#vaulted cecilings

[cloudsofbluesmoke]

Living Room in Seattle Large tuscan open concept medium tone wood floor and brown floor living room photo with a tile fireplace, a standard fireplace, no tv and beige walls

[amplifyme]

Oh, now... see what I've done to myself? Circling the drain, here. Diving into the dark.

[snailtiddies420]

Tumblr sexyman poll has sent me on a spiral and now I have paid ten adult dollars to join the wtnv Patreon so I can listen ad free because I am once again possessed by Cecil Palmer, it is 2013 and I am foaming at the mouth for queer rep I am eating dirt I am shoveling glass boys all hail the glow cloud let’s go to the board walk do NOT LOOK at the dog park

[smallmediumproblems]

Propaganda under the cut

Why isn't John/David/Cecil/Obituary Writer/etc here?

I'm specifically excluding narrators who are also primary characters in the story. There are a lot of really good unreliable main character POVs, and some that are very, very popular. There are also a LOT of found footage / "documentary" shows, so the pool of "main character who is technically also the narrator" is monstrously large. This is for narrators who have things to say about the story but are moderately to severely removed from it. You'll notice I've also excluded the Documentarian from The White Vault, because by the time she's commenting on the story, she's also a main character.

Madeleine can stay because she's very polite.

Madeleine the mouse

Madeleine doesn't exactly serve a narrative so much as she plates and seasons it before bringing it out. Part plot device, part confidante, and all bohemian authoress. But please, consider the other candidates long and hard before you vote. She's not really too unreliable, she's just incredibly biased.

The Voice of HartLife

You have to be a special kind of unreliable for one of your characters to break down the fourth wall into your recording studio to kick the shit out of you.

The Historian

*Gesturing at a lithograph of Eisen and Telesphore making out sloppy style* "Truly, it is tragic that the men of our generation have lost such deep platonic bonds as are depicted here. So secure were they in their brotherhood that our contemporary idea of friendship fails to-"

The Narrator

No, not Leon. The other guy. I can't possibly describe what his Whole Deal is without spoiling a major plot twist of the show, but guys. He killed Matt Damon, guys. He killed Matt Damon while trying to murder dozens of other people at the same time. (Hundreds? I don't know how trains work.)

Dubrach

Yes, I know it's not really confirmed. That's what unreliable narration is all about. But what could be more reliable than the literal word of god on the puny machinations of his flock? :) :) :) Also he's voiced by Alisdair Stuart, our dad.

The Malevolent Patreon Hastur

...is specifically not included, because a) people are going to think I'm talking about John, and b) brand recognition is going to skew the whole thing, as if Madeleine isn't going to sweep for that very reason. But I'm mentioning him here because of the time he made people so angry that the actual real live writer had to come out and remind them that this is a fictional character. iykyk.

[fandom]

It's like 2013 up in here.

Fans remembered their roots and vaulted one of the original Tumblr sexymen to the top of the fan-run Tumblr sexymen poll—congrats to winner Cecil Gershwin Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale. The film sequel to Teen Wolf is here and folks are breaking it down scene by scene. Panic! at the Disco is disbanding but Fall Out Boy announced they'll be releasing a new album in March. The video for Taylor Swift's "Lavender Haze" dropped and it's chock full of Easter eggs. In everyone's new favorite found family series, Buddy Daddies, the dads are learning how to dad. Finally, hacktivist maia arson crimew discovered a 2019 version of the Transportation Security Administration's No Fly List on an unsecured airline server. This is Tumblr's Week in Review.

The Owl House

Teen Wolf: The Movie

Panic! at the Disco

Welcome to Night Vale

Polls

Critical Role

The Last of Us

Artists on Tumblr

Supernatural

maia arson crimew

The Tumblr Sexymen Poll

Buddy Daddies

Taylor Swift

Puss In Boots: The Last Wish

Fall Out Boy

Cecilsweep

The US Transportation Security Administration No Fly List

Stranger Things

Huntlow | Hunter & Willow Park, The Owl House

The Legend of Vox Machina

[ghoul-foolery]

Dirty Windows | 21 | Nora x Hancock

A Fallout 4 Soulmate AU

//

Fic Summary:

Hancock never thought he would find his soulmate. Once a common occurrence, soulmates turned into a bit of a rarity after the bombs dropped. It was to be expected when there was an influx of people getting shot in the face on a daily basis. So when Hancock discovered that he had a soulmate he was ecstatic; all of the people in the Commonwealth, and he was one of the lucky few.

