#vale 46

[givemebackmypills]

i hate them so much

[bikefuckersoftheworldunite]

ok but uccio ate this actually

[honeyvettel]

pretty sure that in the david alonso rosquez child of divorce marc would be the one who dresses his child with muted pastel colors and has the whole bedroom painted with beige walls and wooden toys perfectly aligned on shelves; while valentino just goes along with the first thing he sees at the store and dresses david with every color possible known to man and has his child drawing on radiators because ‘he’s having fun! let him be’. they both coexist

[hxvphaestion]

Cowboy,,,,

pov u learn a LINELESS art style for this flag lol I think it’s the first time I’ve ever done lineless art. And also. Signed,,,,,,,

[honeybeebaaz]

The witnesses, weak and watching, only witnessed... Not one citizen outside of Tamika and her band of brilliant, brave children stood up to tyranny today. We all chose to stand down and hope change would be won for us, and not by us. By someone else, we believed. A hero, we believed.

But belief is only step one. Action is step two. Fighting for what you believe is step two. Solidarity is step two. Unity is step two. We did not take step two today, Night Vale. And now there will be no step three.

Parade Day was too real for this! The disappointment in cecil's voice killed me...

[nightvale-outofcontext]

Proverb: If you love something, set it free. If it starts flying around and chirping, it was probably a bird.

— May 1st, 2014 - A Parade Day

[batsplat]

(from here) my apologies to casey stoner, i didn't realise how horrendous the situation truly was...

[thealexandriaarchives]

sometimes you get a burst of clarity that the exact piece of media you need to grieve the recurring loss of innocent optimism and cry while still reaffirming the need to go on anyways is a ten year old clip from a podcast you haven't listened to since 'we just figured out we can have gay people' was the draw for podcasts

[anitalianfrie]

someone give valentino rossi access to tik tok currently you know his feed is going to be just rosquez edits

free my man from whaterver pr-person is holding him hostage i know he would be terrible at tiktok but i would enjoy every second of it.

his burner account (something pecco took on himself to explain to him) is indeed full of rosquez edits and he's replying to every single one of them "that's not what happened" and "marquez sucks" but jokes on him because the more he interacts with them the more he will see.

(he also stalks marc's account for uhm. research purposes. staring at thirst traps and glistening muscles. where marc is obviously hiding his evil plans for on-track crimes. mhm mhm)

[burirammin]

Saw a monster yamaha, a repsol honda AND a lorenzo helmet all in the spans of five days. Something must be in the air lately.

[asongoftearsandfandoms]

The first time I heard episode 100 of wtnv

[songder-bot]

This is Intern Dana. Sister. Daughter. Or not. Dana with a question mark. This is me or my double, signing out. I miss you, Night Vale. Goodbye.

[asydicsydney]

Birthdays

A 500 word fic, in celebration of Carlos' birthday, about his birthday 6 years ago

As the lightness of revelry quiets down into the heaviness of dreams, two men in an apartment in a small desert town lie awake next to each other. A bouquet of lavender floats in an Erlenmeyer flask shaped vase. Caramel dries up on deep sea creature themed dessert bowls in an otherwise empty sink. The faintest violet glow seeps out from under a door trying to infect the rest of the home with its warmth. The men can sleep, but are still choosing not to in order to stretch the day longer than its allotted 24 hours. A hand strokes a cheek, nurturing its new-found fondness towards the scruff.

"Mmm?" The man's eyes do not open. He senses his lover's eyes failing to not bore imaginary holes in him.

"Were your gifts satisfactory, Carlos?" The hand moves up into locks of hair, twirling and gently pulling apart strands.

"Mm, yes, querido, they were satisfactory." A sleepy chuckle sounds at his lover's verbose phrasing. It is stopped by a flitting kiss on his forehead.

"Good, that's good." The hand retreats to the back of the head, pushing their foreheads closer. "Is there anything else you'd like, darling?"

"No, I'm- I've actually been thinking..." His eyes open this time, inches away from magenta pools of magma.

"It's what scientists do best." Lips meet like it's the punchline to an inside joke.

"Yes, I was thinking. Cecil, I was thinking, would you like to raise a child with me?"

The man stills. Initial shock searching for the fastest shortcut out of his body. If this scene were illustrated by a 13-year-old fan-artist his pupils would morph into anatomically incorrect hearts. Instead, his hands clasp around the other's.

"That would be neat." He fights back against his cracking voice, but middle-aged puberty reigns supreme.

"Oh, heh heh," the other holds back his laughter only out of fear of tainting the quiet. "Neat."

Their lips meet again, exchanging promises to discuss more in the morning. They lay cradled in the other's arms and doze off into a dreamless but not hopeless sleep.

A couple weeks of paperwork and nine months later, the two men stand in a hospital room. The carrier rests next to a newly planted rowan tree in a pot it will one day outgrow and a Barnes & Noble's gift card. Their child lays sleeping in a hospital bassinet decorated with all the stars in the observable Milky Way galaxy and also the tiniest stuffed giraffe. A hand holds another hand behind their backs.

"Happy birthday, Carlos."

"It's not- oh. Thank you." He kisses the other's cheek. He then leans down to kiss the snoring child's forehead. "Happy birthday to you too, Esteban."

A thumb traces slow, small circles along the other's hand, silently asking, "Can we really do this?"

A fuller beard than the one that existed months ago rests on the same shoulder it always has. The hand tightens it's grip, warming the metal band between them, silently answering,

"Together."

[zehlinks]

forno Elétrico Philco 46 litros PFE48IP é bom? #shorts

[vowcomic]

[wanderingandfound]

What happened to Nilanjana? (And Luisa and Mark and the rest of Carlos's team of scientists?)

I've been wondering this since the first time I listened to 230 - Carlos Explained.

Dr. Lubelle stepped forward to meet our hometown hero. Behind her was her henchman, Dr. Blake Jones (released last week on bail for breaking and entering), and behind them was a nearly endless crowd of begoggled scientists. Dr. Lubelle smiled with venom, and crossed her arms over her chest. “Welcome to the party,” she said. Behind Carlos, there gathered a more ragtag group, the community of Night Vale, or what was left of us after so much of our town had been explained away. They glared at both Dr. Lubelle and Carlos, radiating hatred for the scientific method and all who practice such heresy.

(Bolding mine.) And then shortly later:

There were grumblings among the towns people, however. It seemed maybe they weren’t as convinced, when there was only one scientist on our side, and a horde of Dr. Lubelle’s minions in lab coats following her every evil word. Josh revved his engine in frustration. The Glow Cloud gusted and moaned. Dr. Lubelle sneered at us from affront her army, daring us to act.

(Bolding still mine.)

And I know they didn't forget about his team, earlier in the same episode Dr. Lubelle says:

Oh the attention you got for this so called discovery, nonsense though it was. You got headlines, you got grants, an entire research team for this fully funded expedition.

(Bolding continues to be mine.)

And like, maybe Dave and and Rochelle, part of Carlos's team of 5 investigating the House That Doesn't Exist that leads to the Desert Other World in episode 46 are no longer around, because it has been nine years in Night Vale and normal earth time, and 90 years in Desert Other World time. And sure, maybe Luisa and Mark defected to Dr. Lubelle's team for the prestige, or because they still think of themselves as University of What It Is researchers first and Night Vale residents second. And my copy of the book Welcome to Night Vale is paper so I can't check who "Stan" is, listed on the Wiki as one of Carlos's scientists.

But Nilanjana Sikdar cares too much about Science, Carlos, and Night Vale to turn her back on them. So where was she?