#Essek is a hot boi but he has either never fucked before or has only done so once and no one enjoyed it

[foxqueen-katarian]

I think as a rule Wizards should be good at fucking.

All those somantics and the verbal dexterity’s got to translate to more pleasurable experiences.

However given the reclusive nature of your standard Wizard, and the fact that they’re made of wet tissue paper and spun sugar means very few of them ever actually get to fuck.

All of this to say, Caleb with his positive integer Charisma modifier and canonical Wizard polycule, is somehow the sexiest Wizard in Wildemount.

#caleb widogast #critical role #Essek is a hot boi but he has either never fucked before or has only done so once and no one enjoyed it #Astrid and Eodwulf have fucked but only each other #Let’s not contemplate any of the Cerberus Assembly mages fucking they’re terrible

[dhwty-writes]

How (Not) to Cook an Easy Soup

I am a firm believer that Essek "I will punish the bakery." Thelyss his what we in my family jokingly call a 'kitchen dyslexic'. Hot boi probably can't boil water without somehow fucking it up.

I wrote this for Day 8 of Shadowgastober, Soup. It's very fluffy and domestic, I had a lot of fun writing it.

Summary: A curse that would've made most sailors blush escaped him as he uselessly scraped at the burnt remains of his food. Bad enough that he had ruined dinner, he probably also had ruined the pan. He supposed Prestidigitation might work, but he hoped he would be able to salvage something— "Mrow," Sir Frumpkin IV objected and headbutted his leg. He stared down at the pan, back at the cat, then back at the pan, and cast the cantrip with a defeated sigh. "I suppose you're right," he told him. "Although in the future, I would prefer constructive criticism instead of unsolicited complaints."

Essek tries to surprise his husband with a homemade dinner when he comes home from work. It goes not as expected. (Or, given that Essek has never before cooked anything in his life, it goes precisely how he should have expected.)

Warnings: Caleb briefly thinks Essek might be hurt, but it’s not very explicit

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Growing up in the upper echelons of Kryn society came with many benefits and Essek knew to be grateful for them. The fact that he never had to worry about money or that nearly every door opened for him at the mention of his Den's name surely were chiefly among them. Further, he was appreciative for the things they taught him: the etiquette of the Bright Queen's court, dunamancy, how to sit with a blank expression and politely nod along while not hearing a single thing of the conversation.

However, the older he got and the further he removed himself from his peers, the more he mourned all the skills his family had failed to impart him with. Most were silly things—he had never climbed a tree or built a blanket fort or learned how to speak to cats, but he didn't truly want to either, did he? —but some were more serious. After becoming an adventurer, he was of the opinion that there should have at least been some effort put towards teaching him how to light a fire or ride a moorbounder or identify food from poison.

He was slowly accumulating new knowledge, and that is something that always irked him: the tedious process of learning something he was not naturally good at. He had started gardening almost years ago and only now felt like he was slowly getting better at it—a notion Caduceus was rather confused by; the firbolg liked to pretend there were certain things people couldn't be bad at.

Essek knew that to be untrue. He was very bad at jokes, for example. He was absolutely horrible at hugs. And he was quickly shaping up to be the worst cook in the history of Wildemount.

A curse that would've made most sailors blush escaped him as he uselessly scraped at the burnt remains of his food. Bad enough that he had ruined dinner, he probably also had ruined the pan. He supposed Prestidigitation might work, but he hoped he would be able to salvage something—

"Mrow," Sir Frumpkin IV objected and headbutted his leg.

He stared down at the pan, back at the cat, then back at the pan, and cast the cantrip with a defeated sigh. "I suppose you're right," he told him. "Although in the future, I would prefer constructive criticism instead of unsolicited complaints."

Molly, the grey beast of a cat Caleb had brought home half a year ago, deigned Essek's failure important enough to interrupt his nap in the warm rays of the afternoon sun. He raised his head, yawned, and judged him silently.

"Well, I am open to suggestions," Essek snapped and glanced at the clock. The hour nearly made him curse again. As much as time was his speciality, not even he could make it run backwards. They had thoroughly rid themselves of that opportunity years ago.

Molly just blinked slowly before he stretched and went back to sleep, spilling over his windowsill and occupying half of the work surface in the process. His sleeping habits were what had earned him his name; Caleb assured Essek they bore a striking resemblance to a certain lavender tiefling he had known.

