#daydream : hhs

[heeheesang]

daydream.

daydream. | lee heeseung smau.

yn and heeseung practically grew up together ever since heeseung moved into yn's neighbourhood at ten years old. they watched one another grow and were always at each other's houses.

once you were both reached eighteen years old, heeseung was gone to seoul to fulfill his dreams of becoming an idol, a singer. you voted for him everyday on that useless survival show and always checked in on him.

you admit, you do miss him. i mean afterall, you did have a crush on him. but you also have to admit, being with him was just a daydream, it would never happen.

daydream. | cast

lee heeseung — has been in a group, enhypen, for four years. thinks that yn forgets about him every once in a while, misses his friends and family in his hometown. has a crush on yn since they turned fifteen.

myeong yn (fc : chaewon) — a fashion intern in namyangju, their hometown. misses heeseung dearly, thinks that he'll come back to her and his family. siblings with myeong jaehyun, a well known student with his group of friends. had a crush on heeseung when she was fifteen but stopped when he became an idol.

daydream. | list

who's this?

sns posts

what's a fake twitter?

interactions!

yn's famous?!

the hell is this place

double surprise..?

who’s he?

new model.

jealous hee?

hate? sensitive topics!

back home.

the talk. mentions of drinking!

fashion week!

final wishes.

a month later…

hey.

is this a soft launch??

love.

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[terroryuriweek]

Day 5 - Wedding

pov you are about to be poisoned by your new wife (her friends supply the poison)

this is based on The Reluctant Bride by Auguste Toulmouche. I had the idea of Billie about to get married while Armitage, Jopson, and Hoar try and talk her out of it by telling her all the worst gossip they'd heard about Hickey. stewards stick together ^_^👍

i have to admit something though... i struggled with the hands so badly i ended up tracing them... i did this because i'm a HACK FRAUD and i love art theft

alt version with pupils under the cut because i like it also

[adams-shitty-daydreams]

OKAY... I really wanted to draw Lucifer shut up-

[binarybitex]

idk if ive ever said it but ngl, if i was given the opportunity, i would absolutely have spin-off books for Heart Hollow........

rambling below!

firstly

Hana Yang!

she's a briefly mentioned char earlier in the book - she was essentially Wallace and Andrei's second-hand-woman back in the day. she ends up playing a very large part in the series later.... her history with the Hotel and Heart Hollow, PA is complex and very deep. while we do get to learn the key points, i'd just love to explore it deeper.

or, hey, a whole book on Zeke's life before Heart Hollow! we end up learning a lot about what led him to this weird little mountain town later on, but getting to be in his previous life would be soooo interesting.....

fuck dude...... Lewis POV for once in my life??? spare Lewis POV???? idk what i'd do for that tbh. we learn a lot about Lewis since he's the second main character, and it'd feel redundant to retell his entire story when we already go so in-depth later on lol

idk. maybe exploring his time at the Hotel before Zeke comes around would be interesting. he started off as a receptionist and eventually got bumped up to assistant manager, while also dealing with the aftermath of his Big Traumatic Event.

it could be, like, in the same timeframe as the main trilogy, but from Lewis' POV - not exactly retelling the same stories, but adding more lil day-to-day interactions instead. how he deals with Zeke now being in his life......

idk!!

obv this is not a priority but i like to daydream about it :]

if I want Lewis POV i will write some drabbles...... trust me, i already got some ideas scrambling around up in this noggin >:]

[lotusgrieved]

seriously thinking about rebranding, but ... the work .. 😣

[hiemaldesirae]

O think personally to Tie back into NODWFM (if you make a sequel with them in hell) I'd give Vox some animal traits. Maybe cat or dog traits? Maybe cat though, cause they're so elegant. Or, since they grew up in a bayou make him a swamp puppy with the same ability and powers he has in cannon. Or a shark with a TV head, lol.

i wont be making a sequel, thats for sure. spinoffs and extra chapters are still on the table but i dont have the mental capacity nor freetime to complete a sequel lol

id like to toy around with giving them animal traits, but i think it would fit better if they were much closer to human than other demons were. just with something a little more sinister underneath their surface. like one of those analog horror monsters where you kindof have to look twice to see just what it is thats wrong with them

[vere-flores]

If you know my taste in characters, you know what characters I'd 100% pick up to RP as in HH. Hint: Think of Flora

[carame1bunny]

‎ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

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human!Alastor x jazz singer!Reader

when Alastor LeBlanc is offered a business deal, he somehow finds some mercy within himself towards his new little plaything, especially after he starts to get to know her

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

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(I also removed those who I couldn’t tag due to their accounts not existing:))

[immajustvibehere]

Touch Starved Arthur x fem!touchy Reader

Pairing: hh!Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader (fluffly)

summary: Arthur wonders why you, the most touchy person who doesn't mind hugging and being close to everyone in the gang, avoids him. Then you catch him alone one night and he finds solace in your closeness.

warning: Mentioning of Micah's abuse, it's platonic now but maybe second part for some lover action if y'all want?

