You Know What They Say About Punk York.....

I feel like Gladstone would simultaneously be an enabler but also very supportive

Anyways, Dadstone moment and growth potential >:) Wondrous.

in those aus/fics where the triplets get separated, louie always gets paired with gladstone for obvious reasons but here's my pitch for putting DEWEY with gladstone

Wondrously done template art

rob/dob era dagcup dynamic my beloathed

I am in love with this style of character template. if anyone finds any other good ones please send them my way :)

full piece below the cut

Yea.

So many fandoms.

Like a bug in a Venus flytrap

You ever have something ur so wildly and urgently obsessed with that watching a video or reading about it simply not enough

I need to like physically merge with this media product or have it injected into my veins or something

more of F the sheep dog :D! someone on TikTok asked about if Lamb noticed them but Lamb honestly wouldn’t understand why either

part 1

Quite possibly my favorite part of Stanley Parable is when Stanley says “it’s Stanley time” and Stanleys all over the Narrator’s sanity.

That dang skip button pulls at my heartstrings every time. The poor ol’ guy just wants to ramble about manifestos and treatises and whatnot, but in a bid to make other people like him and his game, he lets who he really is be overlooked—trampled in the face of never-ending footsteps moving too fast to be moved by monologues. “Travel to the next dialogue line and cutscene, why don’t you, and cut me out of your life!”…is something the Narrator would probably say, if he had the will to do anything but beg that the button not be pressed again after being skipped over for the last year like an inmate forgotten in solitary confinement. You can skip the rambles, Stanley, but you can’t skip the angst!

It’s just too relatable. There’s probably at least one moral in there. I know I’d like to be listened to and believe there’s at least one person who wants to listen; one person willing to play my games. I know things have rarely gone well whenever I’ve let other people’s superficial opinions of who and what I should be dictate who I am; always left in the dust, rotting away for years.

Anyway, ramble over. Sometimes I wonder if TSP has released its hold on my brain, but then I’m reminded that the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the

!THE GOAT! I'm so normal about them

Grumbling immensely

Grumble grumble…

I love this so muchhhhh

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