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Dolce & Gabbana Fall-Winter 2015

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I was bored and scrolling through Reddit when:

BESTIE? BESTIE IS THAT YOU!? DON'T DO IT BESTIE! YOU'RE GONNA GET A YANDERE TURN VESSEL FOR THE GODS!!

#monotony's rambling #redacted asmr #redacted audio #meme #redacted bestie #redacted blake

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I just read your 'The Pursuit of Catharsis' and I'M NOT OK BUT IN A GOOD WAY!!!

And because I'm a sucker for angst... I wanna twist the knife in Guy's heart a bit more ❤️

Imagine if Guy - with his name now in the spotlight, his career at its peak and yet he's so miserable to the point of suicidal because of the cheating, of the scandal and the divorce - saw Honey on a random street on night.

Looking just as perfect as the day he lost them.

Looking like they're untouched by time.

Because after losing Guy and working themselves up to be the best version of themselves, to have the healthiest mental and emotional health in their lives, Honey becomes someone else's...

Treasure.

YES, IT'S EXACTLY WHO YOU THINK HE IS!

ANYWAY, THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME! GOOD BYE!

link to the fic

Thanks for reading and enjoying the fic!!! I'm using this opportunity to discuss the Divorced!AU lmao

warning : discussions of suicidal behavior, mental health issues, substance abuse

i. honey being treasure

ough..... that's a really sad idea but now I'm more focused on something specific in this scenario. If Honey later became Treasure, there's the implication that they weren't doing as well as they hoped they were because as mentioned by Porter, 'your friends suck'. And they now have a semi-toxic circle of friends.

I like that, I think. That no matter how hard they try and how far they've come since the divorce- there's always the ghost of it that they couldn't get rid of and managed to sneak away into their life.

ii. Guy's misery and cheating

Hm, about Guy being miserable to the point of suicidal...I do think that he was already like that before he cheated and when he and Honey were still married but had problems. That was sort of my take on his reasoning behind why he cheated actually.

He was just someone who couldn't cope with fame while at the same time craving it severely. He spent all of his time working and tried to remedy his lack of effort into maintaining his relationship with Honey with lavish gifts. He struggled with substance abuse- mainly alcohol but sometimes others- because he refused to realize that he had nothing else to live for now that he's at the top.

When he and Honey's fights got really bad, he'd go on a bender. He'd go for one night stands mostly, and they all have traits that are reminiscent of Honey's. They weren't on speaking terms when he missed their anniversary for the sake of going abroad. And Guy has this feeling that whatever they're dealing with- they won't be able to come back from this. He'd imagine the people and sex workers he'd spend the night with was Honey he was laying with, as and under the blur and haze of the stupor he was in, they might as well be. When people found out about him cheating, the world moves on. He's a Hollywood writer, of course it wouldn't be something people blink an eye at. His career wouldn't take a hit at all.

iii. honey's aftermath

After they got divorced, Honey would move away from Dahlia and live in a small town where they can escape Guy's name and fame. They'd heal but they severely missed someone who used to be their best friend.

Life in the small town was idyllic and had the community they needed to heal. Honey started work as a cargo truck driver, finding comfort in long winding roads in between states. They don't quite care about the cities or fame or success anymore- it's sullied by how things used to be and how Guy turned out.

At a local bookstore new, freshly packaged books was displayed front and center- and it had Guy's name on it. It stated that it was a bestseller and that it's from "American Horror Sensation, Guy". They shrug and tried to feel glad that he got what he wanted. Oh well. The two of them were different people now from the college kids that shared a home, unrecognizable from who they used to be.

They remembered what they used to tell him when he had writer's block and needed the extra push: "Dude! You're good at this. If you ever get published, I'd definitely everything you write."

"Really, everything?"

"Everything. I really do like the way you write."

They buy the copy anyway, unfortunately.

#brb #crying more in the club right now #jkfnsdkfnsdf #these new info FUEL MY LIFE #I LOVE IT! #Lowkey #i want guy to suffer seeing honey moved on #but hey #he can't take it back now #since his career is all that he live for #redacted asmr #redacted audio #headcanon #redacted guy #redacted honey

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Every once in a while, Bright Eyes returns to me like a hungry stray cat who's in desperate need of some loving. And since I still have some thoughts about how William does things during the Summit, I might as well do something about it.

