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THIS IS NOT OKAY.

I don’t know whether this was anyone on Tumblr but it needs to be highlighted.

The people behind Welcome To Night Vale aren’t a big production company, they’re not very well known, they don’t make that much.

Putting their work on Youtube - and making money off it - is art theft.

Joseph Fink has shown that he’s not okay with this, so can we please respect his wishes?

Now that he felt things slowly settling back into place, if not into what was regrettably known as “old times,” he felt hungry. Really fucking hungry. And the previous mention of food didn’t help that hunger. Food was definitely the second priority on the list of ‘things that need to happen’…though the first thing was touching Z. 

That was obviously not an issue though, seeing as their hands were still entwined. With a tired, but pleased, hum, he gently tugged his lover into the kitchen. Fortunately for both of them, he had managed to keep things somewhat stocked…since going out to eat wasn’t much of a thing. Aside from the bar, but that wasn’t really to eat anything. He didn’t trust any of the food unless he tested it with what they had in the bunker himself…and though he didn’t eat much he still did eat.

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Alright guys, so my best friend’s family needs help. For the sake of their privacy and general wariness of revealing personal information, I’m not going to post names or faces. But recently, my best friend’s younger brother came out to his family that he’s a boy, and though they may not have completely understood everything, they’re helping him to transition from life as a little girl to life as a little boy. They’re actually doing REALLY AWESOMELY with it, and I’m really really happy that they’re such an accepting family, because all of them are doing their best to make sure he feels safe and respected! I’m super excited, and they’ve even extended it to me, so we’re all going through all these gender things together, and go to groups and read books and explore medical options to make sure he grows up with the proper hormones.

But their dad, who is divorced from their mom, is being really really horrible about all of this, and his new wife is absolutely awful. I won’t talk much about her, but we had to restrain ourselves from punching her lights out in the waiting room of a children’s hospital when she told us to stop “trying to make her into a boy because it’s not right”. Basically, their dad and his wife are horrible about this, and so their mom is trying to get sole custody of them.

They don’t have all that much money, but this is really really important. If you can’t donate, please pass this along, because I really don’t like the environment he goes to when he has to go to his dad’s house.

Which they’d have to calculate with a calender later. But for now, they just wanted to spend some time with him. 

Now that he felt things slowly settling back into place, if not into what was regrettably known as "old times," he felt hungry. Really fucking hungry. And the previous mention of food didn't help that hunger. Food was definitely the second priority on the list of 'things that need to happen'...though the first thing was touching Z. 

That was obviously not an issue though, seeing as their hands were still entwined. With a tired, but pleased, hum, he gently tugged his lover into the kitchen. Fortunately for both of them, he had managed to keep things somewhat stocked...since going out to eat wasn't much of a thing. Aside from the bar, but that wasn't really to eat anything. He didn't trust any of the food unless he tested it with what they had in the bunker himself...and though he didn't eat much he still did eat.

"Z…oh void above Z…it’s you, I…"

Later on he was pretty sure he’d be embarrassed twelve times over to admit he was crying pretty pathetically as he kissed his lover, on their lips, face, hair, everything. Desperately trying to believe it despite…despite all the evidence. He buried his face in Z’s shoulder when he completely fell apart, the pain of the countless months alone mixed with the overwhelming feeling of joy and love and being complete again leaving him completely unable to do anything but embrace his lover and cry. 

"I love you, too. And, we’re starting to realize…" They trailed off, thinking. "How long has it been, then? Because we didn’t- we tried to come home as quick as possible, but the door was where our door should have been, and we should have been paying attention and we weren’t, and we’re sorry." They ran fingers through TJ’s hair. "Fuck, sorry’s not enough. This was our fault, our dumb mistake, and what we put you through…" 

TJ wasn't mad at Z, not by any stretch of the word. All he cared was that Z was back, than Z was here. And their uniform's shoulder was cried on and his knees were really starting to hurt. With a wince, he rose to his feet and offered his hand to Z for them to do the same.

“You’re gone.” he croaked, tightening the grip he had on himself. “Night Vale doesn’t exist anymore and I don’t care because you’re gone.”

This sort of dialogue was old and worn in his head but hearing it come out of his mouth made it feel even more real, and he hated it. But like the wall of a dam, once it began to come down nothing could stop the flood. “My every reason to fight or breathe or smile or live disappeared with you …I don’t have anything left except what you left behind and with each passing day I give up a little more that you might come back and I need you to come back to me I need you to live I need you more than my own heartbeat.”

A hiss broke through his thoughts and immediately his eyes snapped open - Wright didn’t ever hiss and - Z’s face was very close to his. Red and teary eyes widened as they flicked from the bristling cat back to Z. Cat’s didn’t react to hallucinations…

…did they?

