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we go just right.
#when the date went so wonderful that you don't even mind that you forgot your umbrella at home#crowley is doing his best and aziraphale appreciates it very much#aziraphale's very special version of pride and prejudice can't get wet#so you gotta use the four year old newspaper you found in your bentley#I am not mentally ready for season 2#it will change me in a way that I cannot even explain#thank you neil gaiman love of my life fr#good omens#good omens 2#good omens fanart#good omens 2 fanart#aziracrow fanart#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#david tenannt#micheal sheen#neil gaiman#digital art
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Shoutout to when Nami’s eyes do this thing that they do.
#truly a w for feminism 😌#shoutout to women fr#cat burglar nami#one piece nami#one piece#but honestly#this the type of shit I mean when I say more female rage please#i love you angry women I love you scared women I love you hurt women I love you fucked up women I love you#I love you complex women I love you women who are healing I love you women with walls and shells and facades and rage and pain#fuck I appreciate her character some much she’s so special to me#one piece screenshots#wano#one piece screencaps#Nami#one piece art#eyes#female rage#feminine rage#me yapping#yapping in the tags#nami my beloved#I���ll never be over her#one piece women
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u ever think about how the kids aren’t alright is a love song to friendship and pete said favorite record is a love song to the fans, when talking about it he said ‘my favorites always feel a bit off and out of place- maybe that’s why i love you so’ and twin skeletons is a love song to him too, where he said ‘the world doesn’t make sense to me but i’d rather it not make sense when i am lying next to you’, and maybe abap is an album that sings of all the devastation of love but is also bursting at the seams with the potential of love and love that comes to us in unorthodox ways, with all of its possible imperfections and deep devotions. maybe it is our time now if you want it to be, maybe i’m yours when it rains it pours, i spin for you, we could be immortals, if you just hold on. like maybe abap is one of the best most important albums ever do u ever think about it??
#posting this so late no one is here to go to abap world w me but. come to abap world w me#remembering that last post exists made me go a lil crazy i LOVE this album SO so so fucking much#it is so special it is so important. my number one babygirl forever and ever im the only one that gets u fr#txt#fob#abap#analysis.txt#p: 100#p: 500#save
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and here we are. end of the flashback, end of the collab! again, thank you to my amazing friends for participating, everyone did an amazing job 🤍
please go show them some love~
page 5 - @sad-leon
page 6 - @intotheelliwoods
pages 7, 8, ...uhh i lost count <3 - @vangh17a
and please, check out the previous part for the first half of the collab and the rest of my super cool and amazing friends that drew for this collab!!
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt leonardo#rottmnt donatello#live life au#*sobs* i love all these pages so much#i owe you all a drawing fr 🤍🤍#every single one of my friends are so talented!!!!!!!!!!#hey special thanks to vane for THIS FUCKING BEHEMOTH /pos#I THINK I OWE YOU MY LIFE#HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO BACK TO DRAWING MY COMIC FROM THAT#you come into MY COLLAB#one up MY COMIC#REFUSE to elaborate#and LEAVE?????#rude /aff#tw death#tw blood
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Alex Winter saying how he was Den Dad on the set of The Lost Boys - when he wasn't causing trouble of course..he was just 21 - for the two Corey's, chasing after them, trying to get them to actually go to bed, has just exploded my entire heart. He's such a cutie..bein' big brother to the Corey's😭😭
I am shook to hell that I actually got to meet this man in person..it's almost been a year and it still blows my mind
#the lost boys#alex winter#i love him your honor#he's so silly#giving orange cat energy fr fr#marko tlb#god tier special interest#if you haven't seen tlb please do#11/10 would recommend#best movie on planet earth
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PROFESSOR NEMO THEODORE INKLING REDESIGN 🐙🌊📚
Design Elements :
Straight, but soft features
Skintone less vibrant, more gray
Look the most uncanny (or at least I tried)
Hair isn't actually hair --- it's long, fleshy tentacles (8 of them)
^ Tentacles and pink patch in brow can change colors to camouflage and/or show strong emotions (face turns red when angry, blue when sad, etc)
Eyes meant to appear colorless
Very squishable, soft skin
Some Personal Lore & Headcanons ! :
Used to live in the Mariana Trench, but moved to Sea Mound to have better access to the land, where he went to school and such.
