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Mozilla 1.0

[alligatorangel]

she makes me so ill

[gothamnighthawk]

+ feel free to tell me the fandoms; I’m lowkey curious 👀💗

[cluster-b-culture-is]

cluster B culture is getting an email from quora about a thread called "cluster b unmasked" and already knowing it's going to be full of ableist crap and questioning why you got an account in the first place

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[macbcth]

why does tiktok have a way better ui on a laptop wtf

[radioregine]

it's actually kinda wild how people w the ability+access to do so are so comfortable with just . not even trying to look things up

[dullahandyke]

discovered the keyboard shortcut for opening the command line Oh its over for you cunts. and you can run a bunch of programs just by typing their name into the command line. awesome

[la-principessa-nuova]

DOM TEXT

sub text this bottom text that why dont you say what you fucking mean

[justabackgroundcharacter]

give me my icons back you wretched website

[puckpocketed]

Hiding the Getty Watermark

Plenty of people have talked about this one before but I can't find anything rn. Have had a few people dm/ask about this since I mentioned it offhand in a post. Took a bit of time but have written a tutorial. Includes gifs of what I'm doing.

No generative AI, just old-fashioned image editing.

This trick is not intended for stealing from Getty or the photographer who owns the rights to the image. This is meant for non-profit, transformative fan content such as sports web weaving.

The "hiding" part isn't magic and isn't going to give you a perfect, full resolution image. Someone looking closely, who knows what to look for, will be able to see where the work was done.

Good news!! Most people aren't looking that close, they're reading the poetry you pasted to the image and weeping about your web weave.

You will need

Two copies of the image you want from Getty -> (1) the high resolution version with the watermark, and (2) the low resolution preview without the watermark.

Any image editing software that allows for the use of layers and a simple rectangle select tool. If you don't have one, Photopea is a free, browser-based editor. I will be using this one :)

For this tutorial we will be enlisting the services of the beautiful Adrian Kempe:

Method

Open your copy with the watermark:

2. File -> Open & Place... the copy without the watermark. It will appear much smaller on a new layer on top of your original image:

3. Transform (Scale) this to lay exactly on top of the original image. Very important that it is the exact same. Photopea and other image editors will have snapping, this feature is your friend:

4. Hide the low res layer for now. With the watermarked layer visible, use the rectangle select tool and select the two watermarks. The little one is in the bottom left. In this case, an exact selection is not required.

5. While on the low res layer, go to Layer -> Raster Mask -> Reveal Selection. Un-hide the low res layer. You have now gotten rid of the watermark:

6. Final product looks like this:

Add your lyrics or poetry or do whatever edits you like as normal. For fun I chose Queen by Magic City Hippies:

Final Notes

If you look closely you will be able to see the "seams" where the mask was applied and the low res image was spliced in. I prommmyyy nobody is looking that closely on tumblr dot com.

Live examples where I used this method in my AGAIN web weave - photos of the players are all sourced from Getty, some light cropping was applied for the desired aspect ratio and the colours were edited.

If you hate drop-down menus you can create a macro i guess ? Also the same effect is achieved if you click the little layer mask icon at the bottom of the layer panel instead of menus. I just wanted to be thorough.

If you can’t find those exact menu options in your image editing software you can use the “Search” tool which is usually found in the “Help” section.

You can also invert the selection and use the Erase tool on the low res layer if your editing software somehow doesn’t have a masking tool??

Have fun making your web weaves <3

[blackpearlblast]

a rundown on the listed e-sim platforms from this tweet from mirna el helbawi. visit esimsforgaza to learn about this effort. (they also have a tutorial on how to purchase an esim and send it to them)

update v12 (5/21/24) holafly (israel and egypt), nomad (regional middle east), simly (palestine and middle east), mogo (israel), and airalo (discover) are currently in the highest in demand. if it has been more than 3 weeks since you initially sent your esim and your esim has not been activated, you can reforward your original email with the expiration date in the subject line. you can see gothhabiba’s guide for how to tell if your esims have been activated. if your esim has expired without use, you can contact customer service to renew or replace it.

troubleshooting hint 1: if you are trying to pay through paypal, make sure you have pop-ups enabled! otherwise the payment window won't be able to appear. (this issue most frequently seems to occur with nomad)

troubleshooting hint 2: if you are trying to purchase an esim using the provider's app, it may block you from purchasing if your phone does not fit the requirements to install and use their esims. use their website in your browser instead and this problem should go away.

nomad

for the month of may, first time referrals give 25% off for a person's first purchase and 25% off the referrer's next purchase! it's a great time to use someone's referral code from the notes if you are a first time buyer.

you can use a referral code to get $3 off your first purchase and also make it so the person whose code you used can buy more esims for gaza. many people have been leaving their referral codes in the replies of this post and supposedly a referral code may eventually reach capacity so just keep trying until you find one that works! BACKPACKNOMAD is another code to get $3 off your first purchase, it's been working for some people but not others so try out a referral code instead if you can't get it to work. NOMADCNG is a code for 5% off any middle east region nomad esims posted by connecting gaza. it can be used on any purchase, not just your first but is generally going to give less off than the first-purchase only codes, so use those first. it can be used in combination with nomad points. AWESOME NEW CODE: nomad esim discount code for 75% off any plan, NOMADCS25 do not know how long it lasts but this is an amazing deal esp. since they are really low on esims right now! (nomad promo codes do not work on plans that are already on sale, unlimited plans, and plans under $5)

weekly tuesdays only code on nomad web, PST timezone! it gives 10% off plans 10gb and above. NOMADTUE

nomad also seems to be kind of sluggish sometimes when it comes to sending out emails with the codes. you can look for them manually by going to manage -> manage plans -> the plan you purchased -> installation instruction and scroll down to install esim via QR code or manual input then select QR code to find the QR code which you can screenshot and email to them. often just the act of logging back into your nomad account after purchase seems to cause the email with the code to come through though.

