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it’s okay. sleep.

this whole scene;   this whole entire scene;   makes me want to curl up in a ball and weep for at least a good 3 hours;   because god fucking damn it where do i start;   do we talk about the very simple fucking fact that MAX ACTUALLY SLEEPS???;   HE FEELS COMFORTABLE ENOUGH TO SLEEP NEXT TO SOMEONE WHO TRIED VERY HARD TO KILL HIM LIKE 2 HOURS AGO;   oh my god nevermind let’s not talk about this i cannot deal;   moving on;   do we talk about the fact that furiosa literally HAS NO REACTION;   TO A FORMERLY HOSTILE MONOSYLLABIC DUDE;   WAKING UP FROM WHAT IS CLEARLY A PTSD NIGHTMARE;   FIST UP LIKE HE’S READY TO KILL SOMEONE;   AND SHE’S COOLER THAN A FUCKING CUCUMBER????;   im so fucked up about this because god how many times has she woken up like that;   her hands around someone’s throat maybe;   that she’s grown so accustomed to it;   that she knows the only thing necessary to bring him back is eye-contact and a soothing tone;   aND GOD;   LAST BUT NOT LEAST;   DO WE TALK ABOUT HIS FACE??? IN THE LAST ONE??;   no no we absolutely fucking don’t that topic is off limits we don’t talk about it we don’t talk about his wet eyes and his clenched jaw wE;   DONT;   TALK ABOUT IT;   BYE;   i need you here;   mad max;   -via madhardy

Or maybe we could not-talk about how he immediately registers her as safe – he focuses on her for a microsecond and immediately goes ‘that’s not the threat’ and moves on to turn to the backseats.

You know, while we’re not talking about this stuff