He has two rows of teeth, one row of frontal white shark-esque teeth, and a row of sharp black teeth closer to his throat. Meant to look like the beak of an octopus (irl dumbo octopuses don't have beaks or squirt ink, but I do it for the rule of cool).
Can glow (again, irl dumbos can't do that, but it's for the cool), and similarly to his cousin, the colossal squid, he has a glowing ring of dots around his eyes.
He has so many siblings that he's lost count (irl dumbos can lay up to 200,000 eggs at one time)
Being a shifter from so deep in the sea (which is a rarity in my AU universe), he's prized by Shifter Hunters ( a concept developed with the help of one super dope @mildy-vibing ). One time in his youth (way before the Octonauts), he was captured by Hunters but was able to escape, but he now has a fear of going on land (where he was caught). He will go on land if he feels safe enough and/or has to, but prefers to with company, or just not at all. None of the Octonauts know about this, or much of his past at all, only Min. (Who I see as both his best friend and lover)
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That's how you know I like a character, I make them creepy and give them trauma 👍✨️✨️
I love Inkling so much, I'm not normal about him, and I will admit it <3 🤭
#octonauts#octonauts fanart#octonauts au#calamaroo's art#calamaroo's au#octonauts inkling#professor inkling#he's my special interest character fr fr i love him so much <333
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Perhaps, if he had bothered to ask for a second opinion, Shadow Milk Cookie would have been told he shouldn't be doing this. Luckily, he hadn't, so he manages to confidently prepare the magic circle with very little concern towards the appropriateness of his own actions.
He steps back to look over it once more, checking for any errors, before finally setting the chalk down. Brushing off the dust from his hands, Shadow Milk admires his handiwork in the light of the crescent moon, his dough crawling with accumulated anticipation.
He noticed it a long time ago, the suffocating blanket of churning emotion that often drapes itself over him, heavy and dark. It isn't his own emotion, he realised that quickly, because it weighs over him instead of burrowing into his chest, and nothing happened to him personally to prompt such tumultuous feelings. This realisation was soon followed by another – namely, that some sort of external being must be the cause, and it must be following him, if its presence is plaguing him so strongly. It comes and it goes, but it always returns, and he is finally going to find out what it is.
So Shadow Milk is looking forward to this. It is his specialty as the holder of the Light of Truth, after all, to reveal unknowns, and this unknown has long become personal.
With the magic circle ready and the moon in the sky, there is no reason for him to wait any longer, so he doesn't. He steps carefully into the circle, making sure not to disturb the lines as he makes his way to the middle, and with a sweep of his robes, he settles down into a sitting position.
This spell is a difficult one because it was found incomplete, the rest of it either lost to time or unfinished. It had taken quite a lot of reworking to finalise something feasible, in between all his other duties. There is also the added caveat of it being a Black Magic spell, but Shadow Milk had found a compromise for that, which is precisely why he chose to perform it under the smiling crescent, mere days away from the new moon, instead of the full moon.
Regardless of the effort required, if everything went well, this spell should allow him to make contact with the being that had been following him, whatever it may be. More specifically, it should open a mental connection, allowing them to have a conversation even if this being was something incapable of speech.
That alone was worth all this effort. After all, Shadow Milk had plenty of questions to ask it.
He plants his hands on the ground, drawing power from the moon tentatively like unspooling a thread. It starts to spill in quicker, wilder, and he makes sure to remain calm as it seems to buzz and writhe through him, focusing on redirecting it into the magic circle. It begins to glow a cold white, and Shadow Milk feels his dough prickling like it is being watched, that familiar presence growing heavier around him like a blanket. He bites down on his excited smile.
Don't worry. Just a little bit more, and we'll finally meet.
Shadow Milk's hands twitch with the force of the magic coursing through him, and he watches out of the corner of his eye as the shadows in the room seem to congeal, growing thicker and pooling out of their hiding spots. They eat away at the magic circle, closing in on Shadow Milk swiftly, and he welcomes them as they eagerly swallow the circle, the floor, the walls, the room, everything.
What happens next is difficult to describe. He doesn't feel the ground fall out from under him, he just realises it is no longer there. It is so dark that it makes no difference if his eyes are open or closed, and they don't seem to adjust no matter how many times he blinks. It only makes the surrounding darkness begin to squirm in strange patterns, as if alive. He suddenly feels strange and cold.
