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doubtingthomasin · 2 years

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i am here to prove that i am god's weakest soldier once and for all.

kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 1: orgasm denial

word count: 4k

MINORS DNI FFS

(i'm really not sure how many of these i can do since i'm also working on a larger piece...but i just had to try.)

@viharker

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Just act natural, Chrissy thinks to herself, standing outside the door to the drama room. Well, not the drama room itself, but the place where they store set pieces and costumes and the like. Her stomach roils in anticipation all the same.

Eddie had slipped a note in her locker between third and fourth period that day, simply asking her to meet him there once school let out, even more simply signed E.M. She ignored how her heart leapt, as she did every time it made any motion around him. It doesn’t make sense to her, how infatuated she already is with him after only a few weeks of hanging out, if that’s what you can call it. She had agreed to help tutor him for Ms. O’Donnell’s class, and things were going well so far. Probably just wants extra study time, she assures herself, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

She’ll take anything as long as he doesn’t say what she’s dreading to hear the most.

None of this makes sense, Chrissy. We shouldn’t hang out anymore. We’re just too different.

The knots in her stomach tighten again at the thought. She knows he’s actually a good guy, wouldn’t do anything to embarrass or hurt her on purpose, so why else would he want to meet so privately if not to call this whole arrangement off?

It’s a little longer before she realizes she’s been standing there for about five minutes. Maybe he left. Maybe he’s smoking. Maybe she should just knock, for crying out loud.

She does so, timidly so that she thinks it might not carry enough.

“You may enter.”

His sudden voice makes her gasp, and she shakes her head. Get it together, Chrissy. It’s probably just a tutoring session.

She pushes the door open slowly to find Eddie sitting on what looks like a throne at the head of a large table, one foot on the chair, the other leg dangling over the side carelessly. He’s leaning on the chair arm with his hand dangling in front of his mouth, but he rests his chin on his fist as she walks closer. Smiling a little at her obvious confusion.

He looks so damn good she could die.

She offers a small, nervous, “Hi,” little wave and all.

“Hey.” It's all he says, staying still. She can't see how his pulse is jumping in his throat or how she's stolen his breath just by walking in the room.

She looks around the room, empty of any other occupants. Still. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

He shrugs, folding his hands over his t-shirt. “‘S just us, gorgeous.” Chrissy swears her whole body shudders at the endearment, but it doesn't seem that he noticed.

“Right, yeah. The note.” She nods, taking him in again. His jacket and vest are on the table, his tee dotted with slashes and holes she's sure he made himself–and she realizes he's one of those guys who looks dangerously attractive in one layer. Calm down, Chrissy, holy hell.

“Sorry to be so mysterious." He's up off the chair in one fluid movement, slowly walking toward her. "But I figured if you accidentally lost it, you wouldn’t want someone explicitly knowing who you’ve been hanging out with recently.” He raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't actually mind being her secret friend. Or whatever she wanted to call him.

She can call him anything. No matter what, he's already hers.

She shakes her head. “I don’t care if people know.”

That actually surprises him a bit, though it doesn't show. “Really?”

“No," she insists with a shrug of her own. "I mean…they have you all wrong.”

His somewhat smug grin softens a tinge. “How so?”

“They think…well, don’t make me say it.”

“Why not?” he asks innocently.

“I don’t want your feelings hurt," she implores. Eddie's eyes widen before he scoffs, which then turns into a genuine laugh. It'd been years since someone around his age had given even two shits about his feelings. “Did I do something? Say something?”

He swallows the rest of his laughter before playing coy again. “What makes you ask that?” He's standing right in front of her, and he hopes she can see the affection in his eyes past the teasing.

But he's not sure she can. Instead, she just seems suspicious. “You’re just…acting different.”

“I guess I’ve made a decision." God, here it comes, she thinks miserably. "It…occurred to me when you told me you were breaking up with Jason soon, but it took me a few days to, I don’t know, imagine the possibilities.”

