#You touch my tralala

[jilted-love]

I keep seeing Yusuke and Grell together. What if I start shipping them?

[scentedluminarysoul]

There's a whole ass generation out there that doesn't know Gunther and his Ding Dong Song

A travesty that needs to be righted

[jelreth]

i remember when i was fucking BIG into cosplay tiktok in like mid 2019 there was this reallllly hot cosplayer i followed. he had a pretty good nagito i think. but he also (more notably i think) did an awesome shigiraki . i think he did a sort of joker themed shigiraki at one point? he had a thing for dr pepper. im trying very hard to remember the name shit. give me a bit

[bulkseason]

Thanks to @blackjackk404 for the find!

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[cod-dump]

Gaz, recording with his phone: What-What did you just say?

Ghost, shitfaced drunk: You touched my tralala

Ghost: HMMMM My ding ding dong

Gaz: Oh my god-

[heartofhubris]

4, 20, 69

the perfect numbers........ also stories behind the songs under the cut bc #4 has a tw for gang rape

4. Fitzpleasure - Alt J

Rock fist paper scissors, la la la la la la lingered fluffers (the choir) In your hoof lies the heartland Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure Les yeux, it's all in your eyes

20. Your Love (Déjà Vu) - Glass Animals

And now I can feel your love Your temporary touch It's a hit and run

69. Undress to Confess - Powerwolf

For any fabric on skin corrupts your mind like the pest And for the night she was dressed in heels up high, for the mess Is alibi and the altar, it gives her kicks Naked skies see her go down at night, when on the cross she licks

Ok so I love Alt J because so many of their songs are actually just. fan songs. Genuinely built on different shows and movies (AKA Matilda being about Leon the professional). Fitzpleasure is based on Hubert Selby Jr.’s 1964 novel Last Exit to Brooklyn. That book is actually banned in Italy and went through an obscenity trial in the UK. This was based on the short story in that book called tralala, about a sex worker who is brutally gang raped, including with a broom. It's a quite harrowing story.

On the other side of all this, is Your love, which has been described as a 'conflicted booty call anthem', and is dedicated to the relationships that are supper toxic you need to cut off and don't want to. And, not even just the romantic or sexual ones.

The final song is dedicated to hypocrisy within churches with a pay to be free type of redemption, and shockingly was actually voted the worst on the entire album it was relased on. I, obviously, disagree a lot, and you can look away form my Hierophilia, thank-you-very-much.

[tobysona]

oo you just touched my tralala ..... my ding ding dong !

[oddogoblino]

Oh, I see today is attack goblino with love day?

I'm in :)

You're

Amazing artist, cool frien, creative&funny lil goblin

(All this I'm writing while music you touch my tralala CONTINUE playing in my head. Infection doesn't want to go away XD)

NO YOUUUUUU- AND AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! This'll be our greatest joke in history yesyes, nothing beats touching that twah-lalala smh LMAOOOO

[themurderofcrowscollective]

Currently feeling like that one tiktok where it goes 'oooh you touch my tralala... *inhale* MMMMMMMM my dindingdong' but it sounds like a gremlin is saying it

The Curse is among us lads

[teen-cups-au]

Do you guys have any memories with your friends as kids?

Doudy (mod): Sharing the ask replies ideas I had before finishing working on this AU!

Had several ideas for this one (2 of them are based on true stories):

1st

Sammy proudly eats snow at the school playground.

Sam: What if a cat peed in it or something?

Sammy looks regretful and spits it out. Cuphead, Mugman and Samuel laugh.

2nd

Mugman: Let's play pirates!

Cala Maria: Okay! I'll kiss every boy who will be my prisoner!

Cuphead: Let's not play pirates!

3rd

Cuphead and Chalice are walking back home from school.

Cuphead: Hey, you know that song? *starts singing* Ooooooh, you touch my tralala!

Chalice: Oh yeah! It's such a bang! *starts singing* Hmmm! My ding ding dong!!

Both: *singing* Ooooooh, you touch my tralala!

