#php fail

[defmaybe]

Lessons in PHP

12 Days of Christmas: Day 4, December 28th, 2024

Girl’s Generation/SNSD’s Kim Taeyeon x Male Reader

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The clicking sounds of keyboards ring through the room. Students are doing their in-class assignments, while you’re struggling to solve the first problem on the sheet. How the fuck can your friends do this?

Fuck, this is hard. Your code repairs seem fruitless against the errors, so you raise your hand, hoping that one of the TAs will help you.

You look around, seeking for help, until you meet one of your TAs’ eyes.

Kim Taeyeon.

Fuck.

No, you’re not scared or intimidated by her, you’re just always perplexed by her otherworldly features. There are her sharp eyes, her perfectly sculpted nose, and that jawline that makes you almost drool. Every time she helps you with your code, you’re just unable to focus on the material because of the intoxicating perfume she wears. It’s as if she knows that it’s your weak point.

Taeyeon walks towards you with purpose, every step is confident. Her short skirt and tie sways with the movement. She looks straight at you, expressionless, until she reaches your desk.

“So.” Taeyeon starts the troubleshooting session. “What do we have here?”

“I–I can’t add the new values into the table, M–Miss Kim.”

She nods. “Okay, can you show it for me?”

You let the code work on itself, before typing your information into the boxes, press submit, and–

“Voila,” you mutter quietly. It doesn’t work. She seems to be amused by your attempt at cracking a joke.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

Despite her efforts, her attempts are also proven fruitless. The code just doesn’t seem to work how hard she tries, and you can feel that it’s starting to get on her nerves.

“I can just ask an AI for this, Miss Kim.”

She shoots you a surprised look. “AI? Yah! You won’t learn that way! Just–meet me after the class, alright? I’ll help you.”

“O–Okay, Miss Kim.” You’ll be late for lunch again.

—

The students are starting to leave the seats one by one, having finished their in-class assignment early. Then, there’s you, trying to fix your damn code, trying to learn. Still, it just won’t budge.

“Fuck.”

Finally, the bell rings. You pick up your laptop and walk towards Taeyeon, hoping to find some relief in her. She nods at you. 

“I’ll be there,” she says. She’s still helping Haewon with her code.

—

Taeyeon starts her debugging session. It’s particularly hard on PHP, because it won’t tell you where the mistake is. Fucking PHP.

As time goes by, you’re surprised that Taeyeon doesn’t seem to become stressed with the failed attempts. Hell, she even seems to be happier and happier, humming as she debugs the code! What is going on?

“You know, I think this is a delightful session–” she moves closer towards you. Her right arm touches yours, hands still on your keyboard “–we’re having.”

Her perfume fills your nostrils. It pervades your space violently. You’re starting to get hypnotized by it. Fuck, she smells good.

She moves in a little closer. Her hips press into yours. You can feel her body heat against your side. She types in a few letters. You hope it can finally make your code run. She reloads the page, dragging her fingers along your keyboard lazily before submitting the credentials.

“Whoops, seems like it doesn’t work~” says Taeyeon. There’s something in her voice, but back to your laptop first. Why won’t it work, and why does she sound so–

“Looks like we’re missing a few more things here.” She scoots her chair closer to you. It’s so uncomfortable, yet you don’t want to move away from her.

You’re revelling in this.

You watch as she types more letters into your screen—enter, shift, echo. She does it so elegantly, contradicting what every computer job is supposed to be.

She reloads the page again, typing in the information languidly. It’s as if she doesn’t want this to end.

It still doesn’t show up.

She shrugs, sighing at the disappointment on your screen. “Guess I’ll try again,” she says with a small smile.

You are starting to get restless. Her perfume is still invading your nostrils like crazy. You want to go to lunch so fucking bad, but you also don’t want to leave this smell of sensuality circling around her.

“Miss Kim, I–It’s fine, I’ll just–”

“No,” she commands, her voice stern. You jump slightly as she says that. “I won’t let my student go out of this room learning nothing.”

She presses into you even more. It’s starting to hurt now, yet you don’t have any intent to walk away from her, not when she smells so fucking good like this.

You hear a soft giggle from her. Is she enjoying the way she’s getting this close to you like this?

You scoot away from her a little, giving you and her some much-needed space. You can hear her sigh. Is it out of disappointment?

“Are you okay, M–Miss Kim?” you just have to ask. Can’t let your TA be uncomfortable after all.

She giggles. “Oh, I’m fine~ and please drop that name, mister,” she says with sultry. Her fingers draw an invisible line over your arm, hovering over it. Still, it makes you shiver.

“I like something more–” her hands are hovering on your shoulder now, and she’s pulling you in closer and closer, as if you’re magnetized “–intimate.”

Your breathing becomes shaky. Your hands tremble. Her scent becomes stronger and stronger as seconds go by. You’re lost in her.

“Wh–What’s more i–intimate, Miss Kim.”

She giggles, leaning in closer. Her breath touches your ear softly, and she whispers, “Call me mommy.”

You swallow hard. Being dominated by your TA isn’t exactly what you’ve been expecting today.

Her hands start to grope your pliant body. You respond to her touch strongly, sucking a sudden. She drags her hands down the front and back simultaneously, fully capturing you in her cage.

“Look at you, so–willing,” she says, letting out a giggle after. She reaches for your belt now, and she slowly unbuckles it adeptly. It comes off so easily, leaving you bare, unguarded. She then unbuttons your trousers. The edge of your boxers comes into view.

“Mommy will take your pants off, alright?” asks Taeyeon. You can only gulp and nod.

She pulls your zipper down gently, slowly revealing the tent under your boxers. Her eyes gleam, letting out a giggle.

“Ooh~ so excited for mommy, huh?”