She thought she knew what he was about to say, so the strange turn in subject matter has her shaking her head again. “I’m not following, Eddie.”

“D’you know what makes a good DM, Chrissy?” He looks at her expectantly, leaning back against the table on his hands.

“DM?”

“Dungeon Master." He's moving, can't seem to stop moving actually, walking slowly around her. "It’s a Dungeons & Dragons term. It’s what I am, actually. I decide what happens to all the player’s characters, in a manner of speaking. They roll the dice, but I’ve already laid out what could happen ahead of time. Whether they roll well or badly, I’m always ten steps ahead."

He puts his hands softly on her shoulders for a moment, but it still makes her jump. "You gotta be. It’s more than just having a good imagination. I mean, I do…God, I do." He's standing right behind her, his voice suddenly heavy, and she thinks she might know what he's looking at. She refuses to get her hopes up. "The point is, in this room, I’m in charge. I rule with an iron fist and very little mercy. So now, being forewarned," He walks back into view, eyes shimmering as he crossed his arms, "I ask you, Chrissy Cunningham. Do you have what it takes to join us?”

She'd been so caught up in wondering whether he was checking her out or not that she almost misses his question. “I'm sorry. Join who in what?”

He looks to the side, wondering how he could've been clearer. “D-Dungeons & Dragons. We’re starting a new campaign next month, and we’ll have the full group as long as…Lucas doesn’t abandon us for basketball camp.”

“W-..." A smile spreads across her face as she realizes this is the opposite of what she thought would happen. "I don’t know the first thing about it.”

“I’ll teach you," he says supportively, waving a hand. "You’re gonna need something to distract you from the heartbreak and I am more than happy to provide that.”

She's honestly not sure what to say. The fact that he wants to include her in a hobby that she knows is vastly important to him has her blushing for some reason. “I…I guess I can try.”

He claps his hands in triumph, making her laugh. “That’s my girl! I was so hoping you’d say yes. Trust me, it’s so fun, especially when you get to make Dustin mad. I do it on purpose all the time." He's grabbing his lunch box and textbook when he remembers the nervous look on her face when she walked in, so he stops, mirth evaporated. "Just out of curiosity, Chrissy, what did you think we were meeting to discuss?”

“I thought maybe an extra tutoring session," she says honestly, but he's giving her that look. The searching one he gave her that first day at the picnic table, like he's trying to read her mind. She decides on more honesty. "Or that you didn’t wanna hang out with me anymore or something stupid like that." She's not making eye contact, fiddling with her hair as she kicks her foot a little on the floor. "It’s so stupid.”

He leaves his things on the table to put his hands on her shoulders. The seriousness in his eyes gives her goosebumps. “Why would I abandon you?”

The way he says it, as if there's no possible way he'd ever consider it, finally brings her eyes to his. “I don’t know.”

She said it in such a small, quiet voice that it was a good thing he was looking at her lips anyway. He knows she's not naturally quiet, no cheerleader is. It's been instilled in her, forced on her somewhere along the way. He definitely wants to gut whoever did that.

“I guess," he begins, scratching the back of his neck, "I could…go ahead and tell you something else I’ve been debating. I just don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or make you change your mind.”

Her brow furrows before she smiles softly. “How could you make me uncomfortable?” He's close enough now that he can smell her strawberry shampoo, see the mascara meticulously coating each pale lash above those beautiful blue eyes, the shine of her plush, glossed lips.

He's so close. So dangerously close.

And she doesn't seem to mind.

That knowledge gives him the courage–or stupidity, he'll find out which soon enough–to continue.“ I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time, like years. Like…since the talent show back in eighth grade when you were, uh, the only one who clapped for our song. And um…the last thing I’d ever want to do is make you feel obligated or…I don’t know." He swallows nervously, smiles a little frantically. "I’m losing my words. That’s not a good quality in a DM, by the way.”

“You like me?” Chrissy asks, taking one of his hands in hers. “As in…romantically?” She's almost too calm, but she's still trying to comprehend how this can be possible. He's older and gorgeous and so much more sure of himself than she fears she'll ever be.

