If You Text Me And I Dont Respond This Is What Im Doing

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Murdoc with a teenage daughter?

- murdoc is honestly much more protective than if he had a teenage son. constantly on the look out of older men who will take advantage of her (lol), teaches her the basics of kicking ass, loves her to death but tries not to be over bearing. but it’s murdoc, so he is.

- his favorite part by FAR is teaching her how to drive and doing donuts with her in a parking lot until they get kicked out. he reluctantly teaches her how to drive in the stylo car, enjoying her reaction to finally being able to drive the car he spent years driving in with her, but he is also. so. anxious. donuts are reserved till she gets as good at him at avoiding crashes.

- the first time he sees that she sneaks into the liquor cabinet he starts freaking out a bit. he definitely knows this isn’t her first time by her demeanor and probably screams at her for it. he means well, he REALLY doesn’t want her to have an addiction like he did her age. but he’ll let her slide a drink or two when she’s behaved well.

- he’s also super interested in the music she listens to by now. he literally follows her Spotify playlist just so he can make sure she’s not listening to any “crap” because NO child of his will have a bad music taste. this is a muse free household.

- the first time they get into a really big fight he’s actually devastated. it’s probably over her sneaking out and drinking, something he did frequently as a teen, but no one was there to supervise him. sure he came out fine but…. most certainly not perfect. a screaming fight ensues with him making her cry at the end, the standard “I HATE YOU!” before she runs off into her room. he’s heart broken because his little girl has grown up so fast, and he hopes she doesn’t entirely turn out like him.

- the moment she graduates he is so embarrassing at the ceremony. definitely that parent that cheers way too loudly, “that’s my girl!” takes a thousand blurry photos on his clunky iPad. he even sheds a tear or two when she tells him she loves him, and that she wouldn’t be the person she is today without him. now he’s full on sobbing

- murdoc niccals is far from the perfect parent. but he 100% wants the best for his not so little angel

I firmly believe what ever you’re obsessed with at 11/12 years old becomes a core part of who you are, regardless if you lose interest in it or not. Maybe some of you were lucky and were obsessed with warrior cats or smth, and if you’re real unlucky it was probably twilight.

tumblr will always be a better website than twitter because you can only retweet a tweet once, whereas on this website if i really like a post i can make my followers scroll past it twelve times in a row

tumblr will always be a better website than twitter because you can only retweet a tweet once, whereas on this website if i really like a post i can make my followers scroll past it twelve times in a row

sing me to sleep ~ corpse husband

word count: 1051

request?: yes!

“Hi it looks like requests are open. Can I request a cute corpse husband imagines where maybe the reader has a nightmare and wakes up and corspe is streaming and the reader doesn’t want to bother him but can’t go back to sleep. Maybe when he’s done streaming he comforts the reader and maybe sings them to sleep. I really wanna read something of him singing to the reader. Pleaseeee”

description: in which she can’t get back to sleep after a nightmare, so her  boyfriend helps her

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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You woke from your nightmare with a yelp and immediately covered your mouth. Luckily, you were alone in bed as Corpse was still streaming so you didn’t wake him.

You tried to just roll over and go back to sleep, but every time you closed your eyes you saw the images from your nightmare again. You tossed and turned for what felt like hours, but whenever you checked the time it had only been 10 minutes since the last time.

You looked at your phone long and hard, debating on texting Corpse to ask him to come to bed, but you knew you’d feel bad if you did that. He was probably mid-game, having a great time with his friends. You couldn’t take him away from that. But you did want nothing more than to feel Corpse’s arms around you and helping to lull you back to sleep.

Eventually, you heard the door to his YouTube room open and close, and his footsteps silently creeping down the hall to your shared room. He was trying to stay silent as he got ready for bed, so you spoke up, “I’m awake.”

“Fuck,” Corpse hissed. You giggled at his startled reaction. “Why are you awake, babe? Didn’t you say you were going to bed when I started streaming?”

