thinplacesradio · 1 year ago
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the driver's side of a silver car from the outside, hazy, headlights illuminating the road in front of it. the lights inside the car are streaked and blurry. the hood is popped. the image is distorted by VCR static. white text reads:
[022] THE VISION. A CALLER REMEMBERS A MESSAGE. THE HOST TAKES A LOOK UNDER THE HOOD.
listen here, or anywhere you find your podcasts. transcript under cut:
[static, radio tuning]
[Traveling Sales Rep: Don’t touch that dial! We’ll be right back, after these short messages.] [static, radio tuning]
[click]
Hello and welcome to Thin Places Radio. I’m your host,
and it is the middle of the night. But don’t worry. You’re not alone.
[Thin Places theme] 
[hissing] [car door dinging]
I’m coming to you sweaty from my studio, which is what I like to call the side of this poorly paved road that my car has chosen to break down on. It’s hissing out purple smoke, which seems. Well. I don’t know. I’m not exactly the expert in what’s normal or not normal.
I’ve got the hood propped up and am looking around inside hoping that any part of this triggers something in my mind. But it’s looking like fixing cars is an area I was, and remain, totally useless in – ladies. Hey, at least that’s something I remember about myself.  
It's a clear night – a beautiful night, honestly. The stars are bright overhead, and past the heat of the car, the air is finally starting to bite with cold. I don’t know how many seasons I’ve been on the road like this, but something about fall turning to winter just feels right.
On such a clear and beautiful night, the wind should be clearing away the sea of smoke that’s hovering around the car, but it’s settling down across the road itself, now, a strange, luminescent fog obscuring the old farm that I thought I saw off in the distance.
[strange burbling gasping sound, followed by clangs]
Hm. [clang] Do we think that’s good?
So… what is Thin Places Radio? Well, you can call in about anything strange that you’ve got going on in your life - feelings, omens, premonitions, hauntings.
Are you being tested?
Is someone beyond the grave getting a message to you just in time?
Has time been pulled out of joint? 
When the veil between worlds is thin, we get closer than ever to the strange and the unexplained - but also to each other. Call in, get it off your chest. Lines are open.
[click] [voicemail:]
So this happened to my mother a long time ago, when my sister was little. She - my sister was really sick, but no one knew what was happening. And my - and so the doctors were like well, we'll just send her home for a few days. See if that goes, that goes away or something. And my mom was so tired. So exhausted. And she says that the image of my grandmother who had just recently passed came to her and said, don't you let them send my baby away. And so she didn't and they found out what was wrong with her and it was really bad, but they were able to get to it in time. To help her and save her. So, just wanted to let you know about that because that was a little weird. My name is Slay. You can use the name if you want to. Have a good day. Thank you.
[click] [searching music]
Hi, caller. I’m glad your sister is okay, first of all. It’s still scary that she was sick, even if she got better, and even if it happened a long time ago. This kind of near-miss reveals history’s many branching paths, some of the things that could have happened but didn’t. What a relief. What an act of faith and trust – to hear a message from beyond the grave and to believe it. And to deliver a message in the hope that it will be received, in perfect timing.
All communication is like this – reaching out across an uncrossable space and hoping that the thing you really mean can be understood by the person who has to understand it. But your mother listened to her mother, and her own gut. Thank goodness your sister had an advocate like that. The last thing you know how to do when you are very young and very sick is to stand up for yourself – even, or maybe especially, when you know something is wrong.
I don’t know what happens when you’re dead, and I don’t remember what it’s like to be alive, but I know a whole lot about the space in between. That’s where your sister was saved. That’s where your Grandmother found her, and said, no, please, not yet. It’s not time yet. I’m deciding that. I’m coming back for her.
[click]
Something strange, listeners. There’s something on the ground here, half buried in the gravel on the road beside my car. Hold on.
[rustling]
It’s a postcard, waterlogged and pocked but not torn. It's a picture of an old radio tower, black and white, and the light at the top is lit, I think, with a hazy bright glow. it says WISH I WAS HERE. It feels like if I found the right place, I could hold the postcard up to the horizon and the light would start blinking, full color. WISH I WAS HERE. So... where am I?
[click]  
The air is finally clearing, and the car is quiet again. Now that it's cooled and I can see under the hood, I can see that there's a cap that's come loose. [cap screws]
There. Let's give her a whirl.
