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[timewarriior-blog]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you watching?

Text Messages | ACCEPTING

[ SMS ✉ → ᴄᴘᴛ. ʙʟᴜᴇʙᴇᴀʀᴅ ] ——   ...Who said I was watching anything?[ SMS ✉ → ᴄᴘᴛ. ʙʟᴜᴇʙᴇᴀʀᴅ ] ——   Are you creeping outside my dorm window?! Is there a hidden camera in my room? Were you asking me what I was watching so that when I asked what you were watching back you could say me? *gasp*

[whctthefuckever]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to drunk text me rn?

Text Messages | ACCEPTING

[ SMS ✉ → ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ] —— how the fuck should i know??? i dint have a breathilizers...brathalizer,,,,fuck it you know what i mean

[timewarriior-blog]

frost blue / new leaf / black

Colorful Headcanons | accepting

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

Autumn is her absolute favorite season, but given the option between only winter and summer, she’d pick Winter. Max likes cozying up and being wrapped in soft sweaters. It’s more comforting than the hellish sauna that is summer. Especially since winters are usually pretty mild in Oregon.

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

The people you love are more important than your own comfort. Get over yourself and stop being such chickenshit all the time.

black: does your muse have a ‘bucket list?’ list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

Max has always made mental notes of the cool things she’d like to do some day. Those were nothing more than idle promises to herself. She knew full well she wouldn't actually pursue most of them. She knew she should. She wanted to. But she wouldn’t. However, after....everything that happened when she returned to Arcadia Bay....she’s started writing them down with the intention of actually doing them.

[whctthefuckever]

blue lace agate / hematite / pyrite

Crystal Headcanons | ACCEPTING

blue lace agate: my muse’s favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

On a good mental health day, he prefers verbal face-to-face conversation. Those days are rare for him though. So his second choice are emails or letters folded and slipped to people. Never snail mail if he can help it, that shit is too formal and outdated as fuck. Most often he’ll use texts. They’re easiest. He hates them. It makes it too simple for him to say things rashly and fuck up.

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

Nathan is and isn’t squeamish. Okay, hear me out. So, the sight of blood and gore and other traditionally defined ‘disturbing’ imagery doesn’t put him off. He’s drawn to those kind of things. Horror is his go to movie genre and the subjects of his photographs tend to border on disturbing. However, he is situationally squeamish. If that’s a phrase. It is now, because that’s what he is. He reacts viscerally to the things that do disturb him. He’s an extremely emotional guy despite his efforts not to be and things affect him deeply. When he can detach, he’s not a bit squeamish, but if it’s a scenario that jars him firmly into reality, he gets violently sick.

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

As we know, Sean Prescott prefers that his son receive the treatment method of pills being thrown at him to fix surface level issues like a band-aid. This means Nathan ends up taking pills to cancel out the side effects of other pills and then more pills to cancel the side effects of the new pills and so on and so on. He takes pills to ease his Restless Leg Syndrome which was caused by prolonged usage of his antipsychotics and antidepressants. Even when Nathan is staying on his meds and not mixing them with anything recreational, he’s at risk of overdosing. Which is way he doesn’t take half the pills he’s prescribed even when he’s committed to being better.

[whctthefuckever]

‘ one more word and i’ll burn your breakfast. don’t test me. ’ ( (ง ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)ง !!! )

Pick-a-Fight Meme | ACCEPTING

“Not like that could make the food here taste any worse…The fuck are you doing back there anyway? Decided to finally go into the family business?”

[timewarriior-blog]

❝ look. look with your special eyes. ❞

PVPing Starters | accepting

Max tried. Really, she did. But she had no idea what she was supposed to be seeing. She squinted into the distance of the junkyard for some kind of clue.

“Um, Chloe....what are my ‘special’ eyes looking at exactly?”

[whctthefuckever]

“i like my men like i like my coffee. silent.”

ANNA KENDRICK TWEETS | ACCEPTING

“No one fucking asked you, bitch. No one’s making you sit here.   You  want  peace  and  quite?  Leave.”

[timewarriior-blog]

💕💕💕

New Years Kisses | accepting

Strictly speaking, they weren’t supposed to be up here. The door to the roof of their dorm building had definitely been locked for a reason and she was sure the university’s security team wouldn’t be too happy with the beating said lock took. But Max wasn’t sweating it. This beat the smell of b.o. and vomit that usually accompanied a New Years party, especially a collegiate one. They definitely weren’t missing out. Besides, they’d have the best view of the fireworks in town!

Max kept anxiously looking between her wristwatch and Chloe, who was blessedly keeping her tipsy ass safely in the middle and not wandering too close to the edge of the building as Max had worried she might. “We should have brought a blanket up here! Then we could have sat down.” No doubt that cement was icy cold. No thanks.

She squeaked when her watch hands struck midnight, fireworks filling up the sky seconds too early. The perfect backdrop for the picture she snapped with frozen fingers as she swung her free arm around the blue-haired girl’s shoulders and gave her a quick kiss. 

“Happy New Year, Chloe!”