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bulkhummus · 2 years

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WTNV 212 Live React ⭐️Spoilers⭐️

1. UM ??? Title???

2. uuuuuuummmmmmm

3. oh i love when they do fun little audio things oh oh oh oh

4. LEE MARVIN MY BOY MY BOY LEE MARVIN !!!!!!! inchresting

5. Housey Wousey

6. Im gonna throw up

7. IM GONNA THROW UP

8. Oh oh oh

9. Holy fuck— holy FUCK

10. Its giving Strex xoxo now you know they cant just say sunlight and get away with it also like im obsessed with her being described as normal cecil ur so petty i bet shes terrifying actually

11. CECIL RANT go off king go off

12. loving this audio depiction of a normal US commercial for medication side effects lmao this is brilliant. down to the doctor cannot hear you

13. Oh im absolutely gonna LOSE IT

14. CARLOS!!! AGAIN SO SOON!!!

15. yeah yeah yeah you cant remember decades uh huh uhuhhhh uhhhh uhhhhhh

16. No ethical code hmmmmmm you feared her you say? how tasty

17. nOT END WELL UM THATS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR

18. ground turkey we love queers — carlos just trying to get cecil to remember ANYTHING LMAO

19. me being a scorpio 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you cecil i am a sweetie boy (also steve is a scorpio lmao)

20. Also if im not mistaken was it Taurus that is implied to be carlos? Cant remember

21. lets salad to the weather!

22. Oh?!! i rlly like the weather today!

23. im so interested that its where josies house was ngl like what on earth does that mean

24. the moon slander is alive and well

25. oh cecil….. you love carlos so much and … it feels like apollo is in the building tonight and Carlos is going to have his identity as a scientist shaken

26. I think its v funny that cecil describes janet as so plainly average and medium he looked at her and went ‘mid actually’. compared to how he described carlos in the first episode.

27. Im kind of rooting for mediocre scientist carlos now ngl like hes a bad scientist by everyones standards BUT night vales that would be a fun take

28. Like the way cecil describes janet and her ability as a scientist is so deeply funny to me his bias really shines through there

29. if we go off the last bit of UOWII episode, they remember carlos. so im excited to see if and when she runs into him OR if its a double situation.

30. oh theyre not gonna go away huh

31. I hope nightvale swallows them whole and spits them out

#more formal thoughts in the morning #frantically listening to the episode where uowii was first mentionedn #so sleepy #so congested :(#wtnv #wtnv spoilers #welcome to night vale #welcome to night vale spoilers #wtnv 212 #long post

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fuckasslesbian · 3 years

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Im listening to wtnv rn, just started, but the amount of rage i have rn.....im listening to DESERT BLUFFS’ RADIO SHOW. i have never gotten an emotional reaction from a show in just 19 episodes but WOW im shaking with rage rn. Fuck you Desert Bluffs, you and your ass baseball team.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #desert bluffs die challenge #wtnv ep 19B #i bet they dont even have an authoritarian govt smh #kevin get tf out of my heaphones #AND THE G A L L TO TRY AND TAKE NIGHTVALES BRAND WITH ITS CHEERFUL ONIMOUS REPORTING???#jfc i hate this

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batfamscreaming · 3 years

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*nods* Ed would hate Nightvale SO MUCH. Ed is a logical person. A pragmatic type. Nightvale and logic are barely suspicious neighbors.

I am honestly INCREDIBLY surprised you didn't automatically yeet Ed into DCU and Gotham. Because he fits the city aesthetic so well. And he's a 'fite me! Orphan' so of course he'd end up with the bats somehow. Maybe Barbara's bunch because he eould think Barbara was awesome i bet?

I don't just yeet people anywhere!! you gotta have a connection with shit. And while Ed would like Gotham aesthetically I guess, otherwise there's really not that much that would have a contrast with him to bring anything out. Like, his opinion on Batman would probably be a big shrug? The guy's not killing anyone, so not Ed's problem. He packs up and leaves Gotham pretty quickly because there's nothing there really alchemical unless you're doing a kinda-AU where Gotham is Officially Cursed, but even then I'm not really sure what would make Ed care to stay at all. There's enough weird shit in the DCU to occupy him, but none of it is weird to the inhabitants except maybe Lazarus Pits, which like... aren't really going to help him much. They do one thing, and that one thing isn't regrowing fully lost limbs or restoring souls to bodies.

Maybe he could bitch at Dr. Fate or something, but I don't know enough about that character to do much with it really.

Meanwhile, Nightvale runs counterintuitive enough to him that people are like "yeah, science!" and Ed is like "what the FUCK kind of science are you talking about," but at least its own internal logic is... adjacent-consistent enough for him to work with.