mogo

mogo's website is fucking annoying to navigate and i couldn't find any promo codes, but their prices are massively on sale anyway. you have to pick if you want your esim to be for iphone, ipad, or android for some reason. according to statcounter, android makes up approx. 75% of mobile markets in palestine while iphone represents approx. 25%. so i would probably recommend prioritizing donations of android esims but if you can afford multiple, try buying an iphone one too? if i can find any official direction from the connecting gaza crew on this i will update with it.

a good referral code to use for mogo is 8R29F9. the way things are worded are confusing but as far as i can tell, if you use it we both get a 10% discount on your first purchase. (the referrer gets a 10% voucher that allows them to top up in use esims, they are someone who i know has bought a lot of esims and will be able to make good use of the top-up discount vouchers!) also upon signing up it automatically generates a password for you which you can change by downloading the app. (check your email to find your account's current password)

holafly (also looking for holafly esims for egypt now)

holafly is pricier than the others and the only promo code i could find was ESIMNOW for 7% off. someone in the tags mentioned GETESIM7 as another 7% off code they had received, so if you have already used ESIMNOW or can't seem to get it to work, try GETESIM7. another 7% off code is HOLAXSUMMER7 which is valid until june 2nd. referral codes only seem to give 5% off and they don't stack. (i don't remember the source, it was on some sketchy coupon site i don't want to link to and only can recommend because i tried it myself) you can also use my referral link for 5% off if you can afford the 2% worse deal on your end, it will give me $5 credit which i can put towards buying more esims. connecting gaza has also posted the promo code HOLACNG for 5% off but since it is less than the 7% off codes and as far as i can tell does not give credit towards others to buy esims like the referral links, i would consider it lower priority for use.

simly (note: simly must be downloaded as an app to be used, the website link is to help people confirm they are downloading the right app)

i have not personally used simly so i am going to be going off of the sixth slide of mirna el helbawi's instagram guide, with some corrections from someone who has successfully purchased an esim from simly. after downloading the app and making an account, search for palestine or middle east and purchase your preferred package. the page the app takes you to after your purchase should have the QR code to send to the esimsforgaza email, it won't show up in your email receipt. someone kindly left her referral code in the tags of this post, it gives $3 off your first purchase and will give her $3 credit to put towards purchasing more esims for gaza. the code is CIWA2. (if this referral code doesn't work, try one from the notes of this post!) according to someone in the notes, ARB is a simly promo code for 25% off esims that is still working as of march 3rd.

airalo

some people have noted issues trying to sign up for airalo using the browser version of the website, it worked for me but if you are struggling you can give the mobile app a try and that should work. you can use a referral code to get $3 off your first purchase and give the code suppler a $3 credit for buying more esims. KARINA9661 is a code sourced from this post which is also a wonderful example of how using people's referral codes can really make a difference. if for some reason that referral code isn't working, you can find more in the notes of the original esim post i made here.

@/fairuzfan also has a tag of esim referral codes for various platforms!

(note: mogo and holafly both link to israel esims as there are no general regional packages for the middle east like on nomad and the esims for gaza website specifically linked to the israel package on mogo, so i linked to the equivalent on holafly.)

[star-suh]

Delicious Temptation

Choi San x Male Reader

cw: mafia au, dom top san, bratty-ish bottom reader.

an: first person pov, let me know if y’all like it like this.

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you are the son of an important CEO –one who owns a conglomerate with several successful businesses around the country– your life consists basically of being a spoiled kid, going to parties almost every day, living a luxurious life with almost no consequences. the perfect target for whoever wanted a good amount of money. your friends already told you to be careful, even more now that there are rumors that one of the known mafias in the city is planning to strike. “rumors say they’re after a CEO and they’re really fucked up yn” one of your friends said while chugging a glass of vodka, “i’m not scared of anyone” you assured, “whoever comes after me is going to face death itself” you threatened –so full of yourself, “what’s their name again?”...

“ATEEZ” you hummed while typing that name on the web browser, lots of articles coming out signaling how evil they were, how they’re a mafia that you have to think twice before messing with them –”interesting” you trailed, searching now for their rumored members. blurry pics and possible names came out: hongjoong rumored to be the leader, then there’s seonghwa who’s the second in charge, yunho and yeosang in charge of robbery while wooyoung and jongho are the ones that do the kidnapping part. “mingi… he’s possibly in charge of collecting money that people owe them. he’s the a loan shark” you spoke along the lines you were reading. “finally choi san. the hitman, merciless cold blooded killer” a picture was attached to the article and he was… handsome. “oh fuck” you moaned looking at his sharp features, you thought that the picture didn’t make justice to how he looks like, “bet he would look hotter in person” you bit your lower lip, palming the growing erection on your pants, “i’d let him kidnap me i don’t care” you muttered pressing your thighs together.

be careful what you wish for.

you were at another party drinking lots of cocktails, dancing with friends and some strangers that you didn’t bother to ask for their names –then the next thing you realize is that you were inside a black van, hands tied, gagged and a black bag put loosely on your head. you shake it, violently, trying to get it out of your head and see who were these people that were kidnapping you –then something clicked, “rumors say they’re after a CEO” you remembered what your friend told you several days before, connecting the dots you say in your head ‘they weren’t targeting a ceo but a familiar.. me!’. the bag fell off of your head letting you see the responsibles of the crime, no other than fucking ATEEZ and choi fucking san was sitting beside you, his knee making contact with yours, ‘i was right he’s prettier in person’ you tought.

you remained calm, something that surprised them, you were supposed to be shaking in fear, this was indeed a powerful move to show other rich businessmen to not mess with the gang but you were not what they expected, it seems like you were amused, amazed… you’re definitely a kinda twisted individual. you studied each familiar face –that you learned after days of research, your eyes fixate especially on san –the hot hitman– his broad shoulders and big arms hugged tightly by a black tight turtleneck shirt and those fucking piercing eyes that could make anyone wet. “what?” he utters, exuding dominant energy. so fucking sexy.