Too bad his soulmate didn't want anything to do with him.

When Nora thought for sure she was going to die too, the pain stopped – and then there was nothing. Nothing but the emptiness. Nothing but the grief. Half of her soul was suddenly gone forever. She was dropped in the middle of the ocean, drifting among the waves with no land in sight. Then just as suddenly she had been cast adrift, she found land. The hole was filled the moment it had been created. As she gripped Nate’s vault suit and begged him to open his eyes, Nora found herself battling with the horrifying realization that she had another soulmate; that some stranger had taken Nate's place.

//

[ 1 ] <- [ 16 ] [ 17 ] [ 18 ] [ 19 ] [ 20 ] - [ 22 ]

//

The day had been spent drifting in and out of various meetings. He met with a few members of the Neighborhood Watch and Fahrenheit, discussing the skin-trader known as Cecil. Unfortunately, the guy was an unknown is his circle of trusted people. None of his guys had heard of him, and neither had Fahrenheit. It put a bit of a damper on his mood - and his day had started so well. There was no sense in sending out more people to wander aimlessly to find the asshole, and he accepted the fact that he was going to end up coughing up caps to get any information. The majority of the crew left, and Fahrenheit discussed their poor hostage, with his maybe-dead family, and his missing fingers. Outside of being a bit jumpy, the guy was doing just fine. He wanted to leave Goodneighbor, but he remained compliant. There was no need to threaten the guy, he was already scared out of his wits, and he seemed more than willing to stay and wait for word on his family.

"His family is fine. No signs of Bobbi, though," Fahrenheit droned as she read from a scrap of paper. Once finished she tossed it to the coffee table. Hancock snagged the note and frowned at the writing.

"I hate that fucking bitch," he said bitterly, crumpling the note in his hand, then tossing it to the side.

The next order of business was with a couple of trading caravans that occasionally made their way through the area. Occasionally, being the functioning word. The schedule was unreliable at best, and the traders claimed it was due to the mutants in the area. They weren't going to risk their lives trying to get to Goodneighbor if the road proved too hazardous. He wanted to tell them to stop being so damn cheap, and hire some help that was actually worth a damn, but that was none of his business. He knew a guy that could sit on a roof and take potshots at mutants all damn day. He promised the traders that he would get the mutant problem resolved, so long as they made a promise to make the effort of following a schedule. Goodneighbor wasn't self-sustaining, unfortunately. There was too much asphalt for any sort of gardening, and they needed produce, and meat, and Daisy relied on the traders to shuffle her stock. So did K-L-E0. Goodneighbor needed the trading caravans to properly function, and he would do what he needed to keep things running. MacCready owed him one, anyway.

Hancock made it a point to go and visit his hostage, the crumpled note in his hand. The poor smoothskin was awfully skittish when Hancock had entered his room - enough so, that the guy tucked himself into the corner of the room, hiding his hand behind his back. Hancock informed him about his family, tossing the note across the room at him. It bounced off of his chest, then dropped to the ground. Though Hancock wouldn't apologize for removing the guy's digits - Hancock had warned him, after all - he did want to clear the air a bit.

"Easy, brother. You stabbed me. You got what was comin' to ya. If you woulda come to me, and gave me the skinny on the mess you were in, I woulda been more than happy to help. In fact, I got my guys bringin' yer family here right now."

Skittishness turned into bewildered and hesitant joy. Hancock left on the high note, and eventually made his way to Third Rail to talk with MacCready. That was the day, wandering around and talking. One could say too much talking, and not enough drinking. He had been half-assing his duties, though, and it was high time that he got some shit done.

It was early in the evening when Nora whispered his name. Her voice barely making it over the noise of his footsteps as he climbed the stairs of Third Rail. He had just finished eating, and he would have typically settled on one of the couches and popped some mentats or a hit of jet, but he was fresh out. He opted to make a run to his office. That place was always fully stocked.

Hancock stopped on the stairs, gazing in front of him as the image of a plain white pill filled his vision. There was thunder in the background, rain, and wind, but she had asked him about the pill. There was no question in his mind as to what it was. He knew his drugs better than any pharmacist did. The soft sigh of relief that Nora released made him curious, and he watched as she tossed the pill back. He felt the pill hit the back of his own throat.

For just a moment, he entertained the possibility of being high through his Nora, and vice versa, but that train of thought exploded when another ghoul swam into his vision, offering an old threadbare towel that Nora used to dry herself off.

