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j-onedrabbles · 2 years ago

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✧ PAIRING: BANG CHAN X FEM!READER ✧ PLOT: listened to STUCKINMYBRAINAGAIN by Chase Atlantic and decided i needed to write angst + anon requests: "Hi hi! Could I request a Channie comfort drabble/fic were the gf!reader starts to distance themselves from Channie because of a really believable dating rumor they found online involving him?" ✧ CW: fem!reader, overthinking, dating rumor, crying, unhealthy coping mechanisms (using alcohol to cope), themes of cheating (there is no actual cheating), reader is written to be of drinking age but age never mentioned, ✧ WC: 1.5K ✧ NOTE: this was kinda sitting in my drafts with a rough idea of a plot then i got an anon requests and it clicked so enjoy

It had to be a rumor. Right?

Y/n scrolled through her Twitter, seeing her boyfriend trending wasn’t new but, curiously clicked it to see what he did this time. Only to find it was a dating rumor.

At first, she thought that Stay or div-1 caught them out on one of their dates but, as she scrolled, she found that it didn’t even involve her. It was another woman. Photos from afar— like most dating rumor photos were— but Y/n could believe this was her boyfriend and someone else, but it wasn't. Was it?

Chan was friends with half the K-pop industry and she knew he had female friends. Could it be one of them? Maybe they were just hanging out?

The longer she looked at the tag, the more her heart ached. Chan spent long hours at the studio working on music for 3RACHA and the kids. What if it wasn't music? Just an excuse to go out with someone else?

The angel on her shoulder told her Chan would never. He was loyal. The best boyfriend anyone could ask for. But the devil was louder.

She got up from the couch and tried to busy herself with anything around the house. Chan had a packed week of schedules and had already told her he was going to crash at the dorms but he promised would text her when he had time—one week of not seeing him.

She couldn't even talk to the guys since they all had promotions to do. What if it was a staff member? She felt like she was going to be sick. Turning on their speaker and blasting a playlist— one without any songs her boyfriend had made, which was a hard feat.

Cleaning the whole apartment while the random Spotify playlist played. She drowned out any noise in her head for as long as she could. Even made dinner for herself and turned on a movie. Silently eating as her phone pinged with a message. She looked at the screen to see the name.

Channie♡: hey baby, just got back to the dorms. How was your day? Y/n♡: okay. Just cleaned the apartment and made dinner. Channie♡: I’m glad you got something to eat love! Are you doing alright without me so far 😉 Y/n♡: yeah. The apartment feels a little empty though. Channie♡: I’m sorry baby 😣 I’m hoping this week goes by fast. I already miss you. Try and get some sleep tonight, okay? Y/n♡: You too. Talk to you later. Channie♡: Yeah, I’ll try and text you more throughout the day, yeah? I love you ❤️ Y/n♡: ily2

Chan looked at the last text, he knew his girlfriend. She wasn’t one to abbreviate an “I love you”. Maybe she just wasn’t having a good day? Tired maybe? She did say she cleaned the whole apartment. He wished he could at least be with her at night but with all their promoting at the moment, it was just a little easier to stay with the kids at the dorms. He’d check in with her when he woke up, maybe send her some food tomorrow.

But he noticed the time between her responses got more and more spaced out and cut down to one or two-word answers. He tried asking her what was wrong but she always said she was fine. It was at the end of the week when one of the guy's managers told him about the dating rumor.

He immediately thought the same as her. Their relationship was caught by fans or div-1. The staff showed him the photos and immediately knew it wasn’t them. Yeah, the guy had the same height and build as him, dressed similarly, and had his face hidden. He thought it was him too for a moment but it was the girl he was with. Complete opposite of Y/n.

He took a closer look at the guy. “That's not me or Y/n. How long has this been out?”

“All week. We knew it wasn’t either of you but we wanted your confirmation.”

All week? The same amount of time Y/n had been acting off. “Fuck,” he sighed

“We can put out a statement denying it and announcing you and Y/n’s relationship,” The manager suggested

“Let me talk to her first. I think she already knows about the rumor.” Chan was thankful it was the end of the day and he finished the last schedule.

He hurried to make his way back home, calling his girlfriend along the way. No answer.

“Hi, you’ve reached Y/n L/n. I can’t come to the phone right now but please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

“Hi, baby. I’m on my way home. We need to talk when I get there. I love you.”

Y/n listened to the voicemail but did nothing. One week had her spiraling. She ended up taking out one of their bottles and pouring herself a drink. Just wanting the thoughts to stop at this point.

She didn’t know how much she had actually been drinking, just that her world was getting blurry a bit. She didn't even register the front door opening.

“Y/n?” Chan’s voice called

He looked around the living room before spotting her in the kitchen. Both kept eye contact before Y/n broke down. Tears slipped from her eyes as she put the glass on the counter.

“Baby,” Chan ran over to her and pulled her into his arms.

“Is there someone else Chan?” Y/n said through tears.

He noticed the bottle of alcohol and felt worse. She’d known about it all week and said nothing. Thinking worse to the point of drinking.

“There’s no one else baby. Let’s get you some water and sit down, okay?”

“Is she an idol? One of the staff?”

God his heart broke hearing that. He should have checked Twitter or social media sooner. Slowly he sat her on the floor and quickly grabbed some water from the fridge for her. He sat down across from her and soothed her tears as best he could before getting her to drink the water.

“Can you look at me, baby?” Chan asked softly

Y/n looked at him, sniffling as she hugged her knees to her chest.

“Let’s go take a nap okay? Sober up a bit and then talk. Okay?”

“Okay…”

Chan reached his hands towards her to help her up and walk with her to the bedroom. “How much did you drink?”

“Don’t know. Just wanted to stop thinking about the rumor,” Y/n said as he got her under the covers. “Things are a bit blurry.”

“Get some sleep for now. I’ll be here when you wake up and then we can talk.”

Y/n sniffled and wrapped her arms around him, trying to keep him close. Chan did the same. Not wanting to let her go at the moment. Y/n let his warmth lull her to sleep.

Both ended up falling asleep till morning. Not intending to but that's what happened. Chan woke up first but refused to get out of bed. First time in a week he got to wake up next to his girlfriend and he wasn’t missing out on anything.

He ran his hand through her hair as he looked down at her sleeping form on his chest. Slowly she started the stir, waking to her pretty boyfriend looking at her with stars in his eyes.

“Good morning baby.”

“Morning,” she grumbled, cuddling into him more, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay baby. I almost believed it too.”

“Doesn't excuse me for accusing you of cheating. Should have talked to you when I saw it.”

“Hey. The company didn't even tell me till yesterday and I knew you had already seen it. I know you get in your head sometimes but, next time you see a dating rumor about me, talk to me.”

“Don't want any more rumors about you.”

“They asked me if I wanted to confirm our relationship. Think that’d keep the dating rumors at bay.” Chan smiled and tilted her face up to him, placing a quick kiss on her lips. “If you don't want to, that's fine baby. But I love you either way. You’re the only one I see a future with.”

Y/n teared up a bit hearing him say that. She cupped his cheeks and pulled him back into a kiss. Chan smiled and pulled her closer to him, moving his lips in sync with hers before pulling away and resting his forehead against hers.

