#caleb is kinda super threatening when he wants to be

[elsinorelive]

Am I really supposed to like Nancy? She's kinda a complete bitch and I'm only 3 episodes in.

I ADORE Joe Keery, Steve's a fucking douchenozzle asking Nancy to lie to the cops about the beer at his party, when her best friend is missing? Fuck off man. (I still want to bite his stupid neck).

I forgot that they're literal children. CHILDREN. And they're played by actual children which just fucking hits different. Its like watching early shameless and looking at tiny baby Cam getting the shit beat out of him and its just wrong.

Caleb, Gaten and Finn are so good together. The dynamics of their little group are so impressive, I believe that they have been nerd friends for years, they spend all their time together, finish each other's sentences. And knowing that they grow up to be stupid talented teenagers/adults both in the show and in real life just warms by cold dead heart.

God I love David Harbour. I doubt there is anyone else that would have been able to bring that level of humanity, humor and unhinged mayhem to Jim Hopper. Plus he's handsome as fuck.

Wynonna Ryder is peak.

It is really weird watching this know what is going to happen and how a lot of the story plays out, I can see the connections in some of the smaller ways. Nance uses 'bullshit' constantly, its not surprising that she choses to throw that at Steve. Steve plays insecure and confident in the same sentence, sincere and guarded. Nance showing gun prowess in season 1.

Fuck this blonde lady is so scary, Mr. Clarke is too nice for her bullshit.

Dustin is the voice of reason for these kids. Mike and Lucas both have anger issues, both lash out when threatened. Dustin just wants them to figure their shit out and get Will back.

Karen Wheeler knows how to pick locks, that sneaky sneaky broad.

Mille Bobbie Brown is an intensely perfect choice for El. There is nothing I can say that would match just watching her act.

Steve fucking deserved to get punched. Callahan however, did not. (The first glimpse of Steve in my favorite state; covered in blood.)

Jonathan is trying so hard to do better than his father. I remember watching his the first time and hating Jonathan, like yes, taking pics of Nancy and Steve together was obviously wrong and super creepy. But Jon is still trying to be better, for his mom, for his brother. Do I like Jonathan? Eh. Am I interested in his character development? Yes.

Steve couldn't take Jonathan in season 1 and by season 4 he's ripping apart demobats with his teeth. Character Development.

Stevie helping with the graffiti, ugh, I love him.

I love the Joyce just trusts that El can find will and that Hop just accepts that this is what they do now and even if he gets fucking drugged again, he will protect these kids. I just love Hop.

Steve's redemption arc starting with getting a gun pulled on him by his ex-girlfriend is exactly what he deserves. I hate seeing the nail bat in Jonathan's hands and not Steve's. This forest green crewneck sweater, jeans, bloody face combo is really working.

AND THEY ARE REUNITED, Steve and his beloved nailbat. He came back and saved the literal day.

"MIKE I FOUND THE CHOCOLATE PUDDING!!" Fucking endearing little bastard.

I know that CPR in tv shows is fake, but like, as someone who had done CPR, can we make it look a tiny but more real? Stop bending your elbows.

Why is Steve in the hospital waiting room?

Is that the end? Huh, seems to easy.

Doing a full Stranger Things rewatch before Halloween, I never managed to get through seasons 3 or 4 (actually questionable if I even finished season 2) and I NEED to get to Eddie ASAP even though I will be sobbing for literal days.

So season 1 it is.

[megneato]

Man Caleb using his charisma to be intimidating as fuck is really good 👌

He’s so genuinely pissed off that they’re back to being shitty bandits “learn from your mistakes” 

[bluefirewrites]

8 and 45 for juke pls!

8. roommates AU

45. pretending to hate each other AU

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC

*****

Julie and Luke collapse onto their couch, both looking worse for wear. But once the door shut behind them, and ensuring that the curtains are drawn, they let themselves relax into each other.

It’s a lot of work, running around and doing what they’re doing, putting on the theatrics to keep the whole world from finding out, but it’s all the more worth it- to come home and be with each other. 

Julie groans, kicking off her boots, not caring where they land on the floor,"One day...we're gonna tell them."

Her statement’s immediately met with a scoff, though it sounds more like a pained wince, given what they just narrowly escaped.

"Oh yeah, that'd be a good idea,” Luke grumbles, tugging Julie closer to him. He just wants to bury his face into her curls and let his worries slip away. 

But Julie, ever the realist, keeps prodding at the dreaded subject. 

“Can we keep this up though?”

“Alright, but what would I say? ‘I've been rooming with the girl who's always foiling our plans’?"

Julie untangles herself from his hold and gives her super villain roommate a pointed look, "They've already met me."

"Yeah. As Julie. They don't know you're Miss Butterfly." He nods at her purple leather get up. 

"But I know them as Alex and Reggie. Not your evil accomplices. Here's to- I don't know- hoping that when they find out, that they'll see me for me,"

The ‘like you did’ is very much there even if it has gone unspoken. 

Luke has to admit, he didn’t take the news very well when he found out about Julie’s identity. 

With the life he’s led- being one of L.A’s most notorious criminals, he’s always moving around, making sure his cover’s not blown. So when he got matched up with Julie on his hunt for a new roommate, he thought he hit the jackpot. 

Works late hours? Rarely home? Friendly but keeps to herself? That way he could keep doing his job. 

Little did he know it’s because Julie was hiding a secret of her very own. 

For Julie, as reputable hero Miss Butterfly, would keep running into Dark Riff and his band of thieves on her rounds. Actually fighting him almost every night. The papers had actually dubbed them as the arch nemeses, which had been true. For a while. 

That was until, they both caught the other one trying to sneak back into their apartment, still suit up no less. 

(The fight on their balcony had been intense- kinda legendary-until they figured it out). 

They had sat at their kitchen table afterwards, nursing their injuries. At point, Julie had tossed him a bag of frozen peas from the freezer. Which was the least she could do since she had given him the black eye to begin with. 

“So what happens now?”

Luke thought that now that Julie knows who he is, she would march him to the station and turn him in. Julie thought the same. 

“Sounds like a morning conversation,” 

And with that they dropped it, and headed to their respective rooms. They spend the whole night ruminating over what happened, trying to grapple with the fact that their lovely roommate had been their arch nemesis this whole time. 

Breakfast the following morning was normal. The sight of Julie, out of her costume, making pancakes for them like usual, is enough to knock some sense into Luke. 

He likes rooming with her. And he likes the area. He doesn’t want to up and move just yet. He could tell that’s the last thing Julie wants too. 

“No one else knows?” Julie had asked him over coffee. No handcuffs, no calls to the police just yet. 

“Let’s keep it that way,” 

“For both of our sakes,” 

And so the arrangement was struck. 

They keep up their hero-villain act at night, but in the day they’re just Julie and Luke, roommates. 

Somehow along the way ‘roommates’ turned to ‘friends’. 