But most importantly, he feels like he is submerged in those restless emotions, his every move weighted like he is underwater. They nearly choke him, stronger than he has ever felt before, and delight bursts in his chest in jarring contrast, thrilled that the spell seems to have worked.
"Hello?" He calls out, his voice echoing in a way that makes his ears ring. For a moment that feels like forever, there is nothing but a deafening silence around to greet him.
And then, he is attacked with blinding light.
Shadow Milk rears back as much as he can manage, instinctively shutting his eyes at the assault, and raises a hand to shield them when he immediately tries to open them again, curious of the source. Squinting past the shade of his palm, he finds dozens of white suns glaring down at him, their light doing nothing to penetrate the overwhelming black of the void.
"How are you here?" A voice calls back, hoarse and whispery and frantic, as if it had never been used before, and Shadow Milk's breath catches.
Upon closer inspection, the suns surrounding him are actually the pupils of a dozen huge eyes, bearing down on him with wide-eyed focus from all sides. Shadow Milk soaks in the attention, joy bubbling nauseatingly in his stomach like soda, his mind running so fast that his thoughts become incomprehensible.
"Who are you?" He asks, the question almost bursting right out of his chest with how suddenly it comes. He can't quite look at the eyes directly, with how blindingly bright they are, but he does his best to hedge in quick glances.
There isn't a response, not from the voice or the eyes, but that doesn't deter him. Now Shadow Milk has unshakeable proof that the being is here, capable of conversation, he doesn't need any more encouragement to keep going.
"I'm Shadow Milk Cookie, though you must know that already." He introduces himself with a polite nod of his head, somewhat entertained by the thought of his eldritch companion being shy. When that doesn't garner any meaningful result, he tacks on, lightheartedly, "Isn't it a bit rude to not introduce yourself back?"
The eyes blink at him, the syncopated movement rippling through the nothingness.
"...There is nothing to introduce." The voice replies reluctantly, though it sounds more stable than before, slightly stronger as it curls around him. "I don't have a name anymore."
"You must have a name," Shadow Milk urges with a creeping smile, "or at least something I can call you."
There is another stretch of silence, long enough that Shadow Milk is forced to reconsider his approach, before it is graciously broken by his companion, who must have come to some kind of conclusion.
"You can call me the Beast of Deceit, if you must call me at all." The Beast offers, and if Shadow Milk's attention hadn't already been fully devoted to it, that certainly would have done the trick. "That is all anyone calls me now."
"The Beast of Deceit." Shadow Milk repeats the syllables carefully, tasting them as he brings a hand up to the warm pulse of his Soul Jam. Something clicks pleasantly in his mind, like a perfect solution to an equation that has been bothering him. "Then you're almost like my other half, aren't you? Since Truth and Deceit are direct opposites." The thought is nice enough, he supposes, but more than that, it is intriguing. "Is that why you've been watching me?"
This must be the wrong thing to ask, because the Beast skates past his question entirely, eyes squinting as if pained. "You shouldn't be here."
"And yet, here I am. It took quite a lot of work for me to get here too, so you'll understand that I'm not in a hurry to leave." Shadow Milk explains amicably, hoping that if he was clear with his intentions, the Beast might entertain a more fruitful conversation. He pauses, looking around at the surrounding infinity. "Where is here, anyway?"
"Nowhere you would want to be." The Beast says cryptically, its voice slowly moving, collecting somewhere in front of him. It's a bit disorienting.
"...You aren't very good at holding a conversation, are you?" Shadow Milk sighs, not unkindly but certainly with growing frustration. Still, he has considered this possibility before, of his unknown companion being uncooperative, so he tries again. "Isn't it unfair for you to not answer any of my questions, after following me around for so long? I think I deserve an explanation, at least."
"I have no explanation to give." The Beast's tone is flat. It's… a disappointing response, frankly, but Shadow Milk smiles through it.
"But you can't deny that you are the one who has been following me." He counters, his voice light and pleasant so it doesn't come across too heavily as an accusation. "Your emotions are very palpable, so your presence isn't subtle. There is no mistaking it."
