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STOP. moment of gratitude for those precious times of breathing from your nostrils when you don't have a stuffy nose
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I just realized that the oath system in BG3 runs on pure unadulterated capitalism. Like the only reason to be an oathbreaker (and this be hated and despised) is because you didn’t have enough money to pay the guy off to get your oath back.
You can commit mass murder every day and still just keep buying back your oath of devotion if you’re rich enough.
Being a paladin with an oath doesn’t mean you’re a good person. It probably just means you’re rich and powerful and above the law.
I think Baldur’s Gate 3 might have given me unrealistic expectations about paladin oathbreaking. The Dungeon Master’s Guide makes it seem like a big deal and you have to be actually evil to become an Oathbreaker.
BG3 makes it feel like the paladins equivalent of getting a parking ticket.
Like I think it’s supposed to be such a big deal but they make it *so hard* to go fifteen minutes without breaking your oath.
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I think Baldur’s Gate 3 might have given me unrealistic expectations about paladin oathbreaking. The Dungeon Master’s Guide makes it seem like a big deal and you have to be actually evil to become an Oathbreaker.
BG3 makes it feel like the paladins equivalent of getting a parking ticket.
Like I think it’s supposed to be such a big deal but they make it *so hard* to go fifteen minutes without breaking your oath.
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eeveenicks · 21 hours
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All I can think is that Raphael sleeps on that like Michael Scott in that one episode of the Office because Haarlep wants the whole bed
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i was grabbing House of Hope references for my Haarlep drawing and noticed there's a stool in front of the bed
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Another laezel
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I love this so much and would totally love having these from my grandparents or writing my own but I come from a family of Italian-American cooking sorcerers and there’s no such thing as a recipe.
One of us will be making sauce and if you ask how they’re making it, it’s always “I’m making it my mother’s way” or “I’m making it your aunt’s way” and we all just know what that means.
There’s no naming of ingredients and what the fuck are measurements. It’s just “try to make it taste more like that. You know what I mean.” Followed by large nonsensical hand gestures. And it just makes sense.
This also applies to baking. Our cookie “recipes” are all like “mix these three things until it looks right. Yeah you can use sugar for that if you want. And then bake it. What do you mean what temperature and how long??? You bake it until it’s done! You’ve eaten them before! You know how they are supposed to come out!”
We can’t give out recipe cards to anyone because every time we try to give a “recipe” to someone outside the family, they can never replicate it. You just have to know it.
And this is how I cook and bake to this day. I just know what I want the texture to be and how I want it to taste so I just make it be like that. Don’t ask me how.
And now I’m wondering how much of that stemmed from the fact that my grandparents were peasants in the old country and even of those generations that do know how to read and write, not all of us knew how to do it in the same language.
So in our family, I guess the love is stored in the emphatic yelling and wild gesturing and the weird secret food language we accidentally built.
Me: "I don't often cook but I'm going to quick look through my mom's recipe cards and see if I can find that specific recipe"
Me, 15 minutes later, sobbing: "Love is stored in handwritten recipe cards"
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Whoever invented "open in app" links that redirect you to the app store instead of actually opening the app even when you already have the app installed on your phone should be involuntarily turned into a beanbag chair
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i'm sorry but this is the only submission to this trend that i'll consider giving any thought to
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the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like “what?” and it meows at u
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Bg3 but it’s country/western fantasy and Raphael has a handlebar mustache, and my character is a dual hand crossbow wielding ranger/bard multicast and OF COURSE the House of Hope battle is the exact plot of the song “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”.
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He's acting like he's all tough eating those Flamin' Hot Crunchy Cheetos but we all know he's cheating because he's immune to fire damage so they don't even burn. 😔
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i literally lost my mind when i finally got this cutscene
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