The jealousy was instantaneous. Even while he tried to convince himself that he was being absolutely ridiculous - he had just told himself the night before that Nora wasn't ready for a relationship, and here he was getting jealous about another ghoul - but that did nothing to quell his anger.

Get yer own smoothskin, he wanted to say. This one is mine.

He stomped his way up the rest of the stairs, ignoring Ham's curious gaze as he made his way to his office for a bit of privacy. He didn't have to say anything to get Nora to sequester herself from the group she found herself with. After popping the pill, and getting her things situated in her designated sleeping area, she tucked herself into a quiet corner.

"Will you calm down, please?"

"Calm down? Nora, sweets, yer in another radstorm, accepting pills from strangers," he growled, letting the door to State House slam behind him. "What do you think yer doing?"

"I was talking about how jealous you were. Over nothing, I might add." Well, she certainly didn't skirt around things. The woman dove straight into the root of the problem, and Hancock didn't know whether to be irritated or impressed. "And it's not exactly like I know what the weather is going to be, John. I can't just sit around because it might rain.”

"If you'd just get yer ass down here, I wouldn't be such a worry wart, ya know," he drawled, trying to alleviate some of the tension that had built between them. "Or you can at least tell me where you are. Don't mean t'sound like a broken record, but I can come to you."

"John-"

"Hey, lady," it was a rough voice that called to her, feminine but ghoulish. "Wiseman wanted to know if you were hungry. We are dishing supper."

Nora's gaze shifted, and he caught sight of the lady ghoul who spoke. She was shapely for a ghoul, sporting a head of short cropped hair.

"Oh, no thank you. I don't want to impose.."

"I'll tell him to make enough for one more. I'll come get you when it's finished," the ghoullette made a show of smiling, winking, and then she turned and left with a rather sensuous swish of her hips.

"So you aren't jealous when it's a woman who is actually hitting on me," she drawled.

"Mad? Shit, I'd watch that..."

Nora made no comment, but he could feel the barest hint of her amusement. His irritation eased, but he still couldn't understand why she wouldn't let him help her. It wasn't like he was going to throw himself at her the second he saw her. He could be respectful and understanding of her situation. He wouldn't pressure her into anything, he could help if she would only just let him.

"Where are you?"

"John, please..."

His fingers squeezed at the bridge of his nose, eyes closing tightly. "I won't come and get you, I will stay away so you can figure yourself out. Just tell me where you fucking are in case something happens! Do you know how worried I was when you had rad sickness? You were pukin' in the middle of the street, Nora. What if someone found you-"

"No one did-"

"But someone could have, Nora! Now yer out accepting pills from fucking strangers. You can't be so trusting-"

"That's why I called you, John."

"Yeah, but when would you have said somethin' about the shitstorm you were in, huh?"

"There wouldn't have been anything you could do. I wouldn't want to worry you about-"

"Don't want to worry me? Then come home, dammit! I worry about you every second you aren't fucking here, don't you get that?"

There was a pause between them, and he reached across their bond to feel her. She was upset, but he could tell she wasn’t upset with him specifically. Maybe his words struck a chord. Finally. They had talked the previous night, getting to know one another, but every attempt he had made to convince her that she should let him help were dashed or ignored.

Hancock watched as Nora's gaze shifted, and he saw her Pip-Boy. He watched, transfixed, as her delicate fingers worked over the device. She cranked a couple of knobs with her thumb, sifting through screens of notes, and then there was a map. There were a couple of existing icons, scattered across the upper portion of the graphic.

She jabbed at one of the icons with her index finger. "That's the vault. This is Sanctuary - where Preston is." Hancock scrambled to hunt down a piece of paper and a pencil as fast as he could. Thankfully, he had made it to his office, and there were plenty of supplies laying around. He would commit this to memory. If she was giving him information he had been practically begging for, he was going to remember every detail. "The truck stop I was staying at. This is the Starlight drive-in. That's where I was last night." another dial was tweaked, the map shifted and zoomed in. He watched as she took the necessary steps to create a new icon.

Hancock marveled at the detail on the map. He had seen some rough sketches of the area before, and there had been some maps that existed from before the bombs, but the device even gave an indication of where she was in relation to these landmarks. That Pip-Boy was one hell of a tool to have.

"And this is where I am now."

"Thank you, sweets. Really." He scribbled down the location, roughly sketching out the shape of the map, and putting a marker on her general location. He jotted down the coordinance too.

