Total F-bombs Critical Role Campaign 3 Episode 31 Breaking Point
Per Character:
Ashton: 21
Chetney: 15
Fearne: 1
Fresh Cut Grass: 4
Imogen: 3
Laudna: 4
Orym: 1
Total Fucks for Campaign So Far:
Fearne: 7
Orym: 25
Fresh Cut Grass: 36
Imogen: 79
Laudna: 82
Chetney: 238
Ashton: 502
Dorian: 18
Numbers collected from watching and following transcripts and are subject to when the curse is said in character. I’m only human so these counts might not be perfect if I didn’t hear something or thought a f*ck was being said by the player not the character.
benoit blanc living across from a retired nate and sophie and instantly having beef with nate. they keep inviting each other over for dinner (sophie and phillip get along fabulously) and dinner keeps turning into a furious battle of wills as nate and benoit argue over courts of law, and more importantly what to do when such systems fail individuals. sophie and phillip blithely continue discussing what broadway production they might catch next over the sound of two brilliant minds whirring at 200 miles an hour
nate and sophie insist they dont have any children, but at irregular times of year and any hour of the night, they are visited by three young people. benoit manages to waylay the one named ‘hardison’ by the lifts, once; phillip catches 'eliot’ out in the hallway grumpily fixing the doorbell to nate and sophie’s apartment a few months later. the third, however, they’ve only ever glimpsed as a flash of a high ponytail, or squeezed between the other two, blocking her lithe frame from view.
(some nights they hear a yip of delight followed by a metallic zzzip going straight down past their windows, but that probably has nothing to do with anything)
sometimes, after cases that dont mete out the justice benoit knows the world deserves, or when a rich asshole has enough money and power up their sleeves to get away, despite it all, nate and sophie like to come by with dessert and sherry, and stay later than usual, until the whole affair entire is unravelled. a few weeks, sometimes months later, the inevitable happens - the rich asshole’s web of lies pulls taut, exposing them to the authorities and the world in an almost ridiculous set of circumstances.
benoit likes to think of it as divine justice. phillip has his own suspicions.
So I’m reading for an art history class, and Baudrillard is talking about the trends in colour usage from generation to generation (mostly in interior design, but there’s definite spillover into fashion, architecture, etc.), and how every new colour movement is a direct rebellion against the previous one, like how the bright colours of the 60s/70s were a direct response to the austerity and seriousness of the WWII/postwar era, and how a shift back to organized, moralistic neutrals were a direct rejection of 60s/70s gaudiness, etc., and that all makes sense, people find their parent’s style tacky, sure
But he goes on to observe how we’ve now been stuck in a lull of pasty tones and naturalistic finishes for some time, and I’m thinking yes, he’s so right, but that’s weird, because its been hanging around for so long, like what is it rebelling against anymore? What is it answering to? Well all I had to do was be patient because lo and behold, Baudrillard provides the following sentence, which caused me to completely wig out:
“…except of course, for the spheres of advertising and commerce, where colour’s power to corrupt enjoys full rein”
And I’m like ooohhhhHHHHHH, so this colourless minimalist wasteland of a design principle:
Is maybe hanging on so stubbornly because this corporate hellscape:
is assaulting all of our eyes, inside and outside of our homes, every waking second, and is tainting the very concept of colour into something we can’t relax around in our living spaces.
