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my-chaos-radio · 18 days

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Release: September 20, 1986

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The Mi-, the Mi-, the Midas touch, touch, touch, touch

Touch, touch, touch, touch

You say you're goin' through changes

Every day, it seems your life is up and down

And you say that you're lookin' for an answer

Everywhere you look, it seems you can't be found

Like searchin', tryin' to find the rainbow

No one's ever found it, yet it's told to be

But if you're lookin' for a lover

Everything you need, you can find right here with me

I've got the Midas touch

Everything I touch turns to gold, oh sugar

I've got the Midas touch

Baby, let me touch your body and your soul

Now you've been trapped by love

Someone breaks your heart and then he says goodbye

So you say that you'll never love another

Tired of playin' games and that's the reason why

But now whenever we're together

There's a certain feelin' there, we both agree

And it's time that you've opened up to love

'Cause if you don't ever try, then, baby, you may never see

I've got the Midas touch

Everything I touch turns to gold, yes, darlin'

I've got the Midas touch

Baby, let me touch your body and your soul, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ho-oh

Together, you and I were meant to be

I'll be right beside you whenever you need me

This love we have will never fade away

You can count on me 'cause I'm here to stay

I've got the Midas touch

Everything I touch turns to gold, yes, darlin'

I've got the Midas touch

Baby, let me touch your body and your soul (won't you do that for me?)

I've got the Midas touch

Everything I touch turns to gold (gold), oh sugar (yeah, yeah)

I've got the Midas Touch

Baby, let me touch your body and your soul, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ho

Touch, touch, touch, touch

Touch, touch (the Midas touch, touch, touch, touch)

Touch, touch, touch, touch

Touch, touch

Touch, touch, touch, touch

Touch, touch (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ho-oh)

Together, you and I were meant to be

I'll be right beside you whenever you need me

This love we have will never fade away

You can count on me 'cause I'm here to stay

I've got the Midas touch

Everything I touch turns to gold, it's all in my hands

I've got the Midas touch

Baby, let me touch your body and your soul (won't you let me touch you, baby?)

I've got the Midas touch (ooh)

Everything I touch turns to gold (turns to gold), yeah, baby (yeah, baby)

I've got the Midas touch

Baby, let me touch your body and your soul (everything I touch)

Songwriter:

I've got the Midas touch

Everything I touch turns to gold (turns to gold), yes, darlin' (yes, darlin')

I've got the Midas touch

Baby, let me touch your body and your soul

Boaz Watson / June Watson

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wrongwarp · 2 months

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tippysattic · 5 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Van Heusen Satin chocolate brown silk necktie.

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pupgrandma2 · 7 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: New Lularoe OS Patriotic leggings .

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louceph · 4 months

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SCP-1498 - Dial-A-Dream

#art #illustration #artist #horror #spooky #creepy #painting #aesthetic #found footage #sheep #scp #scp 1498

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nobrashfestivity · 6 months

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Boccaccio , Genealogy of the Gods , Paris, A. Vérard, 1498-1499,

#Boccaccio #Genealogy of the Gods #Paris #1498-1499 #woodcuts

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theborgchives · 1 year

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MORE SCP STUFF!!! mainly algadda things :9

#scp foundation #scp #scp 049 #scp 035 #alagadda #dr kondraki #dr clef #izzyboolaart #artists on tumblr #scp 1498

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scp-admissions · 27 days

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Here is an idea for a SCP choose-your-own-adventure style book. The plot is quite standard, the protagonist is a D-class or a site guard, and there is a breach. They (I'm imagining the nameless gender neutral main character trope) are need to survive the breach or even stop it, and how that goes depend on the player's choices.

A few pages can be them meeting various famous SCP, like SCP-049 or SCP-035. But I would also like them to meet less known SCPs, leaving half of the readers say "what...", and half of the readers saying "Oooh it's SCP-1498, the sheep thing with a telephone head!"

A few routes will lead to the main character entering various extra dimensional SCPs, such as SCP-354(The Red Lake), SCP-2264 (In the Court of Alagadda), The Wanderers' Library, or any other nightmare dimension, really. If the first book does well, there would even be a follow-up book/spin-off that continues from one of these endings.

There was to be at least 10 endings were the main character dies in horrible ways. There is also one ending that is like, "go to page 1", implying that the main character is stuck in a time loop that is this book. There is one ending where they wake up and it was jus a dream, just for the breach alarm to go off. The happy ending is still bittersweet, because the main character survive but someone they cares for didn't.

Now there is just a teeny tiiiny little problem. someone has to actually spend time to make such a book, and I can't draw.