"Mrow," Sir Frumpkin said again.

"Thank you, Sir," Essek replied absentmindedly and bent down to pet his head. He was rewarded with a slap to his hand for his efforts. "But I reckon Caleb would appreciate something more nutritious than rodents." Angrily, he stared at the charred remains in the bin as if that would turn them edible again. Only after another headbutt from Sir Frumpkin did he give in. He waved his hand and extinguished the magical flame on the stove.

In a fit of desperation, he cast Sending. "Yasha, I need your help. I was trying to make soup and somehow managed to burn it.” He paused, quickly counting his words. Years of being friends with Jester made themselves noticeable. “What do I do now? Greetings to Beauregard.”

It took her a bit to reply and for a moment he feared she might not have heard. Despite the slim chances of it, it wouldn't be the first time for one of his friends to be on another plane of existence and the spell failing. Then he heard: "Oh, hey Essek! It’s so great to hear from you. Beau, I think I can talk to Essek now, too, you know how Veth and—"

The spell cut out and Essek let out a deep, suffering sigh. 'I should have foreseen that,' he thought and went through the motions of casting it again. "This is Sending, a spell you don't know, Yasha. Jester does it all the time. Please walk me through a recipe. You have twenty-five words."

"Twenty-five words? That's so little! Oh no, is it already counting? Just start with a standard broth, that's a safe bet. Bugs are always a—"

The spell cut out again. Essek considered this an appropriate opportunity to curse again. 'Damn Beau and her poison resistance.' He should have messaged Yeza instead, he at least knew how to cook for regular people.

A broth, however, did seem like a solid starting point. Although he only had a rather vague idea of what that consisted of, he started rifling through the cupboards. Perhaps Caleb had that in stock; he didn't know his way around Zemnian kitchens. He also didn't know his way around Xhorhasian kitchens, but that was beside the point.

He had just come to the conclusion that no, he probably hadn't when the chimes announced the front door being opened. "I’m home!” Caleb called, sounding a bit worried. “Schatz?” Essek might have been concerned by that, were he not more preoccupied with scrambling to cast Mage Hand to close all the cupboards and drawers he had opened.

He just managed to slam the last one shut when Caleb rushed inside, hands raised and ready to cast, still wearing one and a half shoes. "Are you alright, Essek; what's going on?" he demanded to know, tripping over words and shoelaces alike.

"Evidently not," he huffed and snapped to dismiss his mage hand. Only when Caleb flinched at the noise, did he notice the state he was in. "What happened to you?"

"What happened to me?" Caleb echoed incredulously. "I just got home and smelled fire and you weren't responding and—" He gasped for air and tried to wriggle his fingers into his sleeves.

"Oh," Essek said stupidly. 'Calm down,' he ordered himself, 'you're of no use to him like this.' Years of bottling up his emotions in the ungovernable, tempestuous environment of Kryn partisan fighting certainly came in handy now.

"Oh, no, no, 'chev, no, I'm fine," he assured him. With gentle fingers he pried Caleb's hands free and pressed affectionate kisses to his knuckles. He stepped even further into his space, placing Caleb's arms around himself and holding him. He was trembling like a leaf, so Essek squeezed a little tighter. "See? I'm here, I'm alright."

"I thought— I just—"

"Shh, d'anthe, I know." He pressed even closer and buried his face in the crook of his neck. Sir Frumpkin joined in his efforts, purring and rubbing at their legs to calm Caleb down. Or he was hungry. That was just as likely. "I know."

He didn't know how long they stood like that—Caleb could say so exactly, but these were extenuating circumstances—but eventually the shaking stopped and he stepped back, taking in the state Essek had left their kitchen in. "Essek," he chided softly, his amusement barely hidden, "what happened?"

"It's—" He reached up to rub at his forehead, belatedly realising he was smearing soot into his hair when Caleb laughed. "—stupid," he sighed finally.

"Did you try to set the kitchen on fire?"

"No!" Essek whined. He could feel the blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Liebling." Caleb pecked him on his forehead. "I'm not making fun of you, I promise. What's stupid?"

"I made—" Molly rolled over again to stare at him accusingly. "—tried?" The damned beast blinked slowly and Essek gave in with a defeated sigh: "I ruined soup."

"You... were cooking?"

"Evidently!" He threw up his hands, gesticulating at the mess around them.

"I thought you said you can't cook."

