't i 💀"

[narcissus-son]

“If you have no empathy, then how do you show you care about other people?”

Having empathy ≠ caring about people. Someone can have all the empathy in the world, but be a horrible person (who may or may not use said empathy to their advantage).

People with Cluster B disorders have a complicated relationship with empathy. NPD (and also ASPD) have little or none of it. And that is perfectly okay! It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, it just means you are not able to feel what other people are feeling.

Empathy is being able to feel what other people are feeling. If someone tells you, “My mother passed away,” and you are able to feel their grief, their pain, through their perspective—that is empathy. It’s different from sympathy, which is acknowledging someone’s emotions.

So, if pwNPD have little/no empathy, then how would they show someone they care about them in a tough time?

Naturally, they might struggle with comforting their person. But they may ask, “Is there anything I can do to help you?” or, “Do you need to be alone?”

If they are familiar with this person, they might offer them their favorite things, scents, or even a massage/physical contact.

It is a very action-based type of comfort. Words and emotions are not a strong suit for pwNPD, so actions are a way for us to express care and concern without having to force ourselves to do things that we do not enjoy (Like with any other Cluster B disorder, masking can be exhausting, it is important for us not to strain ourselves when comforting people).

I have had to comfort people a couple of times, and I have had to fake empathy. When I see others cry, my first reaction is to walk away from the situation, or simply ignore them. Strong emotions have always made me uncomfortable. When it comes to actually having to comfort another person, I am actually pretty bad at it. I never know what to do, and most of the time, I don’t really care. But I usually place a hand on their back and ask them if they need something.

However, when it comes to someone I really do care about (like an EP), I ask if they want to talk about it, and if there’s anything I can do to help. It might be hard for me to understand them, of course, but I try my best because I do really care for that person.

The experience of comforting someone can be different for all pwNPD, but in the end, since we struggle with empathy, our ways of comforting people and showing them we care is different than the average person’s.

[the-mechanisms-system]

eternal NPD paradox of "I wanna be the cool edgy loner" vs "if I actually do that there will be no one around to witness it and be intrigued by my mystery therefore defeating the purpose"

how am I supposed to thrive in these conditions. I should get to have both. as a treat.

[npdvelvette]

normal people would be offended by others copying them but my narcissistic ass takes it as supply. you wanna be me soooo bad. are you jealous? do you obsess about me?

[elise-the-potato]

I see so many mischaracterisations of OJ like he's not "the caring one" all his prideful ass cares about is money 😭

[mikeru6]

your blog is still all i know about lotf but jack seems so cluster b core can we take him in as one of our own

NPD jack real⁉️

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Anytime someone says the words “narcissistic abuse” im immediately not gonna listen to anything they have to say

[imnotherelmao]

plushie dreadfuls are kinda fun but i don’t like their npd one a whole lot :/ not super egregious but not my favourite especially since the floppy eared ones are a lot cuter

so i decided to redesign it as one of the lop eared plushes to see how that would come out! and added some little changes of my own

original:

[itzmaztercom]

Me when i look at the mirror cause i'm just too fucking hot and pretty

If I were someone else I would honestly fuck myself,like i would date myself (before anyone open their mouth it better to have confidence that be insecure like excuse me bitch ya jealous cuz i'm hot and ik,like ain't gonna stop my confidence talk cuz i'm too full of myself grr

[rmelster]

*getting sick sounds*

[notadamnmermaid]

Baked Alaska

Eddie Diaz likes to think he’s a good friend, when he wasn’t actively sabotaging his own life. He gets along decently with Chimney; plays cards with Hen and Karen at their standing ‘parents of teenagers’ meet ups; has a regular pool game with Bosko whenever their schedules lined up; and he enjoys pick-up basketball game days with Tommy. All of this to say, he is a pretty good guy to most people.

But here’s the thing about Eddie: he might like to think he’s a good friend, but he knows without a question that he is Buck’s best friend. So when Buck shows up at his doorstop, forlorn and scowling with a six pack of beer, of course Eddie is going to help him get over his breakup. He turns the music back up and dances, and he urges Buck up to join him. They dance and they drink and they laugh until Buck looks less like he’s going to break down.

