#shakescene

neil gaiman: hey david you wanna do good omens

a win for me is a win for us all

Carlos told Cecil about time, and Cecil had gotten entirely the wrong idea.

No. Not entirely. That wasn't fair. Carlos made himself look away from the radio. It was an awful, human impulse that got its hooks in him whenever Cecil was on, to stare at the radio like it was a manifestation of the man himself. Carlos looked down at his notebook, instead, and sketched out a quick Venn diagram.

On the left side: My Ideas.

More time passed in Night Vale in one week than there is time in one week. Ergo: There is a massive time shift in Night Vale.

This risks placing Night Vale (further?) out of sync with the rest of the world.

Time slowing down is potentially catastrophic!

On the right side: Cecil's Ideas.

Time slowing down is neat* (*which, in other circumstances, I would agree with, were not for the above note of "potentially catastrophic")

We should meet up to talk about this.

My voice is caramel.

Carlos bit the tip of his pen. It wasn't that Carlos didn't like his voice, although he was due for his surgical inoculation against throat spiders soon. It was just, did Cecil really think that about him? Had Cecil ever heard his own voice? Yes. Obviously. He had described it as "smooth" and "sonorous," and this was perhaps the most scientifically accurate that Carlos had heard him be.

But, thinking of science, as Carlos usually was, there was this chart to finish. He was thinking about Cecil because Cecil was relevant to the science at hand. Pure logic. Facts only.

In the center: Our Ideas

The town needs to know about this.

And maybe that was all that mattered. Carlos had asked for Cecil's help, and Cecil had given it to him, willingly. Gladly, even. Cecil made up for what he lacked in scientific knowledge with scientific enthusiasm, and so Carlos dared to hope that had he had an ally in Cecil. Just one ally, here among the menacing government agents and mob-ready citizens. Carlos had to trust Cecil, and trust was a verb. Carlos had to take actions which indicated that he trusted Cecil.

Or not. He did not have to do anything. Scientifically speaking, he was bound by nothing. The cells that made him up first made up organs, which could make suggestions to the broader organism that was himself, and he did not have to do anything to prolong their function. He was going to, of course. He wanted to, but it was a choice.

The function of trust was, ultimately, the same choice. Survival. He could be self-reliant, but not exist in isolation. And Cecil would be a good ally to have. People listened to Cecil. Plenty of people already trusted him. And, oh, he had that voice, that smooth and sonorous voice, Carlos wouldn't mind hearing it - just for himself, maybe.

But that was not a scientific line of inquiry, and Carlos was thinking about science.

Carlos added one more point to the center of the diagram.

if i stop being funny i will literally die because people will get tired of me being so annoying and form an angry mob outside my home

babe, aren’t we all

tread lightly on my ground

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Rose shot up out of bed, her hair plastered to her foreheadwith sweat. The nightmare was coming more and more often, and each time it hurtmore. Tonight, she awoke with a physical pain in her stomach. Rose sighed, andpulled herself out of bed, she was too afraid to fall back to sleep, for fearof the horrible things she saw in her dreams.

HELLO I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS I AM SO SORRY

Hmm… let’s do Viola and Orsino because they’re adorable and they deserve more love.

11. Who tops?

I have next to no knowledge about the top/bottom dynamic but I think Orsino is more of a top than Vi.

12. Who initiates kisses?

They’re about equal in this regard because they’re both romantic dorks.

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Orsino! He’s much better at taking the initiative.

the actors about to kiss david tennant: it is essential that i kiss this woman

david, about to do a scene with literally anybody: wait where’s the kiss?

director: what kiss? there’s no kiss in this scene.