#beatext #fma #asked and answered

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the-space-case · 6 years

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I'm feeling kinda down right now. Can I maybe have some words of incouragment. You don't have to...

Not sure what you’re feelin down about but! Here’s a list of things that cheer me up quick, from a bon a fide Depressed Person who Goes to Therapy (in no particular order haha):

1.) watch the Too Cute! series (on youtube or w/e)! It’s always nice to see adorable puppies and kittens bumbling about.

2.) Watch a funny series! I like the Game Grumps and also listening to The Adventure Zone!

3.) Have a hot beverage! Non-caffeinated tea is your best bet. Hot chocolate is also good.

4.) Think about the people you love. They love you too! They care about your well being and want you to be happy. If the person who loves you saw you feeling down, what would they say? My sister gives me a new perspective and helps me look forward into the bright future instead of the dim present currently blocking my view. My dad gives me pep talks and reaffirms his care for me and my future. My step-mother actively helps me find solutions to current problems. Keep going! THEY LOVE YOU!!!

5.) Do a bit of exercise! Like, a little walk. I’ll wander to the nearby vending machine if i’m feeling a bit down and get myself a little treat. Moving around helps me shake off the bad thoughts.

6.) Clean up a bit! If your usual area or room is cluttered, you’ll feel a bit chaotic yourself. I like to organize my sketchbook shelf and get lost in all the pages. I’ve come a long way in the five years of drawing I’ve done! It’s nice to see.

7.) Read a book! I like the Welcome to Nightvale novels myself ^u^ Also Dracula. OR you could write down what your feeling. if its all negative, write it out and then tear it up! (don’t keep them! let them go!)

8.)Talk about your troubles with someone close to you! Or a therapist (I’ll text mine when I need them which is nice for those really bad days). It’s good to unload and its great to get a new perspective. Keep more than your own counsel, as my dad likes to say.

9.) Know that even though today might not have been great, there is always tomorrow to be better. A new start! Leave the past in the past and move forward.

10.) Know that despite everything there will be joy in your life again, be it within five minutes or tomorrow.

11.) Eat something healthy, if you haven’t for awhile. Too much sugar in your diet can fuck with your moods, and also increases acne? DRINK WATER, OH MY GOD. I NEED TO DRINK MORE WATER.

12.) have a nice lil pep day. Spa day? Have a face mask, do your nails, gussy up and go out shopping. It helps me feel like a person when I’m down, a bit like that old study where people who wore lab coats felt smarter. You know? Fake it til you make it, confidence-wise.

13.) finish something! An old pice of art, writing, cleaning, organizing, etc....it’ll help you feel accomplished!

#personal jazz #negative #depression #hope that helps!!!!#Anonymous

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jilliechansimagination · 7 years

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Reality isn’t Completely Broken…Yet

Where was Carlos during the events of Cal? He was right there, the whole time. The whole time.

Carlos heard Cecil open the front door, talking to whoever was on the other side, but he wasn’t paying attention as his focus was solely on the random numbers he had brought home that his assistant, Wang Fang, had painstakingly made up about the tears in reality.

He knew he had promised Cecil that he wouldn’t investigate them but it wasn’t the Library’s tear and he had carefully weighed the choice between studying them, the miniature inhabitants under Lane Five of the Desert Flower Bowling Alley, Arcade and Fun Complex, or finding the perfect cookie recipe by rolling a three sided die and that’s where it landed. Well technically it had landed in the bowl of chips, knocking it over and that’s where the chips and the die had landed which Carlos, a man of Pure Science, took as a sign.

Cecil yelled at him to come to the other room and in his mind Carlos yelled back that he would be there in a moment but out loud he said nothing; still too wrapped up in numbers than what his husband was saying to him.

“It’s just tea, no alcohol at all,” Cecil promised whoever he had invited in, popping his head into Carlos’s office.

Carlos turned slightly in his chair, holding up a finger to show he would be there in a moment, just as soon as he was done with the numbers and Cecil seemed satisfied as he wandered away.

After a second he could hear something rattle in the sink so Cecil must have pulled up the bonsai tree next to the sink and was making the tea.

“You know, you never realize how long a human tooth actually is,” he heard Cecil say from the other room, trying to make polite small talk.

Carlos didn’t hear the response but he did hear Cecil’s disheartened “no.”

Carlos grabbed a red pen and circled some of the numbers and drawing arrows so that they would, metaphorically, move from one section to another. He had gotten completely absorbed in his work when he heard Cecil shakily cry out, “Mom would’ve never put us in such danger!”

“Cecil,” Carlos called, leaning his chair back on two legs, “Honey, are you okay?”

Cecil didn’t answer.