the van stopped on its tracks, “he’s too calm for someone who is being kidnapped” yunho spoke, breaking the silence. “you know your fucked right?” seonghwa added and you nodded, a grin on your face, “rich boy’s a brave one i see” hongjoong said while accommodating his black leather gloves after quitting the gag on your mouth –your gaze meeting his, you chuckled, “i know how this works man. you need the money and for that you can’t kill me” you wink “my dad’s a CEO duh” you mocked, “he’s gonna pay and you all would free me so why should i be scared, trembling like some pussy bitch”. mingi glanced at his leader, “well damn” he voiced –surprised, “spoiled bitches are something else”.

san then intervened, “knowing shit doesn’t mean you're in control, little shit” his stare piercing into your soul, the atmosphere became tense. “i know” you answered him, “but i’m not the one freaking over someone not being freaked out. i thought you guys were though” he laughs but it doesn’t last long when san’s fist meets your face. “okay enough, get him inside” hongjoong commanded and hte rest followed his demand. “san you're gonna guard him until our dear daddy pay the ransom money” his grin is quite scary.

the hitman walked you towards the second floor towards the last room on the hallway, it was surprisingly luxurious to be a kidnapping site, you stood there, right in the door when suddenly san shoved you onto the bed, locking the door immediately after –he then straddles your back untying your hands, his bulge pressing against your ass, millions of thought crossing your perverted mind, to then put handcuffs on them and then locking it into the bed’s headboard.

“kinky” you voiced, teasing san, wanting a reaction for the so called cold-blooded killer – he pushed your face hard against the mattress, “keep running that mouth of yours and see what the fuck you get in return”, you couldn’t help but moan and chuckle, “hopefully something fun”, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

heat was increasing in the room, san stood up and went towards the door leaning against the wall, arms crossed –that fucking shirt bulging with his arm muscles. he watched you with like he was a predator and you’re a mere pray that he could devour anytime, amping up the tension of the moment. hours passed and he remained there, looking at his phone sometimes, the silence as becoming unbearable –”so boring” you shouted, the bratty side coming to the light. you started to move and change positions on the bed, making it creak. this wasn’t what you imagined your encounter with san in those wild thoughts you have since that day you saw his pic, you have become infatuated with him that it’s ridiculous at this point, you want him so bad you can’t explain it. you need to start riling him up so he gets mad at you and you get you well deserved fun, after all you also have to take advantage of the situationship.

“the fucking hitman babysitting me while the others play the big guys, i’d be mad if i were you”, “shut up” san tightened his jaw. you pulled at the handcuffs trying to get closer to san, in the process your shirt opened a little bit, letting him see a bit of your skin, “imagine being called a cold-blooded person but here you are stuck with someone who doesn't give a shit and is not scared of any of you guys” you keep tugging at the handcuffs hoping you could slide your hand through it in a desperate attempt –marks starting to appear on your wrist–.

san stormed his way towards you, grabbing you by your chin, his rough fingers cupping your cheeks, “fucking brat, it seems like you don’t know your place”, his eyebrows frowning, his eyes showing the rage inside him, a vein bulging on the side of his forehead. “you don’t know yours either, cold-blooded my ass”. “watch your mouth, i’m the one in control here and i can do whatever i want with you”. “i don’t want to” you retorted –your faces just a few centimeters apart, san chuckled darkly, “last warning shut the fuck up” his intense stare locked on yn’s, “make me” –for a moment none of you spoke, just stares locked with each other.

then it happened, san’s lips crashing against yours, his tongue licking your lips and the inside of your mouth, exploring it –he immediately took the lead, his dominant aura kicking in– the hand that was previously on your chin is now in your throat, pressing slightly. you whimpered in the kiss, you were desperate –the thing you’ve been begging for these last days is happening, dreams come true huh?.

“let’s see if your still this bratty and cocky when i’m done with your nasty ass”, he pulls out a key from his pocket –uncuffing you, your hand is free now… but not to long since san grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above you, with just one hand. he was on top of you, his weight against you, you could felt all his muscles and the heat radiating from them, his body keeping you pinned against the mattress. “so when are you going to fuck me or you’re one of those that are all talk?”, with no effort he ripped your shirt apart, buttons flying around the room, his mouth quickly latching on your neck but he didn’t left hickeys, instead he left bite marks, “i’m ruining you for the rest of your life spoiled bitch” you whimpered, the pain turning rapidly into pleasure, your hooded eyes showing how much you were enjoying that. his free roamed everywhere around your torso –pinching nipples and then discarding your pants, kneading at the skiing of your thigh as if he’s the owner, his painfully bruising touch igniting your body on fire.

he flips you around, positioning you on all fours, he spanks your ass repeatedly leaving a stingy pain on them, it was delicious, he definitely knew how to push your buttons. “you like that?” he kept spanking you, drawing whimpers out of you, “where’s the brat from before?” he taunts you but the only thing you're focusing on right now is in his big hands abusing your ass, leaving it red. he quickly pulls down his pants and boxer, his cock sprung free from the clothed restraint, the tip in an aching red hue –leaking already– he didn’t pulled out your boxer tho, instead, he rip them open finally seeing what you’ve been hiding down there, the tight hole pulsating, clenching onto nothing. he slide a finger on it, up and down, “so desperate, if this was a pussy a bet you would be drenched, a river leaking out of it” his digit kept circling around it, with some spit to lube it. the thick and rock hard shaft rested on top of your hole, the heat of it making you clench even harder, eager to have it inside you.

“beg for it” san demanded, but yn didn’t obey instead you replied with another playful “make me”. san shook his head “tsk tsk there he is, the annoying brat” and with no warning he pushed himself balls deep, all his inches inside you at once. you choked a moan, tears pricking your eyes because of the sudden stretch, you felt as if all your energy was drained from you –your legs trembled and your tongue lolled out. san set a brutal pace, not slowing down even if you asked him too, “you begged for this, you shouldn’t ask for more than you can take”. –”fuck san i..” you swallowed your moans and your hands fisted the sheets under you while he pounds you raw and deep. he discards his turtleneck shirt, his sweaty body glistening with the dim lights of the room, his body is to die for. the top leans down and bit your shoulder, then your blades, your back –you’re like a blank canvas for him to paint–, “say my name slutty boy” he said, his dick entering you relentlessly, “let me hear how much you want this, how much you want me”. your body was a mess, surrendered at his control, he has you trembling, moaning and whimpering under him –the only things coming from your mouth are curses and choked out moans. he shifted his angle, hitting right at your sweet spot –you saw stars– his tip perfectly abusing your prostate sending waves of immense, overwhelming pleasure to your whole body.

