#TouchBase

[icantalk710]

End result of coming back from the morning shower to find out, "oh yeah, team touchbase to hop on Teams for that started 25 mins ago, oops"

[champagnemoon]

The funniest thing about people under like 25 right now is that to a lot of them dressing up or professional means dressing sexy lmao like my HR friend be having melt downs with the interns at her job

[remaineds]

ok hi if i'm following you i love writing w you and want to continue what we've got going on w a new shiny (secret) blog!! but i'm not sure if carrying our old threads over is the move

so like this and i'll come to you to either throw you some new starters or continue old ones :')

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @touchbased

"could you have pictured us like this back then, me perpetually single and you about to marry my brother? kind of funny, actually."

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @touchbased featuring jack.

"if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing."

[shouyuus]

rainie is sick?? pls get well soon :[ ilu

awww thank u bby u__u i feel better already!!!

[erasinglines]

" i just didn't like the way they were looking at you, okay? like you weren't mine. " / @touchbased

[thatswhatsushesaid]

i had the shittiest day imaginable at work (some motherfucker ate!! my lunch!! absconded with it right from the communal fridge and ate my garlic potatoes!!! fuck them!!!!) but this scene greeted me as i walked in the door upon coming home

my sweet and soft clouds, who may or may not be reading up on polish folklore. i’m so proud.

[swtsours]

“   you're   making   it   very   hard   to   behave   .   ”

[egotistival]

“ just let me take care of you. ”

the words nearly escaped him as his attention was elsewhere - split looking out the window, the moon high in the sky, and his ears perked to the sound of her breathing. he was in his own little world, thinking of nothing in particular - dissociating, his therapist might tell him, if he had one. one of his hands was up against his mouth, fist resting there, as if he had a million things to say and wanted to keep them all in. he dropped that fist to his side, a furrow in his brow and his mind suddenly racing with possibilities. what did she mean by that, exactly? he thought back to that day where faith had edged him until he was practically incoherent, until everything had left his mind and he was just a body; a live-wire of feelings and sensation. and how freeing that had been for noah, who always had something on his mind. it wasn't even the physical sensations that had him remembering it fondly; he'd cum before, he would cum again in his life. rather, it was the exchange of power, of care, of trust that flowed between them; that was what he liked most.

turning around, he looked at her for a moment. the dim light of the room - a bulb was out up there, he needed to replace it tomorrow - provided enough light to see the shadows of her face and her gorgeous golden hair. her shampoo, he knew from personal experience, had begun to carry with it the smell of something fond and known. he realized then that they hadn't touched a lot throughout the day today; he had been so busy with repairs to some assholes room earlier in the day that he'd barely seen her. a quirk of his lips, a calculating glance at her eyes, he spoke quietly into the room. "do you want me to take off my clothes?" is that what you want? is that what you're asking of me? or is it something else? @touchbased

[4lexnilsen]

"come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it's definitely now." from maggie <3

“oh,  you think so?   well,  two hours ago you were all about it.”   sarcasm heavy in his voice,  pale blue eyes rolling in mild annoyance,  he refuses to turn back now.   of course,  it’s on friday the 13th that alex and maggie find themselves wandering through the eerie remnants of an old crime scene,  the kind of place where shadows close in on you uncomfortably and the walls seem to have eyes that follow your every move.   creaking floorboards and peeling wallpaper whispering tales of a bygone mystery.   “don’t tell me you want to turn back now.   if we get murdered here,  too,  your podcast will finally go viral,  and wouldn’t that be something?”   he huffs,  navigating the cobweb-covered hallways with a combination of foolish bravery and irreverent humor.   it’s only when his flashlight begins to flicker that a chill runs up his spine and he glances over his shoulder at maggie.   “you know what,  miss scaredy pencil thief?   i’ve changed my mind.   i’ll be a gentleman and take you home.”   

[terrorbitch]

closed starter for @touchbased

"so.... what do you, like... do here?" she paused for a second, shoving her hands into her pockets and glancing around for a moment as if trying to figure it out. "or are you even supposed to be here?"

[missdcalls]

"married life, huh?" it had been a while since joey had seen the other. honestly, it came as a surprise, seeing them engaged. "i guess congratulations are in order." // @touchbased (based x)

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @touchbased

"what, you think i'm incapable of just being your friend?" she's right, but it still offends him regardless.

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @touchbased featuring lula.

"i'm serious — right here, right now... unless you're scared?"

[bittcrsuite]

@touchbased liked this post for a closed starter ♡ plot: in source ! muse: cora green. 26-31. professional tennis player.

"i've never tried it. i never had the chance." she shrugged, as though it should be obvious. typically, she'd avoid weed like the plague but her injury changed things. it caused her to reconsider experiences she missed out on as a young adult. "what does it feel like? i've heard it makes you feel lighter."