#monotony's rambling #redacted audio #redacted asmr #fic snippet #redacted bright eyes #redacted william solaire #heads up #this fic is not gonna be sam friendly #just letting that out there now

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What do you think Castin’s reaction would be if he was deep in the baroness’s 🐱! I’m talking lost in it and her moaning while delivering stroke after stroke and then boom! Someone walks in.

The position they’re in? Her on her back, back actually arching off the bed! Her thighs wrapped around his waist while he is on his knees hands around her waist literally pulling her to meet his thrust and someone walks in!

What are his first instincts? What is his reactions?

Oh no! Well. This is awkward.

If they're fucking in their bedroom, everyone in the manor knows to stay the hell away from the private hallway. It's a spoken rule that disturbing the couple would mean death. Am I joking? Maybe~

So, I think the most likely location for them to get caught mid fucking is in... PUBLIC.

HERE ME OUT!

Picture a scenario. It's late in the evening. Castin and the Baroness just finished their dinner date. Throughout the whole evening, the Baroness looks straight up BANGING. You have to excuse Castin for eating his wife with his eyes throughout the night. Even the other patrons in that restaurant can't wait until Castin and the Baroness get a room nfkndkndksng

Ah, but unfortunately, our couple was too horny to even make it to their manor.

See, there's this park nearby with lots of trees to give lots of shade to people in the morning. But since it's late in the evening...

Castin is desperate to kiss every inch of the Baroness' skin. His hands are all over her body - eager to tug the slips of her dress off her shoulders and ruck up the slits that have been teasing her legs. This man needs to worship his wife, AND HE NEEDS TO DO IT NOW.

Foreplay is still a must since both of them enjoy it. They like making each other feel good. Castin ensures he doesn't press the Baroness against the tree too hard. Her comfort is always on his mind, even when lust takes over them.

When he finally slid his dick into her dripping pussy., the Baroness had to bite Castin's shoulder to stop herself from moaning loudly. This just spurs Castin to fuck himself into her warmth. He helps his wife to wrap her legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life as Castin begins fucking her hard and quick. He has to cum in her, feed this lewd body with everything of him.

Both of them were just about to orgasm when they heard voices in the distance. A group of friends are walking through the park. SO CLOSE TO THEIR TREE.

One of them notices figures in the shadow and proves to the world that some people should really be in a horror movie because his curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to check it out.

He could barely see far with the light, but he knew Castin Hammer's face anywhere. The man is an icon in Intacia, after all! Seeing him and his pants down and a pair of legs wrapped around him paints a very clear picture.

One death glare from was ready to send him running, but our Baroness was quick!

Already her brain is coming up with the worst-case scenario from this: rumours would spread that Castin is fucking some random woman in the park. So what does she do?

She gives this asshole the bitchiest side eye - just enough for him to realise who she is before dragging Castin's face to give him one hella of a filthy kiss dnkfndkjfnd.

The guy ran off soon after that with a hard on, lol.

All in all, their reputation is in tact because who would ever believe some rando talking about how Castin and the Baroness were fucking around in public.

#monotony's rambling #desmond asmr #headcanons #castin hammer #baroness (listener)

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OMGOMGOMG - IS THIS CASTIN AS AN INTACIAN BARON!?

SDNFKJNDSKF

Brooooo! The potential is blowing my mind right now!

“Meeting a Calculating Baron”

in honor of erik’s fooliverse series, i present fooliverse!castin aka ‘the calculating baron’ !

#desmond asmr #castin hammer #fooliverse!castin hammer

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"Elderly Palestinian couple looking at their former home, now occupied by a couple from Brooklyn. 🇵🇸" [@/RamAbdu on X. April 4th, 2024.]