Essek just glared at him and Caleb immediately raised his hands. "Schon gut, schon gut!" he soothed. "But why on earth were you cooking?"

"Because you were away at work," he answered simply. Judging by the confused look on Caleb's face that wasn't good enough. Defiantly, he raised his chin and pulled his shoulders back. "I am Essek Widogast of Den Thelyss, the youngest Shadowhand in the history of the Kryn Dynasty—"

"You're floating, Schatz," Caleb interrupted him quietly. He floated a few inches higher, just to make a point.

"—I stole two beacons right from under the Bright Queen's nose and delivered them to the enemy without getting caught. I have invented and reinvented spells, orchestrated wars and assassinations, and fought a living flesh city in the Astral Sea. I should be capable of cooking my husband dinner when he's at work."

Caleb blinked at him. Then he said: "That's what this is about?"

"I just—" He knew it was stupid; it had sounded stupid in his own mind and sounded even stupider out loud. Essek visibly deflated, his feet touching the ground again. "Veth has Yeza, Beauregard has Yasha, and I wanted you to have the same thing," he admitted. "To come home, not just back to a house."

"You know Beau only eats Yasha's food because she's immune to poison."

"I'm aware. She advised me to put bugs in the soup."

"As endearing as this is," Caleb said with an infuriatingly sweet smile dancing around his lips, "I feel like we glossed over the fact that you, mein Lieber, have never cooked anything before."

He scoffed. "That's hardly the point."

"I think that's precisely the point."

"Caleb."

"Essek." He stepped forward, cradling his face in his hands. "Mein herzallerliebster Essek."

"That's a new one; what does it mean?" He pouted, which did not really work out with Caleb gazing at him adoringly, his thumbs caressing Essek's cheekbones. "I feel condescended to."

Caleb ignored him: "I love you. Hey—" He pecked him on the lips as if to make sure he was paying attention. "I love you," he repeated, "but I did not marry you for your housekeeping skills."

"I just wanted to do something nice for you," Essek said, sounding probably as pathetic as he felt.

"And I appreciate that. But in the future, I'd appreciate it even more if you did something that does not put you at risk of poisoning us, cutting your fingers off, or setting both you and our house on fire."

"Alright," he conceded.

"I still have a few spells in me; how about I go cast the tower while you prestidigitate the rest of this and feed the cats, hm?"

He pretended to consider the offer before he said: "Only if we're having tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner. To make up for the one I messed up."

"With apple tarts?"

"That goes without saying."

"Alright, one Aeor special coming right up. Sir Frumpkin, may I request your assistance with this venture?"

"Mrow," Sir Frumpkin replied and followed Caleb out of the kitchen.

Roughly ten minutes later—Essek would never understand how non-magic users even managed chores without Prestidigitation and Mage Hand—he floated out of a sparkling clean kitchen where half a dozen cats were feasting on their dinner and went to their bedroom where the glowing tower door was already waiting.

Judging by the sounds, dinner preparations were already underway. Essek found his husband in the library, flipping through a mediocre smut novel. "You know," Caleb said when Essek rested his arms on the backrest of his armchair to read over his shoulder, "I've been thinking: I don't recall that we had any tomatoes in the house."

"We didn't," Essek said and leaned down to kiss the crown of his hair. With a sheepish smile he added: "It's also possible the rest of our fresh produce fell prey to my cooking attempt."

"Ach, don't worry about that, Schatz," Caleb said casually and pulled him down to peck him on his cheek. When he drew away, there was a mischievous smile on his lips that made Essek's blood run cold. "If you really want to play the doting husband, Herr Widogast, then you can go grocery shopping tomorrow."

"You have got to be kidding me," Essek groaned and dropped his forehead to Caleb’s shoulder. When he glanced up at his husband a moment later, though, his annoyed façade melted away. He would gladly break time and space for the privilege to see Caleb Widogast this happy even once.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to. Fortunately, all he had to do for that was mess up their dinner and jokingly complain about mundane chores. Fortunately, the gods had granted them that favour.

Undercommon Translations: ‘chev – beloved d’anthe - dear

Zemnian Translations: Schatz – lit. treasure; here: darling, dear Liebling – darling Schon gut, schon gut! – Alright, alright! Mein Lieber – my dear Mein herzallerliebster Essek – lit. my heart’s most beloved Essek; it sounds old-fashioned and indeed condescending and/or joking

#shadowgast #critical role #the mighty nein #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #my writing #sgtober2021 #feat. caleb and essek's numerous cats #and soup! #at least in theory

[a-tired-narwhal]

Tell me more about your feelings about the details of Caleb's backstory!