“Tell Stay about us. I’m okay with the world knowing about us.” Y/n told him

“Think you're just being possessive baby,” Chan joked.

“Says you,” Y/n laughed at him

“I’ll call them later. Right now I need to make up for not being around for a week.”

Chan kissed her again and rolled her onto her back, smothering her in kisses and cuddles.

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the-most-humble-blog · 3 days ago

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🧟‍♂️ HATE TO BURST YOUR ZOMBIE-HORDING BUBBLE (But in real life? Y’all wouldn’t be fighting zombies. You’d be laughing while smoking ‘em.)

I know. You’ve got it all planned out. Your Zombieland fantasy. Your Walking Dead cosplay lifestyle. You think when it all goes to hell, you'll become Daryl Dixon overnight with a crossbow, fingerless gloves, and a stone-cold thousand-yard stare while a horde of the undead moans outside your fortified Bass Pro Shop.

You think the power grid collapses, the government falls, and you're out here eating canned beans off a bayonet while fighting off literal corpses in a trench coat made of riot gear.

Sounds cute.

But here’s the truth: Real humans? Are good at killing. Like, insanely good at killing.

If zombies were real?

They wouldn't overrun us. We'd annihilate them so fast it’d make a wildlife conservationist cry.

🔪 REALITY CHECK #1: HUMANS ARE SERIAL KILLERS WITH A CONSCIENCE We’ve survived wolves, tigers, plagues, warlords, each other, and countless extinction events.

We built religions, bombs, and air fryers. We survived the Ice Age without pants. You think a moaning meth-head with half a jaw is going to end civilization?

Please.

If anything, humans would treat zombies like pests.

Neighborhood watch groups would turn into hunting parties. Suburbs would form kill leagues. TikTok would be flooded with #ZombTok tutorials for machete sharpening and viral trends like “How I cleared my HOA of 47 rotters in under 2 minutes.”

🔫 REALITY CHECK #2: MODERN MILITARY + 72 HOURS = GENOCIDE Let’s do the math.

Even at modest mobilization, the U.S. military has:

1.2 million active-duty troops

393 million civilian-owned firearms

6,500+ main battle tanks

Drones that can see your heat signature from space

And bunker-crushing MOABs that can turn an entire infected city block into glass.

You're telling me slow, unarmed, rotting pedestrians are going to outmaneuver trained sociopaths with night vision and air support?

Zombies wouldn’t even make it to Day 4.

🧠 REALITY CHECK #3: ZOMBIES HAVE SHIT TACTICS Let’s break down zombie strategy:

Moan

Walk toward sound

Bite if lucky

That’s it.

No stealth. No camouflage. No coordinated attacks. Just moist gurgling in traffic.

In real life, they’d be sniped, burned, tased, trapped, dumped into pits, run over, and exploited for sport within the first 48 hours.

We’d have entire YouTube channels dedicated to zombie obliteration ASMR. Merch drops. Fan cams. Season passes.

They wouldn't be "winning." They’d be streamed in 4K and monetized to death.

🏹 REALITY CHECK #4: REDNECKS, MILITIA DADS, AND DIY PSYCHOS WOULD GET BORED Every town’s got at least one guy who owns 19 guns “for raccoons,” built a bunker “just in case,” and jerks off to Joe Rogan podcasts.

You really think he’s not ready?

That dude would have the entire county cleared by breakfast and still be asking:

“So uh… when does the real war start?”

And don’t even get me started on rural communities. They’d treat the apocalypse like a church barbecue with kill scores.

🧬 OBSCURE, HORRIFYINGLY TRUE FACTS:

Genghis Khan’s forces wiped out 11% of the global population with horses, bows, and zero antibiotics.

Ants have been known to build bridges out of their dead. Humans? We built civilizations out of stacked skulls.

The average human has enough jaw strength to bite off a finger— but won’t, because society told us not to. Take away the rules? You think we won't bite back?

☣️ THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE YOU ENVISION = THE SHORTEST MASSACRE IN HISTORY Zombies wouldn’t last long enough for a plot twist. They’d be rounded up like cattle, studied, and pit-fought for betting apps.

There’d be sponsorship deals. Limited-edition zombie sneakers. Fashion lines called “Rot Couture.”

Half of Hollywood would star in zombie hunting reality shows before the midterms. Netflix would greenlight 13 documentaries and a prequel drama.

You’d be scrolling Twitter in a recliner while the last pack of infected gets bulldozed by a retired oil tycoon on Twitch.

🩸 SO WHY DO WE LOVE ZOMBIES? Because they give us permission to fantasize about clean violence. No guilt. No consequences. Just mowing down monsters that used to be your boss.

But in real life? You wouldn't be scared. You’d be desensitized by lunch.

The real horror isn't the undead. It's how efficient we are at erasing them.

🧃 TL;DR?

You want a zombie apocalypse because deep down, you want an excuse to unleash the part of yourself society made you leash.

But sorry to burst your fantasy: it wouldn’t be survival. It would be slaughter.

And humans? We’d be too good at it.

So good that by Week Two, we’d be lobbying Congress to put zombies on an endangered species list.

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📦 This post—and other brutal truth payloads—will join the vault soon. Because some fantasies need to be corrected with statistical violence and sociological fire.

The Patreon archive awaits. You're welcome.

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jcmarchi · 8 months ago

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What’s Old is New

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What’s Old is New

I collect a bunch of links in a bookmarks folder. These are things I fully intend to read, and I do — eventually. It’s a good thing bookmarks are digital, otherwise, I’d need a bigger coffee table to separate them from the ever-growing pile of magazines.

The benefit of accumulating links is that the virtual pile starts revealing recurring themes. Two seemingly unrelated posts published a couple months apart may congeal and become more of a dialogue around a common topic.

I spent time pouring through a pile of links I’d accumulated over the past few weeks and noticed a couple of trending topics. No, that’s not me you’re smelling — there’s an aroma of nostalgia in the air., namely a newfound focus on learning web fundamentals and some love for manual deployments.

Web Developers, AI, and Development Fundamentals

Alvaro Montero:

Ultimately, it is not about AI replacing developers, but about developers adapting and evolving with the tools. The ability to learn, understand, and apply the fundamentals is essential because tools will only take you so far without the proper foundation.

ShopTalk 629: The Great Divide, Global Design + Web Components, and Job Titles

Chris and Dave sound off on The Great Divide in this episode and the rising value of shifting back towards fundamentals:

Dave: But I think what is maybe missing from that is there was a very big feeling of disenfranchisement from people who are good and awesome at CSS and JavaScript and HTML. But then were being… The market was shifting hard to these all-in JavaScript frameworks. And a lot of people were like, “I don’t… This is not what I signed up for.”

[…]

Dave: Yeah. I’m sure you can be like, “Eat shit. That’s how it is, kid.” But that’s also devaluing somebody’s skillset. And I think what the market is proving now is if you know JavaScript or know HTML, CSS, and regular JavaScript (non-framework JavaScript), you are once again more valuable because you understand how a line of CSS can replace 10,000 lines of JavaScript – or whatever it is.

