Inspired by @anonymousalchemist's amazing Fic, a crack in the heart where the fear shines out. If you love the concept of Jon stumbling into Nightvale, definitely give it a read!
Comic Transcript Beneath the Cut:
[ID: Eight Page comic between Cecil, a radio host, and Jon, an archivist. Cecil is a white man with undercut, white hair, a slight build, wearing purple and white clothes. Jon is a brown man with shoulderlength, greying black hair, slight build,wearing green and black clothes. They hold their conversation in the recording studio of the Night Vale radio station.
CECIL: You look like you have questions. Listeners, my guest is standing over me right now. He mostly looks confused, and tired, and like has spent a long time with too little sleep and too much worry. And he looks angry. But not a hot anger, more like an anger like banked coals, or the anger of simmering water, formless and directed only by the vessel it is in.
JON: It’s—no. I don’t have a question. Well, I have a lot of questions, but, nevermind. Go on.
CECIL: No, go ahead! Ask.
JON: Alright, fine! I just don’t understand how you, well, how you have a boyfriend!
[Silence, but this time with a different energy]
CECIL: Well, there comes a time in every man’s life, when he sees a handsome scientist—
JON: Not like that! I mean like… I don’t understand how you are what you are and still...still have love? Still be capable of love? You’re the same as whatever I am, you’re more powerful than what I am, I’m pretty sure you’re also of the Eye, and you seem happy with it, which, great! Great for you! Great that you're having a great time! But how on earth does that square with having a boyfriend?
[Silence, with a third, entirely distinct energy]
CECIL: In the immortal words of one of the quintessential dance tunes from the 1990s performed by Haddaway, “What is love? Baby don’t hurt me.”
CECIL: What is love, listeners? What is it about the nature of love that makes the threat of harm so integral to its existence? If we were to pry open the human heart from its delicate cage and carefully carve into it with a scalpel, we would find no evidence of love. If I were to open my skull and scoop out the throbbing electric fat-and-protein jello that we call a brain, there would be no evidence of the feeling I have when Carlos smiles at me.
CECIL: And it was because of that love that when Carlos lay in Lane Five of the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex, when Carlos dove into the featureless black cubes that made up the condos, when Carlos was stranded in the desert otherworld, only reachable by call, text, or tumblr message, that I was afraid. That Carlos, perfectly imperfect Carlos, would be gone, only to exist in my memory, and that no amount of watching could save him. Love is not the antithesis of fear, listeners. It is the preamble to it.
CECIL: I broadcast these words to you at their pre-appointed times because I love Night Vale, just as many of you, sweet citizens, love Night Vale. And I broadcast because I fear for Night Vale. I fear, in the non-immortal words of my past self, for anyone caught between what they know and what they don’t yet know that they don’t know.
CECIL: The tragedy of our lives is that we are alive, and that our lives are so fleeting , the soap bubble of existence on top of a cruel and uncaring dimension full of untold horrors that invade our dreams and waking nightmares. But like a soap bubble, our lives are iridescent , and it is because of that fragility that they are.
CECIL: Do you have someone to hold at night? Pull them close, and fear for when they are gone. Be thankful you have someone to fear for.
Autobots discovered a Cybertron spaceship which had crashed for many years, during their search for available parts, many strange statues were discovered...
A tribute to my childhood shadow--The Weeping Angels(from Doctor Who)
the thing about Spock is, like, whenever he comes in for a checkup or whatever, McCoy’s all like “god these readings are so fucked but that’s normal for you so… carry on i guess”
but unless I’m wrong about this (and I could be, i’m not That Deep into the lore yet) Spock is one of the first (if not the first) documented Vulcan-Human hybrid to survive into adulthood? so there actually isn’t an established normal for him. like you can take all the readings you want when he’s at rest and seems to be in good health and extrapolate from those, you can make predictions based on the norms of Vulcan anatomy and human anatomy, but there’s so much range between the two and so little precedent that there are bound to be unknowns
like
spock has two sets of eyelids and no one else knew about this until he temporarily went blind. if an entire second set of eyelids could come as a surprise just imagine what else is going on under the surface. there are so many question marks here.
i feel like this is what McCoy thinks about at 3am
I’m a little bit convinced that this is part of why Spock is Like That about personal information and medical treatment. He is Scientifically and Medically Significant, so logically, on the hand opposite the xenophobes, there should be a bunch of nerds scientists/doctors out there in the Federation who would give up a limb just to wave a tricorder over Spock and get an in-depth look at his WEIRD, WEIRD BIOLOGY. There must have been distant relations and family acquaintances on little Spock’s birthdays (until he could grow up and start concealing the existence of his birthday) who were genuinely (horribly) like, “Congratulations on still being alive! Wow!”
#I’m convinced amanda and sarek should have been on the edge of helicoptering #and so spock is like ‘time to join starfleet and run away from doctors if I die I die’
Shit so it’s actually like
Spock, stiffly: I presume you have questions.
McCoy: About what. Never mind, I don’t care. Get out of my med bay.
Spock:
Spock: Jim, we have to keep this man at all costs.
Later he will learn that not having read the science journal entries about him does not correlate with an unwillingness to actively hunt him down with a tricorder, but that is later.
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