#Warrengraham

[somedaysometimess]

life is strange is one of the prettiest games ever

[highlord-mullins]

A fun idea that spawned out of a Discord conversation . . . hope y'all enjoy and have a hellamazing weekend!

Not much in the way of story on this one, though Kate totally suggested the movie.  Also this was semi inspired by the works of an artist on Tumblr by the name of Nash (I say semi because the premise was a date and seeing Frozen in theaters) and you should totally check them out.

[scribbat]

ITS THIS IDIOTS BIRTH TODAY (he’s so old omg) I WILL LUV HIM 4EVER !!!! hope he goes ape ape ape <3 <3 <3

[mollygreenteas]

IDK IF THIS WILL WORK AND IF SOMEONE WILL SEE THIS GIVEN THE GRAVEYARD STATE OF THE FANDOM and this will be the first and only time i use hashtags .. for now .. BUT

If Warren was in The Tempest, which character do you think he would suit more?

Trinculo - Alonso (King of Nape)’s jester, gets roped into Caliban’s plan to kill Prospero (or Prospera in Rachel’s case), but is hesitant and only goes along because he has no other choice as his friend Stephano, n Caliban have already made up their minds. Trinculo is a coward, and a follower to whoever is the percieved leader in whatever situation he is in (which is why he is thrilled by the submission of Caliban)

Stephano - Alonso’s butler. He is a drunkard (seen escaping the shipwrecked clinging onto a barrel of wine) and his first appearance involves him singing boisterously. He reunites with his friend Trinculo and Caliban immediately takes him as a master worth serving, which is why he offers the opportunity to become king of the island once they kill Prospera. He thrives in Caliban’s attention.

He can also be a secret third thing (combination of both character because nobody plays both of them, but it would be a tricky thing to work with)

Just testing out if anyone has any opinions, but it’s ok if this post doesn’t get any traction, i’m just throwing this out there to help with my decision. Yes this is for a fic. Thanks in advance if anyone decides to put in their two cents!

Edit: thinking of adding king alonso into the fray ..

++ also i know warren would definitely be a shit actor 😭 But think of it as him losing a little bet and being forced to audition for a role in the play ..

EDIT 2: ALL GOOD NOW THANKS GUYS REMOVIBG TAGS NOW !!!!!!

[ruewrote]

𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

PAIRING: drunk!warrengraham x gn!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: can we dance by the vamps WORD COUNT: 639

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you wish you didn't have such a big soft spot for him.

this is how warren had you sat in your car outside of nathan prescott's house party, as soon as you heard his slurred speech over the phone you straightened up in your bed, pausing the show you had previously been watching.

the call didn't last long after you heard his initial question, to come and pick him up. with that you were already slipping out of your bed into your slippers, grabbing your keys as you headed for your car.

your thumbs tapped against your steering wheel to the quiet music that filled the car. waiting for warren's dumbass to get in so you could finally leave.

the whole front garden was littered with abandoned red solo cups, rubbing your clammy hands against your silk pyjamas not bothering to change before you left, it wasn't like you were getting out anyways.

finally, seeing him drunkenly stumble out of the front door before greeting other people, them giving him a firm slap on the back making him stumble forward with a laugh.

sighing in relief just knowing that he was okay made you feel better. as soon as he opened the door you could smell the stench of vodka, it getting stronger as he slipped into your passenger seat.

"heeeyyyy," reaching over the console and pulling you into a hug, your face pressed into his neck. even with the overwhelming smell of alcohol with you this close you could smell him.

"okay, okay let's get you home, loser." you announced as you went to move away, but his arms just tightened 'round your waist bringing himself even closer to you.

"nooo i'm so comfy here!" the small action making your cheeks feel hot.

"hm well that's too bad, i was gonna promise cuddles at the dorm when we get back, but i guess you don't want that. no?" you sighed dramatically.

you didn't think that someone could move as fast as he did until he jumped away from you, him accidentally bumping his head into the window making him whine and rub where he was hit.

"oh my god, let's get you back before you decide to find another way to accidentally injure yourself."