Chris: Yeah. Maybe it’s coming back just a smidge–

Dave: A smidge.

Chris: –that kind of respecting the fundamental stuff because there’s been churn since then, since five years ago. Now it’s like these exclusively React developers we hired, how useful are they anymore? Were they a little too limited and fundamental people are knowing more? I don’t know. It’s hard to say that the job industry is back when it doesn’t quite feel that way to me.

Dave: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, who knows. I just think the value in knowing CSS and HTML, good HTML, are up more than they maybe were five years ago.

Just a Spec: HTML Finally Gets the Respect It Deserves

Jared and Ayush riffin’ on the first ever State of HTML survey, why we need it, and whether “State of…” surveys are representative of people who work with HTML.

[…] once you’ve learned about divs and H’s 1 through 6, what else is there to know? Quite a lot, as it turns out. Once again, we drafted Lea Verou to put her in-depth knowledge of the web platform to work and help us craft a survey that ended up reaching far beyond pure HTML to cover accessibility, web components, and much more.

[…]

You know, it’s perfectly fine to be an expert at HTML and CSS and know very little JavaScript. So, yeah, I think it’s important to note that as we talk about the survey, because the survey is a snapshot of just the people who know about the survey and answer the questions, right? It’s not necessarily representative of the broad swath of people around the world who have used HTML at all.

[…]

So yeah, a lot of interest in HTML. I’m talking about HTML. And yeah, in the conclusion, Lea Verou talks about we really do have this big need for more extensibility of HTML.

In a more recent episode:

I’m not surprised. I mean, when someone who’s only ever used React can see what HTML does, I think it’s usually a huge revelation to them.

[…]

It just blows their minds. And it’s kind of like you just don’t know what you’re missing out on up to a point. And there is a better world out there that a lot of folks just don’t know about.

[…]

I remember a while back seeing a post come through on social media somewhere, somebody’s saying, oh, I just tried working with HTML forms, just standard HTML forms the first time and getting it to submit stuff. And wait, it’s that easy?

Yeah, last year when I was mentoring a junior developer with the Railsworld conference website, she had come through Bootcamp and only ever done React, and I was showing her what a web component does, and she’s like, oh, man, this is so cool. Yeah, it’s the web platform.

Reckoning: Part 4 — The Way Out

Alex Russell in the last installment of an epic four-part series well worth your time to fully grasp the timeline, impact, and costs of modern JavsaScript frameworks to today’s development practices:

Never, ever hire for JavaScript framework skills. Instead, interview and hire only for fundamentals like web standards, accessibility, modern CSS, semantic HTML, and Web Components. This is doubly important if your system uses a framework.

Semi-Annual Reminder to Learn and Hire for Web Standards

Adrian Roselli:

This is a common cycle. Web developers tire of a particular technology — often considered the HTML killer when released — and come out of it calling for a focus on the native web platform. Then they decide to reinvent it yet again, but poorly.

There are many reasons companies won’t make deep HTML / CSS / ARIA / SVG knowledge core requirements. The simplest is the commoditization of the skills, partly because framework and library developers have looked down on the basics.

The anchor element

Heydon Pickering in a series dedicated to HTML elements, starting alphabetically with the good ol’ anchor <a>:

Sometimes, the <a> is referred to as a hyperlink, or simply a link. But it is not one of these and people who say it is one are technically wrong (the worst kind of wrong).

[…]

Web developers and content editors, the world over, make the mistake of not making text that describes a link actually go inside that link. This is collosally unfortunate, given it’s the main thing to get right when writing hypertext.

AI Myth: It lets me write code I can’t on my own

Chris Ferndandi:

At the risk of being old and out-of-touch: if you don’t know how to write some code, you probably shouldn’t use code that Chat GPT et al write for you.

[…]

It’s not bulletproof, but StackOverflow provides opportunities to learn and understand the code in a way that AI-generated code does not.

What Skills Should You Focus on as Junior Web Developer in 2024?

Frontend Masters:

Let’s not be old-man-shakes-fist-at-kids.gif about this, but learning the fundamentals of tech is demonstrateably useful. It’s true in basketball, it’s true for the piano, and it’s true in making websites. If you’re aiming at a long career in websites, the fundamentals are what powers it.

[…]

The point of the fundamentals is how long-lasting and transferrable the knowledge is. It will serve you well no matter what other technologies a job might have you using, or when the abstractions over them change, as they are want to do.

As long as we’re talking about learning the fundamentals…

The Basics

Oh yeah, and of course there’s this little online course I released this summer for learning HTML and CSS fundamentals that I describe like this:

The Basics is more for your clients who do not know how to update the website they paid you to make. Or the friend who’s learning but still keeps bugging you with questions about the things they’re reading. Or your mom, who still has no idea what it is you do for a living. It’s for those whom the entry points are vanishing. It’s for those who could simply sign up for a Squarespace account but want to understand the code it spits out so they have more control to make a site that uniquely reflects them.

Not all this nostalgia is reserved only for HTML and CSS, but for deploying code, too. A few recent posts riff on what it might look like to ship code with “buildless” or near “buildless” workflows.

Raw-Dogging Websites

Brad Frost:

It is extraordinarily liberating. Yes, there are some ergonomic inefficiencies, but at the end of the day it comes out in the wash. You might have to copy-and-paste some HTML, but in my experience I’d spend that much time or more debugging a broken build or dependency hell.

Going Buildless

Max Böck in a follow-up to Brad:

So, can we all ditch our build tools soon?

Probably not. I’d say for production-grade development, we’re not quite there yet. Performance tradeoffs are a big part of it, but there are lots of other small problems that you’d likely run into pretty soon once you hit a certain level of complexity.

For smaller sites or side projects though, I can imagine going the buildless route – just to see how far I can take it.

Manual ’till it hurts

Jeremy Keith in a follow-up to Max:

If you’re thinking that your next project couldn’t possibly be made without a build step, let me tell you about a phrase I first heard in the indie web community: “Manual ‘till it hurts”. It’s basically a two-step process:

Start doing what you need to do by hand.

When that becomes unworkable, introduce some kind of automation.

It’s remarkable how often you never reach step two.

I’m not saying premature optimisation is the root of all evil. I’m just saying it’s premature.

That’s it for this pile of links and good gosh my laptop feels lighter for it. Have you read other recent posts that tread similar ground? Share ’em in the comments.

