I looked at this image. And I nodded in agreement. I understand.

me to a cishet: hey look up the fire snail!!!!!!!

them: that’s weird :|

me to an lgbtq+ person: hey look up the fire snail!!!!!!!!

them: :O!!!!!!! fire snail!!!!!!!!!!

fire snail.

:00000 fire snail

Little treat.

Thought I might as well post it here too😌

Comforting you (Corpse Husband X Reader)

Disclamer: I try my best to not use any descriptions (that we don’t already know about Corpse) however if I accidentally do it, is based on the idea of him in my mind and not on anything else. Please respect his privacy.

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Comforting you (Corpse Husband X Reader)

summary: Corpse is streaming and you are feeling down. So you go to cuddle with him while he’s playing. He forgot to tell you he was streaming, however he stops it all to focus on you. He helps you through it.

Tw: light talking about d3pr3ssi0n, b0dy imag3.

Warnings: swearing

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It’s cold..like really cold. Something is missing. You open your eyes and roll over to your side, arm reaching out to pat around the bed. He’s not here. Using all of the bed space you stretch, and just stare at the ceiling.

Today you had woken up and felt terrible. Not Oh today is gonna be so busy terrible, but I want to go back to bed for the rest of the day terrible. Corpse was quick to notice, suggesting you both sleep in some more (not that he got any..but he doesn’t know you know that.) Somehow his cuddling with you in bed made it all better.

Before you know it, tears are rolling down your face. Wanting nothing more than what you had this morning, you pull the blanket off and step out of the bed. Walking out of the dark room, you wonder

Where is he?

Seconds later a booming laugh can be heard from what you think is his recording room. You explored his apartment yet, the only places you’ve been to is the living room (to cuddle on the couch) and the bedroom (to cuddle on the bed.)

It’s almost like you can tell Corpse’s love language is physical touch.

Hurrying over to the room, you lightly knock the door and wait. No Answer You try again.. No Answer. Slowly you turn the knob and open the door. There he is sitting on his huge gaming chair, with screens in front of him He’s playing a game..

\maybe I shouldn’t bother him….

Overturning your own thoughts you do what you wanted to this entire time. You stand next to him, not knowing if he has seen you or not, and just pull his hands above his head and sit on his lap. You’re face in the crook of his next.

“wait shit…babe” He voice sounds muffled a little by your hair and he pushes himself forwards and does something on his keyboard. You turn over to look and notice one of the screens has a live chat open.

crap crap crap he’s live.

You try to get off him , but his hands quickly grab the sides of your thighs. Keeping you in the same position. Knowing you won’t be able to move, you place your head on his chest.

“Hey Baby whats up? whats wrong?” He whispers into your ear, his left hand moves up to hold your cheek, pulling your face to look at him. His eyes full of concern.

“um” you worriedly look over at the chat. “Im on mute, don’t worry about the live. They can figure it out.. I told Sara I’d be out for a bit. It’s okay. Now please tell me whats wrong.” Now both of his hands are cradling your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks…

And all you want to do right now is cry. And so you do just that

“oh no baby.. baby. hey please tell me what’s wrong.” His voice rumbles on your forehead as its digging into his chest.

“I don’t know. I just feel terrible. Like I’m not good enough, pretty enough. Just not enough and I’ll never be and it all just hurts today.” You say through gasps, as your tears gets all over his white tee.

“Not enough? Fuck that. You are so much more than you think you are. Your fucking amazing, you make my life better just by fucking existing.” Theres a slight hint of anger in the midst of confusion in his voice. He pulls your face to meet eyes with him.

“If anything I don’t deserve you. Your humor..deadass your fucking entire personality is amazing. Not to mention you are incredibly gorgeous. I have no idea how I’m with you right now. How did you chose me out of everyone else…and trust me there were other people interested. But I will not question it, because I get to call you mine and that’s all the matters.”

Your tears have stopped and while you still didn’t feel great, his words brought comfort to you. Your hands go to grab his jaw and bring his lips towards yours. It’s a sweet and simple kiss, but it held as much love as you could give to him right now. Pulling away, he sneaks a quick peck, making you smile.

“Now that’s my pretty girl.” He laughs and your heart is about to burst. “Now what do you want to do?” The concern comes back to his voice.

“Could I just stay here for a bit? I just need to be held for a moment. If fine if you want to play though, I can leave.” You look down uncomfortable. Corpse moves forward, you think he’s gonna make you move.

“Stay there, Im just texting Sara that I will be back. You stay on my lap and don’t you dare move.” You smile into his chest, making sure he can feel it.

“Ill be extra quiet.” Corpse sits back and you can feel the controller on the bottom of your back. He leans his head to your ear and says, “You better because I’m pretty sure thousands of people just heard me say babe..Don’t worry Ill fix this on twitter after the stream. You just stay here in my arms baby.” You sigh and eventually fall asleep to the sounds the game and Corpse’s voice.

Thought I might as well post it here too😌

Corpse being a sweet imposter <3

i need more interactions between soft boi Ethan and horror dad Corpse

Acid Rain SPEEDPAINT: Here

Corpse being a sweet imposter <3

Simpson Pike’s experience at St. Andrews University :

Please reblog. Not surprised by Oxford, but I never knew this about St Andrew’s etc and I doubt I’m the only one. 

Same energy as that time in college I told a girl that “the tarot” says she needs to go call her mom and start going to therapy and she fucking did.

Wonder how fast we could crowdfund it.

Didn’t they arrest him?

oh man. he dead… 

His name is Edward Crawford.

For real tho. He was hands down murdered by the police. A lot of notable figures from Ferguson were found dead in the same manner and police labeled them all suicides which ,as we all know, is complete and utter bullshit.

If we could get statues of anyone it really is Edward Crawford. If I can get in contact with a sculptor or some shit with permission from Crawford’s family I will set up the Fund Page in a heart beat.

The same thing is happening again btw

dude in the background with no mask died the same way

i hate that white people hide their racism behind "doing a favor"

gah damn she deleted her personal twitter, her business' twitter, and her business' website with a quickness😩

LLLLMMMAAAAOOOOOOOOOO