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#Star Trek #DS9 #love this bit so much #I started laughing at the second GIF because I knew it was coming
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#Star Trek #DS9 #love this bit so much #I started laughing at the second GIF because I knew it was coming
I like the idea that Carlos is just as weird as Cecil in his own way, only it’s less noticeable because of Night Vale’s utter…Night Vale-ness. Contains mild spoilers for Episode 27: First Date.
Also at AO3, for those who prefer things there.
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Carlos normally gets his produce from the Night Vale Green Market Co-Op, but they still haven’t hosed down the blood from last Sunday’s incident and he figures he’ll stick with the Ralph’s until the numbers on his Geiger counter are a little more normal. His basket is nearly full and he’s trying not to be too obvious about inspecting the cantaloupe for teeth and hair when the back of his neck prickles. Carefully, Carlos turns to see what’s behind him.
It’s…well. Huh.
The being shifting from foot to foot in front of the organic produce is tall, painfully and mind-bogglingly tall, with gleaming blue-black skin and three sets of wings and a head that blurs from human to bovine to avian to human again. Incongruously, it’s also wearing a faded Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt and battered Chuck Taylors, but in spite of its clothing Carlos knows, deep in his gut and deeper in his heart, that the creature’s an angel.
Once, such a realization would’ve sent him scrambling in a blind panic to his car, where he’d huddle on the floor of the backseat and babble notes into his phone and wait until the parking lot was empty before he’d dare emerge again. Now, he just idly wonders if the wings are cosmetic or if the angel actually uses them to fly. They seem far too tiny for all that there are six of them, and the angel is really quite tall.
Carlos gently sets the cantaloupe he’d been holding into his red plastic basket and says, “Hi.”
“Sorry to bother you,” the angel says. Its voice is deep and musical, and makes the hair on Carlos’ arms stand on end. “Are you Cecil’s scientist?”
Carlos smiles at the phrasing. “I suppose I am, yeah. Can I help you with something?”
All seven feet and however many inches of the angel curve down into Carlos’ space like a flower bending towards the sun. Its eyes are wide and strange; their color is the hot, pale blue of the desert sky at midday. “Please,” the angel says. Beautiful and terrifying, painfully polite. “Can you tell me if I’m real?”
“I…” Carlos blinks, puzzled. “Sorry, what?”
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#Welcome to Night Vale #fanfic #perfection #well look what a lovely thing we have here
ds9-ebooks:
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#Star Trek #DS9 #good old horse-ebooks
So this is what shipping feels like. I’d wondered.
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#Welcome to Night Vale #Cecil/Carlos #I listened to episode 16 this afternoon #and spent large chunks of it grinning and thinking #oh Cecil #oh Carlos #Cecil is so adorable #(I’m well familar with the *idea* of shipping) #(and for years I’ve been entertained by watching others have ship feels) #(and by the fics their shipping inspires them to write) #(but I’d never experienced it myself) #(I think I’m experiencing it now) #oh look an original post #(the following category tag was added retroactively:) #reactionblogging

It’s good to know the NSSL is on the case!
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#why is everyone talking about Sharknado? #I mean I saw the commercial #and I plan to watch at least some of it #it looks fun #but it *doesn’t* look like something that gets a lot of people talking #anyway I like this post regardless of why it exists
shelikestowakeupandjustfakeit:
Allie Brosh: actual national treasure
I like Allie Brosh alot.
bless her heart
I can’t wait to give her money.
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#wait what? #Hyperbole and a Half book? #HYPERBOLE AND A HALF BOOK #YES #OCTOBER 29TH PEOPLE #(what a happy Halloween)
I wonder if the Doctor keeps throwing it out into black holes or something but it keeps reappearing in really passive-aggressive places.
#one morning he wakes up after throwing it into a particularly vicious black hole #and the manual is splayed open across his face #’IGNORE ME NOW I DARE YOU’
#Materialises on the ceiling and then just falls on top on his head at some point #appears on his chair #in the air conditioning #READ ME DOCTOR READ ME #it materialises inside a bag of crisps #like he goes to eat some crisps #but NOPE TARDIS MANUAL #replaces his favourite shirt or something
#Sexy’s unnumbered attempts to get him to OPEN THE DOORS CORRECTLY #and TURN OFF THE BRAKES
^
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#Doctor Who
totally got my surprise party spoiled for me in the mall today. i was just standing there in line in the food court and suddenly started thinking about what i should buy myself for my birthday and then realized i’d accidentally made eye contact with tanya the reverse psychic because i guess she works at subway now. it’s cool that she’s helping plan it though, so i just asked politely about the song she had stuck in her head and made my order. the $5 footlong special today was unmystery meat again. we’re not supposed to know what it is, but we do. we all do.