Eddie's heart hammered in his chest, trying to escape because it's still too far away from her. He gives a wry nod. “Pretty sure that’s the word for it." Dropping her hand, he shifts both his tone and his body away. "So, yeah. Much bigger chance of you leaving me. And that's what I'm giving you a chance at right now, I guess."

She's starting to get whiplash. "I'm lost again."

"Leave if you want, kill me now before I get attached to you or something." He laughs a bit manically on the "kill me now" like he expects it. She can tell he means it, not taking his eyes off the table as he idly flips at the textbook cover. But he's waiting, breathing heightened as he tries to brace himself for the worst.

"Eddie…" She crosses the small distance, reaching up to touch his cheek. Relief floods them both at the moment of contact, his eyes closing against her cool fingertips on his cheekbone. He exhales sharply, the sound making her thighs clench. She presses even closer, her thumb ghosting over his bottom lip and he shivers. "It's too late for me."

When he opens his eyes, hers are so warm, so innocent and wide that he feels his pants tighten. He almost protests when she removes her thumb, the words lost yet again when she leans up to press her lips to his.

It's a chaste, sweet kiss that his brain doesn't even compute until it's over, so quickly he easily could've dreamt it. He has before. He swallows thickly as he opens his eyes again to find hers are still closed–and his darken as he thinks of the ways in which he wants to consume her. Ways he'd only ever let himself imagine in his room in the dark, now released unbidden in his mind with one, soft kiss.

His eyes are dazed as if he'd gotten hold of some really good bud. He might as well have, for how intoxicating she proves to be. "You haven't broken up with Jason yet." It sounds like a valid reason to stop, but his hands are already resting on her waist, the back of her neck.

His voice is barely above a whisper, reverberating through her chest. She thinks she's already wet. But then her eyes fly open for a moment as his cool fingers reach the heated skin on the back of her neck, and she sees his face and knows she is. "Is that a deal-breaker?" Her voice is high, quaking and strained at the sight of lust in every feature of his.

And then he's smiling, hand sliding into her hair to hold her tighter, leaning into her lips just to brush against them. "Not even close." He chokes it out, already sounding desperate as he kisses her again.

He's almost bruising, he's wanted this so goddamn long, their tongues meeting as she lets him in. But she squeaks, pulling back a little, and he realizes he pulled her hair too hard. "I'm so sorry," he says quickly, panting as she pulls away completely.

Chrissy catches her breath, not taking her eyes off him as her mind absolutely reels. It's obvious from his face, from the red flush and the set of his jaw, that she'd just caught a glimpse of a side of him she wasn't meant to. His eyes are wide, apologetic, and she looks toward the door.

Oh, God, please don't leave me.

"What am I doing?" she asks, staring at the floor for a moment before moving toward the exit.

Eddie's stomach falls in a sickening way, his brain frantically searching for the right words. "I'm so sorry, Chrissy, please." He follows after her at a distance like a puppy, anxiety clawing up his throat, watching her strawberry blond ponytail bob up and down for what could be the last time. “I’m such a creep, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave, yell at me or hit me or–” That’s as far as he gets before he sees her shut the door and lock it, turning to him with a partly amused grin.

“Hit you?” she asks, walking back over to him. He stays perfectly still, unsure whether or not he actually messed up. But she places one hand against his cheek, letting the other slip slowly down from his shoulder to his stomach, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. Her eyes stay trained on his, fleeting glances at his lips, as she presses her body firmly to his. “I could never hurt you, Eddie.”

Oh, if she only knew how horribly wrong she was.

His breathing slows as he realizes everything’s okay, but his heart is making a beeline for her yet again. “I thought you were leaving.” His voice sounds pitiful to his own ears, but he can’t even find any shame in that.

“Don’t think I could do that either,” she whispers, her roving hand resting on his belt buckle. Oh, Christ. "Just thought…we wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us…would we?"

