here we go again.

see pinned post. we keep getting terminated so paranoia is kinda high right now, sorry. Petri, it/its, 18, plural, etc

[petrichoragain]

HOLY SHIT WE GOT OUR MAIN ACCOUNT BACK Y’ALL @petrichorvoices IS BACK LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[kerink]

from e67:

Nulogorsk, our Russian sister city, is gone. The people of Nulogorsk, our friends, they are gone too. Since then the sky has been hot with death. So much fuel for so many rockets burning away at once, it makes the fall air seem a little warmer, even down here, not to mention that final sizzle at the end of each. Blooms of death all over the world, hot and final. I speak to you for as long as I can, from a world ending. 1983. Our final year. I suppose as good a year as any. [...] And I will go too. Amidst a screaming of sirens that warn without helping, that make a show of protecting without protecting at all. I will never meet that someone. That someone who could have given my life depth and meaning, who could have been my other. I will only ever sit here, only have ever sat here, behind this microphone, until I am not ever, ever again. Good night, from a world ending, Night Vale

from e188:

And oh. Oh. Oh. There’s the radio station. It’s not how I imagined. A windowless concrete structure. Looks abandoned, weather beaten, cursed by god, it looks like no human being has breathed within it in a thousand years.

from e5:

Now that I think of it, I have also never bothered to actually check whether this mic is attached to any sort of recording or broadcasting device, and it is possible that I am alone in an empty universe, speaking to no one, unaware that the world is held aloft merely by my delusions and my smooth, sonorous voice. [...] And now, a continuation of our previous investigation into whether I am literally the only person in the world, speaking to myself in a fit of madness caused by my inability to admit the tragedy of my own existence.

from e182:

John continued: “Like the ancient gods, I only exist because people talk about me, believe in me, and if the narrator of my life should ever discontinue his old yarn about old John, well, I’d cease to exist.

thinking about cecil at the end of the world

[hyumjim]

If u are an anxiety stricken young person reading my blog right now and worrying about your media consumption I would like to tell you that You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. And that is from Wild Geese by Mary Oliver. Delete your twitter account now

[coughloop]

My job in the leftist compound will be driving one of the little train rides around the perimeter and taking pot shots at libertarians and other small animals with the loaded turret mounted on the caboose

The cars are full of leftisms strongest warrior children who cheer for me when my aim is true and boo when my righteous ammo hits dirt or trees by accident

[kerink]

#oh i want to see martin and cecil struggling to talk about their moms#or like#bonding over their inability to articulate their relationships with their moms @dundeelemonade

can you listen to cecil talking about his mom during the live show for like a second please because it kills me

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[dundeelemonade]

oh…… oh no… idk what the rest of the episode is like, but from this metaphor i’m getting, like, this super painful tangled up reverence and spite, like — reverence for his mother as a creature, the awe of a bird taking flight, but it was a cowardice. this is a visualization that i can imagine him using to justify what she did, to make her leaving understandable, but after years and years of clinging to it, it’s worn thin, and he can full see and feel the anger, the fear, the ‘you left us behind’ underneath its stripped threads.

hey does this have anything to do with how cecil associates owls with the tree in the forest and his father?

[kerink]

dee i want you carnally

@game-warden dee made some points

[pithyorangecurd]

And thats a follow from me, I'm carving this on my soul btw

[kerink]

like. are you kidding me? cecil's mom leading him into the redwood forest, trying to get him lost, trying to abandon him there with the owls. her child that is not her child because he's the voice. the visions shes was plagued with as an oracle, what she saw and learned and knew about the world, night vale, cecil, until she couldn't take it anymore and she snapped

covering the mirrors because she's in mourning because the angels tricked her child and he came back wrong. covering the mirrors so the flickering beast can't com through. covering the mirrors to deny the splintering reality huntokar has cursed her to know and see and feel

cecil buried alive in the redwood forest because he wanted to know everything and be everything and the tree was chopped down and every piece of it became night vale and his soul was infused into the alcohol that his mother drank herself to death with until she and everyone else in night vale became the town and cecils in his home, in his station, in his booth, in his husband's arms but he's still in that tree stump haunted by the owls his mother tried to leave him with

[kerink]

the owl earl gave him, that tore into his arm and laid its eggs inside his flesh. the cycle is complete.