Before they could think they were stammering. “No, no, you don’t get to say that, please don’t say that, don’t ever say that. If we had come back and you weren’t here anymore-” their breath caught in their throat, and they knew they were crying. “Promise, promise me you’ll never do this again. Even if we’re not here, even if we die, you have to keep going, because we need you to be okay, we can’t- I can’t- TJ,” and there was no way to keep talking, except they did anyway. “You are everything to me, everything, and you’re not allowed to give up on life because of us, we- I will always find my way back to you.”

"Z...oh void above Z...it's you, I..."

Later on he was pretty sure he'd be embarrassed twelve times over to admit he was crying pretty pathetically as he kissed his lover, on their lips, face, hair, everything. Desperately trying to believe it despite...despite all the evidence. He buried his face in Z's shoulder when he completely fell apart, the pain of the countless months alone mixed with the overwhelming feeling of joy and love and being complete again leaving him completely unable to do anything but embrace his lover and cry. 

As time worn on he became more and more lethargic. Portions of his meal went uneaten until he hardly ate at all, he stayed away from the house longer and spent more time at the bar, he slept little and often woke up screaming from a nightmare ending in yet another way his lover had been killed. The only reason he came back anymore was to spend time with Wright, who had gone from ‘huge annoyance’ to ‘only source of comfort’…and in comparison to TJ (and the house itself) the cat was very well taken care of.

Though he’d never admit it, he cried a lot. It wore him down, made him tired, made those nightmares far too close for TJ’s liking.

At least he tried to keep himself alive, if barely. While the hope was slim, he still desperately hoped Z was still alive somewhere. The idea of Z being as broken as he felt was almost worst than the idea of them being…gone.

He had been at the bar, but due to being broke and disgusted with himself, had only drank water in the hopes that someone might buy him a few drinks. Of course, no one did. No one remembered him after they glanced away. With a sigh, he lumbered out and headed grudgingly home again and pushing the door open and -

"No." Z was on the couch. He was picturing Z on the couch. The lack of sleep was making him hallucinate and that was probably the cruelest thing his own mind could have done.

"TJ, what happened to you, what-" They had their hands on him, running lightly over his skin and clothes and looking for any injuries. "Fucking- who did this to you, we’ll kill them, we’ll torture them, tell us what’s wrong," they pleaded, their words running together. 

"You're gone." he croaked, tightening the grip he had on himself. "Night Vale doesn't exist anymore and I don't care because you're gone."

This sort of dialogue was old and worn in his head but hearing it come out of his mouth made it feel even more real, and he hated it. But like the wall of a dam, once it began to come down nothing could stop the flood. "My every reason to fight or breathe or smile or live disappeared with you ...I don't have anything left except what you left behind and with each passing day I give up a little more that you might come back and I need you to come back to me I need you to live I need you more than my own heartbeat."

A hiss broke through his thoughts and immediately his eyes snapped open - Wright didn't ever hiss and - Z's face was very close to his. Red and teary eyes widened as they flicked from the bristling cat back to Z. Cat's didn't react to hallucinations...

...did they?

jESS IS BA CK!!!!!!!!!

Z should have known. They’d been careless, and stupid. They should have been alert, making sure that nothing was amiss. But they were tired, so tired, after staying awake for uncountable hours trying (and failing) to hold back Strex. They’d been in a haze, not really noticing that the door to the rest of the home only had one handle, and not thinking much of it until it was opened.

Beyond the door was not any part of their home. It was a strange and terrifying place, one that felt wrong and greyed-out, a rocky landscape with a mountain rising to the east. They hated to admit it, but they panicked, whirling back towards the door that they’d come through, pushing and pulling and straining to open it. Z really had focused on technology, preferring computers and programs and the odd gadget to most everything (and, let’s be honest, most everyone) else, but they knew a little magic. They knew how to clumsily force power that wasn’t theirs through the door, using simple markings in their blood to direct it. With about as much elegance as finesse as using a sledgehammer to put a screw in a wall, they shoved the door open for just long enough to slip though, worn out and shaking.

As time worn on he became more and more lethargic. Portions of his meal went uneaten until he hardly ate at all, he stayed away from the house longer and spent more time at the bar, he slept little and often woke up screaming from a nightmare ending in yet another way his lover had been killed. The only reason he came back anymore was to spend time with Wright, who had gone from 'huge annoyance' to 'only source of comfort'...and in comparison to TJ (and the house itself) the cat was very well taken care of.

Though he'd never admit it, he cried a lot. It wore him down, made him tired, made those nightmares far too close for TJ's liking.

At least he tried to keep himself alive, if barely. While the hope was slim, he still desperately hoped Z was still alive somewhere. The idea of Z being as broken as he felt was almost worst than the idea of them being...gone.

He had been at the bar, but due to being broke and disgusted with himself, had only drank water in the hopes that someone might buy him a few drinks. Of course, no one did. No one remembered him after they glanced away. With a sigh, he lumbered out and headed grudgingly home again and pushing the door open and -

"No." Z was on the couch. He was picturing Z on the couch. The lack of sleep was making him hallucinate and that was probably the cruelest thing his own mind could have done.