Dicks And Stones May Break My Bones

Throne: throne.com/punmonster ehlers danlos has made it hard to draw these days, but still trying my best to create.

[blackkatdraws2]

[Office Pet] All the William and Hands art I made so far

[lianedegrenade]

the detached brutality of all these “women need to have more babies” thinkpieces man

[lianedegrenade]

split your body wide open for the stock market

[blackkatdraws2]

[Office Pet] Art comp of Poppy and William

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[houndmother]

many of you just. genuinely don’t believe that people can grow and change.

[houndmother]

this is about the death penalty and its also about call out posts about people who have already apologized for things they did a long time ago and it’s also about using ‘toxic’ or ‘abuser’ as if its an immutable class of person, and its also about any other circumstance with permanent consequences or wherein you assume someone is still the same person they were.

[punmonster]

if theres ever going to be more tsp content, it is my very selfish desire that kevan squire someone in as the new narrator. mans retired. man needs rest.

maybe its a legacy that no one else has a right to though, with how much it defined him back. and the role being contained to one life time makes it all the more precious.

[prokopetz]

One of my favourite bits of Middle English trivia is that in medieval England, illusionism – that is, stage magic based on sleight of hand – was considered to be part of the juggler's art, which eventually caused many words for "magic" to acquire a secondary meaning of "juggling", and vice versa. If you read in an account from the period that someone practised jugglery, that means they were either a juggler or a sorcerer, and sometimes the context does not help!

[punmonster]

i bet the narrator would snore if he slept. honk mimimimi ass bitch

[pochayun]

spin the wheel and assign an animal to prev

[punmonster]

accidentally neemed a praying mantis in my rose bush so i grabbed the hose and misted it, then it tried to climb the side of my house and scowled at me from atop the water meter. hopefully not an invasive mantis. it was pretty big. grabbing the neem oil again if i find a stash of butterfly wings back there

[punmonster]

in my desperation to make my silicone caulking tube produce silicone again, I stuck petroleum jelly in the tip

that bullshit fucking worked

[punmonster]

if they reversed roles, stanley would still be mute and the narrator would still be the yapper. but stanley would lean even more heavily into environmental story telling. its like if wiley e coyote ran the acme factory

narrator runs half way up the staircase that kills you and has a heart attack. when he resets he has a life alert necklace and the staircase has a first aid booth on the second flight.

sometimes stanley drops the staircase before he gets to the first platform and the narrator begs him to reset because it really really hurts

[punmonster]

tsp cosmic horror

the idea of the parrable and the narrator and stanley being a single system is pretty terrifying.

its like a cosmic horror that dresses itself up as a videogame to trap its food. commentary? deconstruction? no. supernatural entity with mimicry adaptions. thats why everything is a little off and nothing comes out of the vending machines.

the narrator isn't really its own entity. He serves the same purpose as, say, an adrenal gland. stanley is a mucus coating or something. the curator, mariella, everything is an illusion of individuality in order to fit together for one purpose. to attract, consume, and process fuel for something that exists outside your definition of life.

what does it consume from the player as they pass through it, exit, then pass through it again and again. There's a resource inside you that's being eaten up each time you play. something inside the human mind or soul. by the end, you experience something like "museum fatigue".

and when the little glowing light loses its luster and the beast grows hungry again? thats when you get updates. it adapts. and it costs money because a writhing "worm" attracts more attention than a limp lure.

oh and the cosmic horror lives inside the devs giant fish tank. they call it the money fish

[punmonster]

seeing a trend of him calling you boy even when you arent stanley. decent example of how he tries to impress his story upon a wavering reality. his grasp at control, to decide he is making a story about a boy and so you must be a boy. personally, i am a little freak so i find this hot, like any time hes being an asshole. and it leads to this kind of scenario ->

reader: narrator i have g cups the waitress thinks you have dementia

[punmonster]

ive been having tech issues for a while but tumblr fina let me turn on anon

[punmonster]

heres a fun idea: any time the not stanley shows up, its the demo player haunting the narrative

[punmonster]

isolation chamber with the narrator gives big "little match girl" vibes.

sad that im going to die here. i want to play 8 minutes in heaven with this narrator. we are sitting against the wall leaning on each other. his hair is in my eyes. its soft. my body grows tired, grows hungry and we dream of feasts. stories dont die as long as someone is there to tell them.

i think of ancient orators and the circular stone rooms that echo their words before the written recordings.

he lights another match

[punmonster]

stanley seeing buckets where there are no buckets and seeing things that arent buckets as buckets is a point driven home by the "20 buckets in one photo" bucket photo. What else is really in that photo, that is not a bucket