The coiling thickness of those emotions seem to shift around Shadow Milk now, almost self-consciously, but they do not lighten. Such strong negative feelings - he is fascinated by them, the researcher in him wanting to know what exactly could cause them.
The Beast sighs as if it is carrying the weight of the world on its shoulders, and the sound finally settles in front of him entirely as some of the eyes slide closed. The clashing light and dark begins to morph before him, a faint silhouette forming and rising out of the nothingness.
Shadow Milk watches, enraptured, as the shape of a Cookie emerges, dripping with the void itself. He looks battered, wrapped in dishevelled black robes with equally dishevelled dull hair. It is covered by a dark hat shaped like a crown, with what must be his Soul Jam set in the middle, its blue the only splash of colour to be seen. His eyes are covered in a thick black blindfold, and he holds a staff protectively in front of himself with both hands, eerily similar in style to the one Shadow Milk left outside of the magic circle, if not for the vertically oriented eye.
All in all, he does not look intimidating. If anything, he looks like a chess piece.
"I apologise for that, then. I wasn't aware my presence would disturb you so much." The Beast mutters, as if he would prefer not to be speaking, his form not quite fully formed. "But you shouldn't be here. Please leave."
"You don't look like much of a beast to me." Shadow Milk comments warmly, extending the friendly compliment in the hopes of distracting the Beast from his complete lack of intention to leave. Even so, his words are genuine. "That title doesn't fit you at all."
The Beast frowns, ducking his head lower. "Don't act so familiar with me. I am called the Beast of Deceit for a reason." He hisses, but it holds no malice, only tiredness. Then, after a beat, he repeats, firmer than before. "Please leave."
The title really doesn't suit him, though. Shadow Milk ponders this for a moment, before mentally renaming him as the King instead. A poor excuse for a king, perhaps, but that still felt far more appropriate than a beast.
"...Will you really not tell me anything?" Shadow Milk asks finally, growing more subdued. "You must know, since you have been following me, that I have worked hard to be able to contact you like this."
"I have nothing to tell, I have already told you that." The King reminds him quietly, unimpressed, turning his head away. "I apologise for your wasted time, but it was unnecessary to begin with." Then, after a beat, he repeats, an attempt at a lacklustre command. "Please leave."
Shadow Milk hums under his breath, pondering this too. This isn't going exactly how he had hoped, that is true, but to call his time wasted is completely incorrect. On the contrary, all this encounter has done is make his curiosity peak, even more invested in this mystery than he was before.
Maybe it was for the best that the King refused to tell him anything. Thinking about it now, wouldn't that have been too simple? It is more fun to unravel some things himself, and Shadow Milk is certainly capable of uncovering the truth behind this odd apparition.
It is his virtue, after all.
"...Alright." Shadow Milk nods, taking one last lingering look at the King, before closing his eyes. "If you insist, I'll leave."
The King doesn't reply. That's fine. Shadow Milk focuses on searching himself internally for the tether to his physical body, for the anchor that is the magic circle. Since this is his first time casting this spell, and the way the magic twists is unfamiliar, it admittedly takes him a moment to get a hold of it, but he does.
Concentrating on that anchor, he calls himself back to his body.
Much like leaving, returning is just as hard to describe. There is no jolt, or impact. Everything simply returns – his senses, the floor beneath him, the sound of the wind outside the window – from one moment to the next. He shudders as he gets reacquainted with his body, or rather, his body gets reacquainted with him.
The chaos of those negative emotions are awfully thick in the air, squeezing around him tightly like they hope to crumble him. Shadow Milk relaxes into it, releasing his grip on the flow of magic and the spell itself, and opens his eyes.
There, in front of him, the King is suspended in the air above the outer edge of the circle, unmoving. His form flickers, translucent and blurring at the edges. Slowly, unnervingly slowly like he doesn't know how to use it properly, he turns his head.
"...What is this?" The King whispers, the words almost dissolving into the ambient noise, his grip on his staff visibly tightening.
"The spell I used to make contact with you forged a connection between us." Shadow Milk says patiently, making sure his expression is open and welcoming, the same one he uses when introducing himself to new students. "If my presence could be projected to wherever we were previously, then naturally your presence can be projected here too. It's only fair, since you were watching me anyway, weren't you?"
