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shadow-the-crow · 27 days
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I'm really glad they had Michael stab Jon.
Like, it was one of the most random things to happen in the entire podcast (so far). There was no buildup to it. I actually have no idea why he did it. He just came to the archive, picked up his victim, said some cryptic stuff and stabbed Jon.
But i love it. No chaotic neutral character is complete if he doesn't do a bit of stabbing.
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mag200 · 2 years
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MAG47: The New Door
watercolor, ink, and charcoal // kofi
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ecoamerica · 23 days
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Love you homophobic vase, I'm sorry I got talked out of labeling you just that. Did this cool quote from Salesa instead.
I have another for mag 47, Michael has so many good lines but I haven't come up with a design yet.
One of those basic episodes with a straight banger quote in it, "NO ONE IS COMING" is so raw and out of nowhere.
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Round Two Part Seven - Match 53
Helen's here! And still human!! But on the other hand, teeth bag... Thrown Away had 156 votes last round, nearly a 100 vote lead.
MAG 047 - The New Door | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript
Statement of Helen Richardson, regarding a new door in a house she was selling.
MAG 005 - Thrown Away | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript
Statement of Keiran Woodward, regarding items recovered from the refuse of 93 Lancaster Rd, Walthamstowe.
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joespookysstatements · 9 months
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I’ve just tried digital art for the first time, I think it turned out nice enough.
“It was a small, unremarkable door, painted dark yellow, with a matte-black handle. And it wasn’t there before…It was lit by electric lamps attached to the walls every ten feet or so, and the walls were papered over in a swirling green pattern. Running down the middle of the faded yellow carpet was a rug, black and thick, that disappeared off as the path very gradually curved to the left.”
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namesconfuseme · 1 year
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So I'm gonna post this but its not finished.
I don't think I'm gonna finish it but still wanted to post some fanart I did for episode 47 of MAG
POSSIBLE SPOILERS
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ellar232 · 8 months
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The spiral door doodle
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red-akara · 2 years
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MAG 47: The New Door shook me up and melted my brain, oh my word…
“Did you notice which door she went through?”
Like UGGGGHhhhhghhhhh!
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thinplacesradio · 1 year
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a boardwalk arcade at night, empty. the image is slightly distorted by VHS fuzz. [002] THE NEW DOOR. A CALLER DREAMS A NEW DOOR. THE HOST DOES HER LAUNDRY.
listen anywhere. 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 intro]
I’m coming to you live from my studio, which is what i like to call this 24-hour laundromat with broken orange plastic chairs, rattly old AC, and, for some godforsaken reason, an arcade console, that’s not turning on. I’ve always liked laundromats - the neon stuttering in the window, clean-laundry smell, the white-noise of the washer-dryers, the almost-too-hot-stuffy air. It’s comforting. Like… a womb. Or a coffin.
What is Thin Places Radio? Well, you can call in about anything strange that you've got going on in your life. Do you hear your footsteps lag when you’re walking down that series of interconnected subterranean tunnels? Is there a ghost in your washing machine? Or, is there a padlock in your friends’ attic you can’t - or shouldn’t - open?
Call in, get it off your chest. Lines are open.
[click] [voicemail:]
“I'm calling because I just woke up after a dream where the house that I'm living in - the rooms were changing and rearranging themselves? Not the contents, but where they were in the house. Like I'd walk into where the kitchen used to be and it was a different room? Not necessarily. A room I'd seen before? And I thought it was just a dream, but when I woke up, I walked out of my bedroom and was making my way towards the bathroom. And I noticed a door I hadn't seen before. And I was wondering. Should I open that?”
[click] 
Hi, caller - I’m so glad you left me a message. You never know when you might look at something you’ve seen for years, or maybe even your whole life, and realize that, suddenly, nothing is the way that you thought it was. The unheimlich. Something that should be familiar - your house - is unfamiliar. Something that should be unfamiliar - a new door - is actually something you recognize. 
I’m usually okay with answers, but I don’t think I can answer this one for you. Because you can’t unring a bell. You can’t undream a dream. And you can’t unopen a door - even if you never go through it after all. 
There are a thousand possible futures. There are a thousand possible yous in those thousand possible futures. But, here’s the thing - all of those yous are still you. All of those yous are still beloved, no matter what happens. 
Should you open the door? I don’t know. Can you live with the unanswered question if you don’t? 
