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Digital Art Is So Much Fun To Mess Around With. Combine That With The Spiral And Well
digital art is so much fun to mess around with. combine that with The Spiral and well…
you get this eyesore.

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thank fucking god I'm not 14 anymore
on episode 1 of tmagp
Samama Khalid. You are in a MAGNUS podcast…
STOP ASKING QUESTIONS. YOU WILL DIE.
MILD TMA SEASON 3 SPOILERS
Okay so like, i don’t think i ever mentioned this on here but i just HAVE to give this iconic moment its own post of honor.
when everyone is recording their mini-statements right before The Unknowing in MAG 117

[clattering sounds] was 100% Daisy cocking a gun, right?? cause that is definitely what i heard.
i love her so much.
there is nothing like the feeling of a crocheter figuring out how to knit for the first time.
it’s me, i’m the crocheter.
she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”