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bun-the-gee · 9 hours ago
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queer as in gay but also queer as in unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
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bun-the-gee · 5 days ago
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bun-the-gee · 8 days ago
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hes writing a college paper on diplomacy between humans and monsters. he wants to become a lawyer :)
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bun-the-gee · 23 days ago
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Green Vibes T-Shirt $35.00
It’s not easy being green, but it looks good. Let the world know with a nice tee.
100% pre-shrunk cotton.
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bun-the-gee · a month ago
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DO ANIMALS TALK TO YOU?
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... Wait, what?
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bun-the-gee · a month ago
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bun-the-gee · a month ago
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hey do you guys know about the uncomfortably horny BDSM song cut from Disney’s Aladdin
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bun-the-gee · a month ago
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I hate it when people say u need to learn the basics of art before u go into it...the true way to learn art is actually going directly to drawing what you like, then being so attached to it that you have to go back and learn the fundamentals in order to make the art of what you like better.
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bun-the-gee · a month ago
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Okay– you guys want another cute story about my parents and food?
So my mother is an amazing baker. And as I mentioned in a reblog of the Oranges post, my parents now always keep fresh fruit in the house – particularly bananas (my dad likes them with his breakfast). And whenever the bananas go brown, mom makes (really goddamn delicious) banana bread.
My parents are very avid outdoorsy folks and do a lot of hiking. They live in a mountainous region and basically climb a mountain every weekend (most of the mountains here are under 6,000 feet, but rocky), including in the middle of winter. Because cold and exertion eat through your blood sugar, they always pack trail snacks, and they developed a tradition of bringing a mini loaf of mom’s banana bread that they share on the summit.
Now a few years ago my father was having a midlife crisis and decided he was going to hike a REALLY big mountain. So he signed up for an expedition to climb Mt. Denali in Alaska – the tallest peak in North America. The group he was going with had a trip planned where everyone would be responsible for hiking with and carrying their own gear, so you had to be prepared to hike up a big fuckoff mountain in potentially treacherous conditions with a heavy pack.
My mother was not going on this expedition (she has problems with altitude sickness) but dammit, she was not going to let my dad go get himself killed by being unprepared. So in the year leading up to his climb, she kinda became his personal trainer. They hiked the local mountains a lot and in all kinds of weather conditions, practiced rope training and crevasse rescue techniques, and she made sure he practiced climbing with increasingly heavy packs until he was hauling around 65lbs of weights on his back. Sometimes she would even sit in a sled in the snow and make him pull her. 
When the trip finally came, dad was incredibly excited, and amused that his gear pack actually ended up being lighter than his practice pack. A number of other folks in the expedition had practiced going up a stair machines with weight on their backs, but mom had dragged dad through all the really rocky, treacherous trails around here with ice and water crossings, so he had solid balance from really moving with that amount of weight. Over the course of the climb (which took a couple weeks), half of the hikers ended up turning back (for various reasons), but despite being the oldest in the group, dad was one of the few to summit. 
And on the day he made it to the top, at 20,310 feet of elevation, he pulled out of his pack, wrapped in foil and mostly frozen but intact despite the long trip, a loaf of my mother’s banana bread, to eat on top of the world. Because, he said later, even if she wasn’t there with him, she was the reason he made it to the top.
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bun-the-gee · a month ago
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bun-the-gee · 2 months ago
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scene before movie climax:
protagonist: So who’s with me?
*5 seconds of silence*
the stoic one: *looks up* im in
4 people one after the other: me to
*after everyone else has joined we see The Edgy One standing in the back*
*2 more seconds of silence*
The Edgy One: *chortles* we’re all gonna die… what the hell, im in
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bun-the-gee · 2 months ago
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Imagine if you were getting jumped by a bunch of Narrators and you heard one of them say "take his ass to the Zending staircase"
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bun-the-gee · 2 months ago
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Narrator wakes up to find himself a player of his own game. Stanley has a rude awakening.
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bun-the-gee · 2 months ago
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C’est la Chanson sur La Mémory Zone having a verse that says "Don't make me choose my love" is so interesting to me because what I found most striking upon playing the ultra deluxe content was that it's (for the most part) pretty straightforward and devoid of choices. Which were like, the entire gimmick of tsp.
I've taken it to symbolize the character development between stanley and the narrator between each game. Unless you're doing bucket stuff or falling in the mostly infinite hole, you aren't fighting with the narrator at all. Stanley and The Narrator both agree to put aside their differences, both in order to bask in the good ol' days together, and because they know they don't have a choice (ha) otherwise. It's been 9 years since the release of The Stanley Parable for the PC, after all, and both characters are still present and accounted for. There is no escape, the end is never the end, so might as well enjoy what you have instead of trying to tear each other's throats out.
The skip button is the most notable exception to this, but even that, in a similar way to the og apartment ending, is not at all a choice on your behalf. Yes, you can stand around and let the dialogue loop, but you're going to have to press it eventually if you want to progress. And the narrator programmed this into the game, part of me thinks he knows this.
Or maybe he doesn't? Maybe he doesn't remember the lesson of the apartment ending. The confusion ending reveals he's liable to forget quite often. Maybe, even, that's why he needs the memory zone. I can't pretend to know.
The original stanley parable was about the illusion of choice. TSPUD doesn't feel the need to keep the curtains up any longer. The choices weren't real anyway, why try to hide it? You don't get a choice to change the game's past, and you are not the person in charge of changing the game's future. The Narrator barely even is. If you're not in charge, and the narrator's not in charge, who's flying the plane?
Alternatively: Stanley, who obeys the whim of The Narrator, is a representation of false free will; feeling like you have a choice even though you are not the authority. The Narrator, who obeys the whim of The Audience, is a representation of obligation; feeling like you have no choice even though you are the authority.
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bun-the-gee · 2 months ago
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ok hi stanley parable fandom heres the gilf
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bun-the-gee · 2 months ago
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Stanley’s whole purpose in life is to press buttons and you trapped him forever with a button he cannot press
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bun-the-gee · 2 months ago
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oh my god no not the narrator with cat headphones /j
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that wasnt very "based" of you, stanley
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