Shadow Milk rises to his feet, brushing dust off his robes with both hands. The King says nothing, but he can practically feel the frown directed at him.
"I understand if you don't want to tell me anything. That's okay!" Shadow Milk assures, lifting his gaze back to that blindfold, that staff, that Soul Jam, near identical to his own. His curiosity burns.
"You don't have to tell me," he smiles like a promise, "I'll find out for myself."
#i had a lot of fun writing this!! i love writing varying flavours of the most dysfunctional dynamics ever witnessed#special thanks to umbra of umbralvessel fame for enduring my mad ramblings on this au#my partner in crime and no1 enabler fr <3#shadow milk cookie#pure vanilla cookie#shadowvanilla#pureshadow#vanilla milkshake#swap au#the biscuit library
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so i started rewatching gravity falls again. wendy corduroy my beloved 💚
#wendy corduroy#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#she’s 27 here aka how old she’d be this year irl#can never decide if i hc her as bi or lesbian (cause alex was vague about it in his tweet)#either way she’s theeeeee sapphic lumberjack ever god bless#i love her your honor#btw i may or may not have mystery twin art i’m saving to post on their bday…hehehehe#every time i think i’ve escaped GF it comes crawling back. special interest fr#steph draws#x
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Okay lied not finishing this for real style look at them the prettiest girls at thee party THEYREE GOIGNN TO STEAL ALL YOUR MONNEY NO COIN WILL BE SPARED NO BERRY UNPLUCKED RUUUUUUUUN
#used all of my favorite corny sparkle brushes otherwise I LOVE CORNY SPARKLE STAMP BRUSHES#op#⛈️#i love them dearly#they are so special 2 me#let robin be silly happy she is the peoples' princess!!!!!!!!#oda get your shit together im so fr#nico robin#robin one piece#nami one piece#nami#one piece#film gold#<<< kinda but not really#my art#silly style#uh dont look too closely at the pokerchips or you may realise that theu are jusst the word pokercjip#<< guy who only actually draws things that they find fun in that exact moment
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There's something about Data's love for Sherlock Holmes that's so special to me.
The writers could've made him interested in something stereotypically tied to robotics or something like science or math, but they didn't. They gave him an interest in a detective book series from the 1800s.
I mean, sure, Sherlock Holmes is extremely popular and internationally loved (probably even still in the future), but the fact that they chose THIS SPECIFIC book series for Data to be interested in is something that is so so special to me.
#i love him#his special interest!!!!#hes like me fr#i think data would like granada#data soong#data star trek#star trek the next generation#star trek#ollie rambles
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Did a quick paint warm up of @fallenclan's GoldenStar! I dunno why but this invokes 'propaganda poster' energy, which was not intended but???
#my art!#warrior cats#fanart#can u tell ive been into painting lately?????#fr tho love fallenclan they are such a special arc in the warriors fandom timeline I will remember them forever
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Some inside job art! Mostly just trying to figure out how to draw these two
#inside job#brett hand#reagan ridley#doodles#these aren’t rlly anything special yet just me figuring out there designs but! there will be more…. I promise hhgh#I need to figure out how to draw Brett doing diff expressions ghgh. cuz so far I can only confidently draw him w his mouth gaping open#his mouth is so interesting tho! I love. how they draw it in the show. it’s cute. it’s one of his many cute qualities.#this is a man constructed out of mostly just cute qualities honestly ghgh#but so yeah! I wanna figure out. how to properly and confidently draw. him making diff expressions#cuz! even if usually smilingly vacantly is his default expression. he still has others! and. I wanna be able to depict them ghghg#I’m talking a lot about Brett here but I fucking love Reagan too.. she’s fucking… uGHG#WE LOVE TSUNDERES IN THIS HOUSE!!!#I kinda relate to both Brett and Reagan lol. but to be fair they both have a lot of issues so I guess it makes sense#like. me looking at Brett’s desperate need for approval: omg… he’s just like me fr fr#ghGH OK ANYWAY#yeah. have some inside job art#hopefully there will be more soon!#I fucked up one of the tags in there but I don’t feel like fixing it lol. it’s the one about ‘smiling vacantly’#just pretend it’s not fucked up ghgh
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neuvillette's lore is actually insane. we all took one look at him and went "haha dragon🫵" but i significantly underestimated how big of a role he would play. he's the incarnation of the original hydro sovereign. he took back his rule right under the heavenly principles' nose. he's the one handing out hydro visions now (not even because he has to, he doesn't, he just grew so fond of humanity that he chooses to). he gave away the hydro gnosis bc he straight up doesn't need it. he's planning to DETHRONE ALL OF THE ARCHONS (in a few hundred years, when the traveler's not around to see it, so it won't be awkward for them). he's kind and soft-spoken. he's full of vengeful rage. he's a father to hundreds. he found his purpose after feeling lost for 500 years. skirk pulled him aside for a super-secret convo and when he saw us again he immediately spilled the tea. as far as i can tell, he spawned into existence fully formed. no other character can fucking compare