“fuck i’m gonna cum” you uttered but san warned you, “don’t you dare to cum yet, wait until i give you my permission” he spanked hard, you nodded, biting your lower lip. you’re fighting the urge to cum but it was impossible, san was too good at what he’s doing, he knows how to fuck you good. you gritted your teeth, arched your back and did a lot of other things to avoid cumming but the orgasm is inevitable so your only choice was to do what he wanted you to do way before, “san pleasee” you started begging him to let you cum, “i need to”. “you need what? use your words bitchboy” –you panted, desperate to chase release, “let me cum please sir. fucking please”.

“look who’s being an obedient slut all of a sudden” he chuckles, “good boy” he grabbed your dick, he leaned down, his mouth right beside your ear and he whispered, “you can cum now”, with the few pumps he made on your cock you came, cum spurted all over the sheets, you rolled back your eyes. the orgasm made you clench hard on san’s dick making him cum too, “ufff fuck! your fucking milking me” he played with his nipples while his throbbing cock is being choked by your tight walls squeezing all the warm cum out of his balls. you buried your face on the mattress –eyes still rolled back– as your head went down your ass went up, a perfect position for him to bury himself even deeper, filling you up so much as you deserved it. he continued thrusting into you “i still have one more load” he flips you once again and now you're facing him, seeing the finest specimen you’ve ever seen in your life. his abs contracting with every thrust while his tits bounced at the rhythm of them, sweat of his body falling onto you, adding more to the nasty act you’re both doing right now. “i’m fucking close” his arms now placed on each side of your face, his tits right in front of you so you did what it has to be done, sucking onto them. “fuck!” he growled loudly, loving how you chewed on his nipples, leaving them all red and puffy –and sensitive too. he bottomed out, ready to dump the second load inside you accompanied with grunts.

you stayed on the mattress for some time, your ragged breath echoing in the room, “not bad for someone who doesn’t show feelings” you made a quote unquote sign with your fingers with that last word. san laughed lowly while pulling out his cum drenched cock, “fuck off bitchboy”. “you need to give me clothes, you made a mess with mine” you told him he laughs putting on the turtleneck shirt but this time you can see how he winced when the fabric touched his nipples and how they’re still hard –peeking out of the black fabric, “stay here” he said cuffing you again, and leaving the room after.

the ransom money was paid and you were now free –with a set of clothes that is ridiculously bigger than you– but you didn’t care they had the smell of san. “i’m never washing these” you said as you sniffed them, your face becoming flushed.

little did people know that a second round happened, then a third, a fourth, a fifth and so on. san's cock is too good to never try it again.

[onionsites]

ONİONSİTES - DRAGON+

Onion sites, also known as Tor sites, are a unique type of website that can only be accessed through the Tor network. The term "onion site" specifically refers to websites that are exclusively accessible via Tor, distinguishing them from traditional websites that can be reached through standard web browsers. These sites utilize a special-use top-level domain name.onion, which designates them as anonymous onion services previously known as "hidden services". The Tor network, short for The Onion Router, is a free and open-source platform that enables users to browse the internet anonymously and access content not typically available through conventional means.

The functionality of onion sites is based on the encryption and routing protocols of the Tor network. When a user attempts to access an onion site, their connection is routed through a series of volunteer-operated servers, or nodes, to conceal their identity and location. This process helps to protect the privacy and anonymity of both the user and the site they are visiting. Onion web list offer enhanced security and privacy compared to traditional websites, making them attractive to individuals seeking to safeguard their online activities from surveillance, censorship, or tracking.

What are onion sites presents both benefits and risks for users navigating the dark web. Understanding the potential advantages and drawbacks is essential for making informed decisions about online activities. Some key points to consider include: Benefits:

- Enhanced privacy and anonymity

- Access to content not available on the clear web

- Protection against surveillance and tracking Risks:

- Exposure to illegal or harmful content

- Potential security vulnerabilities

- Increased likelihood of encountering malicious actors

By weighing these factors and exercising caution while browsing onion sites, users can leverage the unique capabilities of the Tor network while minimizing potential risks to their online security and well-being.

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

literally how are you doing the gradient text thing. i need to know.

✨ Snappy's Gradient Text Tutorial

You might have seen me use gradient text in a few of my artworks, and it is a great tool to make a posts tand out! I learned from this post, but find some of the information outdated, so I am making a tutorial of my own!

To my knowledge, this is only possible via desktop mode* (mobile method at end), but not the app, as access to the HTML function is necessary. Alongside that, you need access to a text color fader! There's a few options out there, but I use:

Patorjik's Text Color Fader

Let's get to the tutorial!

Have the text you want to turn into a gradient ready and copy it to your clipboard.

2. Open the text color fader and paste your text into the box labeled "your message".

3. For the most basic gradients, you may ignore the boxes on the right. The leftmost boxes allow you to choose between preset colors or making your own colors.

Tip: if you are making a gradient for something such as art, I reccoment grabbing a few hex codes from the image to use for your gradient. This allows you to have control over your colors. You may also save a pallet if you want to use it again

4. When you are happy with your colors, generate your text.

5. You will be brought to this page. If you are happy with the colors, click "select all" and copy the HTML to your clipboard.

TIP: check your text against both a dark and light background to ensure it will be readable to viewers on dark and light mode. If it is not you can tweak the colors by choosing "create new fade".

6. Open Tumblr again and open your post. At the top right there is a grear icon. Click the icon and scroll down to the text editor. Change the setting from "rich text" to "HTML"

7. When you move to HTML, your post will look very different! In the HTML, your goal is to find the text you want to replace in the code.