2400 words, about 10-13 minutes reading time

Arthur didn't understand how you could be so open, giggly, and affectionate with anyone in the gang but him. Your willingness to engage in physical touch made no difference of man, woman or child. He had started to observe your interactions with others more closely, ever since he had found out that they gave him a bitter feeling of jealousy. You held hands with the girls, play-wrestled with Jack, leaned into Hosea's hugs at the camp-fire or happily jumped on Sean's back for some piggyback rides. Even when talking to someone, you'd stand unusually close, a hand on the arm of whoever you were conversing with.

Everyone came to you with their problems, because they knew they could expect hugs or soft caressing. Your role as source of comfort and support within the gang was truly valued, but you weren't stupid or overly naive when it came to intimacy. When you found it not appreciated or uncomfortable, you'd soon let it be. After Micah had joined the gang, Arthur had kept a close eye on how you proceeded around him. For a couple of weeks, until he had settled in, you had kept your distance before approaching him. Arthur almost boiled when he saw how gently you rested your hand on his arm and he almost intervened when he saw Micah's prudish reaction of pulling you closer, groping you and asking if you were the camp's whore. After this encounter with Micah, you wisely chose to keep your distance.

Arthur wondered if he had done something wrong, but he coulnd’t remember any occasion where he would have abused your trust. You had been closer to him before, but it seemed a long time ago. You'd lean into him during story times or greet him with a hug after coming back from a big score…but eventually, it had stopped. Had he given an unintentional signal that he didn't want to be touched?

Those were Arthur’s thoughts as he sat opposite of you at the campfire. You were seated on the log which Javier used as backrest. You sat exactly behind him, your arm and head resting on his shoulder. Sometimes, Javier would snuggle his cheek against your arm. A lover's touch, Arthur thought. He wondered about certain situations that felt needlessly…loving. Keeping in mind that you weren't as restrained and conservative when it came to touches, he thought that some people tended to abuse that. Dutch, especially. You'd sit on his lap and while Arthur was sure your thoughts were naive and you'd just figured out that Dutch likes the attention and you saw nothing more behind it than similar physical intimacy you granted the others, Arthur was convinced that Dutch's thoughts weren't as pure. It was he who had picked you up from a saloon one day, praising your carefree and happy character, warning everyone to respect you. But when he pulled you onto his lap, Arthur swore it was a patronizing move with afterthoughts. Not that he thought either one of you would act upon it.

But it riled Arthur. You'd hold Lenny's hand when he had a bad day and even massage Uncle's back if he asked kindly enough…but Arthur had been ignored for a while now. Arthur had been starring at you and Javier, at your arm that rested so comfortably on him, but as Arthur's eyes wandered up with the intent of studying your face, he found you staring back at him. Slowly, you receded your arm and sat up straight, no longer in contact with the man in front of you. Arthur felt like you had caught him daydreaming. Then you nodded towards the outer rims of camp, standing up and signalling Arthur to follow. He waited a few moments and gave you a head start, before following you into the darkness, away from the group and the campfire.

Arthur had soon caught up with you, as you headed straight for the little patch of woods.

"What're ya up to?", he asked, watching you curiously as you made your way through the forest.

"Nothing specifically, will you join me for a walk though?", you invited with a kind smile.

"Sure. Ain't exactly safe to wander away from camp in the middle of the night", Arthur commented and stomped through the dry leaves on the ground, right at your side.

"How have you been recently?", you asked, your eyes trying to catch his.

"Jus' fine."

"Mh, don't you lie to me, Mr. Morgan. I can tell you have something on your mind."

"Yer that good at reading people?", Arthur said surprised.

You giggled: "Not particularly. But you always have something on your mind, so that wasn't a far-reaching guess."

"Suppose not", Arthur chuckled warmly.

"So?"

Arthur shrugged and caringly extended his arm for you to hold onto, as you climbed over a fallen dead tree. For a moment, he was very focused on your warm and soft hand that had a tight grip on his arm as you tried not to lose balance. Though as soon as the obstacle had been crossed, your touched ceased from his arm, only its memory remained a while longer.