Carlos let his chair fall back on all four of its legs, abandoning the papers on the desk as he stepped into the kitchen/main room.

“Cecil?” Carlos asked, watching his husband frantically pace back and forth gesturing to an empty chair.

“No, this, this is wrong; I have a sister, I’m sorry, but I don’t have a brother!” Cecil stated, tears forming in his eyes. “And I’m married! I’m not-“

Cecil turned so sharply that he nearly knocked Carlos over as he practically ran to the bookshelf, yanking one of the photo albums off of it. “I’ll prove it!”

While Cecil flipped through the pages Carlos looked at the empty chair, noticing a shiny pool of fresh blood proving that something was going on. He glanced at his husband before quickly stepping back into his office for his Science Stick.

When Carlos came back in Cecil had moved onto another photo album, flipping through Janus’s baseball game, bowling league night, and the photos of their wedding that didn’t fit in the other album with a speed that it was hard to tell if he was really seeing the pictures. Carlos waved the stick around the room, poking the air as he looked for whatever was upsetting his husband.

“Bethany,” Cecil said suddenly, “Still just as radiant, I bet!”

Carlos stopped poking the air, to see Cecil pointing at a blank page, the beginning of many blank pages in that album.

“Who’s Bethany?” Carlos asked his words over lapping with Cecil’s sentence of “How is she these days?”

Suddenly, Cecil was violently thrown against the bookshelf, the album falling from his hands, landing in such a way that it was standing on its own, wedged open, the pictures peeking out of the fan of pages that had spread out to stabilize it.

“Cecil!” Carlos cried, dropping his stick as he knelt down, touching Cecil’s shoulder. “Cecil, are you okay? Cecil!”

Carlos shook Cecil’s shoulder hard, trying to get his attention but Cecil’s eyes were fixed on the door to his office. “Cecil, please look at me!”

Cecil turned to him, his eyes confused but soft. He gently wrapped his arm around Carlos, running his fingers through his hair. “I know, I know, Cal, shh, it’s okay.”

Carlos felt like

He didn’t know what he felt like.

Just that it was awful.

“Cecil, who’s Cal?”

“You okay?” Cecil asked.

“No, no I’m not, Cecil. What’s going on? What do you see? Cecil, do you know it’s me?”

Cecil gave the smile he gave when his patience was at its end and he was done being polite. “Sure thing. Please: Leave My House.”

Carlos pulled away.

Now he felt worse.

Carlos licked his lips. “Okay, I will Cecil, if you answer me one thing, I’ll leave. How many fingers am I holding up?”

Cecil said nothing, his gaze turned back to Carlos’s office.

Carlos moved into Cecil’s line of sight, holding up his index finger, his middle finger and a thumb. “Cecil, how many fingers am I holding up?”

Cecil blinked, his eyes looking past Carlos’s hand to his face. “I…I know you.”

Carlos let out of lung full of air in relief. “Yes…Cecil, do you know where you are?”

“I, I’m in my house?”

“Okay, good, can you tell me who Cal is?” Carlos asked.

“My brother,” Cecil answered promptly.

Carlos remembered that horrible broadcast so long ago, the one that was supposed to be a fun walk down memory lane as Cecil played his old tapes over the air, only to hear him get more and more distressed as a teenager that claimed to be Cecil talked about his mother and a brother and then-

Carlos pushed aside his worry. “Is he older or younger than you?”

“He’s-” Cecil leaned back against the wall. “I don’t- He was just here-”

Carlos reached behind Cecil, hooking his hands under Cecil’s arms. “Come on, up we go.”

Cecil stood and walked over to the table easily; Carlos watched Cecil sink into his chair, burying his head into his arms.

Carlos paced a short distance frantically unwilling to get too far away from Cecil; He needed Cecil to write down what happened. The only thing Carlos could do to help Cecil was Science and like his hero Madame Marie Curie had often said ‘the difference between Science and screwing around is writing it down.’ And while Cecil was becoming far more bold with his public acknowledgement of Angels he was still wary of using any paper and pen that was not strictly regulated to the point that he hid his legally owned and licensed journal. Only Cecil and the Agent-From-A-Vague-Yet-Menacing-Government knew where he had hidden and Carlos didn’t want to leave Cecil for however long it would take to find-

Suddenly, Cecil’s journal landed on the table causing them both to jump.

“Cecil,” The-Faceless-Old-Woman-Who-Secretly-Lived-In-Their-Home said from somewhere around the oven, “Cecil, write down what happened. You’re causing your husband to freak out so much that he’s talking out loud. I’m pretending that he’s talking to me in an attempt to feel wanted and useful. I know that he actually forgot I was here, but I’m going to let it slide since, I too care about you, Cecil. So write down what just happened. Oh and by the way, the toilet’s clogged again. I have no idea where either of you put the plunger.”