"one more step! yep. there you goo!" you whispered shout.

gently pushing warren onto his bed then going to grab him some water, "help i can't get my shoe off!" you hear him call from the other side of the room.

you rushed over to his side to help, not wanting to risk him waking up the remainder of people who were actually still in their dorms. placing the glass of water on his nightstand.

"you gotta be quiet, i'm not supposed to be in here remember dude!"

"don't call me dude," he pouted, as you finally got his shoe off his foot.

"sorry, bro." you laughed as he groaned.

his complaints soon quietened down once you crawled up his bed, sliding under the covers beside him.

"hi,"

"hi," you giggled at the look on his face, it being between looking tired and drunk.

"you're so pretty."

the three words replayed loudly in your mind, staying quiet trying to remind yourself that he's just under the influence. that he doesn't really mean it, but you couldn't quite believe that with the way he was looking at you right now.

hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. a nervous habit you had picked up over the past couple of years.

when he received no response he looked down, but back up again when he felt you brush the hair that fell infront of his eyes out of the way.

"you're pretty too."

it didn't take the two of you long to fall asleep with you wrapped up in each others arms.

short one but justice for warren fics!! more to come soon :)

[moomine]

sober thoughts | warren graham

summary: (drunk!warrengraham x sober!reader) You and Warren have been friends long before getting accepted to Blackwell Academy. One night, you find Warren drunk after a vortex club party, and make sure he gets home safely. Little do the two of you know, you're both interested in being more than just friends.

word count: 2,577

warnings: no trigger warnings (just fluff here)! all characters are 18+

now playing: Radiohead - "Thinking About You"

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Once a week, the evening at Blackwell Academy was consumed by loud, bumping house music and drunken teenagers partying like it was their last day on Earth. The Vortex Club, Blackwell's royal family, would commandeer the swimming pool to host their lavish soirees. You had been to a couple, but the noise and the smell of drunk, sweaty teens quickly became unappealing. As the semesters went on, you started leaving campus to avoid the events altogether, deciding to occupy your time studying at the public library, grabbing breakfast for dinner at the Two Whales, or walking the beach. Anything that sounded remotely more interesting.

That night was different. It seemed like you were the only person who didn't want to attend tonight's party, let alone be anywhere near campus. Around 11:30 at night, you decided to pack up your things and return to the dorms for bed. As you pulled into the parking lot of Blackwell, you could already hear the loud music and ever-familiar chatter. you parked your car and turned off the ignition, stepping out into the cool September night air with a slight shiver. The music was intolerably loud, and you realized that, regardless of the time and your distance from the school, you'd still hear it faintly in your dorm that night.

You ran a frustrated hand through your hair as you looked around the parking lot at students coming and going from the party. In the corner of your eye, you noticed a familiar figure, Warren Graham, sitting on the curb, curled in on himself with his head in his arms.

You and Warren had been friends for a while. Science and math were never your strong suit, unlike him. You much preferred writing and the arts to experiments and calculations. When you were freshmen, he helped you when you started to fail biology, tutoring you after school and being your buddy in class. After that, you two started hanging out from time to time. You watched movies, talked about video games and comics, and bonded over your mutual fade-into-the-background-ness back at your home school and, unfortunately, when you guys were accepted to Blackwell as well. However, Warren never faded into the background for you. Even before the two of you became friends, you noticed his presence very quickly. When the sight of his nose wrinkling while he laughed made your heart skip a beat, you realized that maybe you liked him as more than just a friend.

Your expression softened as you approached him. Whatever negativity you harbored toward the party was washed away, now replaced by worry and concern for the boy sitting alone.

"Hey, Warren," you said, softly, crouching to his level. "You okay?"

It was like your words stirred Warren back to consciousness. Not necessarily that he was asleep, but rather that he wasn't all there. Like he was sinking into the ground and hearing your voice was enough to bring him closer to the surface again. He lifted his head like it was too heavy for his neck to support, almost immediately using his shoulder as a rest for his head of dirt-colored hair. A tender, excited smile stretched across his thin lips, making his eyes crinkle ever so slightly and his cheeks lifted with happiness. He looked tired, but behind the fogginess in his eyes, you could see he was happy to see you.