Her eyes are hazy, her bottom lip jutting out slightly, begging to be bitten. Never so fast has relief turned to white-hot need in his gut. A groan escapes him as he feels one of her fingers pressing against his stomach, and the sound makes her ache in all the right places. He says nothing, his voice stolen by the vixen currently letting her fingertips ghost over his collarbone.

God, she’d wanted to touch him for what felt like ages.

Even just the small movements of her hands has him on a knife’s edge, and he wants to let her do whatever she wants, but he needs clarity. “What exactly are you asking for, Chrissy?”

She slowly blinks up at him. “Whatever you’ll give me, Eddie.” She sounds so pleading, so breathy, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Careful.” He finally moves, taking her hand from his chest and placing it on the back of his neck. “That’s everything, princess.” He’s glad he sounds more confident than he feels.

She smiles as he looks at her reverently, his hands on her hips. “Then…I just want you to touch me.”

At the request he groans again, lower in his chest. “Where?”

And then she says the three most beautiful words he’s ever heard.

“Anywhere you like.”

She tilts her head, leaning up to kiss him, when he suddenly lifts her into the air. Chrissy yelps, her hands meeting behind his neck, and her legs have no choice but to quickly wrap around his waist. He exhales sharply as he feels her heat against his fully clothed erection, and she gasps at feeling him grind into her, happy that she went with a skirt that morning.

Eddie gives her a mischievous smirk before capturing her lips, his hands on her ass and thighs as hers weave their way into his hair. They moan freely, loudly into a furious assault of tongues, lips, and teeth, and she barely feels gravity pulling against her as he lowers her onto the table.

He has one hand on her thigh, halfway under her skirt, as his other hand grabs her chin to break their kiss. She whimpers at the loss of contact, which only makes him laugh, a low, dusky sound as he meets her eye to speak. “Can I taste you, too?” His voice betrays him, shaky and full of hunger.

She’s stunned, her eyelids fluttering as she comprehends his meaning. Jason had said before that boys didn’t like going down on girls, refusing to do it himself even as he asked for a blowjob. The fact that Eddie wants to has her legs opening wider on their own, her skirt falling back prettily against her hips. So she nods, her world tilting on its axis as his thumb presses into her bottom lip.

He swears he’s going to burst just looking at her. “I need words, baby.”

She exhales shakily, trying to find her voice. “Yes…please.” She somehow makes eye contact, his pupils blown wide so that his eyes look almost black, and wonders if she looks the same. His thumb is still pulling down on her lip, laser-focused as he moves it inward across her teeth.

Oh.

She’d read about this move in Cosmo.

Her tongue languidly laps at the tip of his thumb as she closes her lips around it, sucking him further into her mouth. She gives him those big doe eyes again and she can tell right away that he hadn’t been expecting the lewd display he was currently receiving, his mouth falling further open as he groans loudly.

“Jesus Christ, Chrissy.” He removes his thumb quickly to kiss her again, hand sliding back into her hair as he lays her down. He moves away from her mouth, peppering kisses over her cheek until he makes it down to the pulse in her neck, growling into her skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

She can’t focus to respond as the hand on her thigh hooks into the waistband of her panties, pulling gently in question. It’s the only response she can afford, pulling down from the other side as they remove the thin fabric together. Once they’re off, he shoves them in his back pocket, nipping her neck a little when he finally feels how wet she is.

She cries out at the sudden contact, his large fingers stroking almost immediately up and down her opening. “You’re drenched, baby.” Chrissy whimpers at the smile in his honeyed voice, marveling at how he can play with her when he’s just as aroused.

“Eddie, please, I need it.” And he almost breaks, almost gives into the temptation to rip her clothes off and fuck her into the table. Instead, he removes his hand, neglect drawing a pained whine from her pretty little throat.