You say nothing but a whimper. Your body quivers in unbridled anxiety, apprehensive of disappointing her. The tension is high. Taeyeon starts to grope your erection through the boxers, making your body quiver in pleasure.

She then climbs onto your lap, and your breath hitches. Your crotch makes contact with the wet spot on her panties. You can feel it. She’s wet.

She smiles and starts to grind her wetness on your crotch. She lets out a hum, clearly satisfied with her student’s reaction. You’re desperate for the friction she’s giving you. Your breathing quickens. You’re struggling to contain a moan any longer. It’s sickly sweet.

Taeyeon rests her arms on your shoulders, pulling you closer into her embrace. You’re completely captured by her—her face, her smell, all of her, and you’re revelling in the way she’s doing it.

“Y–You smell so good, mommy,” you utter, enraptured within her pungent aroma. Your mouth opens slightly, hoping to lean in for a kiss.

She chuckles. “That’s J’adore for you, baby.”

Taeyeon then parts her lips, just slightly. She leans in until her hot breath touches yours. It mingles in the air between you two, thickening with desire.

At the first touch of your lips, you feel shockwaves coursing through you. Her tongue touches yours, and you get to feel the soft flesh inside her mouth. You get a hint of strawberries remaining on her lips. Maybe she was in a rush this morning.

As you clash into each other, her tongue starts to invade your mouth recklessly, as if she’s trying to take as much of you as possible. She lets out one sweet hum after another. Her hands are still gripping onto the back of your neck. Wet sounds of the kiss ring through your ear. The sensation on your crotch remains. She’s grinding against you adeptly. She’s good at this.

The kiss deepens. Her taste of strawberries becomes too intense for you to handle, but she won’t let you go. Her hands start to glide down your willing body again, feeling your soft skin and muscles. You let out moans and moans in response.

“M–Mommy,” you rasp, muffled into the kiss. Her grinds quicken, stealing breaths out of your lungs. You are overwhelmed by the sensation of her clothed sex on you.

Her thighs tense up, her breathing quickens. She’s going to cum from grinding on your cock, fully clothed.

She unlatches herself from the kiss, leaving a string of saliva connecting you together. “Now, fuck, mommy’s going to cum, alright? Mmmm.” She bites her lip after she finishes her words, sucking in the air through her teeth. Fuck, that looks so hot.

“Y–Yes, mommy,” you reply. Your high is also coming. “I–I’m gonna cum too.”

Taeyeon giggles before grinding on your cock even faster, drawing stuttered moans out of you. Your loins tighten. You’re going to cum inside your pants!

Good thing you wear rather dark-colored pants today.

Her breathing becomes shorter and shorter. Her grip on your neck tightens. Her moans grow louder and louder. She’s cumming, and you’re all here to see it happen.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, ahh!”

Her body spasms on top of you. Her eyes flutter. Her mouth hangs open. She screams, loud. She just came from grinding on your lap alone, and that couldn’t make you happier. She lets out a groan as her orgasm subsides, threading her fingers through your hair.

“Good boy,” she says with a smile, pressing her red, pouty lips on your forehead. That’s going to leave a mark.

The all-too-familiar feeling builds up inside your stomach. It seeps through your lower body muscles. Your feet twitch. Your thighs stiffen. It’s there. It’s there.

“M-Mommy, I’m gonna cum,” you utter. 

She smiles back at you, planting another kiss on your cheek. You’ll have to wash your face before going to lunch.

“Cum for me, baby.”

You grunt loudly. Maybe someone could’ve heard that. Your body writhes in bliss. You can feel your cock twitching inside your pants. Cum leaks out from the tip and paints the insides of your pants white. Some of it seeps out through your pants. It feels so good.

A giggle leaves Taeyeon’s lips. She’s loving the way her student breaks under her like this. “Good boy, good boy.” She runs her fingers through your hair lovingly, making you whimper a little.

Your orgasm finally fades. You pant in exhaustion after the sensual act. Your hands are still shaking. You just cum from dry humping with your TA!

“You okay?” she asks. You’re probably looking disheveled right now, all panting, chest heaving. “You look–scattered.”

“Y–Yeah, mom–uh–Miss Kim,” you stammer out. Your mind is in haywire right now. Should you still call her mommy?”

Taeyeon chuckles at your apprehension. She seems satisfied with her student being a mess like this.

“Oh, and about the code,” she suddenly says, snapping you back into reality. “We might have to make an arrangement at a later date.”

You blink, trying to connect the pieces back together. You were struggling with PHP, so you asked Miss Kim to help you with that. However, you got a dry humping session instead. The code is still unfinished.

“Y–Yeah, the code,” you respond, giving her a shy smile. “An arrangement, sure.”

“Maybe–this Saturday? I don’t have classes on that day.”

“Sure, Miss Kim.”

She gives you a smile, satisfied with your answer, before climbing off your spent body. “That settles it, then.”

You smile back at her before getting off the chair–

Fuck, you forgot to put your pants back up. Taeyeon giggles softly at your predicament.

“Oh, and–be prepared,” she says.

“Yes, Miss Kim?”

“It’s going to be a long session.”

—

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

So, I’ve been thinking about the KND Mourning AU by arty0315

& the Toiletnator SPY Au made by U & I can’t help but wonder…What if Lou as the Toiletnator sees Mella & Evan’s graves during a mission?

how would he react? Would he break character? What would he do after words? Would he tell anyone? Would Irwin know about it & perhaps talk about it with him over a drink or 2(considering he’s seen the graves before) Would Lou be upset that Irwin never told him?

considering he’s a SPY for the KND he probably feels some guilt over not saving those 2 kids like”My job is to protect children,yet I couldn’t even save 2” unless I’m wrong whiz in this case, I’m stupid as all hell XD

anyways thanks for reading so much of this

I think he might go through some stages like everyone else. As always, Mourning AU by @artsygirl0315

[tw: drinking, self-destruction, death]

Stage 1: Denial

He was called to check on Sector PHP, who's been acting strange in the last days. Upon arriving, he announced himself with his usual self-confident, loud introduction... which got cut short when he saw the graves. From there, all kinds of emotions went through him, but most of all, he couldn't believe that two KIDS were apparently gone. And he didn't know about it. No one told him about it. Or... maybe no one knew about it.