"Hey, you..." he slurred as he tried to sit up a little straighter. "I'm much better now." His words dragged, dripping from his lips in a sing-song, honeyed tone.

You smiled. "Oh yeah? How much have you had to drink?"

Warren looked off for a moment, staring past you rather than directly at you. Slowly, the gears in his head were starting to turn, twisting with each other as he traced his memory back for each shot he had taken along with the handful of beers he had either sipped on or shotgunned. The boy who was usually so good at math was struggling to work out simple addition, the alcohol hindering his intelligence. He looked down at his hands, now counting out on his fingers before he stuck both of them up in the air with a proud smile. While holding down his pointer finger with his thumb on one hand, he expertly determined he had had about eight drinks (which was most certainly a vast overestimation on his part). Your eyes widened at the realization, shaking your head with a sigh.

"That's... a lot," you paused, "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I feel funny. But not bad funny," Warren started, leaning in as his voice dropped to a loud whisper. "I'm so happy you're here. I missed you."

Your cheeks flushed a subtle pink. Under the light of sparse street lamps in the parking lot, it was hard to see but you could certainly feel it. Heat rose through your body as he leaned in. You swallowed, your throat suddenly feeling extremely dry.

"I missed you too." Your tone was soft and genuine. You tried your best to hide your flusteredness, but you knew you were failing. At least he was wasted, you thought. There was no chance Warren could tell in the state he was in. "How about we get you to your dorm?"

The boy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest in protest. "Noooo... I don't want the night to end. I'm not even tired."

"You don't have to go to bed, silly," you tried to convince him. "I just thought you'd want to get out of this boring parking lot."

"Can we watch a movie?" His eyes lit up as he spoke, and his hands found your shoulders.

You nodded with an amused smile, and your body rocked as he shook you. "Sure thing, whatever you want to watch. Now, let's get you up, okay?"

You reached for Warren's hands, taking them in your own as you came to your feet. With a good pull, you were able to get him clumsily on his own. Warren swayed from side to side as he tried to gain his balance again, rocking on his heels.

"You got it?" you asked, keeping your hands out to catch him in case he fell.

"I think so," Warren mumbled, putting a heavy hand on your shoulder to balance himself.

"Here, I got you," you started as you pulled his arm around your shoulders. "We'll do it together."

"You're the best. I'm so lucky you're my friend," he mumbled. His head rested against yours like a heavy stone.

A small laugh slipped through your lips and you nodded —once again grateful for the darkness cloaking your flushed face, as you two started your walk to the boy’s dormitories. With each step you took, Warren struggled to keep himself up, leaning against your body as he put his full weight on you.

"I wish you would have gone..." he murmured, staring ahead with a blank expression.

"Gone where?" you asked.

Warren waved haphazardly with his other hand, trying to motion back to the noise behind you guys. "The party, duh."

You tried to look up at him but couldn't, his head keeping you from meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you wanted me there."

"I only ever want to see you," Warren slurred.

Your eyes widened at his words, but you shook it off. You reminded yourself that he was drunk and not completely in control of his words. Plus, Warren was known to be a bit of a drama queen.

"What if I go to the next one with you? Would that make you feel better?"

"Yeah." Within an instant, his tone became lighter, happier.

The music grew quieter the further you got from the party. Straggling students lingered around the courtyard before the dorms, talking amongst each other and seemingly enjoying a break from the excitement of the party. Cricket's song and the breeze through tree branches created an atmosphere that was far more relaxing within the night air. It felt like a whole other world in comparison to the flashing lights and chaos several feet away.

You two sunk into the dorms, and the warmth from inside wrapped around you like an inviting hug. It was close to silent within the hallway as you approached Warren's dorm room.

You reached for the door handle, the knob not budging as you attempted to open the door. "You have your key, right?"