Maybe it started when Julie found out Luke’s background. How he and his friends had been on the streets for the longest time until they joined up with The Magician, the city’s crime boss, and began their life of crime. 

Maybe it started when Luke found out why Julie became a vigilante in the first place. To help those like her mother did, the original Miss Butterfly, until her untimely passing. 

They started to understand each other more, though Julie never fully approved of Luke’s less than legal activities. But Julie has to admit that out of her villain roster, Dark Riff may be the least rotten of them all. He’s a thief but at least he’s not like The Magician (hence his knack for making people ‘disappear’). 

And ‘friends’ eventually morphed into- well... whatever it is they have now. 

On off nights, Luke would be waiting by their balcony, ready to tend to Julie’s injuries if necessary. On one memorable occasion, he pressed a kiss to her bandaged knuckles, with a warning to be careful next time. Julie must have turned a few shades redder from that simple act alone... 

And there was another time when Reggie’s cover was about to be blown, the closest he had ever been to getting caught by the police, and Miss Butterfly had ‘accidentally’ left her knife behind, which helped him escape. 

Luke had returned the knife to her, grateful. Because if anything were to happen to his boys-

“I don’t know what you’re talking about...” She merely said, “And is it your turn to pick the movie or mine?” 

He smiled and chose Dirty Dancing. Her favorite. They end up snuggling into each other on the couch. 

Then It happened at a museum heist. Finally. After nearly half a year of them living together. When she spotted him on the roof, humming that song he’s been working on- music being his true passion, much like hers. 

And so she kissed him, the skyscrapers and night sky as their backdrop, the wailing security alarms as their soundtrack. 

How romantic. 

Another secret to keep. 

Julie knows it’s been tough on Luke, hiding this, hiding her, from Alex and Reggie- who had nearly walked in on their personas making out an hour earlier before Julie took action and swiped at Luke’s feet and initiating a well convincing fight. (They always pull their punches). 

Now they’re back in their apartment and Luke is tired.

"Look, Julie. I want to tell the guys. Really. But it's not Alex and Reggie that I'm worried about,"

"The Magician doesn't scare me," Julie assures. 

He bristles at the mention of his ‘boss’, "I know you can take care of yourself, but I don't the bubble to pop. And he for sure would pop it."

If Caleb found out that he’s with Julie, then he would for sure exploit it. Blackmail, threaten her loved ones, not to mention what would be waiting for Luke since he had elected to keep this vital information to himself. 

"Or maybe you could... leave the life of crime behind?” Julie throws out there. She bats her eyelashes at him, “Join me?"

"But being ‘bad’,” He mimes the air quotations, “is all I've ever known.” 

“You’re not bad,” Reaching for his face, Julie peels the domino mask off of him, “You’re...” 

Luke leans in, eyes fluttering closed, “I’m what?” 

“You...” Julie does the same, but as she nears, her face puckers into a sour expression and recoils, “You reek!” 

Luke pouts, sniffing his own leather garb, “I don’t smell that bad!” 

“We fought at a cannery! You smell like fish”

With a chuckle, he ignores this and wraps his arms around her. She squeals. 

“No, no, no- ew! Luke!” 

Luke takes it a step further and tickles her into submission, and so now that he’s hovering over her on the couch. 

“I guess I found out Miss Butterfly’s weakness then,” he smirks before he kisses her.

Julie’s hands weave into his hair, drawing him closer, and with a smirk of her own, still in the kiss, she tugs on the strands, making Luke gasp and pull away. She takes the opening and rolls him off of her. 

“And I know yours,” she retorts. 

Luke groans, “Not fair,”

“You started it!” She sticks her tongue out at him and points to the hallway, “Go take a shower!”

“And then Great British Bake-Off?” 

Julie smiles, “Yes.” 

“Sweet,”

They both take their turns getting cleaned up. Now, costumes off, back to being Julie and Luke again, they flip on the TV. 

“One day,” Luke says as they scroll through Netflix, “One day we’ll figure this out. And we won’t have to hide anymore.” 

“Yeah,” Julie agrees, “One day. But for now, for me, this is good.” 

“Me too,” 

credit to @lydias--stiles for their super hero/ super villain names. 

[lesbianrobin]

lucas!!! talk abt my boi 😌

ok first of all i’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this it got buried sdkncdmn anyway LUCAS TIME <3

favorite thing about them

it’s a tie between how much he loves his friends and how brave he is... but i think lucas’ bravery comes from that love so it’s how much he loves his friends!!

every single season lucas just does the absolute most to protect his friends and help them and comfort them when they’re upset and it’s like. i’m tearing up just thinking about it. little baby lucas in s1 taking will’s disappearance so hard that he fights with mike and dustin and sets off on his own to try and find him... darling angel lucas in s2 who RISKS his LIFE by telling max the truth about the upside down just so that she won’t feel hurt and excluded from the group anymore... and god in s3 when he puts himself in front of max because billy is breaking out of the sauna and when he steps up to a GIANT MONSTER with an AXE to protect el.... name a more perfect boy you can’t

least favorite thing about them

cannot think of a single negative trait lucas has besides being a dumb teenage boy in s3. but it was funny and i love him! so i loved him being a dumb teenage boy too. that’s a copout i know but like genuinely even when he was being kinda dumb he was still being kind and loving and he was trying his best yknow... there genuinely is not a single thing i don’t like about lucas.

OH WAIT the bigass american flag he has in his bedroom. that’s my least favorite thing about him. little rotc ass freak

favorite line

i know lucas has SO MANY amazing lines but my absolute favorite is “I like talking with you, Mad Max.”

it’s just like. god it’s the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen. it’s so GENUINE to just flatout say hey i like talking to you :) and he’s not Just trying to cheer max up, he really means it. i think it’s such a good example of the kind of person lucas is!! he’s smart, and kind, and he really sees people and cares about them for who they are.

the way caleb delivered that line is so perfect too yknow it’s like. i think by that point lucas already liked max and trusted her (since he told her about everything and brought her along) but i think in that moment he kinda realized... just how much he liked her, and that she’s somebody he really wants in his life. and he didn’t try to hide that affection like he did earlier when they held hands!! he just told max exactly what he was thinking. like, if there’s any moment where lucas starts really loving max rather than just having a little crush, it’s right then, and it’s so pure and sweet and it makes me cry every time i watch it.

brOTP

this is so fucking hard bc lucas has special relationships with all of his friends but i have to go with the obvious: lucas and mike! i love lucas’ friendship with dustin, will, el, and max, too, but he and mike just have that easy companionship where it’s obvious they’ve been best friends forever, and i love seeing that in a dynamic <3