it’s going to be at lana’s house in the valley, which is cool because she has one of the most lightly cursed pac-man tables in the city, but it’s so annoying to get to. i’m basically useless at forgetting where i’m going and obviously we don’t technically have a valley so you never find the right street to turn onto if you’re actually thinking about it. plus all of her neighbours are sooo pretentious. practically everyone who lives in accidental neighbourhoods is so pretentious. like, get over yourself; nothing else exists, either, probably, so what makes where you live so cool?
whatever, i’m still really excited! mom is finally giving in to my pleas for corrective surgery even though she thinks i “should be pleased with who i am no matter what” or whatever mom stuff she got taught to say in the mom academy (which, by the way, i am still convinced she only did online classes for). i know for a fact my self-esteem will be sooo much better afterwards. all i’m doing is removing that weird chip i was born with that causes static and loud feedback and small fires around most electronics. it’s just embarrassing and not at ALL something “all teenagers go” through, MOM. you wanna know what all teenagers go through? routine surgery to remove unfamiliar and unclaimed tech from their bodies. sometimes it’s like she literally just doesn’t remember being sixteen or having a body. parents, i swear.
PLUS i don’t want to get my hopes up but i’ve heard rumours that it might even fix that thing where my face always glitches in photographs, which would be pretty cool. chris said that his cousin used to only show up in pictures as the half-rotten corpse of whoever he was standing closest to and after a similar procedure he just looks like they’ll look ten or fifteen years in the future, which, obviously, sometimes still a half-rotten corpse, but still on the whole just so much better. how awesome would it be to actually be in the yearbook once before i graduate?
i haven’t mentioned it to my mom because it’s sort of a secret, i guess, but it also means that i’ll finally be eligible to apply for an internship at the radio station. obviously the static thing really messed up my chances there, so i’ve been keeping it under wraps so i didn’t come across as like pathetic or whatever. this is the first time it’s been a real option and i am PUMPED.
cecil stopped me yesterday at the grocery store to interview the cantaloupe i was buying and after they were finished— TOTALLY listened to that melon stories segment while eating the fruit salad i made with it, btw, sooo awkward— i told him about the surgery and he smiled and put a hand firmly on my shoulder and said, “I’ve heard from many that the pain is unique and unrelenting, and the drugs they give you do not allow you to black out… or to forget. This may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity— though, perhaps not— if you are lucky.“ we shared a long laugh about the thought of me being lucky, because even with the fluorescent lights bouncing off my school shirt, obviously i don’t have the warm, colourful glow that radiates softly on the skin of the naturally lucky. he’s a pretty cool guy.
alright, wow, the sun sets in an hour and i was supposed to stare at it for three hours today for stupid summer school homework but i’m not super worried. everyone’s crammed an essay last-minute before and my grades have been pretty good so far. ciao for now.
oh my god
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#Welcome to Night Vale #I figured out what was going on in the middle of the second paragraph #(probably would’ve taken longer if I hadn’t taken into account who reblogged it) #*clicks OP link* #oh my god #it’s not just this post #it’s the whole blog #this I’ve gotta see #The Great Night Vale Fandom Assimilation of 2013

So many fandoms on my dash seem to have a version of this guy these days. Whether it’s Robb Stark or Will Graham or whoever, it plays silly buggers with my prosopagnosia. Erryone, get to drooling over a greater variety of people!
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#prosopagnosia #so I saw this post a while back and I wasn’t going to reblog it #but this morning I was thinking about Will Graham and Q #I have never watched either of them #but I’ve seen enough pictures to get rather annoyed at their identicalness #and the thought occurred to me #that Hannibal is actually a false show existing only through its quote-unquote fandom a la Squiddles #and the way Will looks suspiciously like a character with readily-available GIF-making material #and very little like his supposed actor #is part of the joke #in which case #congratulations guys you’ve done a brilliant job #I was totally convinced #the IMDB pages were a nice touch #a bit rudimentary but that’s obviously to be expected from a show that doesn’t really exist #tag rambles #(P.S. I believe Skyfall exists because I don’t think you people are powerful enough to get signs up in all the theatres)