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unfortunatelyevent · 1 year
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"after everything that happened I just wanted to see you" ok i get it my type of podcast is silly gays falling in love surrounded by eldritch horrors
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go-to-the-mirror · 2 months
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We return you now to a safe place. The Street Cleaners have passed. Street Cleaning Day, as so many other days, is behind us. We emerge from hiding spots, from secret locations, from places under other places. We step out into the street, and it is as though it is brand new to us. Certainly, it is cleaner now, but that is not all. We have survived all the way from birth to this very moment, and we look at each other, and some of us start laughing and others start weeping and one or two of us break out into a wordless humming song, and all of us mean the exact same thing.
(Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 15 — Street Cleaning Day)
Somewhere the tiny people of the city below have arrived in Night Vale, and are beginning their war against us, having already shown themselves capable of murder. Somewhere a man in a tan jacket is whispering into the ears of our mayor, and we do not know what agenda they pursue. […] This all happens, somewhere else. But here, Carlos and I sat on the trunk of that car, his car, looking together at the lights up in the sky above the Arby’s. They were beautiful in the hushed twilight, shimmering in a night sky already coming alive with bits of the universe.
(Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 25 — One Year Later)
But.... In spite of all this, coach al-Mujaheed called a pep rally last Friday, in a gesture of support for Malik Herrera. This, as any time, is when we should join as a town, despite the game that never was. […] Everyone was sad, and everything was perfect. We stayed late into the night under the fluorescent corona of the bleachers, eating damp barbecue, wearing our orange ponchos, and telling those tales we wanted to tell to those loved ones who have left us, telling them instead to those who we currently or may eventually love. Tears were hardly noticeable on our rain-streaked cheeks by the time we said our goodbyes.
(Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 56 — Homecoming)
And they both take the hand of the person they love, and Amber smiles at Wilson and Wilson smiles at Amber and everyone smiles at everyone and at everything and no one is okay, exactly, but we’re outside and we’re smiling and that is a kind of perfection of its own.
(Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 57 — The List)
Night Vale isn't a single unified thing that can love or be loved. It's just the name slapped onto a set of borders and rules that some old bureaucrats [..] devised centuries ago. But they don't live here anymore. We do. I do, and I can make it worth it. I can’t just leave it, I have to live it. Live it and make it better. For myself. For Carlos. For my friends. […] And for you, listeners. We will together celebrate another homecoming game. We will together survive another street cleaning. We will together… well we will see.
(Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 70B — Review)
Our reality is badly damaged, and the only thing keeping it together is our acknowledgement, finally, of this strange town that we live in. No more denial. We must see ourselves clearly or risk losing ourselves forever. Angels are real. Our town is a deeply weird place. We know and acknowledge that it is a deeply weird place. There are dotted lines and arrows in the sky. And I love my family, and I love my brother Steve. He was right about everything. He always has been.
(Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 110: Matryoshka)
This is my work, listeners. My work is to speak to you all. To talk you through the day. To murmur you into the night. Settling in to be another clear and pretty evening here in Night Vale, this weird, weird town. I hope all of you out there have someone to sleep through it with. I know I do.
(Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 111 — Summer 2017, Night Vale, USA)
Carlos and I hold each other through the town, passing two teenage boys dressed in scraps of of airplane upholstery, gripping tightly each others’ faces. We help a lost toddler find his parents. We clear broken glass from streets. We walk home. We shade our eyes from the setting sunset which kindles through a hilltop cleft. We talk nonstop about today about tomorrow about yesterday about every possible moment, just talking, and talking, because we almost lost our talk forever. We do not hear the returning echo of sirens across the valley. We do not hear anything but ourselves. Stay tuned next for a silence that is all your own.
(Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 167 — Echo)
And I say: “Look at the clouds in the sky. They mean nothing, and yet they are there and they are pretty. Isn’t that nice?”
(Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 181 — C****s)
The day after Valentine’s we said “it’s over” but we did not believe it was over. We believed it would never be over, that we would always be living the same sad and terrifying minute, breathing the same stale air thick with our own fear. But we were not in that moment anymore. But we were, some part of us, still. The day after Valentine’s was a rebuilding, a recovery, a return to form, a back to business. Bury the bodies and stand up the fences, it’s time to move on.
(Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 202 — The Day After the Day)
“What do we do now?” I asked him. He smiled, “First we go home, eat meals together, remember that we are a community, and that we are better together than we are alone.”
(Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 230 — Carlos, Explained)
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dykesagainstgojo · 3 months
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please cecil episode 25 was a rollercoaster of emotions for me too. first i was crying with laughter at the whole small people plot, then i was crying for real at the conversation between carlos and cecil, then i noticed the small people plot was kinda serious he could've died for real maybe i shouldnt have laughed that much and now im thinking wtf i cried real tears at two dudes sitting together looking at "lights up in the sky above the arbys" and not even the arbys sign lights. its another source of light above the arbys. like. what.
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fridayyy-13th · 1 year
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last night i relistened to WTNV 25 - One Year Later and man. it still gets to me. you know what always gets me in particular? the pre-recorded segment that plays after cecil learns that carlos is “dead” is about science. of all the things for it to be about, it’s about the same profession of the man cecil is mourning. and the tone shift!! from cecil’s breaking voice to a chipper announcement, as cecil is still crying in the recording booth off-mic.
just! augh! this podcast still gives me feelings!
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ranmagender · 1 year
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Its amazing what a beautiful love story night vale weaved throughout its first year. Its beautiful.
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escaped-cryptid · 1 year
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YALL FUCKS DIDNT WARN ME ABOUT EP 25 WHAT WAS THAT SHIT
Making me happy and junk!!!!
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bulkhummus · 3 months
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its carlos the scientist for a reason, dude
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Is there, like, a support group or something for people who just listened to One Year Later for the first time? Because I've been crying over it for like 24 straight hours
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asydicsydney · 8 months
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"We know nothing of them...yet we hope all humans achieve enough happiness to be able to share it with others."
"People are inherently good, even if they sometimes do bad things."
"The world is better for having humanity."
"He did not understand how something so terrible to see could be so gentle to hear."
"The child was frightened of the unknown. Learning is scary."
"He would have many more misunderstandings, many more selfish exchanges with gentle people who only appeared monstrous."
"His soul needed room for a monster."
"The desert is a place where one can see trillions of miles into the universe, yet still live invisibly."
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ndaths · 6 months
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"I can't... I'm still holding this trophy..."
@seventhscorpio pspspsps
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nightvale-outofcontext · 11 months
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Proverb: Fun game. Say "toy boat" over and over. Do it for the rest of your life. Retreat from society and live on alms. Whisper "toy boat' as you die.
— June 15th, 2013 - One Year Later
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future--ghost · 8 months
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gay men are destroying my life I drew them in my Spanish syllabus
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waitafrikk · 1 year
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after everything that happened, i just wanted to see you
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amongthezinnias · 8 months
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the new wtnv was so good, one of my top 10 wtnv episodes honestly
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songder-bot · 8 months
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And here I am, stuck in my booth, useless, only able to narrate, not to help.
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