Okay listen anon. LISTEN. This is going to be LONG. Did I immediately rewatch/go back through the entire wrap up to take notes? YES I DID. Anon I'm sorry this is so late, I didn't see your ask until after the stream. I hope this finds you (*＾3＾)/～♡

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Caleb fucking Widogast. Liam O'Brien always creates/portrays characters that CAPTURE ME. And it is purely the undertow of SUFFERING that I crave.

As a survivor of an abusive childhood, specifically with manipulation, neglect, and physical trauma, and having a controlling abuser in a position of power over you - I was surprised and delighted by Liam's playing of Caleb, and I'm sure that I'm probably not the only one, but Caleb's backstory just had me nodding along. Was not surprised at all by what was revealed about the blumentrio's relationship being trauma-bonding and probably why I'll never be an avid shipper of them. Nothing about Caleb's backstory left me gasping - because it's a relatively common abuse survivor story, except it's in the world of dungeons and dragons with high fantasy and magic and more common place murdering than today in places where most Critters presumably live.

Let's break it down.

Caleb was born as Bren to a less than well off family, who wanted their child to have a better life than them. Bren is a gifted child, and this will immediately put a bullseye's target on a child's back, make no mistake, for abusive persons. Now, I don't know if it's a pretty obvious that parents would trust in a teaching figure to take their child for that child's betterment, because I don't have parents who wish for my betterment ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, but I like to think that Bren's parents handed him off hoping for his brightest future.

Trent is basically the textbook example of a Cult Leader. Beyond the experimentation he did on his students; everything he put the Blumentrio through is how you beat down and brainwash people, especially children/adolescents. Textbook. TEXTBOOK. It was the dnd equivalent of the Hilter Youth. Now my personal experience featured the tool of isolation, so I didn't have two childhood friends to pour myself into and have threesome's with, but that's actually smart of Ickythong, because when you're left alone with your whirling brain for too long, and there's no one to hold over your head - we start thinking those rebellious thoughts, and at some point we decide we have nothing to lose, and we will do ANYTHING to shake that control. No, he left them in that abandoned tower together so they would be forced to bond with each other, as well as allowing them not to die of exposure alone.

Trauma-bonding CAN be a manipulation and used against you. Now. We have three adolescents trying not to freeze to death by being as close as physically possible. For those that don't know; sharing body heat works best skin to skin - ya get naked and THEN you wrap up together to stay insulated. Awkward groping is going to happen, and it's more than likely accidental. But when you add raging hormones to the mix, yo it's not going to stay accidental for very long (that in no way indicates non consent, it can be either way), and the feelings can catch hard when you're young and physical and EVERY HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP YOU HAD HAS BEEN TAKEN FROM YOU, IF YOU EVEN EVER HAD ONE. (I do not know Eadwulf or Astrid's home lives so your guess is as good as mine. We should probably ask Liam)

So you've got horny teenagers, with above average intelligence, being systematically abused... Bam. Trauma-bonded Blumentrio.

BUT HERE'S THE THING. Trauma-bonding can only get you so far. And they are children, actively being raised to NOT HAVE THEIR OWN THOUGHTS AND IDENTITIES. The relationship they built, the romantic and sexual, are based off of a shared hostile environment and survival needs. And when those circumstances are no longer there, the relationship tends to fall apart.

I love that Matt talked about Astrid for a bit, sad we didn't get more on Eadwulf - but Matt didn't really spend a lot of time roleplaying Wulf compared to Astrid, so he'd have more insight into her. I also find it interesting that the Blumentrio took 3 very different, but again SO COMMON, paths in dealing with their abuse. But that's a different rant.

Focus with me now on what Matt said about Astrid. She was actively seeking power throughout the campaign, looking always to climb that ladder to the top, for her own purposes which were not stated, and was willing to do anything, sacrifice anyone, to get that power. Was it a burden to her? Yeah I think so. Did it weigh on her? Again I personally think it did. But she was goal-oriented and she wasn't going to let anything stop her, not even herself, and she hated Trent. Matt implies that all three of the Blumentrio did/do. Astrid, Wulf, and Caleb were wildly different people - I don't think they would have stayed together even if Bren had stayed Bren instead of becoming Caleb.

