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tmagp is funny bc workplace crushes are literally just like that

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spreading fear of tape recorders/archivists to bring john thru the rift 🤔🤔🤔

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so gang how are we feeling about tmagp 30

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MY WIFE IS FREE🎉🎉🎉

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trevor herbert the man you became

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the worst part of your favorite podcasts getting popular isn’t the fandoms, it’s actually having to skip through 3-5 minutes of adds before you hear the opening theme

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tf do i do today w/ no new magnus 😭

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Sir a second Bouchard has hit the office managerial position

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the magnus protocol explores some of the most gruesome and bone-chilling horror concepts such as what if you received an email

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Tmagp 22 actually makes the whole "you can listen to protocol without having listened to archives" thing so much funnier. Girl you just namedropped the main characters. First AND last name.

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I see many a post about people's favourite little fiction podcast guys. But who's everyone's favourite fiction podcast gals? I would like very much to hear about your blorbos.

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The Magnus Archives is a show because if someone says “the episode with the guy who was having bug sex” you need to say “which one?”

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I’ve been going back and reading the transcripts for the Magnus Protocol, and it feels like hunger has come up quite a few times to describe atmospheres/the absence of things/violence/etc. I have no idea if I’m just paying too much attention to the little details, and I’ve only gotten to episode 8’s transcript.

What does it mean? I dunno. Just kind of interesting I guess.

I’d love to know if anyone else has thoughts on this

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Gwen showing up to work tomorrow

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*tap tap*

Is this thing on? Gwen gets a tattoo of eyes crawling up her hand.

Did anyone hear me? Dozens of eyes that always seem to be looking at you no matter the angle. Reaching, scrambling, twisting up her arm inescapably. She's one of the Cheshire Bouchards, after all. They always seem to have their eye on things.

Do you understand? This was predestined. She wanted to know, and now she will. Her hand twists, her fingers too long and off-kilter. And those godsdamned eyes always look like they're moving, just in the corner of her vision. And she itches. Not on her hand, but in her mind. She has to find out. She must know. Maybe if she understands, she will survive. It's in the cases somewhere, surely.

Can you see it now? Can you see my vision?

See that you do.

[Click.]