TIP: If you can't find it, use "Ctrl + F" to open the keword search function and it will highlight your word.

8. Highlight your plain text, right click it, and paste your HTML from Patorjik into the space.

TIP: The HTML is a confusing mess to look at. Click the "preview" tab to check if your code worked

9. You should see a gradient when you swicth modes!

If the HTML broke your formatting, you can edit it in the preview mode. Once you have done a gradient a couple of times this process is very easy and takes LESS than two minutes. It looks intimidating but after you get the hang it is very achievable! I believe in you guys being able to do it. Happy gradient texting for you guys!

*EDIT: It is possible via mobile through the method of entering your account on a web browser and putting it on computer mode, then following the same process. Reportedly it is less comfortable but it works, thank you to chocokeyboard for letting me know!

[changes]

Tuesday, August 22nd, 2023

🌟 New

We’re running a new experiment that changes the header on posts to reduce the redundancy of avatars in reblogs, save some vertical space by moving recommendation labels around, afford more room for badges, and more! On desktop web, it also removes the floating avatars and makes posts full width with the sidebars. If you have feedback about this change, please send it in to Support using the “Feedback” category.

We’ve removed the blog carousel at the top of the Blog Subs dashboard tab (for those who have it enabled), as it was causing the load time to worsen dramatically. (You can enable this tab in your Tumblr Labs settings, or via the new experimental dashboard tab configuration button if you have it.)

🛠 Fixed

Fixed an issue in recommended and related tag card carousels that would show a “Follow” button when you’re already following that tag.

We were having some issues with SoundCloud embeds not working in posts, but it’s cleared up now.

In mobile phone browsers, the “Source” and “Submitted by” text at the bottom of posts is now correctly aligned on the left (it was a few pixels off).

Also in mobile phone browsers, we’ve cleaned up a visual glitch on trending tag pages that was causing the “Trending now” label to be on the same line as the tag itself.

🚧 Ongoing

Nothing to report here today.

🌱 Upcoming

We’ve recently posted on @labs about something that is not upcoming, but stay tuned for info there on something that is upcoming!

Experiencing an issue? File a Support Request and we'll get back to you as soon as we can!

Want to share your feedback about something? Check out our Work in Progress blog and start a discussion with the community.

[erodasfishtacos]

The Bikini Top That Started It ||FWB!H ||

prompt: a look into h and yn's relationship/ how it started

word count: 4.5k

warnings: body shaming, bullying/teasing, toxic relationships, infidelity

PART ONE

author's note:

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This will be updated this month.

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YN didn’t know why she felt so off the entire next day at work.

There was no specific trigger she could point to—no hangover, no fight, no tangible reason for the discomfort prickling beneath her skin.

But she could link it to knowing that she felt it instantly after getting her own car after saying ‘goodbye’ to Harry. 

The moment she stepped into the office that morning, everything felt... misaligned.

Her usual rhythm was gone. 

Tasks she could normally do with her eyes closed took longer, her mind drifting constantly, and her body felt disconnected, almost like she was watching herself go through the motions from a few feet above.

It didn’t take long for Georgia to notice.

After her own presentation mid-morning, Georgia made a detour into YN’s office. 

She leaned casually against the doorframe, but there was a suspicion in the way she was looking at YN.

“You’re not hungover, are you?” She asked, tilting her head slightly, “You alright?”

YN managed a quick nod, followed by a small, forced smile,“Yeah. Just… tired, I guess.”

It wasn’t a lie, not exactly. 

She was tired—but more in the emotional, soul-crushing way than physically. 

She was exhausted by the whirlwind of last night, the closeness, the intimacy, the thrill—and now, this strange emotional hangover she couldn’t seem to shake.

She wished she could tell Georgia everything. 

She always told her everything. 

Georgia was her best friend, her rock, her sounding board through every high and low. 

Maybe if she shared what had happened, what was happening, Georgia could help her make sense of why she felt like this.

But it was too deep now. 

Too far gone.

What she had with Harry didn’t feel like something she could hand over for analysis just yet. 

It was special, wrapped in something soft and untouchable. 

So she kept it quiet, close to her chest.

Part of it was selfishness. 

She wanted to keep it hers for just a little while longer.

And another part—the bigger one, maybe was fear. 

Fear that once other people knew, once it left the cocoon of secrecy, it would change.

Shift and maybe even end.

Because if she admitted it out loud, it would suddenly feel real.

And if it was real, it could break.

The restlessness hadn’t left her all day. 

It sat in her chest like an itch she couldn’t reach, an unsettled fluttering that made her check her phone more often than she should, hoping for a text, a message, anything. 

She felt like she couldn’t breathe properly until she saw him again.

Did he enjoy their night?

Did she do a good job?

It was all this anxiety spurring around whether or not she had pleased him when she knew she did, she had clear evidence dripping down her thighs on the drive home that he had but it was still eating at her because she just wanted to be good for him and she hoped that she had been.

Georgia wouldn’t tell anyone if YN asked her not to.

 That wasn’t the issue but Georgia—subtle as she could be was always observant.

Always catching things others didn’t. 

If she knew, even subconsciously, she’d start noticing things. 

Little glances, lingering touches, moments where Harry and YN looked at each other for just a second too long. 

She’d piece it together, not because she meant to but because she couldn't help it.

And YN didn’t want anyone looking at them like that.

Especially not Georgia.

Because Georgia would remind her that this might not be a good idea. 

That despite all the chemistry, all the history, there were things at play here that could make everything fall apart.

Georgia knew YN had always had a little thing for Harry.

It was an old joke among their group, really—a harmless little crush that had bloomed years ago when they first met. 

Back when Harry was still dating Lauren, and YN was still tangled up in things with Ben. 

She never admitted the depth of it, how often he crossed her mind, how her stomach flipped every time he smiled in her direction.

It faded in and out, when things were going alright with Ben - she thought much less about him, maybe fleeting or admiring how pretty his smile is from afar but nothing more than that.

