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Thomas D. Lee
@thomasdlee.bsky.social
Sunday Times bestselling author (he/him)
Buy PERILOUS TIMES, it has a talking squirrel
Visiting Lecturer at City St George's University London
Worried about climate stuff
Repped by Harry Illingworth at @dhhlitagency
Linktree: https://t.co/psdOEXpR3h
I also laughed at the ending!!
November 11, 2025 at 8:52 PM
I saw this last night and loved it
November 11, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Oh good 😂
November 11, 2025 at 8:28 PM
You're not an NPC you're an MVP!!!!
November 11, 2025 at 6:17 PM
Lovely autumn tones
November 10, 2025 at 4:44 PM
Sign me up!
November 10, 2025 at 10:28 AM
Poor Bailey! This sort of thing really pisses me off. People shouldn't have dogs if they aren't going to train and handle them properly.
November 10, 2025 at 9:57 AM
Update: my ankle pain is really flaring up today. I assume this is because I have angered the demon stool by scalping him. Have drawn a Chi Rho on him to try and restrain his malice.
November 9, 2025 at 4:21 PM
I'll report back on whether its behaviour changes after the reupholstery
November 8, 2025 at 6:47 PM
I've heard there's not much money in it 🤣
November 8, 2025 at 5:34 PM
I have spilled beer on it before so I think that counts. It doesn't seem to have helped much.
November 8, 2025 at 5:33 PM
The moral of the story, as far as I can tell, is to beware free furniture, and to take good care of your household demons.
November 8, 2025 at 3:09 PM
I have advised my mother to sprinkle holy water over him before she attempts to work her magic. It's possible that he might just burst into flames, so it may be impossible to successfully reupholster him. But I will add to this thread with any further updates.
November 8, 2025 at 3:09 PM
'Yeah you can scream all you like, but it's your own fault for breaking my ankle you demon fuck'
November 8, 2025 at 3:09 PM
So, after much deliberation, I have asked my very talented mother whether she can reupholster the demon stool and give him a new lease of life. This meant that I could take out my frustrations upon him with a Swiss army knife.
November 8, 2025 at 3:09 PM
It permanently fucked up my ankle and it keeps ruining the rug, but to my surprise we have developed a strange twisted bond of hatred for each, like a primeval hunter and his prey who form a grudging respect when they find that they cannot kill each other.
November 8, 2025 at 3:09 PM
Today, on my to-do list, item number four was 'throw out demon stool'. I walked over to it and beheld it, grizzled and snarling, surrounded by flakes of its own yellow viscera. And I found to my surprise that I couldn't quite bring myself to get rid of it.
November 8, 2025 at 3:09 PM
I've thought about destroying the demon stool. Friends and family have offered to drive it to the tip, or smash it with hammers, or take it away and burn it. I have wondered if I should put it back from whence it came, in the free stuff area of the lobby, and inflict it upon some other poor soul.
November 8, 2025 at 3:09 PM
Here, my friends, is the demon stool. Even by sharing this image with you I have put you in danger. Please make the sign of the cross, or utter a protective charm of your choosing, before you continue reading.
November 8, 2025 at 3:09 PM
I punished the demon stool by making it into a gaming chair instead of a writing stool. I sit on it while I play on my second-hand PS3. It began to retaliate by shedding its strange yellow innards all over the rug.
November 8, 2025 at 3:09 PM
X-rays and physiotherapists have found nothing outwardly wrong with my ankle. But I know the truth. My affliction is of a metaphysical nature. The demon stool has worked its foul magics, and my ankle is irredeemably fucked.
November 8, 2025 at 3:09 PM
Miraculously, my ankle seemed fine a couple of hours later. I could put weight on it and walk around without any pain. It was only when I went for a run a few days later that my ankle started screaming at me and I had to hobble home and lie on the sofa again.
November 8, 2025 at 3:09 PM