Warren hummed in acknowledgment. He dug into his pocket, lazily pulled the key from his jeans, and handed it to you. You unlocked the door and walked him inside, leading him to his bed so he could sit down. The room was dark before you turned on his bedside lamp. Warren was very much a no-overhead-light-ever kind of person, something we had in common. Warm yellow light illuminated the small space once the lamp was switched on. Along his brick walls were posters of comic book characters, bands, and his favorite movies. A mess of loose papers and clothing was scattered across the floor. As per usual, Warren's room was a wreck but not disgusting. Sure, he'd leave dirty clothes on his floor, but any food waste he had was quickly and efficiently thrown out.

On his windowsill was a line of nursery pots, all with individual tabs labeled with different notes and specimens. Must be an experiment for one of his classes, you thought. His desk was covered in notebooks and textbooks alike, both marked up with sticky notes with some containing actual notes and others being doodles depicting his agony with chemistry. You laughed a little at the sight of it.

Warren let out a soft, content sigh from behind you as he eased himself into his bed. He looked over at you with a lopsided grin. "I haven't thought about the periodic table once tonight. Can you believe that?"

"I can actually. I'm surprised you can think at all after all you've had to drink," you teased, taking a seat beside him on the edge of his mattress. You reached over to untie his Chucks, pulling them from his feet and tossing them to the ground. There was no way you were going to change him, but the least you could do was help him get a little more comfortable.

He sat up beside you, laughing as you picked fun at him. "Hey... can I tell you something?"

You turned to face him and realized he was much closer than you had thought he would be, his face less than a foot away from yours. Your throat went dry as a desert, and you swallowed in an attempt to wet it.

"Of course," you nodded. "You can tell me anything."

"You promise?" Warren mumbled, averting his eyes from yours and focusing on the ground instead. His face was slightly flushed, his freckled cheeks dusted a soft pink.

"I promise." you reaffirmed, looking him up and down questioningly.

"There's been something I've been wanting to tell you, but I've always felt too..." he trailed off, his voice wavering. The alcohol on his breath served as a reminder of just how drunk he really was. "I've always been too nervous to say anything. But I'm not right now."

"Warren, you're drunk," you said, trying to deter him from continuing. A part of you wanted so desperately to know what he had to say, but you knew that once he was sober he'd likely regret telling you. If he'd even remember at all, that was.

Warren whined in a not-so-quiet protest. "I'm not that drunk. I'm feeling pretty sober now."

"You're wasted." You shook your head immediately.

"Please." He leaned in, his face once again rapidly growing closer and closer to yours. "Just let me finish."

Your eyes trailed over his face, fixating on his eyes and his lips. The warm brown of his irises was so inviting and only popped more in contrast to the dark circles forming under his eyes. They were like a warm, light cup of coffee first thing in the morning. His lips were stuck in a small pout of desperation. It was like he had been dying to let something off his chest, like once he said what he needed to everything would be okay forever. Or maybe it wouldn't, but it seemed like that was a risk he was willing to take.

"Warren, I..." The words felt caught in your throat, clinging to your dry tongue for dear life.

"Please," Warren pleaded, staring directly into your eyes now. "I like you. I have for so long and it's been eating me up inside." His words came out in a rushed flurry of emotion. He looked at you intensely, his eyes overflowing with admiration and something you couldn't quite place. "You don't have to say anything... Hell, you don't even have to like me back. I just wanted to tell you..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Slow down," you said, putting a hand on his knee to grab his attention.

Warren's eyes dropped from yours to your hand. His lips parted as he fell silent, staring back at you with uncertainty abundantly clear all over his face. The alcohol in his system made him feel more confident, but not so much that he didn't care about what happened next. You felt bad watching him sit there at the edge of his seat.

"Maybe we should talk about this in the morning? Y'know, when you're more clear-head—" Warren cut you off before you were able to finish.

"No," he insisted, looking you dead in your eyes. "I mean it. You... you gotta believe me."

"I do," you said as you leaned in closer. "I like you too."

"What?"

"I said I like you too." You smiled at him, giving his shoulder a small squeeze. "But right now you're drunk and it's late, and I think we should talk about it more tomorrow, okay? What if we grab breakfast at Two Whales in the morning? Like a date."

"You... you wanna go on a date with me?" Warren's expression was priceless, filled with excitement and disbelief.