His "visit" was cut short as Phoebe kicked him out. No one is allowed, villains especially.

But even after he was gone, he had many questions and a familiar, heavy feeling in his heart.

--

Stage 2: Anger

As he returned to the Adult Division, he felt rage growing and he decided to let it out by destroying some of the landscape around himself. Trees were knocked down, rocks were smashed, but nothing could calm those feelings that were just getting more and more persistent.

Did Vicky know and just didn't tell him? Did Moonbase know and didn't tell them? What the fuck was happening there? Why were two kids dead???

--

Stage 3: Bargaining

He started to get low on energy. He fell down on his knees, crying as he had never done in years.

They could've taken him! He was an adult, he lived long enough! Those kids had a LOT to live for! They had to grow up, fulfil their dreams, and see the world... and everything was just cut short. And he couldn't do anything about it. He failed his mission of keeping kids safe from the other side.

This brought him to past times he thought were gone, but now made every single scar from those times hurt like hell. It was like he failed one of his siblings again.

Taking off that costume he now felt he couldn't wear anymore, he walked up to a place he shouldn't even be close to: a bar.

--

Stage 4: Depression

He was worthless. He was a disgrace. He should've died after falling from that cliff. He should have said no to Vicky when she proposed for him to join the Adult Division. He was ready to push daisies and quit; he couldn't go on after what happened.

He ordered a drink. And another. And another. And again, another one. The taste of alcohol helped him relax, and slowly he got intoxicated enough that his bad feelings were almost gone. He had missed it, after 7 long years of nothing.

He didn't even notice someone sat next to him.

--

Stage 5: Acceptance

As he was about to take another sip, the bottle was taken from his hand. He turned to see who DARED to do it... just to find the last person he wanted to see. "This shit is bad for you." Irwin let out. "You get addicted easily and end up destroying yourself." "So what? I deserve this." Lou replied, already intoxicated, looking away from the other man. "... Numbuh 510 told me about your visit. ... you saw them, didn't you." Lou got up, grasping on Irwin's shirt and pulling him closer to his face. "YOU KNEW?? YOU'VE BEEN KNOWING THIS FOR THIS WHOLE TIME AND NEVER SAID ANYTHING?? WHY???" Irwin sighed. "Because I made a promise. They want to handle it their own way. And if we interfere, we risk losing all of them. Do you understand?"

Lou slowly let go of the shirt, his words settling into his foggy mind. He was silent for a moment before he looked up at him.

"What do we do now...?"

"We wait."

He didn't like that answer. Tears started rolling down his cheeks as he sat down once more, resting both arms on the counter and burying his head into them, as he started crying again, more desperate.

Irwin patted his back, taking away the last bottle he ordered. He knew too well where that was coming from.

It will take time.

--

Aftermath:

Lou took 3 days off his spy duty (not that anyone but people in the Adult Division noticed). He stayed at Vicky's house because he didn't want to be alone.

Vicky noticed how he somehow became milder than his usual self, almost shutting down and not caring about anything. Irwin visited every single day, making sure he was ok. He didn't even answer Sydney's calls or texts in those days.

Eventually, he got back to his usual self. He just needed those days to calm down completely. He assured Vicky he was ready to get back to his duties, and then, the Toiletnator was back into the Villains' lines.

Searching.

Because if it was an adult villain who did it...

One single adult life for two kids' sounded unfair. But good enough to him.

[artsygirl0315]

NIGHT-DAY TERROR AU (SECTOR PHP) !!

(Slight gore and horror is mentioned, You have been warned)

Sector PHP(?)

Finally decided on making some Monsterous Sector PHP sheets for the Night-Day Terror AU made by the lovely @kandykatz💙

Info:

Sector PHP, A well-known undercover sector who is the main resourse supply for the KND. They're strong-willed, dedicated and determined.

But... Something changed..

In one moment, they were seen evacuating the area after the incident with a 'certain operative' and the next, they are seen roaming around the neighborhood in such nightmare-ish forms.

The ones who stayed below their treehouse can be seen either destroying property or hunting down whatever they see that moves or even breathes.

The Foreseer, stays in their treehouse but he doesn't miss anything that goes on with his sector. He sees everything, he knows what goes on with what they do but not all the time. Sometimes he'll lose sight of something and get distracted, sometimes he'll blink and miss one of his operative's vision.

Nonetheless, he's their mastermind. He's to follow, he's to obey and rest assured, he's here to seek.

The Strong Bull, the poor soul, his legs ceased to move and are completely numb to the bone. Although, this doesn't stop him as his large fists can punch through the ground with loud thuds and he can move by such.

His enormous size is very intimidating that when he charges, you can bet that it's the last thing you'll ever see. He's fast despite his size, yet he's strong and he's unstable.

The Jester, His laugh is the last thing that can be known as contagious. A creepy smile plastered on his face as his body fails human anatomy all together, his hands replaced as these 'puppets' of his.

He's incredibly durable and extremely energetic, his lively nature is nothing but a bad cause. He doesn't spread cheer nor laughter, rather pain and screams. But he can't help it if one keeps getting bitten by his puppets.

