My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
acrobat began to search for the door then, moving over to the exit and
awkwardly standing by it to make his point that he was ready for bed..
or freedom to hunt.

“Anyway- I better.. head off.. it’s late and I’m sure there are some
young people out there, looking for a nice time..” He didn’t appreciate
going on, fearing to expose another secret.

Carlos went to see him out. “Alright,” he said. “Try to stay out of trouble. I hope you have fun. Be safe – at least, as safe as you can be in Night Vale.”

He left with a nod and headed out of the labs, tucking his hands into his pockets and casting his gaze out towards the sunset before smirking. It would be a fine night for another hunt, all he had to do was hope that it would work this time.

Carlos went back to looking over the samples he had from Skip. He was sure Skip was going to have an easier time getting blood than he had for science. Night Valiens didn’t trust science – but they might value the fact that another being would need blood to live.

So Skip was probably going to be okay. If not, he knew where he could get blood. Carlos would gladly provide him some from the fridge.

Carlos worked well into the night, as he habitually did. Only after what was supposed to be midnight did he go upstairs to his apartment for the night.


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starhalation:

ask-me-about-loom:

chongoblog:

If “Running in the 90′s” was in A Major rather than A Minor

This is the theme to a magical girl anime

This is what plays in my head when I make a yummy Weetabix

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
acrobat began to search for the door then, moving over to the exit and
awkwardly standing by it to make his point that he was ready for bed..
or freedom to hunt.

“Anyway- I better.. head off.. it’s late and I’m sure there are some
young people out there, looking for a nice time..” He didn’t appreciate
going on, fearing to expose another secret.

Carlos went to see him out. “Alright,” he said. “Try to stay out of trouble. I hope you have fun. Be safe – at least, as safe as you can be in Night Vale.”

karlika:

chronicallyeducated:

heelgripper:

bemusedlybespectacled:

bluegushers:

vampireapologist:

tiinykaiju:

I feel like the real peril of growing up Christian that no one really talks about is how deeply veggie tales songs get embedded into your fuckin head like a ticking time bomb of inanity

it could be decades later and you’re minding your own business in line at the grocery store or on the bus or trying to fall asleep and from the depths of your brain comes “the bunny, the bunny, ooh I love the bunny”

you’ll never be free

someone, being normal: it’s time

my goblin brain:

anytime i lose my hairbrush…..yall already know whats going down

me: walking anywhere

in the depths of my hell mind, in a French accent: KEEP WALKING! butyouwon’tknockdownourwall keep walking! BUT IT ISN’T GONNA FALL!

BARBARA MANATEE 

YOU ARE THE ONE FOR ME 

Grew up in a mixed faith/secular house, and we still found there fairly amusing/interesting and catchy.

I think it was @acrossthegreatdivide (back in the day when we were still in school) used to sing the songs and they were earworms. (But I digress).

Fast forward 10+ years later, I’m 28 and the opening floor staff at my grad school. Our administrator in name George, and of course, being the first one there I’d say good morning while emptying out the dishwasher and tidying up the lounge and such.

9/10 times I would have to catch myself from singing the damn song after saying “Good morning George.”

Sorry for the rambling anecdote but I wanted to share.

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist‌:

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“Well,
you won’t have to think about that for a while yet,” Carlos told him,
turning his head up to look at him with a smile. “You’re one of the best
things that has every happened to me, and I’m not going to let you go
if I can help it.”

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“We find a way to make you like this and I won’t ever have to think about it.” He joked, a small smile on his face. “You’re wonderful, y’know that? Just the most amazing man I’ve ever met. You’re perfect, sunshine.”

Wait,
was that a joke? Was Hancock joking? It sounded like it, but Carlos
honestly couldn’t tell. He sometimes thought about the fact that the
ghoul was technically immortal and he wondered – genuinely wondered –
what was going to happen to them in the long run.

But to Hancock’s face, Carlos didn’t like thinking about it because it was a problem he couldn’t fix.

“How’s
about a date tonight?” Carlos suddenly asked. “I was gonna ask about
it, but then we got to discussing over who’s perfect and beautiful.”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
acrobat hummed and nodded as he sucked down the packet, squeezing the
blood up closer to his thirsty fangs. “Jake tastes real good- d-do you
think I could have some more, before we leave to hypnotize your team..?”

Carlos looked to Skip with slight surprise. “Uh… you sure? That’s a whole pint, you know. Is… do you need more?” Skip must’ve really been hungry. Did he not eat lunch with Earl?

That slight glance of doubt made Skip more than uneasy and he hurriedly set the Now empty bag aside, bringing his feet together nervously as he mumbled and fidgeted. “N-no.. I don’t need it. I want it.”

Carlos noticed Skip’s sudden nerves. “Oh – I’m sorry. I was just expressing worry because… well, I perceive that as a lot of blood. But I don’t know about vampire eating habits. I was just worried that it might make you sick or something. Sure, you can have some more.” Carlos smiled at him.

So the vampire greedily held out his hand for another bag of blood, eyes wide and dialated heavily. “P-please?” He asked quietly, much like a fanged puppy.

“Yeah, sure,” Carlos said. He opened the fridge again and got another one of Jake’s pints – an older one, but only by a few days. He offered it to Skip. “Check the date and see if that’s okay for you,” he said.

Skip barely glanced it over before folding over the tab again, and puncturing the plastic to suck down the thick blood, squeezing the packet and hungrily slurping on it. “When are your other lab workers supposed to be here?”

“Well, some of them have a day off today,” Carlos said. “So probably tomorrow. I’ll present the idea of a hypnotism show in the morning and see how they all like it.”

The vampire nodded at that and finished off the second packet, laying it aside and wiping his lip awkwardly before licking the blood off his finger.

“I know we’ve just been talking- but this is already beating my lunch date,” He chuckled, looking up for Carlos’ reaction.

Carlos kinda wanted to ask, but Skip had been unwilling to talk about it earlier so he didn’t.

“Well, I’m glad for that,” Carlos said with a smile. “I’m glad that things are looking up today. I’ll be sure to talk to the guys tomorrow, I promise. This could be really fun!”