#neuvillette#genshin impact#4.2#genshin spoilers#aphelion.txt#SORRY BUT I FINALLY FINISHED THE AQs TODAY AND IM IN MY FUCKING FEELS#by all rights he should've hated focalors- the thief of the hydro sovereignty- the most.#he cried when she sacrificed herself in front of him.#he is so gentle. i think he does feel genuine indignance and anger over what happened to the dragons#but he mostly talks about the eventual judgment as if it's something he must do out of obligation and duty#i loved him in 4.0 but he honestly shot up the ranks now to being one of my favorite genshin characters of all time#i'm still in awe at how he and focalors completely defied the heavenly principles and WON.#barring some big plot twist in future updates they fucking WON.#any victory against the heavenly principles that we've seen in the story so far has been pyrrhic at best#this is the sort of thing i'd think would usually cause them to nuke fontaine with a heavenly needle#(lol that would be a devastating one-off fanfic for someone to write)#but anyway focalors most bamf god of teyvat fr#and neuvi her accomplice my special guy
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(sound on!)
"Tomorrow, we're sure to have clear skies."
A Boonboomger Video Comic 🌧️🌈
The comic in (mostly) still form
Here is the Youtube video in case the uploaded video quality is really bad.
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#boonboomger#bakuage sentai boonboomger#fanart#boonboomger spoilers#no because why was i busting out after effects for my silly toku show#but i really loved this episode specifically#they're doing a great job of carrying the theme through the show#like this ep would not hit the same without all the build up#and it was beautiful seeing where this team/theme basically originated in the form of ms. mashiro#and you really get the sense that there's so much to taiya#like no wonder these 5 people are willing to risk it all for him#and the team bond is really so special to me#im gonna be fr i never really like 6th rangers as much as the og team#but the fact that his story directly opposes taiya's is so interesting#and the gradual warming up to the team is making everything much more believeable#sorry i said a lot but i hope you can sense my love for the show in this comic!!#also if you have any thoughts abt the ep or the comic please talk to me!! i would love to hear!!
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Evening chat I give you my list of some of my autistic Max Caulfield related headcanons except a lot ended up being pricefield related oops (does include spoilers)
Remember these are all HEADCANONS and me just being silly and having fun projecting on my fav lol
- that grey jacket she’s always wearing? That’s her comfort clothing item why do you think she’s still got it in double exposure
- even ever since she was really young Max has always been a picky eater bc of dealing with food textures and generally not liking a lot of things. Chloe always tried to make sure her mom bought things that Max liked so she could always have stuff to give her no matter what
- Max doesn’t really know how to like. Enter group discussions, it’s a lot easier for her to talk to people if it’s either one on one and with someone she’s familiar or comfortable with, she knows what she’s gonna say to someone before going in (like “I’m going to go up to Kate and check in on her” or “I’m going to go up to Brooke and ask about her drone”), or it’s someone talking to her and asking her questions, so when it’s people just generally chatting in a group she usually gets left out cus she doesn’t know how to jump in
- loud noises usually overstimulate her (vortex club party was hell) and growing up one of the more common times that occurred was when it stormed outside :) [which still held true throughout the game :))] post sacrifice Arcadia Bay ending she just kinda completely shut down in Chloe’s truck for a long while through a mix of it and the emotions from everything
- aside from Chloe, Kate was the first person Max found who actively listened to and engaged in her infodumping. During their first few tea hangout sessions she’d find herself accidentally going on about photography and stop herself, and every time Kate would encourage her to keep going cus she enjoyed hearing about it (ultimate Loves to yap + loves to listen duo)
- a lot of the time when Max shuts down she ends up going nonverbal for long periods of time and Chloe is the only one who can translate what she’s trying to communicate lmao. Everyone else, while they mean well, tend to just get confused so if she’s like with Kate or Warren when it happens they’ll just be like “shit time to track down Chloe”
- Chloe’s hair is one of her favorite things to mess with and play with cus she loves the sensation of running her hands through it, so when she’s overwhelmed Chloe will just take off her beanie and let Max run her hands through her hair for as long as she needs
- The Captain is her comfort plush which is why she brought him with her to Arcadia Bay. Usually she carries him around with her as much as she can but she didn’t wanna get made fun of for it at Blackwell so she started keeping him in her dorm. Post Sacrifice Arcadia Bay, she drags Chloe back to Blackwell before they leave so she can retrieve him from the rubble and starts carrying him with her everywhere again. Post Sacrifice Chloe she just starts carrying him with her everywhere at School without really worrying about what people will think, and everyone just doesn’t say anything cus they can tell she needs it.