The Hungry Ghoul, if you ever saw a detached lower body running straight towards you then best assume she's flying right above you and she has an insatiable appetite.

Her upper body roams the sky for prey and sometimes she'll chase after them if her incredibly fast legs can catch up, although, one of her weak points are her vision.

The only way you can slow her down is if you can even manage to attach her body again.

That's near to impossible, really.

The Weeping Siren, Much like only a few operatives, this one is very docile to who she fails to see as a complete threat. If you are someone she can recognize or seen as very vulnerable then she will fake ignorance and walk away, this is because she knew her leader was watching.

Her voice can be used to lure prey so be very careful, she can move by twirling using her sharp legs as a ballerina would, this feigns innocence.

She's completely unstable, she knows that, and so she weeps her sorrows away knowing she can't completely help people.

(Ahh, so glad I got to finish this despite it looking very rushed. I wanted to add my dumdums in these just because I wanted to practice horror in their au. Nght-Day Terror AU belongs to my awesome moot @kandykatz !!!)

[sharona-sims]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

Ooh, thank you for this @matchalovertrait. 🥰 1, Back when the Sims 2 was the current game, I used to have a small website where I would share clothing that I had created for my sims. It was called The Sims Boutique. I was very proud of it at the time because I had taught myself how to code HTML, and also some basic PHP, plus I also learned how to make sims clothing as well. 

2, I was obsessed with another life simulation game series before the sims games came into existence. It had cute little creatures to take care of. They were called Norn's and I loved them so much. 

3, Dogs are my absolute favourite creatures in the entire universe. I'm of the belief that if angels exist, then they most likely exist in the form of dogs. My dog makes me smile and feel better every day without fail. If that isn't the work of an angel, then I don't know what is. 

[kuai-kuai]

webdev log uhhhh... 6?

Haven't worked on my site in a bit because I think I fucked up somewhere in during the deployment phase so now it's hard to host it locally.... only the index page works and the css is half broken anyways, presumably because of laravel breeze's tailwind coming preinstalled. I DID have to jump through hoops to get it going during deployment.. just don't know which hoops so it's stuck that way >_>;; so now I can't host it locally for development......... I'll have to make things and just hope it shows up when I deploy them I think

Failed to listen on 127.0.0.1:8000 (reason: ?)

cool, cool. thanks. very helpful debugging message..

anyways, coded up a little php doohicky and updated my site! WANNA PEEK?

I wanted to migrate my fridge page (art others have done of my characters) to my site, but I didn't want to implement another table because YUCK I'm so done with that.

I wanted something more automatic because I'm lazy and I also wanted it to not look like it's from 2003 like my neocities to match with my new site. too much trouble!!!! including the stuff previously mentioned.. so I left it untouched for a while.

then I was talking with someone and wanted to try making this with php.....

it's pretty basic. finished the code for the script in like an hour maybe, and then later it was mostly just tinkering with the html/css itself to make it display all nice and grid-like.

all it does is take all images from a specified folder and spits them out.

it creates a DirectoryIterator object to iterate through the specified folder (at least, I think that's how DirectoryIterator works.... dunno) then for each individual file it checks if it's an image, gets the time the file was modified, then stores the file path and modified time in an array. then that array gets sorted via modified time (newest first), and then iterated through and BAM...

I'd prefer a better time system such as organize when the file was actually created, but if you paste a file into a new folder, "created time" gets changed to when you pasted it.. using file modified time is the only way when you aren't using a database and just want this to be all done automatically I think. unless I'M STUPID and someone has a better idea.. then please enlighten me.

ANYWAYS added The Fridge to my site using my lil code! :>

updated my About to include a link too...

also, I was looking up things and found this funny example code on stack overflow

let's all randomize our racism images.....

[numbuh-72]

"Alone..?" [Mourning AU Scenario]

CW: CONTAINS BLOOD/SCARS/BURNS

There was a global announcement from the Supreme Leader that announced the following;

"Attention all Kids Next Door operatives...for the past few weeks, Numbuh 72, aka Gianna Chavez, has been reported missing from radar. Unfortunately, no one has found her yet. We need all available operatives to be on the lookout for Gianna. Last time we have seen her, Numbuh 72's condition isn't too good. She was supposed to be at home resting her current severe injuries. However, some of our operatives have informed that Gianna was doing the opposite and was usually out of her room. So please...if anyone finds Gianna, bring her home. I fear something bad is happening... Numbuh 362, signing off."

Out of fear of losing another friend, You decided to go out to search for Gianna.

You started out by going over to her house and search her room for any piece of evidence to her whereabouts...Until you find this letter that was addressed to her from....The Devil's Doll.

"So many souls to reap....so little time, Gianna~ Consider this being my letter of threat to everyone you love and care. I will finally come out of the closet and bring everyone 'Happiness' that they all deserve....especially to those who cared about 'Them' more than you~ So Tick Tock~ I shall wait for you where you will last stand and join the rest of those you and others lost..you will soon join them as well~ Alice Anderson (The Devil's Doll) <3"

Realizing of how much danger Gianna is now in and found out where she could be, you take the letter and run out again. After some time going to an area that was near Sector PHP, you scouted out the area for a bit...until you hear some fighting near by and a sound of a girl in pain....you rushed to the area and see Gianna and Alice fighting, but Gianna looked like she was beaten up really bad. She even had wounds from previous events.

Gianna tries to punch Alice, but to only fail and get knocked back hard, now too weak to move.

"Gianna, you do realize that all of this is pointless for you especially?"

"Nngh...i-it's not...p-pointless."

"Oh really?~ Ever since Mella and Evan died, everyone shut down and secluded each other....Despite you being the only one to have finally push forward and offered everyone your help...it gets rejected! No one wants you nor your help!"