“What do you say?” He’s almost kicking himself mentally, on the edge of Heaven itself and he still wants to push for more. Her legs wrap tighter as she ruts against him, and he presses both hands into her hips, pinning her to the table. She whines again, eyes closed with the most gorgeous, agonized expression on her face, and she’s perfect how she is.

He doesn’t need her eyes open yet anyway.

Eddie catches her chin again, firmly turning her face to where he can rest his lips against hers, speaking into her mouth. She’s already burning up. “What. Do. You. Say?”

“Please,” she cries softly, her cunt throbbing. “I said please.” He’s smiling again, his fingertips brushing the inside of her thigh, a promise of more on its way that makes her squirm beneath him.

“‘Please,’ what?” He doesn’t know exactly why he’s pushing her so much, but she sounds so fucking good that he can’t seem to stop.

She’s almost confused, and she searches her mind for what word or phrase he wants her to use. It doesn’t take her long, and the knowledge of what he wants to hear surges straight down to her clit.

“Please–” she begins, faltering. But she was already too far gone. They both were. “Please, master.”

The hand on her thigh stops, his eyes closing as hers open, his jaw clenching as the sound of her plea reaches into his gut and turns him inside out. He’s kissing her again, lazily licking into her mouth as he resumes stroking her. She moans with relief as he sucks on her neck, her head lolling to the side to give him better access. She’s just relaxing into his hand, smiling and biting her lower lip, when a finger slides inside her.

Chrissy arches up slightly, mouth falling open as he curls the digit against her inner wall. “Oh, my God.”

He kisses up her throat, trailing his hand down from her hair to over her clothed breast, squeezing. “Let’s stick with ‘master’ for now.” She laughs, a small, clipped sound cut off by his thumb finding her clit, rolling it in small quick circles. She keens at the intensity, and she’s so loud they might actually get caught. Fuck it. “One more finger?” he asks once she’s quieter, his voice somehow stronger.

She nods desperately. “Please, please.” He obeys, and her eyes roll back as he strokes in earnest. His hand slides under her shirt, under her bra, finding her nipple and pinching. Her hand tightens in his hair as she yelps, legs starting to shake. She feels cool air on her chest as he pushes her clothes up, trading his pinching fingers for his mouth.

“Yes, yes, fuck!” She really is being so deliciously loud, and he’s never been harder in his life. He groans as he sucks, but his patience with himself is wearing thin. The fingers inside her quicken, her whimpered words incomprehensible as she gets closer to her breaking point. But he does catch, “Eddie, I’m so close.”

And that’s his cue. His hands and mouth cease their onslaught, and he pulls her bra and shirt back down as she feels an honest flare of anger in the pit of her stomach. She hides it, opting for just as honest confusion instead. “W-What are you doing? I didn’t finish.”

“I know,” he says simply, his cock leaking as he slides her panties up her legs. She catches his wrist firmly. He figured she would, and looks up at her with feigned innocence.

“Why can’t I come?” She sounds so heartbroken that he almost changes his mind.

He sits her up, takes in the exquisite sight of her rucked up skirt, messed hair, her pouting swollen lips and pink cheeks. Christ, she’s perfect. And she wants him.

“Sweetheart,” he begins, grabbing his coat and vest to put them on, “you’re loud enough to wake the dead.”

Her face falls as she looks down at her legs. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no, no,” he says softly, taking her chin again and planting a comforting kiss on her lips. “That’s never a bad thing.” His fingers caress her neck and she leans into the touch. “I’m so hard it’ll probably be painful to walk, if that’s any indication of how much I love it.” Her lips curl up in a shy smile as he presses his forehead to hers. “And while I’d love nothing more than to ravish you on this table, you can’t afford to get caught on school grounds, can you?”

It’s a really good point, and she nods against the aching emptiness between her legs.

“So, my lady,” he concludes, pulling her off the table and into his arms, “we’ll just have to move this party outside.” And with one more kiss that makes her giggle, he gathers his things, takes her by the hand, and leads her out to the parking lot.

