Fuck Is To The English Language As X Is To Math. It Can Be An Adjective, Verb, Noun, Unit Of Measurement,

i am so so so so so so so so s o passionate about music it is honestly my very favorite thing on this entire earth it makes me so undeniably happy and excited how can you just not love it with your entire being

Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same

this is pain pure pain i hate this but at the same time i love it i actually just watched the buffy episode where he says this specifacally cuz i wanted to write it out in my weird drawing’writing style for fun but BOY OH BOY DOES THIS HURT

“Love isn’t brains, children, it’s blood – blood screaming inside you to work its will.” - (insp)

Me: [Sees cute Trans*/nonbinary people on my dash]

Me: [Pansexual sweating]

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

why does this explain why feel good inc is my fav song for my bf to play on bass?...

Signs As Gorillaz Songs

Aries: On Melancholy Hill

Taurus: 19-2000

Gemini: RockIt

Cancer: Stylo

Leo: Do Ya Thing

Virgo: Sleeping Powder

Libra: DARE

Scorpio: Murdoc Is God

Sagittarius: Clint Eastwood

Capricorn: Andromeda

Aquarius: Feel Good Inc.

Pisces: Plastic Beach

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

masterlist

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.

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