Gianna could only go silent and slowly let the words sink into her head. Tears formed on her face and looks down in defeat..as if she finally given up to fight for others...and for them.

"You're tired Gianna....you're like the rest...you never accepted their deaths...not even Joseph's. Just accept your fate~"

As Alice grabs Gianna by the neck and prepares to finish her off, you jump in and stop Alice from hurting Gianna anymore than she already is.

(Mourning AU belongs to @artsygirl0315)

[bugdotpng]

choosing to rant about this on a failing microblogging platform instead of festering about it or annoying my other coworkers about it lmao. even though i've come SO far in my emotional regulation regarding work-related matters--and i no longer get so mad that my drastic blood pressure spike almost makes my vision go white--i still feel so easily EXASPERATED by my coworker from hell. the one who regularly fails to do his job, the reason i was the lone dev for a major, university-wide project, the reason i had to pick up PHP, etc. the same coworker who has complained about me and my colleague to people outside of the division claiming it isn't fair that i have the title i do, and he should have a higher title than me (despite me doing all his work, as mentioned above). the same coworker who refers to me as his "little sister" (i could barf). i should have a wretched nickname for him but that would imply i intend to talk about him often enough to warrant that and i simply do not wish to expend that much energy invoking his name in this blessed space. but i digress.

anyway he has this habit of like...not necessarily interrupting you but getting really uncomfortable when someone else (read: a woman; he does not do this to his male colleagues) talks about something for longer than a minute that he has the compulsion to blurt out the first asinine thought that comes to mind. it's never relevant, and it's usually a complaint. this happened twice in our meeting. once when my colleague was showcasing the beautiful work she had done: he had to inject a comment the second she took a breath like "this makes me want to do the same thing for [stupid product no one uses]" <- "the same thing" being something he is grossly underqualified and frankly just unable to do. then he did it again as i was giving kudos to a few people for their contributions, the second i took a breath, he felt compelled to complain about how long he had been waiting on a support chatbot. how long had he been waiting for support? five minutes. how long did support quote him the wait would be? 15 minutes.

anyway i'd say i hate him but that would mean i think about him enough to have that strong of an emotion and i forget he exists when i log off. but during work hours i'd like to chase him around beating him with a hammer loony tunes style

[pentesttestingcorp]

Prevent HTTP Parameter Pollution in Laravel with Secure Coding

Understanding HTTP Parameter Pollution in Laravel

HTTP Parameter Pollution (HPP) is a web security vulnerability that occurs when an attacker manipulates multiple HTTP parameters with the same name to bypass security controls, exploit application logic, or perform malicious actions. Laravel, like many PHP frameworks, processes input parameters in a way that can be exploited if not handled correctly.

In this blog, we’ll explore how HPP works, how it affects Laravel applications, and how to secure your web application with practical examples.

How HTTP Parameter Pollution Works

HPP occurs when an application receives multiple parameters with the same name in an HTTP request. Depending on how the backend processes them, unexpected behavior can occur.

Example of HTTP Request with HPP:

GET /search?category=electronics&category=books HTTP/1.1 Host: example.com

Different frameworks handle duplicate parameters differently:

PHP (Laravel): Takes the last occurrence (category=books) unless explicitly handled as an array.

Express.js (Node.js): Stores multiple values as an array.

ASP.NET: Might take the first occurrence (category=electronics).

If the application isn’t designed to handle duplicate parameters, attackers can manipulate input data, bypass security checks, or exploit business logic flaws.

Impact of HTTP Parameter Pollution on Laravel Apps

HPP vulnerabilities can lead to:

✅ Security Bypasses: Attackers can override security parameters, such as authentication tokens or access controls. ✅ Business Logic Manipulation: Altering shopping cart data, search filters, or API inputs. ✅ WAF Evasion: Some Web Application Firewalls (WAFs) may fail to detect malicious input when parameters are duplicated.

How Laravel Handles HTTP Parameters

Laravel processes query string parameters using the request() helper or Input facade. Consider this example:

use Illuminate\Http\Request; Route::get('/search', function (Request $request) { return $request->input('category'); });

If accessed via:

GET /search?category=electronics&category=books

Laravel would return only the last parameter, category=books, unless explicitly handled as an array.

Exploiting HPP in Laravel (Vulnerable Example)

Imagine a Laravel-based authentication system that verifies user roles via query parameters:

Route::get('/dashboard', function (Request $request) { if ($request->input('role') === 'admin') { return "Welcome, Admin!"; } else { return "Access Denied!"; } });

An attacker could manipulate the request like this:

GET /dashboard?role=user&role=admin

If Laravel processes only the last parameter, the attacker gains admin access.

Mitigating HTTP Parameter Pollution in Laravel

1. Validate Incoming Requests Properly

Laravel provides request validation that can enforce strict input handling:

use Illuminate\Http\Request; use Illuminate\Support\Facades\Validator; Route::get('/dashboard', function (Request $request) { $validator = Validator::make($request->all(), [ 'role' => 'required|string|in:user,admin' ]); if ($validator->fails()) { return "Invalid Role!"; } return $request->input('role') === 'admin' ? "Welcome, Admin!" : "Access Denied!"; });

2. Use Laravel’s Input Array Handling

Explicitly retrieve parameters as an array using:

$categories = request()->input('category', []);

Then process them safely:

Route::get('/search', function (Request $request) { $categories = $request->input('category', []); if (is_array($categories)) { return "Selected categories: " . implode(', ', $categories); } return "Invalid input!"; });

3. Encode Query Parameters Properly

Use Laravel’s built-in security functions such as:

e($request->input('category'));

or

htmlspecialchars($request->input('category'), ENT_QUOTES, 'UTF-8');

4. Use Middleware to Filter Requests

Create middleware to sanitize HTTP parameters:

namespace App\Http\Middleware; use Closure; use Illuminate\Http\Request; class SanitizeInputMiddleware { public function handle(Request $request, Closure $next) { $input = $request->all(); foreach ($input as $key => $value) { if (is_array($value)) { $input[$key] = array_unique($value); } } $request->replace($input); return $next($request); } }

Then, register it in Kernel.php:

protected $middleware = [ \App\Http\Middleware\SanitizeInputMiddleware::class, ];

Testing Your Laravel Application for HPP Vulnerabilities

To ensure your Laravel app is protected, scan your website using our free Website Security Scanner.