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absainte · 1 year ago

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i just remembered an old embarassment.

you know, one of those that keeps you up at night.

i started blogging at a tender age of 13 and at first i used internet cafés to do so but later on, our town finally got lan and we were connected to the whole world! and the whole world was exposed to me who should wear safety hazard warnings.

you see, when i started writing a blog on blog.pl (gone :( ), it cost a whole 10 zlotys to make (10 quid) and nobody had online payments or digital bank accounts - we had to send a text that cost that much, which was fairly ingenious back then.

here's the thing - blog.pl was a great piece of software and it wss dead simple. i have never encountered similar ever again and i looked! they adapted the code from a german project but i have recently viewed the original and it was more complex. old blogspot kind of matched it but was less braindead in the coding department. in other words - i immediately dedicated myself to committing unholy abominations.

it started with my neighbour upstairs. i lived in a flat converted from a flower shop/poker club/strip club on the 7th floor that my mum made residential (she worked at the housing association that administered it back then) while the 8th floor had utility rooms and 2 flats - one belonged to a couple of serial cheaters and the other tended to have students. the guy living there when I was 13 invested in faster internet (our speed was half of modem one while he was 4x more) and a cd burner so he was the king of the neighbourhood and provided everyone with software/games/films. to be fair, lan used to be open back then too and we all had public sharing folders, which were great and actually worked fast. i recall that i played gta 3 on someone's pc without needing to move the files.

back to the sin that my neighbour has committed - he gave my mum a cd with frontpage saying that it's probably like excel and i might like it as i fancied every piece of software sorting information (i still do!). at first, i used it like i have used word and then i figured out that if i paste the code from the blogging portal into it - it lets me move the elements. i proceeded to break absolutely everything.

main post container? table. sidebar? table. metatags? tables inside of tables. buttons? ... iframes ... inside tables. any images? tables that i edited to get bigger or smaller pictures because i had no clue that i could manipulate photos. how did it all look? like a bunch of tables escaping one another because they all hated the horrendous colour schemes that i made. yes, i had no clue what screen resolution was.

due to it all being fresh back then - everyone else was starting in the same manner as me as barely anyone specialised in anything internet-related. all of the polish personal websites were mainly those blogs and you could read the whole daily feed of them in hours (at first ... just one hour). it grew and with it - i learnt to steal better code from other people ;) . divs were like a holy grail to me and allowed me to churn out designs with the energy of a hyperfixated teenager - i changed my whole blog every week!

this led me to the tragic event that i am trying to write about. during summer of 2003 - i had a whim to make my blog look very beachy and that meant one thing - i had a huge header image featuring random anime girls with big tits in their swimming costumes. did i ask myself if that would blind people? nope. did i think that it might make some uncomfortable? nope. did i see any sexual undertones and connotations to this? nope. did i look into fan service in anime? nah.

so, what's the issue if I probably changed it a week later? the issue was a new trend popping up and that had been satirical blog review blogs. does anyone remember sporking from the ancient times of livejournal? it was like that. everyone important submitted their sites to be brutally torn apart and i loved reading those posts because each author seemed convinced their little corner of the internet was perfect. the writers of the most popular blog of this kind did complement well-made and well-managed blogs regardless of someone's skill level so people took pride in those reviews.

i was convinced mine would get a glowing review too and that the whole bus would give me a standing ovation! boobs weren't a hit with the reviewers or my overuse of font effects and clashing colours but we all know that it is all about the writing! they looked into the most recent posts and mine were... yeah... surreal disasters.

what did 2003-me think about the world? how did i view it and how did i interact with it? nobody will ever know, because i have chosen to write novels about my inability to pack my stuff so that i could go out of town, and about my broken toilet and a whole thesis while cold milk is superior to hot milk in cereal (it is!)

the first post detailed how much i struggled with finding a bag to fit all of my books and cds into, so i decided to be a menace and packed it all into a fridge. somehow, my clothing or anything else was less important and never got mentioned but i doubt i packed it. the second post was written about the very next day where i bemoaned my broken loo and described each of my actions connected to using it which consisted of boiling some water and pouring it down the pipes, then doing the same with cold water and i spent pages upon pages of text repeating all of this. finally, the angry milk-venting post arrived on the third day and i detailed the whole of an argument between me and mum on who is correct about cereal.

i thought these posts were little, shiny, heritage gems of surreal polish essayist aesthetic and i wish i were kidding but i was a pretentious teenager who followed naturists back then and admired a poet writing about his furnace and about his curtains.

my poor blog was deemed unreadable. i was furiously livid for a week but i managed to move on after summer harvest, because i really liked driving a tractor and enjoyed photographic my cousin running away from the cows. both events became posts later on but the critics never read them!

who wants to read about my loo?

#blogging #old web #shame #embarassing #teenage mistakes #cringe

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thedripclub · 1 year ago

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The Importance of Choosing a Qualified Tattoo Laser Removal Specialist

Tattoo laser removal has been a rising topic online, with people regretting tattoos they have gotten early on and desiring to have these tattoos removed. Choosing a reputable tattoo removal specialist is as vital as choosing a respected tattoo artist. To keep you guided, here is an article addressing the importance of finding a reputable specialist to remove your tattoo as soon as possible.

The Rise of Tattoo Regret

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Understanding the Tattoo Removal Process

Tattoo laser removal involves using a high-intensity light beam or laser to break down the tattoo pigments. Typically, the number of sessions varies according to the size of the tattoo and colours involved. In the process, the patient or client is given a pair of protective eye shields, and the tattoo remover will then test the patient’s skin for any possible reactions from the laser.

Equipment and Safety Measures

Another factor to consider when choosing a qualified tattoo removal specialist is the equipment and safety measures taken. A qualified specialist has access to the latest equipment and will follow the set safety protocols to ensure everyone is safe in the process.

The Role of Certification and Licensing

In Australia, to get a certificate and licence for removing tattoos, one must comply with the following:

Laser safety course

Tattoo laser removal course

At least five years experience as a Div. 1 RN

Current AHPRA registration as a Div. 1 RN

Although only specific states require certification and licensing in tattoo laser removal, not having a certificate or licence minimises the chances of securing medical malpractice insurance.

Individuals may also prefer to opt for centres with a certification and licence to remove their tattoos (s). Securing a certificate and licence instils a certain confidence in customers. They are sure you know what you are doing as a service provider and have done everything to remove tattoos safely. At the Drip Club, we provide laser removal services for tattoos as an outpatient procedure, usually just three to ten treatment sessions.

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Conclusion

There are more factors that contribute to choosing a tattoo removal specialist. But the points mentioned above are undoubtedly important factors to take into account. Various centres offer similar services, but choosing a service provider that emphasises the importance of safety and patient comfort is essential. When it comes to cosmetic procedures, The Drip Club is a leader in the industry that makes you look and feel good. Book an appointment with us today and have your tattoo laser removal with us!

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parkers-gal · 4 years ago

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Hi. I was wondering if you could do a tomxreader story where the reader does the ‘slam the car door prank’ and Harrison and his brothers are all in the car going “ OH you f-cked up man”

hope u like<33

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Today was just a low-key Saturday spent with Tom and the boys: Harry, Harrison, Sam and Tuwaine.

Sure, you don’t play as many video games as them, and you don’t go through as many beers as them, but you consider yourself just as close to them as Tom is. It’s sweet really, even if you all don’t always get along.

Tonight, you’re voting on where to eat dinner. You bargained for Italian food, but after Tom brought up barbecue, everyone had outvoted you and you ended up going into town for some good roasted meat.

Tom sat beside you, hand on your thigh while everyone eats and converses about last week’s golf results and an upcoming project Harrison has. You can’t help but feel a little neglected, but you’re not upset about it. You like the opportunity to stay on the sideline and observe Tom in his home, being with his family and those he truly cares about.