When things were going poorly with Ben, that’s when she would be hyper aware of what a gentleman Harry was.

The way Harry would pull out chairs for Lauren, the way he always seemed to be attuned to her needs—refilling her drink without being asked, checking on her without being annoying. 

The way he touched her, casually but consistently, that steady arm around her shoulders, the quiet presence at her side. 

YN found herself wondering what it felt like to be in her place.

Not to be Lauren.

Just… to be his.

She told herself it was normal. 

Everyone had crushes.

But there was one night, one very specific night, that changed everything.

It was almost five months ago now.

A week before Harry and Lauren split up.

About a month before she and Ben finally fell apart completely.

They were at Jessa’s parents’ vacation home on the lake, just a few hours out of the city. 

It was a stunning place—, big windows overlooking the water, and a wrap-around deck where the group gathered for drinks most nights. 

YN just wanted to go home.

The whole thing was supposed to be carefree -swimming, drinking, boating, lazy afternoons in hammocks and loud, wine-drunk dinners.

A friend group reunion where everyone could unwind. 

But all YN could feel was the constant pressure in her chest—the heaviness that came from being surrounded by happy, touchy couples while her own relationship teetered on the edge of collapse.

Ben had been picking fights since they pulled out of the driveway, and YN was no longer biting her tongue. 

She was too tired to pretend anymore, every word between them was tinged with irritation. 

Harry, though… Harry was different.

He had a calmness to him that put her at ease, over the last couple years, they'd gotten close in a quiet way— just shared conversations and glances that lingered too long. 

They didn’t text every day, didn’t hang out one-on-one, but when they talked, it was deeper than anything she ever managed with Ben. 

Their conversations felt safe and real, like being seen without having to ask for it.

It was the first night at the lake house.

A big drinking game had started on the back deck—flip cup, then beer pong—but YN and Harry had quietly opted out after the first round, drifting away from the table. 

It wasn’t intentional. 

Their seats were just next to each other. 

Then one topic turned into another, and the game quickly became background noise.

He had a few beers in him. 

Not drunk, but loosened enough to speak more freely than usual.

They started with her promotion—she was newly promoted at work, and Harry was genuinely interested, asking thoughtful questions about what it meant, what she wanted to do with it. 

Then the conversation shifted, he admitted, almost shyly, how overwhelmed he was with his business, how being self-employed, with no employees, meant that every responsibility was his—and that sometimes, the weight of it crushed him a little.

He got quieter, more serious, as he spoke about his mom, about how she couldn’t afford a medication she needed a few years back, and how that moment lit something in him. 

That was when he knew he needed to build something sustainable—not just for himself, but to be able to take care of her.

The way he talked about her was so soft, protective, grateful—it nearly undid YN. 

Her eyes prickled with tears she didn’t want to explain.

It was rare, so rare, to see a man speak so openly and lovingly about his mother.

The game was wrapping up, noise and movement shifted their way. 

Ben was slowly stumbling toward her, drink in hand. 

Lauren was making her way toward Harry, too, giggling and clearly far too drunk, her voice shrill even before she got close.

And that’s when Harry said it—quiet, like it slipped out without permission.

“Thanks for listening. I can’t talk to Lauren like this.”

YN blinked at him, caught off guard, a  response was forming on her tongue—What? Talk about your feelings? but she swallowed it. 

Instead, she leaned over and squeezed his knee gently, a reassurance, “You can talk to me anytime, Harry.”

He looked at her then, really looked at her. 

There was a sadness there she hadn’t expected. 

His hand, warm and steady, wrapped around hers, “You're too sweet, you know that?”

She barely had time to process it before Lauren practically collapsed into his lap, laughing and wrapping her arms around him. 

YN pulled her hand back immediately, heart skipping.

Lauren didn’t notice—too drunk, too loud, too focused on getting Harry’s attention.

But YN noticed. 

And so did Harry.

+

The next day, the heat was vicious.

Most of the group had migrated down to the lake to cool off, but the core crew—Mitch, Hailee, Georgia, Jessa, Niall, Harry, and Ben—had stayed back at the house pool. 

Lauren had tried to coax Harry to join her and her friends at the lake, but he’d refused, gently but firmly.

YN had watched the tension build in Lauren’s posture before she stormed off with a passive-aggressive comment under her breath.

Harry’s jaw tightened, she saw the way he stared after her like he wanted to shout something—but didn’t.

Instead, he just turned back to the pool and slipped into the water like nothing had happened.

YN and Ben hadn’t been having a good morning.

He’d woken her up—twice trying to initiate sex even after she told him no. 

She was exhausted, emotionally and physically, and had made a snide comment about his "functioning hand" and the lotion in the bathroom which sparked a meltdown. 

He slammed the bathroom door, only to storm out moments later, furious that she hadn’t chased after him.

It was always like that—she was either cruel for ignoring him or manipulative for engaging. 

She was so tired of the drama, of walking on eggshells, of being made to feel like she was impossible to love.

She didn’t want to be here.

No, she would much rather be at her own apartment and away from all the alcohol, all the mean girls, and most importantly she wanted to be away from her own boyfriend which was pathetic.

She didn’t want to think about how he'd casually mentioned engagement the night before, and how she’d had to fight the urge to physically gag at the idea.

YN was at the point of knowing that she needed to break up with him, she thought about it everyday but hesitated constantly because she didn’t want to do with the meltdown that he would have, the messiness that would be their breakup because he was convinced that they were going to get married.

But it was fine. 

At some point while everyone was chatting, Harry swam up beside her, casual, but with serious eyes—as he asked, “Alright?”

YN nodded subtly, but she knew it didn’t match her demeanor—her body was tense, her jaw tight, and she hadn’t managed even the faintest smile.

Harry’s frown deepened, eyes narrowing slightly, “What’s wrong?”

But before she could answer, Niall was yelling something at Harry, pulling his attention away, and by the time he turned back to ask again, YN had already swum off—wanting to avoid the conversation entirely.