[hood shuts] [door opens] [engine purrs]
There we go, baby! Where to next? I’ve been moving for God knows how long, forward and forward and forward. Maybe it's time to try to retrace my steps.
Do I have a mother, a grandmother, that cared for me the way the caller’s care for them? Who did I leave behind? Why? When? I’ve been reaching out to all of you, and you've been reaching back. Communication. A conversation. Maybe it's time I reach back to myself and see who shows up.
[car door shuts] [engine shifts to a low rumble] [turn signal clicks]
[click]
Thank you for listening, callers, and thank you for calling, listeners. I hope you feel a little bit lighter. I know I do. As always, our number is 717.382.8093. That’s 717.382.8093. Until next time. I’ll be here.
[static] [Traveling Sales Rep: visit us at the - diner just off -] [Various Garbled Voices: the - road - provides - the - road - provides -]
Thin Places Radio is a podcast written by Kristen O’Neal and produced by Kaitlin Bruder. The voice of Your Host is Kristen O’Neal.
Tonight’s voicemail was left for us by Slay. Editing and sound design are by Kaitlin Bruder, and the music tracks you heard in tonight’s episode are: the Thin Places theme, by Miles Morkri, and Umeed by RANA. If you have a question to ask, a story to tell, or a suggestion for the host, give us a call at ‪(717) 382-8093. The lines are always open.
[Thin Places Theme outro]
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mychemicalbrromance · 12 days ago
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Guys ive been reading peak
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aru-art · 8 months ago
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sourdough rolls with homemade lemon curd what the absolute fuck man
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pestorik · 5 months ago
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garden prince riddle fits!!! 🍓
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magicandmundane · 6 months ago
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Rex: Hey boys, I could really use your help with—
Hunter, napping on the beach: Retired.
Rex: Seriously—
Crosshair, sipping a margarita: Retired.
Rex: Would you just consider—
Wrecker, playing volleyball with the baby regs: Retired.
Echo: *glares*
Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair: Retired.
Rex: Omega?
Omega, shrugging: Sure, I’m always down to kick some Imperial ass.
Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair: *grumbling, putting their armor back on*
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kingzombear · 6 months ago
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Princess "Steal Ur Bitch" Loolilalu CUCKS local jester [NOT CLICKBAIT]
another screenshot redraw lol
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zoe-oneesama · 8 months ago
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Nat, are you really that surprised he’s a Drama Queen?
Episode 52 Part 9 First < Previous > Next Season 1, Season 2, Season 3, Season 4, Season 5 Ep 41, Ep 42, Ep 43, Ep 44 Ep 45, Ep 46, Ep 47, Ep 48, Intermission, Ep 49, Ep 50, Ep 51
Ko-fi | Patreon
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assiraphales · 1 year ago
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love that when luffy heard the name roronoa zoro & found out he was an extremely feared pirate hunter to the point that people called him a demon his first reaction was ‘I’m going to see that guy’ then when he found out he had a soft spot/good person he was like ‘OHHHH he’s coming home w me’. and as for zoro, he was like huh that kid’s crazy. sure I’ll join his non existent pirate crew and follow him into danger. perhaps even die for him! and within a week they’re communicating practically telepathically. first mate successfully acquired
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rollaroundincompliments · 29 days ago
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Okay obviously what K did is fucking insane but also a perfect escalation of their "I can fix him" energy from season one and the extreme consequences of that belief
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lordsovorn · 6 months ago
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dunmeshi inner voices but it's all actual strengths of the characters
Senshi: maintain a balanced diet, listen to your body and be mindful of where your food is coming from. Don't take more than you need from the ecosystem, but remember that to live means to take.
Chilchuck: get paid upfront, get a contract, always have ways to protect your interests in a job, unionize.
Marcille: maintain good hygiene, and take care of your hair and clothes - it's nice and it's worth it. Things in the handbook are there for a reason, but tools aren't moral.
Laios: know your weaknesses and your strengths, and those of your friends. Rely on them and make sure they can always rely on you.
Falin: it's always worth to try kindness first, and to keep a heavy blunt object on hand if that doesn't work out.
Izutsumi: search for your own goals. Be open to change.
Kabru: make your own judgments, and then update them, rather than fit everything you see to your expectations. Act on your beliefs and judgements.
Shuro: always keep the cops in mind, never trust the cops. Know how to balance pressure and politeness in diplomacy.