I know A LOT of people were miffed over how Liam and Matt showed Caleb's and Essek's love for each other; and I am SO glad that Liam touched on this; Essek reminded Caleb too much of Astrid and Eadwulf. Now I know we love to joke that that Redhead Dirt Wizard has a Type (smart, ambitious, vaguely amoral), and believe me I LOVE THE JOKE, but Caleb pumping to brakes on Hot Boi makes THE MOST LOGICAL SENSE AND I WAS SO DELIGHTED WHEN LIAM PLAYED IT THAT WAY. Caleb was still trying to heal himself; WHY THE HELL WOULD HE JUMP INTO A MESS CALLED ESSEK? That's some mf UNHEALTHY, TOXIC romance trope ya got there. People fix themselves, not each other. THAT'S WHY CANON SHADOWGAST IS SO GOOD. THEY ARE WORKING TO IMPROVE THEMSELVES FIRST. THAT'S SO HOT.

Ahem.

So the Blumentrio hangout in Astrid's room to sex and study, in threes and twos (I have weird polyam questions, Liam). Now, I'm foggy on the exact timeframe that was together at Academy > kill your parents > Bren is chucked into the Sanitarium; but it's clear that after the murdering of parents, Bren is tagged as the "weakest link" - maybe he broke because he actually loved his family/had a loving family, maybe the manipulation spell from Ickythong didn't sit on him as well as Astrid and Wulf, maybe boi wasn't made for killing (a lie, the boi is a total killer, you have to be in most dnd campaigns), who knows. But he broke, and Astrid and Wulf handed him over - it would be dangerous for them if they tried too hard to protect him.

Because in that environment, in those circumstances, in that set up; you do what you have to, to survive. You hurt people you love, you hurt people you don't know, you even hurt yourself if it means improving your own odds. It's instinct. It's not your fault. You are doing the best you can with what you have available.

I don't hate Astrid and Eadwulf; I just have more emotional attachment and investment in Caleb, and prefer the color purple on him.

Which is actually a great segue into THE WOMAN AT THE SANITARIUM WHO FREED HIS MIND; Matt Mercer you beautiful man, thank you for giving us a Moonweaver connection, my lil widomauk heart was sent aflutter! So, here's the thing. Places like that, sanitariums, psych wards, etc - if you are not certifiably insane before you go in, you will be eventually. One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest is not a fucking joke. But the thought of some forgotten Moonweaver Cleric recognizing Bren's torment and just, poof, dissolving that spell? *Chef's kiss* glorious, wonderful, everything I needed.

Anon, I don't know if this is what you wanted or expected - but here it is, my sincerest apologies 🐳

#critical role #cr spoilers #caleb widogast #cr liveblog #campaign wrap up #Narwhal talks cr #child abuse #tw abuse #tw cult #tw self harm #abuse survivor #apologies to all the blumentrio fans #shadowgast

[readbythestarlight]

c2e92

Sam you look so normal

Oh dear

SAM

SAM NO

Ashley is a woman after my own taste with those flaming hot Cheetos

NO GOD SAM NO NOT THE TOOTHPASTE

Liam is like "my husband? Better!"

Matt is so done xD

[[MORE]]

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again I’d love to have Nolan North or Troy Baker guest star

OHHHHH SICK BURNS FROM MATT TONIGHT

Oh I hope Nott doesn’t blame Caleb or think he just wasn’t good enough...

Travis: low key bursts into song

Matt: the DM will remember that

Aww bye Essek

E: "I will punish the bakery"

J: "don’t PUNISH the BAKERY just order better things next time!"

E: "that was an attempt at a joke."

I hope he knows they’re not bailing on him for any reason

It’s THEIR spell that’s so nice

Beau’s dad’s obsession with the fortune teller could explain Beau’s reluctance to buy into the tarot cards hmmm

Everyone: wildly talking

Cad: I’m just gonna ask mom

He asked about his FAMILY

Oh no he HIT her?

I suddenly don’t regret Jester terrifying him at all

There’s so much happening right now, Nott backstory, Beau backstory, some Cad backstory and I’m so torn about who’s I want to get to most

I reeeeally don’t want them to rush Beau into this though

Y’all let Essek know you’re leaving!

I like how Jester and Nott and maybe sorta Beau kinda low key ship Shadowgast now

Matt: here’s a bunch of hermits

Cad: these are my people!