"I don't like 'round here. The way we are foolin' with both of 'em families. I don't think it'll work out,” Arthur said truthfully, "Besides, I don't like the stifling weather."

"I understand", you answered. You never argued when someone was confiding in you, neither did you come up with solutions, if not requested. But you listened, and this was enough.

By now, you had crossed the woods and had reached the meadow with some old ruins of houses and fences. You strolled towards a wall barely higher than a log and watched as Arthur sat down on it. You stood in front of him, carefully inching closer between his legs. Then you reached out and fixed his collar: "Has been annoying me all night..."

Arthur blushed profusely at this domestic gesture, but you barely noticed as you sat down next to him.

"You saw Mary Linton back in Valentine, didn't you?"

"I did", Arthur admitted briefly.

"So tell me more! I bet it's been on your mind", you said.

"I don't know,” Arthur sighed, “I think I miss what we had, but I'm no idiot. It didn't work before, and it wouldn't work now… Maybe I am an idiot, 'cause I keep entertaining those thoughts."

"Why wouldn't it work?"

"Ain't the best time to go off and stay away from camp. There's always something happening, I'd feel like a fool if I pursued her. Besides, her daddy never liked me and that for sure didn't change."

"What would make you happy, though?", you asked and looked at him. Arthur looked you in the eye.

"I think I just miss having a woman by my side. Marston is a damn fool to behave so cold around Abigail and little Jack,” Arthur complained. His gaze wandered off in the distance, searching for a landmark to focus on.

"He'll come around eventually", you smiled, knowing a lot more about John's situation after he had confided in you only a few weeks prior.

"I hope. I just want him to do right by her and the boy,” Arthur said.

"There it is,” you smiled and bumped your legs into his, "big, bad outlaw – lovingly caring for his friend’s wife and kid."

"Yer a damn tease, don't know how they all flock to you talking about their problems", Arthur quipped, now bumping his shoulder into yours. To his surprise, you stayed leaned against it, sighing happily and watching as he lit himself a cigarette.

Suddenly, your hand now rested on his arm, very lovingly and gently.

"All of a sudden, huh?", Arthur commented.

"All of a sudden what?"

"The touchin' and listenin' and stuff. Thought you'd keep ignoring me."

"What? Ignoring you? I'm sorry if I gave you this impression...I thought you didn't like that with other people around."

Your hand had disappeared from his arm, which pained Arthur.

You were right, of course you were. Arthur wasn't too big of a fan of showing that he needed loving attention as much as anyone, but you had figured it out. And now he realised why you had stopped, because you always felt him tensing up, shutting down and avoiding your gaze when you initiated some intimacy.

"Oh", Arthur mouthed. Now he took your hand and placed it on his thigh, squeezing it lightly, "I'm a moron, Miss y/n. I didn't realize you had picked up on that."

You smiled, satisfied that you'd been right, and leaned your head against his shoulder.

"I feared I had said something improper to scare you away", Arthur admitted in a quiet voice.

Of course not, you thought, if anyone in the gang was as gentle, pure and seemes the revel in those little touches, it was Arthur. And it was rewarding to see him soak up those little attentions like a sponge.

"Then you're right about being a fool. You haven't done anything wrong, Arthur", you said and squeezed his hand to emphasize those words. Hearing his first name roll from your lips had something very comforting. Arthur felt right at home, though he was sitting in a field.

"Yer a good person", Arthur said, "I'm damn sure you're the person holding this gang together. We'd have crumbled if it wasn't for you."

"You're giving me too much credit. You work way harder to keep us on track", you admitted and snuggled your face on his shoulder. Your thumb was slowly stroking his arm, Arthur watched shyly how the finger disturbed the hair that was growing on his forearm.

He had forgotten how much he needed that.

You heard the shaky breath the man next to you took.

"'s it dumb that I enjoy that?"

"No. Not at all", you honestly answered.

"What's the most ridiculous thing you've ever done for one of the fellers?", Arthur asked, feeling slightly embarrassed about asking you for something, even though all it would have been is if he could wrap an arm around you. After all, you had initiated all touch.

"Mh, well Micah-"

"No that", Arthur scoffed, "Could have beaten this rat's head in when he called you names, but i felt like you could handle the situation."

"Yes, I had", you said, squeezing his arm.

"I meant more like...did any of the man ever request something funny?"

You giggled: "Oh, you'd be surprised. But I won't tell you. Their secrets are as save with me as yours would, so don't feel bad about asking. I've heard that I give brilliant head-massages."

"That so?", Arthur said.

But he kindly refused the offer to lie his head in your lap, but when he offered this service in return, he was surprised when you readily agreed. "Thought you'd never ask!"

