me, in my head:
who is this? who am i? did that car just drive by? am i having this bit of ennui and losing focus of the things happening around me? (car crash sound) is this an existential crisis (oh my god, honey! someone help!) in the middle of the road? (someone help!) did i just cause an accident, was that what i did? did i destroy them? what am i doing walking down the 101? (pull over, pull over!) and more importantly, was i a bad son? (please pull your car over to the side of the road) nope, gotta keep thinkin! (this is helicopter police we have a runner) family's important. (seems like she's having an existential crisis) that's the thing i know. my dad sold everything and i let him, let that go. (call in the air force) my mom and sister they've been gone for years, (i've got a shot. i've got a shot) but i let my dad get rid of all his money and i gave into his fears. (take the shot, take the shot) so now i'm walking down the 101. there are explosions. (miss. big miss.) yes i think i'm dodging bullets from a gun. (she's very good) yes i'm walking down the 101 (call in the crazy six) but more importantly, (calling in the crazy six) was i a bad son? (crazy six has a shot. we're gonna take the shot. we're the crazy six, the biggest assassins in the united states) now i'm building my confidence i gotta do what is right. (oh my god she's walking towards us. i'm gonna throw the grenade) and i'm having this thought (throw it) while i'm doing cartwheels in between cars and dodging their sight. (that was a miss. big miss.) yeah i can move so fast, make their guns choke. (we're fired? oh my god) while i'm thinking about what is right i'm moving as fast as smoke. yeah i'm running! (oh my god she's as fast as smoke!) down the 101! (she's on foot!) i'm running! (should we just join in the song?) down the 101! (uh, yeah we probably should join in) [everyone] yeah i'm running! down the 101! but more importantly, was i a bad son? even though those cops repeatedly referred to me as a she. i gotta do the right thing, i gotta do what's right inside of me. so now i'll walk off the 101, rent a kia, drive home and be a better son.
IM GOING CRAZY! I JUST FOUND OUT THAT THERE ARE THINGS CALLED PENCIL POINT PROTECTORS, AND ITS TO NOT GET GRAPHITE DUST ALL OVER UR PENCIL CASE AND THE STUFF IN IT. I. WENT. TO. 3... 3!! DIFFERENT STORES AND THEY DO NOT HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT... I LOOKED LIKE A CRAZY KID ASKING FOR SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T EXIST! Ughhhhhh
Oh honey I’m sorry! Perhaps they’re only available at speciality stores? Or online? Heck try eBay! Good luck honey- who cares what anyone says- if they keep your pencil case nice and clean I am all for that! Happy searching my darling!
You were scrolling through your twitter feed when you came across a tweet from Corbyn.
Corbyn Besson: Can’t wait for tonight’s show ;)
You scrolled a bit further and found the fans raging over that little wink face, asking themselves what it meant. But only you knew that. You and Corbyn.
A few days ago Corbyn had reached out to you. He had offered to buy you a ticket to their show in Portland as well as flying you out. You liked the idea of it, but couldn’t allow Corbyn to pay for it, so you told him you’d pay yourself. Little did you know he had secretly set up the whole thing. He knew how it felt being away from your significant other, and could tell it tore on the both of you.
Today was the day. The day you would finally see your boyfriend again. The tour hadn’t been good to your relationship, and you had felt the distance between the two of you growing. Because of this you were super nervous. You had spent the whole day dolling up to look you best. Your makeup was natural with a pop of color on the lips. For your outfit you went for a Why Don’t We t-shirt who you had tucked into your jeans. Simple, but cute, just how you wanted it.
As your Uber pulled up outside the venue, the nervousness hit you. You texted Corbyn that you had arrived, and shortly after he was opening your door. You rushed out and jumped into his arms. You hugged him tight, and he returned it.
“I’ve missed you so much,” you say almost crying from happiness.
“I’ve missed you so much as well, but I know someone who’s missed you more,” he hints smirking. You smile because you know he is talking about Daniel.
“He still doesn’t know does he?"
"He doesn’t suspect a thing.”
You jump up and down in excitement, squealing.
“I don’t think you know how excited I am,” you say once you had calmed down a bit.
“Actually I think I have a pretty good idea,” he says making you both burst out laughing.
“How should we do this?” You ask in a more serious tone.
“I actually have nothing planned,” Corbyn confessed. “How about we just do it simple, just walk in and see what happens?"
You follow Corbyn inside the venue. You struggled to keep your cool, but somehow you managed to. That’s when you saw him. Daniel. Your Daniel. As much as you had thought about this moment, planning it to a tee, all of that didn’t matter now.
"Daniel!” You almost yell, making him turn around. Once the two of you locked eyes you felt the heat build up in you. Your heart pounded so fast you were afraid it would popp out of your chest. You dropped everything you had in your hands and sprinted towards his embrace. You jumped into his arms and clung to him as tightly as you could. After a solid 2-3 minutes of just hugging, the two of you started unraveling.
“Michaela! What are you doing here?!!” He asked. He was grinning from ear to ear something who made you do the same.
“Seeing you of course,” you laughed.
If it was possible Daniels smile grew bigger. You felt his hand snake around your waist and to you back. He pulled you towards him and put his other underneath you chin, lifting it slightly up so your lips could connect with his. You had missed this. Kissing and hugging him. It felt right doing it again. Once you pulled away the both of you were beaming. Then you heard Corbyn clearing his throat.
“Omg yeah, and you can thank Corbyn for all of this! He put the idea in my head, he even offered to pay for it all! Can you believe that? I obviously couldn’t let him,” you explained to Daniel.
“Thank You bro,” Daniel said and hugged Corbyn.
“No problem Daniel. I know how it feels being away from your girl, and I noticed it had really been getting to you lately, so I decided to do something about it,” Corbyn told the both of you.
“Did you actually offer to pay for it as well? That’s mad bro!"
"I kinda did as well,” Corbyn mumbled.
“I am sorry, what? CORBYN?! I THOUGHT ME AND MY MOM SPLIT IT?!” You nearly screamed.
“No I paid all of it,” he said humbly.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” you said over and over again while hugging Corbyn tightly.
“I love you two so much,” you told the boys once you pulled away.
“We love you two, Michaela,” they said simultaneously.
I’ve been working my way through the Critical Role transcript editing backlog, and thus I have been privy to many months of Matt’s hair changes. There is definitely a difference between Good Matt Short Hair:
“You can do whatever you want to my body, but don’t you dare think you own me.” He said looking up at Max. Google's shirt was missing and his belt was undone, his hands handcuffed to the bed.
Max lifted his brows, tilting his head. “Oh Google…. Honey… I do own you though, I bought you after all” he smiled, sitting on his knees in front of them. “And I keep you like this…” He cupped their face. “Because you run away if I don’t.” He hissed, his nails digging into the sides of their face. “I keep you here because you’re the only one I can keep from leaving me!” He yelled. “Everybody leaves me!” He slapped them and got up, running a hand through his hair. “Bottom line…. I do own you, Google.”
“One of your fears”.
Well I mean there’s the obvious “something terrible happening to one of my kids or Al.” Nothing else comes close. Related to myself, what am I afraid of? 1.That I’ll never achieve my potential? Oh honey that ship sailed YEARS ago. Who the fuck cares anyway. 2.That I’ll never lose weight? Also who cares. That’s not exactly my life’s work. 3. That people will judge me/ignore me/go on without me? DO EEETT.
Oh, I don’t like heights. There is that.