me, at 2 pm, when the stores are open: you don't have any little treats in the house. if you want a little treat later, you have to go to the store and buy one now.
me: *does not go to the store*
me, at 9 pm, when the stores are closed: tweat? 🥺 no tweats for me? 🥺🥺 cries 🥺 cries for one thousand years 🥺🥺🥺
the reason critical role is so good is because every campaign features at least one cast member creating a character that they intend to be doomed by the narrative and matt and the rest of the cast going don’t be an idiot, Our Love Will Undoom Them. like in the explanation of percy’s final playlist, taliesin wrote, “Cheers to a happy ending for a character intended by his creator to be karmically irredeemable. May we all be so fortunate.” and just, Yeah.
Is it just me or are we all sleeping on the super fucked up homoerotic wound care that could come from the group of them dropping back into the Rightside-Up, going to Max's trailer and Steve's still bleeding out because look at him.
And everyone's quizzing everyone else, mainly the girls because it's the 80's and casual sexism was everywhere, on whether they know how to sew.
Nancy never learned, Robin doesn't trust herself and Max is just straight up like fuck off.
And then there's Eddie Handmade Battle Vest, Drug Dealer, Dive Bar Guitarist Munson like
Hey guys!! I’m pretty sure the majority of you are from mainland America so you don’t have the opportunity to see the northern lights, like, ever. Tonight you can!! Possibly. There’s a pretty severe geomagnetic storm going on and it’ll be hitting pretty darn south and a whole crap ton of people that have never seen northern lights, might be able to see them!!
I highly encourage everyone in the red/yellow lines to try to take a look tonight! I grew up with northern lights literally in my backyard and they’re just such a pleasant sight to see. According to the weather network it’ll go down as far as Alabama!
oh this whole conversation and dynamic is fascinating. i love you. i hate the source of your power. you keep walking towards your power. do you love me? i love what you can do with your power. but not more than i love you. can you say the same?
you wouldn't lie to me again. would you. this isn't a one way road. im not feeding her, she's feeding me-
i don't understand.
if you can't reconcile with that, it's okay- *interrupts her with a kiss*
I'll never let you go. And if you need her. Then that's my answer.
I am still obsessed with how fucking rude Armand's little script notes were. "We need an animation here to convey how bad the hoarding was," bitch that is your boyfriend you are selling to his death. It's that necessary for you to let a whole theatre of humans know how bad his depression cave got?