With your head resting on his thigh and looking up into the night sky, you could feel his muscles flex and tense under the weight of your head. Arthur took a while until he relaxed, even longer until he leisurely started to play with strands of your hair. He was very gentle, barely daring to touch your head and only letting few strands of hair run through his fingers.

Arthur closed his eyes and could imagine things that he normally would never let himself indulge in. A family, a cabin out west, a wife and a kid. Boy or girl or both, it didn't matter. A time where he didn't have to worry about the law chasing him down. Maybe, also a dog.

Lost in thoughts and thinking about what could have been, Arthur lost sense of time. It was your voice that brought him back to reality after a while.

"Arthur, dear? I'm getting a little tired. Could we head back?", your voice was soft and whispery. It didn't quite shake him up from his dreams. It's as if his wife called him back inside. But of course, you weren't his wife. And there was no "inside", only back to camp, back to the others.

"Of course, sorry. I didn't want to keep ya from sleepin'", Arthur apologized and waited until you had risen, before standing up himself with a stifled groan.

"I enjoyed this a lot, you know", you admitted. Even though neither of you had spoken, you felt like you had been part of Arthur's imaginations. And maybe found some solace in the same little dreams that he had.

"Me too. Thank you", Arthur said, and still was surprised when you hugged him gently. He hesitated for a moment, before putting his hand in the small of your back. Arthur felt good. It was a feeling that he hadn’t felt in a while. Having confided in you, the intimacy…there was this warm sensation in his chest. It had been a energizing experience, to say the least, dreaming without being judged.

You walked back with your arm intertwined with Arthur's. So not to "trip" on branches in the darkness, but also because it felt right. Arthur didn't dare to ask if that could become a regular thing. You only said good night when you had reached camp and he watched as you walked off to your bedroll.

Something had changed though, because the hugs after coming back from a long day of robbing and killing came back. Suddenly, when you handed him a plate of stew, your fingers would briefly touch. Whenever you found the opportunity, and Arthur gave you plenty, you fixed his collar or suspenders. With time, he lost the hesitation and would pull you closer when you were busy with dusting off his shirt.

Yet, you were occupied most of the nights. Arthur would see you at the jetty, talking with Lenny or deep in concentration while playing a game of Dominoes with Bill. You’d help Kieran with the horses and most of all, you’d always take time for Jack. It was you that put Jack to bed most nights, Abigail exchanged a few words with Arthur one morning on what a great help you’d been. From this point onwards, Arthur loved watching from a distance when you interacted with Jack. Slowly, an idea started to form. Maybe, if he worked up the courage, he could ask you to spend a night or two away from camp. Take Jack with them, as a kind gesture towards Abigail and to give the boy some distraction from his daily life in camp. Hell, you spent more time with him than John did anyways, and Arthur doubted that Abigail would have trouble entrusting you with him for a few nights. But it involved asking you…out, sort of. It wasn’t such a selfless action, though Jack would benefit, Arthur craved some time with you alone. And Arthur wasn’t sure if asking for this was overstepping a line.

-x-x-x-x-x-

Second part with Arthur taking out reader and Jack? Anyone interested? Wanna be tagged?

Second Part here!

[heeheesang]

love. | daydream.

fast forward to a year later…

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hhs’ notes! anddd that’s the end of daydream! 🥹 how was it? i know a few parts were confusing and english isn’t really my best language so please ignore😞 i really enjoyed writing this smau because my head was just full of ideas over and over again, and i really hope you enjoyed reading it my loves!

with that, thank you so much for reading and supporting this smau🥹 your reblogs, likes, and comments, especially comments, makes my days much better. i’ll try my best to come up with the same if not, even better smaus! i love you guys so much, mwah!💋

[kurinhimenezu]

Daily Bread - Abel HH

A/N: They're adults! Everyone is of age! Before people go crazy on me.

I had a dream that Abel is a baker boy. Baking bread and selling them in an old fashioned brick building with brick stone ovens with his family. So here it is! Enjoy!

CW: implied age gap, no beta read, mutual pining

There he is again, on the dot!

You smiled to yourself as you jogged by the bakery, trying to look nonchalant. It’s all routine by now, run every morning then circle back to go inside for a ’quick snack’ so you can chat up the cute guy who always opens the bakery.

It doesn’t help that the pastries are literally heavenly. Soft and flakey and the cakes are to die for, it feels like you’re at the pearly gates every time you get a mouthful of their danishes with the jelly on top. You always make sure to buy at least a pack of their pastry of the day.

