do u like podcasts
I’ve heard of a few, yes.
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I've suffered permanent brain damage from Welcome to Night Vale because now every time we pass an Arbys on the road and everyones making meat/dick jokes I can't help but melt into my own little head thinking about how it was once the most romantic place in the world :')
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I'm sorry that the other day this turned into a p!td blog and now it's nightvale I'm apparently 16 again
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I still have a very vivid memory of laying in bed listening to WTNV in the weeks leading up to me leaving for college
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WTNV is the first podcast I ever listened to. The first real gay love story I’d ever heard. It introduced me to other queer artists and films that helped me realize I was bi. I asked out my partner of 10+ years after a live show.
So many laughs, so many tears, so many held breaths, so many fantastic conversations.
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Wtnv is good to me like that one post asking which piece of media you unironically think is art that’s how I feel ab it
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Inktober Day 10: Lights above the Arby's
Welcome to Night Vale has been around for ten full years, and I'm proud to say that I have been here for eight of them. This podcast has brought me joy and comfort in some very dark times, and for that I'm forever grateful.
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I hate to say it because Sans is my friend but if you're a tumblr veteran and it comes down to it I must implore you to vote Cecil tomorrow. We must not forget who we are. We must not forget where we came from. We must not forget about the lights above the Arby's.
Vote Cecil Gershwin Palmer for Tumblr Sexyman.
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I will say, I saw a lot of people who had no idea who Cecil was, or who were indignant that someone who doesn’t even have a canon appearance could be “sexy”, and all I could think is we don’t need a face, flesh or bone, to find someone sexy.
Cecil was more than a voice. For so many people, he was their first voice. Someone who was like them who was not hidden, not silenced. He was a voice who loved who he wanted, without fear or shame. And who was still loved by his community. He faced off against a smiling god who burned away what it considered imperfect, challenged the station management in his own way, and cheerfully ignored what he wasn’t supposed to talk about and talked about it anyway.
A lot were confused why they weren’t finding the votes they expect for Sans, because he has a huge fanbase. And he does. But so many of those people were also people who discovered a voice from the desert, who wished us warnings and news, who taught us to understand the lights above the Arby’s, but also to accept we cannot know the partially stars but mostly void beyond them.
It makes me happy to see new people interested in Night Vale. Because for so many of us who voted, it was, truly, our first community radio that heard us as much as we heard it. Because Tumblr was not the other platforms that developed into the social media giants that exist today.
Tumblr was odd, strange. Too much so for a lot of people. And a lot of us saw that in Cecil. In Night Vale. In the dog park nobody can enter, and the house that does’t exist.
We don’t need a face for someone to be sexy on Tumblr. We need someone who hears us and speaks the strangeness that we all love.
Someone to say “Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight.”
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