Send my muse “You’re so in love with _____, it’s obvious” for their reaction.

nonlinear-nonsubjective:

no i dont want to be a billionaire to live a lavish lifestyle i want to be a billionaire to be financially secure and have enough money to give people things and support charities and fund kickstarters and leave hundred dollar tips

apatriarchofthieves:

stunningpicture:

Finally an answer to the age old question “Do raccoons on a beach in Panama City, FL like Fritos?”

incorporearl
Sometimes I like to hang out with my raccoon friends, go to the beach, get a snack…

apatriarchofthieves:

stunningpicture:

Finally an answer to the age old question “Do raccoons on a beach in Panama City, FL like Fritos?”

incorporearl

Sometimes I like to hang out with my raccoon friends, go to the beach, get a snack…

austereconnoisseur:

austereconnoisseur:

10. “I wanna run away with you.”

Asellus held onto Earl’s hands lightly while glancing up at him in a serious manner. “All I need is you. Let’s go somewhere where it’s only us,” they added, “Just say the place and we can go.”  Their gaze lowered to the floor while gripping onto the scoutmater’s hands. This was definitely a dangerous thought. Strex would most likely kill Asellus if they ran away but they didn’t even care anymore. 

"You’re my reason to smile Earl," they whispered, "And I hope I can be one of the reasons you smile too."  Asellus stood straight and pulled away from the scoutmaster a bit. Placing their hand underneath of Earl’s chin they tilted his head up a bit to look at him. "Let’s go home okay?" Asellus suggested with a smile.

Earl smiled and gave him a quick kiss before they pulled apart.  ”You’re the biggest reason I smile,” he said softly.  ”That sounds good.”  He kept a hand on Asellus as they headed towards the exit.

wisteria-spirit:

yes please

wisteria-spirit:

yes please

austereconnoisseur:

austereconnoisseur:

10. “I wanna run away with you.”

Asellus held onto Earl’s hands lightly while glancing up at him in a serious manner. “All I need is you. Let’s go somewhere where it’s only us,” they added, “Just say the place and we can go.”  Their gaze lowered to the floor while gripping onto the scoutmater’s hands. This was definitely a dangerous thought. Strex would most likely kill Asellus if they ran away but they didn’t even care anymore. 

They placed a hand on his head and carded their fingers through his hair. With a smile they tilted their head a bit and rested on Earl. “Well, what sort of partner would I be if you couldn’t trust me with things like this?” Asellus questioned, ” I like to think that the person you share not only your dreams and happiness with but your fears and uncertainties with someone who means a lot to you. And..that’s a good feeling.”

"It gives me a more personal reason to smile," they added.

Earl sighed, leaning into their touch.  ”You’re… incredible.  I hope you know that.  How - how wonderful you are.  And how much I appreciate that.  You deserve every reason to smile.”

Earl was supposed to meet Cecil after work. He waited outside the station for a while before finally going into the building. It was oddly quiet; Station Management was silent, and nothing seemed to be moving. And there was a motionless form on the floor - "Cecil!?" Earl called, and ran over, kneeling down and squeezing his arm. "Cecil! Are you okay?"

justaradiohost:

justaradiohost:

Nothing appeared to be physically wrong with Cecil - other than the odd angle that one of his legs was bent at. His face was blank, not a trace of pain evident on his face, and his body was limp against the floor. He didn’t stir as the scout master tried to wake him, the only sign that he was actually alive being his soft breathing. He almost appeared to be asleep - but everyone in Night Vale knew that the radio host would never do that. 

Cecil pressed as close as possible to Earl, closing his eyes tightly and swallowing hard. 

Earl held him close and rubbed his back.  ”…Terrifying things happen sometimes,” he murmured softly.  ”But we always make it through.”

"It's quiet out there..." Cecil whispered quietly, pressing a little closer to Earl as he strained his ears, trying to listen for even the slightest sound.

justaradiohost:

incorporearl:

Earl nodded, straining to listen.  There hadn’t been a crash or a a rumble for nearly an hour…

"I’m going to check it out," he whispered, creeping over to the door… and hoping nothing had fallen over it to keep it shut.

Cecil smiled faintly, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again with a sigh. “Is everyone alright?” He said faintly, looking at the man and squeezing his hand. “I mean, they didn’t…” 

"They’re all okay," Earl said softly.  "We’ve all been in here since then.  Everyone’s fine."

austereconnoisseur:

austereconnoisseur:

10. “I wanna run away with you.”