-

Someone decided that it would be a good idea to play chicken.

YN was perched on Ben’s shoulders, legs wrapped around his neck awkwardly for balance.

Hailee was on Mitch’s.

It was chaotic and loud—everyone laughing, cheering, the water sloshing around them in waves. 

YN was laughing too, even if it felt a little forced, until suddenly—she toppled off Ben’s shoulders. 

One second she was upright, and the next she was plunging under the surface, her mouth open in a surprised gasp that filled with water.

She came up sputtering, blinking chlorine from her eyes, heart pounding.

Something didn’t feel right.

Then the cold hit her chest, bare skin where there should have been fabric.

Her bikini top was gone.

Instinctively, her hands flew to her breasts, trying to cover as much as she could.

And there was Ben grinning like an idiot, waving her neon pink bikini top in the air like it was some kind of sick trophy.

He let out a loud, mocking catcall, “Wooo! There are the girls!”

YN flinched in horror, the noise drawing attention to her. 

When she turned toward him, she saw the glint in his eye—playful, smug, and entirely unkind.

“Ben, stop,” She squeaked, voice cracking as she reached for the top with one hand, still desperately trying to shield herself with the other,  “Please, give it back.”

Her chest was half-exposed, at least one nipple visible, and the realization made her stomach turn.

“What do I get for giving it back?” Ben teased, his voice boyish and cruel. 

He laughed as he held the top just out of her reach, standing a head taller than her in the water.

It was the kind of joke a schoolyard bully would make—mean-spirited, immature, humiliating.

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.

She felt small. 

Exposed. 

Powerless.

Her boyfriend—the person who was supposed to protect her, make her feel safe was the one putting her through this. 

He didn’t care that other people could see her, didn’t care that she was clearly distressed.

And then, like the final punchline to his awful little joke, he whipped the bikini top out of the pool and flung it toward the grass, where it landed in a limp, fluorescent pile.

That was it.

Tears were streaming freely now—hot with embarrassment and shame.

No one was laughing anymore.

She heard someone mutter under their breath, quiet but cutting. 

“That’s kind of fucked up.” 

It was Niall.

And then, everything happened fast.

Water splashed violently as Harry stormed across the pool, his expression thunderous. 

His jaw was clenched, chest heaving slightly as he shoved Ben back with both hands, nearly knocking him off balance.

“What the fuck is your issue?” He roared, loud enough that it echoed.

Ben stumbled, caught off guard, arms flailing for balance, “Jesus, relax—”

But Harry was already turning away from him, walking through the water toward YN.

She froze.

She’d never seen him this angry—never even close.

 It was intense, nearly frightening in its rawness but when he reached her, his expression shifted—anger still simmering beneath the surface, but his voice was calm and firm.

“Get out of the pool,” He said, not a question, “Walk in front of me.”

She knew she looked pitiful—her soaked hair clinging to her cheeks, red-rimmed eyes, lips trembling as she tried to keep her arms folded tightly over her chest.

“Look the other fuckin’ way!” Harry snapped over his shoulder at the group. 

His hand pressed gently to her lower back, guiding her forward with quiet urgency.

Her cheeks were hot and flushed, not just from shame, but from the self-consciousness she’d carried for so long—her chest was small, her nipples puffy in a way Ben had often joked about. 

She hated that people had seen her like this, hated that it had happened in front of him.

Harry  steered her to the side of the pool where the lounge chairs were, grabbed his crumpled t-shirt from a cushion, and without a word, pulled it gently over her head. 

He held it carefully so that she was covered the entire time, only letting go when her arms were through the sleeves and the oversized fabric draped over her hips.

“Thank you,” She sniffled, voice shaky, weak.

Her cheeks burned hotter. 

She didn’t know if she was more embarrassed that people had seen the most insecure part of her body… or that her boyfriend had been the one to expose it, to ridicule her when she was vulnerable.

It was overwhelming.

It was shameful.

Harry’s voice was soft again, quieter now. “I ca—”

“I’m, uh…” She cut in, shaking her head, trying to keep her voice even, it cracked anyway, “I’m just going to go to my room for a bit.”

He didn’t get a chance to respond. 

She was already scurrying off, the hem of his shirt clinging to her wet skin as she fled.

-

Ben followed eventually.

His apology was weak at best. 

More of a backhanded dismissal—mumbling things like, “You can’t take a joke,” and “Sorry you don’t have a sense of humor.”

The cherry on top: “They’re just tits.”

YN kicked him out twice. 

She didn’t show her face the rest of the day.

By the time Ben returned to the room to get ready for dinner, she hadn’t moved from the bed. 

Her back was to him, knees drawn up toward her chest beneath the covers, the TV playing some trashy reality show on low volume.

This wasn’t how she’d imagined her vacation.

Ben came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and an annoyed scowl on his face.

“Why aren’t you getting ready? The dinner reservation’s at seven. Everyone’s going.”

“I don’t feel like it,” YN said softly, voice flat. 

She didn’t look at him.

Ben huffed like he was the one being inconvenienced, “Are you seriously still throwing a temper tantrum about earlier?”

She swallowed down the hurt, tried to steady the anger swirling just beneath her skin, “I said I don’t feel like it.”

“Whatever,” He muttered, grabbing a shirt from his suitcase, “I don’t want you to come if you’re going to have a piss-poor attitude anyway. Fucking bullshit. You always manage to find something wrong.”

-

The house was empty.

Everyone had gone out to dinner.

YN stayed behind.

Eventually, after some mindless comfort TV and a generous handful of junk food, she started to feel the tight grip on her chest begin to loosen.

One of her favorite things to do was go for a night swim—when the sun was setting, and the sky turned neon orange and pink, and the air was still warm but quiet.

So she changed into a fresh bathing suit, assuming her old top was still out on the grass where it had landed, and made her way outside.

The pool was still.

Peaceful.

Exactly what she needed.

She brought a book with her, propping her elbows on the edge of the pool as she read.

“S’that book any good?”