#I don't actually think 1498 is obscure #it was just what came to mind #spin-off: SCP-Choose your own adventure: Red Lake #this is such a fun idea. if something like this exists. please tell me #There is one ending called the Clef-ending where Clef shows up and ends the breach effortlessly and goes straight back to sleep #scp #scp foundation #-admin marmaron #not a confession #scp 035 #scp 049 #scp 354 #scp 2264 #scp 1498 #scp headcanons #is this inspired by the recently announced fnaf interactive novel? Maaaaybe

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magnusbae · 4 months

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"surprise i have feelings and you just hurt them" is so good

Thank you anon-dearest! 🥰🥰🥰

As I was given free reign, and also was too unreasonable for self control—I didn't only write it way longer than it should have been (250w per prompt LOL) I also fully rewritten in afterwards :')

Obikin || 1,500w || Obi-Wan & Anakin formed a new Force Bond and Obi-Wan has to deal with an increase in Force Migraines poor man

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“Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.” Anakin spits the words out angrily, punctuating each word with a sharp hand gesture.

There’s heat rolling off of him in waves, it’s a tangible thing in the Force to anyone who is even mildly attuned to it. Even small living organisms would try and stir clear from someone so prominent in the force while they’re emitting such waves of emotions. It’s unsettling to all who is untrained, unable to recognize where and why the thing they are sensing is coming from. To someone who had even just begun their training, this would be a deafening roar. As for Obi-Wan, who had happened to share a somewhat-training-but-not-bond with said individual…. It’s destructively overwhelming.

There’s a pulsing migraine building up at Obi-Wan’s temples, swiftly spreading in pulses of pain through his forehead and head, blearing his vision in a way that is usually reserved to extreme battle fatigue. Obi-Wan’s patience is not only thinned out, but fully gone by this point. The pain, and the previously failed mission do not help. Anakin’s need to prove himself had cost them an important battle and speaking of Anakin’s feelings is truly not the thing they should be concerned most with—

“I think it’s hardly a surprise Anakin” he hears himself say more than he actually thinks through the words, he hardly manages to care as much as he probably should given how violate Anakin anyways is. “You are, more than less, hammering them against the minds of anyone unfortunate enough to be within the standard hour distance from us.”

Anakin’s mouth snaps open, there’s blotchy redness across his cheeks, he seems to not find the words to describe precisely how angry Obi-Wan’s word just made him. Silencing Anakin would be a feat to be commended on a normal day, if only that was true for his Force Signature as well. A fresh wave of emotions crush against his battered shields, straining them beyond their capacity.

The moment he feels the first crack run through, is the same moment they collapse completely.

Anger, hurt, betrayal, and…

Obi-Wan’s mind is momentarily blinded by the whirlpool of emotions washing over and sucking his own mind in. There’s too much of it, all at once, all different. The indignant anger, the vulnerable hurt, the deep sense of being abandoned and uncared for, the—

Obi-Wan whimpers silently. It’s a sharp exhale more than anything, yet it’s more than enough to alert Anakin. He might have found it endearing, how quickly Anakin’s attention had shifted from himself to him, if not for the crushing wave of new emotions, even more absolute in their intensity.

Worry, anxiety, fear, anger, confusion, fear, worry—

Obi-Wan feels like he might lose his mind within them.

“Stop,” he snaps at same time as Anakin had reached out for him. The boy pulls his hand away as if hit. Obi-Wan should care for this, care for how he feels more than how he himself feels at the moment….

Hurt, confusion, anger, hurt— anxiety, fear— fear—

Anakin’s emotions spiral into a deeper, more violent vortex of darkness, a never ending cycle, one emotion swallowing the tail of its predecessor, being reborn into the next one, each time bigger, stronger.

Oh Force. Obi-Wan thinks in desperation.This is too much.

“Master?” Anakin’s Force Signature is dripping fear, there’s an urgency to it that centers Obi-Wan enough to realize, with great shame, that his own pain started bleeding through their not-quite-training-bond— or…Force Bond, if he was honest enough. Call a Bantha a Bantha.

“Master, what is wrong, why are you…?” he reaches for him again, stopping quickly and retrieving his hand away. Anakin opening and closing his fist draws Obi-Wan’s attention. He looks like he’s about to blow up, and that, Obi-Wan knows, is something that would certainly echo even louder in the Force.

“Anakin please,” he reaches out to him, despite the inherent risk of touch increasing the intensity of the Bond. He must balance the boy long enough to give himself the opportunity to gather his shields into anything resembling those of a Jedi Master. That, or leave. He is not pained enough to be that cruel. Doesn’t ever plan to be. He braces himself instead.