You nodded. "Of course I do. The sooner we get to sleep, the sooner we can. So you better get some shut-eye, got it?"

Without a word, Warren was lying on his back and struggling to get under his covers. You couldn't help but laugh as you stood up, leaning over once he was all tucked in and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. His breath hitched and he giggled like a little girl. As Warren started dozing off you searched around the room and situated a quick "hangover kit" for him on his nightstand. He was going to need it in the morning.

"Goodnight, Warren," you said, heading for the door. "Sleep on your side, okay?"

He hummed and turned over so he was facing you. The fight to stay awake was quickly becoming too much for him as his eyes began to slowly flutter closed. "Mhm, goodnight..."

Your gaze drifted to him once more before you stepped out of the room, closing the door behind you. As you walked up the stairs to your dorm, you felt your heart start to swell thinking about the fact that the Warren Graham liked you too. And that you were going on a date with him tomorrow morning. Maybe those Vortex Club parties weren't all bad after all.

[panestates]

#WARRENGRAHAM: ヽ༼ ಠ益ಠ ༽ﾉ

[vlad1sh]

Человек в кадре выглядел просто венцом человеческого бытия, его неловкая грация были лучшим, что случайно смог углядеть Нейтан. Пришлось подойти к идеальному существу с картинки и разбить иллюзию прекрасного вдребезги. Рожа-то знакомая. Он и волосу с его головы его больше не даст упасть, чтобы не портить эту красоту.

#warrengraham #nathanprescott #lifeisstrange #grahamscott

[2seokies]

Look at my favorite little mad scientist #warrengraham

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[m4rkkkuss]

"𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝐼 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝓉." ----🦋--𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓶-----🦋--- "𝐸𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶 𝓂á𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓇𝑒í𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑜". ----🦋--𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓶-----🦋---

[woeismyhoe]

If LiS characters were real (or rather was a TV series :p)

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Max Caulfield

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Chloe Price

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Rachel Amber

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Victoria Chase

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Nathan Prescott

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Kate Marsh

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Warren Graham

Also Chloe’s hair is like hard to make so just refer to that hair she has here as Ashly Burch’s pls lmfao

[somedaysometimess]

chloe and max feel sigma!

[highlord-mullins]

The final piece in my previous iteration of my head canon fanfic thingie, (it's not going away just reworking it)

Not much of a story to go with this one sadly . . . the idea was Max and Co were attending a form of Japan cultural faire in Seattle and having a grand time (with Chloe winning Max a Hawt Dawg Man plushie which Kate finds absolutely adorable). As for Victoria's meek deminer here, this takes place shortly after she was kinda unofficial accepted into the friend group as they only just ran back into her for the first time since the night before the storm. Kind of an end of an era this one, as it's both the final piece from my previous iteration of my headcanon fanfic AND last piece of Scottish Ham I'll be making for the foreseeable future (It's Scottish Marsh's time now).

[scribbat]

little ween grham doodle 💫

i wanna draw cooler more dynamic stuff but i’m so bad at stickin to something ToT but happy exposure month 👍

[peterdewitt17]

Sleeping

[theartistichorseman]

I've finished episode 1 of Life is Strange and I absolutely love it 😍 Thank you so much @dangerous.jacksons for introducing me to this game 🥰 I didn't know I had it saved on my Xbox. My neighbor gave it to me as a birthday present. I hope you love this drawing as much as I do 🥺💕 . . . . . . . . . . #lifeisstrange #pricefield #digitalart #chloeprice #maxcaulfield #rachelamber #amberprice #lifeisstrangebeforethestorm #arcadiabay #lifeisstrangeedit #lifeisstrangegame #ibispsintx #chloepriceedit #katemarsh #nathanprescott #beforethestorm #lifeisstrangechloe #chloeelizabethprice #warrengraham #victoriachase #danieldiaz #seandiaz #maxinecaulfield #procreate #chloe #max #amberpricefield #lifeisstrangecosplay #lifeisstrangefanart #dagger_700 https://www.instagram.com/p/CNaRlfNDGdp/?igshid=u2jnrs5xpocw