Harry and Tuwaine go to the bathroom together while fighting about who spilled the sauce on Harry’s hand. You’re chuckling to yourself, on your phone and scrolling through your for-you-page. You scroll across a certain trend you want to try out immediately. Tom pays the check while Harrison flirts with the waitress who, by the looks of it, seems to be flirting back. You’re proven correct when she gives him her number.

“Sorry we couldn’t get Italian, love,” Tom says after setting the bill down and putting his wallet back in his pocket.

It’s the first time you’ve truly talked to him in the last seven hours. You smile, shaking your head. “‘S fine. No worries, baby.”

He smiles, wrapping an arm around you while Harry and Tuwaine come back.

“We ready to go?”

Harrison nods, waving goodbye to the waitress and you scoot out of the booth, linking your hands with Tom. The six of you make your way to the minivan. Tom has the keys, so you call shotgun, something that has Harry and Sam groaning.

“You got it on the way!”

“Well you got your barbecue so it’s only fair!”

“I thought we were going to get ice cream because you didn’t get to eat your Italian food,” Harry brought up.

“Yeah!” Sam says while climbing into the backseat. You roll your eyes while sitting in the front seat.

Tom ends up getting into the conversation, distracting himself just enough to give you the perfect opportunity to set your phone up and start recording the prank.

“Oh shit,” You mumble, pretending to search through your purse.

“What’s up, love?” Tom asks, twisting back around in his seat to face forward, eyes trained on you.

“I think I left my keys at the table.” You look up, and when Tom doesn’t offer to go get them for you (you suspected he wouldn’t, so you didn’t expect it from him or anyone for that matter), you pretend to scoff quietly. “I’ll be right back.”

You open the car door, stepping out before slamming it loudly and harshly. The car is dead silent, watching as you make your way back into the building.

“Oh man…” Sam trails off, scratching his head.

“You seriously fucked up,” Harrison comments and Tom’s eyes go wide while he turns around to look at them.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Harry laughs humorlessly. “She’s so obviously pissed.”

“Why?” Tom expresses his worry.

“You didn’t get the dinner she wanted? You didn’t go get her keys for her? You didn’t talk to her at all today?” Tuwaine offers from the backseat.

Tom curses under his breath, but when Harry points towards the front of the car, they see you approaching and rush around to act normal. Tom spins back around in his driver’s seat, and as you open the car door, he swallows his heart and takes a deep breath.

You slam the car door again, something that makes Tom wince. When you finally settle into the seat, hands clasped on your lap, Tom turns to look at you with guilty eyes. You can’t believe the video is still recording.

“Y/N/N…” he says softly. “I’m sorry, love.”

You look at him with furrowed brows.

“I know you didn’t really want barbecue and I should’ve just let you get it but I’m a div and I’m really sorry and we can go get ice cream right now and watch whatever movie you want for movie night. I’m really sorry, please don’t be ang-”

“Tom, Tom, Tom,” You slow him down, hands shooting up to try and suppress your laugh. “Tom, it was a tiktok prank.”

“A what?”

“A… uh, a tiktok prank.” You repeat it quietly.

You hear Harry laugh first and Tom looks at him wildly before pointing to the phone.

“You mean- you mean that was a- a joke? You’re not actually mad at me?”

You reach across the car console to hold his face in both your hands. “No, baby, I’m not.”

“Oh thank fuck,” he breathes out, pulling you towards him for a kiss. It lasts longer than any of the boys like.

“Okay, gross. I want ice cream now, so get the car started.” Harrison pretends to gag and him and Sam snicker in the backseat.

Tom rolls his eyes but starts the car nonetheless. He looks at you with a soft smile, one you mirror.

“So… any movie, you say?”

“We’re not watching Pretty Woman again, Y/N!”

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mrs-hollandstan · 4 years ago

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Idk if your taking requests but can you write one about that new trend (it might be old by now lol) were the bf is playing a video game and the gf just crawls into his lap to see what hes gonna do.

So cuteee

Since his ad for Final Fantasy, Tom has been quite obsessed with playing video games. He'd gone for things like Final Fantasy and COD, and he liked them, but he totally was the kind of guy that liked Mario Kart, Minecraft, Dead By Daylight, and Fortnite more. More often than not, Harrison, Tuwaine, Sam, and/or Harry were on a conference call with him when he played.

More often than not, he played and you watched or went to work or cleaned the house.

You smile as you walk into the living room, listening to Tom panic as his team is slaughtered. You set up your camera before moving forward. His eyes don't move from the TV until you're slithering beneath his hands which grip a cordless controller. Only once you're straddling him do his eyes move to your face, shock etched in them,

"Well hi." He murmurs. You giggle, chattering coming through his headphones, but he ignores it as he drops the controller from one hand, his now free hand coming up to press over your hip. You thread your fingers through his hair,

"Hi handsome. You've been busy and I thought I'd come see you." You reason. He leans up and kisses you, tossing his controller aside and clicking off the headset when the boys in a call with him complain about you and their brother's antics while they're still listening,

"Divs." He murmurs as he dumps you on the couch. You giggle as he tickles you softly, wide smile crossing his face. You squeal and squirm,

"You little vixen you. Tryna get a rise out of me and all." You giggle again, holding his hands over your sides, squeezing his fingers. He kneels between your legs, leaning in to kiss you,

"It worked though didn't it?" You ask. He shrugs,

"Yeah… now I'm focused on you."

"Oh thank God, I was hoping you'd make me alfredo. Now you can." He clicks his tongue,

"I thought you liked Sam's alfredo."

"You literally got the recipe. I expect it to be perfect." Leaning on his elbow beside you, he sighs, staring up at you,

"You're a little weasel."

"Which am I, a vixen or a weasel?" You ask with a cocky smirk. He chuckles,

"You're neither, you're you're nuisance." He murmurs. Before he can stand, you grab his waist, holding him leaned above you,

"I love you." You murmur. He smiles, leaning in to kiss you softly again. He nods,

"I know. I love you too baby." He mumbles before he's standing and heading to the kitchen with a sigh, rummaging through drawers to find his recipe. And the only thing that makes this whole thing better? Knowing you captured the whole thing on video.

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actualaster · 3 years ago

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Me, on Twit: "oh, look! Div*nity and Lightf*ll are trending!" *marks "not interested" because I am NOT touching whatever people are screaming about with a 10 foot stick*

#im guessing its the div nerf which while not great isnt as bad as i feared #im more sad about certain exotics i love losing the full-auto from the catalyst tbh #that said some of the wording really calls back the most nasty of arguments that devolved in ableism real quick so. :/

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onewithnomightypowers · 4 years ago

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clandestine (chapter 7)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 7: rabbit hole

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. omg THE LAST CHAPTER!!!! i hope you guys like this chapter!! feedback is always appreciated. thanks for reading <3

warnings: drinking, cursing, hate comments

word count: 1.6k

important: bold and italic are character thoughts

series masterlist main masterlist chapter 6

Love, easy it comes and easy it goes. Y/N and Haz’ calamitous love had no tracks ahead of it. The only thing they could do was jump off the train before it crashed and burned. Y/N took that step and fell on Tom’s doorstep. When Haz saw her leave, he understood that hurt couldn’t save a dying soul, so he jumped too, causing their marriage to fall off a hill.