OTP

lumax of course... yes she’s a lesbian yes i still think lumax is the best couple on the show let me be complex

nOTP

uhhh idk if i have one?? obviously like. i hate anything weird. but yeah besides that i can’t think of anything skjdnmdk

random headcanon

lucas does the dumbest shit all the time to try and impress max and she tells him constantly that he doesn’t need to impress her because she already knows he’s a loser and nothing’s gonna change that but he’s still like hey hey watch me dunk this basketball [jumps, dunks the ball, sprains his ankle when he lands and tears up] and then max has to help him inside and wrap his ankle and he’s like [trying not to cry] it was cool right and she’s like yeah sure it was super cool idiot <3

i also think that when they were little sometimes lucas would offer to let dustin and will borrow his dad and they would always be like haha thanks lol but they both remember it to this day and it means the world to them...

unpopular opinion

i don’t think lucas was out of character in s3! i do think they neglected him and he deserved to have something more going on, but i think his behavior was pretty consistent with what we’ve seen in s1+s2 and makes sense as part of a logical shift into being a teenager rather than a kid. i’ve said all this before so i won’t go on about it but yeah <3

song i associate with them

rose-colored boy by paramore always makes me think of lucas!! but that’s a lumax song not a lucas song sdkjncdkm it’s more max than him

so i also submit lean on me by club nouveau!! i know it’s become a trend i keep fuckin saying songs that are covers or remixes or reimaginings of other songs so as always here is the original i just love the vibe of club nouveau’s bc it’s like. yknow the original bill withers is gorgeous and it’s pleading yknow it’s this call for community and for friendship and for people to help one another and be vulnerable! community is missing, and we’re begging to have it back because we need it. so then yknow club nouveau took it and made it into a celebration of that community, of friendship, of helping one another, and of being vulnerable, saying that not only is community necessary, but it’s also joyous! and i think that celebratory energy fits lucas moreso than the more plaintive and sober nature of the original.

favorite picture of them

once again i’m cheating and putting in one of my old gifs bc i think it’s very funny

will he’s so sleepy... let him rest...

but also i lied bc this is the best lucas gif of all time

he’s so excited about that fucking rock.... little baby nerd....

but also i lied bc this is the REAL best lucas gif of all time and this one isn’t green bc i made it especially for this ask <3

billy literally just busted out of a solid metal door with his BARE HANDS. billy who hurt lucas and threatened him last season even when he WASN’T possessed with fucking super strength. and still lucas fucking puts himself in front of max like. just look at him i’m gonna DIEEE

[rainbowcaleb]

impossible magic

fictober prompts: 4 "incantations" mixed with 5 "you are here"

CW: blood, implied torture, imprisonment, chains, disassociation, hurt with a dash of comfort at the end, also mutual pining~

((also available on ao3 if you’d rather read there))

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 If he died, there would be no coming back.

 It was a secret Essek kept carefully hidden away. It was the reason behind the argument that pushed his father away to a place he didn’t return. His mother must know. There was nothing that escaped her notice and his father had no love enough for his son to keep his secret. But Essek knew his mother was like himself in one important way; she was a master at compartmentalizing information if it could be used.

Right now Essek didn’t really care about whatever political machinations he had inherited. The tiniest whisper of regret was trickling across his consciousness much like the drops of blood that had finally slowed their flow down his forehead.

He had woken from unconsciousness held strictly in place by manacles and chains. His arms were pulled taut behind him, mere inches of chain holding his wrists down to the shackles on his ankles. Every link, every piece, every ounce of the metal was heavily enchanted to block any magical escape. Even if Essek had any feeling left in his fingers, he wouldn’t be able to cast.

 Sparing no expense, his captors had his neck collared with a thick heavy ring, just tight enough to drag painfully when he tried to swallow. Another enchantment laced through it and he knew if he tried to speak magic it would shock him with lightning. He knew because he had already attempted one desperate incantation. The collar was attached by a short length of chain to the wall behind him, so he wasn’t even able to find relief by lying on the ground without choking himself. He was forced to stay upright, his voice the only boon still left to him, but all his decades of magic rendered useless.

 Essek had long stopped feeling the pain of his legs against the uneven stone floor and he had long lost track of the time. It was more than a week. He had scraped bloody lines on the floor with his knee to keep the time, but after the days kept going and going, he had lost the motivation to bother. No water came. No sustenance. No visitors. But they didn’t want him dead, otherwise he would be already.

 This was calculated torture. They were waiting for him to break. Since his captors had taken the risk of leaving his voice in place, clearly they were hoping for him to give information. Otherwise, why not just slash his throat and be done with him? Perhaps they knew, impossibly somehow they knew Essek only had this current life and to kill him would end the trail of any of his secrets. He could be locked away by an enemy that intimately knew him. And now they were simply waiting. Essek wanted to heroically believe he could last until a rescue came, or perhaps he could overpower his captor, but he knew he was too weak. They had already won when they captured him.

 It was some amorphous time between one week and two when the first visitor came. A bucket of ice cold water was dumped on his head, waking him from a feverish daydream, and he opened his mouth trying to catch whatever drops he still could.

 There was a laugh from some distance a few feet away, male or female he couldn’t tell, and then footsteps receding before the slam of a door.

 It would be another week before another bucket of water. They were doing the bare minimum to keep him alive. They were waiting. They were patient.

 All Essek could do was try and keep his mind. He had lost motivation and strength long ago. If it wasn’t for the collar and chain holding him upright, he would have collapsed many days ago. Essek had to hold grasp onto his mind, the most important part of him, his most powerful part. He could not lose this too. He repeated lines of incantations, imagining their sigils and components in his mind's eye, but being careful not to move his mouth. He did not know if anyone was watching or what they were watching for. He started with the first spell he ever learned, testing his memory too, and then worked through each spell variation until he advanced to its final form. And then he would pick the next simple spell, working through each one like a library in his head, keeping his mind occupied. His whole body had surpassed from pain into nothingness. Essek felt completely detached from anything material around him. All he had was the repetitions of incantations, the words a rhythm in his head that kept his heart beating.

 Another ice cold drench of water. It woke him from a fitful sleep, having dozed off somewhere between reciting dunamantic spells. His body protested, the tension against his shackles friction again as the water trickled down. It was a terrible reminder of where he was.

 He coughed out his first word spoken since he was brought here. “W-who?” Essek didn’t need to know why.

 The voice just laughed again, mirthlessly. He heard the door shut again.

 Even though time had completely slipped from him, Essek had come to expect the water that came in a regular pattern.

 It did not come that week.

 There was something warm and glowing near his legs. His first thought was that perhaps his mental incantations had impossibly broken through the spells on his manacles and a drift globe had materialized. Something small and soft patted his knee. He smelled sulfur. Then there was an earthshaking explosion and the door he assumed was somewhere in this room was knocked down onto the ground. Essek’s eyes were still closed, he barely opened them anymore, but he could still see shocking orange light through his eyelids. Then it dimmed.

 He heard scuffling, metal being dragged, multiple footsteps. Something grazed his face, but it was so light it felt like he imagined it. Essek felt the tension of the chains snap and he toppled sideways, suddenly loose from his bonds. Softness caught him instead of the hard stone floor. The last string of fight that had been forcing him to stay awake snapped.

