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❛ Max, it's... it's Nathan. I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt Kate or Rachel, or-or... I didn't want to hurt anybody. Everybody... used me. ❜ independent, selective, & private nathan prescott of the life is strange series. blog is headcanon-based and canon divergent. written by scout.

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                          ‘ MY PARENTS WANT TO KILL ME.                                                  let them kill me.  𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁.𝘃. ‘                                               nathan prescott. life is strange. by scout.

[arcadiafound]

                          ‘ MY PARENTS WANT TO KILL ME.                                                  let them kill me.  𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁.𝘃. ‘                                               nathan prescott. life is strange. by scout.

[photoangst]

i made a new blog!

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[photoangst]

hmm...,, haven't been here in a while,,

[hazumonster]

commission

[darkrccm]

this is a commission I bought for me and me wife @photoangst from our very first thread together!!!

[photoangst]

"You turned into the biggest disappointment in the Prescott family lineage." - Nathan's great dad

“Oh, SUCK MY DICK.” His reaction is sudden and hostile, it’s almost as if he’s aware that this whole thing is his mind playing tricks on him. ( In the back of his head, he can hear Dr. Jacoby, or Dr. Christensen, or Dr. Bill, telling him ‘good job.’ ) “Have you even looked at your son? I wasn’t like this until he─...” Nathan stops, fishing in his shirt’s breast pocket to pull out his cigarettes. 

“Fuck off. You’re not real, anyway.”

[darkrccm]

happy birthday to me wife @photoangst !!!!!!!

[photoangst]

[ sms ] → i got kicked out of Barns and Nobles cuz i put all the bibles in the fiction section / from dana lmao

[ sms to: SPOOKY SLUT  🦇🕸👻 ] →  LMFAOOO I SAW ON UR SNAP[ sms ] →  DID THEY TAKE UR PIC… OR UR FINGERPRINTS[ sms ] →  PLS TELL ME THEY HAVE A POSTER W UR FACE ON IT NOW[ sms ] →  JUST HANGIN UP SAYING “DONT LET THIS BLASPHEMOUS BITCH IN HERE EVER AGAIN”

[darkrccm]

Rachel wasn’t one to easily be unnerved. After everything that had happened in Arcadia Bay, who would be? Over the year and a half that her and one Nathan Prescott (She was technically a Prescott now, wasn’t she?) had left the Oregon shore behind the two had seemingly built a new life for themselves, one that Rachel had always dreamed about. They traveled around the country for a while in a pretty rad RV, got hitched down in Las Vegas and needed no one else besides each other.

However, the two had run out of gas in the backroads of some ass backwards woods behind some shit hole small town and once the two realized there was no cell reception, they had begun to travel back towards town. It wasn’t until they had stumbled upon a house nestled a few hundred feet back into the woods that Rachel realized that there were still some things that could scare her.

“Nate – this place is filled with weird shit,” Her voice holds strong though she visibly looks uncomfortable (arms crossed over her chest, shifting between her feet). They shouldn’t have just walked in, but the door was ajar and no one was home, they just needed to use the phone for Triple A and then they would be on their merry way. Perhaps that would still be the case if the blonde hadn’t realized that the jars lining the shelves were filled with what looked like human hearts, intestines and god knew what else. 

“You don’t think those are – ?”

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Always one for macabre art, the fear doesn’t settle into Nathan right away. It was his idea to go into the house anyway, and with his grip on Rachel’s hand he could feel how quickly her palms became clammy. It’s almost as if some ethereal being put all of this down for him  ─  their gas-less RV, this creepy town, this abandoned, dark house? All around Halloween? This situation they were in currently topped any shitty Vortex Club party, or any “get-together” the Prescott family would hold for business partners. Better than any shitty haunted house Arcadia Bay could offer. This was the real stuff.

As they enter, he looks back at his wife as she almost immediately rips her hand away from his. Nathan nearly turns around and pouts, playfully, before deciding to respond to her reactions in a more... mature way. “Babe, c’mon, we can be in and out of here. I just gotta find their phone. If it doesn’t work, you’ll watch me while I climb the trees for better reception?” His serious look turns more childish near the end, and he turns away from Rachel, looking for any end tables or wall sockets that would indicate a phone.

At the call of his name, Nathan looks back at Rachel and walks behind her, pausing at the wall she’s looking at. He bites his lower lip while examining all of the jars, listening to Rachel’s wavering voice. All the while, Nathan’s wondering whether or not those intestines are real. He knows how they make these fake organ jars at haunted houses, or establishments like Ripley’s Believe It or Not! (A simple printed picture of the “scary” thing, laminated, placed in jars full of dyed water to give the appearance of organs in formaldehyde, or something.)

In an effort to lighten the mood, Nathan wraps his arms around Rachel’s waist suddenly, hoisting her off of the ground and turning her away from the wall of jars. He playfully stammers  ─  “Hope it’s not... G-G-GUTS!!! We really got ourselves in a pickle here, Scoob!” 

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[darkrccm]

@photoangst

[supernovasuggestions]

I wish I could give you the stars, but they’re already trapped in your eyes.

[photoangst]

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[meme-cafe]

.ﾟ☆ﾟ.  ╼  random texts.

[ sms ]  →   i got kicked out of Barns and Nobles cuz i put all the bibles in the fiction section [ sms ]  →   dude, I’m at a wedding and there’s a mashed potato bar and bacon strip appetizers. I’m getting all emotional [ sms ]  →   some kid outside just shouted ‘ask the frogs’ [ sms ]  →   why did i make a hit list last night containing only mcdonalds? [ sms ]  →   I’m at the airport and there’s a guy wearing all camoflash to go hunting .. Should I bump in to him and say woahh sorry didn’t see you there? [ sms ]  →   microwave minutes are longer than normal minutes. [ sms ]  →   my grandma just put on bowling shoes, to play wii bowling. [ sms ]  →   how can people fall in love when things like bagels exist [ sms ]  →   someone changed my text signature to “Also, I think I might be gay” last night. Also, I think I might be gay [ sms ]  →   I’ll be there in 5 min. If not, read this again. [ sms ]  →   You totally narrated your dogs thoughts for 2 and a half hours last night, and I was enthralled. I didn’t say one word, I just listened. [ sms ]  →   would you like to blur the lines between friendship and lesbianism tonight? [ sms ]  →   he emptied an entire bag of goldfish onto the bed and rolled around yelling the theme to jaws trying to eat them [ sms ]  →   why are there post-it notes all around the apartment labeled ‘we need more bagels’  [ sms ]  →   just saw some guy walking down the street rapping about various types of pasta. [ sms ]  →   dude, you just left me a 3 minute voicemail of pop rocks in your mouth. Im sitting right next you [ sms ]  →   some kid came into the principals office and tried to explain what he was sent there for through interpretive dance.

[pukicho]

Do you have any regrets?

Absolutely! Thanks for the ask

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

“Fuck” Sentence Starters

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splattermemes:

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

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𝑯𝑶𝑳𝒀 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑻, 𝑴𝑨𝑿, that was HILARIOUS when you guys dug up Rachel’s body! 

❛ Oh-oh no no no, boo-hoo-hoo, 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 ! ❜ 

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