Asellus held onto Earl’s hands lightly while glancing up at him in a serious manner. “All I need is you. Let’s go somewhere where it’s only us,” they added, “Just say the place and we can go.”  Their gaze lowered to the floor while gripping onto the scoutmater’s hands. This was definitely a dangerous thought. Strex would most likely kill Asellus if they ran away but they didn’t even care anymore. 

Asellus’s smile faded into a look of concern while listening to Earl speak. Reaching up they rubbed their thumb against his cheek. “You’re enough for me. And you’re not alone Earl,” they spoke softly, “I’m here with you. Remember we told each other we would always be there.” They placed a light kiss to his cheek. “It’s okay to be afraid just don’t let it control you. Try not to worry too much about the what ifs.”

Earl gave a shaky sigh and hugged Asellus tightly, trembling a bit.  ”I… I know.  I don’t… think about it much.  I don’t - well - I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone else before.  I… don’t like to talk about things… I’m really afraid of.”  He swallowed and nuzzled into Asellus’s shoulder.  ”…Thanks…”

apatriarchofthieves:

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*wraps around you like a snake* Hello friend, I am paying attention to you. <3

… tiny smooch

Earl was supposed to meet Cecil after work. He waited outside the station for a while before finally going into the building. It was oddly quiet; Station Management was silent, and nothing seemed to be moving. And there was a motionless form on the floor - "Cecil!?" Earl called, and ran over, kneeling down and squeezing his arm. "Cecil! Are you okay?"

justaradiohost:

justaradiohost:

Nothing appeared to be physically wrong with Cecil - other than the odd angle that one of his legs was bent at. His face was blank, not a trace of pain evident on his face, and his body was limp against the floor. He didn’t stir as the scout master tried to wake him, the only sign that he was actually alive being his soft breathing. He almost appeared to be asleep - but everyone in Night Vale knew that the radio host would never do that. 

"He-he was so happy… but th-the people were all dead…" Cecil shuddered, leaning into him more.

Earl pulled him close.  ”…I don’t know if he was really as happy as he sounded,” he mumbled.  ”That was… a horrible time.  It’s over now, though.”

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austereconnoisseur:

austereconnoisseur:

10. “I wanna run away with you.”

Asellus held onto Earl’s hands lightly while glancing up at him in a serious manner. “All I need is you. Let’s go somewhere where it’s only us,” they added, “Just say the place and we can go.”  Their gaze lowered to the floor while gripping onto the scoutmater’s hands. This was definitely a dangerous thought. Strex would most likely kill Asellus if they ran away but they didn’t even care anymore. 

"I’m always afraid I’m going to die at the wrong time like when I have something really important I have to do," Asellus stated.

"…That’s a pretty reasonable fear," Earl said quietly.  "I’m afraid of that too, sometimes."  He was quiet for a moment.  "I’m afraid… of a lot of things," he murmured just above a whisper.  "Letting people down.  Letting them get hurt, or worse… Just… not being enough."  He paused and laughed humorlessly.  "…Being alone, even though I prefer it a lot of times… but there’s being alone for a while, and then there’s having no one to go to."

Earl was supposed to meet Cecil after work. He waited outside the station for a while before finally going into the building. It was oddly quiet; Station Management was silent, and nothing seemed to be moving. And there was a motionless form on the floor - "Cecil!?" Earl called, and ran over, kneeling down and squeezing his arm. "Cecil! Are you okay?"

justaradiohost:

justaradiohost:

Nothing appeared to be physically wrong with Cecil - other than the odd angle that one of his legs was bent at. His face was blank, not a trace of pain evident on his face, and his body was limp against the floor. He didn’t stir as the scout master tried to wake him, the only sign that he was actually alive being his soft breathing. He almost appeared to be asleep - but everyone in Night Vale knew that the radio host would never do that. 

"T-th-there was so much-ch blood…" He whispered quietly, gripping at his hair. "I-it was e-everywhere… and h-he was s-so happy…" 

Earl gently rubbed at Cecil’s back.  ”…Did he… look like you?” he guessed.  ”Except the eyes?  That’s… Kevin.  The Voice of Desert Bluffs.  He was here for a while.  But he’s gone now.  You’re safe.”