#wtnv spoiler

[wild-zamboni]

If Carlos explained had come out circa 2014 there would already be fanart of Josh Crayton (as a Jalopy), the child of the glow cloud, and Carlos.

[this-is-a-podcast-fanblog]

sneak peak at the "Janet survives" wip im working on

Will probably release tonight or tomorrow

Darkness, fury, and the smell of meat. These were the things that greeted Janet Lubelle upon a cruel awakening, her ribs throbbing and head spinning, breath coming in short and stifled gasps. Her mouth was full of blood and no one came to save her.

Darkness, fury, and the smell of rotting flesh. She faded in and out of consciousness, stars exploding between her eyes, and still no one came. For the first time in over thirty years, she was entirely alone.

Darkness, fury, and a vision swimming before her eyes. Janet blinked against the phantom silhouette of Carlos Robles over her. "You're still here?" he asked. "I thought one of your team would have come to check on you by now." Janet glared up at him, realizing that she could only see him out of one eye. "Fuck you, Carlos, for taking everything from me. I may not have explained you away, but one day I will return, and if necessary, I will channel the bastardized logic of your town to come back from the dead and haunt you til the ends of the earth. So watch out, because I'm coming for you," she tried to say. All that came out was a rasp of "Caarrrrrlossssssss." She tried to scream but nothing came out. When the mirage faded she was alone again.

This time she didn't fall unconscious, and with a jolt she realized that this was because she was dying. Janet flailed her limbs. Her left knee met resistance, but from the thigh down her right one felt free, and a few fingers in her right hand flexed with the effort. She could no longer breathe, whether because the carcass on top of hers had shifted, or because she'd exhausted what little oxygen remained in this fleshy prison. She tried to move her head and gagged at the smell.

I will move it, she thought. I will move it because if I don't, I will die, and I cannot die like this. She pushed upward with the strength of hips that could bench press three times her body weight and tried to grasp at the sagging flesh of the dead cow with her wriggling fingers. After a moment she gave up and let her body fall slack again.

This is it, this is how I die, she thought. Can I make peace with that? There was still so much she hadn't done, things she hadn't explained and revenge that hadn't been exacted. There were still test tubes somewhere, bubbling with liquid she'd exacted from the body of Dana Cardinal's double. There were still stars to be observed and dimmed. Every single traitor to the University of What It Is would stand against her, and Carlos Robles - fucking Carlos Robles with his brown eyes full of stupid pity and his bitch husband full of stupid ideas, would stand in front of them. I will NOT make peace with that! I will make war with that because I! WILL! NOT! DIE!

Janet tried to scream again, and this time felt the sound tearing through her throat. With all the strength left in her broken body, she ground her heels into the corpse and shoved. She felt her left knee strain as she forced it up at an unnatural angle, felt the pressure intense, and felt the dull CRACK as her bone shattered. She bit back a cry and kept shoving, until her arm came free and she could lift with that as well.

And, after an hour that was probably only a minute or so, the cow moved and Janet rolled over to the side. A cloud of sand puffed up around them as it settled back into the dust, and she coughed. Coughed again. Inhaled fresh air of a world she was still alive to breathe in. Perhaps she began to laugh.

"Carlos," she rasped out as the stars dimmed above her. They had never looked so beautiful.

Nilanjana found her in the desert, bloodsoaked and still bleeding, missing an eye and with a bone exposed, lips chapped and skin cracked, having lost too much oxygen and even more blood, with a grand total three teeth knocked out and seven bones broken - and yet, somehow, she was still alive.

[vvanillavveins]

ok but Alice "sober up & stop trying to make an impact" Dyer would get along well with Cecil "if you see something say nothing & drink to forget" Gershwin Palmer

[teafromthemicrowave]

Thinking about my favorite husbands

[ghostsandmermaids]

I'm so glad I finally started listening to WTNV.

[juiceberg]

my favorite ship dynamic

[tefmiles]

thinking now also about when cecil got into his job in radio in cassettes he says his mother started covering up mirrors and not talking to him. she was covering the mirrors as a jewish tradition of mourning. and then in go to the mirror where cecil says that when he fell from a tree and broke his leg, his mother said “ why are you crying when you don’t exist “. cecil was a ghost to his mother too— from the very beginning she forsaw his death and viewed cecil through only his end; he was a ghost to her.

[beansprout-tea]

BAHAHAHA I LOVE HIM

[someguynamededdie]

I’m just a little frustrated :)

[npdclaraoswald]

[eclipse-song]

the illustration Jessica Hayworth did for this Night Vale episode is gorgeous

[wild-zamboni]

Im the midst of everything that happened in Carlos Explained I haven’t seen too much said so far about the glow cloud. Like we got everyone else back but not the glow cloud. And the glow cloud’s child did like, kill Dr. Lubelle and I do wonder if they’re are going to be consequences to that.

[vvanillavveins]

I guess sometimes you really do just have to kill your double after all

[vilevilescorpio]

“I once said that science is neat. I don’t know if I believe that anymore. Because science is really messy. It can be used for greatness, for love, for humanity. And it can also be used to other, to murder, and to mutilate. We want science to be something outside of, higher than, ourselves, but it has always just been us. And so it is up to us what to do with science.

Dr. Lubelle has presented you with a vision of science that is colonizing, that is devoid of wonder, as barren as the Atacama Desert. And you have reacted against that with distrust and fear and anger. I understand that.

But I am presenting you with a different vision of science, and I hope you have seen that I have done so for my entire decade in your community. A science that is your neighbor, a science that seeks not to steal the stars, but to show them to you all the better.

So I am asking you, my community, to trust me. To trust that the best way to fight science used for ill is not superstition, or a retreat away from everything we have learned, or to distrust all science. Science is a tool, helpful and dangerous, but we will use it only for our fellow humans, with the benefit of the least of us always in mind. This is the only true way to face up to those who use this most beautiful of human inventions against humanity itself. I invite you to join me in doing so. ”

Episode 230 - Carlos, Explained

[thingsaday]

this last Welcome To Night Vale Episode was the most Welcome To Night Valey in a while

[asydicsydney]

The new episode brings back up the question, what is Cecil's full name?

Most of us assume Gershwin is his middle name, but there's always been confusion on if it's actually a hyphenated last name (Gershwin-Palmer)

On the WTNV site you can find a list of character names and how they're spelled, and it's not hyphenated there

But if you search through the scripts, it's a mixed bag

Yes, he is more often referred to as Cecil Gershwin Palmer, but it's always when he refers to himself (33, 65, 127, 182, 206)

Wheras, others always refer to him as Gershwin-Palmer. Lubelle in 225 calls him "Mr. Gershwin-Palmer" twice, Sara Iyer of the Purrrcast in 190 receives an email from "Cecil Gershwin-Palmer", and Station Management in 217 address a memo to "Cecil Gershwin-Palmer"

The only outlier is when Cecil himself is naming Khoshekh in 159 "Khoshekh Gershwin-Palmer", which is where this whole debate even started I believe

But, now with Esteban referring to Cecil's father as "Grampa Gershwin", the issue has been dug back up

Could it be because Cecil seems to not be mentally able to retain any information on his father, that he just assumes Gershwin is his middle name? Perhaps he 'accidentally' writes a hyphen on any important documents like the cat show entry forms or an inquiring email to a podcast? Or perhaps it's still up to viewer interpretation, like most of the show