[pithyorangecurd]

There is a nest in his recording booth, he buried the guidelines to disposal underneath the floorboards, and concrete, in a locked safe wrapped in chains, the station is a bomb shelter

[kerink]

#do you think it was always a bomb shelter or do you think they put him there so he would have to stay alive and keep things from dying#was it always like that because they knew the bomb was coming and when all was said and done someone had to be there to tell a story#or did they put cecil in there and lock the doors and make him stay there because he had always been in night vale#and if there was any chance of it surviving it was through a voice#someones got to man the radio#the signals shouldnt make it through this much concrete radio waves sure are weird

no fucking exactly. this weird little boy who lives outside of time and has been here since before humans existed, learning to tell the stories that mattered to keep the universe spinning and the gods interested. lock him up in his booth to keep telling his stories because if the narration stops we'll cease to exist. whether he likes it or not

[kerink]

AND the case of canadian club was stored under his desk sooooo

[pithyorangecurd]

Lets all go blow up night vale

[brandneweyescd]

sorry for being weird lately it's just that ive been weird lately

[sexygaywizard]

Sometimes I'm a boy or a guy but I'm never a man. "Man" as a term is too serious for me. Men do taxes. Guys commit tax fraud

[musclemanveryregular]

You know who else commits tax fraud?

[sexygaywizard]

Well don't be a fucking snitch, muscle man

[musclemanveryregular]

Oh. Okay.

[ID: Muscle Man in a blue sweater. /end ID]

[jimcantswim]

my spidersona

[nachosforfree]

trans-male fluttershy will be real in 30 seconds

[jimcantswim]

was there drama with the witch girl??? the people need to know! definitely an even more accurate gay high school experience is there was

[jimcantswim]

older

[jimcantswim]

its like a whole comic if u guys wanna read it or something hehee

[jimcantswim]

still one of my fav pages i ever did

[willowcrowned]

thinking about Anakin getting married when he was nineteen just makes me INSANE. Because look, okay, I get that a bunch of people do that, but Anakin specifically is (on all levels except literal) THAT girl who marries their high school sweetheart the summer after graduation. His social media gets updated every time he goes to starbucks with his best friend. He does space cheerleading. I GUARANTEE he had a sweet sixteen. Honestly, it’s no wonder Anakin ended up a Sith Lord. He was either gonna be a nurse or in a pyramid scheme, and I guess we know which one he picked

[dinlukedyke]

Look he TRIED the military thing and look where that got him

[willowcrowned]

Anakin is both the girl who got married straight out of high school and her husband who immediately joined the military is a top-tier take I didn’t expect to see today and I’m 100% here for it

[tiktoks-for-dead-pope]

[gothjeffskinner]

They actually made a formal set of guidelines for practice practice aboard ISS when the first Malaysian astronaut got to go to space!

[muddaisy]

“Kevcecilos could’ve happened” I say into the mic

the crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room

“He’s right” they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 5th row stands: Kevin R Free himself

[ochipi]

Weird things I have done as an archaeologist

Washing cannonballs

Comparing human leg bones to my leg

Balancing knee caps to see if they’re left or right

Smashed my head on a drill handle while I tried to look cool dropping 3 meters of stainless steel down a hole

Trying to rescue mice out of the trench using a shovel and screaming how you’re trying to help

Glass still cuts skin, even after 500 years. And me being the dumbass I am to swipe my finger across to clean it

Getting distracted because you’re convinced these two pottery shards match in some place

Pushing my thumb into the decorative indentation a potter has made 300 years ago cuz I’m still a child

Trying to match shoe prints to one of your colleagues

Surely google knows the brand name on this 100 year old shoe shine can