     Essek woke lying down. It felt like the first time in a decade that his body wasn’t twisted into a terrible position. He opened his eyes. It took more strength than he expected to force his eyelids open. He didn’t bother trying to move his limbs. The pain was greatly dulled, but the exhaustion was filling his bones with lead.

 He didn’t recognize where he was. The whole room emanated a soft amber glow, the walls a plain ocher paint, the floor a polished wood. Essek tilted his gaze as far as he could and he saw a small nightstand beside him, a pitcher of clear water next to a glass, and several emptied potion bottles beside it. He was in a bed. Someone had found him and cured him and tucked him into bed. Essek knew who. As his senses woke up from however long he’s been asleep, he knew. The magic he felt flowing through this entire room told him with certainty. Caleb.

 There was a click and a door opened. Essek didn’t turn his head to look, but several footsteps entered. He saw the familiar blue of Jester lean over him.

 “Oh my gosh we were getting so worried, it's been days, we didn’t know when you would wake up and it’s been kinda crazy having to haul you out and have Caleb recast the Tower and stick you back in and-”

 “J-jester.” Essek’s voice felt tight with under-use.

 “Yes, that’s me!” She gave him a blinding smile. “You remember! You were kinda delirious when we found you, like you didn’t recognize us and were mumbling spells under your breath. You didn’t cast anything though, I don’t think you had anything left in you.”

 Caleb was over her shoulder, looking at Essek with a guarded expression.

 “H-how, there?” Essek asked.

 Caleb finished his thought. “We heard you.”

 He had so many more questions, but his voice wasn’t cooperating. Jester picked up on this.

 “It’s a long story, but I was trying to send you a message about Vess, ‘cause we were gonna do this thing for her but there were some crazy red flags and we thought you might’ve heard something, any anyways your reply was super weird. It was like you were whispering on the other side of a door and it was hard to hear you and it didn't even make any sense. Just a couple words in between some long pauses.”

 “It was a spell. When Jester repeated the words to us, I recognized it as your Echo spell.”

 Essek had no memory of a Message, or doing any magic. The only thing he could imagine was that somehow his repeated incantations had briefly broken through the shackles.

 “Well, whatever it was totally made me worry! It was so random and weird for you to respond like that. And then when I scryed it was like a big blank space and then I got booted out from the vision with a painful shove! It was scary enough that I Messaged our housekeeper, gosh I had almost forgotten we had gotten one but thank goodness we did, and had her go look at your house and there were some weirdo guards posted outside who said you were not to be disturbed. But they were totally unconvincing and weird.”

 He was barely following the story. The drag of sleep was threatening him again, and nothing felt better than the soft bed he was resting in at the moment. Essek tilted his head to look properly up at Caleb. There were bags under his eyes, nothing new, although they looked darker than he last remembered. There was a mostly healed cut across his cheek and the cuffs of his coat looked dusty black with ash.

 “Jester, can you find Caduceus? I think this calls for some tea.”

 “Can’t you get one of the cats to-”

 “Jester.”

 “Okay, fine, fine. I can take a hint.” She winked at Caleb and stepped out the room, closing the door behind her.

 Essek kept his eyes open, trying to take in Caleb’s face as the guarded expression was faltering under the weight of something happening in his thoughts. Caleb’s arm jerked forward, then paused, but he completed his movement to gently brush a lock of hair from Essek’s forehead.

 “I will not ask, because I know the answer will be ‘no I am not okay’.” Caleb gave him a wry smile but then it faded again “We were...We investigated and what we found, or didn’t find that is, was disturbing. So many lies so easily spread, and you-” The hand returned to Essek’s face, the lightest sweep of Caleb’s thumb across his cheek. “We were worried.”

 Maybe he still had a tinge of delirium, but Essek had to ask. “And you?”

 There was the briefest shock in Caleb’s eyes, like he hadn’t expected the question. But Essek had to know. In between the flow of magic words that kept his mind occupied, the daydream (painful, beautiful, impossible) that came to him was the memory of teaching spells to Caleb. Of wanting to teach him more. Of wishing to spend more time with him. Of pursuing that thread of something that seemed to keep pulling them back to each other. He had to know.

 Caleb leaned over and pressed his lips to Essek’s forehead, familiar yet unfamiliar, the touch feeling much more intimate in this position while alone in the room.

 “I was worried.” Caleb’s words were a puff of hot breath across his forehead. Then he straightened back up and pulled his hand away.

 “Caleb-”

 “Do not make me say more.” There was a small smile on his lips, but Caleb’s eyes looked sad.

 “Not now...We-,” Essek was really wishing his throat felt less like glass. “Can we talk later?”

 There was a noise at the door as the handle turned. Caleb didn’t turn to see who it was and instead kept his gaze on Essek.

 “Yes.” He stepped back as Caduceus and Jester walked into the room. “Yes, later.”

 Essek was given another cold potion and warm hands of healing, and then he drifted off into unbothered sleep. Whatever they had given him was preventing any restlessness or dreams. However, Essek still found himself chanting a spell to himself as he sank into sleep; it was the first spell he had taught Caleb, its words as familiar and soothing as that memory itself.

[readbythestarlight]

c2e41

I can’t believe it’s time to find out the consequences of Fjord’s accidental mistakes and bad decisions

lol I almost panicked when Travis wasn’t at the table like he HAS to be here for this

I like the “oh nos” coming from the rest about Sam’s ad

SAM NO

LOL MATT’S FACE

Sam doesn’t know what any of his Scottish means he probably just insulted his own mother

He’s gonna give Cad Molly’s necklace IT’S FINE IM NOT EMOTIONAL EXCEPT I AM

Wow okay Cad and Caleb can y’all chill and not give me emotions? Thanks.

B: *hands over Frumpkin*

C: “You have three or four more days you know”

B: “DO I?!” *grabs Frumpkin back and sticks him in her pocket*

I sure hope Sprinkles is alright after almost drowning along with the rest of them, poor thing

FJORD WAS HER FIRST SEMI-KISS

This whole interaction is super cute im dying

Fjord listen no pressure but try not to break her heart

Nott somehow always makes me a little sad

LOL oh this advice Nott. Amazing.

lol the clerics spoiling Matt’s plans for a supply stop

YES GOOD PLEASE ACQUIRE THE SKILLS NEEDED FOR SAILING

Marisha looks so excited

JESTER NO CRUSHING UP YOUR DIAMONDS FOR TATTOOS DO YOU UNDERSTAND

y’all need those

for revivifying or whatever

listen though, they absolutely all need matching sparkle tattoos someday though I want it real bad

OOO are they gonna do pirate shit??? Attack the ship and steal stuff?