"Want to know how many caps I have, too?" it was her turn to be irritated, it seemed.

"Can we not argue again, please? You can't blame me for worrying."

She seemed to deflate, idly flipping through her Pip-Boy now. "I have 103 caps," she grumbled half-heartedly.

"Whoa there, money bags," Hancock gently teased. "I might let you buy me dinner and a drink with that sort'a money."

"I'm sorry. Things were going alright today, and it all just fell apart with the storm. I'm glad Wiseman saw me, I don't know what would have happened, otherwise."

He managed to find his stash of grape mentats. He slipped one of the chalky tablets under his tongue. The tin was tucked into his pocket as he left his office and went to his room.

"Look at me," he rasped as he stopped in front of the mirror. He stepped in close, so she could look him in the eye whenever she decided to join him. "Promise me that you'll watch yourself with these people."

"I prom-"

"Hey, smoothskin! Dinner is ready!" 

Nora started to get to her feet, leaving her things tucked in the corner.

"Nora."

She grasped one of her hands, squeezing tightly - and he felt it, the softness of her skin touching him, grasping. Hancock's gaze dropped to his hands, absolutely dumbfounded that he couldn't see anything touching him - but he could feel it, as if she was there in person. The soft pad of one of her fingers stroked over the back of his hand, and he closed his eyes to revel in the feeling.

"I promise."

//

Tag List: @takottai / @a-little-pebbl  / @yamatra

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Kate narrating a documentary about bee-keeping and honeymaking? Earthshot giving us a 6 episode documentary series about their winners narrated by Cate Blanchett or a 2-hour special about Cape Town and South Africa (and every Earthshot city) by David Attenborough or a local expert? A 30-minute travel program about Cornwall by the Duchy of Cornwall? 3-minute YouTube videos about their charities and patronages produced by the people who work there or who benefit from services posted ahead of their visits? William narrating a documentary about his homeless initiative in Cornwall? A summer exhibition in KP’s display hall of Kate’s dresses or a Kate-curated show of the Royal Collection or loans from her patronages?

Yes, yes, and yes!!!! William and Catherine really are the first gen of royals to belong wholly to the social media generation. They should use it’s global reach much more expansively and more expertly. 

For Catherine: yes to beekeeping lol! Show the children - during small, limited vignettes - helping her. Further though, she has a degree in Art History. The BRF/RCT has a priceless art collection, most of it largely unseen/unknown by the greater public. Pair these two gems together in some (“fun yet informative”) documentaries…even a series. Same for the BRF photo collection. The BRF has been photographed by iconic photographers…Cecil Beaton, Richard Avedon (D/Dss of Windsor lol), Annie Leibowitz, Mario Testino (those stunning Diana photos). Sure, some of it’s been done before, but let the people see these treasures again in an updated modern media presentation - interspersed/“edited” :) with pertinent film footage and interviews - and hosted by Catherine.

And not just the BRF art/photography treasures, but ditto for their fashion (an entire series in itself!), jewelry/tiaras (what exactly IS inside the Royal Vault, anyway, hiding unseen?), castles/palaces/homes (let’s see inside Balmoral, Sandringham, Kensington, Adelaide Cottage (limited access), Frogmore House - but minus Frog Cott…we already know what Soho House design looks like, although Frog Cott cemetery might be informative…), priceless antique furniture, properties/gardens, horse stables and animals, even their vehicles (rare carriages, automobiles, boats, aircraft)! How about a documentary on the Royal Ballet, hosted by Catherine and Charlotte, w footage included of Granny Diana at the RB? Each of these categories could easily fill an episode, presented by C. The catch, of course, would be to present all of this “to the people” in a way that doesn’t scream “let y'all eat cake!” but rather “this is yours, be proud of its beauty and history, which also is yours” ala Jackie Kennedy at the White House.

And separately from the above “fine arts” themes, yes, let’s also see much more in-depth coverage - by William and Catherine - of their charities and the bts work/progress involved, especially as related to Early Years research and work!

For William: yes to a documentary tour and inside look at the Duchy of Cornwall (that is much larger than just Cornwall lol)! William could pilot the helicopter - filmed up-close-and-personal inside the cockpit - as he takes us on the tour, with on-the-ground coverage as well, of course. And YES to expanded coverage of Earthshot and the ongoing progress of its winners (and nominees). Show the people what innovations Earthshot is catalyzing. This also has the built in advantage of appealing to youth, diversity/CW, and cutting edge climate change concerns��.ie, the future. BTW tie in Earthshot with the Duchy of Cornwall and show us how the Duchy is incorporating climate change initiatives…organic farming, wind power, sustainability, re-planting, etc.