“Uh, thank you and I think it’s in the bathtub,” Carlos called to the room at large, pulling open the silverware drawer and finding a pink colored pencil. He held it out to Cecil who took with an absent ‘thank you’, the kind given to waiters or strangers polite enough to hold the door open.

Carlos grabbed the bag of coffee beans and the hammer out of the cabinet; he wasn’t near as good at Cecil at hand smashing them, leaving large chunks that Cecil would’ve never but it would be alright. Carlos heard the toilet flush, prompting him to pull out an extra mug. He had no idea how The-Faceless-Old-Woman drank her coffee but she knew where the hot milk drawer and sugar was.

Carlos sat down, placing a cup of coffee in front of Cecil. Cecil carefully wrote down the incident, with his neat perfectly average hand writing. Carlos sat at the table carefully studying Cecil’s perfectly average face; something that most people seemed to dismiss or find forgettable but Carlos would never forget and loved. Cecil had a Perfectly average face: average eyes, average hair, average height, average weight, every aspect of Cecil was at the top of bell curve of average that that in itself was a statistical anomaly creating perfection.

Cecil blinked, looking up from his journal and stared back at Carlos for a long moment.

“Are you finished?” Carlos asked, peering over his mug to read the journal upside-down.

Cecil moved so quickly that Carlos nearly spilled his coffee on both of them as Cecil hugged Carlos hard.

“Cecil?” Carlos asked, reaching around Cecil to put his coffee down before returning the hug.

“Where were you?” Cecil asked shakily.

“I was here,” Carlos said, “I was here the whole time.”

“No, you were gone, your office-it was gone! You, you never came to Nightvale-and I-”

“It’s okay, I’m here,” Carlos said, the shoulder of his causal lab coat growing wet from Cecil’s tears. After a moment Cecil pulled away, using his palms to shove his tears away.

“Do,” Carlos started hesitantly, holding Cecil’s hand, “do you remember what happened?”

“I-I think so?” Cecil was silent for a moment, “I know that you and your office was…gone. And, and I was single, and then…”

Cecil stopped talking and Carlos let the silence grow for a moment.

“Do you remember Cal?” Carlos asked after it was clear that Cecil was at a loss.

“Who’s Cal?” Cecil asked.

“Your brother?” Carlos gently prodded.

“I don’t have a brother,” Cecil said, “I only have a sister.”

Carlos shoulders dropped in relief. “Are you sure?”

Cecil made a face. “Well…I mean if you have to, you could, in only a legal sense, not in a ‘I-actually-care-about-him-way’, count, vaguely…God, can’t believe I’m even implying this…STEVE.”

Cecil made a disgusted noise, like he was about to throw up, swallowing half of his coffee as if he was getting the bad taste out of his mouth. He slammed his mug down and pointed at Carlos. “DON’T YOU DARE TELL HIM I SAID THAT!!! In fact I never did. Make a note Agent-From-A-Vague-Yet-Menacing-Government currently listening in: I never said it! In fact, leave today’s recording on the front step: I will literally eat my words! Do we have any garlic?”

“No, it’s on the list and what did you do?” Carlos asked, playfully rubbing his husband’s thumb with his own.

“Say-nope, never mind,” Cecil turned to pick his mug back up when his eyes landed on his journal. He read over what he had written, his eyes growing wide with horror. “I don’t remember any of this.”

“Are you sure?” Carlos asked.

“I-I don’t know,” Cecil admitted, holding tighter to Carlos’s hand. “Do, do you know what happened to me?”

“Well, as you know, a Scientist has many theories, so my theory is that you were partially in a different timeline. Multiply timelines are basic quantum physics, which I know a lot about since quantum physics is the most exciting kind of physics there is!” Carlos glanced up to see Cecil looking at him like he was adorable despite being terrified. Carlos quickly got back on track, “Anyway, my theory is that you ended up getting trapped in-between realities, where in one you had a brother named Cal, yet I could still see and interact with you. But the important thing is that you settled back into this reality.”

“I had to,” Cecil said, using his grip on Carlos’s hand to bring it closer to his face so he could kiss Carlos’s knuckles. “It’s the reality were you are. I don’t want any other reality or timeline that doesn’t have you in it.”

Carlos leaned forward, resting his forehead against Cecil’s. “We’ll get through this I promise.”

Carlos then gently kissed Cecil, grounding them both in the moment.

“Uck, you two are disgustingly cute,” The-Faceless-Old-Woman-Who-Secretly-Lived-In-Their-Home said, her coffee mug having been shattered then glued back together into the shape of a snail.

#my fanfiction #Welcome to Night Vale #WTNV #Spoilers

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