“Dear One,” his knuckles touch Anakin’s cheek briefly, the word of endearment is strained, forced to some degree. It’s the one that never fails to get a reaction, uncover a meeker, more gentle side of Anakin. “You are deafening me” he gives the Bond a light, barely there nudge.

Anakin jumps at that as if zapped. Eyes wide, his face shifts through a number of complex thoughts, faster than what could register or broadcast emotionally through the Bond.

Suddenly, the storm is gone. What Anakin calls shields and Obi-Wan chides as only a suggestion of such is now a durasteel tight and not leaking anywhere. The silence that follows is deafening in its own right. He has to muffle the groan of relief, not wanting to rile Anakin again

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan smiles, pained. He knows that the migraine will only worsen now that it was set off, he still can appreciate not being radiated by a small sun through it, though.

“Excellent shielding, Padawan.” He sounds sarcastic even to his ears, even though he doesn’t mean to be. Anakin doesn’t react to it, looking more troubled than angry now, a deep crease between his eyebrows.

“I’m…” Anakin bite his lower lip, still fuller than most despite him well and truly out of his teenage years. Obi-Wan should not be noticing those things. “I didn’t mean to…” his cheeks are darker now, he looks ashamed. The aftertaste of Anakin’s emotion’s linger in Obi-Wan’s mind. Guilt. The last clear emotion Obi-Wan managed to decipher. Guilt for hurting him.

“I know.” Obi-Wan says curtly, he hopes that not unkindly. “I’d appreciate it if we could discuss the matter when I’m a little less…” he gestures at himself with what he hopes is the appropriate amount of self deprecation. There’s many reasons for Anakin’s lack of control, not all are good, but he still is a knight, still is learning.

There’s not a single good excuse for his own lack of mastery of himself.

“Obi-Wan, the Bond—” Anakin starts, disregarding Obi-Wan’s request in favor of what to his mind, is no bound far more urgent. The Bond. It had taken months for Obi-Wan to notice, the budding start of something new, growing in a different place than the long severed training Bond, developing over the months spent on joint missions on this endless war.

It seems that, as Obi-Wan had suspected, Anakin had managed to miss it out entirely.

“Not now, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice sharpens, he should feel more guilt for the way Anakin’s shoulders jump up and tense.

“Fine, whatever…” Anakin mutters, looking away, glancing back and then away again. “Feel better.” He says with more hesitation than such a simple wish should warrant for. This time, Obi-Wan feels the full extent of guilt. He was too strict with him, those past few months were strained beyond what either one of them had wanted. He needs to speak with him, properly, make amends, properly.

Not now though, not while his head is splitting into two and his Force Signature is shaking after Anakin ground it so relentlessly. Knowing that Anakin didn’t mean to, doesn’t change the reality of things, his Force Signature can be downright oppressive if left unchecked. It’s not so felt when he himself is in the state for proper shields, however the repeated missions, the lack of sleep and the loss of the recent planet… were factors that are hard to ignore.

He needs to rest. He needs to meditate. Then he’ll be fine.

Obi-Wan refuses to acknowledge, even now, that what would bring the most immediate relief would be severing the Bond. Today showcased just how dangerous it is, how out of control it is, how out of Obi-Wan’s control it is. It all makes sense, any one following logic would have done it. A bond developed without their conscious choice in the matter, one that is not appreciate for Jedi to have.

The only thing that makes sense, is to end it. Yet this is the only thing that Obi-Wan will not do, is unwilling to do. He will not severe another Bond with Anakin. The consequences of the first time still too fresh in his own mind. Both for their relationship and…himself.

“Thank you, Anakin.” he says politely, hoping that he looks more collected than what he feels like. He refuses to think of this further for today. Giving Anakin the barest of hand waves, he turns and walks off.

He needs to rest. He needs to meditate. Then, he’ll be fine…

#I am dizzy with exhaustion I've been up and about for sooo long wow segthbr I am collapsing that's it.#This was both proof-read and rewritten at the very same time while I am bleary with tiredness so like you know -laughs-#obikin #obikin fic #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #anakin #obi wan #star wars #buns.w #buns.all #Anonymous #msg #Thank you everyone for sending prompts! I couldn't get to everything— this write in was already like... 8 hours long LMAO.#I hope that maybe sometime soon there will be an opportunity to sit down again and unpack the rest :)#yes i did rewrite a line when i noticed that the end result had 1498 words.... yes i have....#the repeat of thought in the end is on purpose though had to say that lmao that one thing is not tiredness

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