All of this could be widely and easily disseminated to a large, young, global audience both on social media/KP youtube and via media networks (ITV, BBC, etc.). Get busy, William and Catherine! Make your impending future reign a glorious one, a British Renaissance! (From an American fan with British ancestry)

*********

My hope is for Kate to include the kids in one of her promo videos for her Christmas carol service. I’d love to see them decorating a tree together or baking holiday cookies while they’re still young and small(ish).

[thousand-winters]

"Tamika: Maybe this one? Cecil: Listeners if you’re hearing this, then humanity is surely finished, but instead of a tearful goodbye, I’d like to offer a warm hello to our new alien rulers, who are surely benevolent and- Tamika: Nope, that’s Cecil’s pre-recorded vault of doomsday broadcasts."

LMAO, CECIL

[wrongcaitlyn]

SO AMERICAN AU AHHHHHH ❤❤❤

another little excerpt here :))

(this hasn't been beta read yet if there are any mistakes that's all on meee and there probably are lmao)

“You know what you need?” Cecil tells him as soon as he walks into the studio. “A break from dating.”

Will snorts. He’s got that now, even if he hadn’t really wanted it in the first place.

“Cecil’s right, for once,” Lou Ellen nods, taking her seat by the keyboard. “Don’t worry about finding your true love for once. It’ll come when you’re ready!”

“Or it won’t,” Cecil adds.

“Or it won’t,” Lou Ellen agrees.

Will shakes his head, pulling a guitar into his lap and strumming absently. He never really goes into the studio with something planned—usually his inspiration is struck by something that Lou Ellen or Cecil suggests, and then it unravels from there—but this time, he feels particularly unprepared. “Thanks,” he says sarcastically. 

“So, have you written anything in the past few weeks?”

Will winces. The lack of motivation to write isn’t necessarily a new problem. He had returned from his tour in February. Lester, though acting pretty laidback and carefree about it, has said that for planning, a single should be ready by the end of June. The rest of the album should be finished by late August, giving the label enough time to look over it and polish it and prepare for release.

Of course, Lester told him this with the added on, but really, take your time, no pressure!

Will still can’t really tell if his manager had been sincere about that.

Either way, they’ve got a few drafts for songs in the vault. But it’s not much. It’s not enough, at the very least. And it’s currently mid-May, which leaves him with a little over a month to get a song he likes enough to be the lead single written and recorded.

He’s about to tell them, no, he really hasn’t, but he decides to at least check his phone. Honestly, the journal that he keeps is just for aesthetics, because he never remembers to write stuff down in there in the first place, and he also really appreciates his phone’s autocorrect. Plus, he has to admit that though he never actually did go to college for pre-med, his friends all claim that he’s got the doctor’s handwriting down to a tea.

There’s a series of notes of anything and everything—mainly stuff that he can’t even comprehend or half-started grocery lists that he forgot to look back to. He scrolls through them all, finding his most recent note that actually sounds like something dated May 3rd. 

It looks like a love song. That can’t be right. He may have been dumped abruptly, but he has to admit that it was to no one’s surprise that that relationship didn’t last. Not that Will hadn’t written love songs—which he had—but certainly not two weeks before it ended.

What had happened May 3rd? He had been… well, the Met Gala had been the day before, so he assumes that this was after—

The angel. Of course he had ended up writing a song about him, likely on the drive home, when he had gotten away from the crowds of people and had a few drinks and probably forgotten why exactly that conversation hadn’t led into anything more.

He huffs, scanning over the lyrics, his thumb hovering over the delete button, because Will may not have had the best track record with relationships, but he wasn’t a cheater.

Then again, this song is easily the best thing he’s written in months. “I wrote something,” he tells Lou Ellen, selecting the text and copying it to send it to their groupchat. “You tell me if it’s worth anything.”