“I had a nightmare and haven’t been able to get back to sleep,” you responded.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve come and kept you company at least.”

“You were streaming! I didn’t want to bother you if you were having fun with your friends.”

You felt the bed dip next to you in the dark, followed by the warmth of Corpse’s arms wrapping around you. You settled into his embrace, taking in all the familiar things that you loved so much about him.

“You still could’ve come told me, or texted me or something,” he said.

“I debated it,” you said. “But you were having a good time playing with your friends. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Are you kidding? They’d probably prefer for you to be there. They all love you. Rae has been asking when you’ll play with us next every time I’m talking to them.”

You smiled into the darkness at this. You loved Corpse’s online friends .They were so welcoming of both you and Corpse into their group, and they had been fantastic friends to the both of you. You felt closer to them than you had with anyone in real life.

Neither one of you spoke for some time. You buried your head into Corpse’s chest, the soft material of his shirt brushing against your face. Usually, you liked the silence, but at that moment it felt deafening. Your eyes were growing so heavy that you were struggling to stay awake, but at the same time you just couldn’t sleep. Even with Corpse next to you now, it felt like an impossible task that you’d never be able to do.

You groaned in frustration. Corpse’s body shook as he chuckled. “Still can’t sleep?”

“I’m so tired,” you groaned, the words muffled in Corpse’s shirt. “But I can’t sleep. It’s not even the nightmare now, my body just won’t shut down long enough for me to sleep!” You lifted your head from his chest to add, “Maybe I’m destined to stay awake forever now.”

Corpse chuckled again and found your lips with ease, giving you a quick peck. You smiled to yourself again.

“Want me to talk to you to help you sleep?” he asked. “You did always say listening to my horror story videos helped you to sleep before we started dating.”

“I don’t want to hear a horror story, I definitely won’t sleep then,” you mumbled. An idea popped into your head and you smirked to yourself. “What if you sang to me?”

“(Y/N), no.”

You sat up on the bed, pulling out of Corpse’s arms to do so. You turned on the lamp next to his bed so he could finally see your face.

“Come on? Please? You know how much I love your singing.”

“And you know how much I hate my singing.”

Corpse was stuck on the idea that his actual singing voice was the worst sound in the world. Despite the fact that the music he was already making was partially him singing, he kept denying it. He was sure that he absolutely could not sing, and often refused to do it even when it was just the two of you.

There were rare occasions that you managed to get him to sing, though. Usually when you were upset or sick, he liked to take you in his arms and sing your favorite song to you. It was like a magic spell that would instantly make you feel better when you heard it.

“Please?” you begged, drawing out the “e” in the word and even pouting like a child at him. “Just until I fall asleep. If it doesn’t work within the first verse and chorus, you can stop. If I fall asleep right away, you won’t even have to sing long anyways!”

“It might not work.”

“But it’s worth a try, isn’t it?”

Corpse sighed and looked up at your pouty face. He finally smiled and opened his arms to you again. “Fine, come here.”

You quickly turned off the light and basically dove into his arms again. He held you tightly as he began to hum first, a soothing sound that you loved to hear. When he started to sing, your heart fluttered. Despite what Corpse thought of his own voice, it was your absolute favorite sound.

Of course, the magic song worked yet again, as within almost seconds you were drifting off to sleep. Corpse felt your body beginning to slump in his arms, and your head lull against his chest. Your breathing started to get heavier, and finally, you were sound asleep.

Corpse smiled to himself. Although he couldn’t see you in the dark, he could imagine how cute you looked while you were asleep in his arms. He gently kissed your forehead, trying not to wake you, as he settled himself down to sleep as well.

“I love you,” he whispered into the darkness.

“I love you, too,” came a response so quiet it was almost inaudible.

Born April 12, 1987; Happy 34th Birthday to @panicatthedisco's very own Brendon Urie!

WHY AND HOW IS THIS SO FRIGGIN AMAZING AND SWEET!?!?!?

-skeleton song