[click] [searching music]
Right now, as you’re listening to this, an act of kindness is taking place. Acts of brutality, too, and desperation, and hopelessness, and hopefulness. But also kindness - the kind that comes for free, between strangers, with no benefit to be gained.
Somewhere, right now, a twenty-two year old is crying on the steps outside their apartment. They just moved to this city, and they’ve locked themselves out, but that isn’t why they’re crying. Their reasons are too big to articulate, and also too easy. A sixty-seven year old woman is walking past them. She understands feeling alone, a stranger to yourself and to everybody else. The twenty-two year old thinks it’s a kindness to be ignored, but it’s not. It’s just politeness. The woman fishes a packet of Kleenex out of her purse. “I won’t tell you to cheer up,” she says. The twenty-two year old blows their nose. “Cry as long as you’d like. But after you’ve finished, pick yourself back up. You are very strong, even though you wish you didn’t have to be.” And she nods. It’s what she would have wanted to hear. And, somehow, it’s what they needed to hear, too. 
[click]
Something weird, listeners: megafauna! Why do you think moose are so big? It’s ‘cause of dinosaurs. Did you know that ancient rats were ten times the size of modern rats? I know this because I think I might be seeing the last remaining one sniffing its way along the shelves on the wall of this laundromat. 
[click]
Alright, looks like the spin cycle’s done. And - huh. The ancient video game looks like it’s turned itself back on. It’s got the title flashing there now - POLYBIUS? Maybe I’ll play a few rounds while I'm waiting. Maybe I won't. Either way, the future’s wide open. 
[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.
[click]
[static] [Traveling Sales Rep: visit us at the - diner just off -] [Various Garbled Voices: ]  
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 Emily Carlson. 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 story to tell or a question to ask, give us a call at ‪(717) 382-8093‬. The lines are always open.
[Thin Places Theme outro]
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3y3-see-you · 2 years
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Got magnus archives brainrot so I drew some Helen Distortion art while I relisten
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marzipanandminutiae · 10 days
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"most allegedly haunted houses turn out to have gas leaks!"
no they don't. you are merely skimming the surface of mundane shit that can be wrong with old houses with your one puny little explanation that only fits a very small number of cases. try harder
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shadow-the-crow · 1 month
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"I am talking about myself. It’s not something I’m used to doing, so I’m sorry if I’m not very good at it."
Oh baby. My sweet baby.
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some good news!! the spanish state's ministry of equality has finally passed one of the most progressive trans laws on the planet, shielded free and universal access to abortion and banned conversion therapy and genital surgery for intersex babies, among a lot of other feminist policies. the minister of equality irene montero gave a speech thanking spain's lgtb and trans associations for helping her draft these legislations. couldn't be more proud!!
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beaft · 9 months
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off of my last post: i feel like corporate horror has such a rich seam of possibilities that are just begging to be mined. the helpless, nightmarish feeling of watching your life get chewed up by the implacable machinery of faceless corporations in which you are nothing but an easily-replaceable cog and knowing the whole time that you chose to be here. that you can, theoretically, leave any time you want. mindless, pointless busywork that you're expected to take pride in even when it has no measurable impact. feeling like you're running on a treadmill - always busy, never achieving anything. upper managers who only communicate with you by email. CEOs who never communicate with you at all, and may not actually exist for all you know. you can leave any time you want. but you can't, can you? not really. you still have to pay the bills.
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Round Two Part Seven Masterpost
Round Two Part Seven will be open for voting April 26-May 3, noon to noon (EST)!
MAG 160 The Eye Opens vs. MAG 70 Book of the Dead
MAG 116 The Show Must Go On vs. MAG 115 Taking Stock
MAG 28 Skintight vs. MAG 6 Squirm
MAG 132 Entombed vs. MAG 98 Lights Out
MAG 47 The New Door vs. MAG 5 Thrown Away
MAG 162 A Cosy Cabin vs. MAG 92 Nothing Beside Remains
MAG 86 Tucked In vs. MAG 112 Thrill of the Chase
MAG 102 Nesting Instinct vs. MAG 170 Recollection
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batcavescolony · 1 year
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Nightwing: hey Titans, umm id like to introduce you to Robin
Tim Robin: Hi
Titans: uhhh hi
Kory: h-WAIT you're the kid that showed up at my door asking about Nightwing! How did you get my address?
Dick: yeah he does that but it's fine, he's Robin now.
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