This is a test if I ever saw one

Guys don’t do it please it’s such a bad idea

I just feel like Avantica is testing Fjord with basically everything

Guys please just don’t

Cad’s right it’s a bad decision

FJORD

YOU

FUCKING

IDIOT

FJORD IS A FJUCKING FJOOL

this is such a bad idea

Jester giving him the salty shoulder

“I feel like this is somehow connected to your previous bad decisions” yes Cad please keep shaming him

lol Not going crazy with the canon stuff

oh damn fjord

lol buddy Nott doesn’t even need that anymore goofy boy

Sam’s gonna roll really bad and Nott’s gonna hit the ship I can feel it

A NAT 1

okay it didn’t fire okay

Nott darling you’re going to blow up your own ship

“fire boy! go, gogo!”

“Alright, so you owe us a canon.”

Oh lord

20 thank god

SHIIIIIIIPS

They’re gonna end up with wanted posters when they get back to shore

Fjord honey what are you doing this isn’t even like you. Is this about gaining Avantica’s trust? At what cost??

Caduceus the Cool Calm Guy

God this is just… so bad

I’m serious they’re going to end up being wanted criminals

fjord

why the fuck did you give him your real name

Caduceus is the only smart one, hiding his face

stop using you’re real names Fjord for fuck’s sake be smart

Caleb plz stop

oh god guys this isn’t worth the trouble

this is gonna be so bad im so on edge

this is where the fight will break out

Jester what are you going to do oh no

Poor Liab

JESTER YOU CANT TATTOO SOMEONE AGAINST THEIR WILL

here we go I hope you’re ready to live with your bad decisions Fjord

Are they even considering that whatever this magical item is, it’ll probably go straight to Avantica?

“I don’t trust Avantica” Beau says to Caleb through Frumpkin while members of Avantica’s crew are present.

Frumpkin being able to attack is cool as frick I like that

Don’t die Frumpkin

“twelve renegade points, one point paragon!” lol Matt

I like how Beau’s like “we’re trying to be good people” but then threatens to slit his throat. Like FYI Beau, threatening someone over something you don’t have a right to, that you’re STEALING, after ATTACKING THIS GUY, is not how good people act.

Beau leave him alone

Seriously

Somehow this was only a minor disaster. So far. If they don’t end up with wanted posters because they’re pirates I will be shocked.

I don’t like anything that Avantica approves of. I don’t trust her.

She knows. She so knows they’re hiding something.

Caleb so cute talking about cats and books

They need to not look right now. They need to put it in the bag and leave it until they get far away from Avantica.

PAPERRRR

The Not There Fairy, cousin to the Metagaming pigeon

Ohhhh Beau you gonna get a tattoo like Molly’s??

Okay… darling… but maybe not an eye though that just seems like it’s inviting trouble

“But you know he’s dead” WOW

IT’S THE BARBIE RAPUNZEL PAINTBRUSH

Jester. I’m begging you. Save that paint for when y’all actually need a door.

(Also @Taliesin just tell us all what Molly would think of it please Inquiring Minds want to know)

Let Caduceus have the shield

I hope you all feel like guilty fucks tbh that was just not necessary

Oh no mediocre perception check….

Beau please don’t try sneaking into her office my god that’s a terrible idea

lol Laura you little shit xD

“You should seduce her” and Fjord’s over here like lol right uh sure totally that’s a good idea uhhuh

B: “I think if we don’t do anything, it means your eventual demise.”

F: “Well that’s… fucking dark.”

At least they’re finally thinking and really really realizing how bad things are for them right now.

Cad: “If we want to find the ship I think I can help.”

F: “With the seducing?!”

Cad: “What…? no!”

Beau really wants to seduce Avantica.

Caduceus with his naps. He is me.

Fjord and Caleb conference! It’s been a while.

MMMM I LIKE THIS

“Have you ever sacrificed anything to achieve a greater goal?” OHHH FJORD IF YOU ONLY KNEW

Talking about Papa Widogast

“I have tried to live up to the man that he was, and I have… largely failed, but I picked up what I could.” IT’S FINE IM NOT CRYING (yeah i am).

“I think traveling with all of you has emboldened me some. I was alone for a long time. And I… I like this group. I like traveling with you, Fjord.”

Okay Fjord what are you trying to get at now?

FJORD TRUSTING CALEB TO WATCH HIS BACK WITH AVANTICA my heart

oh.

“can i count on you to… right the ship, if need be?”

oh i don’t like the sound of that at all.

I don’t like this conversation

What is Fjord asking? That Caleb take him out if need be? That he makes sure the group gets out if Avantica manages to kill Fjord?

THE TRAVELER

I don’t trust him at all

J: “We’re pirates”

TT: “I know. :)”

TT: “That seed of chaos” DO NOT LIKE

“Well there are many different enchantments—“ RED FLAG RED FLAG BIG RED FLAG

he’s such a creep i hate him someone protect jester from him

he has literally gotten more and more creepy every fucking time

this is absolutely a sinister voice Matt is using too

“Preferably where it will be the least expected… and the creepiest to find” okay that was kinda funny

“the time is coming soon when you will meet the rest of your brethren” DO NOT LIKE

Like I’m not sure he’s EVIL but he creeps me out and I don’t like him

Fjord dream Fjord dream Fjord dream

Fjord dreaming about them bare naked ladies.

From ocean to sky to ocean again.

I don’t think I like this.

Watching, learn, reward.

Nope don’t like.

Smart move grabbing the map

But shit, did Avantica see the same place? If she was in the dream too I bet she did.

Nott, my darling, can you not

LOL

MATT YOU TRICKSTER

a handful of pepper made into a pepper bolt

“The Revelry” oh lord it’s a pirate colony with a court of captains or something isn’t it. Like in PotC3.

Or like Tortuga.

“The Plank King” I KNEW IT

pirate court

Avantica is absolutely gonna challenge the Plank King?

“Welcome to Dark Town” thanks Matt

I’m loving all this history/lore stuff Matt is so good at this kind of thing.

“Takes some notes” I do NOT like that

Poor Orli and the crew.

I thought for sure Avantica was gonna stab Gimati.

Caduceus really wanted to have some Words with Gimati.

B: “Marius the Mariner…. LePua…. LePain….?”

Cad: “That was really good, do me! :D”

B: “Caduceus the… Juices…?”

Listen, Fjord, guys, you owe these people. You hired them and then dragged them into SO MUCH SHIT you didn’t tell them about. And you can’t just leave them here, or refuse to pay them

Like you hired all these people and dragged them into your shit and now you're like "you can keep working for no extra money or you can stay here on pirate island" wow Fjord I’m massively unimpressed. Like I know the whole moral leanings of the whole group have been shifty but come on. This is really not cool.

“By the way, you guys are members of the Revelry.”

So first they joined a crime lord's syndicate and now they joined a pirate gang

*insert faceplam gif here*

Uh-oh…

James Tybalt, assistant to the Plank King

lol Fjord is the worst pirate, forgetting to deal with the money.