#i've gotta be less wordy lol #eddissy #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer kinktober #evan's writing

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izzy-b-hands · 1 month

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So. I'm allowing myself a vent post or two abt Stuff in the Brain today that won't fuck off, but it'll all be under a cut if I feel I'm at risk of being too wordy so folks don't gotta see this if they don't wanna. And on this one I did get wordy, multi-paragraphs so. fair warning if u decide to be brave and read thru it lol

I'm behind on getting Mum a bday gift. Like two weeks behind. Partially bc money, partially bc the thing I really wanted to get her involves bidding on ebay and attempting to win a listing (and I just haven't managed it yet lmao), and partially bc like:

For once I've been living my life for me, thinking abt me and Housemate first and foremost, and focusing on what I actually want/need from day to day, and that means I'm away from my phone a bit more than usual, which means I've missed some calls and texts from Mum and just haven't been as Available via phone/apps/etc as I've been in the past

(including one time in the last week or so where Housemate and I stepped aside to the kitchen to make ourselves mac n cheese, and Mum was late to calling me for a planned call, so I figured I was safe to leave the phone by the couch while we cooked. Nope! In that less than half hour, 25 mins at most that it took us to finish mac and get plated up, she figured we'd both A. fallen down the stairs and were now dying from brain bleeds while the cats sniffed us in panic and fear B. decided to cut her out of my life forever and so now I wasn't going to be answering her calls (tho this point I didn't know until a much more recent text where she admitted to it and did say she was ashamed of feeling that way.) )

So I really need to get something out to her, either the chocolates I was planning on sending for her and the family from a local shop, the Snoopy Build-A-Bear plushie with a lil 'I miss you' tshirt and a voice thingy inside it with me telling her to remember that I love her and am always grateful for her help and care and things like that, whatever will fit lol (this is the fucker that triggered this whole train crash of a set of thoughts today lmao), and/or something from one of the ebay listings I've been trying to get (I just need to accept it and pay the buy it now price considering what the thing is isn't like. Uber rare? But apparently Bon Jovi doesn't have their figurines made any more, so they're a bit harder to find and I'm gonna risk not getting one at all if I don't just. do the dang thing lmao)

I'm thinking the Snoopy would be best/easiest for rn, but I keep getting stuck on what I'll say for the recording and it's so dumb but like:

I know, for the sake of both of us and the deeply grown and intertwined sort of emotionally incest-flavoured codependency Mum and I have, we probably should eventually try going NC or LC for at least like. a month or two in the future? Probably even a bit longer? Not as like a 'this is forever' thing (unless something would happen that would point to that as the best option for both of us), but just until we can maybe both heal a bit and work closer towards something even vaguely approaching a more normal mother/son relationship.

And the particular fear is very silly but like. I'd hate to say the things I have planned, that I mean (I do love her, and I know she does her best, and so I'm grateful for every bit and every sort of help she's ever given or will ever give me), and then we someday go NC or LC, and she's hurt by having the plush and audio around as a reminder of how things were before. I could see her throwing it away in a fit, and then being so sad and begging for a new one by the next day. And I'd want to get her one. I don't know if that's right of me or not.

Like, the trauma has me Entirely overthinking this and I know it's ridiculous, you know? But still. Got the Build-A-Bear tab open on my phone bc the chocolate is at least partially to be shared, so that's Not Enough as a partial belated bday gift; and I'd like to hit another paycheck (or part of it, since the uni rarely puts the full fucking direct deposit in on scheduled payday lmao) before I try for the Bon Jovi figurine (and hope it isn't bought before that point.) So the plush is really the best choice, and I don't want to wait any longer to send anything out bc like. Her bday was at the beginning of March, this is fucking ridiculous of me and not how I like handling gifts at all, for anyone!!

Fingers crossed I just. Get the fucking recording done, get it ordered and have them send it out to her, and that'll be enough until I can get my hands on a figurine and/or order the chocolates and candies for her, her bf, and to share with the rest of the family.