[tillywunderwing]

Old Bill Cipher was hopping around

Tumblr City like a big playground

When suddenly Megamind burst from the shade

And hit Bill Cipher with a Mindgrenade

Bill Cipher got pissed and began to attack

But didn't expect to be blocked by Black Hat

Who proceeded to open up a can of Hat-Fu

When Lewis Pepper came out of the blue

And he started beating up Blackquille Hat’neal

Then they both got flattened by the Mindmobile

But before it could make it back to the Mindcave

Jack Skellington popped out of his grave

And took an AK-47 out from under his hat

And blew Megamind away with a rat-a-tat-tat

But he ran out of bullets and he ran away

Because Herobrine came to save the day

This is the ultimate showdown of sexyman destiny

Objects and twinks and explosions as far as the eye can see

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the ultimate showdown of sexyman destiny

Bill Cipher took a bite out of Herobrine

Like The Warden took a bite out of crime

And then Black Hat came back covered in a tire track

But Slenderman jumped out and landed on his back

And Megamind was injured, and trying to get steady

When Jack Skellington came back with a machete

But suddenly something caught his leg and he slowed

Nagito Komaeda took him out with his hope

Then he saw Bill Cipher sneaking up from behind

And he reached for his gun which he just couldn't find

'Cause Megamind stole it and he shot and he missed

And Slenderman deflected it with his fist

Then he jumped in the air and did a somersault

While Jack Skellington tried to pole vault

Onto Herobrine, but they collided in the air

Then they both got hit by a Reigen stare

This is the ultimate showdown of sexyman destiny

Objects and twinks and explosions as far as the eye can see

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the ultimate showdown

Angels sang out with immaculate amour

Down from the heavens descended Cecil Palmer

Who delivered a kick that was powered by the weather

Into the crotch of Nagito Komaeda

Who fell over on the ground, writhing in pain

As Megamind changed back into Normal Brain (?)

But Cecil saw through his clever disguise

And he crushed Megamind’s head in between his thighs

Then Professor Venomous and maid-dress Raymond

And the Once-Ler and Turbo and Ingo and Spamton

And Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice and Wheatley

And trickster god Loki and self-aware Benr(e)y

Alastor, Dr. Habit, Junkrat, Guzma, Almond Cookie

The whole cast of Goncharov (1973)

Bruno Madrigal and Purple Guy

Tony the Clock, DOC OCK, and King Dice

All came out of nowhere lightning fast

And they kicked Cecil Palmer in his radio ass

It was the bloodiest battle that the world ever saw

With tumblrinas looking on in total awe

The fight raged on for like two weeks

Many lives were claimed, but eventually

The champion stood, the rest saw their better

Sans Undertale in a bloodstained sweater

This is the ultimate showdown of sexyman destiny

Objects and twinks and explosions as far as the eye can see

And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be

This is the ultimate showdown

(The sexiest showdown)

This is the ultimate showdown

(The sexiest showdown)

This is the ultimate showdown

Of sexyman destiny

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

WTNV quick rundown - 153 - The Heist, Part 1

Read the rest here!

Constellations are fanart depicting ancient gods. Welcome to Night Vale.

There is a bank robbery going on at the Last Bank of NV (where Steve Carlsberg is VP). There are three robbers in masks of old US presidents and they have taken hostages inside.

The hostages are 75 year old Jessie McNeil (he has been a security guard there for 50 years and is always friendly to Cecil), new bank teller Genevieve Daily, Joel Eisenberg and staff supervisor Susan Willman (Ok.Well.Tough. <- Cecil's words). Steve is supposed to be at work but his name is not on the list of hostages.

When negotiations fail, the SSP (and Sheriff's Overt Police) try force which results in gunshots and the west wall of the bank being set completely on fire. During the confusion and commotion of the fire the hostages break free and leave the building whilst fire fighters attend the scene.

The robbers (Richard, William and Emma) are arrested and taken to the abandoned mineshaft.

Steve comes limping out of the building with a broken foot, but safe. When they open the vault to check it though, something only Steve can do, they find it completely empty with no clues as to how the robbers did it despite later questioning and threats.

Weather: “My Friend” by Dominique Chantel Worthing with Barrett Ward.

Steve saved up money from his new VP job to buy a bigger house for himself and his family. It has a yard big enough for a dog, no stairs, wider halls for Janice's wheelchair etc. He also bought Janice a car equipped with everything she'd need to drive it.

Carlos has been doing experiments to try and crate a doorless fridge that would solve the issue of the temperature of the food inside changing every time you open and close the door. This has caused a lot of odors and stains which are starting to annoy Cecil who doesn't like the kitchen, the back room, most of Carlos' clothes and Carlos' skin being stained green. Luckily there is a decent shed in Steve and Abby's new yard that he's allowed to use until his actual lab is restored. Carlos also accidentally leaves a green handprint on Janice's new car but she says it's cool.