- Max relies on music a LOT to block out the world when everything is too much. Chloe knows this and when she’s not using her earbuds to do it alone, will always offer to sit quietly and listen with her if she wants
- Warren Graham I know what you are /ref him and Max infodump about nerdy movies together almost every chance they get and sometimes they have to be pried apart in the halls to get them to go to class bc they will go on for hours if left alone to
- going back to that “Max struggles with conversation in groups” point, if said convos are happening in the photography classroom whether it’s a “class discuss this” moment or a group project, Kate will always try her best to get Max included in ways that work for her like asking for her thoughts or just pulling herself away from the group to chat with Max one on one
- girlie needs very specific instructions for things because otherwise she will overthink what to do and get confused and this has screwed her over with so many class assignments but I think she’d get help from Kate in that regard because she’s the only one she’s not anxious about asking if she knows what someone meant by something
#autistic max is so very special 2 me cus she’s kinda the first comfort character I have#that like is the closest to being almost canonically autistic#like I could go on and one about it it makes me so happy she’s so me fr fr#I AM CRINGE AND I AM FREE!!!#I don’t expect this one to get attention I’ve just had a shitty day and wanted to be self indulgent lol#also the Kate ones can be taken as Marshfield I don’t mind cus I actually rlly love marshfield lmao#life is strange#lis#max caulfield#pricefield#chloe price#kate marsh#warren graham#headcanons
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actually we're going to talk about Folie more because it makes me frickin insane that the two songs that took lyrics from to you unfinished are Coffee's For Closers and w.a.m.s. and in both cases the words are twisted to make them so incredibly painful. because to you is basically to my reading a huge love letter to the band's through all their ups and downs, "all us believers still believe every time we sing "two more weeks'," "you put my head in such a flurry," "send my love, to everyone above" etc etc etc and then not only does CFC take "preaching electric to a microphone stand" and pair it with the words I will never believe in anything again, but w.a.m.s. pulls "worry worry you put my head in such a flurry/ freckle freckle what makes you so special" from the heart of a poem about a band that is also a family and then IMMEDIATELY AFTERWARD says I'm gonna leave you, I'm gonna teach you how we're all alone. everything about the spirit of to you unfinished is flipped on its head, recontextualized and handed back poisoned. Folie is almost a breakup album and What A Catch, Donnie sounds like a farewell going into a hiatus that no one knew if they'd come off of. the way to you unfinished fits in feels almost like the same sentiment behind I Don't Care, lyrics taken and twisted around and pointed back, extra sharp, extra venomous, without concern for the harm caused. Pete going down with the ship, maybe. my love and hate for you are infinite, etc etc etc. do you get what I'm saying here?? *shaking you* do you get it?!
#also ''what makes you so special'' compared with... everything about what a catch makes me INSANE#''i don't know much about classic cars but I've got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke'' 🤝 ''I've got a lot of friends who are stars#but some are just black holes''#ETC ETC ETC#there's SO much love and hate and lines blurring fr fr#and it's all framed around just like... terrible toxic relationships??? insane insane insane#sorry guys happy folie a deux Friday Saturday I'm going bonkers#she speaks!#fob#fall out boy#folie a deux#m
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