#text post #spotify decided to play Con singing La Vie En Rose while I typed this and I always cry during that so between that and the topic here #im more of a mess than i want to be (worth it tho to hear Con's voice)#Im still banking on having spoons for convos later today #so i do appreciate y'all bearing with me on that and am sending u all hugs for it #maybe time to dip into the drafts and hope my brain settles on thinking abt blorbos instead of. All This #tw codependency #I just mention it between me and mum but. tagging to b safe

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babybemyweekend · 11 months

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I am thinking of getting into p1h because jump is a bop, any idea where to start

Hi!! Jump is seriously sooo good!! I'm not sure how helpful I'll end up being, but I'll try my best! (I'm gonna put this under a break, because it ended up getting kinda long 😅)

So disclaimer: when I start listening to a new artist I am lazy and always either just start at the beginning of their discography and listen straight through (usually if its a newer artist with less music out) or listen to some random person's playlist on Spotify and go from there 😂😭

When I started listening to them, my friend (@icyxthot hiii and thank u <3) recommended their Disharmony series to me.

I know a lot of people say that Scared is one of the essential P1Harmony songs, and it's definitely one of my faves! I also really like End It, Follow Me, AYAYA, Black Hole, Different Song for Me, Mirror Mirror, Butterfly, and their debut song Siren.

And I'm obsessed with the full version of Breakthrough. The intro version of it from their first album is what hooked me!!

Also idk what other people think about it, but I LOVE the song they did with Pink Sweat$, Gotta Get Back. (I'm a little biased there because I loooove Pink Sweat$ soso much)

Honestly they don't really have any songs that I don't like, so it's hard for me to tell you specific songs without just ending up naming every song lol

I don't watch a super huge amount of content, but I did really enjoy the video where all the members picked out outfits for a buzzfeed person. And i liked the interview they did with Eric Nam. From the random clips I've seen, they all seem like genuinely talented guys with the added bonus of being very funny.

Anyway, sorry I got a little wordy. I hope this helps even a little bit!! 💕 :)

#p1harmony #p1h #suhyeonsbian #ask

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spacegoatart · 3 years

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Hi! I've seen your post about Treasure planet headcanons, soo here is a bunch of mine:

• Silver speaks multiple languages; sometimes he mixes them up as he goes, especially when he's tired, and ends up with "wait what" moments. Some of those become inside jokes between him and Jim.

• Silver hums space shanties when he's working; sometimes he isn't really aware that he's doing that, and if someone (Jim or maybe Sarah Hawkins) asks him what song he is humming, he may not be able to answer right away. He taught Jim a bunch of them, and Morph learned them by constantly overhearing; sometimes the little shapeshifter would either copy Silver's humming or morph into a musical instrument(tin whistle, harmony, maybe a really small lute/guitar) and literally play itself, or morph into whatever lyrics say–tiny ships, aetherium sea monsters, you name it.

• The eye in the bonzabeast stew isn't an actual eye plucked from someone – its actually a fruit from Silver's homeworld, basically a really freaky looking space cherry tomato; it is tricky to industrially grow and harvest even in its natural range, so there is little export and not many people know about it. It is tasty, though, especially pickled, and Silver likes it. They are legally required to be sold in opaque glassware on some worlds, though.

• Jim really likes the texture of solar sails(I hc it to be similar to a really tough, but smooth synthetic, like an outer layer of clothes for winter sports–not stretchy and making nice crinkly/hissy sounds when rubbed against itself) also, solar sails are ironed together rather than sewn when repairs are needed, and when Jim gets his hands onto a real sail iron press for the first time and gets a feel of patching up a sail, he nearly cries with happiness(he put the sails on his solar surf together with homemade instruments, and it was a lot of trial, error and burned fingers)

• Jim has either inattentive or combined type ADHD(a good bit of projecting here, gotta admit); it added a lot of stress for him, both during his sailing on RLS Legacy and in the Academy; Silver is mildly confused, but supportive dad.