Screenshot of the free tools webpage where you can access security assessment tools.

You can also check the website vulnerability assessment report generated by our tool to check Website Vulnerability:

An Example of a vulnerability assessment report generated with our free tool, providing insights into possible vulnerabilities.

Conclusion

HTTP Parameter Pollution can be a critical vulnerability if left unchecked in Laravel applications. By implementing proper validation, input handling, middleware sanitation, and secure encoding, you can safeguard your web applications from potential exploits.

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[posttexasstressdisorder]

https://www.sfgate.com/tech/article/cargo-therapeutics-layoffs-failed-trial-20068322.php

[yugiri315]

LWJ Cosplay Log - Master Post

Making Lan Wangji

(AKA My Lan Zhan Cosplay Log)

This went from a historical project to cosplaying all the Hanguang-Jun, Lan Wangji in existence!  The main concept is Lan Wangji’s (LWJ) novel/manhua/audio drama design.  As the project started pre-pandemic, I didn’t consider the butler or dragon au in the design.  That would be too much.  There is a dash of videogame in him since there were some details I liked in that model.  If the title is “Mo Dao Zu Shi” then I have incorporated Lan Wangji’s description and concept arts into my design.  

Lan Wangji as known in The Untamed was generally avoided save for a tiny nod to the show’s Gusu Lan Clan.  “Mo Dao Zu Shi” Wangji and “Untamed” Wangji are distinct in my opinion.  Neither is superior from the other, just different enough that I need to pick one interpretation to play with.  The actors of Untamed, especially Xiao Zhan, really claimed the characters as their own and portrayed them wonderfully.  Wang Yibo’s Wangji is his Wangji, I won’t interfere that.  If you want to see that interpretation of Lan Wangji, then go watch the show.  It already exists.

A few caveats before you dive in:

1)     I am not a seamstress or tailor so I don’t know all the proper sewing terminology in English or any other language 2)     Also, modern romanization of Chinese confuses the shit out of me, a native speaker, so apologies for any spelling mistakes.  The Yale Romanization made so much more sense but then China thought they understood the English alphabet better than native English speakers so here we are.  Do as the Romans do, I guess. 3)     I am not a historical costumer either so all my info come from conjecture and research 4)     I am not a Chinese historian but I like to think I know enough about my history and culture through osmosis and the hell-hole disguised as Chinese school to talk about it 5)     I am not trying to make an authentic historical costume, I’m trying to make an anachronistic fantasy costume. Historicity went out the window the minute LWJ and every adult character decided to have their hair down.  I did try to make a semi-historically accurate version?  Depended on the mood at time of construction. 6)     I suck at being Chinese apparently so that will be my safety net if everything fails horribly :P  

The Lan Zhan Cosplay Log Layer 1:  Undergarments! 中衣 Layer 2A:  Yichang 衣裳   Layer 2B:  Ruqun 襦裙 Layer 3:  Zhiju 直裾 Layer 4A:  Leatherwork Layer 4B:  Jade Bling Layer 5A:  Dachang 大氅 Layer 5B:  Bijia 比甲 Layer 0:  Hair, Props, “Cheating,” & Overall Stats

Exhibit:  LWJ cosplay in action [1][2]

Citation

Patterning:  https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1Qb411j7z6?spm_id_from=333.905.b_72656c61746564.1

http://www.yeoh.com/index2.php?section=journal&g=691

https://cosplayqna.tumblr.com/image/38971971992

https://torguqin.wordpress.com/hanfu/hanfu-tutorial-list/

Hanfu Resources:

@ziseviolet:  https://ziseviolet.tumblr.com/about

@fouryearsofshades:  https://fouryearsofshades.tumblr.com/post/179249195707/hello-do-you-happen-to-have-a-master-post-of-all

[ilaw-at-panitik]

Before I got married, I had a dog – a black mongrel I had named “Sapay Koma,” which is Ilocano for “sana.” It is both a wish and a prayer – difficult to translate into English, unless in context. Koma was my companion throughout the two years I had lived in my dank, quirky apartment – the mute witness to the drama and dilemma preceding my decision to marry. We took him along with us in our move, of course. But the five other dogs in the new household didn’t like him all that much and they all raised such a nonstop racket, none of the humans could sleep, particularly the newborn baby. The neighbors offered to buy him for Php 500. Igorots like black dogs because the meat is tastier. I was aghast. He was my dog, my loyal friend. If anyone was going to eat him, it should be family. So my husband invited his friends over to put Koma out of his misery. I locked myself in our little bedroom with the baby, while they did it. But despite the closed windows, I could still smell the burning hair and later, the meat cooking. The putrid scent seemed to stick to my nose for days after, accusing me of betrayal. I wept for Koma and for all that was dying in the fire – all the wishes that had no place in my new life. I decided that this was the price for what Filipinos like to call “paglagay sa tahimik.” It took two hours for the meat to be tender enough to eat and when we all sat down to dinner, I was glad they didn’t expect me to partake of the canine feast. Yet I did. I took one mouthful, which I swallowed quickly without chewing, so I wouldn’t have to relish the flavors. I may have had the stomach for it, but I didn’t have the heart. I only wanted to show them that I respected their culture, even though in fact, I would never belong. Also, I was hoping that this way, Koma would forgive me for having failed him, for offering him as a sacrifice at the altar of my marriage. This way, we could be truly together.