At this point, the jogging was necessary.

The bell jingled as you entered the bakery, inhaling the scent of freshly baked bread.

“Hi Abel! What do you have for me this morning?”

Abel smiles, popping up from the counter with a grin, “Hey you! You’re just in time! I just made this”

You watched with rapt attention as he pulls out a steaming tray of what looks like a rolled bun pastry but with meat in the middle.

“Oooohh..looks good!” And it does! Buttery roll buns and the steam rolling off of it in waves looks mouthwatering.

Abel smiled softly at your compliment, carefully wrapping the meat bun and handing it to you over the counter.

You kept your squealing inside as you felt his fingers brush against yours. Calming down, you blew on the meat bun to cool it off before taking a bite.

The lamb meat is filled with flavour you couldn’t describe; the bread is soft and buttery that compliments the meat making you take another bite. And another. And another bite.

A light chuckle beside you jolts you out of your daydreaming.

Abel walked around the counter to watch you eat his creation with a grin on his face. “How is it?”

You quickly swallowed and wipe off the leftover crumbs from your face. “Eh..you know…it’s not so bad”

You feel a blush creep up your neck to your face at seeing Abel’s grin morph into a smirk.

You could feel your heart hammering against your chest as he leaned close. Damn, you never realized how tall Abel was until right this minute. He always looked so soft and inviting with that adorable chipped grin on his face.

Now or never.

“A-Abel..? I uhm…D-Do you-?”

The both of you jumped when a metal tray slammed itself on the counter.

“Move it, Abel! We have other customers other than your little girlfriend” Cain, Abel’s older and rougher brother.

Cain was taller than Abel, leaner, shaggy hair and piercing eyes that's glaring daggers at his younger brother.

Though, he didn’t look too intimidating with flowery printed oven mitts on.

“R-right! Sorry!” Abel quickly reverted back to his squishy self, hopping over the counter to quickly restock the buns.

You smiled, finding a table to continue eating the meat bun as you watch Abel ring up the early morning customers.

Abel sighs as he walked back to your table, a little embarrassed at being called out by his brother in front of you. If his dad finds out he’ll probably laugh hard enough to cough up a rib.

“Sorry about that…so uhm…do you want the bag of meat buns today? Or something else?”

Laughing a bit, you threw away the wrapper at a nearby bin before pulling out your wallet. “It’s okay! I’ll take the meat buns…they’re really good and I’d like some for a snack later”

Abel waved goodbye as you left the bakery with the bag of goods. Once the door closed, he sighs, rummaging through the bin to find the wrap you threw away. The crumpled paper with his phone number mocking him with how close yet so far he got.

Cain chuckled, patting his back hard.

“Maybe next time loser”

Abel groaned, crumpling the wrapper and slamming it into the trash.

Adam watched from the back as his eldest's smirk fell into a sneer when he turned his back to the ovens. He knew both his boys like that girl. Only a matter of time till one of them gets to her.

He grinned, looking back at his laptop. Numbers and sales on the screen reflecting in his glasses.  

Not unless he gets to the her first.

Sleazy Adam my beloved <3 I couldn't resist not including him

[adams-shitty-daydreams]

Bruh someone needs to write something out so I can make a small comic out of it.

...this took me like an hour to make-

[foxes-that-run]

Cinema

Cinema is playful, the primary metaphor of Cinema is about a performance, seeing something is an act and wanting them, but also feeling insecure that the person doesn't feel the same. When Howard Stern asked about Cinema Harry said is about himself. He specifically didn't confirm the wide speculation that because he dated someone in film it was about them, which the question led to. I also think that metaphor would be a bit on the nose for Harry, who has also appeared in many films:

I think most of the time when I write songs, they kind of start out as my own. It’s less about taking it to someone and more about capturing what I’m going through at the time. Turning life into art is about being true to those moments.

He also said to Zane Lowe:

Cinema's about like, I think I just want to make something that felt really fun, honestly. And I mean, I have the kind of note of writing it. It was very, I was like on a treadmill. And it's very just like me kind of going, do, do, do, do, do. Do-ba-da-ba-da-ba-da-ba-do-boo, you know? And it felt like a very fun one for me, because I used to tend to do so much writing in the studio, and it was very much like, I did this bit here, and had like the melody, and then I went home and added a little bit, and then kind of left it, and then added a little bit more, and kind of left it, and then went into the studio and kind of put it together.

Harry told us it took a long time over many sessions.