As much as I enjoy having a less than perfectly heroic group, I do wish they'd try to be just SLIGHTLY less awful sometimes

Harpy jerky as a gift. I love Nott.

Yasha is very Done with all of this.

Cad: “I serve nature and I’m the maker of fine graves.”

N: “I just love water so much.”

Y: “I like to punch things?”

Hnnn why notes

I’m glad y’all didn’t ALL give them real names

Oh lord, so now if they attack Avantica (and don’t manage to kill her and everyone else) they’ll have the Revelry after them

They’re super doomed

Oh

Oh lord he took the previous king’s hair

Oh man don’t try hitting on Beau

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT he asked Beau to keep an eye on Avantica and to snitch on her

That’s good. That’s a good. They finally have something going for them (as long as Avantica doesn’t find out)

God this night was a continued disaster. But it was super good. Stressful but fun.

“How did this happen?” The question we all want to have answered, Sam.

“Good shit, Matt.” Agreed!!

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A Caleb encounter at the SXSW!!

We got a  great submission from our follower Sara, who lives in Austin and met Caleb last night!! Thank you so much for sharing this awesome story with us, honey!! And the encounter shows once more that Caleb is such a sweetheart and a true gentleman!! We LOVE it!! So here we go:

HEY IT'S SARAELI! so here's the story... I work for sxsw and if we see a celebrity we're not allowed to take pictures with them or talk to them unless they're asking us a question or if we're not on shift, but last night I was working while he was there. I was holding the door open for a line of people to walk in to see Friday's child, and honestly it was really late and I was working the night shift so I was super tired so I didn't really realize it at first when Caleb walked by with his parents! he was SO NICE it was my job to hold the door but then he took it and looked at me and said "are you going in too?" and I kinda froze because I realized like holy shit it's Caleb and then I said oh no I'm fine I'm just holding the door and then while his parents walked in before him I was thinking to myself it's now or never so I just said really fast "big fan by the way!" and he seemed kind of surprised and smiled and said "oh, thanks!" So then he went in and his movie completely sold out and usually we reserve seats for the cast but he didn't take his reserved seat so other people who wanted to watch it could see it? so he was just walking around the lobby! and at one point I was given an assignment that meant I had to go to that theater so I ran in and gushed to my friends immediately (because they know I love him) but I didn't know he was rIGHT THERE BEHIND ME but he didn't hear me because he was kind of far but when I walked out he was walking the other way and gave me like that awkward smile that people give when you stare at each other and are walking by each other lol but I had work to do so I kept moving... then eventually the movie started right, and the crowd outside was gone and I had nothing to do anymore and I thought Caleb left right, but then I SAW HIM COME BACK WALKING TOWARDS ME. My managers were all gone and talking to other people because there was another big premiere after so no one was paying attention and I knew I would regret it if I didn't say something but I also didn't want to break the rules... so THANKFULLY Caleb was just wandering around and I asked him if he was going in and he said "yeah sure" and then he asked me something but I couldn't hear him? and oh my god I should not have done this but...  i really love his song I'll become because I used to listen to it every day when I got out of therapy to make me feel better lol so it kind of means a lot to me so I told him really fast "I really love your song I'll become by the way" and he got so happy and he had the softest smile on his face like he was surprised and he went "oh wow thank you! I'm Caleb by the way!" and the reached out his hand to shake mine but I was so afraid I was going to get in trouble so...  I shook his hand (SO SOFT AND BIG LOL) and I said "I'm.... not allowed to talk to you!!" but then he kept asking like really softly "what's your name" like god damn he is really the least threatening guy ever but I was like ok he asked so I said my name is Sara and I'm from Mexico so I kind of forget Americans don't pronounce it the same way so I pronounced it rolling my r and I was kind of surprised that he pronounced it right!!! And then I said again sorry I'm not allowed to talk to you! and he was like oh ok and left fast and smiled at me... and then I went on break and I came back and he was just walking around and there's this bean bag game at a place across the street and he just started playing with it lmao and then later he walked back in with some other people and he was having a conversation but he TOTALLY stopped mid-sentence to smile at me I couldn't believe it.... I was kind of sad because I was working outside but he was still walking around in there and I couldn't do anything but then my friend showed up to go talk to him and she took a picture with him, it's the one you guys reposted from twitter, and she told him "my friend is a really big fan of yours" and he went "oh, you mean Sara?" and I was so touched because he remembered me hours later 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ He also told her that today his movie is playing again and I just got out of a job interview so I couldn't go when it started but I'm going to be there early around when it ends so I'm going to see if he's there and if I can see it again! seriously you guys he was the softest person ever just his voice and his demeanor and his hands! my friends have other stories of meeting him that day too and they all love him! I'm glad he's actually nice in real life and not secretly mean lol!

That's all for my story, but if you all want any more details just let me know! he was really sweet with his parents too when they left they all had their arms around each other.

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Exclusive Excerpt: The Infinite Noise by Lauren Shippen

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Mainstream superhero storytelling tends to do better when depicting physical powers than emotional/mental ones, which is one of the many reasons why the premise of Lauren Shippen's upcoming young adult novel, The Infinite Noise, so intrigues me...

Based on Shippen's award-winning podcast, The Bright Sessions, The Infinite Noise follows 16-year-old running back Caleb Michaels who has the supernatural ability to feel other people's emotions. High school is a hard place to have the power of extreme empathy, and classmate Adam is an emotional calm in the storm. Told from both boys points-of-view, The Infinite Noise is a coming-of-age story with a supernatural twist (not to mention a queer love story!), and I can't wait to read it.