Jhoanna Lynn Cruz, from "Sapay Koma" (Winner, 3rd prize, Essay in English, Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature 2008)

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

On OCTOBER 23 at 7PM, I'll be in DECATUR, presenting my novel THE BEZZLE at EAGLE EYE BOOKS.

#20yrsago Entertainment companies bent on wholesale slaughter of Betamax, puppies https://web.archive.org/web/20041010092552/https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/archives/001987.php

#15yrsago What’s wrong with Search Engine Optimization http://https://powazek.com/posts/2090

#15yrsago Gag order blocks Guardian from reporting on Parliament https://www.theguardian.com/media/2009/oct/12/guardian-gagged-from-reporting-parliament

#15yrsago Copyright vs. folk music https://web.archive.org/web/20091016014623/https://freemusicarchive.org/member/stevenarntson/blog/The_Absent_Second_An_Explanation

#15yrsago xkcd: volume 0 https://memex.craphound.com/2009/10/12/xkcd-volume-0/

#10yrsago Chinese Supreme Court makes service providers liable for “human flesh search engine” https://archive.shine.cn/national/Rules-to-protect-personal-rights-online/shdaily.shtml

#10yrsago NSA agents may have infiltrated the global communications industry https://web.archive.org/web/20141011080630/https://firstlook.org/theintercept/2014/10/10/core-secrets/

#10yrsago Librarians on the vanguard of the anti-surveillance movement https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-switch/wp/2014/10/03/librarians-wont-stay-quiet-about-government-surveillance/

#5yrsago AT&T hikes business customers’ bills by up to 7%, charging them to recoup its own property taxes https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2019/10/att-raises-prices-7-by-making-its-customers-pay-atts-property-taxes/

#5yrsago Google continues to funnel vast sums to notorious climate deniers https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2019/oct/11/google-contributions-climate-change-deniers

#5yrsago Mayor accused of failing to fullfil road maintenance promises is dragged through the streets by angry voters https://www.bbc.com/news/world-latin-america-49984987

#5yrsago CBC sues Canada’s Conservative Party for using short debate clips in campaign materials https://www.michaelgeist.ca/2019/10/cbc-sues-the-conservative-party-of-canada-for-copyright-infringement-citing-campaign-video-posting-debate-excerpts-on-twitter/

Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.

[artsygirl0315]

Hellooooooooo! I hope your having a lovely day today!

My question is: "How would Cree Lincoln & Maurice(AKA Numbuh 9) Would react to seeing Evan & Mella's graves for the very 1st time in the Mourning AU? Say they're on a date, Cree suggest to jumping the kids at PHP's tree house & Maurice says "ok" cause like, he cant say no. They go there...only to stumble 2 small graves. The graves of the 2 kids.

Cree hates kids, hates the KND...but THIS? how does she comprehend some thing like that? What if this was Abby?

and Maurice, who's dedicated his entire life helping kids. Completing his vow to destroy Chicken Pox island to save the kids from getting the chicken pox. The same Maurice whos still close friends with Numbuh 5,his old teammate. Now staring at the most cruelest fate to befall any child. A fate he felt like he could have changed somehow. How could someone who vowed to help ALL children...fail to save the 2 who needed help most of all?

Hopefully Chad comforts him during the aftermath, for he felt the exact.same.way. when he found those graves. who STILL feels that way.

ANYWHOOOOOO sorry for the super long ask, but I love diving into the lore & the characters behind this AU! LIKE,ALOT!!! THANKS FOR READING!!!

(This is actually a good question yet I've never dived deep into these characters too much before so hopefully I get this somewhat in character)

Let's start with the possibility of Maurice or Cree seeing the sight, the only way these could actually have seen these graves were from either their own missions or they somehow stumble upon it together.

I'm going with the hypothetical scenario where they find out individually;

Cree wouldn't actually have gone to the treehouse in the first place if she had somewhat listened to Chad's heeding, If she listened to him when he said going back there was off-limits or 'dangerous'.

Chad never really dug deeper on explaining anything after that, just leaving the conversation as such then left.

While Cree was looking around for anyone who could be on guard or if any traps were around, she accidentally stepped on something and looked down, only to realized that she stepped on flowers. A bouquet of flowers.

She'd look up a tad bit and find a grave, and then another one beside it, what the heck?

She read the names and was trying to dig into her memory of where she had heard of them before, then she saw the dates carved on the gravestones before she finally realized,

They were children.

And from the looks of where she was, They were part of those Kids-Next-Dorks...

Was that even appropriate to say in this situation?

She'd finally get a glimpse into her memory and somehow remembered how this Mella girl was one of Abigail's friends, she had her over once for a project. This Evan boy, she met him one time while Abigail was strolling around the park.

These kids were the joyful kind, the ones you'd get envy from just seeing their childlike wonder and carefree personalities.

And this was how she'd meet them next? That's.. depressing.

But what else was Cree to do exactly? This wasn't her problem, she didn't know them, they were probably just as annoying as the rest of those dorky kids.

But.. Why does this make her feel a pit in her stomach? Like her heart suddenly could be heard pumping out of her chest, like her mind was going through any possible occurrence on how this could've happened.

Like those thoughts would've lead to Abby. To other kids.

This isn't what she had in mind when she said she wanted to see the Kids Next Door reach their downfall.

This was just.. cruel.

She didn't have any other time left before she was being chased away by a short aggravated girl with a weapon, she looked angry and full of spite. Cree couldn't blame her.