• Jim learned some really fancy cooking skills from Silver–he knew how to cook before, but had a pretty utilitarian attitude towards it, not a passion for it. Sometimes he stress cooks or stress cleans, and Silver has to remind him to drink water/stretch/take a break, kid, seriously, you've spent literally hours pacing around, you'll have blisters on your feet if you won't stop

I have more, but I feel like I shared a lot for the first time. Hope you're having a good time ^_^

yess thank u for these, i love all of these :D i wanted to talk about each one so it gets kind of wordy, i really enjoyed seeing these (sorry it took me a few days to finally answer, i meant to answer earlier but i got busy)

1. i love this one, this could be canon lol. its very resourceful to know multiple languages as a pirate so i’m sure he does know many, as well as mix them up. Jim would immediately tease him about it, Silver would laugh about it too.

2. UGH YES he totally sings, i was kind of disappointed that we don't hear him sing in the movie but whatever. morph loves his singing and would totally join along or find a pocket and fall asleep. Silver probably has a great voice making his humming/singing even more enchanting to listen to.

3. this one is really interesting, i hadn't thought about the fact that it may not be a real eye but that would make sense. it wouldn't be the first time nature has adapted visual defense mechanisms to stop things from eating them. the glass jar idea is really cool because yeah, you don't want to buy a jar of something and see eyeballs, as well as someone might put actual ones in, that's a hazard.

4. yess love Jim with sensory issues, he would totally just go up on the mast and touch them and loose his mind. Silver would tell him to get down, etc but he kind of gets it. solar sails are probably hard to care for, especially if they're supposed to soak up energy (i think at least, they're supposed to be solar panels but thinner and flexible) so they would need a special set of tools, ones i’m sure Jim couldn't afford at the time. i wonder if he bought his own or if Sarah and Silver got him one for a birthday or something

5. YES i hadn't even thought about mentally ill Jim but yes he 100% has ADHD (i also have ADHD so don't worry about projecting xD). he probably couldn't focus as well in school and with the stress of the inn and Leland leaving him, he got so frustrated and kind of gave up. while that sucks, he found something to entertain himself, solar surfing and it absolutely became his special interest. when he gets to the academy, he starts to struggle again but this time hes not as put off by it, since he really did want to go. he probably doesn't find out that he has ADHD until either a year or few months in, mainly because it isn't his behavior causing him to fall back. Sarah probably feels so guilty but Jim lets her know that its ok, even he wasn't aware. he starts using his diagnosis to learn what he can do to help himself and he starts getting motivated to keep learning. i was thinking about Jim in the academy, i think he’d become super interested in math, maybe it'd even become a special interest! i just think he’d love to know the way numbers make up the world and how you can determine events based on calculations

6. Jim probably knew how to cook before from his mom but Silver definitely sparked an interest in him. cooking became less of a known skill and became an art, watching Silver garnish dishes, make special sauces and create something delicious out of just the few things on the ship. i bet he’d come home and start stress cleaning, confusing the heck out of Sarah. she knew he was stressed but couldn't help but be a little grateful that her kitchen was completely clean. when Silver is around, he doesn’t really understand that Jim is stressed out, he just thinks he’s cleaning. once he DOES catch on however, he hangs around while Jim is scrubbing, handing him water, convincing him that he can talk about it if he wants and keeping an eye on him in general. it ends up stressing Silver out, watching Jim get so worried over a grade or an assignment, so Silver tries to get Jim to go on walks with him and relax a little. however, Silver knows he can’t make Jim do anything so when Jim insists he just wants to clean and think for a bit, Silver leaves him be. not that he doesn’t immediately go to Sarah to talk about how worried he is about Jim. i wonder if Sarah stress cleans to, maybe Jim gets it from her?

#treasure planet silver #treasure planet jim #treasure planet jim hawkins #treasure planet morph #treasure planet sarah #treasure planet sarah hawkins #treasure planet headcanons #treasure planet hc #treasure planet #UGH my heart bro #ill probably make a post about my own headcanons since ive been thinking about them all week

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