#mark jefferson

[cishetlou]

#life is strange #chloe price #max caulfield #nathan prescott #warren graham #victoria chase #kate marsh #mark jefferson

[arcadiabaytornado]

When I catch you Jefferson. When I catch you Jefferson. 

It’s bone chilling how he acknowledges how harmful it would be to have false images of yourself taken....just to take pictures of women when they’re drugged. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if he genuinely thought he wasn’t taking “false” images because the creepy fuck relishes the moment innocent is lost. He knows the negative emotions he puts women through are very real. So this scene adds to the list of why Mark is one of the creepiest villains ever created.

And while he doesn’t spread his victims photo’s all over the world, he is complicit of spreading pictures of vulnerable women. Max says in Episode one that the picture below is one Mark had taken. It’s a photo of a women who’s looked down upon by the camera angle while a man’s hand rests possessively on her shoulder. She’s also not well clothed, which within this particular context is very unsettling.

This picture is displayed proudly on the Blackwell campus for everyone to see. It's an image of a vulnerable woman being shot out in a public space, which is uncomfortable. I don't think this picture is bad in another context. It could have been a symbolic piece about all sorts of things. Control. The sexualized male gaze. The general objectivation of women. However, within the context we're given, I'm very willing to say that this image was designed with sexual intent or the intent to push Mark's innocence lost narrative. It's very unsettling as it is. Yet it's even more so now that we know that Mark knew the impact of spreading around photo’s of vulnerable women but choose to do it anyways. 

#Lis #Life Is Strange #Mark Jefferson

[vexthebest69]

me n who fr

#life is strange #warren graham #nathan prescott #grahamscott #blackwell academy #mark jefferson #max caulfield #chloe price

[amr-shitposts]

#Multifandom gem #they did nothing wrong #angus bumby #sakharine #vincent smith #tf2 medic #gendo ikari #william afton #father anderson #captain kuro #shou tucker #zeke jaeger #i'm down bad #💀 #Ah i forgot my man mark #mark jefferson

[maxthesillyy]

jefferson reads max’s journal but mistakes her writing about her time-traveling as a weird, self insert story she’s making, and the only thing he gets from it is that max is very gay (but he already knew that…)

based on that one death note meme:

#sorry life is strange mutuals #/silly #jefferson reading the journal in front of max: “is that youre fucking self-insert” /ref #whats funny is that i did that one too with them #i actually spent so long editing out the subtitles but it looks good so #lis #life is strange #max caulfield #mark jefferson #mr.jefferson #mr.jeffershit

[madamemaximoff06]

Me: “I’m not a slut”

fictional Villians/Serial Killers exists:

Me: “Okay maybe I am a little bit”

Characters in Order:

Billy Loomis (Scream 1)

Stu Macher (Scream 1)

Mickey Alteri (Scream 2)

Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax)

Jason (J.D) Dean (Heathers)

Habit (EverymanHYBRID)

Patrick Andersen (MLAndersen0)

Jack Torrance (The Shinning Mini-Series)

Kappa (Black Mirror)

Tate Langdon (American Horror Story)

Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow (Batman: The Dark Knight Trilogy)

Light Yagmai (Death Note)

Erik Destler/The Phantom of the Opera (Phantom of the Opera)

Mark Jefferson (Life is Strange)

Simon Kelleher (One of Us is Lying)

Joe Goldberg (You)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Valtor (Winx Club)

Josh Washington (Until Dawn)

#Really exposing myself with this but of well #scream franchise #scream 2 #scream 4 #rory culkin #culkin cult #black mirror #kappa black mirror #death note #death note light #light yagami #you tv series #joe goldberg #One of us is lying #simon kelleher #phantom of the opera #erik destler #life is strange #mark jefferson #everymanhybrid #emh habit #mlandersen0 #patrick andersen #ahs tate #batman scarecrow #jonathan crane #the shining #bo sinclair #I have a thing for the mentally unwell #Madame's rambles

[tangent101]

Have we gotten Rachel wrong this whole time?

There are plenty of theories about Rachel Amber in the LiS community. Some folks like to think of her as a manipulator who only was out for herself. We have others who think she was deep in love with Chloe and would never cheat on her and everything she did was to get her and Chloe out of Arcadia Bay. It seems like everyone looks at Rachel and sees something new. But… what if we were all wrong? What if Rachel was something else… someone who tried avoiding conflict by talking to people and agreeing with them… and thus everyone saw her as they wanted to see her?