When was it written / who worked on it

That is not known when it was written, but the production notes have a hint. This is a rabbit hole of why I think (aspects of) Cinema is from the Fine Line sessions, feel free to scroll down as it's long. I do note that Harry said "like two songs" and Kid Harpoon said Little Freak and Boyfriends were first written for Fine Line. But maybe this was a draft, not 'a song' or maybe changed a lot. Kid Harpoon said:

it's funny when when you produce a song and you do it, someone gives you a song and says produce this, you kind of have to like brainstorm, how do I want this to sound? So, for example, Harry wrote that song, cinema, and kind of brought it into the studio, and we were like, okay, let's figure this out. How do we write? How do we produce this? And we, kind of, like, it would sound cool if it was like this, and kind of got some references together and kind of went for it

That sounds a rough version. Yet, it was it was co-written and produced by Sammy Witte, who worked on Cherry and Fine Line. It's the only song without a Kid Harpoon writing credit (although he said 'how do we write?').

Sammy Witte

Sammy also worked on Little Freak which was completed for HH. In 2021 when HH was being written Sammy was working with Luke Hemmings and Sza, he may have taken time out to write a song for HH but it is odd when Little Freak was also taken out of the vault. It seems more likely to me that a version of Cinema was written for Fine Line, but developed with Kid Harpoons production for Harry's House and changed so much they did not consider it a hold over.

Pino Palladino

Pino Palladino plays bass on Watermelon Sugar, Little Freak, Daydreaming and Cinema... see a theme? Pino said:

There’s a studio in Los Angeles called Henson Studios, which was originally Charlie Chaplin’s lot. It’s quite a historical place. I was rehearsing there with John Mayer for a tour around 2017. I met Harry Styles in that studio. John introduced me to him. While we were rehearsing, Harry would sometimes come and have a listen. He’s a big fan of John’s. Shortly after, I got a call inviting me to play on a couple of songs for Fine Line, the first of which was “Watermelon Sugar.” Harry and his producer played it for me in the studio and the bass line was only partly constructed.

Kid Harpoon also said that they brought Pino in to "work on another song" and tried him on Watermelon Sugar, which made the song. So Pino, Harry and Kid Harpoon all worked on 'other songs' together, when John Mayer was also there in Henson Studios in 2017.

John Mayer

Harry and John met in Japan in 2013 with Katy Perry - in a scene similar to what Taylor Swift described when talking about New Romantics. John plays guitar on Cinema and Daydreaming, but not on any of Fine Line. As in Pino's story above he was in the studio when they worked on Watermelon Sugar and unnamed FL vault tracks. It should be noted that John works at Henderson a lot, he has now bought it. He and Pino were there in 2021 also, I just think the missing Fine Line songs coupled with them appearing on Little Freak and Harry evading saying it is about OW is interesting.

Lyric Analysis

You got, you got the cinema

This line reminds me of a 2010 song by the same name - Cinema by Benny Benassi ft Gary Go. Harry wrote Endlessly with Gary, I expect Harry would know it this song. The hook of that song is "You are my cinema, I could watch you forever" means the muse is as fascinating as a movie. Later in Harry's Cinema he sings that he likes it when they dance for him, to me, 'You got the Cinema' means 'You've got me seated, I will watch you all night'.

It's you And I'm not gettin' over it Darling, is it cool If I'm stubborn when it comes to this? I guess we're in time If you're getting yourself wet for me I guess you're all mine When you're sleeping in this bed with me

Harry and his double entendres, the first lines could be:

wanting something specific, noting the explicit end to the song, or

Harry will not let a person or connection go

"Is it cool If I'm stubborn when it comes to this?" is similar to Taylor Swift's "Is it cool that I said all that?" Is it chill that you're in my head?" in Delicate.

Time is also something Harry refers to often, here as something running out, in earlier work Harry asked for more time, here he is within it.

The last lines are so light and sensual, to me it sounds like Harry is not convinced this person is all his, he sounds surprised and unsure they are in his bed. It makes me think of an affair, or maybe it is as in the chorus that he doesn't quite trust it.

I just think you're cool I dig your cinema Do you think I'm cool, too? Or am I too into you? Tell me what you want and you got it, love I want all of you, gimme all you got That's cinema That's cinema, uh-huh

The Chorus changes pace and tone from the verse, where the verses are uncertain and Harry's internal thoughts the Chorus and outro have a faster pace and more confidence, though Harry directly asks if this person thinks he is as cool as he thinks they are.

Here Harry will do anything for this person, he wants all of them and to give them his all unconditionally.

But the verse ends with 'that's cinema' - does he mean that's an act? Or is it too good to be true? A life like a film.