Adults around: *look at them, shocked*

4th (looooore)

Mugman: Being into memories, I realize that I don't remember how we met Puphead... I think it was at school for all the others, but him?!

Cuphead: You were probably too young. It was some time after our parents disappeared. Gramps brought us to the carnival to help us think of something else. You were in the stroller and I was just holding it while we were walking, so I ran away when we were passing by a tent with a pic of Djimmy.

[Flashback starts.]

Cuphead: A genie! Grandpa, there's a genie in there! He can make wish come true! *starts running away*

Elder Kettle: Cuphead, wait!

Cuphead: *enters the tent* Genie! Hey genie!

Djimmy: Oh? Yes, my boy?

Cuphead: I have a wish for you! I need you to bring my parents back!

Elder Kettle: *arrives with Mugman* I'm sorry, he ran away from me.

Djimmy: Oh, no worries! He had a very special request, but unfortunately... *crouches before Cuphead and places a hand on his elbow* I'm really sorry, kid. I don't think that's possible...

Cuphead: Why?!

Djimmy: Even genies have rules. I can't bring people back to life.

Cuphead: Why...?

Djimmy: It could have... other consequences.

Cuphead: What's conse... queens? I don't care! I want my parents! *starts sobbing*

Mugman: *starts crying too*

Elder Kettle: Oh gee, boys... Don't cry... *takes Mugman in his arms*

Djimmy: You must feel lonely, huh? I'm sorry about that. But, there is something I can do for you!

Elder Kettle: Oh, you really don't have to.

Djimmy: It's fine! Listen, kids. How about I make you a new friend?

Cuphead: Yes!!!

Djimmy: Here we go... *lifts his hands, aiming at an empty spot on the table, magic coming out of them*

Puphead: *appears on the table, inanimate*

Cuphead: Wow! He looks like us!

Djimmy: You like him?

Cuphead: Yes! *stares at him* Why isn't he moving?

Djimmy: Right. *takes the cross brace to make Puphead lift his hand to greet Cuphead and takes a different voice to make him speak* Hello! I'm Puphead! Nice to meet you!

Cuphead: But I wanted a REAL friend!

Elder Kettle: Cuphead!

Djimmy: It's fine! I can actually give him life.

Elder Kettle: Oh, you really don't have to!

Djimmy: I always wanted a child anyway and never managed, because... You know. But there is another way, I was thinking about it for a while. Maybe now's the moment. The war is over, so why not?

Elder Kettle: Oh, alright then.

Djimmy: *does his magic on the Puphead again*

Puphead: *closes eyes and opens them again, transforming from simple black dots to normal eyes* *looks up*

Djimmy: Hey lil' guy! Howzit going? I'm... I guess I'm your father. I'm a father now...

Elder Kettle: Are you sure it's okay?

Djimmy: Yes, really!

Cuphead: Hey! I'm Cuphead! You wanna play?

Puphead: *stares at him and moves his mouth to mimick him* ... *looks at his father, confused*

Cuphead: He can't talk?!

Djimmy: I guess my powers have their limits. After all, I'm not as powerful as... uh, well...

Elder Kettle: Our creator?

Djimmy: Yes. Our creator.

Cuphead: Who's our creator?

Djimmy: Uhmm, you'll probably learn about it at school. They'll explain better than me! Well, I guess I'll have to learn sign language. Oh boy... Learning to be a father AND a new language all of a sudden...

Elder Kettle: You can always come to me if you need any help! After all, I owe you that at least.

Djimmy: How so?

Elder Kettle: You did that for my boys.

Djimmy: How many times will I have to tell you that it makes me happy? You don't owe me anything! But I appreciate it. I might actually need it. And we'll probably get to see each other often, now that we made a new group of friends, right? How does that sound, Puphead?

Puphead: *nods*

Djimmy: Haha, good thing you can nod. At least, I can start by asking you yes or no questions.

[pfeldspar]

Randomly got ‘oh you touch my tralala mmm my ding ding dong’ stuck in my head

[shajaah]

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair {Hope and Lucina bath time! :D}

"Lala... lala... hmm~ tralala~" Running her fingers through her silky blue hair, Lucina was sitting on the edge of a river, preparing to wash her hair after a long week of fighting on the frontlines. Softly humming to herself, reminiscent of old memories shared with her late mother, the princess paused to gaze at her reflection, only to notice a figure slowly appearing behind her, mirrored in the glass.