There is actually some evidence toward this in the game. First, Chloe herself points this out, though in a way that is perhaps less than flattering: "She blended like a chameleon. Clearly more than I knew… or wanted to know…." People take this as to Rachel was able to see what makes a person tick and just become the person that someone else wanted… but we can see several people who had a rather negative view of Rachel. So what is it about those people that had a negative viewpoint of Rachel?

First, we have David Madsen, who detested Rachel and saw her as a bad influence and a criminal. He was investigating Rachel and had photographs he felt were of her being a drug mule. Next, we had a truck driver who talked about Rachel really wanting to get out of town. And of course there is Mark Jefferson who also had a… twisted view of Rachel, though it also seems Rachel was so enthralled by Jefferson that she may have been sleeping with him (and both Stella and Victoria seem to be interested in what's going on in Jefferson's pants as well, though I'm not sure why, he's not that charming).

The truth is that Rachel was something other than a manipulative gold-digger or the like. She were a teenage girl who disliked conflict and was adept at listening to people and when talking to them would agree with them? I mean, consider her two breakup letters, one to Frank and one to Chloe? Rachel so wanted to avoid conflict that she left a letter to Frank because he scared her. She did not want a fight. She wanted out. So she left… with a note basically giving her reasons and essentially ending things. (Frank thankfully accepted that.)

Chloe also got a letter. Honestly… given it was all crumpled up, I half-wonder if Chloe had read it while high one time and crumpled it up and forgot about it afterward. But we have a very important line here: I don't want you to hate me. I don't want you to hate me. That's a very interesting thing to say. There is no deliberate malice, this is someone who has found someone else who just rings all those bells but wants to keep the friend aspect. She still wants the laughter, the moments of sharing a glance and both having the same thought, the things she envisions friends do… but to walk away from the sensual intimacy.

Remember what Victoria Chase said to Max in the Dark Room, that she was just a teenage girl? That's Rachel. Rachel Amber was not a seductress or a narcissist or a monster. She was a teenage girl who was avoiding conflict in her life, but in doing so ended up in a shallow grave in a junkyard. Because quiet girls don't make history… they end up used, abused, and discarded. They end up on the rooftops willing to throw themselves to their deaths because no one would listen to them. They end up abandoned because they were not good enough, because they ultimately were not willing to stand up to those who would use them.

Max, before Chloe reentered her life, was one of those quiet girls who ends up used and discarded. The reason folks keep seeing Rachel in Max is because Rachel stayed quiet and let people make up their own minds about her. And they saw in her what they wanted.

Or at least, it's one way to interpret Rachel Amber.

#rachel amber #max caulfield #chloe price #chloe and rachel #amberprice #frank bowers #mark jefferson #david madsen #life is strange #life is strange speculation

[ohmanareyoucereal69]

#me core #ohmanareyoucereal69 #life is strange before the storm #life is strange #life is strange true colors #life is strange max #max caulfield #Chloe price #rachel amber #mark jefferson #nathan prescott #warren graham #lesbian #wlw #lesbian girlblog #girl blogger #girlblogging #this is a girlblog #girl blog #story games #videgames #ps5 #favorite games #nerd #🤓☝️

[dalekofchaos]

The more I think about the Bae or Bay ending, the more I wish there was more emphasis on why Arcadia Bay needed to die.

The storm was not caused by Chloe's survival because the storm still happens if Jeffershit killed her. Hell Max's first nightmare implies that the storm still happens if Nathan kills Chloe.

The theory that Rachel's violent and disgusting death and the Prescott Foundation gentrifying the Native Americans land caused the storm always made sense to me. But they dropped those plotlines because of budget issues.

I'm sorry, but more emphasis on The Prescott Foundation and putting Sean Prescott as the mastermind of the game and focus more on why Max got her powers in the first place would've been better than what we got.

#Life Is Strange #Pricefield #Amberpricefield #Max Caulfield #Chloe Price #Rachel Amber #Nathan Prescott #Sean Prescott #Mark Jefferson

[whatsjulietslastname]

To me, the real butterfly effect in Life is Strange is : what if Blackwell Academy never hired Mark Jefferson?