It's you Don't know why, but it feels so right to me Something in the way you move I like it when you dance for me (I just think it's—) You all the time (Time, time) In doses at night (Night, night) No roof on the drive Dust off the high And go to sleep (Go to sleep, go to sleep)

The second verse again implies that Harry can't get past this person, they feel right and he doesn't know why.

The way you move/like it when you dance line have an image of Harry watching, like a show or Cinema. This brings us back to the cinema metaphor. This line reminds me of the scene in the unreleased Ophelia which also has watching, awareness of an unreal setting and watching someone dance. Also a song from the time of Little Freak:

"I'm sittin' here starin' at you / Tokyo, Tokyo (Ha-ha) / Fantasising like people do / I miss you so, miss you so / Too far for me to lie to you / You're what I need, what I need (Ha-ha) / Affected by the way that you move / So lie to me, lie to me (Ha-ha)"

The line of ' you all the time' / 'doses at night' is a contradiction, although Harry thinks of them all the time he only sees them as night. The dose line reminds me of Medicine. And night also reminds me of 'cursing the daylight' from Daylight. Like in Daylight, Harry comes down from the night with this person and goes to sleep, he is calm and resting.

[Outro] You got, you got I bring the pop, you pop You got, you got the cinema I bring the pop to the cinema, you pop You got, you got the cinema I bring the pop to the cinema x You pop when we get intimate (Baby, you're cinema)

The outro is chaotic, it sounds exciting and fun as he is describing, Harry finally with this person. I like in the outtro how clear the chemistry is that Harry is describing, a feeling of mutual excitement and satisfaction. I love the use of the word intimate and how he sings it too. In Chicago a fan held up a sign with a poppers bottle and Harry gave it a thumbs up which is widely taken as confirmation for this section. I agree... and I'll add many have only looked to confirm one thing about poppers …moving on. Also I love his face when he reads signs.

[setsuuestsu]

New Years

Sickie: Jungkook | Caretakers: OT7 | Word Count: 721

“Ten!”

“Hh-tschh!”

“Nine!”

“Hh-ptschoo!”

“Eight!”

“etschoo!”

“Seven!” 

“heh-etsch!”

“Six!”

“Hh-tschh!”

“Five!”

“Tschoo!”

“Four!”

“Heh-ptschoo!”

“Three!”

“etschh!”

“Two!”

“hih-tschoo!”

“One!”

“Hah-tschoo!”

Namjoon frowns. “Jungkook-ah, you’re cold still hasn’t gone away?”

The maknae sniffles, blowing his nose into the freshest tissue there is, aka the one at the top of the box.  “Yeah, I caught it like … around the beginning of December, and it still isn’t much better.” 

To his right, Hoseok lets out a tut. “Have you gone to the doctor, baby?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Uh huh, and all they said was to rest and drink fluids.”

Of course, Taehyung lets out a gasp. “That can’t be! You have to be well enough for our foosball match later. Everyone else in this room is either not good enough to even turn the knobs on the table or is too old to even see the ball!”

Namjoon opens his mouth to rebuke that statement but then seems to mull over Taehyung’s words. He shuts his mouth and then shakes his head.

But Jin doesn’t take Taehyung’s complaint as well. “What do you mean, too old??”

The second youngest gulps. “Oh shit. What I meant to say was—“

Unfortunately Jungkook can’t hear the rest of Taehyung’s lame ass excuse because he’s doubled over sneezing again. The last excuse Taehyung had used was against their university gym teacher. The teacher had asked why Taehyung wasn’t wearing his gym pants and his hyung had quickly stated something along the lines of “You see, I went to open my closet door this morning, where my pants were hanging up and then the pant leg had gotten stuck to the doorknob and when I opened it, they ripped.”

At the time Jungkook had facepalmed but looking back on it, it was a damn good excuse. 

Yoongi sighs from his seat on the rug, leaning against the couch. At the moment the second eldest has a lapful of Hoseok. Yoongi’s running his fingers through Hoseok’s hair as the dance instructor comes close to the human equivalent of purring. “Can we just celebrate the New Year like a normal gaggle of gays?”

Jungkook coughs out a laugh, which then becomes just a normal coughing fit. 

Right after Yoongi’s statement, Jimin is tackled to the floor by Taehyung and the two start wrestling. Yoongi slumps back into the couch. 

“Do we have any more tissues, perchance?” Jungkook asks, pressing the back of his hand to his nose. It’s not conventional, but it’s better than the love of his life (Namjoon, for Christ’s sake) seeing him all snotty and gross. 

“You can’t just say perchance!” Jin shouts, but he throws an unopened box of tissues at the maknae.