"Ah! Hope," her voice carried with warmth. "You would help me wash my hair? That's very kind of you. Thank you, please." Turning her back to the girl, she handed her the brush.

Closing her eyes, Lucina enjoyed the hair care her friend offered. Strange, she hadn't expected someone beside Severa to be this close to her. Hope is indeed a special girl. She's an important friend to her.

Time passed as the two chatted while Hope washed Lucina's hair. "I feel refreshed. Thank you, Hope! I can't believe I haven't washed it until now. I feel bad for my hair..." Gently touching it, Lucina reflected on how her blue hair was a sign of her lineage, passed down from her father, who shared the same blue hair. "I wish I could take better care of it."

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[jubajr]

Watch Ding Dong Song (Radio Edit) on YouTube Music

Ohhhh, you touch my tralala.

[thetalee]

Gunther - Ding Dong Song

Oh, you touch my tralala Mmm, my ding ding dong (Mmm)

[through-gayas-eyes]

I have never loved the people I was supposed to love, Angela.

Nothing that was ever arranged for me worked out the way it was planned. My parents had pointed me in a specific direction—toward a respectable boarding school and an elite college—such that I could meet the community I was meant to belong to. But apparently, I didn’t belong there, because to this day, I don’t have a single friend from those worlds. Nor did I meet a husband for myself at one of my many school proms.

Nor did I ever really feel like I belonged to my parents, or that I was meant to reside in the small town where I grew up. I still don’t keep in touch with anybody from Clinton. My mother and I had only the most superficial of relationships, right up until her death. And my father, of course, was never much more than a grumbling political commentator at the far end of the dinner table.

But then I moved to New York City, and I came to know my Aunt Peg, an unconventional and irresponsible lesbian, who drank too much and spent too much money, and who only wanted to cavort through life with a sort of hop-skip-tralala—and I loved her. She gave me nothing less than my entire world.

And I also met Olive, who didn’t seem lovable—but whom I came to love, nonetheless. Far more than I loved my own mother or father. Olive was not warm or affectionate, but she was loyal and good. She was something of a bodyguard to me. She was our anchoress. She taught me whatever morality I possess.

Then I met Marjorie Lowtsky—an eccentric Hell’s Kitchen teenager whose immigrant parents were in the rag trade. She was not at all the sort of person I was supposed to befriend. But she became not only my business partner, but my sister. I loved her, Angela, with all my heart. I would do anything for her, and she for me.

Then came Marjorie’s son, Nathan—this weak little boy who was allergic to life itself. He was Marjorie’s child, but he was my child, too. If my parents’ vision for my life had gone according to plan, I would surely have had my own children—big, strong, horseback-riding future captains of industry—but instead I got Nathan, and that was better. I chose Nathan and he chose me. I loved him, too.

These random-seeming people were my family, Angela. These people were my real family. I’m telling you all this because I want you to understand that—over the next few years—I came to love your father just as much as I loved any of them.

My heart cannot offer him higher praise than that. He became as close to me as my own, beautiful, random, and real family.

Love like that is a deep well, with steep sides.

Once you fall in, that’s it—you will love that person always.

- From City of Girls by Elizabeth Gilbert

[pampulonad]

awgh I'm glad folks like what I write and think it's hot!! ;; I may or may not also be 'sprite slosher anon' over on depravity and I saw your notes reaction to that one and ;u; so fucking flattered by all the. positive,, f.EEDback

@~@🔫

anyway you know that funny ass song "Ding Dong Song" by Gunther (a.k.a. "ohh you touch my tralala.. mmm my ding dang dong~ ")?it feels just a little ? bit tummy kink coded to me =@~@="

im gonna goober you so hard sprite anon WAAAH /pos

also the idea of that song being tum kink coded is something i never thought of but now it’s gonna rule my head for a good bit lol