Rachel wouldn’t have died. Nathan would still be the loser we see in Before the Storm, disturbed but not dangerous, and maybe he wouldn’t have been in the Vortex Club. Kate wouldn’t have been bullied, because no one would have drugged her at that party. But no one would have drugged Chloe either, which means Chloe wouldn’t even go in that bathroom, which means she wouldn’t die on Monday, and Max wouldn’t have gotten her powers. But would Max even go to Blackwell if Jefferson wasn’t a teacher? I’m a huge believer that going to Blackwell was partly an excuse to go back to Arcadia Bay and reconnect with Chloe, but she still said she came because of Jefferson. And what would be Chloe and Max’s relationship if Max didn’t save her, and Rachel was still alive? What would be Rachel and Max’s relationship?

So yeah, anyway. Just shower thoughts.

#mark jefferson #max caulfield #chloe price #rachel amber #nathan prescott #kate marsh #life is strange #lis #life is strange before the storm #lis bts #pricefield #amberprice #amberpricefield

[gonsia]

M: I think the dose is not enough

M: Catch this look

J: Okay

#life is strange #life is strange fanart #mark jefferson #mark jefferson fanart #fanart #artwork #sketch #yandere game #artists on tumblr #yandere #yandere male #lurking for love #lurking for love fanart #jacob alden #jacob alden fanart

[arcadiabaytornado]

Why do you think Max submitted a picture of herself for the Everyday Heroes contest?

I think it was Max is giving a giant middle finger to Jefferson. What she says when she hands in the picture heavily implies that she's doing it out of spite. (Also, from a meta perspective, I wouldn't be shocked if the devs wanted to give Max a win in this episode considering it's all downhill after the photo gallery. )

Quite frankly, I think it's hilarious that she did exactly what Jefferson wanted right before ruining his life. She gave him a win and then immediately took it all away.

#life is strange #lis #asks #max caulfield #mark jefferson

[rad-world]

Uh ohhh.

There's no excuse I just wanted to draw pain and suffering. Also I do not draw Max enough and that's about as criminal as this photography teacher.

#max caulfield #life is strange #life is strange game #lis fanart #lis #digital art #my art #digital painting #drawing #mark jefferson

[stringcage]

Interesting suggestions ..

#life is strange #chloe price #victoria chase #max caulfield #mark jefferson

[cherrybomb-ed]

Rachel amber is so 'cant catch me now' coded and I really can explain it.

#life is strange #rachel amber #olivia rodrigo #cant catch me now #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #chloe price #max caulfield #amberprice #pricefield #mark jefferson #lis #life is strange before the storm #lis bts #before the storm #bts

[mediocrewallflow3r]

To Be Loved and Have Loved - (Nathan Prescott/ AFAB Reader) Pt. 1

Title: To be Loved and Have Loved

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Post-Storm Nathan Prescott/ Female Reader

Rating: Explicit- minors shoo!

Word Count: 1.7k

Content/Warnings: A continuation to @delopsia 's "To Build A Home", takes place directly after, Sloppy makeouts, Light Dom/sub, Good Nathan Prescott, Life is Strange Comic Lore, post-storm, Nathan ruining his Father's dining room out of spite, plus size! reader, Nathan being soft for only the reader, Aftercare, slight subspace, future Metallica References, Nathan Prescott Needs a Hug, Praise Kink, Safe Sane and Consensual, Fluff and Smut.

A/N: Hi there my lovelies! It’s been a long while. I’ve been away improving my art in college, trying to improve at writing, and becoming a part of the Tumblr community. This is a continuation of https://www.tumblr.com/delopsia/672519407059222528/to-build-a-home?source=share and will be posted in parts. Pre-writing and posting I reached out to Del and got permission to continue their lovely fic. I’m honored that I can post my writing in addition to theirs! Feedback is very appreciated and please go check out Del!

"Why do I get the feeling that you're planning something devious?" You chirp as the two of you begin walking to your car.

"How do you feel about joining me for a secret rendezvous in my father's precious dining room?".

"Why most definitely my good sir!" you gallantly respond, curtsying for dramatic effect.

"You're a fucking weirdo, you know that right?" Nathan says, shaking his head incredulously. Though, you can see the blush dusting his pale ears.

The stars above twinkle brightly in the suburban sky while you and Nathan pile into your car, excitement buzzing between the both of you.

After turning the ignition, Nathan's hand gently reaches over and squeezes your thigh. His nimble fingers toy with the tights almost bursting because of your larger thighs.

"What's that for, cowboy?".

You watch as his bright blue eyes meet yours, amusement painting his features.

Nathan adverts his gaze from the stars and meets your eyes. "Nothing in particular, nerd," Nathan smirks under your intense gaze.