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I'm reading again about the early days of the 1948 Nakba, and I'm just... at loss for words (cw: rape, child murder)

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, by Ilan Pappé (2006, p. 90)

And, continuing on p. 91:

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that one meme

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pyramid fight prediction

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The Pursuit of Catharsis

Pairing : Guy/Honey

Tags : Infidelity, Angst, Hurt no Comfort, Post-Divorce, Guy cheated on Honey and they both had a divorce, DILF Guy, Screenwriter Guy, Moving On Themes

Word Count : 1,453

ao3

How to Heal after a Cheating Spouse 

Betrayal from a loved one would cause a mix of emotions unlike any other: vitriol, grief, disappointment. In this column, relationship counselor C. Pardalis details the steps needed to move on. 

The first ever step that nobody ever wants to hear is forgiveness. Forgiveness isn’t done for your spouse’s sake- neither does it mean that you have to maintain a relationship with them. It’s about making peace with the pain of the past and moving forward. 

Honey closed all the tabs in their browser and shut down the laptop. Every website said the same thing- to forgive, forget, and be the bigger person. Pain simmered in the hollow of their chest. They stared around themselves and noted the take-out boxes on the table. Abandoned laundry piled high on top of the dining room chair- how’d it even get there?

The room could use some cleaning. They were expecting a guest, after all. 

In thirty minutes, Guy will arrive at the front door- as if he’s a visitor and not someone who’d lived in the complex for the past twenty years. Had they been younger- had they cared more, they probably would’ve been angrier. Tossed all of his things when they found out- when they saw the mark on the side of his neck, the pair of tickets for a vacation they didn’t book, the foreign smell of cologne sticking in the inside of his jacket. But they didn’t- and instead held onto his things for him to pick up after the divorce had been finalized. Time flew in the blink of an eye and papers were signed.

They’re older. Possibly wiser- but they think they’re just tired of it all. Or maybe they were looking for an excuse to get out of the relationship, anyway. It didn’t matter anymore. Honey quickly folded and put away the laundry in a mechanical way, their hands moved faster than their mind could catch up. 

Honey looked at the inside of their closet- a row of newer, sleek designer clothing came into view. They bit the inside of their cheek as they decided on what to wear. They came a long way ever since they began dating him- no longer the college student living in cramped, shared dorms, but someone with a sizable enough salary to afford some luxuries. 

Of course, that was nothing compared to Guy the best-selling author, award-winning screenwriter. Everything had its costs, they supposed. They hated to admit it- but they should’ve seen it coming. The success- the downfall. The way it crashed and burned for them.

Try dating yourself, the article said. Make an effort to treat yourself well and find confidence like how you would a partner. 

They picked a matching set- a navy-blue, cashmere suit and jacket. Honey looked at themself in the mirror and saw signs of aging. They also saw the bags under their eyes from sleepless nights. Nothing some concealer couldn’t fix. They straightened their jacket and fastened a watch to their wrist. 

There’s nothing to prove, Honey reminded themself. But they knew that it was a lie. They spritzed perfume on the inside of their neck. They were dressed as if they were going somewhere-when ten minutes ago, they were lounging in their sleepwear, unable to get themselves out of bed. They wanted to look like they were doing well. Unaffected. Like the twenty years that went down the drain meant nothing to them. 

If Guy wanted to sleep around- then so be it. They’re a prize that he’d regret not treasuring. 

Honey straightened their posture and twisted their defeated expression into something more neutral. It didn’t last long, as they sighed and went back to their sagged shoulders and hurt, pathetic gaze. They’d play the part when he’s here. It’s exhausting to keep up the facade when they felt nothing but confident, around them remnants of what used to be. 

Their wedding ring sat in the same drawer they kept their watches. They should pawn it off soon. 

Focus on personal development. Improve yourself and stick to a routine. It’s easy to fall into a rut when grieving the ending of a relationship, especially due to your partner’s mistake. 

Honey was the healthiest they’d ever been- yet it’s the worst they’ve ever felt. They go on runs in the crack of dawn and hike on the weekends. They’ve tried everything an acai-bowl eating, veganism-practicing LA native would do: pilates, yoga, hot yoga, crossfit. The post-exercise endorphins would soothe them momentarily, but soon the grief of it all would crash into them like a wave against the cliffs and they stood, heaving on the floor like an animal.