They left the hobbit’s room with a sea of change in their aura. Both had bloodshot eyes from all the rivers they swam through. “I will go settle the tab”, Haz said without meeting her eyes. Y/N walked towards her driver, Arnold, who was standing near the main entrance, eager to tell her about the situation outside.

“There is a herd of paparazzi out there, ma’am”, he said.

Y/N hummed in acknowledgment.

“Shall we go?” Haz walked over to them.

“Yeah”, her voice was small and dry.

Arnold opened the door and stayed ahead to make way for them in between the storm of people. They were all screaming something over one another, making it hard to understand. Haz and Y/N had their heads down, trying to hide the stained cheeks from the blinding lights. Haz clutched Y/N’s hand protectively, out of habit.

They made their way inside the car, parked not so far away from the pub.

“You can stay with me tonight, you’re leaving for New York tomorrow morning anyway”, Y/N said looking outside the window.

“It's fine Y/N, I can get a hotel room”

“No, I insist”, her eyes focused on the lamp heads passing them by.

“Okay, I’ll take the couch”

“You can sleep on the bed, with me”

Haz found Y/N’s hand in the dark backseat and squeezed it affectionately.

That night was the last time they slept together in the same bed. When Y/N woke up the next morning, he was already gone. He left a note on the refrigerator that read, ‘thank you for everything’. A bittersweet smile took over her face.

Y/N needed some time to herself, but she also needed to inform people about her decision. She craft an email to her manager, agent and her lawyer. All of them were sent the exact same email.

Harrison and I have decided to end our marriage. I would like to file for divorce as soon as possible, and the process should be civil. I will be unavailable for a few days, so do what you have to with the news.

Y/N

She also sent her parents that email but as a text on the family group chat.

It’s short and to the point, let’s hope they don’t call me with a million questions.

When it came to Tom, she noticed that he had sent her an image a few seconds ago. It was a screenshot of a TMZ article. The headline was, ‘Y/N left her movie premiere early to meet her husband’, it wasn’t jarring but the photo underneath the headline was. Haz was holding Y/N’s hand as tightly he physically could, both of their bodies looked tired and Y/N’s makeup was all messed up. She hadn’t noticed any of that in the moment, last night.

Tom sent her another text.

Tom: Are you ok?

Y/N: not really, I’m filing for divorce

Tom: oh, do you want me to come over?

Y/N: I think I want some time to myself right now

Y/N: I’ll probably watch Gilmore girls the whole weekend

Tom: ok, I’m here if you need anything

Tom: love you

Y/N: you too

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On Monday, the news broke. The whole world now knew that their marriage was over. The news outlets tried their best to be creative with headlines.

‘Their kingdom has come and gone: Harrison and Y/N file for divorce’

‘Harrison and Y/N, Hollywood’s perfect couple not so perfect anymore’

These were some of the most impressive ones according to Y/N’s management team but they decided to keep it to themselves. No one had heard from Y/N since Saturday. Even though she had told them that she would be unavailable, they still sent emails, warning her to stay off social media sites, especially twitter, the creator of hate wagons.

Twitter was not kind to her at all. Their divorce was trending in the entertainment section. Many people thought that it was their right to comment on this situation. They had a lot to say, mostly about Y/N.

Y/N would often find herself diving into the rabbit hole of her trending tag. She would read almost everything they had to say about her, the good and the bad, but the bad overwhelmed the good.

‘She was only in it to get famous’

‘She ugly if I was Harrison then I would drop that ass too’

‘She is so fake’

‘Harrison is better off without her’

‘She was def cheating on him’

‘Why would someone even love Y/N’

She didn’t notice, but this was getting to her. She would constantly stare at her reflection, picking her appearance apart because someone on the internet called her ugly. Y/N would rethink everything she ever said in front of the media wondering whether she sounded fake or not. She would wake in the middle of the night, pacing like a ghost, thinking she didn’t deserve Tom at all and that he would realise soon enough.

All would be lost.

Even though she thought no one noticed that she was slowly losing her mind, Tom did. He would look at her touching her face, getting lost in deep thoughts. He could feel her tossing and turning in the bed, every night. He would look through her while she’s looking through her phone. Her leg would never stop fidgeting while at rest. He noticed everything.

He took it upon himself to save her from the demons. It was late evening, Tom picked Y/N up from the set. The whole ride home, Y/N was on her phone, mindlessly scrolling through her twitter, reading every inch and every corner. No words could escape her.

When they reached home Y/N informed Tom that she was going to take a shower. Tom was in the kitchen getting the food ready, when he saw Y/N’s phone unattended on the kitchen island. He was tempted to go through with his plan.

He picked up her phone and unlocked it, he knew her password. He went on deleting every social media app from her phone and also changed his contact DP on her phone. Earlier it was an embarrassing childhood photo, he changed it to a scanned Polaroid photo of them together.

Y/N came out with a towel tied up her head. She grabbed two plates from the cabinet and set them on the island.

“What are you making?” she asks him.

“Rice paper rolls”

“So we’re having Vietnamese today, interesting”, she grabbed her phone to check her Instagram.

Where the fuck are all my apps?

“I think my phone has some defect, the Instagram and twitter apps got deleted”, Y/N says vigorously swiping through her phone.

“That’s not a defect I did that”, Tom served the dinner.

“You did what? You have no right to go through my phone and delete apps without my permission, Tom.”

“It’s for your own good, all of that shit was getting to your head”, he said calmly.

“No it wasn’t” she poorly defended herself.

“Yes it was, you were letting some random divs tell you what you are worth. That’s fucked up, babe”

She lets out a loud grunt, filled with frustration.

They both ate in silence, only the crunch of vegetables audible.

After Tom was done with his dinner, he got up, placed his dish in the sink, picked up his coat from the sofa and walked towards the door. Y/N’s eyes never stopped following his figure.

“I think I should go back to my apartment”, before Y/N could reply, Tom was out of the door.

They didn’t talk for a day but Y/N realised how peaceful she felt without having other people’s opinions being fed to her constantly. She felt less insecure about her body, her personality and especially Tom.

He loves me so much that he was ready to invade my privacy to help me.

She decides to call Tom, noticing the unfamiliar photo on his contact. The phone rung, he picked it up on the second ring.

“You little shit changed your photo, huh” her smile was audible.

“I did and I’m sorry”

“No, I’m sorry. You were right, I do feel better with all the noise gone, but you know what would make me feel much better, you, here with me”

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Tom came over almost instantly, it was like he was already halfway to her apartment when she called. They were on the couch, watching a movie on Y/N’s laptop. Y/N had her head on Tom’s lap and he was playing with her hair.

Holding her breath, Y/N slowly said, “You didn’t need to save me, you know”

“I know”, he replies nonchalantly.

“But the real question is, would you run away with me?”

“Of course, where to darling?”

“Somewhere no one can find us and it’s only the two of us”, she scrunches her face.

“Do you remember the first time we kissed, at the pub?”

“Yeah”, she replied, fondly remembering that moment.

“You said we should go to Ireland together and I said don’t make empty promises”

“Well, do you want to run away to Ireland with me?”

“Yes”, he bent downwards and kissed her softly.