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5

CALEB

“School starts tomorrow, correct?” Dr. Bright asks after a few moments of silence.             “Yep,” I say.             More silence. I’m getting used to these standoffs. I just wish I was better at winning them. But Dr. Bright pins me with a stare and I eventually give in, every time.             “I don’t wanna go back,” I mumble, face heating. “Why not?” she asks, like the answer isn’t obvious.             “Because being in high school when you can feel everyone’s feelings is a complete nightmare?” I answer dryly.             “You’ve made some good strides since November, Caleb,” she soothes. I sense it more in her emotions than her voice, and it grates. I don’t want to be soothed right now.             “Yeah, whatever,” I bite.             “Caleb”—there’s that stare again and the soothing hardens— “what have we talked about?”             “Don’t deflect emotion with being an asshole,” I recite, and there’s a small, quick glow within the perfectly even Therapist Mode that Dr. Bright’s emotions operate in.             “I don’t remember putting it quite that way,” she smirks, “but yes. When you’re overwhelmed or refusing the input from your ability, you respond with anger. And we don’t want a repeat of what happened with Tyler.”             “Yeah, I know,” I sigh. “It’s just easier, you know?” “What’s easier?”             “Feeling annoyed or mad at stuff,” I say.             “It might be an easy way to push away the other feelings,” she tells me, “but it won’t help you process them.”             We sit in silence again but this time Dr. Bright is the one to break it.             “How was it being with your family the past few weeks?” she asks.             “Um, it was good, I guess,” I say. “I mean, I feel like I’ve gotten used to their feelings, you know? So, like, I’m able to balance them a bit. But it’s not like that in school.”             “What helps you balance your family’s emotions?”             “Well, there’s only three of them, so that helps. And even when their feelings are annoying or whatever, I can kinda tell who they belong to. They’re familiar.”             “Has the color system proved useful?” she asks.             “Yeah, I guess so,” I say, thinking about how Dr. Bright feels warm and yellow right now. “Like, it doesn’t always make things easier, but it’s definitely something.”             “Do you think that could help at school?”             “I don’t know,” I admit. “There’s just so much. There’s too much, you know . . .”             “Input?” she suggests.             “Yeah, exactly. And so I can’t process, like, any of it, and that’s when I get overwhelmed.”             She purses her lips and I feel the itchiness that I’ve come to know as Dr. Bright working through stuff in her head. It feels like I’m trying to solve a math problem I don’t understand.             “The familiarity of your family’s emotions makes it easier for you to balance your ability,” she repeats. “Is there anyone at school who could do the same thing?”             “What?”             “Is there someone—a teammate or friend—who you feel comfortable around? Someone whose emotions you could focus on when you get overwhelmed?” The itchiness settles as she says this, like this is really a solution to my Problem.             “Um, no, not really,” I admit. “I have friends and stuff but no one . . .”             I find myself thinking of the last day of school, going into the library and knowing, just knowing, that Adam Hayes was there. And then he was so startled and his feelings were all over the place, but there was something—             “No one . . . ?” Dr. Bright prompts.             “No one whose feelings fit,” I finish. “I don’t know that focusing on anybody at school is actually going to help.”             “Well,” she says, “something to think about?” “Yeah.” I nod. “Something to think about.”

            But I don’t have time to think about it, because the first few days of school are lost in a haze of other people’s bullshit. I got to English early today so that I’d have time to settle in before the onslaught of emotions, and it’s not exactly working. I have to close my eyes as the other students start coming into the room. I try to sift through the feelings; focus on the colors and try to figure out what I’m going to be up against for the next hour.             Red. Anger. That one’s pretty obvious. And it’s an emotion that I’m super familiar with. Black sludge. I think that one is disappointment. But this is worse—this is dripping sludge. Hot and cold all at once. Ugh, I hate this one. I feel it all the time but I can’t figure out what’s different about it. And it makes me want to jump off a bridge.             Soft blue. It settles behind my eyes and makes my head heavy. Exhaustion. Dr. Bright tells me that being tired isn’t a real emo- tion, but I don’t buy it. There’s a certain kind of tired—a bone-deep weariness—that definitely qualifies as an emotion. Off-white. Soft. Suffocating. Sadness.             Red again.             Black sludge.             Black sludge.             Black sludge.             God, it’s literally the first week of the semester, can’t people just chill? Pins and needles under my skin. My breathing picks up. Traffic- cone orange. Stress. Oof, a lot of stress. And then. Quiet. Blue-green. Not sharp like red and orange, but deep. Endless. It fills me up, empties me out. Clears out the sludge, the pins and needles, but makes me tense. Restless.             I open my eyes. Find his.             Adam.

6

ADAM

  Caleb.             

            Why is it that, for the past week, every time I walk into a room, he’s staring at me? It’s like he has some sort of radar—he catches my eye wherever I go. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume that some dark, omniscient power was out to make my life miserable. Not that I am particularly bereft in the misery department. But this just seems especially cruel.             His eyes. His fucking eyes. Sad and curious and beautiful and angry; like he’s angry that I’m there. Like he resents my existence. Part of me wonders if he’s still upset about the stupid library encounter last semester—the staring started just after that—but Caleb doesn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge. And yet here we are, a new semester, and his eyes are always on me.             So who’s going to turn away first? Every time I want it to be him—I want to stare him down until he gets scared and has to look away. There’s something about him that makes me want to fight. But every time his eyes find mine, they look straight into me and make mincemeat of my insides. So I don’t fight; I cave. I’m always the one to look away first.             Even if I wanted to fight, I couldn’t hold my own against Caleb Michaels. Not many people could. Tyler has been significantly subdued since the fight, and that’s Tyler—I thought the guy was fearless. I take one more quick glance at Caleb and try, for the thousandth time, to imagine him breaking a guy’s nose. I know it happened, but there’s something about it that just doesn’t compute. I don’t feel threatened when I catch him looking at me. I feel . . .             Never mind. Not a productive train of thought.             I walk toward the back of the room to my desk—conveniently and purposefully located behind Caleb so I don’t have to look at his face. The back of his neck is still visible and provides its own unique brand of torture, but it’s an easy battle compared to his eyes.             Enough about him. What are we doing today? I squint at the board. We’re still on Macbeth. Good. No romance in that, not really. Just murder and politics, the best distractions.             “I can’t believe he said yes! That’s amazing.”             “Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Caitlin.”             Perfect. Jessica and Caitlin have settled into the desks behind me and seem particularly excited about the day’s gossip. Yay, hooray.             “Sorry, you know what I mean,” Caitlin says, trying to soothe her. “It’s just that taking the quarterback to Sadie Hawkins is kind of a big deal.”             “I know!” I can hear the smile on Jessica’s face. I guess she asked Ryan to the dance, then. Even I have to admit that they’ll make a nice-looking couple—with their shiny hair, tan skin, and perfect Colgate smiles. It’s exhausting.             “Now it’s your turn,” Jessica says. “You need to grow a pair and ask him!”             “Ugh, I know,” Caitlin says, “and I will. I promise. Just . . . let me get through this week. I need to nail this Macbeth project and then I’ll ask him. Seriously.”             “Okay, okay,” Jessica concedes, “but you need to stop stressing about this paper. You already have an A.”             “And I’d like to keep it that way, thank you very much.” I can’t see her, but I just know Caitlin is preening while she says this. I find her early-morning chatter irritating beyond belief, but the girl is smart. And she never lets you forget it.             “Fair enough. Just don’t wait too long.” Jessica’s voice drops to a whisper. “Caleb’s one of the cutest guys in our class. Someone is gonna snatch. Him. Up.”             I freeze. Mr. Collins has turned to us and started speaking, but all I hear is blood rushing in my ears. I should have expected this—I know I should have—but it still catches me by surprise.             Caleb is the cutest guy in our class, even if I would be the last person to admit it (though the first one to think it). But he’s never dated anyone. I’ve never seen him so much as check out a cheerleader. For a while, I thought maybe I’d gotten crazy lucky, maybe Caleb didn’t want to chase girls like the rest of the football team, but now I’m not sure. He doesn’t check out anyone. Since the beginning of the school year, he’s gotten quiet and kept to himself and goddammit if that doesn’t make him even more appealing.