Namari: maintain a balance between your personal and group interests. Act on your strengths.
Hien: you're staggeringly pretty as is
P. S. Banger post. Here are verified collections of links where you can donate to: Ukraine Syria Palestine
Chilchuck says: Do what you can from where you are. Every action matters, every dollar counts.
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soleminisanction · 4 months ago
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It turns out the best-ever image of a Super carrying a Bat was published in 1975.
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thinplacesradio · 2 years ago
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a subway car (the Q to Coney Island), lit with purple-white light, a map of the city between two hunched figures, faces just empty black voids. the seats are blue. the window behind one of the figures is dark. the image is distorted by VCR static. white text reads:
[017] THE FUNGI. A CALLER HAS A CREEPING FEELING. THE HOST GOES UNDERGROUND.
listen here, or anywhere you find your podcasts. transcript under the cut:
[static, radio tuning]
[Traveling Sales Rep: Don’t touch that dial! We’ll be right back, after these short messages.] [static, radio tuning]
[click]
Hello and welcome to Thin Places Radio. I’m your host,
and it is the middle of the night. But don’t worry. You’re not alone.
[Thin Places theme] [quiet train track thumps, wind]
I'm coming to you drowsy from my studio, which is what I like to call this almost-empty train car, rumbling softly along its tracks. It’s dark outside, but it’s even darker underground, metal screeching, lights flickering with each bump and turn. There’s too much room in here, amongst the empty seats, even in this canister, even in the dark, even penned in with no way out. It's missing both of the things that make the train so special: the view, and the people.
I can hear the quiet drone of conversation in the next car over, but I can’t make out a single word. I can see movement, but not a single person. I think it’s reminding me of a nightmare I used to have? People talking, no sound coming out. Or maybe just the feeling of getting on an empty subway car, taking one breath in, and realizing it's empty because someone left something behind in there for everyone else. 
This car isn’t empty, though. Just almost. There is someone standing at the farthest end, shoulder up and arm holding onto the pole. But they’re facing away from me. Even when I got on the train, and moved to sit, and moved again? They’re always facing away from me. 
Somehow, I feel like that’s lucky. I feel like it’s keeping me safe. 
So what is Thin Places Radio?
Well, you can call in about anything strange that you've got going on in your life. 
Are your dreams getting more vivid and more strange? 
Does it unsettle you to think that one of your food groups will, one day, eat you? 
Are you trying to figure out how to mention to your cashier that she keeps changing into someone else when you go to pay? 
Call in, get it off your chest. Lines are open.
[click] [voicemail:]
Hi, Host - so, it’s recently come to my attention that I don’t like mushrooms. And it’s not a case of like, eating them, I don’t think I’ve ever voluntarily eaten a mushroom in my life. But there’s something about them that just - creeps me out. I don’t like looking at them, I don’t like the way the spores do their thing, I don’t enjoy watching them grow, it just - something about them creeps me out. And, y’know, ideally I’d like to be at peace with all creatures great and small, so, I was hoping maybe you could help - either figure out what it is about them that unsettles me, or convince me otherwise. Thanks!
[click] [quiet train clacking, squeaking] 
Hi, caller. Thank you for your message. The thing I appreciate most about it is your attempt at unearthing the hidden corners of your own mind and heart. Instead of letting your disgust keep you from something, you’re asking yourself, where does that first feeling come from? You’re pushing back against it to find out what's squirming underneath it, and that deserves to be celebrated. I'm not here to convince you of anything, but I'll grab a shovel to help you dig.
The thing about fungus, perhaps, that makes your stomach turn is that they are alive, in a way that we are not, and that they are growing, in a way that we never will. There is a whole alien universe sprawled out in humid earth and on rotting logs and near ponds and even, sometimes, on and inside us. There is a different space opera planet for anything you could ever imagine, of all textures and vibrancies, sizes and shapes, mimics and sorcerers. They glow. They ooze. They bounce like rubber. We put them in our food, and if we pick a little bit wrong, they kill us, and use us to keep growing. 
