#Your out of touuuch

[15000bugs]

youre out of touch. im out of time. but im out of my head when youre not arouuuund

#its not thursday but its stuck in my head #cant even listen to it bc im waiting for my next class rn </3 #i dont even know where it came from but all i could hear this whole lecture was YOURE OUT OF TOUUUCH IM OUT OF TIIIIIIIME

[septembersghost]

I literally can't listen to Unchained Melody without fucking sobbing

this won't help because it's a you-had-to-be-there kind of story, and possibly you also have to know my dad, but imma tell it anyway - one time when i was a kid, and visiting him in the summer, the righteous brothers version of that song came on the radio in his truck. and i had just seen the movie ghost for the first time (which my mom regretted because she felt i was too young for it, but it was one of her good friend's favorite movie), and it had low-key freaked me out. not patrick swayze or demi moore or whoopi of course, but the malevolent spirits that, like, tear ghosts away? (i've seen it since, but it's been a loooong time.) anyway, i associated the song with the movie, so i asked him to turn the station. or maybe i had a tape with me, i subjected him to my music however i could haha. we were going to the grocery store. we shop, we get out to the parking lot, and he's going to take the groceries out of the cart, and he acts like he's going to ask me to do something, and instead launches into this very loud, very dramatic rendition of unchained melody. in the parking lot. my dad is a boisterous, gregarious (and can be confrontational) person (and my mom is a great people person, how they got a painfully shy introvert as a daughter is anyone's guess), and he loves to sing. at a volume. he's filled in for the cantor at shul. he never quite understood my stage fright with my own singing, and tbh a big dose of that fearlessness really would've helped me. but imagine being, idk, at most ten years old, and your dad is like, "ohhhhhhhh myyyyyy LOOOOVE MY DAAARLIN' i've hungered for your TOUUUCH a long, lonely tiiiime. TIIIIIIIME GOOOOOES BY so sloooowwwly and time can do so much, are you STILL *MIIIIIIIINE*?" deranged behavior. but i was basically crylaughing. and i'm like, what on earth, why would you do it that way? and he's like, it was good enough for the king 🤷🏻‍♂️

years pass and i somewhat forget about this, and didn't know the reference (i got the elvis part, but not the specific moment), and at some point as a young teenager, for who knows what reason, i run across the performance from june 26, 1977. as previously mentioned, i was an elvis dabbler growing up as far as the hits go, but didn't know a lot of specifics. his presence was always there in a diaphonous way. so this is...somewhere on the internet in low quality (not youtube! i looked it up, it didn't exist yet? maybe it was a fansite, this would've been around the time a little less conversation was remixed and having a moment), in the middle of the afternoon at my desk in my room after school. i can still picture that room, my chair, the bookshelf. (funny how certain moments are like that - music tends to cement things in my mind more than anything else. there's this lyric from a song called "this is one of those moments" in yentl - i will always remember this chair, that window, the way the light streamed in...). there's no real reason for me to have recall of this, but i do. in the intervening years, unchained melody had remained this hilarious, somewhat embarrassing, image of my father. and this video just...almost hurts too much to look at, it's so heart-shattering. it just had me in tears. and i thought...this isn't something i can delve into right now, and i put it away, as if it went into a box on a shelf in the attic of my head. and he sort of resided there. waiting for the day when it was time to take him down and understand. suffice to say, obviously, he's not waiting up there anymore. he's in the heart chamber now.

it's such a tremendous and yet tremulous performance, it's almost like something in him so incandescent had to blaze forth, had to give that, had to prove it, had to exude the full beauty of his voice, had to be able to smile at that audience in spite of everything. it's very near...how to phrase this? transforming it into a sacred song, it's like he made it gospel. because he had to.

the conclusion here being, yes, same. it breaks me. but the little girl in my memory can still also hear my dad and the giggling, and i don't actually think elvis would mind that part. i think it might make him smile in that same way. so maybe we can hold close to a bit of both. god speed your love to me.

#sorry for random personal anecdotes lately #anonymous #letterbox #elvis presley #bubble wrap around my heart #unchained melody #* #i was a dreamer

[cryptic-michael]

Today's my birthday!!! It's also Out of Touch Thursday!!!!! It's an out of touch birthday!!!!