THE END

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the-most-humble-blog · 2 days ago

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🚨 This is the one Tumblr tried to suppress. The post that made the algorithm flinch.

Soon to migrate to the vault. Read while you still can.***

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💿 **DO ME BABY — A PENTHOUSE PRAYER IN RED DRESS DEVOTION**

youtube

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You thought yearning was invented by Spotify playlists and thirst traps?

No, baby.

The '80s left claw marks on the mirror.

The *real ones* whispered their surrender in silk and called it elegance.

Tonight we study one of the sacred artifacts:

> *“Do Me Baby” — Meli'sa fcking Morgan.*

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🔥 Her dress was red.

Not burgundy.

Not wine.

**Red.**

The kind of red that meant *you were done being strong.*

💄 Her hair was big.

Her skin was **ebony-lit moonlight**.

And she was standing alone in a Wall Street penthouse

**like a goddess disguised as a heartbroken executive’s hallucination.**

Every light behind her still, every surface watching.

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And on the stairwell?

A man. Perhaps me.

Powerful. Shadowy.

Mouth slightly open.

Unmoving.

**Entranced.**

Not by her body.

By her *vulnerability*.

By the *danger* in her voice

when she said:

> “Do me baby…

> like you never done before…”

📼 And the world tilted.

The music didn't play.

It *coiled around your ribs*

and made you remember someone who never said it

but **meant it like this.**

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This isn’t about sex.

This is about **collapse as confession**.

She wasn’t begging.

She was *summoning.*

Calling something inhuman and unnamable to take her apart

and build her again from the part of her spine

that still **ached when love was real.**

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🖤 There is no TikTok trend for this.

There is no emoji that explains

the kind of woman who can stand in heels and say:

> “Take me.

But make me *want* it.”

And mean every syllable.

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She didn’t perform for the camera.

She performed for **God** and for **Him** and for **every woman who ever wanted to be wanted that badly

by someone she respected.**

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So here’s your writing lesson:

📍 You want to write lust?

📍 You want to write romance?

📍 You want to make someone reblog you with trembling fingers?

Then **bleed.**

Make your characters *ache into satin.*

Make them stand in the doorway like they’re going to war with their own dignity

and say:

> **“Do me… but make it *matter.*”**

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This was a music video.

But it was also

a holy text

for anyone who ever knew love wasn’t always loud.

Sometimes it just stood in red,

and *waited to be ruined correctly.*

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sidecarghost · 5 years ago

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Spn 12x11 “Regarding Dean” Canon Divergent Destiel Fic

Suptober20 - Day 26 Walk of Shame

Notes: Dean and Castiel both get a chance to ride the mechanical bull in this canon div fic.

Dean feels a cool breeze and reaches for a blanket to wrap himself in. But his hand finds nothing but... grass? His head pounds and his eyes protest as he wills them open. So, at some point his latest escapades got him passed out in a field. He pushes himself up into a seated position. The feral bunny that had been nuzzled into his side gives him a look of reproach.

“Hey little buddy,” Dean tells the bunny. “Do you know how I got here?”

The bunny hops away. Dean realizes he is missing some things like his phone, car keys, and clothes. He just has his brown bear boxer-briefs on. So last night either went really well or really bad. Sam would know. Just gotta give him a call. Dean walks in a random direction hoping to find someone for help.

Dean doesn’t have to look long, as he almost trips over a dude sleeping along the trail. This guy is following Dean’s trend of wearing underwear as sleepwear for the great outdoors. “Hey,” Dean reaches a foot out to tap the sleeping dude.

“Hey yourself,” a deep voice groggily answers.

“Cas?” Dean questions.

The not quite awake Castiel rolls over and squints at Dean. “Hello Dean,” he says. “You aren’t wearing any pants.” Castiel informs his friend.

“Yeah Cas,” Dean responds. “I’m not the only one.”

“So it would seem. Let me know when you solve the mystery of our wayward clothes.” Castiel yawns and begins to nod off again.

***

“Cas, what are you doing? You don’t sleep remember?”

“That does sound like something I’ve said,” Castiel admits.

“Come on buddy. Let’s try to find someone that can help us.” Dean tells the nearly comatose angel.

Castiel moans in a way that Dean decides is unfairly pornographic. Dean then finds himself staring as Castiel performs a full body stretch by reaching his arms back behind his head and stretching his feet out in the opposite direction. This maneuver causes all the well toned muscles on Castiel’s body to flex. Damn, Dean thinks, walking with Castiel in his underwear just got way more awkward.

“I’m going up the trail. Catch up when you can,” Dean tells Castiel as he hastily retreats away from his friend.

After a few minutes, Castiel has caught up to Dean on the trail and they see a park up ahead. Dean would rather not get arrested for public indecency, so he tries to think of a plan to somehow get a phone without exposing himself.

“Cas we can’t just walk into a park in our skivvies,” Dean says. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Um... if Sam was an angel we could pray to him to bring us clothes.”

“Do we know any angels that aren’t dicks and could help us?” Dean asks.

“No,” Castiel admits. “Networking has always been a challenge for me.“

“No worries Cas, nobody’s perfect.” Dean responds. As Dean considers their next move, he notices a runner in the park. The runner is the size of a small giant, and he has his trademark long, flowing hair partially covered by a beanie. “Hey Cas, look we are saved!” Dean shouts, “SAMMY!”

Sam turns at the sound of his name and runs up to Dean and Castiel. “Uh, why are you guys wearing nothing but your underwear in the woods?”

“I don’t know Sammy. Cas and I just woke up here. I can’t remember anything from yesterday.” Dean tells his brother.

“I know what happened. Apparently the memory curse doesn’t affect angels.” Castiel tells the brothers. “Dean and I went to a bar last night, and the bar had a mechanical bull.”

“Oh, wow a mechanical bull! How awesome is that?” Dean says excitedly.

“Yeah, you said the same thing last night, Dean. Anyway, Dean dared me to ride the bull. I knew if my vessel had full range of motion I would have more success at riding through the bucks.

“So I removed my trench coat, suit jacket, tie, and shirt. I still had my wifebeater on to preserve my vessel’s decency. I also removed my shoes and socks and hiked up my pants to help with gripping the bull between my legs. Dean must have been impressed with my performance because I could feel his eyes fixed on me while I rolled my hips through every buck that bull took me on.

“After my turn, I asked Dean what he thought of my riding. He responded with some unintelligible swear words. I went to grab my shirt, but Dean grabbed me by the arm before I could put it back on. I turned to look at him, and Dean fixed his eyes on mine.

“Dean had lowered his voice to barely a whisper when he told me I made him jealous of the bull. I have heard trillions of romantic declarations during my existence, but Dean’s utterance was easily the most romantic thing ever said by your species. So I kissed Dean. I haven’t kissed a lot but I thought the kiss was good, and that I would like to keep kissing Dean for the next several eons until the Sun consumed the Earth and we both became stardust.

“I was relieved to find out Dean seemed to also have a good opinion on the kiss, because we kept on kissing. We let our tongues lazily discover the sensation of slowly tracing out each other’s mouths. The sensation was very enjoyable.”