Once he’s finished blowing his nose, he throws the used tissue into a little plastic bag he had placed on the coffee table in front of him. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Namjoon asks, his brow wrinkled in a marvelous, sexy, leader voice and oh my gosh, now that’s all he can think about because wow Namjoon would make a great leader of some idol group or something and perhaps wear those shorts he usually wears to the beach that show off his thiccc thighs and—

“Jungkook-ah,” Jin clears his throat. “Joonie asked you a question.”

The maknae’s eyes widen and he snaps out of his daydream. “Oh, yes. I’m fine. Really.”

He quickly adds, “If it weren’t for the sneezing and the stuffy nose, this cold would literally be gone by now.”

“Are you sure you aren’t contagious?” Yoongi asks, wrinkling his nose, making a shoo’ing motion with his hands. He only ends up whacking Hoseok in the eye, who whines and sits up in response.

Jungkook nods. “It’s been like, a month. If I were contagious, one of you would have been sick by now. And no one’s sick.”

Yoongi hums, relaxing slightly. Jungkook knows the eldest hates starting out the new year with a cold, having done it for the past twenty-two years, according to Yoongi’s mother.

Of course, at that exact moment, Hoseok sneezes into his elbow. 

Yoongi looks horrified, quickly pushing Hoseok’s head off of his lap. 

“Get off!” he shrieks, the loudest Jungkook has ever heard Min Yoongi.

But he smiles to himself. Even though he’s sick, at least it won’t be a quiet New Year’s.  

[lunicho]

hii hope ur doing well today hh <3 i was watching some bnd videos and….. can we pls talk about jaehyun….. jaehyunnie….. puppy 😞 i can’t stop thinking abt overstimulating him till he can’t think straight pls he’d be the cutest sub :( n he’d be so messy too, i can see him sobbing n trembling whenever he’s in ur mouth and he tries so hard to be good but he cannot help but cum bc he feels so !!!!!!, moving his hips so desperately but he’d apologize so quickly too pls how could u not forgive him </3 it’s so early and i’m alr daydreaming abt him byeee

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(send bnd asks to @angeltsan)

hii 🫶 im in a pretty good mood cuz i actually slept rlly good. hope u had or are having a wonderful day !!

sub jaehyun :(( he's the cutest,, cries so easily too. he gets desperate so fast so the moment he's close to cumming he's begging u to let him release and he's such a good boy so you let him ofc but what he doesn't expect is for u to keep going,, he wanted to cum so bad so maybe he should do it again? he's already so squirmy so you gotta be prepared for him to be even worse when he's overstimulated,, he just loses it a little and tears would stream down his face and his voice would be even raspier than usual,, i feel like he also loves to hold ur hand or some part or ur clothing or at least have his hand on ur thigh or smth,, whatever it is he's gonna grip onto u so hard when u do this to him. when u take him into ur mouth he just about passes out,, he'd be mindlessly babbling and he might even put his hand on ur head/in ur hair so if u told him not to touch u that's gonna be another thing he has to apologize for but he just doesn't know what to do with his hands!!! and he'd be mindlessly babbling so much he would be so out of control :( but that's the way he loves it,, he's definitely the type of sub that's not bratty on purpose,, he'd do everything out of pure desperation,, he didn't mean to cum so fast his body just got ahead of him,, he didn't mean to put his hands in your hair he just couldn't figure out another way to express what he was feeling,, he didn't mean to sob so hard but ur making him feel too good :(

[benevolenterrancy]

what is your favorite hh hc that you find likely? and whats your favorite crack hh hc?

oooooh, okay, a headcanon that I find likely that always amuses me is that Newkirk speaks exactly enough French to drive Lebeau fucking insane and he weaponizes this. Catch him sing "Frère Jacques" just to watch Lebeau twitch.

If Lebeau goes slow and uses basic words, he can succeed in getting a point across to Newkirk if there's a good reason for them not to be using English, but if it's Newkirk speaking his talents end at listing the present tense conjugations for like, two verbs, counting to ten, and naming some classroom supplies. All with an accent to end all accents.

(he is, however, REALLY good at identifying French swear words, again courtesy of Lebeau. Doesn't know what they all mean, but he can get the gist)

Favourite crack headcanon... anything to do with Felix the mouse. Does Felix actually exist? No, I know it was a silly lie in a single episode. Does he exist and play an important role in my heart? YES. I'm still not over the silly Rescuers au a bunch of us were playing with a while back. I still daydream about it from time to time...

I just think Carter should have a cute lil pet mouse that is slightly uncanny and a bit too smart for its own good