#Your out of touuuch #I'M OUT OF TOUCHHH!!!! #Touch! Everytime you come around!!! #Youtube

[floral-suits]

Okay but hear me out Mean daddy H 😩 Like he’s punishing you but since you seem to enjoy spankings he decided to go anal on you for a whole week and you’re whining because it hurts and you want your princess part to be touuuched but mean daddy H couldn’t care less 🤤 I’m going to wash my hands and horny brain with holy water girl bye 👋

PLEASE wait i kinda love this -- uh some of these are kinda degrade-yyyy so uh if that ain’t your thing loook away

“i’m not fucking your cunt, you’d like that too much”

“so fucking nasty, you’re only complaining because you don’t get to cum”

"who would have thought my girl would be so dirty? should start making you oink for me since you’re my anal piggy”

“all you are is a hole for me to fuck. so if you misbehave, i just fuck your other hole and you don’t get anything out of it” 

“you think i’ll actually touch your cunt? silly girl. naughty girls don’t get what they want”

“i don’t fucking care that you’re sore. that’s how i know it’s a good punishment for a brat like you”

#filth night #harry styles smut #mean dom h #this is pure filth #dismissive harry #harry styles blurb

[sheepinawolfsfur]

Talk us through your make up process of your fav character to rp

((OOC: Ooohhhh I like this one! Tough decision, but I suppose that would be Fenrir, I always have a blast with him.

I start off by covering up anything I don't want to be seen, so mostly pimples and spots. After that I do the contouring, with brown and white eyeshadow, because who even has proper makeup. (I used to do it with grey and really messy and I liked the way it turned out, but now it's a tad more subdued.)

Depending on I don't even know what I either do the eyebrows or the scars next. The eyebrows I fill in with grey eyeshadow, broaden them a bit and build that spiky thing.

The scars are a layering of brown eyeshadow (blended), slightly darker than my skin tone kid's makeup (jagged and a tad blended), white kid's makeup highlights (jagged, blended even less) and then I go back into the shadows with a touuuch of grey eyeshadow.

The beard is also from that kid's makeup set (bought around either Halloween or carnival). Pop in those fangs, look a little out of it and voilà, that's it. Maybe put on a different shirt, maybe before all this. XD ))

#ooc #ask #anonymous #fenrir greyback #hp rp #makeup #fake scars #tw: scars

[askricknmorty-archive]

@morticiasmith-w962

Rick C42 was tinkering in his lab on a device. Test x1 Morty was floating around the garage, making small curious Morty noises while looking at things. Rick C42 occasionally checked on him to make sure he wasn’t bumping into anything or hurting himself in anyway.

Rick C42 turned back to his work and attempted to test the device, but it sizzled and burnt out. He sighed, “Weeeell, Morty, looks like w-w-we’re gonna have to gooo out and get a n-new sp-spare part.” He sighed.

Test x1 Morty made soft happy Morty noises, he always liked going to new places.

Rick C42 shot a portal and gently brought the test x1 Morty into his arms, and walked through it, ending up in Morty’s room? Rick C42 looked around, something was off, this was like Morty’s old room, but that poster certainly wasn’t a body builder. 

Test x1 Morty floated out of his arms and looked around, he had a foggy memory of this stuff, making farmilar small Morty noises. Rick C42 blinked, “Morty, d-don’t touuuch anything... th-th-that’s not yours.”

Test x1 Morty floated out of the room past him eager to explore this version of the house.  “Morty, get b-b-back here!“ He whisper shouted, not wanting to let anyone know they were home.

Test x1 Morty was downstairs making small Morty noises at everything, and bumped into Morticia. Test x1 Morty made Morty noises, he looked at her curiously.

#interdimensional travels #Universe C42 #morticiasmith w962

[delunastar]

dEAR EVAN HANSEN We'VE BEEN wAY TOO OUt OF tOUUUCH songs. musicals. yaaassss.

Dude your still confusing me here XDD

[coulsonxarchive]

      ooc: tell me one of your muses favorite cheesy shame-songs.

      i’ll go first. coulson knows every word to more than words by extreme, and he loves it.

#iv. ooc #ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IT CLOSE YOUR EYES #AND JUST REACH OUT YOUR HAAANDS #ANNNNND TOUUUCH MEEE #hold me close #DON'T. E-VAR #LET.ME.GOOOO.