Fungus is slow. It’s alive, in little specific ways that even the most renowned mycologists are still trying to piece together. It responds to sound but has no sensory organs. It communicates. And all of these different creatures work together to do some of the earth's most important work, the work that terrifies us the most because it reminds us of the end of all things: decomposition. [searching music] Breaking down, so that everything can grow again. We build so many monuments to progress, so many highways and buildings and parking lots. But fungus takes the long view. It waits, it endures, it adapts. It is learning to break down plastic. In the end, it is always there, interconnected to itself in a network we can't begin to fathom, one enormous nervous system in the body of nature - one that connects not itself to itself, but trees and plants to one another. It's unstoppable, and inevitable. It's what the word awe was made for: something so great and terrifying in its beauty and beautiful in its terror that it becomes something else completely - something we don't have a word for.
We aren't like them. We live in our own minds in our own bodies in our own apartments in our own separate universes. It takes work to achieve what the fungus always knows: we are not just ourselves. We cannot be. But maybe connection is more important because we have to choose it. The only way to really thrive is to look to the fungi - terrifying, awesome. And to reach out to someone else with all the alien human capacity we have. 
[click]
Something strange, listeners. I - I just stood up to move closer to the doors of the train, which happens to be closer to the figure [static] on the other side, back still to me. Uh, but I - I can't. [static] My - my feet are moving. I am taking steps across the floor of the train car, but it stretches out in front of me, nauseatingly unchanging. [pause] Until now. [static increases] Because the figure is turning. 
[slightly out of step, various garbled voices, static, and the host, syncing up:]
Alpha - Golf - India - Foxtrot - Tango - India - Sierra - Alpha - Golf - India - Foxtrot - Tango
[it repeats, faster]
I know that face. Why do I know that face? 
[static] [[quickly: Alpha - Delta - Echo - Alpha - Lima - India - Sierra - Alpha - Delta - Echo - Alpha - Lima]] [static] [click] [sound suddenly cuts out]
[train pulling away] [crickets] 
Well I made it off the train, everyone, which is to say I am now standing on another platform, many miles from the last one, with a hopefully small gap in memory [static] between that moment and this one. 
But… [awed] They knew me too. They waved. 
[click]
Thank you for listening, callers, and thank you for calling, listeners. I hope you feel a little bit lighter. I know I do.
As always, our number is 717.382.8093. Until next time. I’ll be here.
[static] [Traveling Sales Rep: visit us at the - diner just off -] [Various Garbled Voices: the - road - provides - the - road - provides -]
Thin Places Radio is a podcast written by Kristen O’Neal and produced by Kaitlin Bruder. The voice of Your Host is Kristen O’Neal.
Tonight’s voicemail was left for us by JD. Editing and sound design are by Kaitlin Bruder, and the music tracks you heard in tonight’s episode are: the Thin Places theme, by Miles Morkri, and Umeed by RANA. If you have a question to ask, a story to tell, or a suggestion for the host, give us a call at ‪(717) 382-8093‬. The lines are always open.
[Thin Places Theme outro]
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mlavier · 9 months ago
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typical Chosen Three meeting (pre-tadpole)
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dominosecho · 2 years ago
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they’re filler episodes TO YOU. to me they’re little windows through which i watch my favorite characters make the stupidest decisions imaginable
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theelmoarchive · 21 days ago
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jrwi riptide 82 art for you because that episode is everything to me
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tizeline · 7 months ago
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Well. Every tmnt artist has to turn them into humans eventually, I suppose.
Sorry for not posting a ton lately, I have been................. playing fire emblem three houses.............. busy............ Also I've been feeling a little burned out on art, admitedly. Don't worry, it's very much temporary! Last month was just pretty high tempo for me, expecially with the Cell Talk comic, so I just needed to take a short break from drawing to also play fire emblem but I'm getting back into an art-mood now! I decided to draw humanified turtles as a bit of a warm up basically, I've been wanting to do it for quite some time so it was just a fun little thing for me :]
Anyway, some thoughts about the designs-
A lot of people draw Leo as blonde, and I was fully intending to draw him blonde as well, but then I just wanted to see what he'd look like with brown hair instead and I just.... liked that a bit more, so he's a brunette now. Also he has dimples because of course he has dimples. And Mikey has freckles because OF COURSE he has freckles! And Donnie ALSO has freckles because he's my blorbo and I give all my blorbos freckles cuz they're neat. All of them have pretty small eyebrows except for Donnie because he fills them in with makeup. I thought for a while of how I would translate Leo's facial markings into his human design, and I ended up settling for birthmarks (also some red eyeliner cuz his face needs a bit of red on it)
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