No one would want to be around this depressing spectacle.

Next we have Maurice, poor boy.

After hearing a report from Chad about his visit with Sector PHP, he wanted to investigate for himself.

When he got there, He realized what Chad had meant when he said that the sight would've been heartaching.

Were these kids?

How come he hasn't heard of this before?..

Well, he has, once before, but.. To be able to see the outcome right in front of him,

He felt like he was gonna vomit.

He looked at the many arrangements of flowers and tributes were left on their graves, examining the thought and effort placed upon each sacred item left behind for those who had passed in this world.

How cruel fate was.

Maurice didn't exactly want to leave without paying his respects first, it would be rude.

So he kneeled down and gave a bow of respect to his late fellow KND operative, he could feel his heart aching more as the reality of the situation got too real for him.

He left a peace offering of flowers he found around the field they were in, leaving them in front of their graves before he stood back up to leave.

Maurice was about to be ambushed by a short angry girl with a strong urge to hit someone with that weapon of hers before he spoke about his occupation, how he was just like Chad out of panic.

Phoebe didn't have any other words, just both of them staring at each other before the silence was the only thing that talked for them.

Both had deep respects for each other and had shown that by giving a nod to each other, after that did he leave.

Maurice couldn't be around there any longer. He felt like everything in his mind was spinning all at once and he only had one thought left.

He hoped they were okay.

(Hopefully I answered this as in character as I can, This is the first time I've actually wrote something with either Cree or Maurice. Thanks for leaving the ask anyway!💙)

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

Hey friend, I know that you didn't mean any harm by it, but making light of grave robbing, something that is unfortunately still a pretty major issue towards indigenous communities even today, kind of sucks a little bit and can really hurt to see. :(

This is something that affects real people and to see it just untagged on the dash, and implying that it is taken so unseriously that it would have happened more than once with little action by cannon characters also shows them in a much more negative light than you may be meaning to.

//A very good point I failed to consider, thank you for pointing it out to me (and for being so courteous in doing so, which I know isn’t a necessity).

//I’ll take that post down, since you’re right it is a real issue that still touches people, and it was treated more lightly than it should be, real life or fiction. Thank you again for the heads-up, and I apologize for what harm my post caused you or anybody else affected.

//Since I hadn’t read much into the subject before, I’m also putting a few articles under the cut for anybody else who wants to learn more. Do know they cover, in addition to the robbing of indigenous graves, historic and modern racism in academia and beyond, including discussions of phrenology and indigenous genocide.

//This article covers the robbing of indigenous graves in the United States (specifically in New England) up until NAGPRA was created in 1990, though many artifacts remain unreturned and indigenous graves are still stolen from nowadays. https://www.ctinsider.com/news/article/indigenous-grave-robbing-new-england-17810749.php

//And this article covers modern refusal by major institutions, including museums and universities, to return remains from indigenous graves and the failures of current US laws such as NAGPRA to force those returns. https://www.propublica.org/article/repatriation-nagpra-museums-human-remains

[marbledew]

hey re that fucking post you just reblogged that i have no fucking idea why disinformation like that is still going around. just so you know if i discuss suicide on my blog and you fucking report me that'll only make tumblr send me an email that contains fuckshit at stopping suicide and a notice of termination because i got fucking banned. so have fun when a suicidal kid's controlling parent checks his email and sees that he got banned for talking about mental health topics and he gets dumped in a hospital because no one actually cares about his mental health and has to miss and fail school which is the only place he feels safe ever. and cant contact his friends on tumblr because thats also his only way to access the internet without being surveilled on sms messaging. if you ever report me and get me banned for discussing suicide fuck you. and delete your fucking reblog.

btw as a suicidal kid who has gone to the hospital and is currently in php, you don’t fail school. since you’re hospitalized you get excused and drastically adjusted work, as well as a lot of change for future work

[bytchysylvy]

ART VS ARTIST 2023 + yet another reflection

tw ed recovery

I dont know when I developed an eating disorder since it feels like its always been there, having off and on symptoms in childhood and in my teen years, but it wasnt until about 2017 where I started engaging in complete restriction. For years I've dealt with health problems that my doctors could never figure out the cause of, never looking into my eating habits (in fairness, I wouldn't have been honest at the time). I pseudo-recovered in 2020, where suddenly so many of my problems vanished nearly overnight. But then relapsed very hard in 2022, I spent the next few months basically being dead let alone making art. By january I could barely stand yet was told "we dont have to do anything about it". In feburary after failing to find treatment I decided to recover on my own and gave myself refeeding syndrome, avoiding hospitalization by accidentally misleading the er about the treatment I was receiving (which was none). In march my therapist reached out to an eating disorder clinic and by april I was in treatment. From then until the end of october has been a mix of php and iop treatment, having to take residency in seattle for awhile at one point. I've gone down to regular outpatient, things have gotten rocky again but at least I'm not where I was a year ago and will never be back at square one again.

I was really reluctant to do one of these art vs artist things despite wanting to for awhile now since I gained 50% of my initial body weight since the start of the year and have never been so self conscious about my appearance; I had to change my entire wardrobe, hurts man. But rehimboification gave me my ability to make art back and ive since made too many bangers to pick my top eight from. I did four sets of the cast, 30+ pages of comics, and returned to animation. ACT 1 is in its last third of work, ACT 2 is about a third done. I've picked up sewing (you can see the flag i made in the background) and plan to garden once its the season to do so. Im in an infinitely healthier place now both physically and mentally. My only regret is not getting help sooner and hurting myself this badly in the first place.

I'm thankful for what this year has given me back, but with being in therapy 12-30 hours a week while being in and out of work, I'm tired. I'm glad that this year of my life is over.