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Word of Honor as text posts (48/?)

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it's missing wenzhou hours friends

happy lunar new year!! 🧧🧨🐉

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well… behold my attempt on “okay i’ll make a quick environmental sketch just for practice and i definitely won’t spend 16+ hours on it”

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Word of Honor as text posts (46/?) source x layout insp x

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guy who talks about how much he hates furries and "SJWs" in 2024 like a soldier who got lost in a jungle and doesnt know his war already ended like a decade ago

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Many people don't understand the difference between a paladin and an inquisitor. I mean, they're both religious warrior guys, right? What's the difference?

I mean, a lot? It's their whole motive and origin story, really.

A paladin is someone who has dedicated their life to a quest, to an oath, and they have done this out of a sense of religious devotion. They have said to their god that they believe this cause is righteous and holy and they will put their life and soul on the line for it, and their god has agreed with them, and given them boons and powers and protection in service of that mission. Paladins are deeply religious people, but you'll never see them praying: for them, their worship is in every swing of the sword, in every innocent protected, in every wrong righted. Their prayer is devotion to their cause.

Inquisitors... Are different. They didn't devote themselves to a cause so strongly it feels like dogma. They didn't take an unbreakable oath to stay on the one path for the rest of their days. They're someone who, at the end of their rope, prayed to the one thing they could still believe in and asked their god to give them a weapon that could destroy everything wrong in the world.

At their lowest moment when everything but their faith had been shattered, they used the last of their strength to ask for something, anything, to renew their purpose in this world. With nothing left to lose, they cried out to the heavens... In response, the clouds parted and glorious light shone down and God handed them a pistol.

A paladin is devoted to a cause, when can be everything from "the lich much be destroyed" to "the city's orphans need protection and food and shelter". Inquisitors are instead people who cried out "beloved god, the world is horrible and broken and full of sin!" and their god said "You're right. Take this sword and go kill the problem."

At the end of the day, a paladin is someone who is defined by an absolutely willingness to do whatever it takes to follow their oath.

An inquisitor is instead someone who has only one singular solution to every problem in the world, and it's kept very sharp.

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Not what I expected coming from John Green

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This is so wholesome

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yes it's cool when unrequited love isn't treated as this huge tragedy and people can still be friends or accept it and move on but i do love the fucked up dynamic you get when someone is so utterly obsessed with someone else that they beg and plead with them just to be allowed to devote themselves to them like a dog even if they get nothing in return for it. when the love is completely one sided but it isn't any less intense for it.

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Daily Mirror, England, January 23, 1923 Image © The British Library Board. All Rights Reserved.

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A goddamn legend walks among us

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SOURCE

this is so infuriating

1. She's fully dressed

2. "All students are treated equally" wrong you don't even let all students wear pants

3. it's 2024

4. as a little bit of extra dirt in the wound, the girl denied entry literally lost her father a month before the prom

5. IT'S 202FUCKING4

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Sometimes do u just wake up and think oh wow we are still alive!! And then u keep on hopping god bless

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Oh that two year gap on my resume was when I was the architect of my own hell