No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
(Dead Poets Society, 1989)
new school year
did you mean:
how the hell do i talk to people
Stand in front of them and press A
These Pottermore stats literally go against every house stereotype ever
I love people who make me forget that I’m shy
What I love the most about skulls is their “in your face” attitude
So I think everyone agrees that Cecil is slowly changing in some pretty serious/dark ways.
And I’m thinking it’s because of the auction where Cecil was sold to an unknown entity.
Here’s a refresher quote from that episode:
"When confronted with destiny, there are external events to record, yes…but also internal. I would say, time slowed down even more than usual. The edges of the room went blurry, and then went, completely. There was a deep throb of distant machinery that I realized was my own heart propelling inadequate amounts of blood through my parched and aching body. If I did not win Lot 37 I would be…unraveled.
Perhaps I would be unraveled either way. The dull ache I felt was a primal ache of incompletion, the separation an infant feels when pulled too soon from its mother’s embrace. My cheeks flushed with the irrationality of desire. I needed Lot 37.
I counted my breaths. I judged myself for wanting, and judged myself wanting. I focused on those parts of my life completely out of my control in order to calm myself down, drowning my fears in pleasant helplessness.
The upshot is, I forgot to raise my paddle. Oh! Oh, foolish Cecil! And through the tears that came then to my eyes, I couldn’t see who won Lot 37 with only one bid!
Winner of Lot 37, if you’re listening, on one hand I wish you good luck with your prize. On the other, I will be using the mightiest bully pulpit of all, community radio, to strike back at you and destroy you!”
So, y’know, that’s a thing. Unless I’m forgetting something, this plot line hasn’t been resolved, so my guess is that the consequences are finally showing themselves.
The auction was of seized contraband. So might mean Cecil was owned before, and the previous owner bought him back, laid low for a while, and are now back to controlling/influencing him.
Or what if the position of radio host always means being owned by one person, and that person’s ideals become the ideals of the town through influence by the voice of night vale?
Or maybe Cecil figured out who bought the lot and is now looking for a way to fight back without going against his owner?
IDK, there’s just so many ways that they could use this. Whatever happens, I am stoked for the next episodes!