“That’s nice, Cas. But I think we should focus on the part of your memories that deals with you guys getting cursed,” Sam tells Castiel.

Dean gives Sam a bitchface and then tells Castiel, “Just ignore Sammy, Cas. I want to hear more about the things we did last night,” Dean says with something that sounds like longing in his voice.

“So eventually,” Castiel continues, “Dean wanted a turn at the bull too. He decided to follow my method and also stripped down to his undershirt. Dean hopped onto the bull and then waved me over asking me to join him.”

“Um... is this really relevant to getting cursed?” Sam asks.

“Shhh, don’t interrupt Sammy,” Dean says. “How did things go with the two of us on the bull Cas?”

“It was a little different from riding the bull solo,” Castiel reflects. “I got in position in front of you. And we leaned into each other in rhythm with the mechanical bucks. Our legs tangled together as we thrust through the motion. Dean wrapped one arm around my waist, and I gripped his arm back with one of mine.”

“My vessel began getting aroused from the whole experience. And I could feel evidence of Dean’s arousal each time he rolled his hips behind me. Dean suggested we go to the Impala at this point.”

“Holy shit Cas! I do not want to hear about you and my brother having sex in the Impala,” Sam complains.

“Well, then you are in luck Sam because we did not get that far. We had stripped off everything left but our underwear. I hadn’t realized what a brilliant construction the human somatosensory system was before last night. Every nerve receptor was set on fire from the feel of Dean’s finger tips touching my skin. Dean asked if his touches felt good, and I tried to make the most eloquent response possible with a ragged moan. I had once thought soulmates spending eternity in Heaven with just each other for company probably got boring. But last night I felt like spending forever in the Impala with Dean would be the most wonderful thing imaginable. And that forever wouldn’t be nearly enough time.

“But then this drunk guy stumbled and bumped into the Impala. I recognized him as the witch we were hunting. Dean and I burst out of the backseat to run the witch down. We ended up chasing him into these woods, but we both ran a little slower than usual because we didn’t have any footwear protecting our feet.

“Our delay gave the witch ahead of us enough time to cast a spell. The effects of the spell caused us both to go unconscious, and apparently also caused Dean to lose his memories. But I know all the witch’s info, so we should go to his family’s home to break the curse. Then Dean will get his memories back, and we can pick up where we left off.”

“Fuck yeah, let’s go already,” Dean agrees.

“Okay, okay just meet me by the road up 1/4 mile where it stays close to the woods. You can jump in the back seat of my rental car without being seen by anyone.” Sam says.

“Awesome, Sammy we will see you in a few minutes then.” Dean tells his brother. Sam nods and turns away to walk over to the parking lot on the far end of the park.

Dean and Castiel begin to walk further into the woods in the direction Sam pointed to them. Dean looks over at his friend and smiles at Castiel, and Castiel can feel the heat rushing to his vessel’s face. Dean reaches a hand out, and Castiel smiles softly back to Dean as he tenderly entwines their fingers together.

Dean thought about how he had been wanting to kiss Castiel ever since he had met him, and now he was pissed that some asshole witch had taken that away from him. But holding Castiel’s hand helped simmer the rage building in his blood. Castiel always helped ground him when everything else seemed to spiral out of control. He wished he could remember the feel of Castiel’s lips on his own.

Dean pauses on the trail, and he looks at Castiel and says almost shyly, “Cas, I was thinking we could try another first kiss before I get my memories back.”

“I would like that, Dean,” Castiel says with a smile.

“Only thing is, I should have asked Sam for a mint because I’m sure I got some wicked morning breath,” Dean laments.

“I’m an angel of the lord, Dean. I can fix morning breath,” Castiel says. Castiel continues to hold Dean’s hand with one of his own, and reaches his other hand towards Dean’s face. He then traces a finger over Dean’s lips. Dean playfully catches Castiel’s finger with his mouth and sucks down on it. Dean is rewarded with a sexy moan from Castiel, and the feeling of clean, minty freshness on his teeth and tongue. Castiel’s finger is let free from Dean’s mouth, and Dean resolutely determines to give Castiel a kiss that an immortal being would remember for the rest of their existence.

Sam has been waiting on the side of the road for the past 45 minutes. He figures he knows exactly what is happening in the woods, and although he is happy that his brother and best friend found love, having to wait while they are hooking up is not how he wants to spend his morning. He considers driving back to the motel and leaving Dean and Castiel to walk back on their own.

And Sam chuckles at the thought of a billion year old angel doing the walk of shame with his brother. Fighting the supernatural takes a lot more away from the brothers, than it ever gives. But sometimes the universe conspires to make everything fun and ridiculous again. Sam checks the trunk for a duffle bag with a couple sets of spare clothes. He drops the bag and a burner phone in a place where it seems obvious from the woods, but isn’t visible to passing motorists.

Sam gets back in the driver seat and starts the car. As he drives back to the motel, he enjoys laughing to himself every time he thinks of Dean’s face when he realizes he’ll be walking back to the motel.

#suptober20 #spn #destiel #destiel fic #supernatural

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So i don’t know if requests are closed or open, but if it is open can you make a Tom x reader one where the reader is a tiktok star? And doing a tiktok trend or a dance which Tom and the boys think is a bit weird or dumb? — or just something funny you like, just maybe involving tiktok :)

My writing has been awful today but I wanted to write a blurb. I love this request it was really fun so if you wanted to request more tiktok stuff I’d be okay with that :) (Just tell me about the trend cause I’m not as brushed up haha). I don’t know many tiktok dances so i went with the only one i know haha

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“Baby I don’t know about this.”

“Tom c'mon it will be fun.” You gave him your best puppy dog look and kissed his cheek, already having set up your phone in front of you both.

He smiled and rolled his eyes fondly, stealing a kiss. “Okay, okay. Tell me what i have to do again?”

You jumped excitedly and told him once again about the dance. It was the most simple one on TikTok and you knew Tom could do it in his sleep if he wanted to. He went over in his head as you finished and mumbled to himself before you hit record and the music started playing.

Tom smiled at you before following your lead as you danced to the beat, tapping your shoulder with your fist before waving it in the air. You did the same with the other arm before doing them both together, in sync like you and Tom always were.

What you didn't notice was Harry and Harrison coming home early from grocery shopping and failing to contain their laughter. Luckily the track and video just ended as they burst out laughing, Tom still moving his hips to the music in his head.

“Don’t tell me you’re doing Tiktok?” Harrison laughed, placing the shopping bags down.

“Hey it’s fun.” You grabbed your phone before nudging Harrison as you walked past, Tom smiling and nodding.

“It was actually.” He kissed your cheek and cuddled close to you as Harrison and Harry scoffed, shaking their heads.

The next day, after you and Tom eventually got out of bed, you both laughed as you saw Harry and Harrison trying the same dance you had done the day before.

“Ugh now you ruined the video, divs.” Harry sighed and went to restart the video as Harrison shrugged.

“Turns out you were right.”

“Quick Y/n record him saying that so I can use it against him.”

You shook your head and laughed fondly at the dorks you lived with before picking a dance you could all do together. Which may have also ended with you falling into Tom and kissing him as Harry and Harrison made disgusted faces.

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