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The thing about NV is that it is a horror podcast. Not like TMA, but it is horrorific. It can be very comforting. It can be charming. It can be emotional and lovely. But when you peel back the casual way that Cecil speaks about the things around you, especially at first, you start to see how terrible NV is as a place.

Voting is basically fake. Education is mostly propaganda. Books and the internet are heavily censored. Media is changed to fit the various organisations ruling it's narrative. The Sheriff's Secret Police are both incompetent and militant. The government running it regularly gaslights and lies to it's citizens. Citizens are regularly imprisoned for anything or nothing, executed, reeducated. The town is incredibly xenophobic, either chasing newcomers out or harassing them for years if they choose to stay. Thought crimes are real. You have to bleed on certain doors to open them. There's thousands of intricate rules and rituals that if broken will result in some kind of horrific torture, transfiguration, death, things worse than death and at BEST just being imprisoned forever. There isn't even a good job market because child-kidnapping Hooded Figures take up almost every job. Human rights? What are those lol

And that's before you even touch upon the huge number of supernatural events and entities which regular murder citizens, destroy buildings, destroy parts of reality itself, seemingly at random most of the time. It's an awful, dangerous place to live.

I love it so much and I love how the story is approached in such a casual way. Cecil's smooth telling had us all just accepting whatever he accepted, hating what he hated, not questioning anything. I think that's just so *chefs kiss*.

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Something something the inspired becoming the inspirer

I love it when you start listening to a podcast and you can instantly tell the person making it has listened to Welcome to Night Vale.

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Me listening to my silly little podcasts 🤭

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Me whenever I look at fanart for a podcast character

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are you a fiction podcast fan? looking for your next read? look no further!! here are some book recommendations if you like the magnus archives, the penumbra podcast, welcome to night vale, and wooden overcoats! 🎙️

for more book recommendations, check out my bookstagram @hauntedstacks 📖

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Audio as a medium fucks I can do so many shit with my body while going through a life changing experience I don't even have to look away from whatever I am doing. this FUCKS.

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Oh to live in a weird little town with gloomy weather and strange weird sounds in the woods and hushed whispers about strange sightings and an alarming amount of hauntings and a concerning amount of eye motifs and a library with conveniently placed section for everything that's relevant to the mystery and cloaked figures sneaking around and the occasional uncanny person and weird notes and maps and books and stuff being found around the town and oh to live in a weird little town with a mystery

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do the newer night vale fans even know about cecil baldwin and dylan marron recreating the arby's scene

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WAIT WHY IN THE PENIS BALLSACKS HELL IS THE WTNV TAG TRENDING RN

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I know what they hold. The hatred in their hearts. The contempt. I match their hatred and double it.

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Looking at the "I am human" check box and hesitating a little bit too long before clicking it.

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I'm so tired of people telling me that I'm "lucky" for not being able to remember my trauma.

I'm not lucky.

I'm suffering, but I can't remember why.

All of this pain and fear and anger is still in me, and I have to work hard every day to try to trace it back to a beginning issue. To link these fragmented memories into something that makes sense.

It's so hard to heal, not knowing what's broken. Not being able to believe that anything is broken at all, because I have no memory of it breaking.

I don't have the luxury of forgetting just the trauma part, either.

I can't remember most of my life.

Not even the good stuff.

How is that lucky?

How is any of that lucky?

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Shoutout to exclusively non-possession switching systems, or almost all non-possession switchers, we aren't really represented as most media centers on those who have black-outs when they switch, and I want you to know that your system is real and that you do switch, even if you might not notice it.

I have this, and because of it, I'm unaware if I experience dissociative amnesia and I currently use the term OSDD-1b to best accurately describe my experience.

So, shoutout to us,

those who don't know who's fronting if alters are covert

those who may go days without noticing a switch

those who wake up, feeling confused or dissociated thinking about the day previous

who may have many different types of dreams where it feels like other alters are dreaming

who often has a constant stream of consciousness, and may be unaware of things going on in the innerworld

those who feel alienated from other systems who experience possession type switches, and may have grown up struggling to understand if they are a system or not

whose mind often is very blurry, and struggles to properly communicate

and those who may want to forget and be like other systems that do, but end up feeling like it's all in their head, and sometimes, you do forget, but it's not immediate and it's overtime.

And even if you don't relate to everything I've said or even if you do, then you can share reblogs of your experiences as systems without posession type switches.

I'd like to hear, because we deserve as much representation and awareness as those with possession type.

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Literally last week I said to myself I don’t think I experience strong switches and today my coworkers were talking about something triggering and I feel like a Completely Different Person Now. What the fuck just happened. I’m not supposed to be here.

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personally my favorite pipeline is the “I’m a singlet” to “I’m not a system but-” to “am I a system?” to “I think I might be a system…” to “lmao you guys will not believe what Oliver just did - he just shoved into the front, ate nineteen cheese sticks, and then immediately left front. the body is lactose intolerant I am going to kill him”

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tbh it seems like a good idea to tag goncharov posts as unreality for those who have experience with delusions, hallucinations, or being gaslit.

for any confused or possibly unsettled over the way tumblr is leaping on the goncharov concept: it’s a joke based on a past tumblr post about a fake martin scorsese movie title being printed on a pair of knockoff shoes. there is no real film, the movie doesn’t exist, & people’s posts are just having fun with the concept.

you’re not imagining things & you’re not having an episode! i hope more people tag it as unreality for people’s safety & comfort

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I’ve had a hyperfixation on DID for a very long time, have I ever explained that? My first boyfriend had DID and so I decided to learn everything I could, and it quickly turned into a special interest. That interest never stopped; I’ve been reading about and researching DID for years, since I was sixteen. I’ve always related to some of it, but I was certain I didn’t have it.

A few months ago I discovered OSDD, or rather I looked into the symptoms for the first time. At the time, it was a terrifying understanding unfolding right before my eyes.

The only problem is that now I don’t know who I am. I don’t even know how to begin exploring who I am.

I’m not sure how to define what I am, but I get more and more sure as I talk to people and do more reflecting that OSDD 1a sounds right for now. Some of my pieces are hardly defined, some are extremely defined. It’s… difficult.