It’s ironic how they were the happiest when they would barely sleep and eat anything that they could afford at the time- which wasn’t much. When Guy would excitedly bring pizza for dinner when they knew that he’d pay for them out of his own paycheck. He’d say that he made it especially for them, and the worst part was that it was true. He put onions because he knew they liked them when he didn’t- put up with the horrors of pineapple on pizza when he found it disgusting. 

Honey swallowed and fought the incoming tears. Fuck. 

A series of knocks echoed through the apartment and they straightened themself. A picture of serenity and composure. The door swung to reveal the person they’ve been dreading. 

“Hey,” he greeted, somewhat hesitant. He had the nerve to look sorry. Anger boiled in their stomach and took purchase in their diaphragm as Honey dissected the man in front of them. 

At forty-five, he was definitely still attractive, the half-up, salt-and-pepper hair and unshaved stubble giving him an air of aged wisdom. But Honey just thought that he looked weary, the well-tailored, expensive suit doing a good job of hiding his defeated sort of pride. They have that in common.

It’s been a difficult year. 

“Your things are in the boxes near the couch. I packed them so you can just take them away,” they said, curt and flat. 

“Okay,” he replied, tight-lipped. They could feel the sadness emanating from him- it reminded them of the night of the confrontation- when he broke down and said that they should leave, because they deserved better. And they do, they like to believe that they do. But why is it so hard?

“Your books and CDs- the Star Trek merch is over there, too.” 

“Thanks,” Guy muttered. And the two of them stood in a suffocating silence. 

“I don’t resent you, by the way,” Honey said, the words practiced, their back turned from him against the backdrop of the city lights from the floor-to-ceiling windows. 

“Really.” It was rhetorical, not a question but more of an ironic statement. 

Guy gave a weak laugh, like it’s a private joke only he understood. After signing one movie deal after the next, He’s somehow rougher on the edges now, as if any form of gentleness that remained in him was no longer. “I don’t deserve you,” he said, grief-stricken and still as earnest as ever, and Honey could feel the twist of a knife in their stomach. 

The article repeated itself in their mind. The first ever step that nobody ever wants to hear is forgiveness. 

Fuck that, Honey thought as they tried to hold themself together. Fuck that article. Fuck Guy. Fuck him and his ambitions and the pains of his past for taking the one thing they ever cared about. 

What if they don’t want to forgive? What if the pain was so unbearable- it wasn’t like this was a mistake that could be fixed with a good, healthy lifestyle and breathing exercises. Twenty years. Twenty years of seeing him, soft and gentle, yet unrelenting in the pursuit of his dreams of becoming a writer. His hair brushed against their neck whenever he’d lean his head on their shoulder back in the movie nights they had in college. Him taking care of them whenever they’re sick and pissy about it. The late-night drives and the way he’d always have time for them no matter how busy he was.

The light that drained from his eyes, the exhaustion. The way he’d go home in the dead of night, drained and tired and burnt out. The stink of cigarettes and the alcohol under his breath. The articles, the tabloids, the rumors and how they insisted that he wouldn’t do it. He loved them too much to ever leave them for someone else. 

Honey collapsed into the floor as soon as Guy closed the door behind him. Heavy sobs wrecked through them as the night wrapped them in its embrace. 

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it’s always castin this castin that- GIVE ME SOME WARREN X CUPCAKE BLURBS AND FICS RIGHT NEOWWW😣😣

(this goes for the whole desmond fandom not js u but i js love your writing😫)

Nah, that's fair, Anon.

Unfortunately, Castin and the Baroness captured my writing muse the most T.T It also doesn't help that the Baroness is the only Listener that I flesh out the most.

Have you checked AO3? I think there were... uh... 2 fics about Cupcake and Warren?

#monotony's rambling #desmond asmr #warren the gladiator #cupcake (listener)

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Godzilla curling up like a cat

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BRO!!! I CAN'T. LOOK AT HOW HE SOFTEN UP AS SOON AS HE SAW MOTHRA!!!

My man LOVES his wife!!!

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Come with Kong to Monkeyland!

Kong just wants to show his New Empire in Hollow Earth

My brain constantly nagging me to draw this as Kong:

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when your wife finds out about all the chaos and destruction you caused while she was gone