YN screams, a girlish high-pitched yelp because when the fuck did Harry appear?

He was standing towards the shallow end of the pool, still in his short swim shorts and a fresh shirt.

“Jesus,” YN puts a hand on her chest, “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Harry’s mouth curved into a soft smile, eyes crinkling with amusement. 

“Sorry, darling,” he said gently, voice teasing but careful, his steps slow as he approached the edge of the pool.

His voice was warm—teasing, but careful.

Darling.

He’d called that a few times when they’d have private conversations but never in front of others.

“What are you doing here? Why didn’t you go to dinner?” YN asks with confusion, she does a quick glance around and doesn’t see Lauren or anyone else for that matter.

Harry eased down beside her, slipping his feet into the water. 

“Lauren and I weren’t getting along,” He admitted, watching the ripples curl away from his ankles, “I needed a break. She wasn’t too happy about earlier.”

YN wanted to point out that he hadn’t even spent any of the day with her and he needed a break already.

YN’s brows pinched. “Earlier?”

He let out a dry, humorless laugh and shook his head, “Yeah. Georgia told her what happened. She told me I overstepped, that I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Then she asked if I saw your tits.”

YN rolled her eyes, the sound more tired than annoyed, “Did you tell her not to worry? That there’s nothing to see anyway?”

Harry’s eyes snapped to hers, his jaw tightening, “Why would you talk about yourself like that?”

She glanced away, shoulders shrinking in on themselves, feeling put on the spot suddenly, “It’s just the truth. I already feel insecure about them on a good day. And today…” She trailed off, swallowing hard, “It felt like Ben was trying to humiliate me on purpose. Like he wanted to spotlight what I hate most about my body.”

Harry snorted—a sudden, unexpected sound and it made her eyes narrow.

“You think that’s funny?” She asked, the tension in her chest tightening with anger.

“No,” Harry said, shaking his head, his grin still faint, “I think it’s ridiculous that you don’t see yourself the way everyone else does. I’m not trying to be crude or cross any lines, but I did see them—and I was impressed. Genuinely. They’re the prettiest pair I’ve ever seen.”

And just like that, YN’s whole world shifts on it’s axis.

It was inappropriate.


They were both in relationships. 

She wasn’t supposed to like hearing that but the words sank into the cracks Ben had left in her, spreading warmth where there had only been cold, embarrassed silence earlier.

“Okay, Harry,” She bleats , trying to deflect but also maybe fishing for some more compliments.

“What’s wrong with ‘em then?” Harry presses, she swears either she’s drifted closer or he’s scooted towards her subtly because her shoulder was bumping his calf now.

YN flushes at having to point out exactly what was wrong with them,, “I don’t know. I never minded them but Ben always teases me about how small they are, how small my nipples are, how puffy they are.”

Harry brow furrows, “Your own boyfriend is criticizing your body? He’s fucking blind and a douchebag. I’m not saying it just to say it. I’m a man and I can appreciate a nice pair of tits. And I am fully certified to say that.”

YN can’t help but giggle, easily when a wider grin breaks out on his face like he was pleased with himself for being able to make her laugh.

To hear that her crush thought she was attractive, at least that her breasts were, did something crazy with boosting her ego.

And then, without warning, he tugged off his shirt and slipped into the pool. 

The water rose and shifted around him, glinting in the sunset light. 

He carefully closed her book and set it aside so it wouldn’t get wet.

The quiet intimacy of it made something twist deep in her stomach.

“Why are you with him?” Harry asked after a long beat, moving further into the water. 

His voice was low, thoughtful—but there was a thread of tension under it.

YN’s taken back by the question, “I…What?”

“He treats you like shit, YN. You should break up with him over what happened earlier, let alone all the shit I’ve seen in the past,” Harry tells her with seriousness, “You deserve a million times better than a prick like him. Seriously, fuck him. No one here likes him.”

And YN…well no one had told her that before but she kenw that her friends only put up with Ben because they loved her but otherwise, he wouldn’t be a part of their friend group.

“No real man would’ve let you stand there like that, exposed and crying,” Harry continued, his voice rising just a touch, “And no decent man would say something cruel about your body.”

“He can have an opinion about how he feels about my ches-”


“No, YN. No, he really fuckin’ can’t,” Harry says firmly cutting her off, “He should love every part of you, puffy, small, or elsewise.”

Something hot and sharp flared in her.

“You can say that because your girlfriend has like perfect boobs,” YN points out, nose scrunching with frustration.

Harry shakes his head, “Did you not hear me earlier? I told you that you have the prettiest pair I’ve seen. It’s not a god damn competetion but I’m actively telling you what Ben said isn’t true.”

She rolled her eyes, muttering, “You’re romanticizing them. You saw them for all of two seconds.”

“Then show them to me again.”

Their eyes lock, YN is trying to play the words again and again because what the fuck, what the fuck, what the actual fuck?

Time stopped.

Her brain scrambled to process what he just said, but her hands were already moving, her thumbs hooked under the cups of her bikini top.

She should stop. 

She should stop.

But she didn’t.

She pulled the fabric down.

The sun had dipped just low enough to cast everything in soft, pink-orange light. 

The water shimmered against her skin, droplets clung to the curve of her breasts, and her nipples, tight from the cold, pebbled beneath Harry’s gaze.

“Fuck,” Harry curses as he comes towards her, his hand reaches out but he stops himself, his voice hoarse and raspy in a way he’s never heard, “Can I?”


And YN finds herself nodding with a dry throat, watching him carefully as his hand comes up to cup one of them, and it is fully engulfed by his palm, and he squeezes.

YN can’t help the slight gasp that leaves her lips when he thumbs over her nipple.

She jerked away, yanking her top back up like it burned her, “I can’t—fuck, we can’t do this.”

Harry froze, instantly sobering. 

His expression crumpled slightly, regret written all over his features, “Shit. YN, I didn’t mean to—can we just—”

But she was already moving, already climbing out of the pool as fast as she could, water sloshing at her knees, heart pounding in her chest like it was trying to warn her:

Too far.