Huffing, you pull out of the old church parking lot. You see in the corner of your eye Nathan waves to a few people. A smile graces your lips at the thought he considers some survivors worthy of a wave now.

Driving through the back roads of Arcadia Bay proves interesting, many broken limbs and scrap are still littering the road- hindering the ability of drivers. You try not to think about the families that may have not survived while you drive past crushed homes.

From what you've heard, Max and Chloe have found a place closer to the remnants of downtown Arcadia. According to Victoria, Max is even collaborating with her art gallery in New York. She mentioned something about Chloe working up to being a small-town mechanic. You try not to think about Mark Jefferson's ongoing trial.

"What're you thinkin' so hard about, little doe?" Nathan questions, gently. His thumb tugs and twists at your tights fervently.

"Our friends." You sigh.

"Pfftt- we have friends? Since when?".

"Since you got off your high horse and we started leaving our home more,".

Nathan tugs your tights in retaliation, snapping them back loudly for effect.

"Don't get bratty with me, Y/N, you know better,".

"That's ironic coming from you, Mr. 'The Prescott’s rule this town!'".

Nathan laughs, a real goofy laugh, his canine teeth shining bright in the moonlight.

He rolls down the windows, whooping and hollering, suddenly. Your eyes can't stray away from his strawberry-blonde hair swirling around in the breeze.

"Yeah, I'd fucking suppose so!" He shouts back over the loud wind.

Giggling quietly, your eyes catch a glance of the Prescott Manor gate between the dark trees causing you to pull into the long-winded driveway subsequently. The lights are off, as per usual. You allow yourself to enjoy the cold night air like the person beside you in the vehicle.

Hesitantly, you pull into the garage. The lights automatically turn on brightly, allowing you to see the drywall- that you know must cost more than your entire tuition. The old Nathan would have pretended not to see your shaking hands gripping the steering wheel tight, but this one can't and won't miss that shit.

Surprisingly, Nathan begins to lean over the center console, his hand moving from your thigh to gently squeeze your hand. In the corner of your eye, you see his normally death-worthy stare turn soft.

"You can relax baby, I don't care if you hit the drywall. I've done it before for fucks sake!".

"You noticed?".

"How could I have not? You're shaking like a goddamn leaf.".

You purse your lips, nodding. You know Nathan is right, but the one interaction you experienced with his father sits heavy in your mind. The anxious silence stretches whilst Nathan begins to gather your coats and other belongings from the back seat.

You hear the click of the passenger door opening and then Nathan speaking gently to you, "Let's go, weirdo.". On autopilot, you open the car door and begin walking towards the Manor doorsteps. Nathan, much further ahead of you, shifts through his keys looking for the correct one. After a few moments, you hear a quiet "a ha!" When he finds the right key.

Nathan pushes the door open with you wandering close behind him. He hits the main hallway light switch. Both of you take off your shoes in comfortable silence. You were taking much longer, the converse adorning your feet proving difficult to take off quickly.

Then, Nathan's sharp cupid bow is kissing your ear, and his rough hands gently squeeze your shoulders. "We don't have to do this tonight," he whispers into the dusted pink shell of your ear.

Oh God, but I want to.

Pushing your back firmer onto his chest, you respond bashfully, "I want this, I do, I'm just nervous.".

Nathan's hands wander, slipping under your sweater- caressing your stomach and happy trail. "Why're you nervous? It's just me,".

"I want things to be good for you,", I don't want you to leave me, remains heavy in your mind as you nervously chuckle out into the dusty Manor hallway.

Nathan's hands stop in their tracks. "Are you fucking serious?".

Unspoken words sour inside Nathans's mouth; "Do you know who I am? I've killed people. My hands shouldn't be touching your kind body. I've been with so many people, you shouldn't have second best as your first. I have to take medicine to be sane. I scream and shout at you regularly. You shouldn't trust me.".

Caressing his right-hand causes Nathan's eyes to droop warmly as he lets out a quiet, "humph".

"Ever since I've met you, I haven't wanted anybody else...", you continue, laying everything out on the table- literally.

"Then I s'pose we're on the same fuckin' page, baby. ", Nathan’s voice has got that deep, gravelly tone to it again, the tone that you remember with vivid detail, the tone he used that one Thursday morning before the storm.

Your shoulders fold inwards, warmth blooming inside your chest. Nathan's chest presses into your shoulder blades while freezing hands play with your belly button piercing, and his breath fans out across the baby hairs growing on your neck. He's everywhere but nowhere.

"To the dining room...?".