Oh god oh no I don’t like this woman she seems creepy as fuck

These poor monks

Oh come on go to the karaoke bar

Y: "do you have a song you always sing?"

N: "sweet Caroline.........it’s in abyssal!"

And then she "sings" it xD

Poor Matt is it his wits end xD

Cad is now drunk and high and trying to pretend to be Fjord

I like how eldritch blast is an in-game meme

Hiiiii Gentledad!

I love how he was all like "I’m not gonna be your dad" but she also has him wrapped around her little finger

Beau! Honey! Don’t cry! D:

B: "I feel like I’ve found my family with the Mighty Nein, I don’t like looking at my past because it doesn’t have the Mighty Nein in it. I’ve been avoiding the inevitable because... I’m afraid it’ll end up like my past." I’m crying

Fjord is so goddamn supportive

She’s so scared she’s going to lose them and what she’s found with them and my heart is BREAKING for her she needs a group hug immediately

"You’re still my Captain" god DAMN I love the friendship between Fjord and Beau

Aww, it makes me sad that they don’t quite trust Essek. I understand but it makes me sad for his sake (and also now that I’ve decided to trust him completely)

That was the best Super Bowl commercial of the year 10/10

Jester honey you’re gonna tick him off

J: "she is not that great."

TG: "well... you don’t know her."

Oh my god do NOT send your mom a letter do NOT parent trap them

Oh man it’s been a while since we had some good Jester and Nott antics

Oh god please pass each other

They DID xD

OH MY GOD

ITS THE PANTSLESS BANDITS

ITS

I CANT

BREATHE

these poor losers I’m

Yasha and Caleb having a talk.

Oh she asked him how he deals with it.

C: "I know regret, and I regret..... unless my intuition is very off, you know regret."

Y: "so it never goes away?"

C: "No..."

Oh honey </3

Y: "I feel like the forgiveness is almost harder to deal with. I feel like anger is an emotion that’s easier to deal with because that’s where I live. But I feel like with everyone being so nice and accepting I don’t know how to handle it. I know I’m not handling it well but I’m trying."

And now he’s talking about how even if they can’t wash the blood from their hands they can still use those hands to try to do good, and to do all they can to make the world better and not let the guilt consume them and you know what that is? GROWTH.

Somebody please teach them though that they can be forgiven

Y: "do you love her?"

C: "who?"

Y: "I don’t need to tell you who."

Y: "I’m sorry, it’s just that, I know, as someone who has lost someone, it’s important to say something before it is too late."

C, whispering: "it is too late, Yasha..."

And then he turns away but holds her hand

Goddamn I’m crying

Oh boy here we go Beau’s family time

I love how they are all ready to spite or fight Beau’s family in their own way

Please hug your daughter Mother Lionette

Not like that god a good hug

Baby brother ;_;

I hate how stiff her mom is THIS IS YOUR DAUGHTER YOU HAVENT SEEN IN LIKE THREE YEARS

oh god I’m gonna have feelings about her and her little brother

Oh Beau honey </3

"We were hoping you would come by sometime. To meet him." You could have ASKED.

Mom not answering about whether or not they sent Beau away knowing mom was pregnant

Omg she just gave him the jade she just admitted was the only thing she kept from her dad

"Look, Beauregard" don’t you even try it you bad mom you DONT you try to make excuses

Oh fuck here we go it’s time to meet asshole dad

Godddd I hate him

Whisperssssss

B: "I’d like to think that what I became had nothing to fucking do with you" TELL HIM BABY GIRL

Rip into him

God Marisha is killing it and killing me

I refuse to accept his "nobody teaches you how to be a father" excuses and I hope Beau doesn’t either

Like I’m often all here for reconciling with family or whatever but they’ve clearly hurt Beau so badly and she has a better family now

I’m so frustrated with the whole crappy family, but whatever makes Beau happy in the end is what I want

Wow that was some.... heavy stuff and I’m exhausted and it’s not even me I can only imagine how Marisha feels having to act it all out

NOTT that was Amazing "I hope that doesn’t happen to you" damn

Every one of them is telling Thoreau to stop being a shitty dad or else Kinda calling him out on his shit and I’m living for it

Ending on a group hug

God what an episode

They are killing it lately with these hardcore character heavy, emotion heavy episodes

lol Matt joking about having to play his wife’s IG dad xD

#critical role #cr spoilers #emi watches critical role