Later that week, he helps Buck pack up the few things of Tommy’s that are left around the loft. Maddie and Chim have just dropped off Jee-Yun, so Eddie picks up the bag. He knows that Tommy should be at his station today, so he can drop it off before heading back to Buck’s baking frenzy.

“I mean yeah, Evan’s hot, but he was also, like, really just not my type.” Eddie’s ears prick up at the sound of Tommy’s voice. He’s just walked into Harbor station. He moves silently up the stairs to see Tommy holding court, his back to Eddie. Donato is there, along with Hicks and Gomez, listening to Tommy with a barely perceptible sneer that turns to malicious glee as she sees Eddie stalking up with a finger to his lips.

“But I hooked up with someone at this nightclub in WeHo last month who’s way more my speed,” Tommy continues on obliviously. “An absolute hottie and I can have a fully coherent conversation without him going off on, like, fifteen different tangents. And just the tightest little ass, like my god—“

Eddie thinks he blacked out for a few seconds, because two weeks ago, Buck and Tommy were still dating. But a month ago, Tommy did what?

What?

Here’s the thing about Eddie Diaz: he likes most people well enough, but he loves Evan Buckley, and Eddie will be damned before he lets a raggedy bitch like Tommy get away with hurting him, even retroactively.

“What the FUCK are you talking about, Kinnard?” Eddie’s emphatic voice from directly behind him prompts a jump spin from Tommy. Eddie watches his face pale with hard eyes and his jaw set. From the corner of his eye, he sees Donato take out her phone.

“Ed-Eddie,” Tommy stutters out, eyes darting across his face nervously. “What are you doing here?”

Eddie tosses the bag to the floor at his feet. “Well, I was trying to be kind to my best friend since his ex broke up with him a few days ago; I didn’t think it’d be a good idea for Buck to have to go through some bullshit handoff, when I— being his best friend and your friend— could just bring it over peacefully.

“But back to you: what the fuck did you just say? Did I just hear your bitch ass admit to cheating on my best friend? Was that what I just heard?” Eddie prowls up to the older man and pokes him hard in the chest. Tommy looks like curdled milk as he tries to back away.

“Eddie, listen, please—“

“Oh fuck that, puto,” Eddie snarls, balling his fist up into Tommy’s collar and dragging him down to eye level. “Buck is one of the best men I know, you fuckwit piece of shit coward. What, you didn’t want to tell him the truth, so you broke up with him? Said he would break your heart eventually? What a fucking joke; Buck is the kindest, sexiest, coolest person I know. You don’t deserve to have that type of goodness in your life. And he doesn’t deserve a prick like you taking advantage of him.”

Abruptly, he releases Tommy with a hard shove, completely disgusted by even the idea of being around the other man any longer. He turns and walks off, kicking the bag lightly out of the way.

“There’s all your stuff,” he calls over his shoulder, “now you can lose Buck’s number, and lose mine too for that matter.” He stops for a moment, cocks his head, and looks over his shoulder with a mean little smile.

“But thanks for getting him those Lakers tickets; I’ll make sure he has a real good time.”

When he walks back in to Buck’s apartment, strong hands push him up against the door. Eddie has half a breath to take in the fevered look in blue eyes before those same strong hands cradle his face for a kiss. His own hands move automatically, clutching at broad shoulders and fisting in curly blond hair. A moan rumbles through his chest.

They eventually part, air still being a necessity, foreheads touching. “Lucy sent me a video,” Buck murmurs, eyes wide and smiling broadly. “I’m the sexiest person you know?”

Eddie huffs out a laugh. “And the kindest, coolest, funniest, sweetest, most irritatingly beautiful man I know. Mi sol,” he declares, “Mi amor. Te amo. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.”

They’re both smiling, tears glinting in their eyes, as they move together for another kiss, and then another, and then another. They part reluctantly as Jee-Yun starts calling for attention from the living room. Fingers laced together and sides bumping playfully, they make their way over to her.

After all, there will be time for more later.

[courttwoknee]

Louis is such a great antagonist. He does not sugar coat anything. He will tell you his plans with no regards to the people listening in. He’s smart and does not fall so easily into the protagonist plans like some might. He’s just a really well written character.