Used with Permission from Tor Teen, an imprint of Tom Doherty Associates. Copyright (c) 2019 Lauren Shippen.

The Infinite Noise will hit bookshelves on September 24th. You can read another excerpt from the book on the Tor Teen Blog. The book is available for preorder now.

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WELCOME LITTLE BABY WILLINGBLAM

Ashley is gonna be leaving again?? I cry

Shame Travis won’t be here since the jail break was Fjord’s plan

I’m so happy for them tho

Sam’s dedication to his “match outfit week for week” scheme is truly inspiring

Matt still can’t do Jester’s voice and I cry it’s like the one voice he can’t do

I still kinda can’t believe they’re gonna try this jail break

“I just wanna wear a onesie”

Nott plotting to steal the crossbow right next to Reesa smh

Mr. Tinkertop is my fave he’s sweet and crazy

Their plan to beat this clockwork magic robot

Is molasses

Tar. Tar is a better idea.

Liam just wants to talk about the baby

None of them are being serious at all the episode is going to be a disaster xD

Oh jeeze poor Mr. Tinkertop! Agoraphobia is no joke poor guy

Matt’s basically being McCree pretending to be Fjord and I approve

They’re just gonna steal a bucket of tar huh

lol watch them get caught stealing the tar and get into the prison because they were arrested

Molly and Yasha the circus nerds I love them

I love how they get such good rolls for stuff like stealing buckets of tar, but we can bet their rolls will be shit later when they’re fighting the robot

Why did they let BEAU talk omg

I love her tho

This prison warden guy is snooty and annoying but his accent is great

Molly and Beau tag-teaming to flatter the Warden into helping them out nice job

Oh wonderful they’re getting locked in with a robot monster

This is gonna be baaaaaaad...

Boy I can’t wait to see the miniature for this monster

They need to unlock that cell in case they need somewhere to escape...

I’m not sure how I feel about this plan

THANK YOU MOLLY IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO GIVE YASHA ONE OF THE SILK FLOWERS

The ball bearings again

Poor Marisha seems so overwhelmed taking care of 2 characters

Also bad initiative rolls are bad

Yasha is my girlfriend tho

Oh dang it hit her be more careful Yasha

It has an AC of 18 they’re gonna miss 90% of their shots

25 points of damage?! They are not ready for this

I can’t believe they successfully blinded it with the tar

Nat20 nice job Molly!

Cat paw cat paw cat paw!

Yasha is my best girl I’m gonna miss having her adorable face around. Also gonna miss having a tank.

Caleb nO

Fuck fuck fuck it pINNED HIM TO THE WALL

Sam’s mustaches lol

Poor Beau just wants to stun someone

Frick it saved from the Cat’s paw

Yasha is the tank we deserve

FUCK ITS GONNA SHOOT ALL OF THEM

Oh no Beau!

Somebody get Jester to do a lot of healing

Oh nO JESTER GET BEAU UP

YOOOOOO MOLLY

THATS MY DISASTER TIEFLING

Nott using the dodecahedron luck on a lock lol

Beau recollecting her ball bearings xD

“You have 814 ball bearings”

“‘The only ting magical here is you, friend,’ and I pat him on the cheek” ayyyyyyyy some Caleb/Molly cuteness

AYYYYYY Beau “fainting” in Yasha’s arms my ship is sailing tonight

lol Beau let names slip and she shouldn’t have

Look man please just let the Shusters go

Caleb plz don’t threaten the man

Make Fjord pay for it he’s who wanted to get them out

Aw yay I’m glad they got the Shusters out and they didn’t even have to do it illegally

“They’re being kept safe by a tiny bird with a dagger.”

HAPPY GNOME FAMILY IS HAPPY

I’m so proud of my band of disasters, helping people out and being sweetheart

Ashley’s face when Kiri comes out to hug the gnomes is me

Oh no oh god time to cry they’re gonna leave her and I know it’s best but listen I’m gonna miss her and I’m gonna cry

It’s fine I’m crying

Real tears

Goodbye Kiri I love you my sweet babby bird child

Don’t give the dagger back

Fuck I’m crying so hard

IM CRYING

REAL TEARS GUYS

EVERYONE’S CRYING ITS FINE

“don’t eat human okay” I’m weeping

“We are always... always... always thinking of you with love” fuck u Matt stop making it worse

“We’ll send you treasures from all of our travels” *waaaaaiiils*

“I am Kiri” I AM CRYING AND BROKEN

Fuck Fjord don’t be nice and warm right now I’m too emotionally compromised to handle it

Go get Nott her cool crossbow

Beau and Caleb getting closer is 10/10 but I hope he’s not trying to recruit her for his revenge plan

Agreeing to keep each other on the straight and narrow is good

They are not the friendship I anticipated but they are the one I’m so glad we got

Also Molly making sure the group has supplies as they move on North. Such a team dad.

The “Tinkertop Bolt Blaster 1000” is finally Nott’s! I’m so excited for her

Oh man it sounds good

Oh no

“Oh” doesn’t sound good

“Fuck you, Molly”

“Fuck you too”

That day, Beau was amazed to discover that when Molly was saying ‘fuck you’ what he meant was ‘I love you... in a completely platonic ‘sometimes I can’t stand you’ brother-sister way.’

Yasha has to go because Ashley has to go and I’m crying all over again

Caleb’s gonna miss her

Aaaaaand Nott just stole a gun

🎵They’re on the road again. They just can’t wait to get on the road again. The life they love is fighting bandits with their friends. They just can’t wait to be on the road again.🎵

Matt plz I want to sleep now

FUCK WAIT WHAT

YASHA

WHATS HAPPENING

SHADOWS KIDNAPPING MY GIRL??

SOMEONE IS KIDNAPPING MY GIRL

AND FJORD

HOLY FUCK WHATS HAPPENING

AND JESTER??

is it the asshole from Caleb’s past? Trent?He was interested in Yasha right did he send people after them who did this

Oh god oh god oh god Yasha and Fjord and Jester are being kidnapped by some freaky super silent ninja fucks

Matt you can’t give us this cliffhanger when there’s no episode next week

Is this his way to explain Travis and Laura being out for a few weeks and Ashley leaving

NOOOOOOOO

oh my god it’s just gonna be Caleb and Nott and Beau and Molly when they wake up

Is Marisha okay? She keeps wiping her eyes like she’s been crying

Oh god I don’t like this

I can’t wait for them to fuck these fucks up

Oh god are they slavers???

MATT DID YOU HAVE THEM GET KIDNAPPED BY SLAVERS WHAT THE FUCK MATTHEW

MATHEW

YOU CANT LEAVE IT THERE FOR TWO WEEKS HOW COULD YOU

I TRUSTED YOU

Kidding I never trust you but holy shit

First you give us that heartbreaking goodbye with Kiri and now you leave for two weeks with kidnapped Yasha Jester and Fjord

I’m dying