"Fuck yeah, doe-eyes.".

Efficiently, Nathan hauls you up into his lanky arms and quickly walks down the winding corridor. Abruptly, he turns to the left entering his family's large dining room. He pauses at the door briefly, allowing you to hit the light switch.

Almost immediately, the ridiculously large chandelier gracing the ceiling of the room lit up brightly. Nathan moved less than gracefully, sitting you down in a dining chair. He made quick work of the dusty table settings, quite obviously for decoration, by grasping the end of the tablecloth and yanking it off the table.

Before you could even register the loud noises of shattered glass, Nathan's soft lips were on yours. Nathan gently cradled your head, his other arm lifting you onto the wooden dining table. Soft groans settled in the back of his throat after hearing a small whimper from you.

Taking a breath, Nathan leaned forward on yours, his nose brushing gently on yours. “Easy, easy, baby,” he whispered, “It’s just me,”. Please don’t be scared of me , remains on the tip of his tongue. “I know,” you whispered back, understanding. A pause settled in the dining room, heavy gasps coming in and out of both of your lungs.

Nathan settles onto his forearms, lips brushing against yours but not entirely closing the gap, bony hips circling gently into yours. “I think I’m getting major Deja-vu right now, Nate,” you chuckled, brushing your fingers through his fiery hair.

“I don’t think this time’ll be the same,” Nathan chuckled, chin resting on the top of your sternum.

"Can I touch you?", you ask gently, hands itching to reach out and touch.

Nathan's eyes flick away from your face, his teeth beginning to chew on his lip anxiously. You feel a tremor run through his spine.

"Uh- yeah, you can touch me, just- um- tell me where before you do," Nathan stutters out, his eyes not meeting your hopeful ones.

"Okay," you whisper, smiling up at him.

Nathan's lips tug into a soft smile and his dimples show slightly despite his avoidance of eye contact.

"Can I touch uh- down there? " You nervously ask, peering up at Nathan's sharp features.

Way to fucking go Shakespeare.

Airy chuckles erupt from Nathan's lungs, his laughter shaking the both of you.

"Yes, babe, you can touch my dick, that's why we're fuckin’ here, to begin with,", he says in amusement, a smirk gracing his rose pout.

Your smile quickly shifts into a pathetic pout, and Nathan's face softens upon seeing the change in emotion. "Don't be upset baby, you're doing just what I asked," he coos at you, his fingers slightly pinching your cheek. That once faint, woodsy musk cologne invades your senses, his praise settling deep into your lower abdomen. Nathan's lips brush against yours and his tongue cheekily licks over your lips to the tip of your nose. An amused breath releases from Nathan’s lungs as you continue attempting to lock lips with him. Silently, your hand clenches up and hits Nathan’s shoulder in respite.

“Stop teasing me, you motherfucker,” you whimper out in frustration, your legs flailing underneath the weight of Nathan’s lithe body.

If he doesn’t fuck you six ways to Sunday soon, you’re going to be so pissed at him.

Nathan’s slick tongue trails over your collarbone up to the ridges of your neck slowly. His hands glide over the plush skin adorning your hips, and deep short breaths release from his nose loudly.

“I’ll tease you when I wanna’ tease you,” Nathan teases, his voice being muffled by the spot of your skin he’s worrying to death with his teeth.

In retaliation of some sort, your right hand begins drifting down towards the stiff bulge prominent in Nathan’s designer jeans. Your fingers sneak under the waistline quietly and begin brushing your hand over the curls adorning his happy trail. Nathan ever distracted with the large hickies that he’s painting your chest with, groans in surprise.

Your fingers brush over the tip of his cock gently, the girth taking you by surprise.

“When were you gonna’ tell me you were packing?”, you tease Nathan, loosely gripping his cock.

A soft, “Fuck,” comes out in a deep breath from Nathan while his fingers travel from your hips up to your plump tits.

“I didn’t plan on telling you, I planned on showing you,” he chuckles.

“Then fucking show me you tease!” you shout at him, almost playfully. Deep down you want him to snap, to let go.

Quickly Nathan’s hand gently slaps your thigh, re-establishing his commanding demeanor. He leans his face right in front of yours as his intense gaze bears down on you; “You’ll get what you want, you know that, so behave,” he hisses out.

#nathan prescott #life is strange #lis #max caulfield #chloe price #victoria chase #mark jefferson #fanfic #wallflower writes (✿◠‿◠ #nathan prescott/reader #nathan prescott x reader