Cecilos' kitchen has an egyptian tile backsplash, quartz countertops and a Svitisian rug.

Carlos likes to bake, especially croissants and is very particular about it being an exact science.

The NVHS Scorpions will soon be playing the Whispering Forest Wood Dogs. Coach Latrice Beaumont is somewhat worried because of the way the WF converts other players to trees to win. Last match they lost because nine of the Scorpions including quarterback Junius Duncan were turned into trees. Coach Beaument says she plans to equip them with ear plugs and uniforms so ugly the trees won't find anything to compliment.

Their new quarterback is Julie Dobbs, who got the position due to her prophetic dreams allowing her to tell the future and see how each match will happen allowing for counter strategies based on her dream journals.

Stay tuned next for an unedited recording from two years ago of you talking to a kitten. You sound ridiculous. Good night, Night Vale. Good night.

Proverb: Don't go writing metaphors. Please stick to the similes and literal descriptions that you're used to.

[sims-realty]

welcome to desert springs, the newest and most premiere lot in beautiful oasis springs. with its iconic butterfly roof and exquisite landscaping, the exterior of the home immediately catches your eye. enjoy the incredible mature cactus and succulent garden in the front yard that provides a natural barrier between your expansive front porch and pool entertainment area, with vintage pink terracotta tiles salvaged from a local home original to the area prior to its demolition on a lot nearby. a landscaped palm oasis welcomes you to the expansive backyard that separates the main house from the greenhouse. because of its humidity control, the greenhouse makes an excellent home for all of your exotic plants and gardening hobbies while also providing space for an office or art studio.

just inside the custom glass doors and windows, you'll be blown away by the custom built-in cabinet that separates the curated entryway (lit by a a truly unique - confirmed one-of-a-kind - chandelier) from the large living room designed for gatherings. the 360-degree fireplace anchors the living room and provides heat to the entire house on those chilly 55-degree desert evenings. custom accordion glass doors separate the living room and kitchen that also features the salvaged pink terracotta tiles. a handmade dining table gifted to the home's original owner by the artist natsukashii herself comes with the home and is highlighted by the second of the home's bespoke lighting fixtures. one thing this home doesn't lack is natural sunlight. from your kitchen enjoy the most beautiful view of your backyard oasis, filled with lavender bushes, cacti and palm trees.

this home features two bedrooms and one bathroom, recently remodeled. the guest bedroom features a cozy sitting area perfect for the bookworm in your family, without lacking adequate closet space. custom bed and shelving seamlessly flow together, making this bedroom an aesthetic retreat.

when you walk through the door adjacent to the guest bedroom, you'll take in the walk-through closet which opens to an expansive primary bedroom featuring a lounge area, natsukashii custom bed and living shelving. the primary bed looks out onto the back patio and a break in the sleek concrete and wood fence surrounding the property allows for uninterrupted south-facing mountain views. living shelving moves out from the primary bedroom onto the patio as well, ensuring that you're never far from green in this home.

desert springs is open for showings now, but don't delay because this gem won't be on the market for long. make this home your oasis in oasis springs.

cc used:

SYB: Fency, Astrid, Nathalie, Dreamy, Julie, Maya, Natsukashii, Laundry, Millenial, Pauline, Sabine, Manon, Diane, Cecile, Nothing to Wear, Agnes, Brigitte, Sophie, Elodie, Rosalie, Oceane, How About Tea

SIMcredible: Advent Calendar 2022, Vocatio, Agreste, Veranda, Amazonica, Emblema, Naturalis, Green Time, Pomeriggio, ScandiFever, TV Corner, Nuance, Coastal Plants, Bontempo, Bossa Nova, Calligaris, Zara, Keep Life Simple, Morning Tea, Ofuro, Breezy, MinimaliSIM, Clarity, Modernism, Chlorophyll, Mix It

Soloriya: Winnie

MincSims: Tara, Basset

Siomi's: Vault Avalon House II

Simsova: Plants, Plant Stands

Lapanemona: HEX

Comiko: Boho, Book Nook Zodiac

[dealgemeneverwarring]

De Algemene Verwarring #108 - 4 March 2024

Episode one hundred and eight of De Algemene Verwarring was broadcast on Monday, March 4, 2024, and you can listen to it by clicking on the link below that will take you directly to the Mixcloud page:

Pictured below is Bärchen Und Die Milchbubis! They are a band from Hannover, Germany, they released one album and two singles between 1980 and 1982, and now, in 2024, they are touring again! But that's not why I played them in the show, I played them because they are one of the bands that are featured in the fantastic Inner World 033 podcast, by the World Of Echo label, and compiled by the Famous Mammals. It's a three hour long feast of great great music, and I wanted to direct my listeners to this podcast, go listen and enjoy. Also, this episode of De Algemene Verwarring is a digital one, so as always I'm playing some tracks that I don't own on a physical lp or cd. Some of them are just ripped off the youtubes because unavailable on other places, and some others are from the Bandcamp vaults. Links below in the playlist when available. I particularly enjoyed making this episode, I think there are some real bangers in there. Oh and by the way sorry for the delay with the update here. And beneath the photo you can find the playlist for this show. Enjoy!

Playlist:

The Gories: Nitroglycerine (7” “Nitroglycerine/Makin’ Love” on New Rose Records, 1990)

Snooper: Company Car (digital release on Bandcamp, 2023)

Personal & The Pizzas: (Don’t Trust No) Party Boy (7” “I Want You” on Trouble In Mind Records, 2010)

Cuir: Gast (cassette “Promo Tape” on Offside Records & Forty Tapes, 2024)

Big Black: Rema-Rema (one-sided 7” “Rema-Rema” on Forced Exposure, 1985)

Geo: Elasticate (cassette “Geo”, self-released by the band, 2021)

Onyon:  Alien Alien (LP “Last Days On earth” on Trouble In Mind Records, 2023)

I.L.L.O.: Roses (cassette “10 Ill Songs” on Spared Flesh & U-Bac, 2024)

Dilemmas: Bomb The Clock (cd-r “Zero Work” on You Need To Practice More, 2017)

Bärchen Und Die Milchbubis: Muskeln (7” Muskeln” on Schalter Records, 1982, also on LP “Dann Macht Es Bum” on No Fun Records, 1981 and the compilation “Endlich Komplett Betrunken” on Tapete Records, 2021)

Would Be Goods: Cecil Beatons Scrapbook (7” “The Camera Loves Me” on Cherry Red Records, 1988) - UK indie pop rond zangeres Jessica Griffin, nu solo project

Pletyka: Aug. 31 (cassette & digital release on Szégyen Kazetták, 2023)

Desinteresse: Ver Weg Van Hier (Cassette “Voor Altijd” on Decadence, 2023)

Chalk: The Gate (12” “Conditions II” on Nice Swan Records, 2024)

番長 Taste: Fireflies In The Shrine (CD “Summer Nights” on Carbon Records, 2023)

LSD Fundraiser: Industrial Jazz Hands (Cassette “Fashionably Late For The Apocalypse” on Knotwilg Records, 2022)

Modelbau/Steffan De Turck: Kitchen Sink Realism (Bukhansan) (cd-r “Zweites Treffen (undefiniert)” on Kirigirisu Recordings, 2023) 

[random-quotes-stuff]

...some dusty, crusty tracks from They Might Be Giants' Iron Mountain Vault

—Cecil Portesque

[rosielav]

Camp here and there was so good I look forward to your thoughts as you listen!

Excellent!!!! I'll try to post my thoughts as often as I can, I love when other peeps enjoy my yelling haha

Current thoughts, after just about finishing episode 7:

Excellent, great, no complaints really. I love when the narrator has a hatred for a single person, like in any media I find it very funny, especially when the person is just super sweet and nice (Flanders, Dinkleberg, Telly the barber).

My favorite thing about the show so far is the weirdness. I love weirdness that is talked about as the mundane. It's my absolute favorite part of WTNV and it's my favorite part of CHaT (what a fun acronym).

Specific thoughts/speculations:

Jed has a dark secret, or it's not a dark secret and it's something utterly silly and/or *for* Sydney in some way. That's how it usually works out. (think Carlos doing stuff in his lab for months and it turns out he was making a thing for Cecil but the writing was making it seem like they were gonna break up)

I just looked at the description for an episode for the first time (I tend to avoid for potential spoilers) and huh??? Whuh??? How interesting. Reads like TBS or something like that instead of a camp announcer script or whatnot.

Very good, very glad it's been recommended to me. I like Sydney's VA a lot and I enioy his general presence, so I think this is gonna be a great one for me :)) hopefully I don't get through it too quickly (like Midnight Burger, I'm so sad I caught up so quickly bc now I have to wait for the new season, same with The Amelia Project... And The White Vault.... Ok with every podcast I listen to that doesn't have Appx 500 episodes already)